The Foster Parent Plan

by Rob Loveboy

 

Chapter Eight

 

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When Dave got home, he pulled Troy aside and offered him twenty-dollars to take Sean to his bedroom room and have sex with him.

 

“Thirty, and he can fuck me if he wants.” the young shyster countered without batting an eye or giving the lurid proposal a second thought.

 

Dave smiled, “Deal!”

 

*  *  *

 

Sean came through the yard gate a half hour later toting numerous bags of chips he had picked up for the kids on his way over. The boys were all over  him in seconds. Potato chips were the one treat they seldom got on a regular basis.

Troy didn’t wait for Sean to strip off his clothes. He walked right up to him and  said something about a new video game he bought and the two were off into the house. An hour later, they emerged with Sean now naked and carrying his clothes. He looked like the cat that caught the canary. He gleamed in pride, his shit-eating grin met Dave’s own knowing grin, he winked at Sean for emphasis.

 

Dave was a tad lethargic. He didn’t want to be mauled by a gaggle of boys in the pool as the older kids played polo. Instead, he sat under the palapa and enjoyed a vodka cooler over a glass of ice watching Sean fight off energetic kids. There was no question about it, Sean had a definite way with the youngsters and it was obvious they liked him a lot. Dave wondered how Sean would like a romp in the sack with 10 year-old Zack next.

 

Supper was simple that evening. Rossa had made up hamburger patties which Dave barbecued along with hot dogs. Sean, the perfect gentleman, helped Dave feed the brood and tidy up with the kids afterwards. It would appear that Sean liked the young men very much. He made a mental note to talk to Maggie about hiring him as kind of a  camp counselor on weekends thus giving Dave some time to himself. Hell, the kid seemed to enjoy his romp with Troy so much that he would probably do it for free, in trade!

 

Dave took Zack to bed again that night along with Troy who fucked him first followed by Dave. With his legs in the air, the boy complained nonetheless; just not as much. Dave even managed to keep him erect by blowing him during Troy’s assault. After having dumped his first load up Zack’s ass, Troy insisted Zack give him a blowjob while Dave had his way with his perky little stretched ass. Sitting on Zack’s chest, Troy masterfully fed the boy his cock periodically reminding  him not to bite.

 

*  *  *

 

Dave knew that Sean was hoping for an invite over to the house after work but was too shy to ask. At the river during their lunch break, he gave Dave an awesome fucking followed by a blowjob to finish their lunch hour. They never discussed his sex with Troy the previous day or the fact that Dave paid to have him laid. Troy was quick to collect his thirty bucks that morning before Dave went off to work.

 

“Wanna come over for a swim later?” Dave asked as they walked back to work.

 

Sean could hardly contain his excitement, “Sure! Would love to, Dave. I just don’t want to be a burden, ya know?”

 

Dave took an opportune moment to ask Sean about the camp counsellor idea. “The younger boys like you a lot and they need structured activities. Not so much the older ones because they kinda do their own thing. I’m not sure just how much I can pay you for your services yet. I’ll have to talk to the wife about that first.”

 

“Hell, yes!” replied Sean. “I’d be happy to help you out with the guys and don’t worry about paying me anything. I make enough at the factory, anyway. I once spent a summer as an assistant camp counselor for a church when I was thirteen.”

 

“Deal then?”

 

“Deal!” Sean beamed in delight.

 

*  *  *

 

As soon as Dave got home he looked for Zack. He didn’t have far to look, the boy was playing in the pool. He called him out and sat under the palapa. “You like Sean, right?”

“Yeah! He’s so cool!”

 

“Yes, he is. Sean is going to be spending a lot of time here with you guys on weekends.”

 

“Yipee!” cried the boy in delight.

 

“I want him to feel welcome, so I have a favor to ask of you.”

 

“Anything.”

 

“When he gets here, I want you to take him to my bedroom and give him a blowjob … a real good one. He’s never been with a young boy and I want to surprise him, okay?” Zack looked a little bewildered and nervous. He didn’t respond right away.  Dave decided to give him a way out. “I mean if you’re not up to it, I’ll ask someone else, I’m sure one of the others would be happy…”

 

“That’s okay, I’ll do it!” replied the boy. “I like him.”

 

It was just as Dave suspected. With a little reverse psychology factored in, he knew that Zack wouldn’t be outdone by another boy. “That’s my boy, Zachary!” said Dave. “And if Sean wants to fuck you … well, I’ll leave that to you to decide but I would be mighty proud of you if ya did anything he wants. We want to keep him around, right?”

