Of course, Dave had no idea about Troy’s past, other than recently learning the boy was a whore, that in Dave’s opinion was perfect. He saw no problem paying him for services rendered henceforth.
Sure enough, ten-minutes later the door opened and closed just as quick. Dave was nude laying on his bed stroking his cock. Troy wasted not a moment and undressed snuggling between Dave’s legs and taking his cock full in his mouth. Dave gasped, the anticipation and feeling of it was beyond anything he’d ever felt before. He wanted to scream out in joy, and would have had the wall not adjoined his wife’s now ‘man-free’ boudoir.
After a few minutes, he grabbed the boy’s armpits and hauled him up and over onto his back. He was going to taste cock without further ado. Troy wasn’t hard, however, that was a welcomed challenge to feel it expand in his mouth… and it did, rather quickly. It was absolutely delicious, long and meaty and warm, more than Dave could have hoped for. The bulb of the head was large and the tip of his tongue fit nicely in the wide, pink slit.
Dave sucked Troy hard and furious, cumming on the sheets not even touching himself, unable to hold back. It didn’t matter, never swayed him in the least. Troy began to fidget, and squirm, Dave was so excited that the kid was nearing utopia, he sucked and jerked with greater vigor if it was possible. The kid reared his ass off the bed and vibrated several moments before he came down from his high. Dave sucked the sweet juices keeping the fluid in his mouth to savor while Troy softened.
Dave was quite proud when Troy said almost breathless, “Dude, that was one of the best ever!” Only Troy knew the sincerity in that statement was somewhat inflated; the man was a natural but had a lot to learn. Nonetheless, Dave wanted to believe his first blowjob given had lived up to expectations. He just knew what to do without any previous experience.
Dave’s cock never deflated, he was still hard. Never had he been so turned on as to keep an erection after orgasm. He could just hope that premature ejaculation was now a thing of the past!
He wanted to kiss the boy. A tongue-in-mouth slobbery kiss but something told him he would be crossing a line in Troy’s realm of acceptance. He snuggled him close but refrained from kissing. Dave was most shocked when the boy pushed himself into his body as if he needed the tenderness and affection. It made Dave feel guilty for what he had done to the love-starved boy.
That night they stayed awake for hours, Troy telling all to Dave, including the rape of a young girl with a friend. It was as if he was confessing his sins in church. However, no amount of Hail Mary’s or Our Father’s could absolve him of the sins he admitted to.
“I also fucked a five year old boy once.” as if Dave hadn’t heard enough. “Me and Jeremy Moore.” It seemed to Dave that Troy always had an accomplice. Was he easily led or was it he that led easily?
“How much fun can a five year old be?” Dave stated more than asked.
“It was fun at the time, I guess. His own father was fucking a few of the seven and eight year-olds in the home… so what the fuck, right?”
“And what happened then? Dave asked.
“Guess we hurt the kid… he bled in his underpants.” Almost with pride he added, “If it wasn’t for that… he would have kept his mouth shut, though!” he then laughed, “We told his old man that we were only doing him a favor by breaking the kid in for him to fuck. He was already fucking his ten year old son… I seen him do it, too!”
Dave wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear any more about the sad life Troy endured. However, he was excited by it, nonetheless. “So, how did you happen upon that?”
“Didn’t just happen upon it… we shared the same room, Josh and me. James would come home drunk, beat up his old lady and crash in with us kids. He fucked all the boys in the home at least once… or we blew him… which we tried to do just to stop him from fucking one of us.” Suddenly he changed tempo and said, --“You can fuck me, ya know … I don’t mind, ya paid for it already!”
Dave felt … well, he didn’t know how he felt, frankly. He did know that he felt sorry for the kid who rolled over and pressed his ass into Dave’s cock, even reaching back and holding it at the bullseye. “I, I, don’t have any lube here…” Dave said.
“I’m used to getting dry fucked… just spit on it.”
And that is exactly what Dave did. His first time fucking an ass was every bit as enjoyable as getting and giving his first blowjob. He didn’t care that the headboard yet unsecured to the bed frame was pounding the wall. He pictured the tapestries hanging above his wife’s head in the next room clanging the wall. Something told him she wouldn't care if he was fucking one of the foster boys. Better one of them than bothering her, he concluded.
Dave was exhausted, his cock going limp as he held Troy close on his side still buried. He didn’t want his cock to leave the warmth of the cocoon. Troy’s natural body function was to void the rectal blockage and spit his cock out. He felt the cool air assault it immediately.
