Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2013 22:29:44 -0500 (EST) From: Alderbaran Star Subject: Gay Male 'Raising My Boy #1' {Alderbaran Star} (Mb inc) [1!10] Disclaimer: This story is totally fiction. All characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is gay erotica so if that offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material, you have been warned. If you like this story, you can contact me at alderbaranstar@aol.com RAISING MY BOY -------------- by Alderbaran Star I lived on my own for several years. I had different jobs, and I started writing since I was a kid, but I became published a couple of years ago. I was able to sell one of my serial novels for a lot of money, so I stopped looking for a career. I got a modest apartment near Quail Lake. I realized I was gay when I was in college. I was raised in a pretty conservtive home, so it was difficult to come out. Anyway, when I did come out I went through the rest of life enjoying my sexuality even though I reall didn't enjoy all of my lovers. In my early thirties, I worked for a company that helped at-risk youth. I had been new to social services, but I grew to love those boys, even on the bad days. Some of them never went back home. A few were adopted, but they all had sad stories. After starting a self-induced retirement, I enjoyed living under my own rules. However, I always thought about helping an at-risk youth, saving them from a life in the system. I decided to adopt. I worked with the local social services department in my state. It was difficult with all the paperwork, but I kept persistent. That's how I met Brutus. His mother was a meth addict, and his dad left him when he was three. At age eleven, he had already gone to jail for breaking into a car. He would be a repeat offender if he stayed in jail too long. I brought him home, and showed him around the two bedroom apartment. I redid my study so he had his own room. I took his three trash bags of belongings into his new room. He was quiet at first. The caseworker just lumped the trash bags in my car, and I wasn't sure if his clothes were clean. I helped him unpack, and he sat on the bed watching. I pulled shirts and pants out of one bag. There were mismatched socks, and a couple of belts. There was a set of scrubs from one of the residential treatment facilities he attended. Finally, I found his one set of pajama bottoms, Spongebob Squarepants. They looked a little small for him. "What do you want for dinner, Brutus?" "I don't know." "Why don't we order a pizza?" "Okay." We sat in the living room, eating and watching something he wanted on cable. I sat on one end of the couch, while he sat on the other. I was just babysitting the first night. I wanted to talk to him, but he was very shy. It would take a lot to get him to open up. After dinner, I asked if he wanted to take a shower in order to feel more relaxed. He shrugged his shoulders. I knew that kids at treatment facilities were used to a routine. Dinner, television, shower, then bed. I just went through the motions. He walked behind me as I led him to the guest bathroom. I had my own bathroom, so I had decorated his with all kinds of boy stuff. He examined everything. "Is all this mine?" Brutus asked as he looked at the toothbrush holder, the soap dispenser and dumb bathroom stuff. "Sure it is. I want you to have some good things." "Thanks..." He was used to being in jail. He stripped down slowly as I ran back into his bedroom to grab some of his underwear and pajama bottoms. I had put all his stuff away in his new dresser and closet. His room was clean and organized. I got back in the bathroom and saw him standing there with nothing on, covering his penis with his hands. "Don't you want to turn the water on?" He stared at me like a deer in the headlights. "Here, let me help you." I turned on the shower and checked for the temperature. When I sat back on the toilet, he stepped into the tub. I got up. "Okay, well, the towels are over the washer. Let me know if you need anyting." "Can you stay in here...?" Brutus said in the meekest voice. I asked with sad eyes, "Are you still getting used to being here?" "Yeah..." He ran the water over him with the shower curtain half open. I started getting hard. He was a beautiful, young boy. He used soap and quietly showered. "Don't forget your under carriage," I smirked. "What's that?" "That's the area under your balls to your butthole." I was sure that a kid with his background wasn't going to be squimish about language. "Oh..." He