Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 10:45:47 -0800 From: Javu Subject: Forest House - Part 1. This story contains scenes of sex between a man and teenage boys, and between teenage boys. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, then read no further!! The story is totally imaginative and bears no relation to events, people or places in the real world! Health Warning: There are some dangerously long sentences in this story which contain some philological elements of Anglo-Saxon origin: these may lead to some vivid mental images, sexual arousal or erotic fantasies. If this is what you want, then carry on reading: if not then stop reading now. Story Code: M/t, t/t (Mast, oral, anal)(Cons) =========================================================== Forest House - Part One by Alexander Chapter One Forest House is a childrens' home. Rather an unusual one. It is housed in a large, rambling Victorian building about four miles from the nearest habitation. The location was chosen quite deliberately as the home specialised in looking after half a dozen teenage boys with 'behaviour problems'. Apart from there being no neighbours close enough to be disturbed by their frequent over-exuberant games and noisy behaviour, it meant that if ever they decided to run away, it was at least four miles before they reached civilisation! I had been working there for just under a year when I was made Deputy Manager. This meant two things as far as I was concerned: a much- needed rise in salary, and the chance to work the night shifts. I had become tired of trying to occupy the boys between breakfast time and dinner time every day, after all there are only so many times you can go fishing or walking or playing football before you get bored with it. In any case, I am not a day sort of person and much prefer working overnight. At the age of 25, I suppose I had been lucky in my life. I had a job I enjoyed very much, was working with a good gang of people, and even the kids weren't too bad once you got to know them. Things changed however last week. Whether for the better or not, I'm not sure yet. Let me explain. About three weeks ago we had taken in a new resident. Mark had been picked up by the police for 'misbehaving' in a public toilet. He was probably soliciting they said, but couldn't prove it. Because of his age (15), it was thought better to receive him into care rather than charge him with any offences, particularly bearing in mind what they were. His home background was a very unstable and unhealthy one they found out: he was one of about six kids living with a single mother in particularly squalid conditions. She was more than glad to be relieved of the eldest and most troublesome of her brood and was less than sorry when he was taken away into what is politely called 'voluntary care'. For some reason Mark and I seemed to get on well together from the first time we met and as a result I had spent a lot of time and trouble getting to know his likes and dislikes and working out what sort of person he was. It turned out that he was quite intelligent, much to my surprise, and was easy to talk to for the most part. He was about 5ft 9 or 10 in height, stockily built and had a shock of that sort of fair hair which always looked dirty but wasn't. He had a very quick temper which the other boys quickly found to their cost could also be violent. None of the scrapes he got into were very serious in themselves, but they were far too frequent for my liking and I was making a particular effort to try and teach him how to control his outbursts. Luckily this was beginning to work as we had seen a tremendous improvement in him over the past couple of weeks - apart from the incident which has caused me some personal heart-searching. One of the younger boys had complained that Mark had been bullying him, and when I eventually found out what he'd done, I was worried. Mark had enticed the youngster into an old derelict farm building and had suggested that they indulge in a little mutual masturbation. Being an all-boys home, I am sure that this was not an unusual request and would normally have been tolerated, if not actually enjoyed by both participants. This boy however was very upset by the approach and had objected in no uncertain terms. Mark, rather than accept the rebuff, lost his temper and hit him. It took a lot of persuading before the boy told me all the details, and it was only after I promised that no one else would get to know that he told me. (I know this is wrong, but if I was to change Mark's behaviour, I had to find out what had happened.) It was at this time that I changed onto the night shifts. All the boys were in bed by ten that night, and I was relaxing with a cup of coffee when I became aware of a disturbance in one of the bedrooms. The two youngest lads who were half-brothers, were having a play-fight which had got a little out of hand - nothing too serious and it only took a moment or two to get them settled and ready for sleep. As I was up and about I took the opportunity to visit the others