The Foster Parent Plan

by Rob Loveboy

 

Chapter Nine 

 

Getting along, getting it on, brotherly love!

Once again, Sean’s aura glowed. He was once again the proverbial cat that caught the canary, or in this case Zack,  when he stepped outside, walked over to one of the deck lounge chairs and took a seat with Dave. Zack, being more the bunny than the canary, ran for the swimming pool.

 

“Have fun?” Dave asked knowing the answer.

 

“Fucking awesome!, dude!”

 

Just as Dave intended, the teen was hooked on the forbidden fruit and would become an ally pederast. He did have a little concern that guilt might cloud Sean’s conscience once the teen had thought about matters but Dave would move quickly and wasn’t about to let that happen.

 

“How about spending the night and helping me break-in Justin?” The older boys all  agreed that the ten year old was primed and now ready for more action.

 

Sean’s Jaw dropped staring at Dave in disbelief. He uttered, “You mean that? But we have work in the morning and …”

 

Dave cut him off and said, “We’ll use our sick days. No big deal. It’ll make it a long weekend for us. I’ll even keep Justin home from school.” Dave laughed, “That alone will thrill the kid. It’ll be kind of a reward for good behaviour.”

 

It was much too erotic an offer to pass up. Sean, in his mind’s eye, could already picture another pair of luscious young lips wrapped around his growing cock. He readily agreed to sleep over. Dave saw the teen trying to hide an erection, he smiled, Sean smiled back shyly, sealing the partners in crime deal.

 

*  *  *

 

Justin had beautiful, natural curly hair framing his mulatto-skin face. He was in need of a trim but so were most of the boys. Dave’s friend, Pete, a barber, was coming over Sunday evening. Dave had already cleared the expense with CPS so that Pete could bill the agency direct.

 

Justin’s wide hazel eyes were probably his best feature, his eyebrows joined atop long dark brown lashes. His father or mother must have been Hispanic.  Uncut, he hung a pretty shade of pink about two inches really no thicker than a man’s baby finger  His testicles were beginning to drop secured in a darker hued pink sack. For some strange reason, Dave couldn’t wait to see the boy’s rectum. He was looking forward to tonguing it for a very long time perhaps even sucking Sean’s cum out of it later that night if all went well.

 

Dave thought about Liam and Kris, spelt with with a K, the teens at the factory and asked Sean if he knew them. If he did know them, Dave wanted Sean to tell him honestly how he met the boys.

 

“I went to school with both of them. I think they dropped out because of the bullying. They lived through hell every day. Liam was openly gay. The rumor mill had it that he sucked off the whole football team one night after a winning game. He was a towel boy then. But, I don’t believe that rumor. You only have to see the girls lined up outside the locker room after a game who are so eager, willing and able to do what Liam was rumored to have done. But he probably did offer. Those jocks are always waving their dicks around asking for a blowjob from any non-jock kid who just happens to be in the locker room at the right time.”

 

“What about Kris, who always reminds me that he spells his name with a K instead of a C?” Dave asked.

 

“Kris got caught sucking off a jock in the handicap bathroom. Stupid sods (They) forgot to lock the door and three stoners walked in to toke-up. It was their usual hangout at lunch. I knew one of them and he claimed Kris gave them all a BJ after the jock left and before they beat him up. They then spread the word around making sure they never mentioned the jock’s name because they knew that, if they did, they were toast.”

“And what about you? Why did you drop out?”

 

Sean took on a saddened look and said, “My mom has MS, she couldn’t work anymore. So my older sister, Katie, and I got jobs to support our mother and the other kids. We didn’t want the CPS breaking up the family. We have two younger sisters, ages  ten and twelve, and our little brother is eight.”

Dave admired the teen all the more. He was a hero in Dave’s watering eyes. He leaned over and hugged the teen tight just because he showed so much dedication to his family. The boy now earing 16 wasn’t looking for sympathy, but a hug and an intimate kiss, his first in a very long time, was a welcome surprise and reciprocated. The two moved to Dave’s bedroom where they made love to each other. Dave had never felt anything like it.  He knew he was falling in love with Sean and it scared the fuck out of him. He only had to look at the face below his to know the feeling was mutual.