washed himself pretty good. He got a boner as he washed his penis and balls. "Sorry..." he said as he looked up from his crotch. "Don't worry about it. It's perfectly natural to get a boner when you clean yourself. I'm just glad you're clean. I can't be dirty, and you shouldn't be dirty or else you can get sick." "Ok..." "Shower once a night, and you can get a girlfriend in no time." He giggled. "Wash your hair, bud, and you can get out." I watched him rinse out the shampoo and his butt was perfectly round. I wanted to help rinse him off, but I kept my perversions to myself. "When you're done, you can watch some more television with me." "Cool!" He did relax after his shower. He got out, and I helped him dry off. I dried his penis and balls. He got hard again and we giggled at the innocent moment. Then, I happily helped him into his underwear, and he gladly stepped into them. I put his pajama bottoms on and we left the muggy bathroom to go back to the living room. He sat on the couch and we watched Family Guy on television. He laughed at the right parts, and I admired him for his smart sense of humor. I sat on one end while he curled up on the other end of the sofa with his feet facing me. He had large feet for his age, perfectly shaped with adorbale toes. After a couple of episodes, I told him that I wanted to watch a different comedy show, so I changed the channel. I poured myself a scotch in the kitchen and finally lit cigarette. He watched me walk around still in my day clothes. I sat back down, and he slid over to me as he grew more tired. I let him lay next to me as I self-medicated with cigarettes and alcohol. Brutus put his arm over my chest, and I smiled to myself. After the first episode was over, he moved his head to my chest. He fell asleep after a half hour. I cuddled his bare shoulder and enjoyed the smell of his skin and hair. Finally, I was finished with the television, and I was pretty sleepy. I picked Brutus up and carried him to his bed. I watched him settle in his new sheets and blanket. That's the one thing that made me laugh about the hardcore gang members and outright defiant kids at the treatment facility. At some point, they had to go to sleep, and they lost all their power. They all looked like angels. I went to my bed and stripped down. I had to masturbate that night. I slept okay. I got up in the morning in order to get Brutus registered for school. We had breakfast, and I took him to the elementary school to get some new, healthy friends. That evening, we had dinner. I cooked something fun. He ate like he hadn't eaten in months. I tried to talk about his first day at school, but he just kept saying, "Fine." I sat back and smoked a cigarette while he ran to the couch to watch television. I cleaned up the dishes and kitchen. "Hey, it's time for your shower, bud." "Are you going to come in with me again?" "Only if you want me to." "Yes, please." I sat with him, and he rinsed off first. Then,he blurted out, "Are you really gay?" "Umm... yes." I don't lie to kids. It really doesn't help in the long run. "My case worker said not to worry because you're gay. You've worked with children before." "I have. It was a great job." He washed himself with soap. Then, he came out with, "Do you like being gay? I mean do you really suck other guy's dicks?" I laughed at the question, "Yes, I do." "What about in your butt?" "I have had sex with another man, if that's what you're asking." "Doesn't it hurt?" "At first, but you get used to it." "Do you like it?" "Yup." "Wow..." Then, the sex conversation was over. I was taken aback. It felt weird. He let me dry him off again. I put his pajamas on again, and I led him back into the living room to watch television. He immediately got on top of my chest to watch with me. He turned over to lie on his back. He spread his legs over mine, and I put my arm over his bare stomach. He didn't object so I rested with him. He fell asleep again. I was glad he felt good about living with me. I took him to bed, and I masturbated again. I thought to myself that I could get used to the routine. We spent a week more with that routine. We hadn't talked about too much, but I did help him with his homework, and talk about what he liked to do in his free time. He liked video games, so I planned to get him an XBOX. After two weeks of living in my house, he loved playing the XBOX. He got more comfortable in my apartment. Brutus was a little boy, so he stopped wearing socks and shoes at home. Sometimes, he would get into his pajama