Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2003 18:47:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Guy Smith Subject: My Foster Father My foster father. This is for you, Gene. This is a work of fiction. Don't read this if you're not supposed to. My name is Tyler Wilson, people call me Ty. I never knew what real love was like until I was 16. I had been raised by my father and he showed me love by beating me. I guess he just didn't like me. When I was 15 he beat me so hard that I had to be hospitilzed. I celebratedmy 16th birthday in the hospital. There was no one else to take me in, so I became a ward of the state and was placed in a foster home. My foster father was a single man named Karl Nelsen. He was 30 years old and a carpenter. He had rough, calloused hands, but his heart was kind and gentle. I pushed him away and was rude and mean to him, but he never gave up. When I was close to suicide, he talked me out of it. That was then that I first knew what real love was. When Karl hugged me tight, it was the first time that I had physical love from a man. I wondered why Karl wasn't married. At school I found out why, Karl was gay. My friends asked me if Karl had tried to rape me, and I assured them that he wouldn't do that. Later, Karl admitted that he was gay. I loved Karl and wanted to let him know how I felt. One evening, I snuck into Karl's room while he was fast asleep. Karl worked hard and slept like a log. Hardly anything woke him up. I pulled back his covers and looked his cock. It was six inches long and standing straight up. I touched it and he didn't wake up. I started stroking it, jacking him off like I jack myself off. I knew just the right places to squeeze and I could feel him responding. I increased the speed and he moaned in his sleep as he came. His warm seed covered my hand and I saw him smile. He started to stir and I quickly left. I jumped into my bed. I heard Karl open my door moments later. I didn't respond when he asked me if I was awake. Neither one of us said anything the next morning, and I wasn't sure if he thought that it had been a dream or not. That night I decided to do it again. However, as I started stroking him that night he woke up. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked. I explained that I wanted to thank him for being kind to me. Karl told me that sex wasn't the way to thank him. He didn't want that from me. I was devastated at his rejection and ran from the room crying. He was shortly behind me. He told me that he did love me, but sex between us wasn't right. I said that he couldn't love me if he didn't want to share that with me. I said that he didn't find me attractive. Karl turned me around and forced me to look him in the face. "I do find you attractive," he said "That's why this is so horrible. It's just not right." "You do find me attractive," I asked "Yes," he said "I want to touch you all over. I want to love you in every sense of the word. But it isn't right." "It is right," I said "I want you to love me like you love other men. I want to share that with you. I swear that I will never tell anyone." Before he could respond, I leaned forward and kissed him. He tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let him. I felt his body relax as his tongue entered my mouth. He pressed his body against me. He was taller than me and I felt his cock harden and find it's way through his bathrobe. I was still naked and my cock hardened under his. My cock pressed against his balls as his prick pressed against my stomach. My hands went through his bathrobe and pulled it off. We stood there naked, our bodies pressed against each other. Karl kissed my neck, my ears, my throat. He traveled to my chest and sucked on my nipples. He then went to his knees, took my cock in his hand and began to kiss it. Karl's tongue covered my prick and then he took me down his throat. Karl started sucking me, taking all of my cock into his mouth. One hand grabbed the base of my cock while the other played with my nuts. His tongue swirled against my cock in his mouth and I felt myself getting ready to explode. "I'm gonna cum," I told Karl, expecting him to pull me out of his mouth, but he continued sucking. He sucked me hard and I shot my load of cum down his throat. He continued to suck, taking every last drop of jizz until my cock was flaccid. He stood and we kissed, I tasted my own cum. Without a word, Karl turned me around and bent me over. We both wanted the same thing. We were both hungry for the love and I felt his cock press against my virgin ass hole. "Relax, Ty," he said. He pressed into me and with a plop, his cock was in my ass. He began slowly feeding his cock into my ass until he was totally into me. The pain slowly subsided and I gave into the feelings. Karl slid in and out of me, increasing his speed and tempo with each movement. He was soon fucking me harder and harder, his nuts slamming against my cheeks. "Oooh, yeah," I moaned "It feels so good. I love you, Karl." "I love you, Ty," he said "Your virgin ass feels so good." He started fucking me harder and harder. "Yeah!" Karl shouted as he slammed into me one last time. I felt his cock shooting load after load as his juice coated my insides. He pressed against me until his cock was soft and flaccid and plopped out. We lay down on my bed and snuggled warmly. I fell asleep in Karl's arms. Karl and I were together for only another six months. I made the mistake of telling a friend that Karl and I were having sex. He told his parents, his parents told the authorities. I was taken away from Karl and he was arrested. I was prepared to testify that it had been consensual, but Karl didn't want to put me through that. He plead guilty and was sent to prison. I never saw Karl again. For many years I fought my homosexuality, even marrying and having kids. I eventually admitted the truth and now live as the gay man that I am. I wish that I could see Karl again, just to thank him for all that he did. And to tell him that I never did find a love as true as his. Tell me what you think. Guyluvver2003_2@yahoo.com