and say goodnight to them. This nightly routine was one of the best parts of the job as far as I was concerned. Once the boys were settled in bed for the night and relaxed, they often liked to chat for a while about the day's events and anything that were worrying them. It is quite difficult to get any peace and quiet during the day, and next to impossible to have any private or confidential conversations. Tonight though everyone seemed tired and were almost asleep as I did my rounds. All except for Mark. I knocked gently on his door as I passed and listened for an answer. For a moment or two there was no response and assuming he was asleep I was about to walk away when I heard him shout "Come in." Opening the door I stepped in, checking behind me that the door had stayed open. (It is policy that when staff are in the boys' rooms, the door must stay open.) "OK, Mark?" I asked. "Yeah. Can you stay and talk for a bit?" His manner was odd. I had the distinct impression that he was worried about something. "Yeah, of course," I replied, pulling a chair up and sitting by his bed. "Can you close the door?" he asked. Mark knew the rules and knew that I wasn't supposed to do that. I was just about to remind him when he pre-empted me by saying that he wanted to have a private talk. Reluctantly I did as I was asked and quietly closed it. Returning to my chair, he asked me to do something else which was unusual. Patting the bed, he said, "Sit here." This was said not so much as an order but as a plea. Getting intrigued now, I sat by his head, looking down at him. "Can I hold your hand?" I looked closely at him, frowning slightly. What had up until this moment had been a big, strong, sometimes aggressive teenager suddenly looked a very small and frightened little boy. Much against my better judgement I agreed: by now, I was so intrigued by his attitude that I was prepared to bend a few rules if I could find out what was troubling him. Without smiling, he pulled a warm hand from under the bedclothes and took mine. Knowing where his hand had just been did nothing to ease my somewhat nervous state. It also made me feel more than a little excited, much to my surprise. I sat still, waiting for him to say something. For a full two minutes nothing happened. Then I noticed. He was wanking himself off under the bedclothes. I sat watching for a few moments, intrigued at his behaviour and fascinated by his obvious unconcern at my presence. I suddenly realised the awful predicament I was in. "I must go," I said, the tremor in my voice very evident. "Please don't. I wanna wank off while you're here. Please?" It was at that moment I lost it. The few micro-seconds it took for me to think about it were all it took. Taking my silence as assent, he let go of my hand and threw his bedclothes off, revealing a hugely erect, and very handsome, six-inch uncircumcised cock. The slight amount of hair he had was, I noted idly, was much darker than the hair on his head: almost ginger in fact. Retaking a tight grip of my hand, he started to masturbate himself seriously. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his open mouth, lost in a world of his own. I was uncomfortably aware that I was also getting a hard-on, and even more uncomfortably aware that I was being turned on by the sight. It might have been a few seconds or five minutes, I have no idea, before he began to climax. Arching his back and gripping my hand painfully he erupted magnificently. There was spunk everywhere, including inside my own trousers. I had come in sympathy with him! Once he'd calmed down a little I picked up his discarded shorts off the floor and handed them to him, smiling somewhat embarrassed at him. Carefully and silently he cleaned himself up. Mark didn't seem at all disturbed by this (to me) highly disturbing event. Then it clicked. Things began to fall into place as I remembered the reason why he had been put with us in the first place. A large piece of the puzzle that was Mark dropped into place. "OK now?" was all I could think to say. "Yeah. Brilliant. Thanks," he grinned at me. Somewhat anxious to leave his room and get myself away from this situation and also needing time to try to put things together in my head, I stood and made to go. "See you in the morning, Mark," I said. "Can we talk later?" Mark said, surprisingly cheerfully I thought, bearing in mind what had just taken place. "Sure. Whenever you like," I replied as I closed the door behind me. Still in something of a state of shock, I made my way to my room, trying to make some sort of sense of things. Throwing my now soiled underwear into the laundry basket, I had a shower and tried to push things to the back of my mind, at least for the time being. Once I had cleaned up, I put on a pair of fresh shorts and lay on the bed, having made sure my door was open so I could hear if anything happened in the rest of the building. To take my mind off things I turned on the TV quietly and started to watch a late-night film. I must have drifted off into a light sleep as the next thing I knew was a