 

“Right.” Zach replied but not so enthusiastically.

 

Dave smiled and asked, “Who’s my boy, Zack?

 

“I am.” he muttered rather sheepishly.

“You got it, kiddo! I know ya won’t disappoint me ...or Sean. Now go play, I’ll call you in a while.”

 

Sean arrived carrying a few boxes of donuts that didn’t go unnoticed by the fourteen pairs of eyes scrambling out of the pool. He set them down on a patio table and stood back to watch as the pack of carnivores descended on them. 

 

Dave said, “Rossa would have your left testicle on her chopping block for spoiling their dinner. And I’ll have your right one for spoiling them! You don’t need to spend your money on treats every time you come over, Sean.”

 

“It’s no big deal, donuts are cheap.” he replied watching the naked boys devour his treat. “Besides, they need the sugar for energy and will burn it off before their supper.”

 

“Baked mac and cheese casserole tonight. It was their all-time favorite. Maggie actually got off her fat ass and made it if you can believe that. Looking at Sean, he noted that, “She probably crushed a handful of Ritalin pills and tossed the powder in to keep them quiet for a night. She’s been complaining of the racket coming from the playroom every night.” Dave joked, but wouldn’t have put it past her.

 

“You are joking, right?” Sean asked taking off his clothes in order to join the bedlam  of activities in the pool.

 

Dave ignored the question. “I have a surprise for you, Sean. It’s kind of a token of my appreciation for wanting to help me out with the boys.”

 

Sean was removing his underwear as he looked at Dave questioningly. Dave admired the teen’s beautiful nude lean body for a moment, his own cock stirring at the sight. Sean asked, “I love surprises … tell me?” he laughed.

 

Dave had the boy’s full attention and asked, “You know Zachery, the cute ten year-old?”

 

“Yeah … what about him?”

 

“What about him? He’s yours to do whatever you want to do with him for the evening!”

 

Sean’s eyes lit up; his jaw dropped. Most erotic was that his cock responded in mere seconds. “I … you … mean … me and him?”

 

Dave hollered at Zack summoning him over to the palapa. The nude ten year-old broke away from whatever game he was playing with the other boys, crawled out of the pool and ran over. Dave said to Sean, “Take him to my bedroom, Zack will show you where it is.” he watch as Sean turning as red as a tomato as he followed Zack, then added, “Oh, and Sean … watch out you don’t knock stuff off tables or poke holes in my walls with that weapon of yours on the way.” Dave said with a laugh. Sean turned a deeper shade of crimson if that were possible and no-one knew what was going through little Zack’s mind as he led Sean into the house.

 

Dave called Troy, Tim, Tony and Denver over, the eldest teens, and asked them to sit down. He wanted a progress report on how they were coming along with teaching the rest of the boys all about the art of “Brotherly Love.”

 

Troy, of course, was the spokesman for the group. He was earning a king's fortune for being in charge of the project. Dave doubted the other guys knew about their financial arrangement.

 

“Some are more into more than others at the moment. Especially the  getting fucked part.” Troy reported. “But blowjobs are coming along okay, I guess.”

 

Denver didn’t wait for troy’s permission and piped up, “All except for Jacob, that is. He’s one stubborn little brat. He bites the other guys cocks sometimes.”

 

Tim interjected, “He doesn’t bite our cocks though … he know’s better. But he’ll be going down on ya doing a decent job and then, suddenly, he’ll get bored and ends up on the floor playing leaving ya hanging.”

 

Troy added, “And he’s a mother fuckin wiry little prick too. When you’re trying to fuck him; he wants no part of it and starts throwing punches.”

 

“Sounds to me like he’s A.D.D. .” Dave said. “Along with an aggressive nature, he needs to be taught who’s boss and learn his role around here.”

 

We were kinda hoping you would send him away, ya know, trade him in for another boy, like one from St. Vincent’s?” offered Tony as a solution.

 

It was a good suggestion. However, Dave wasn’t sure he had a ‘trade-in’ clause with Child Protective Services. Nor did he want the possibility of the kid telling tales out of school although Dave had not yet been inappropriate with him.  Nevertheless if the boy talked, there was a small chance the older boys could come under scrutiny for sexual abuse. Therefore, in a roundabout way, he might find himself in jeopardy.

 

Olga, the CPS case worker, only visited the home when she was dropping off more boys. A haggard lady, always checking her watch,  she would ask to have the boys muster enmass and ask them how things were going. If one or two were unaccounted for, she was simply told they were at a friends house studying. It was never a problem. When she was dropping off new kids, she incorporated the drop offs as a home inspection and was quickly on her way.

