Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2018 18:16:44 +0100
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing-up-in-care Part 7 Section Adult/Youth

This story is based on real events with a dash of artistic license. All
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It was now the late autumn of 65, I was 8 ¾, school was out and now
having the stamp of approval from Uncle David I was officially on the
books, lots of photos were taken with me dressed in my school uniform, my
cub scouts uniform, in swimming trunks, with nothing on at all. Draped over
chairs and beds showing off my wares, but my favourite was a little red
jockstrap it made me feel so sexy.

I do remember asking why the girls never went to parties and learnt that
sometimes they did but not very often. It seemed that men preferred boys
because they didn't have to wear a condom, which back in the 1960's were a
bit like the fingers off washing up gloves, and the pimp never came back
six weeks later telling you the boy was pregnant and they needed £50 for
an abortion. Then of course, there were the men who simply liked molesting
boys.

I learnt one day that before I was to be sent out into the world I was to
do a `show' with Uncle Ben, although no one would or could tell me what
`show' meant. but that sort of drifted into the background as having
`passed' my exams we were released from our exile and there was a big house
party for the 9+ boys planed for the next Wednesday, I had some plans with
the older boys and some debts to collect.

As the evening approached and boys made their own plans I think the
douching hose was hardly off, I think everyone had plans and I had mine.
There weren't any invites to the party if you knew, you knew. Although
dress was optional.

As the boy's bed times rolled round they went off to bed as usual, I was in
a bit of an advantage as I went to bed at the same time as the other 8yo
but my dorm was off limits until the 12-13yo went to bed. As soon as my
dorm buddies were in, I walked across the corridor, fetched Peter and
brought him back to my dorm, I could see he was conflicted, I was younger
but from an older dorm, Who was the leader and who the follower? I have to
admit he had grown up bit and was as sexy as hell and that 11yo black boy
could have fucked me bandy anytime but I had an arrangement with Mike,
Colin Jack and Marcus. Whilst I had been collecting Peter, the boys had
thrown a mattress down on the floor. I led him to the mattress and pushed
him down on his back, spread his legs and accessed his cute little
bumhole. With the help of a bit of lube and some agile finger work, my
little black friend meet another of my little black friends in the form of
one butt plug, Peter gave a satisfied grunt as the plug seated in his still
relatively unspoilt hole. Having locked my mouth around Peters cock, I
wrapped my arms around his upper thighs locking my head to his groin. His
body was just on the cusp of puberty, with just a scattering of pubes and
he boned up nicely in my mouth, I flicked the switch on the vibrating plug
in his arse and started working that mushroom head that had been forced
into my mouth nearly 4 years ago. He shivered beneath the joint assault of
my mouth and the buzzing black friend in his rear.  My plan was to suck
Peter dry, and to do that I was going to need some help, but then I had a
room full of helpers who loved me to bits and would do anything for me, and
about now the plan was to skull fuck the life out of Peter

As Marcus knelt by his head and put his cock into Peter's mouth, I watched
as every single mm of cock disappeared into his throat. Marcus made a good
performance of his turn, lots of noise and action, slapped him round a bit
but eventually busts a nut in his throat and dumped it deep. Colin was next
up his long dick reaching deep into Peters gullet I watched fascinated as
his cock moved in Peters throat and all the while he was talking him down,
`fucking cock sucking faggot' `Your my little boy now bitch' `yer, you like
that you queer cunt'. He might be older but in sex years, I was so far
beyond this little 11yo skinny black kid it was almost embarrassing. After
10 minutes solid `wake your tonsils up throating Colin pulled out and came
all over his face, it was sweet, in his eyes, spunk up his nose every time
he breathed out he was blowing little spunk bubbles. The white on black was
a special touch. Next contender was Jack, and by now, he was hot to trot as
he dropped to his knees I remember thinking. `This is going to be rough'
and I think I might have down played it a bit. Jack was in there like a
fucking triple headed freight train, straight in deep and hold it, after
about 15 seconds I think Peter realised this cock wasn't going anywhere,
just when you think it can't go on any longer Jack pulls back letting him
breath. Then set about giving this `pretty little nigger boy' the throating
of his life, for the next 15 minutes Jack keeps him just on the point of
breathlessness, gasping but never denied, there was snot, phlegm and tears
everywhere. Eventually Peter's body remembered his arse was buzzing and his
nuts were busting. I worked his cock head with my tongue and lips, refusing
to be dislodged from my almost vampiric sucking on his cock. I worked his
prostrate with the vibrator, felt his legs tighten as he tried to shake me
off, his hips withdrawing into the mattress trying to sink into the floor,
anything to stop the ongoing stimulation of the now hyper sensitive cock
head, then thrusting up trying to get that little bit of extra stimulation
that would trigger release. After toying with Peters mind and balls for a
further 5 minutes I dragged him kicking and thrashing over the edge of his
orgasm, although he was a bit of a blower, compared to the loads I was use
to dealing with this was just a boys load, sweet, short and tasty. Jack had
shot a tasty eggcup full of salty teen cum into Peters by now sore mouth
and his lips were looking a bit ragged as he raised his head to watch me
settle down on his tool for round two.  Well that was the plan, but Mike
had his own needs and grabbing me round the waist dragged me off Peter,
grabbed him by the ankles folded him in half, yanked out the buzzer,
squatted down behind him and despite Peters complaint about not being gay,
sank up to his nuts in one fluid motion. Spreading the 11yo's hole with no
resistance, providing Mike with a nice tight hole to fuck and proving the
lie to Peters words. The plan had always been to gangbang Peter but not
till later, but now Mike had broken the plan I just left them to it. I had
my own plans for the evening and knew where four horned up 14/15yo were
waiting for me and it was only about 30 feet down the corridor.

