Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 17:46:18 +0100 From: John-Paul Dixon Subject: "The Foster Kid." As usual, those of you who shouldn't be reading this really should leave now, we don't want the police knocking at your door!If you're reading this in a country which doesn't recognise freedom of choice, I feel for you! Anyone else, read on and enjoy.Remember, this is fantasy, it aint real, and shouldn't be seen as anything else. Characters: The social-worker, 38, and the 2nd person in this story who gets to sample the foster-kid's arse-hole. He interupts some stranger giving the kid a good shafting in the woods. The dad, 44, married to a frigid bitch who won't let him anywhere near her.As a result he's constantly frustrated and is fed up with wanking his own cock.He's also a closet cock-sucker and has had a few fleeting experiences in the local public toilets. The sons, 13 and 15. Cute kids with permanent boners. They have to share a bedroom which usually stinks of that ripe delicious teen smell of sweat and grubby undies, and SPUNK! They've recently discovered the joy of tossing each other off but haven't taken it any further, YET! The foster kid. A real cocky, arrogant lad of 15 who's always angry. He's been in and out of care since the age of 11, his mother's something of a crack-whore and is in and out of hospital or re-hab'. He's blessed with a real big knob, a good 8inches and he's learned that the way to get what he wants is by using his 'talents'. In the last couple of years he's been 'renting' out his knob and arse. And he's not adverse to a spot of blackmail! So, we join the story on the day the foster kid, we'll call him Stewie, is going to stay with yet another foster-family and as usual he's well pissed off and in a foul mood! Sitting in the passenger seat of the social-worker's car and with a face like a wet weekend Stewie growls at Mr Duigood, "Why the fuck can't I stay in me own soddin' house, I'm frickin' old enough to look out for meself?" Jake Duigood sighs to himself and tries to ignore the little shit beside him, and concentrates on just getting him to the latest foster-family, the poor people! Stewie prods Jake's thigh and snarls, "Oi, fuck-wit, you listening, mate? I said, . . . . . . . . That's it, thought Jake, and he swung the car over to the side of the road and kills the engine.Turning in his seat he glares at Stewie and replies, "First, DO NOT use that kinda language with me, young man.Secondly, it's not my fault you have to spend yet more time with another kind-hearted foster-family willing to take you in, and thirdly, . . . . . . . . . . Stewie grunts at this last statement and spits out, "Kind-hearted? Kind-fuckin'-hearted? You having a fuckin' laugh, mate? Yeah, right, the last twats you palmed me off on were right psychos, always trying to shove jesus-bleedin'-christ down me throat, . . . . . . . . . . "Stewie, I've told you", intercepted Jake, less of the swearing, please, . . . . . . . . . "And the pervs before them were always spying on me, waiting till I were in the bath before 'having to go for a slash'.Why the fuck you put me with a pair of fucking queers I'll never know" Jake was at the end of his rope now.Stewie was singly the most annoying little, ungrateful kid he'd ever had the displeasure to work with.Twenty years with social-services had dulled his initial reasons for wanting to help kids in need, especially when he had to contend with lads like Stewie. Jesus, he wondered, was it too late to change careers?! He was broken from his reverie by Stewie moaning, "I need to piss, mate" Jake sighed audibly and rolled his eyes, "Oh, Stewie, I asked you before we got in the car if you needed the loo, we're gonna be late getting to the Jones's now" He shrugged and muttered to Jake, "Yeah, well, I need to piss now, innit. Look, there's some woods over there, won't be long, mate" With that the lad took off and headed to the small set of trees a few metres away, unzipping his flies on the way.Jake just shook his head and muttered to himself as he watched the lad disappear into the trees.He was quite lost in his dream of quiting his job and sunning himself on Mykonos. Ah, Mykonos, that isle of sun, white sand, heavily alcoholic drinks, and Nico, that absolutely cute 18 year old who'd made his holiday to the island last year an ideal time.Christ, how that kid had fucked him, and spewed his thick, greasy teen-junk deep into his bowels on a daily basis, sometimes more than three/four times in a session! Shit, how he missed that thick greek teen-cock pounding away at him, like the kid lived to fuck!Now Jake's knob was tenting his pants and aching at the memory.And, damnit, a