 

Dave was still baffled how Maggie had gained Group Home status for no other reason than extra income and yet, neither he nor his lovely wife had any formal training in child development or psychology. Hell, they never even had kids of their own to learn parenting skills. The CPS provided them with a twenty-four hour phone number for emergency counselling or, if the situation warranted it,  a Crisis Team could be dispatched to the home between the hours of 4pm and midnight, Monday through Friday. Dave assumed that kids never acted up beyond those hours. He learned quickly enough that CPS was a joke. Their job was to place the kids in homes and forget about them, job done. He wasn’t complaining. The government agency served his personal agenda perfectly.

 

Dave looked at Troy smugly and asked, “So, Troy. What are you going to do about getting Jacob on board with the program?” The onus was now placed on him if he wanted to collect his due.

 

Troy was sharp and quick in his own defence. “You always say that we are  never get rough and force the younger ones. I suggest you move Jacob to our nightly shower schedule and then we can convince him. He’ll get the message before too long.”

 

Due to overcrowding and the required hot water volume, Dave had  thought of assigning an equal mix of  seven younger and older boys to morning and night showers. However, while he’d thought about it, it was never enforced as part of their daily structure. What Troy asked for was clear. He wanted Dave to arrange his roommates and perhaps a couple of  the twelve year-olds to shower together as a unit. Once that was done, he could then toss Jacob to the wolves for a harsh lesson in learning to love his brothers. Troy was confident that in no time at all they’d have Jacob either on his knees servicing one of his brothers or bent over servicing them two at a time.

 

Dave didn’t want to hear any more. He especially didn’t want to hear the four letter-word that rhymed with grape. Dave felt that the less he knew about what went on in the shower, the better the chances of him sticking with his plan of taking advantage of the end result in due time. He looked at Troy and said, “I was going to ask you to take charge of the showering arrangements. Maggie is bitching about the breakfast feeding frenzy and wanting it scheduled in two manageable time frames.” It wasn’t really a lie but it was a convenient excuse and solution for Maggie’s imaginative morning woes.

 

She could be get stressed making school lunches production line style. Bread slices laid out on the counter being swiped with peanut butter and jam, seran-wrapped and paper bagged with an apple tossed in with such loving care that it always caused a mid-sandwich crater. Perhaps even a snack package of cheese and crackers were added if she was in a good mood … or remembered in her hangover state of mind. For his part, Dave always made certain that he placed a quarter in every lunch bag for a small carton of milk.

 

*  *  *

 

Well over two hours had elapsed since Zack led Sean to what Dave strongly suspected was Sean’s greatest fantasy. It took one to know one. Sean liked them young and Dave suspected the younger the better. It didn’t take much to groom the fifteen year-old as a paedophile accomplice, if the term paedophile did apply to  under age teens ... or maybe there was another term used by the American Journal of Psychology to identify it. Teenophile?

 

Dave resisted as long as he could before he snuck downstairs to his room. The boys had already feasted on spaghetti and meatballs and were cleaning up. He didn’t hear any noise as he got closer to his bedroom door, opened it quietly and peaked inside. The bedside lamp was aglow, the thirty-amp lighting was very soft.

 

Dave could make out Sean’s larger body,  his white ass kind of raised slightly and gyrating over what Dave knew to be Zack’s small body virtually hidden. The vocals were of a top casually enjoying his bottom, throaty purrs and aaahs. Although it was almost drowned  out, Dave did hear the very faint whimpering of Zack but was unsure if  it was in pleasure or forfeited, simple pain. He truly hoped Zack was beginning to enjoy his fate which was going to his for a few years to come while he lived in the home. Who knows, he thought to himself, maybe Zack will one day be the senior boy breaking in the new arrivals. Dave silently closed the door and left the two boys alone in peace. He knew that his presence would only spoil the moment of what the two youth’s had going on.

 

Dave went outside again and played a few rounds of polo with the boys even though it was near impossible with Justin and Jacob climbing over his back. Dave couldn’t look Jacob in the eye … he had sanctioned the boy’s gang rape for later that night. He could still put a stop to it and ease his conscience. The option was still there to take Tony’s recommendation and be rid of the boy. Then he thought about St. Vincent’s where Jacob would inevitably be placed and what fate awaited him there. Dave could then justify his decision in his mind as his plan was definitely the lesser of two evils, --as horrible as that might sound. Meanwhile, he continued to wonder how Sean and Zack were getting on.

 

To be continued …

 

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