Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2009 21:56:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: adult/youth Home for Teenagers, part 6

	Morning came late.
	But no one was in a rush.
	From my bed, I saw Randall emerge from the room across the hall,
followed directly my Miles who appeared to have a finger up Randall's
ass. Shortly, I heard the shower running.
	Thomas was not visible, but I felt his lips around my cock. Trevor
was still slumbering; a stream of drool trailed down his cheek as he lay on
his back.
	I could hear from the first floor teens started to stir. As the
morning progressed, I heard more and started to smell breakfast
cooking. Oscar and Marcus were probably in the kitchen preparing the
massive meal for the overnight guests.
	Still naked, Randall appeared in the room and started gathering his
clothes as I heard Miles pad down the wooden stairs.
	"We'll talk," I mouthed to Randall, not wanting to wake Trevor from
his slumber.
	As he stepped out of the room, Thomas slipped out from under the
covers.
	"I smell breakfast," he said.
	"Go eat, bud."
	He headed out naked. His clothes were downstairs anyway.
	I rolled on my side to face Trevor's back, and snuggled up to it,
my hard, wet cock sliding between is lightly hairy ass cheeks.
	I knew he was a top, but I didn't plan to penetrate. Okay, I wanted
to, but there's no point in pissing him off when there were probably at
least six guys downstairs that would willingly post themselves on my dick.
	I humped Trevor awake, playing with his nipples.
	"Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Kerry?" he giggled, rolling back
into me.
	"Na, I'm just trying to get into your ass. I can't find your
pants," I joked back.
	"I'm not that kind of boy," he said, his head turning back.
	"So I was told." I locked lips with him, my cock leaving his ass
crack because he was taller than I.
	With lips together, he twisted around until we were cock to dick,
pawing at each other, clawing backs, grabbing ass, tweaking nipples and
rubbing crotches.
	I broke the lip lock.
	"Time for breakfast." I winked.
	I slipped off the bed, grabbed a robe and Trevor followed naked. We
walked through the living room and he paused to look for his under-shorts,
or maybe his jock strap. I had no idea what he'd worn to the party. As I
walked into the dining area while he looked, the table was surrounded by
naked and near-naked teens, gobbling down breakfast: pancakes, sausage,
bacon, potatoes, toast...had they invaded a restaurant?
	I walked through, most waving to me or saying a greeting. Most
looked like they'd showered already. I strode into the kitchen.
	"Just grab a plate; food's on the table," Oscar ordered.
	"Morning, Oscar."
	"Sorry, Wilson. It's a good thing Marcus' parents dropped off those
eggs and meat Wednesday," Oscar apologized. "These guys are voracious."
	Oscar was fully dressed. Good thing, too, there was a lot of grease
splattering.
	Trevor stepped into the kitchen.
	"Food's gone," he chirped, grabbing my ass.
	"Tell me you two are the only ones left to feed," Oscar groaned.
	"I haven't seen Joe. And is Miles down here?"
	"Miles had to leave. Couple of the other guys are heading out,
too," Marcus said, stepping in behind Trevor. "I think everyone's
dressing."
	"It is almost 1," I said, looking in the pantry for cereal or
English muffins or ...
	"Pizza!" shouted Trevor from the refrigerator.
	Last night's treat came out and became breakfast. We ate in the
kitchen, Gavin and Robert Castleman joining us. I recognized Robert as the
boy Gavin had been in the corner with last night. They sat together.
	"Everyone have a good time last night?" I asked, prodding the
obvious.
	"Marcus, you have one tight ass," Trevor started, biting into his
pizza. "That's a show you could take on the road."
	We chuckled. I was sure that ass made a road trip every time the
team had an away game.

	A few hours later, the house was near-empty. Joe was spending the
Saturday afternoon studying in his room, and probably beefing up his
portfolio. Oscar was practicing with his band for a gig that night. Marcus
was either with him or team mates.
	I watch Randall and the boys from last night. The boys had a lot of
fun, doing Randall doggie style with a collar and leash. I keep way too
much fun under the mattress.
	I was finishing sorting e-mail and digital files when I heard the
front door open.
	"Wilson, are you here?"
	The voice belonged to Rachel Carter.
	"In my office!" I shouted. She appeared in the door.
	"I left a casserole dish last night," she pouted.
	"I think it's in the dishwasher. I was wondering who that belonged
to," I said, standing. "Did you leave a platter, too? Someone left an oval
platter with a Georgia O'Keefe print on it."
	She laughed all the way to the kitchen with me.
	"Little repulsive?"
	"More lesbian," I replied. "I think it was loaded with tacos."
	"That's horrible," she cried, hitting my shoulder. Then she saw it
in the dishwasher as she reached for her dish.
	She stared.