gentle tap on my door. Instantly I snapped awake and turned over to see who it was. Mark was stood in the doorframe, naked apart from his boxers. "Christ, Mark! What time is it?" I said, once again in a state of minor panic. "Only 'bout half past two," he answered unsmiling. "OK. What's the matter," I said, trying to sound as pissed off as I could. "I can't sleep and you said we could talk." I struggled to concentrate. "Yeah, but I didn't mean in the middle of the night!" Once again that 'little boy lost' look from Mark. "Oh, alright then. Come in." Once again, the door was closed. Once again I didn't object, knowing that (a) it would be pointless and (b) thinking that under the circumstances it was probably better shut. Mark came across and choosing to ignore the chairs, sat next to me on the bed. "Thanks for what you just done," he started, "I just felt like some company." "That's alright. Anytime," I grinned, for some reason feeling completely at ease now. "Can I tell you something?" Mark said seriously. I looked at him and nodded. Mark made himself comfortable on the bed by laying alongside me. Automatically and without thought, I slipped an arm round him. He wriggled about a little and nestled into my side. The story he then told explained a lot. Apparently he had been having gay sex with men ever since he was about eight years old. One of his mother's boyfriends had first introduced him to it. "Nothing heavy mind you! Just feeling each other and messing about," Mark was at pains to point out, "And it was ages before I did it again with anybody." He went on to say that at about eleven or so he realised that he not only enjoyed the sex with men, but he could get paid for it as well. He didn't do it all that often apparently, just when he felt like it and he liked the looks of the men he had gone with. Or when he was short of money. "I know I'm not gay or anything 'cos I like girls, but I like it with men as well. And I don't care very much," he ended by saying, "But it's ages since I had any and I really felt like it tonight. Sorry if I pissed you off." I lay back letting this revelation sink in. I hadn't a clue what to say and therefore said nothing. Instead I simply gave him a gentle reassuring hug and turned to smile at him. That was my final and damning mistake. Mark once again misinterpreted my actions and grinned back. He then took me completely by surprise by leaning over and pecking me gently on the cheek. Instantly my cock sprang to full erection for the second time that night and it slipped out through the slit in my shorts to stand embarrassingly visible to Mark. Without looking at me, Mark slid his hand down and took hold of it. "Beautiful." he whispered, "Can I make you come?" I nodded. "Excellent!" he grinned, "Just a sec.!" Without a moments hesitation he sprang from the bed, turned the lights out and jumped back by my side, pulling the bedclothes over us. Apart from a few "Doctor and Nurse" games as a kid, I had never had any sexual experiences at all to speak of. I wasn't particularly interested in girls and never had been. On the odd occasions I thought about it, I simply put it down to a low (not to say almost non- existent) sex drive and let it go at that. But now this was different. I was allowing myself to be seduced by a 15-year old boy and much to my amazement was actually enjoying it. All rules and standards I had stood by were forgotten as I put myself completely in the hands of my seducer - and was more than happy to do so. I had only just got used to Mark gently fondling my balls and prick when he dropped another bombshell. "Can I suck it?" he pleaded. I was much too far gone now to do anything else but agree. It was ages since I felt as aroused as I did now, I couldn't even remember when. Mark was obviously enjoying himself, I had never seen him as happy and as relaxed as he was now and I wasn't about to spoil it for him. "OK, if you like." With amazing agility, he spun round on the bed and before I knew what was happening he'd taken my cock in his mouth and was deliciously licking around my cockhead. My brain felt as if it was about to explode. I'd read a few things about blow-jobs and had tried to imagine what it would be like, but nothing had prepared me for this. It was fantastic. My body seemed to melt into a mushy jelly floating a thousand feet in the air. My entire being was centred in my groin. Mark was now licking up and down my shaft, sending me further into paroxysms of delight. I closed my eyes tightly and concentrated with all my might on the most wonderful feeling anyone could ever wish for. As I got used to the intensity of the pleasure, I became dimly aware that as Mark was working his warm, moist mouth up and down my prick, something was attacking my face. Opening my eyes slightly, I was greeted with a most beautiful sight. Mark's cock was staring me in the face. It was irresistible. Slowly and carefully I parted my lips and gingerly took it in. This was most definitely a first for me. The initial sensation I had was of a delicious, warm, silky-smooth feeling