 

*  *  *

 

Another simple dinner was had later than usual, a pot of Mexican chili and fresh buns filled the bowls and bellies of hungry boys. Troy took the liberty of dishing out the meal knowing that Dave was preoccupied.  He had peeked.

 

The boys were in the playroom when Dave and Sean awoke from an unintended nap. Dave was conscious that Sean was somewhat embarrassed to walk through the gauntlet of boys playing games or watching television to gather his clothes from outside.

 

Dave laughed as he reached into a drawer and tossed Sean a pair of boxers. “Ya bloody well swim naked with them and now you’re all self-conscious?”

 

It’s different when everyone else is naked,” Sean replied matter-of-factly. Once he put on the offered boxers he did collect his clothes as Dave went to fix the two of them some supper.

 

Rossa had outdone herself again. Her magnificent chili was perfectly spiced with a little bit of a bite and  homemade buns. Dave had lit a candle at the kitchen table and opened a bottle of  red wine hidden in the fridge. He had known that Maggied liked white wine and hopefully if she did find it in the fridge, she wouldn’t drink it.  Lately, she was spending  most of her time in her bedroom watching television and complaining to Dave that the boys were too loud every chance she got.

 

For the umpteenth time, Dave would sarcastically reply, “We have fourteen rambunctious boys living under our roof, Maggie. Maybe we should have taken in girls instead.”

 

She would always clam up knowing full well that, if they had a house full of young girls, she would be expected to get off her ass and take a much more active role in running the house and offering guidance to the developing house full of girls, Maggie had long ago figured out that possible scenario meant a lot more work and she was having none of that. “Well tell them to keep the music down after school; my bed even vibrates from the bloody ruckus coming from downstairs!”

 

“Yes, dear. I’ll have a word with them.” was always Dave’s reply but he never followed up on it.

 

The only enjoyment in Maggie's life came once a week when she attended the women's auxiliary meetings where she was always placed in high esteem for raising fourteen wayward boys. She often came home with knitted socks and sweaters, hand-me-down jeans and shirts. The boys thought that some of the hand-me-downs were pretty cool.

The boys always looked forward to Maggie coming home from her meetings if only for the baked goods donated by the ladies of her Auxiliary.

 She couldn’t be bothered carrying the junk food in for the little brats so she would give one of the boys the key to open her car trunk to retrieve the goodies. Hell, she desperately needed a glass of wine or two to unwind after the liquorless dry meetings that always elevated her to a second Mother Teresa where she would expound on the trials and tribulations of her humanitarian work.

 

*  *  *

 

All the kids were involved playing something that made them laugh that night. The two donated cakes and three dozen cookies given to Maggie were anticipated and welcomed. A fresh gallon of milk and two bottles of pop were cracked open for the occasion. When Dave announced that school was cancelled for the next day, all hell broke loose in the playroom with boys jumping up and down and hugging each other.

 

Later that night Dave sought out Justin and sat on the floor beside the boy who was involved in a video game. He leaned into the boy and rubbed his back; his fingers wandered under the waistband to just under the tailbone between the area where the boy’s cheeks parted. He slowly started massaging the area with a finger.

 

Dave’s hand then wandered over Justin’s smooth inner thigh.  With the left side of   his hand he barely grazed the boy’s bare genitals. He leaned in and whispered, “ How would you like to sleep with Sean and I in my room tonight?”

 

How nieve were the eyes that lit up and the smile that slowly spread across his face. “Really?” he asked  excited, “Sean is sleeping over?”

 

Dave used the opportunity of the kid’s excitement to grope the boy’s genitals. So soft and satiny, the marble-size testis rolled between his fingers. Dave never tried to hide what he was doing. Jacob, who was playing the video game with Jordan, looked down to see Dave’s hand inside Justin’s underwear and quickly looked away. With his own introduction to sex of late, Jacob reasoned that all guys --even men-- liked doing sexy stuff.