 	"Told you."
	"Why didn't they just load it with fish?" she joked.
	"Okay, that is repulsive. Especially if it's sushi."
	We laughed. "You're awful."
	There was an awkward silence.
	"Was there anything else, Rachel?"
	"Well...did my son spend the night?" she finally asked.
	"Rupert? I don't think so," I answered, starting to run an exact
list through my head. "No. He wasn't here. You could call Marcus and ask
when he left. There a problem?"
	"He hasn't come home yet."
	That lingered for a while.
	"The house was packed last night. Have you checked with other
parents?"
	"A few. I was thinking he might have spent the night. I was
actually hoping."
	I looked at her.
	"Oh! Not that way," she said.
	While most parents knew I was gay, as were my wards, they didn't
know about the boys' "sleepovers." I had confided in Rachel, however.
	"Rupert doesn't always think before he acts. We give him condoms,
but I worry that he doesn't use them."
	"So you're afraid he's gotten some girl pregnant?"
	"Yes. Any time he's out late, I worry."
	"Well, hopefully, he found a girl that's a bit more thoughtful than
he is."
	"Thanks, Wilson," she said, heading toward the door. "Let me know
who that platter belongs to!"

	A few weeks later, March Madness was winding down, kind of. The
final game, the championship, was a few days away. Our town was too small
to even think of hosting, so the team was gearing up for the final game, a
2-hour trip away.
 	This wasn't a typical year. In a typical year, all of the last
games would have been done at once, but a storm came through right before
the last game and took out the hosting school's power. The final game was
delayed.
	At the house, things had changed a little. Gavin was no longer a
prospect; he'd moved in with the Castleman boy and his parents. Paul was
spending more time at the house, and I was having fewer parties in the
basement as the Madness parties increased.
	Joe was loosening up a bit. Oscar and Marcus were at least wearing
robes, finding they easier to get out of than underwear; Joe had started
wearing robes, too, instead of t-shirts and jeans.
	Joe would join me, or me and Paul, on Tuesday nights.
	End of March, and all was well as the team was headed to a probable
win.
	The weather was still cold as the doorbell rang Thursday night.
	I checked the clock. 9:30 p.m. Well, not too late. I put on my robe
and headed downstairs, having left my television on mute. I heard no sounds
from either bedroom, as I descended the stairs. I opened the door, and
there stood Trevor McKaskill, my bed warmer from a party or two ago.
	He stepped in, uninvited, and closed the door.
	"Thanks," he said.
	"Trevor, is there a problem?"
	"Na, I'm just lonely," he said keeping his coat pulled tight around
him.
	Trevor was physically my type. Tall, hairy, muscled, handsome,
although a bit young looking. Where as Joe was big, burly and brawny,
Trevor was in good shape, lean muscle, but not too skinny.
	The hall/stairwell light was the only light on downstairs. The
living room was dark.
	"You came to see the boys? They're upstairs," I said, indicating he
knew the way. "Although it's near their bedtime."
	He shuffled his feet. I recognized that shuffle. I looked up into
his eyes.
	"I'm betting you remember the way to my bedroom?"
	He leaned down to my left year. "Yes, sir!" he excitedly
whispered. And up the stairs he went, but aware not to make too much
sound. He obviously didn't mind visiting, but didn't want the boys to know
he was here.
	I followed him up. He'd already closed the door opposite Oscar and
Marcus' room, and I entered and closed the door opposite Joe's room.
	"Dare I ask how you wanted to deal with your loneliness?"
	"I'm not horny, exactly," he said, still with his coat on, the feet
shuffling.
	"May I take your coat?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, realizing what
he was trying to do.
	It'd been years since someone had tried to seduce me. Trevor was in
a trench coat and shoes, but I now saw no socks, and he was still clutching
that coat snuggly.
	"Yeah, Wilson." His voice was an awkward, but sincere growl. I held
back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him. He didn't need to seduce me. If
he'd said "let's fuck" at the door, we'd already be in bed.
	As I expected, he was naked under that trench coat. I didn't
actually take it and it fell in a heap on the floor. He was semi-hard. He
stepped out of his slip-ons.
	I stepped over the coat and pushed him toward the bed, then on it,
leaping on him and licking his face. I let the robe I was wearing become a
blanket. I wondered how long he'd stood outside before finding the courage
to ring the bell.
	He shivered under me.
	"Okay," I began, crawling off him and standing up. "Under the
covers, stud."
	"Thanks, Wilson. That was a cold stunt."
	I turned the mute off so the sounds of "Futurama" could cover
noises.
	"Where did you park?"
	"Street."
	The street was a block from the house. No wonder he was cold.
	I crawled in beside him and ran my fingers through his hair.
	"I really am lonely," he said.