* * *
Troy became a fixture in Dave’s bed every night. He asked what the other boys might be saying. Troy shrugged his shoulders and said, “Probably jealous… yes, jealous. The younger ones probably don’t know, but Timmy, Tony, Curtis and Denver are getting it on together and don’t give a shit I guess.”
“WHAT? Dave was shocked.
“They get it on together.” He looked at Dave like he had four eyes and said, “DAH! Every group home of boys fuck around together!”
“Really?” he was taken aback. “Well they sure don’t show any intimacy in the shower every morning.” he laughed, only joking.
“That’s cuz you’re there, dick head.” he laughed.
Dave punched Troy’s shoulder. “What do ya mean?”
“Every place I’ve been sent to… all the guys fool around. And as I said, most of the foster fathers, too! --Even their own teenage sons use us! --No big deal, dude.”
Dave was overwhelmed. “Do you mean the boys living here would…”
“Would have sex with you?” he laughed, “Of course they would… which one ya want, I’ll arrange it for ya … twenty bucks --ya know, a finders fee?”
Dave called the boy’s bluff. “You organize an orgy with any one of them and I’ll give you a hundred-bucks!”
* * *
The next night Dave was escorted by Troy to his and the older boys’ room. Timmy, Tony, and Denver were playing a videogame in all states of undress until Dave realized the loser of the round took off an article of clothing. Strip Xbox? The were obviously expecting him, Troy had orchestrated the evening.
Troy explained, “The loser has to blow all the winners and/or get fucked if the winner chooses… you don’t have to play… you’re our honorary winner tonight.” he laughed along with the other boys.
And what a night it was for Dave. Five boys so different in every way, Mostly Dave watched the boys suck each other, anal sex was not high on their agenda, although it was on Dave’s. He, himself, got fucked for the first time in his life by Troy and then Tony who had a thick uncut six-inch Italian sausage that even curved like one.
It was a painful experience, however, the eroticism was overwhelming. Dave would never have thought he would lower himself to let anyone, never mind young boys, humiliate him. He fucking loved being used and at their disposal. He was blown by every boy and came in Tony’s mouth. The boys had a secondary game of Russian Roulette blowjob, each spending one minute sucking his cock, the winner, of course, receiving a load of cum in his mouth. He wasn’t sure what the prize was… or if there was one other than natural boyhood competitiveness to be the winner.
Dave sucked every boy. He got three samples of cum, so different in taste and texture, but not a bad load in the lot! He took all five boy’s back to his room, having the larger bed. They cuddled him and each other and went to sleep.
* * *
Early next morning, the naked boy’s snuck back to their beds, only Troy remained sound asleep hugging Dave’s torso. He had the distinct feeling throughout the night that Troy was being very protective or territorial of him. Then, in the next breath, telling him that for thirty-bucks he could also arrange any one of the other boys for a night of fun.
“What will ya charge for Danny and Davey?” Dave asked.
“The eleven year-olds?” he asked bewildered, “You like em’ that young, too?”
“How much?” By then, Dave knew he could molest any one of the boys in the house with Troy acting as the middle man pimp.
“Thirty each!” he offered, “But they’re still doughboys.” Clarifying for Dave’ sake, he explained, “Doughboys are basically virgins, never been with an older boy. From what I learned, this is their first time living in a group home. Same as Colin and Calvin… twelve year-olds were considered ‘fresh-meat’ at St. Vincents Homes, a place that all four were lucky enough not to ever have to stay.”
Dave’s curiosity was piqued, “Ya mean boys got raped there?”
Troy laughed, “If the priests didn’t get ya first, the older teenagers would!” He went on to say, “St. Vincent is for older kids, up to seventeen, who are beyond ever being adopted. Younger boys are sent there just until a foster home can be arranged… but not enough of a short time before the vampires get their hands on them.”
“Vampires?” Dave asked.
“They’re called vampires cuz the teenagers come into doughboy bedrooms late at night… or, in the priests’ case, are taken from their beds at night and led away by the hand.”
Dave didn’t believe a word of it or maybe he didn’t want to. “Nice story, Troy. But I don’t believe it. Why would boys not tell?”
Troy was a sharp witted lad, he replied, “Dah! Look no farther than what you just said… nobody believes it! Besides, who are ya going to tell? --Another priest?” he chuckled.
It suddenly dawned on Dave that those boys had no family to care for them, not even close relatives who would take them in. They were all alone and vulnerable while being placed in an institution awaiting placement into a family home of strangers. They had no choice but to endure the sexual abuse. There was no one to listen.