Pulling on my sexist little red jockstrap, which was an insult to all jocks
because I was the least sporty kid going, actually rather a nerd.  I would
have described myself as wiry rather than muscle, build more for endurance
than power, but I never had any complaints. Taking one last look at the
mess of bodies on the floor and the muffled protests from Peter as he
enjoyed the party I had arranged for him.

Stepping out into the corridor I pulled the door quietly closed, turned and
looked straight into the waist of a man, looking up I saw it was Uncle
Brian, Uncle Brian was the house father of Sparrow House and I didn't
really see a lot of him and his wife as they had other children to look
after. Strictly speaking, I was out of bed after lights out and better have
a good reason but dressed as I was I just froze. Uncle Brian a short stocky
man of about 40 with brown hair. He reached down and picking me up rested
me on his hip as his hands wandered. He turned and walking down the
corridor his hand found my arse and giving it a squeeze he said `You and me
need to get better acquainted young man' then giving me one last hug he put
me down outside the oldest boys room, and disappeared into the darkness.


I looked at the door; the other side of the door were four older teenage
boys, all fully endowed as men with all their desires and abilities. I knew
this was different, my previous experience a few weeks before was
controlled the old boys had their instructions from Uncle David. When I had
approached the older teenagers the week previously, to offer myself for a
gangbanging, they had made it clear, it would be on their terms, nothing
was off limits, and I had to stay all night. The deal is sealed with the
giving of a blowjob and the receiving of a mouthful of fresh hot man-boy
spunk.

As I stood looking at the door handle trying to muster up the courage to
reach out and turn it, The handle turned all on its own and the door swung
open, the room was dark, the only light from a dim bulb in the corridor and
an un-curtained window through which moonlight streamed illuminating a
mattress on the floor. Whilst I struggled with the decision to stay, or
flee. Not for the first time my body took over knowing better its needs
than I did it stepped forward over the threshold into the darkness.

The door closed behind me and as my eyes became accustomed to the darkness
I could see the boys sitting on their beds waiting, I knew the boys in this
room, Stephen, 15yo ginger boy with a nice cock and gentle manner, Martin
also 15yo black hair with an impressive 7 inches. Barry Mc and Freddie made
up the four cocks I was expecting to service, but looking round there were
more than four boys in the room with me, a lot more. I learnt later they
had arranged for their scout patrol leaders and seconds to camp on the land
behind the home, and what I was looking at was the most `prepared' group of
boys ever assembled at my request.

Stuck in sweet shop I didn't know where to start and after a long pause a
hand reached out and guided my mouth towards the first of many cocks that
night. As I started to fulfil my part of the barging I worked the cock of
the unknown boy, kissing the shaft and running my tongue round his ball
bag, back up the shaft. Then I'm pulled away `suck mine' as another thicker
shorter cock is thrust into my mouth, I lick and start sucking. Then
grabbed by the hair I'm pulled away and down onto a monster, I can hardly
get it in my mouth, `suck it bitch' The voice is strangely at odds with the
weapon in my mouth. `Hey Jake's got him!' a torch flashes on for a second
or two, but long enough for me to identify the owner as the 13yo older
brother of my `Sixer' in Cubs, a relationship I mentally decide to work
on. The owner of the torch is encouraged to put a spotlight on the action
and suddenly Jakes groin and my face are lit up to gasps and impossible
suggestions plus a few I'm keen to get on with. Using my hands I reach for
my own head and get Jake to release my hair and kiss my way off his cock. I
look round and seeing none I ask for some lube, a tube of HR lube was
tossed to me and unscrewing the top, I lube up the monster in front of
me. It has to be 8 inches and thick, at least as thick as my wrist and the
cut head has a ridge my tongue was having fun with but now looked like a
mountain range.