	"Why? I'm sure a good looking teenager like you doesn't have to be
lonely."
	"Fake friends. Not all of them. The sincere ones seem to have
someone already, and I just can't seem to find that one for me. I think I'm
more mature than my age."
	Wow, a teenager who can make "I like older" not sound like an
insult.
	He had an arm under my neck, and pulled me in for a kiss. He was
still trying to seduce me.
	"I bet I'm not the first dad you've gotten into bed," I tried to by
coy, but I was tired.
	"We're already been in bed, bud. Like I said, I'm lonely and kind
of horny. But I'm more tired." He pulled my head onto his chest. The poor,
handsome boy was lonely. I put an arm under his back and held him. He
pulled closer.
	The electronic brought on "The Daily Show"; Trevor fell asleep
during that. An hour later, I followed him into slumber land as snow began
to fall. The electronics took everything off, and snowflake shadows danced
on a moonbeam across Trevor's chest and my face.
	Eleven o'clock, and all's well.
	I woke up to Trevor chowing down on breakfast, my dick. He was
sucking away, gently but hungrily. He was deep-throating me, lightly biting
the base of my bat every time he reached the root.
	I reached down and ran my fingers through his dark hair, then
rubbing down the side of his head and started tracings a single finger in
and around his ear.
	I felt drool running down my balls and my thighs. The boy was
really salivating. I loved the sensation. Trevor kept up the oral pleasure,
caressing my balls in his hands. Within a few minutes, I fed the young stud
the breakfast for which he'd worked so hard.
	Trevor slurped up every drop, swallowing everything down his
throat.
	"Thanks, Wilson," he cooed from between my thighs, resting his head
in my crotch, my softening dick still protruding from his lips.
	We lay for a while.
	"Trevor, bring that ass up here," I commanded.
	He looked up at me.
	"Wilson, I'm a top, dude," he said.
	"I'm not going to fuck you. I want to, but there's plenty of things
you can do with a man's ass besides fucking it," I said, reaching for a
nipple.
	"Okay," he said with hesitancy in his voice, but started moving his
bottom in my direction.
	Trevor wasn't excessively hairy. He had hairy pits, hairy chest and
trimmed pubes. The hair grew on and around his balls, then the hair covered
his perineum, forking away from the hole and turning into a light dusting
that disappeared before being visible in a locker room shower, although
Trevor wasn't a basketball player. He did play baseball.
	His nuts rested on my chin. I leaned forward slightly and licked
the virgin territory. He bucked.
	"Fuck, was that your tongue?" His voice was surprised and excited.
	"Yeah. Surely you've had your ass eaten, Trevor," I baited the
hook, diving back in his edible entrance.
	"No..." He groaned as I licked around the edges. "Nothings been
back there but toilet paper."
	I reached around for his stiff handhold and grabbed it, using it to
hold him in place. Trevor couldn't decide if he should pull off my tongue
or push onto it more. He bucked back and forth, screaming in new-found
joy. I knew that would wake up the house if they weren't awake already.
	Still holding Trevor's sizeable appendage with my left hand, I used
the fingers of my right hand to lightly stroke the sphincter muscles as my
tongue worked open the he-man hole. I formed a "V" with my fingers,
tonguing his ass as I rubbed the tender muscles.
	"Oh, fuck! Wilson!" he cried out. "Damn, that's hot and nasty!"
	At this point, he was humping his haunches forcefully into my face,
trying to get that tongue inside.
	I let go of his pecker, and shoved him forward. He landed dick to
dick, his wanting hole reflexively winking at me.
	"Don't stop, Wilson. That was awesome," he panted, sticking his ass
in the air as he got to his knees. "Eat me."
	"Tongue's tired, Trevor. But hold right there," I said, watching
him look over his shoulder. I stuck my middle right finger deep in my
throat, pulling it out, a long strand of saliva forming a drooling bridge
from lips to digit. I twirled my finger, roping the spit around my fuck
finger.
	I gently placed the slippery digit at his pucker, and started
massaging.
	"It's not as good as a tongue, but I don't think you'll complain,"
I breathed.
	Trevor was already moaning, and pushing his ass back. I was careful
not to let him impale his virginal hole on my finger. I let him back up as
I sat up straight, until his ass had my chest pinned against the
headboard. This position allowed me to refill the finger with natural lube,
my head directly above his hole, spitting and drooling onto his muscled boy
hole.
	His ass flexed to the finger massage, opening and closing like the
mouth of an octopus, trying to grab the loving digit.
	"Wilson, that's driving me nuts!" he shouted.
	 "I can hear you, Trevor," I cautioned, knowing what I was doing to
him, but not wanting the whole town to hear. "I told you two tops can have
fun."