 

Sean was playing billiards with 13 year old Tim. Tony and Denver, not surprisingly were close in age, only being separated by a couple of years, and that closeness would factor in to a certain camaraderie. There was no doubt in Dave’s mind that Sean wanted any one of the three. He’d already had Troy who was sitting off to the side preoccupied reading a book, much to Dave’s astonishment. Dave caught a glance at the cover, “Catcher in the Rye,” a classic even when he went to school and prerequisite reading.

 

Finally, Dave decided that young Justin could wait another day. Dave pictured an orgy with Sean and the older boys and set his sights on making it happen for no other reason than watching Sean. Dave had already had the older kids numerous times. He enjoyed it every time. Sometimes experience, instead of naivety, was the whole idea behind a house full of boys, wasn’t it? It was his being able to have the flavor of the night at his wish and demand that made him rise to every occasion!

 

Dave called lights out at 1a.m. sending the reluctant, complaining younger boys off to bed. “Double up and have some fun!” he called after them. “Stay awake as long as you want.”

Other than Troy, who was indifferent; Tim, Tony and Denver relished the idea of group sex with Sean once they figured out Dave’s motives in getting rid of the youngsters. Dave led them to his bedroom where they each took their turn making Sean welcome. Like a spoiled kid in a candy store, Sean sampled the candy on display. From one cock to another grouped around the center of attention, he sucked and was sucked.

 

Dave laid against the headboard watching while Troy nestled between his legs adding to his staged erotic performance. Each cock glistened in saliva for a short time before a mouth found it. They were ever moving positions, not one being superior over another. The boy’s of St. Vincent’s each had a final go at Sean’s mouth while the others patiently held  off to give Sean what he desperately wanted.

 

Dave only had to point. Troy shimmied around and took Sean’s cock finishing him off just as Denver yelped and spewed his seed down Tony’s throat. Troy didn’t have to be told.  Once he had swallowed all Sean had to offer, he was back on Dave draining his balls.

 

Troy, left out of orgasm, decided to remedy the situation. He took the liberty of fucking Sean. Sean,reaching to grasp the genitals of the onlookers, was the center of attention as he lay on his tummy with his ass in the air. Troy seemed anything but gentle as he held  Sean’s hips so tight that his knuckles were white and would surely bruise the skin afterward.

 

Denver was the next to fuck Sean. Dave envied the stamina of youth as Timmy, then Tony followed Denver all got a piece of Sean’s ass. Dave who had become very excited watching the boys take Sean’s ass one after the other, slid easily into the widened rectum, a thick layer of boy-cum easing the way.

 

After he shot his own load into Sean’s lovely ass, Dave sent the boys to their room, including Troy who appeared shocked. But, Dave wanted Sean all to himself to hold and cuddle. He chuckled and said, “You must be sore down there.”

 

“You got that right, Einstein.” he quipped,  “I got what felt like a fencepost … and you sure weren’t gentle … neither were the other guys, come to think of it!”  he said, rolling his eyes.

 

“You’ve earned a treat. How about I go upstairs and get Justin for you?”

 

Along with Sean, Dave molested the ten year-old. The boy was manhandled into every possible position. He was not a bad cock sucker. He’d been taught well by the older boys and Sean and Dave enjoyed sharing his mouth. He stopped being a good cocksucker between Dave’s legs just before Sean took advantage of the boy’s upturned ass. Sean lubed himself well but soon came to realize that his was not the first cock up Justin’s ass, only larger than a few of his foster brothers.

 

*  *  *

 

The following week Sean took control as “camp-counselor”. He erected a large canvas army tent in the yard that smelled  musty. He gave it a few days to air out and then declared a slumber party for Friday and Saturday nights. The boys brought out their pillows and blankets; it was going to be great fun.  Maggie had  a fit when she saw her linen closet emptied.  At no-one in particular and everyone in general she screamed , “You guys are going to wash those blankets  … because I’m not!” she yelled as if laundry was high on her list of domestic chores. All the boys knew that Maggie would tell Rossa to wash them.

 

The night was hot and muggy. Sudden bolts of lightning lit up the black sky and thunder rolled in the distance to the delight of the boys who sat around in their underwear. They had fun roasting wieners and marshmallows over the fire-pit as they listened to Sean tell ghost stories.

