It was Maggie’s idea to take in foster children not because she was infertile or had a maternal instinct to rear children. Hell, she was pushing forty and even if a miracle happened, like having sex with husband, Dave, after going without it for the last 20 years, the chances of a pregnancy were slim. Nope. Maggie saw dollar signs filling her four spare bedrooms in the large house Dave recently inherited from his father.
Maggie was always a stay-at-home-mom, although she had no kids. One would think her home would be kept immaculate… but Maggie wasn't much into housework. Soap operas and talk shows pretty much filled her day until she had to open a can of something to feed Dave when he got home from work at the factory. He’d been employed twenty-two years there. Every chance she got, she liked to rub-in that he’d never been promoted in all those years and was still plugging away on the assembly line.
She saw the advert in the paper begging for homes to temporarily place unwanted children while the welfare system tried to get them adopted. The monthly checks per child could far exceed Dave’s wages if she squeezed four to a room with the small investment of space saving bunk beds. She would only take in boys aged 11 to 14. Girls, she decided, were too much trouble. Besides, boys that age could look after themselves.
Dave never argued or questioned his wife’s ideas. She had a very short temper and was known to become violent at times. So! When she told him her plan, Dave, a jack of all trades type man, began adding a washroom in the basement with two toilet cubicles, four sinks, and four shower heads. He had already developed half the basement into a nice playroom that they never used but Maggie had wanted one. The unfinished area contained a washer/dryer and junk that he had to get rid of to make room for the new washroom.
Three months later, the home was inspected by social services and passed with flying colors. Boys began arriving almost immediately. Danny and Davey, age 11, arrived first followed by Mike, Colin, Mark, and Calvin,12; then Tommy, Timmy, and Tony, 13; finally, the eldest, Troy, who was fourteen. Each came with his own personality and baggage of having been moved from pillar to post most of their lives in loveless situations. The test of time would determine how all inhabitants would coexist, most of all, how Maggie was going to cope with her new found responsibilities. Meal times would bring on feeding frenzies, mountains of laundry and a constant din of chatter to name just a few challenges. Maggie had hired a charwoman to work four hours per-day.
Much to Dave’s amazement, he had come to remember that Maggie had been a good cook many years ago, in no time at all, she was bulk cooking spaghetti, stews, pot roasts and casseroles. Perhaps in her new role as housemother, she found meaning in her life. He could only hope!
* * *
Dave had maintained a secret from his wife all his life. He was a boy-lover who never acted out on his fetish perhaps because he was seldom around children. However, he was certainly a boy-watcher. The public swimming pool was a treasure trove of sleek, young, developing bodies, age preference notwithstanding, they were all adorable in their own way, including the eight boys living under his roof. It was going to be difficult keeping himself in check.
The self-described pervert avoided the morning communal showers for a week. After all, seeing them run around in their tighty-whiteys was painful enough. All that changed when Maggie told him the boys needed shower supervision; the one place she could not morally watch over them. Being the pervert he was, Dave was erect the second he saw their naked bodies each one in a different phase of puberty, from hairless to sprouts, to the more dense growth of fourteen year-old Troy. They were cut, uncut, and of varying sizes and shapes. There were even boners sported on occasion by the giggling youngest ones. While the kids were having their breakfast and with the images burned into his brain, Dave had a very powerful orgasm beating his meat in the bathroom upstairs.
And, as if matters couldn’t get worse, Maggie looked at him when he finished his shower and snarlingly said, “You could save me the trouble of cleaning up after you if you used the boys’ bathroom downstairs, ya know.”
“Don’t you think that would be a little inappropriate… showering with young boys?” he asked.
Maggie rolled her eyes like she always did when she thought him a simple fool, “They’re boys, David. --Gawd knows you’re still one, too!” She had been emasculating him for year and he had become used to it.
Dave had never lived up to his wife’s expectations. In her mind, she was always meant to be a socialite. But when she compared Dave to her two sisters’ husbands who, in Maggie’s eyes, were successful and rich, country club sorts, she felt she had been short changed. To Maggie, there was something wrong with Dave because he proved to be well below her expectations than when she married him all those years ago. Dave was one of those men who had no ambition to enter the rat race, had no great wants or needs and was happily content with his lot in life even if he did draw a bitchy, nagging and complaining wife. What man hasn’t?
