Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2018 23:02:58 +0000
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing-up-in-care Part 13 Section Adult/Youth

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Some things loom large in a boy's life and the one that loomed largest in
my life this year was my imminent move to secondary school. A much bigger
pond with much bigger fish and by all accounts some of them bite.

I had been warned for the previous months that secondary school was place
of opportunity and risk, lots of hormonal boys looking for an outlet and
equally those same hormones could come out as violence particularly to 1st
year gay boys.

There was, a sort of orphanage support group, kids from the home were know
to back each other up but no 14 year old boy who might fuck you bandy later
that day was going to stick his neck out to stop a queer bashing, not
unless he wanted to get bashed himself, although my two older sisters were
at the school with me so I had some protection.

Being a resourceful lad I decided the best was to get real iron clad
protection was to simply buy it. This plan of course fell at the first
hurdle, I didn't have any money, cigarettes or other tradable
commodities. Well I did have one, but putting that on the table would
expose me to the thing I was trying to void, If my offer was rejected I was
going to get the shit kicked out of me for the next four years.

This was going to be tricky, just how do you offer a boy you hardly know
sex in exchange for his protection? I lay in bed at night worrying about
how I was going to manage it, every scenario I ran through my head ended up
with me getting my arse whipped or worse but not in the good
way. Eventually I sought the wisdom of my older brother and with his advice
and guidance I hatched a plan.

Step One. Identify the class bully, that was fairly easy, within the first
week Kevin had pretty much taken the role on, best at sports, always
goofing off in anything academic, smoking behind the grounds-mans hut, plus
a couple of fights, he was my target and he wasn't to bad looking either he
already had a couple of hanger on's but they were just suck ups and that
was a role I had my eye on. For a twelve year old he was fit, lots of
sports, brown hair cut in a trendy style rather than the bog standard short
back and sides, his clothes bordered on breaking the dress code. In short a
bit of a rebel but hot with it.

Step Two involved getting him alone in a place where I could make my offer
and there was no one around to interfere or give him a reason to display
how tough he was by slugging 'the queer boy'. This took a lot more work &
study, showers after PE presented an opportunity to check out the goods
available in my class and although Kevin wasn't the main prize, that was a
beast of a boy called Andy, a good six inches taller than everyone else he
actually had pubes you could see across the room and I vowed to get into
them shorts in the very near future and Brian a half cast mocha coloured
sex pot with jet black hair and deep brown eyes and lips you could eat, But
I digress, Kevin was my target but apart from a brief glimpse of 12 year
old tackle and a flash of white buttock he was in and out of the showers
like a flash with his cronies in tow it wasn't till a month or so later
that an opportunity presented its self .

I was standing next to him in the queue for a history lesson with Mr
Cuthbert when I took the opportunity to slip a bit of paper into his hand,
He knew I did it, I knew he knew but no one saw or heard anything, he
looked at me strangely and my heart sank. Looking down at the scrap of
paper we both watched as he read the words 'Meet me behind the art room' He
looked up from his hand and stuffing the paper into his pocket he nodded
his head. So far so good, I had arranged a meeting (hopefully alone)
without revelling my faggotness.

As the morning rolled on towards dinner my heart pounded in my chest
finally the bell to end the morning and then dinner, I remember exactly
what it was, strange that some things are just burned into your memory, two
small over cooked bangers, a dollop of mashed potato and boiled cabbage
followed by steamed pudding and thin watery custard.

Dinner done I screwed up my courage and headed off towards the art
block. For the first time in my life I was heading towards a sexual
encounter and I was crapping myself. I had only half a plan, no back up and
a 50/50 or worse chance of getting the shit kicked out of me for the next
four years, as I rounded the corner my heart fell. No one! 'Right what do
you want?' the voice was right behind me as I spun round to face my saviour
or Nemesis I stepped back and nearly fell over, rather luckily this drew us
both deeper into the secluded alley way behind the building. 'So what do
you want?'  I want you to look after me' ''What do you mean?' he said
looking at me in a slightly confused, head tilted way 'I want you to
protect me' I said think this was not going well. 'You're one of them kids
from the home, What you got that I want?' he said with a almost dismissive
attitude.