Dave struggled with his emotions, morals and scruples. He could justify having continued sex with the older boys and felt he should be more than satisfied with that. His cock was rock hard when he asked, “How long will it take you to break in the others?”
“A week, maybe less, if the other guys help. It’ll cost ya a hundred more for my troubles.” the little shyster said.
“Deal.” Dave agreed. They fell asleep, Troy’s tucked body into Dave’s strong arms and chest.
* * *
It was a rather warm spring day in June when Dave set out to open the swimming pool something Dave’s father hadn’t bothered maintaining over the years. The boys were excited. Put to work, they scrubbed the walls of the inground pool as Dave used his shop-vac to vacuum the rancid puddles of water and the debris of leaves and dirt which had accumulated over the years. He checked the filtration system, happy it was functioning well. Only a minor TLC tune-up was necessary.
Dave wasn’t a wealthy man in a monetary sense, but he was rich in friends. Later in the afternoon a local fire truck arrived, the men hooked a hose to a hydrant and the anxious boys watched as the pool slowly filled with water. It was definitely ice cold water ... but water nonetheless. It would take a couple of days for the heater to create an ambient temperature.
Ice cold or not, the pool was only half-full when the boys stripped down to their underwear and bravely jumped in. Dave had found a beachball in the shed and blew it up giving them something to play with even though it ended up out of water more than it was in. The tighty whities mashed to their groins certainly reflected the shrinkage factor.
Don, a fireman, warned, “Their lips are turning blue, Dave. Time they got out of the water before hypothermia sets in.
Dave ordered the boys out of the pool and told them to go have a warm shower. They were none too pleased, nonetheless they complied and got out of the water, teeth chattering and skin wrinkled. One by one they went into the house for a shower. Meanwhile, the firemen retrieved several plastic tarps and tied them together to make a pool cover that they spread over the pool. They used sandbags to hold it in place. Next, they brought in a heat blower and placed the wide accordion tube under the tarp.
“That should help with keeping the heat in at night,” said Don. “But let the sun do its thing during the day. By tomorrow afternoon the water temp will still be cold, but tolerable,” he advised. “Oh, and don’t worry about the tarps, consider them the fire department's donation for the boys. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick up the blower. And if you need anything else, just call me, we’re pretty industrious on acquiring stuff for the needy.” he chuckled. “Not saying you’re needy, Dave, but it sure can't be easy with twelve boys under your roof.”
Dave felt another pang of guilt. He felt like he was deceiving those that cared about him and the kids. He’d had sex with four of those poor, wayward boys the night before. Not an hour earlier, he’d gotten a blowjob from Denver in the garden shed, who, mind you, followed him and made the proposition. Unlike Troy, Denver swallowed every drop, afterward commenting on Dave’s nice big cock.
Later that night in bed after sex, Dave questioned Troy. “Besides your foster fathers, how many men have you slept with? he asked.
“Dunno, lots I guess.”
“”How did you start … charging men for sex?”
“I was ten. A man in a mall washroom was jerking off beside me at the urinal. He told me that he would pay me twenty-bucks to do it for him in a toilet stall. So I did, what the fuck. He arranged to meet me there again the next day. That time he took me to a changing room at Sears, we got naked and he blew me, then I did him. I got forty-bucks for it.”
“Was that your first time?”
“Hell, no! My foster father, Harry, taught me how to suck cock when I was eight.” he said with a hint of pride. “I figured out that lots of men went to that washroom for sex. They were really shy around me at first, so I did like them and jerked off in front of them. It was easy money … they would all cum in a matter of minutes with me blowing them. Then I would just sit on the toilet with the door open a bit.” he said with a laugh, “The older guys were so horny, they’d line up for a go at me. I charged twenty each. I was rolling in dough after the weekend. Men like little boys, Dave ... same as you!”
Dave was stunned. He felt sorry for the boy who obviously never really enjoyed his boyhood as most kids did. Troy was hardened with a developed tough guy persona in front of other kids and adults. Yet, when he snuggled up to Dave, he was another person altogether.
Dave’s curiosity was persistent. He wanted to know everything about Troy’s life. He asked,”So what happened that you’re not still at Harry’s home?”
“Troy cuckled, “His wife caught us. I was shipped off back to St. Vincent’s the next day.” he said with a kind of sadness that Dave detected.
“Did you like Harry a lot?”
Troy didn’t respond for several moments, finally he said in hushed voice, “Yeah, I really liked papa Harry.”
Dave had many more questions, but they could wait for another time. He hugged the kid tight and with the boy’s breath warm on his chest, they went to sleep.
To be continued …
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