wet spot was forming at his crotch. Almost by accident he realised that while he'd been thinking about Nico the time had somehow got away from him and he suddenly remembered Stewie. Where the hell was the little shit, he'd been gone ages! Cursing to himself he decided enough was enough. If that lad thought he could mess him about like this then he was sadly mistaken. He got out of his car and set off in the direction he'd seen the kid go. Reaching the edge of the trees, he was just about to call out when he heard voices coming from inside the tangle of trees, "Dirty fucker, yeah, shove that big hairy pisser right up me shitter" Then Jake heard another, deeper voice growl out, "Ooh, yes, you little fuckin' tease, you fuckin' love me big fat knob up yer tight cunt, don't'chya, eh?" What the hell was going on in there, thought Jake.Trying not to make too much noise he crept forward and what he saw made his jaw drop open. There was Stewie, trackies round his ankles and t-shirt scrunched up to his shoulders as some bloke was balls deep up Stewie's arse! From his position Jake could see the look of sheer lust on the kid's face as the much older man was pounding away at him, drool dripping from his lips. Jake realised his own knob was chubbing up in his pants but he also realised he was meant to be the sensible one here and as horny as it was watching Stewie get stuffed fulla cock, he had a job to hold on to, even though he hated it! "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Jake shouted out. The bloke with his knob buried in Stewie's arse almost had a heart-attack on the spot.He yelped out and quick as a flash he'd pulled out of the kid's arse and not even bothering to stuff his cock back in his jeans he took off at break-neck speed.Stewie glared at Jake and without bothering to hide his raging teen-boner he snarled, "The fuck you go and do that for, bastard? That dirty fucker were gonna give me 20 quid to spunk up me shitter" Jake stood, open mouthed at this and then regained some composure, which wasn't easy given that he was just a few yards away from one impressive piece of teen knob! "What the hell are you up to? Don't you realise just how dangerous that was? That man could've been a psycho, he could've slit your throat, you stupid kid" Stewie just sneered at him and snarled, "Listen, shit-for-brains, s'how I get me money, innit.Dirty fuckers like him have been paying for me arse since I were 13, s'no biggie, mate.Christ, just chiil out, yeah" Jake couldn't help noticing that the kid wasn't making any effort to pull his trackies up, and his big teen-cock was still rock-hard and pointing up at his belly!His mouth was dry as a bone and he knew his own cock was straining in his pants.Stewie chuckled and said, "Listen, every bloke needs to empty his bollox, right, so it don't matter to me how I does it, yeah? And looking at yer kecks, mate, you aint gonna stop me.Jesus, yer fuckin' knob's gonna make a frickin' hole in yer pants" With that, the kid turned round and bent over, giving Jake a clear view of his gaping, slimey arse-hole.Oh, fuck, thought Jake, this is so wrong, but the kid's pucker looked so damn delicious winking away at him.His bell started leaking again and a slimey wet stain appeared. Stewie got his attention when he said, "Mate, get that fuckin' prick in me arse, I'm down 20 quid and you's gonna pay it. N if ya don't, well, I'm sure ya boss would just love to know how you abused me virgin hole.Now, shove that big fucker up me boy-cunt, NOW" Jake was stunned. He knew the kid was a right load of trouble but he had no idea just how much of a little sleaze-bag he was.But his knob was throbbing in his work trousers and he admitted to himself the thought of burying his aching knob deep in the kid's slimey chute was too much to ignore.Besides, the kid's arse was already well lubed, it'd be a waste not to slip him a length! So, ripping his zip down and fumbling to drag his painfully hard 7 incher out he stumbled over to Stewie. The kid chuckled as he felt Jake's oozing uncut knob-head press up to his slimey hole. "Yeah, that's it, fuckin' perv', slide that big pisser up me arse, get ya 20 quid's worth, innit" Growling like a dog, Jake shoved and his knob slipped straight into the lad's slippery hole.He grabbed hold of Stewie's hips and began a savage thrusting motion, his big, hairy balls were slapping against the kid's arse.Grunting with lust Jake was pounding away, lost in the sensation of being buried in his 1st underage hole. 