* * *
Dave was getting along great with the boys after only one short week. With Maggie issuing a decree that the parlor upstairs was definitely off limits, the playroom was finally being used for what it was originally intended, --television and games. The old billiards table that he refurbished was finally clanging balls. A friend at work kindly gave him an Xbox that the man’s older children no longer used while others donated board games and jigsaw puzzles, all knowing what Dave and Maggie were bravely and selflessly embarking on.
Word spread quickly and it seemed like everyone had an old bunk-bed or chest-of-drawers stored away collecting dust. There were books donated, the whole series of Hardy-Boys Mysteries that Dave himself loved as a boy and looked forward to reading all over again. Yes, the Teamster’s union of men and women he worked with were like family. Just say the word and they rallied around the cause donating cash or time to anyone in need.
Dave loved every opportunity to touch the boys --a great play on the Xbox or a cue shot at billiards, hugs were dished out a plenty; their skin was so soft to the touch. Davy and Danny, 11, seemed to love the intimate attention of a man and often curled up at his sides watching TV where he would lightly rub their legs and thighs. The other boys were a little more skittish of displays of intimacy and affection. The 14 year-old Troy rebuked any form of endearment and was downright anti-social and aloof among the other kids. Troy seemed to be an angry boy yet, thankfully, he wasn’t violent with the younger kids or the adults.
The next morning, Dave jerked off before rousing and rounding up the boys for their shower. He got looks when opening his robe and hanging it on a hook while the boys stripped off their underwear, the younger one’s especially who gawked, whereas the older boys fleetingly stole glances.
Dave was no slouch in the men’s-wear department. Almost nine-inches erect and five thick inches of salami-like meat in a semi state, he was then fighting off another erection and the urge to beat off another load. He thought about strangling kittens, smothering babies, fucking his grandmother… but nothing prevented a full blown hard on in front of the boys who pointed and laughed. Every pair of eyes were wide open and ogled his manhood. Even Troy, who was no slouch in the junk department, was more discreet in his observation than the others. He looked Dave in the eye and smiled a cocky, knowing smile. Troy instinctively knew that Dave liked boys. The teen learned to read men very well having lived in dozens of foster homes --and having a streetwise survival secret of his own that very few people knew about.
* * *
That night, Maggie screamed for him to come to the door. Two policemen stood on either side of Troy. The kid was anything but scared. He brushed off a cop’s hand from his shoulder with a look of disdain, saying, “Don’t fucking touch me, you faggot!”
The cops looked uncomfortable. They asked Dave to step outside letting Troy run into the house. It was obvious they didn’t want Maggie to hear whatever it was they had to say so Dave closed the door behind him.
“Sir ….” the larger officer said with very noticeable discomfort. “The boy was picked up in a well known gay cruising park. He was offering himself… for money. An undercover police officer made the arrest when …. ahhhh, the boy offered to perform oral sex on him for $30, or…” the officer turned crimson, “Or, $60 for other sexual favors.”
The second officer said, “We won’t be pursuing matters this time due to his age. We know he’s a ward of social services and under your care. Nonetheless, the authorities will be advised of the incident, of course.”
Dave was shocked beyond comprehension. “Yes, yes, of course, officers.” he stammered. “Troy is a handful at times… but basically, he’s a good kid.”
“I’m sure he’s just a messed up kid, Sir. Let’s hope he stays away from the park after dark. The next time we won’t be so lenient... not to mention his own safety.”
“Yes, yes, of course, Officers. I will have words with him… and I really appreciate your discretion in this matter.” he said, hoping neither cop noticed his hard, leaking cock tenting his white flannel shorts. The second his brain registered that the kid sucked mancock, the impulses were being directly relayed to his cock in a nanosecond. A advertisement flyer left on the doorstep that he scooped up nonchalantly made a decent shield.
Maggie was standing with her arms crossed in the kitchen doorway demanding to know why the police had brought Troy home. Dave laughed, “He got caught smoking a joint. It’s nothing serious.” he lied, walking past her ignoring whatever she said from then on and hoping she hadn’t noticed his erection.
“David…. David… don’t walk away from me!” her voice trailing off behind him.
Dave locked himself in the bathroom where he sat on the toilet with his shorts at his knees beating his meat. Troy was a fag, a queer... a man’s whore. He blew a spectacular load knowing his life in the interim was about to change for the better!