Leading Jake to the mattress ready on the floor I get him to lay down on
his back and squatting over his cock I close my eyes and picture Uncle Phil
and start to take his monster into me. First, I clamp my hole tight and
just bounce on his head raising the tension, I'm becoming quite the
performer, boys are laying on the floor to watch the show. I relax and let
the head in, it's a struggle but I manage it without any sweat and then
start the slow descent, letting out a sharp Ugh! As the head goes through
my sphincter, slowly allowing the tension to rise again whilst my body
adjust to the size, after a few enjoyable minutes I reach bone as my butt
cheeks hit his pelvis, reaching behind me I spread my cheeks and sink that
extra half an inch.  The room is almost deadly silent, with just hushed
whispers, `No one has ever done that!' `That's fucking hot', `God, mines
not even going to touch that.'

Once I bottom out I start working it, slowly up till just the head is
lodged in my butt, I start working the head rolling my hips running the
head and ridge through my arsehole like a pro. A strangler squeak brings me
back to the room, I open my eyes for the first time and the torch is
shining right in Jakes face. blonde, 13yo, angelic, smooth, slim but
defined, his bottom lip is trembling, his eyes screwed shut a voice in the
darkness calls, Hey, Jakes lost his cherry!'. Taking no pleasure from
humiliating the boy I sink back down onto his cock and flopping forward I
whisper into his ear `fuck me Jake, fuck me hard, don't worry you won't
hurt me'. Slowly Jake starts moving and quickly gets into a rhythm, It's
not blowing my socks off but for a first time he's pushing all my buttons
and me throwing in a few grunts and moans raises his standing with the
other boys. Until they are all encouraging him to `bang that slut' `Fuck
him good Jake' sitting back I take his hand putting it on my nail and
indicate he should wank me off, I'm pretty close to cumming and within a
few minutes he has me panting and with a series of prayers to the `Oh! God'
of orgasms I grunt my way into a nutting spraying my thin milky spunk onto
his tummy as my boy socket does its orgasmic dance and pulls the virgin
cock lodged in it over the peak. With his feet forced into the floor and
his hands locked like vices on my hips he drives his boyhood as deep as he
can forcing a genuine cry from my lips he coats my guts with his potent
seed. Yes! Yes! YES! He screams. I fall forward onto his chest again and he
whispers `thank you, can we do this again?' `Sure, anytime you want Jake'
He gives me a quick kiss, nothing the other might think `gay' but enough to
seal our bound.
 Whilst we have been providing the centre of attention, other boys have
paired off or in some case threesomes and the room is hotting up.  Stephen,
seeing that me and Jake are done calls out for Dave S, an older boy steps
forward, Stephen makes the introductions, Dave, Ian, Ian, Dave. Taking my
hand Dave leads me back to the mattress, He tells me to lay face down on
the mattress and spread my legs. Dave is clearly an old-fashioned chap and
settles down for a bog standard missionary shag, a bit of a disappointment
really. Then about 5 minutes in almost like someone flipped a switch he's
banging my hole like it's the last fuck in the world, he has one arm locked
round my neck choking me and a hand full of my hair in the other. As he
batters his way to his finish, I feel him cumming, but that is about it,
Dave does nothing for me.

Mark! Calls out Stephen, It's at this point I realise Stephen is some sort
of MC and is working through a list of cocks I'm expected to service, but
now I don't even bother getting up off the mattress. Mark pulls my hips
back and pushes my head down into submissive dog, I don't even see his cock
but it feels OK, and at least unlike Dave he has a bit of technique,
working his head around my hole, changing speed, working deep to increase
his pleasure, I remember thinking this one's fucked something before but
not a boy. He gets himself worked up to his crescendo and deposits the
third load into my guts.

`Barry Mc! Your turn Barry!' OK, I knew this was part of the deal, let's
just get through this and get back to the fun. `Turn over Ian' He had never
called me Ian, alarm bells are ringing in my head, taking my ankles he
folded me in half pinning my ankles with my upper arms, leaving my hole
absolutely exposed and vulnerable to anything he wanted to do.  We were now
way past the need for any more lube the amount of spunk, precum and left
over lube from Jake was working well. Barry lined up that bum buster of his
and without using his hands at all slowly opened me up to allow his fat
cock head entrance. After a quick workout on my ring, he started working
his way in opening up the rest of my gut until he found the bottom where he
spent a few minutes seeking out my limits. Satisfied he had the measure of
my gut he pulled back until the ridge on his bulbous head scraped across my
nut and I juddered in response, he ran over my hut a few more times getting
the expected response each time. Leaning forward Barry looked me in the
face and said `well, let's put on a real show for them shall we?'