'Ooh, you fucking love this, don't ya, ya dirty fuckin' kid?" Shit, where the hell had THAT come from, thought Jake. He knew he liked them younger than his 38 years, but Nico had been the youngest hole he'd experienced, well, when Nico decided to 'bottom' for him that is. And he'd never really been into the whole 'american porn star' verbal. But, damn, this kid was a real good fuck and it somehow seemed right to get all sleazy and nasty with him. "Yeah, little fucker, ya love my big, hairy fuck-stick up ya tight little boy-cunt, yeah, tell me" Stewie was still clutching his ankles and his t-shirt had slipped over his head but Jake heard his muffled reply, "Oooh, yesss, daddy, fuck ya little boy, fuck 'im hard, daddy, wanna feel all that daddy-slime up me cunt" Shit, Jake thought, the kid's a real slut! He was grinding his hips against Jake and his arse-hole was clamping around Jakes pulsing knob.He knew this was badly wrong, on any level, but he was so intent on spewing his load deep into the lad's hole that he lost all sense of right and wrong. "Aaagh, yes, ya gonna get a loada daddy's thick jizz, ya little slut, too fuckin' right" And picking up speed Jake slams his knob so far up the kid's chute he thought his balls were gonna disappear up there too! The kid's clenching round Jake's knob so tightly it serves to make the sensation even more intense. "Shiiiiiiiiiit, oh fuck, kid, here it comes. Aaaaaaaagh, yesssssssss, fuckin' take it, take daddy's load" The gunk which spewed from Jake's piss-slit was possibly the biggest load he'd delivered in a hell of a long time.It was as if it wasn't going to quit!He was panting and grunting as his seed bulleted deep into Stewie's arse.And even as he was filling the kid's bowels he heard Stewie let out a howl and he knew the kid was spurting his own load. With a final shove and grunt, Jake's cock spat it's last blob and he came down to earth with a, 'christ, what have I done" thought. He disengaged from the kid's arse with an audible pop and Stewie fell to his knees. "Christ, mate, ya fuckin' needed that, didn't ya, dirty boy-fucker" He looked up at Jake who was standing with his knob totally deflated and covered with slime and arse-juices, and he let out a laugh at the expression on the fella's face. "Fuck's sake, mate, relax, it aint like I's never been fucked by a dirty old perv' before, ya know.Now, just hand over the 50 quid ya owe me and it'll be our little secret, innit" Whoa, hang about!50 quid? The little shit was a real honest-to-god scammer! "50 quid?, you said 20" Stewie just sneered at him and laughed, "Well, matey, it's gone up, innit.You weren't expecting to be shafting some underage kid's shitter, were ya.So, cough up, like, or else I'm gonna hafta have a word with yer boss" Jake could feel his heart banging in his chest as he considered the position he was in.Yes, he'd just fucked a kid who wasn't legal age.And yes, he would certainly lose his job, and his liberty when he was sent to prison.And, even scarier, he knew what happened to perverts in prison!Shaking his head, and almost close to tears he replied, "You are one little shit, you know that, don't you? But, you know you hold all the cards so yes, you'll get your 50 quid, and then that's the end of it, right?" Stewie grinned at Jake and spat out, "Oh, mate, stop fuckin' whinging, yeah.Judging by the amount of spunk you squirted up me hoop you friggin' loved it, so don't bother lying.And you'll be back for more, they always come back for more, too fuckin' right, matey" Like a slap in the face, Jake realised that the kid was spot-on.He'd thoroughly enjoyed being buried balls deep in the lad's slimey hole, as wrong as it was, and he knew, as sure as eggs were eggs, that he'd be back up the kid's hot hole! Stewie waggled his drooling teen-knob at Jake before slipping it back in his trackies and grinned, "Er, mate, don't wanna worry you, but aint it time we were shoving off now, aint we got some naffing foster-twats to get to, innit?" Oh, fuck, thought Jake, the kid was right.They were running massively behind time, and all beacause he couldn't stop himself from sampling the little shit's boy-hole! "Oh, damn, yes, we have to get going now, the family will be wondering where we are. I just hope they haven't rang the office to find out where we are. Come on, we have to move it" And this chapter sees our teen whore mentally racking up how much he could make from this little bit of business!Cause he sure as hell weren't letting this 'golden egg' slip from his grasp!Walking by Jake's side back to the car, he even thought it might not be so bad staying with a new foster-family, especially as he already knew that it consisted of two brothers close to his age.Might even make him some more money! The next part's not too far behind. Watch out for it. Comments/criticisms to jpdixon1@hotmail.com