This was it, it was now or never! I dropped to my knees right in front of
him whilst my left hand went up the leg of his grey school boy shorts
stroking his smooth coltish thigh as it advanced searching for and finding
his small pre-teen package snugly resting in its tight cotton nest as my
right hand went for the belt buckle working the leather strap back through
the clasp, as I worked the belt free I could feel the package under my left
hand start it predictable response to the gentle massage it was getting. I
sort of registered that he wasn't making any moves to stop me so I
continued. My left hand having achieved its goal of turning the little boy
toy asleep in his pants into its true form of steel hard sex that only
young boys can attain, a hardness that could cut diamond.

With both hands free I reached for the elasticised waist band of his shorts
and pulled them down just enough to expose his tiny red with white trim
bikini style pants, no Y fronts for this bad boy, just stressed rayon and I
wanted the stressor 4 1/2 inches of rampant boy cock, hot, hard and ready
to deliver its sweet boy juice to whoever pressed the right buttons.

As this scene progressed further my confidence rose and reaching up I
pulled the fire engine red briefs down to join his other layer of
protection mid-way down Keith's thighs, I had one of those strange thoughts
that plagued me for years . I wonder what his mother would think if she
knew this child she had raised for 12 years as a boy to give her grand
children was about to put all that masculine training into dumping his seed
into another boys mouth. with my target finally in full view and as yet no
adverse reactions I leant forward and licked the turgid red head, Keith
responded for the first time since I started with an almost desperate
gurgle in his throat, Thinking we didn't have all day for this I swallowed
the head and wrapped my tongue around his undoubted charms as my left hand
cupped his almost withdrawn pebbles and oh so gently squeezed.

With a sound like a cat in agony he unloaded his nectar, three short small
squirts of watery boys essence pumped into my hungry mouth as his knees
buckled and I only managed to keep him upright by pushing him back against
the red brick wall of the art block.

As a boy of some experience I dawned on my not so naive mind that not only
had I just blown my class bully but I had also blown a virgin, determined
to get the full service I required from this recently popped cherry boy
after a quick break of just seconds I went to town on the still hard cock
in my mouth, as I worked my magic, teasing around the ridge with my lips as
my tongue worked his piss slit and whooshed and twisted around his glans,
with my right hand I pumped the still unbending shaft and ground his nuts
with my left.

Regaining some of his composure Keith eventually realised what was going on
and got the message the boy kneeling in front of him sucking his dick would
do so for free for the next four years when ever required and all he had to
do was protect him from queer bashers. Placing his hands on my head he took
control and we went from blow job to face fucking in a smooth seamless
transition. For a recently deflowered virgin Keith soon found out what
worked for him and within minutes he was working my mouth like he was born
to it, but this wasn't some silly little back street girly fumbling her way
around some kids dick for the first time, this was a mouth that had been
places, a mouth that had sucked the thick creamy loads out of cocks bigger
than this kids arm. A mouth used to working professional paedophiles into a
sweaty twitching mass of heaving cock and pumping balls. A mouth that could
suck the proverbial tennis ball through a garden hose.

This boy didn't stand a chance and 40 seconds later he dumped his second
load into my hungry mouth and I sucked it down like a monster as he groaned
his way through his second orgasm, and as his cock spat into my mouth again
the deal was sealed.  Over the years he got better and by 15 he rated
himself a stud with the ladies but I knew that cock and its owner so well I
could drain it down in minutes or draw it out forever, in the end he was
setting times for however much time he had, 'I want a 10 minute BJ boy get
on with it'. he never fucked me as he thought that was 'gay' and as he got
older and girls became more interesting our meetings dwindled and I only
tended to see him when he had a severe case of blue balls but he always
kept his word until the day we both left school and went our separate way.

With my protection in place I set up shop in the boys toilets and regularly
over the next four year held court in the fifth stall from the door in the
boys bogs, you could have almost have painted hand and feet marks on the
floor and walls so many boys stood in that stall and enjoyed their first
blowjob or fuck. One day during a teacher free lesson I estimated that over
the four years I was at that school I took four gallons of teen spunk out
of that school in my stomach and a good few pints up my arse.

But that's another set of tales.