on my tongue. Not having a clue what to do next, I copied Mark. Working my tongue between his foreskin and cockhead, I swirled it around, lost in a world of the most intense pleasure. The taste, I discovered was a sort of sweet/salty one - not wholly unpleasant I decided. This must be the spunk from his earlier effort I thought and stared to enjoy myself even more. It was only a little while ago that I had shot my load inside my trousers and so was taken completely by surprise when I felt my tool hardening up and my balls pulling into my groin. Before I could warn Mark, it was too late. I shot my lot down his throat, and rather than choke in it as I expected him to, Mark actually sucked even harder and swallowed everything I gave him. Then it was my turn. The surprise he had when I came must have sent him over the edge as he blasted his own juice right into my mouth. Reflexively I coughed and spluttered, letting his prick go free. It must have been a pretty funny sight, at least to Mark, as he instantly burst into laughter and it was only with remarkable control that he kept it fairly quiet. Managing at last to regain some sort of control, I grinned inanely at my seducer. "Bastard!" I smiled, feeling wonderfully happy and pleased with myself for some totally illogical reason. Mark turned over and lay alongside me, putting both arms round my waist and resting his head on my shoulder, still toying with my now limp prick. He didn't say a word, and neither did I, After all what could be said? A very definite taboo had been seriously broken, and I, if not Mark, was more than aware of the possibly disastrous consequences. I was now seriously worried. All sorts of terrible thoughts flashed through my mind. Foremost among them was that I had been set up by him and the other boys: I fully expected the door to burst open and reveal them, camera and all. Or perhaps Mark was intending to blackmail me. Or ... Or .... My mind went blank in terror. Something of my thoughts must have got through to Mark as he did perhaps the only thing he could calm me down. Wrapping the bed- clothes over us, he cuddled up tightly to me and whispered in my ear. "That was the best ever. Honestly!" "I dunno. I don't think ....." But once again he stopped me in mid- sentence. "Can I sleep here for a bit? I promise to go before the others get up. Promise." He then leaned over and kissed me, on the lips. Firmly. For an instant there was nothing I wanted more, but then reality hit me. "Sorry. Not now," I whispered back, "I'm supposed to be on duty and not in bed. I think you should be in your own room anyway, don't you?" The disappointment showed on his face. "I guess you're right." Slowly he slid out of our bed and searched for his long-forgotten shorts. Pulling them on he walked for the door, pausing only to say "Come and say goodnight in a few minutes?" I managed a half-smile and told him to piss off back to bed. Fifteen minutes later, having regained some strength, I decided to take a stroll round the building in order to clear my head. Heading for the kitchen first, I put the kettle on so that I could make some coffee when I had done the rounds. The house was deadly quiet just as it should be at - what time was it? Four o'clock I saw with a shock. Oh well ..... Climbing the stairs to look in on the older boys first, I was glad to hear silence. The only thing I did notice was a yellow line of light shinning from under Nigel's door. This wasn't unusual as even at the age of fourteen he was afraid of the dark and often went to sleep with the light on. As quietly as I could I opened the door and went in. Nigel was fast asleep on top of the bed. He was completely naked and laying on his back. Until tonight I would have had a quiet smile to myself and ignored the situation. But after the earlier events I took a little more interest. Staring at his groin I mentally compared his prick with Mark's. It was a little smaller, circumcised and not nearly as much hair. But there was something else. Little spots of liquid glistening in the half- light on his thighs and stomach. Turning the light out, I shut the door behind me, thinking "This place has more happening in it than I thought." Little did I know that there was one more surprise in store for me just seconds away. The last room I checked was the twin one at the end of the corridor. The two half- brothers, aged 12 and 13, shared it, one of whom was the boy who had been 'got at' by Mark. Their door was slightly ajar and I automatically put my head round before I closed it. The only bed in view was empty, and by the look of it, hadn't even been slept in! My first thought was that for some reason or other they had decided to run off, not too an unusual event in itself, but it meant that I would have to telephone the proprietor and probably the Police as well - and mean a long night's work trying to find them. Panic stricken, I strode into the room to check the other bed. And there they were. The overwhelming sense of relief I felt at finding them was nothing compared with the sight which met my