 

While Sean worked on the tent, Dave had Troy help him string Chinese lanterns around the yard. A soft hue of red, green, and blue accented the patio and pool area. He looked over at his brood of boys, their serious faces all lit by the dancing flames of the fire. Sean was a great story teller, even the older boys were mesmerized. They hung on every word of the fifteen year-old entertainer. They were all so different, from the con-man Troy, to the cuddly and delectable Justin

 

“... Then the zombies suddenly stopped dead in their tracks and the leader screamed … LAST ONE IN THE POOL IS A ROTTEN EGG!” Off went his boxers running to the swimming pool and dove in.

 

The kids soon caught on. The tranquil, quiet at the midnight hour turned into a melee of screaming, high pitched voices leaving a trail of underwear right up to the edge of the pool. Dave was the “rotten egg” being the last one in the water. Boys pinched their nostrils and their giggling voices feigned disgust. Dave dunked a few of them as others climbed on his back. In mere seconds, a game of joust began with the young ones climbing atop an older boy’s shoulders and, like the knights of old, all battling to maintain their perch.

 

The rain began to come down hard and with the thunder and lightning still making an awful racket overhead, they scrambled to the safety of the still musty smelling tent. Dave lit the coleman lantern hanging from the center pole as the high-strung boys noisily dried off sharing three sodden towels before crawling under their blankets.

 

The rain pelted the canvas sounding like a freight train rumbling by. Sudden bursts of lightning followed closely by loud claps of thunder were, in turn, followed by the squeals of frightened boys. Sean began to recite a new ghost story as he stood naked above the prone kids. He had a talent of using amazing body theatrics that added to the fun exaggerated frenzy. Dave’s eyes never left the teen’s well proportioned genitals as he lay cuddling Jason, his hand feeling the boy up under the blanket enticing an erection the length and girth of Dave’s index finger.

 

Sean  saw Dave on his side, Jason on his back and the tell tale fluttering of the blanket Sean decided to change tactics and went on, “How about a game of Simon Says now?” Sean looked again at what Dave was doing with Jason. He smiled a knowing smile meeting the man’s eyes. “Simon says older boys team up with a younger one.”

 

It took a moment to register but the boys all found a partner. Sean summoned Troy to his side keeping the ratio even at eight couples. He got on his knees and said, “Simon says feel each other’s cock and balls.”

Even though Dave had been playing with Jason under the blankets, Dave was shocked as to where the teen was going with his game. The boys were all groping each other under a blanket that Sean removed exposing each couple. Many were erect, others half-mast. Troy was way ahead of Sean sucking his cock. No more ‘Simon Says’ was necessary, the older boys took control  and the orgy began. Even Jacob was eagerly sucking Denver, his little attitude adjustment on what was expected of him that he had learned in the shower two nights ago was not forgotten.

 

The gas lantern began to flicker. It was now running off fumes and died out minutes later. Other than the sudden bursts of lightning illuminating the tent, the darkness somehow, without coercion, brought the bodies closer together. Perhaps the older boys somehow orchestrated the mass of bodies into a huddle, sucking whatever cock was found in the ever fluid movement of bodies. Dave had lost Jason between his legs at some point only to realize another mouth had found his cock. He laid there in contentment.

 

Eventually, the thunder moved on but could still be heard in the distance. The only sound now heard within the tent was the harmony of crickets and the slobbery sound of blowjobs. Dave felt a weight on his chest, a tongue prodding his mouth. There was no guessing, Sean had found him. Dave opened his mouth and let the moist intrusion meet his own eager tongue. He felt a heavier weight than Sean’s body sprawled on his; the faint scent of  KY lube began to emanate the air.

 

Sean pulled from Dave’s mouth and gasped, no doubt someone was shoving their cock up Sean’s ass, Dave instinctively knew it was Troy atop them. Sean’s tongue found Dave’s again and they kissed for a very long time.

 

Boys began to yelp and scream. The orgy had taken a different direction. He then felt a body at his side, the arms trying to hug him, the voice that of Jason begging for help. Someone was trying to fuck him and he was not happy about it.