	In out position, he tried to reach his face down to my cock, but it
was out of reach. He leaned on the bed, his chest resting on the sheets so
his hands could play with his nipples. I felt precum from his cock oozing
on to mine.
	I started a wide circle on his buns, then started to spiral in
toward my target. Trevor was whimpering "fuck" over and over. I really
wanted this boy, on the edge of manhood, needing to be shown the way. His
perfect ass shoved into my face begged to be fucked, and he kept pleading
for it over and over, pushing his butt back into my finger.
	I popped my middle finger into his willing, gaping hole, but just
to the first knuckle, barely concealing the fingernail.
	He froze, and I swore silently. I'd moved to fast...
	He backed his ass further onto my finger, to the second knuckle. He
looked over his right shoulder, and smiled.
	"Feel good?" I asked, carefully.
	"Yeah, man, " he sighed. I tried to push back, but my chest stopped
him. I pushed the finger in up the webbing and held it.
	I gave it a few seconds, that time men need to adjust to a new
sensation.
	Then I targeted his prostate, fully ready for what usually
happened. Trevor was true to form, jumping forward, crying out in joy, and
humping his cock in my hand.
	His head twisted from side to side, howling like a wild dog,
begging for more and release, unable to process exactly what he was
feeling. I was relentless. I prodded and massaged, jabbing and rubbing,
finger fucking that ass while stimulating his prostate.
	Given a steady rhythm, men can adjust and start enjoying it, but I
do a different technique, random, so when I do give them the relief of a
steady movement, they appreciate it, but at the same time, crave the
randomness of the unexpected.
	I slid a second finger into the mix; Trevor screamed out from the
unplanned double penetration. That's when I started a steady fingering,
pushing both digits together, pulling the ass muscles out, then in, hitting
the prostate on each insertion. Trevor matched the rhythm, pushing his
pucker back with each finger-push inside.
	A steady river of precum escaped his pecker, slicking up my stiff
rod, twitching for his boy hole.
	"You have a nice ass, Trevor," I whispered, but loud enough for me
to hear him over his own moans.
	"Fuck me, Wilson," he said through gritted teeth. "Take my ass."
	"Are you sure, Trevor? You want to me take your cherry? Make you a
man?" I asked the questions, egging him on, completing the seduction of
this teenage boy.
	"Yes. Fuck me hard, Wilson! Please!" he begged.
	"You sure, boy? I don't randomly fuck boys. If I take your ass, it
belongs to me, understand, boy?" I asked, commanding his attention, and
closing the deal.
	"Yes, Wilson. Take my ass! Own it!"
	In a flash, I was standing over him, my cock lined up with his
hole. Trevor had provided his own lube.
	I plunged my dick to the root. Trevor snapped up, his back smacking
my chest. I wrapped my right arm around his chest, holding him in place and
started a methodical fuck, knowing my dick was hitting his prostate each
time. He tried to lean forward to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but I
would not let him go. I continued my thrust between moans and begging, not
faltering to pleasure myself and make Trevor the man I knew he could be.
	I shoved the fingers from his ass down his throat, giving him
something for his oral cravings as his ass cuddled my cock, now working
with me.
	He bit down on my fingers and I knew what was next as his ass
muscles followed suit with his mouth, tightening around my cock.
	His body heaved, and over his shoulder, a white jet of jism
exploded from his pecker, soiling my sheets. Another shot forth, but this
one was more straight up as he press back against me, changing the angle of
his dick. The third wave of sperm hit his chin and streamed down his torso,
mingling with his chest hair and creating rivulets on his smooth stomach as
more ropes of cum covered him.
	He finally stopped. As he pressed back, I'd lay back further, so by
the time his ejaculation ceased, I lay flat on my back with Trevor atop me,
the tip of my hard dick resting in his boy pussy, now made a man pussy.
	I lay there, letting him rest, getting his breath. While he was
sated, I still had a hard dick that needed attention. I rolled him to the
left, stopping him on his side. I rose up, lifting his right leg, and
pulling it forward. I looked down on the worked hole, and dove back in with
my cock.
	I hooked his right leg over my right shoulder, my left hand
grabbing his hair and pulling his head back so our eyes locked. I rutted
away at his worn hole, finalizing his move into manhood as I creamed his
insides, his eyes wide.
	I pulled out, cum dribbling from his hole, and coated his cock with
my seed. I moved forward.
	"Open," I commanded, our eyes still with each other.
	He willing opened his mouth and took my softening dick inside his
warm orifice. As he suckled at my man-teat, I glanced over my left shoulder
to spy a stiff dick in Trevor's loins.
	Once my cock was cleaned, I pulled it out and stood beside the bed.
	"I think we should shower," I said, helping him off the bed. "Then
we can talk over breakfast."


To be continued


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