For the next 30 or 40 minutes, I saw a side of Barry I never thought
existed, He might be a bully and `rough trade' but fuck me bandy that guy
knew his way round a boy's body, both inside and out, like an
expert. Working my ring until it was twitching, doping down deep to stir
them deep feeling and all the time including my little boy nut. Within
seconds of him starting his show, I was as hard as an obsidian shard and I
stayed that way for the entire show, five minutes in he released my legs
and I held them for him. He wasn't taking anything now, it was on offer
free of charge. Ten minutes in, he broke me sweating and panting I came
like a jet rocket without ever touching myself. Launching my own sticky
white cum into my hair and face. With my first nut done he stepped up the
pressure, his hands were now free to start working my body, nipples, finger
fucking my mouth, running up and down my flanks, touching my cock and
rubbing my balls, stroking my thighs, whilst that man sized cock worked my
boy love tunnel. With years of experience he rode me like a pro 10 or 15
minutes later after an intense five minute nut fuck session I was back at
the panting stage, as I reached for my cock he stopped my hand and shock
his head whilst mouthing the word NO!  Taking hold of my ankles Barry
pinned me to the mattress and rabbit fucked the next orgasm out of my cock
as I pumped my second load out into the cruel harsh world. From the
muttering of our audience, I was lead to understand Barry had promised them
three, so we had one more to go although by now I was tired. Barry however
seemed as fresh as the morning and I had a nasty idea how he intended to
get the third and himself off.  Barry told me to lock my arms round his
neck, and with some help from the crowd, he managed to stand up. With my
arms locked round his neck and my legs trapped between our bodies and my
arsehole impaled on his cock, he backed me up until I felt cold hard wall
at my back. After a few minor adjustments, he leant his full weight onto me
and started fucking up into my hole. All the others crowed round watching
as he punch fucked up into me as my full weight and his pinned me in place,
but whilst it was interesting and new I could see this might get me off but
knowing Barry this wasn't going to do it. After 5 minutes, his legs started
to go as the combined weight started to tell, as we staggered back onto a
bed Barry fell back until he was laying down with me on top. Grabbing my
advantage whilst I could as he recovered from his exhibition. I untangled
my legs, and with his cock still buried in me, I started to ride him. I
rode that cock like a jackhammer never giving him time to recover or
establish a rhythm I pounded up and down that rod till he started to huff
and puff when I changed to working his head and pinched his nipples rolling
both my hips and fingers. Eventually he managed to get enough control to
push me off his cock, grabbed a hand full of hair, and forced his cock into
my mouth, but his seed was already on its way, and letting my mouth loose
on his cockhead was the final straw and he blew his load into my mouth. Now
I'm not going to brag here about how I swallowed his load, because I didn't
he blew my fucking face apart, there was spunk every fucking where, up my
nose, down my windpipe, in my hair even in my ears, coughing and
spluttering I hawked up spunk and nearly puked. Fuck knows how long he had
laid off wanking but that was some backlog of boy juice and now what I
wasn't digesting I was wearing.

As I lay on the mattress in a puddle of warm boy juices, I felt my legs
lifted again and my next customer push his hardened boy toy inside me. By
now I was done but that wasn't the deal, they all get a go, my training
kicks in, the oft repeated words from every uncle, never complain, never
refuse and always honour the deal.

I don't remember the details of the rest of that night, just a stream of
new cocks knocking at the door and being welcomed in. I woke the next
morning covered in a sheet that was stuck to me with dried spunk, I farted
and a stream of warm cum ran out of my baggy hole, I reached round and felt
my arse, Oh! fuck my arse was wrecked, struggling up right my knees and
hips felt like I had run a hundred miles I staggered to the showers across
the corridor and turning the water as hot as I could stand washed the life
back into my abused body.

For weeks afterward boys were coming up to me at cub/scout meeting, at
church meetings and even when we went back to school any saying what a wild
party it had been. I don't even remember it, but like that step that took
me through the door my body knew what it wanted and would perform even when
the rest of me was away visiting the fairies.  I learnt later during play
therapy, that I was there all the time, just after the event for some
reason I was blocking it out, one therapist said it was shame at enjoying
it so much. Another said it was my brain just couldn't handled what a
complete and utter slut I was and it blanked it out, and to prove it he
spent the rest of our sessions fucking my pretty 13yo arse.




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recollections mixed with a little fantasy, I hope you enjoyed reading them
I certainly enjoyed living them.


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