eyes. They were both in the bed, curled up spoon-like against each other. And the position of their bodies and hands left nothing to the imagination as to what they had been doing. Stunned, I returned to my room. Forest House certainly wasn't quite the place I thought it was. The next few hours until breakfast were spent deep in thought. Not only about what I'd learned about myself tonight, but what I'd learned about my charges. After a lot of deliberation and not getting any answers that made sense, I made my mind up that the best person to talk to would be Mark. I looked forward to having a very interesting talk to him in the very near future. Chapter Two Breakfast the following morning was a strange meal for me. Not that it was different to any other as far as the boys were aware, but as far as I was concerned, it was odd. I looked round each of the six boys in turn as we chatted, recollecting what I had learned about them in the early hours of the morning. In the cold light of day, I was worried about what Mark would say or do. He had me in the palm of his hand career- wise, and was no doubt fully aware of it. Nigel I knew masturbated. And the two youngsters were almost certainly into a physical relationship which went way beyond mutual jerking off. That left the other two boys. David and Geoff were friendly enough, but kept themselves aloof from the others for some reason. I wondered what secrets they had between themselves. I was still worried that Mark had something up his sleeve and was just awaiting until I'd left for home before he told the day staff what I'd done to him last night. It was with some reluctance then that I handed over to the day staff and prepared to leave. I'd picked up my bag and was walking to the car when Mark asked me to wait a minute. "Can I get a lift to the village with Simon?" I was stunned to hear him ask the boss. In itself this wasn't an unusual request. The boys often walked to the village and back to buy their sweets and magazines and the staff rarely objected as the eight-mile walk tended to fill in quite a lot of an otherwise long day. But Mark hadn't warned me that he was going to beg a lift, and it was the first time he'd asked. "Yes. OK then, but come straight back," the boss said without even bothering to turn round and look at him. We sat in the car and headed for the village in silence. It was only when I pulled up outside the tiny post office that he spoke. "I won't tell anyone you know," he said seriously. "I mean it." He must have sensed my worry and was trying to calm me down. "Thanks," was all I could manage. I sat deep in thought as Mark disappeared into the shop, worried about Mark, the other boys, and mostly about myself. "Christ! You should see your face!" he grinned when he bounced back into the car. "Relax. Everything is OK. Honestly." I slumped back in the seat, relieved beyond belief to hear him say this. "Only one condition though." he added with a glint in his eye, "And that's that we do it again tonight." He had me over the proverbial barrel: I had no choice but to agree, but mentally making up my mind that there was no way I would do it again. "Can we go for a ride? If you take me back afterwards we've go about an hour." Having nothing pressing to do, and wanting to have a talk with him anyway, I agreed. "But only for half an hour or so," I told him. "Great! Come on then, let's go!" I turned the car down a lane leading out of the village and away from the home. Mark settled down in his seat and turned the radio on. Surprisingly, and for the first time, I heard him sing. He joined in some pop song or other which was being aired, singing very untunefully almost to himself. He was happier now than I had ever seen him, and because he was happy, then so was I. Despite my misgivings, at least I'd made him cheerful I thought to myself. Slowly climbing a steep hill and rounding a bend in the lane, we were suddenly met with a stunning view clear across the county. It was magnificent, and not wanting to miss it I pulled over into a lay-by and took it in. We sat for a good five minutes without speaking, each lost in our own thoughts. I was only brought back to reality when I felt Mark take my hand and hold it gently, entwining his fingers in mine. Turning to face at him, I wasn't really surprised to find him staring out of the window away from me. "OK, mate?" I said quietly. In reply, he simply nodded and squeezed my hand. The atmosphere was getting a little too tense for my liking, and in an attempt to lighten it I told Mark about what I guessed the two brothers had been doing. "That's nothing unusual," he said, "They're always at it. I'm surprised no one has caught them yet. They're always pissing about with each other. I thought everyone knew that." "Christ!" I said, with feeling. How much more was there that I hadn't noticed? I thought to myself. "What about the others?" I asked "Do they do anything?" "Naah. Not really. Only sometimes when we're out fishing or something and we feel like a wank. Then we do it all together, but that ain't very