 

Dave placed his hand on the boy’s head and said, “Take it like a man, I can’t help you.”  He did hold the boy tight against his body as someone had their way with him wishing it was him.

 

Dave felt a wetness under him, the blanket was definitely feeling wet. The old tent was leaking like a sieve. A half hour later when the fuck sessions were over to the best of his knowledge, he suggested they move to the playroom salvaging the dry, or near dry blankets and pillows.

Suddenly, marble-size hail began to slam the tent with a roar. The boys, undeterred, were soon reaching out the flap to catch the ice rocks and eat them. Soon, all the kids joined in the fun, the sound of teeth crushing ice made Dave shake his head.                      

 

The ice storm didn’t last long before it started to pour rain again. Dave told them to quickly make their exit into the house. The first group trailed by the others who were already outside quickly retreated back into the tent at the sound of a very loud boom followed a bolt of lightning. The storm was now directly over head. Even Dave was shaken by it. Sixteen naked bodies scurried for the safety of the house carrying bedding that got soaked despite the short trek. The slumber party camp out would have to wait another day.

 

Dave knew where Maggie stored the winter bed quilts. There were not enough for every bed but he told the boys to double up for the night. They were all chilled to the bone and didn’t argue. Dave held Jason and Justin back; they would be sleeping with him and Sean. The ten year-olds were apprehensive at first as Dave and Sean sucked their cocks and licked their bums. Dave always had to laugh at how easy it was to turn a nervous kid into one of submissiveness by using his tongue in their rectums, Jacob getting rimmed for the first time by Dave as he sucked Sean who was sucking Jason who was squatted over the teens neck.

 

Dave used the tactic he swore by to fuck Jacob. Lubed and relaxed, the boy didn’t expect what happened next. By then, Dave had inserted a good two inches well past the sphincter. He was surprised at how easy he made such progress. The other boy’s had fucked Jacob a few times since they raped him in the shower two nights ago. Jacob certainly realized the difference in girth and complained as Dave pushed forward. Dave had seen boys grasp the bedding, bite the pillow, however Jacob pulling his own hair was a first!

 

Sean fucked Jason holding the boy’s legs high, both sopranos squealed foul words out of sync, Vienna Boy’s Choir they weren’t.  

 

*  *  *

 

Sadly, Maggie had literally drank herself to death aided by a few dozen pills. Her misery finally relieved. After her funeral, Dave grieved her absence for a few days.Then he had Sean, his lover, moved in. Dave had everything that had been in, what recently became, Maggies room donated to a local charity. He wanted no memory of her in the house. His old bedroom was re-furnished with two more dressers and sets of bunk beds and four more boys. He and Sean agreed on an age preference of twelve to share their bed.

 

The foster boys grew older and the brotherly love deepened. Troy, 18, a confirmed homosexual was the first to leave the roost to attend college in another city. At sixteen, Tim, Tony, and Denver, were girl crazy in high school which didn’t deter their sexual appetites for cock.

 

Denver was the first to score a girl. Jenny, 16, wasn’t all that good looking but she was willing to put out for Tim and Tony as well. Dave wasn’t happy about it, but Sean joined them for a orgy one night losing his hetero virginity but swore he prefered cock, admitting, “If it wasn’t for the guys making out with each other, I don’t think I could have got a hard on.” Apparently, Jenny was turned on by guys doing guys.

 

More than once, Dave turned down a go at Jenny. He knew that Denver was occasionally sharing her with Colin and Calvin in exchange for chores being assumed on his behalf. All the boys did their own laundry, made their beds every morning, and shared the after dinner clean up when Rossa had long ago went home.

 

Rossa was no fool. Suddenly Sean’s clothes were in Dave’s dresser and closet that had been cleared of Maggie’s things donated to the local goodwill society. She suspected the two were lovers. It was just a gut feeling that women have. She had spent some time watching them. She noted that they sat a little too close, touched a little too intimately, and then, there were their gazes at each other from across the room. Yes! Like most mothers know her son is gay long before he decides to come out to her, Rossa knew that Dave and Sean loved each other.