* * *
The next morning it was Troy’s turn to clean up after breakfast. Maggie had them regimented with assigned chores, which meant Troy would have a later shower… and so would Dave! He helped the boy load the dishwasher, put away the peanut butter, cereal and milk.
They went downstairs together to shower. Dave waved $20 at Troy… there was no conversation necessary; the boy seeing Dave’s hard cock knew full well what the man wanted and dropped to his knees. It was by far the best blowjob Dave had ever had, --actually the first he ever had because Maggie never dared go there.
Dave held Troy’s head for no real reason other than somewhere to place his hands. The boy knew what he was doing. Dave’s knees wobbled so bad that he had to lean against the shower wall for support for fear of total collapse which he came very close to doing upon orgasm. Troy took every drop, keeping the man-cock in his mouth well after it went flaccid.Troy then turned his head left and spit out the wad.
Dave would have loved to return the favor and taste cock for the first time. Troy, knowing what was going through his mind, bluntly stated, “That’s another twenty-bucks, dude. Cash up front, no IOU’s. I did ya for twenty this time… consider it a favor.” he turned and showered as if nothing happened.
* * *
Troy was all Dave could think about at work that day, his cock stuck to his underwear from the precum he was excreting. Twice his boss came up to him and had reprimanded him for his complacency on the line. By the time he had punched out that afternoon, he had a plan in his head. He stopped at the company’s Savings & Trust and withdrew money.
When he got home, Maggie was watching one of her soaps as usual, a tissue in hand to dab her eyes as if the bitch had an ounce of real-life compassion in her. He stood in front of the television blocking her view and said, “You’ve wanted me to have my own bedroom for a while now. I agree and will move into one of the spare rooms tonight.”
She peered at him and said, “We’re going to place boys in those, eventually! Or have you bloody well forgotten our plan?” she snarled.
“YOUR plan, Maggie!” he scathed. Never had he stood up to her, she was at a loss for words. “I agree now… I want my own room before you take in anymore kids… hell, it’s what you wanted for a long time!” Dave turned and stormed out of the parlour, finding 13 year-old’s Timmy and Tony fixing themselves a snack in the kitchen. He gave each five-bucks to help him haul in a bed, night-tables and a chest of drawers; all donated by the good folks at work now gathering dust in his garage until the day they would be needed.
* * *
After dinner, the boys cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. More and more Dave was cooking the nightly meals while Maggie watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy with her fat ass perched on the edge of the sofa chastising or cheering the contestants, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, the lap of her nightie covered in ashes.
To make matters worse, Dave was finding empty wine bottles stashed in the bottom of garbage bags that were heavy and clanged when he took them out. Once, when the toilet was not flushing properly, he found a half bottle of gin in the tank atop the plunger preventing it’s basic operation. He never said a word to her since that day he chastised her. She simply turned the tables and commented that the toilet water was a great chiller and if she was destined to live her life with HIM… impotent as he was, --she actually had the nerve to say-- and if the wine helped her make it through the day… so be it! There was no shaming Maggie, she would scratch his eyes out before ever admitting she had a flaw.
Dave went down to the playroom and had a few games of billiards with the boys after he had settled into his new room and transferred his clothing and personal effects from the master bedroom. He didn’t really mind using the king-size bedding on his twin bed. At least, he thought, it covered the pee stains of days of yore when the mattress was well used in someone’s home. He resolved to go buy a new bed the next day.
He slipped Troy fifty-bucks and his eyes lit up. He pulled the kid close and whispered in his ear, “I’m in the spare room closest to the bathroom. Meet me later tonight.” His cock was painfully erect after a day of horny aggravation. Troy looked the man in the eye, shook his head confirming the late night tryst. By then, all the boys were well aware that Dave had suddenly moved quarters, however, only Troy speculated why --and was quite pleased.
Sucking cock, getting sucked or fucked since the age of eleven was indeed prosperous and he was content being able to buy the latest gaming vids, eat at McDee’s during the school lunch hour, take in all the new movies at the cinema, or go to the arcade. He hated the clothes that social services provided and bought his own Levi jeans and Hilfiger shirts. Bounced around from school to school, he looked cool and was accepted easily in the new environments and met new friends.
To be continued…
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