often. Nigel and me do it sometimes, but he don't like doing much more than jerking off. He'll let me suck him once in a while, but not very often." I don't know why, but I was amazed at these revelations. I shouldn't have been I suppose, after all it was a boys home, but I was still astonished at the news. Absent-mindedly I put my hand into my groin and straightened out my growing erection. "You're nothing but a dirty old man!" Mark grinned broadly. "You've got another boner aintcha!" Smiling at him, I agreed. "Snap! Look here," he replied cheerfully, "I got one too." Then, after a slight pause, "What we gonna do about 'em?" I sighed deeply. The resolution I'd made just a few minutes ago was already being tested, and I knew that I was lost. "OK, then, but we'd better be quick, we've only got a few minutes before I have to get you back." With some difficulty we managed to lay the seats almost completely flat and turned to face each other. Together we reached across and unfastened each other's trousers and slid them down just far enough to let our twin boners out. Gently and with more tenderness and care than we had shown last night, we savoured and enjoyed each other, concentrating not only on the pleasure we were receiving but also on giving as much as we could. Mark was supremely content. All the time and effort I'd put into working out how I could change his behaviour had been wasted. If only I'd known the key that would unlock him. I should've guessed I suppose, knowing where he came from. But then what could I have done about it? It was he who'd done it, not me. And I was glad. We were so busy enjoying ourselves that it was only at the last moment we heard another car pull into the lay-by. Shit! Now we were in trouble, the passengers couldn't help but see us both if they cared to look in our direction. They couldn't see what we were doing of course, but what a man and a boy in a car with the seats laid back were doing didn't need an awful lot of working out! Once again, it was Mark who came up with the answer. Not for an instant pausing in his toying with my prick, he leaned over, put his arm round my neck and kissed me firmly on the lips!!! If he hadn't held me so tightly, I am sure I would have panicked and given the game away, but I couldn't move. "Relax!" I heard him whisper urgently, "They'll think I'm your girlfriend if I don't turn round." Not having any alternative but to go along with the idea, I did as I was told and relaxed - sort of. Being kissed and masturbated at the same time was fantastic, and in spite of the scare I'd just had, I felt myself about to come. Despite having climaxed twice within the previous few hours, I surprised myself by the amount of spunk I produced and managed to cover not only myself but also most of Mark's stomach as well. Within a few seconds, the mess was added to by Mark's contribution and I watched, fascinated, as he gently mixed the two fluids together and slipped a fingerful into his mouth. "Now we are really friends!" he grinned, smearing a little on my lips at the same time. Being more relaxed than I had been last night, I actually enjoyed being with Mark, and what we had done. I was no longer worried about him telling anyone about us and I was also happy for him because he was at last beginning to settle down and like being at Forest House. We chatted idly for a few minutes, toying with each other and relaxing in the warm morning air. Glancing at my watch, I said to Mark that it was about time I got him back home if he wasn't to get into any trouble. The other car had gone, rather to my surprise as I hadn't heard it start up. Grateful for this, we both straightened our seats and after carefully dressing ourselves I turned the car homewards. I stopped about a hundred yards short of the home, telling Mark that he ought to walk from here, just in case we were seen. There would be no problem if we had been of course, but it was a risk I would rather not take under the circumstances - the less explaining I had to do the better as far as I was concerned. Opening the door, I thought Mark was going to get straight out, but instead he quickly leaned over, put his arms round my neck and kissed me on the lips. I was much too surprised to do anything about it for an instant, but hurriedly pushed him away when I'd got over the shock. "For Christ's sake, Mark!" I spluttered, "Not here." I turned to face him in my anger, ready to tell him in no uncertain terms how stupid he was. Then I noticed two tears rolling down his cheeks. "Thanks, Simon," he whispered, "I'll see you tonight." He also said something else which I didn't quite catch because he shut the door as he was saying it. The last I saw of him was in my mirror as I turned the car round, grinning widely at me and waving both his arms in the air, for all the world like a normal, carefree teenager. The rest of the day I spent thinking things over, and not coming to any real conclusions, I went to bed and slept, knowing that I was to have an eventful night, whatever happened, when I returned to work. End of Part One