 

*  *  *

 

But it hadnèt come easy for Rossa. It was like she was tone deaf. Rossa’s youngest son, Miguel, 17, came out to her after she happened to walk in on him and another boy …. doing things. Things a mother should never see. Both were clearly naked and engaged in oral sex. Two pairs of hands scrambled for a sheet or blanket much too late. Rossa’s eyes welled up with tears as she closed the door behind her. Rossa was a very religious woman. She immediately went to kneel before her little shrine set up in her bedroom and prayed for her son.

 

Afterward, she called her eldest son Alfonso, 28. Alfie laughed at her, “Mama, we knew Miguel was gay by the time he was thirteen! --It’s no big deal these days.”

 

She ranted in Mexican, “It is a big deal! Boys don’t like other boys. If your father was still alive …”

 

“Mama.” Alfie persisted, “Mig is gay. You can yell and scream all you want and it won’t change things. He needs your love and support right now. He’s been wanting to tell you for a long time. ”

 

Rossa was upset that such a major matter in the family had gone undetected by her. She had an uncanny sense of knowing when any one of her sons were in trouble. Their  mother’s intuition scared the hell out of the boys who got away with very little. How could she have missed this … her baby boy!

 

“Mama … talk to Mig. Let him know that you still love him. Us kids never stopped loving him, matter of fact, we loved him all the more for admitting he was different. --And papa might have been just as disappointed as you, but he would have gotten over it and never stopped loving Miguel. --You must do the same.”

 

Rossa noticed how Dave seemed to relax after Maggie’s death. He wasn’t tense any longer. She saw much of her deceased husband in Dave, a kind, loving man. He was great with the boys,. She had always despised Maggie for not realizing what she had in a husband. Her Miguel was happy, dating an older man of 31 who worshiped the ground Mig walked on.

 

*  *  *

The foster boys frequently brought male friends over. It wasn’t unusual to see thirty naked bodies running around the yard horsing around. Nor was it unusual to see the Jenny modestly clad in bra and panties ogling the scenery. Jenny was a whore and used by Denver to get boys into bed where she encouraged gay sex as a prerequisite to having sex with her. Every hot looking guy from football jocks to  school’s newspaper elite succumbed to the seduction. Most ended up having a cock shoved in their mouths for the first time eager enough to perform for the prized pussy that awaited them. Denver had many guys, thanks to Jenny. They both got what they wanted in the end.

 

Nor was it unusual that a few guys went missing into the house for long periods of time. Dave didn’t need to be reminded how horny young teenage boys were for whatever they could get in a pinch. They all endlessly talked of girls.  His boys humored them for a while but then cashed in on their weaknesses. Quite a few boys, even a jock or two, entered as virgins but left their virginity behind.

Dave had a keen eye for vulnerability, he had taught his boys well. They didn’t need female props as Denver had to use for leverage. They learned it wasn’t necessary. All they needed was a little charisma and perfecting the art of seduction was the key. The large screen TV in the playroom playing endless bisexual porn added to the aura. What a young jock might see on the screen and what his own hormones were telling him on more than one occasion introduced a new pair of lips to a waiting, leaking cock.

 

Dave and Sean took many teens to bed after the booze supplied dampened inhibitions. Some boys never came back; others became fixtures around the house. There were always a few new faces brought home after school. All in all, many were older than Dave desired, in the 15 to seventeen range, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. The latest addition of boys years earlier were now nearing 14 and were still being used occasionally by their older brothers, as well as, Dave and Sean. They were just beginning to bring school chums home. While Dave went with the flow, he missed the sexually naive 11 and twelve year-olds.

 

Dave knew that the CPS would soon be replacing Troy any day now. Olga, the social worker, had called asking Dave if he would accept a ten year-old, nearing eleven, to be relocated from St. Vincent’s Home for Boys. Dave smiled, covered the phone with his hand and excitedly screamed, “YES!”  Composing himself, Dave said, “Any boy from St. Vincent’s is welcome in my home, Olga. You need not ask.”

THE END

 

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