bottoms after school right away. His mannerisms were so adorable, and I started falling in love with him. He would hug me at random times. One day, he melted my heart by yelling out. "Daddy! Can I get the new Black Ops game?" "Do you think you can handle the violence in that game?" I asked when I entered his room. He was on his elbows and knees playing. "I can handle it." He said with a smile as he turned around briefly. His butt was stretching his pajama bottoms in the right way. I almost had to go to my bathoom to jerk off. That night, it was time for Brutus' shower again. He pulled me by the hand into his bathroom. I sat on the toilet expecting another talk about something slightly inappropriate, but he asked me something new. "Can you take a shower with me?" "Well, I normally take my shower after you go to school." In that eleven year-old voice and with his eleven year-old brain, he asked, "You've seen my penis, and I want to see yours." "Your case worker might not understand the natural part of being naked, especially with a boy and man together." "I don't care." I got a little serious, "If I get caught, I go to jail, young man." "I won't tell anyone." He grabbed at my shirt. "Come on, please....!" "Okay. Okay. We'll shower together. Just don't tell anyone." He jumped into the tub as I stripped down. After getting my shirt and socks off, I pulled down my jeans revealing the fact that I don't wear underwear. "You don't wear underwear?" "I don't have to." "Well, I'm not going to either." I rolled my eyes. Then, I stepped into the tub and he stared at my crotch. "Wow, your penis is big." To be fair, I am okay in size. I can get seven and half inches hard, but I'm thicker than most of the men I slept with in the past. Brutus grabbed at my dick and toyed with it. I stood there and watched. "Are you curious?" "Yeah..." I couldn't believe I was getting molested by an eleven year-old. "Does that feel good, Daddy?" I had to admit, "Yes." My boy kept going until I was fully erect. "You're dick is really big." "You'll get big, too, when you get older." "Really?" "Yup." I let him get his jollies until I let my lust take over. "Can I play with yours?" "Yes..." I knelt down and ran my hand over his hard pee-pee. He watched as I gently masturbated him for the first time. As the water covered us, he whispered, "That feels good, Daddy." "Good..." I caressed his balls and gently gave him manual pleasure, soaking in the sexual energy. I couldn't stop myself as I was hypnotized by his cock. "Anytime you need me to masturbate you, I will." "Okay..." I stroked his shaft and played with his dickhead as he moaned. "Do you know what feels better than this?" I asked as he held my shoulders. "What?" I sucked him immediately. I sucked him like it was the last dick I was ever going to get to suck. I sucked and moaned as I held his bare buttocks. My Brutus moaned out loud and I was getting more turned on. He cried out, "I'm going to pee!" I just kept sucking. Even if he did pee, I would have drank it. He was such a beautiful boy, such a good, little boy. Convulsing under the shower, he wriggled and writhed with an intense orgasm. His dick throbbed in my mouth as I was able to give him first real blowjob. He breathed hard and yelped out. I pulled back, and he stood there with his hard dick still bouncing. "That felt so good, Daddy." "That's called a blowjob." I stood up and grabbed the soap to actually take a shower. "Anytime you need a blowjob, just pull out your dick and I'll do it." "Okay..." I washed his back. He was coming down from his high, and I washed his hair. He let me fondle him some more. "I wanna suck your dick, Daddy." "Are you sure. It's takes a lot of courage to take a penis in your mouth." "I don't care. I want to taste it." "Okay, well, let's get out of the shower, and we can play in the living room." "Cool!" I washed him and rinsed him. He watched me wash off. We turned off the chilling water, having all the hot water gone. We toweled ourselves off, and he kept grinning at me. I left his pajama bottoms on the bathroom sink. Then, he ran into the living room with some of his hair still wet. On the carpet, I giggled a little as I laid down with my legs spread. He couldn't have been more excited. I let him play around with my dick and get familiar with it. I let him get comfortable with the idea of sucking me off. Then, after jerking me a little to get me hard again, he put my dick head in my mouth. He tried to suck me like I sucked him. "Like that, Daddy?" he asked as he came up, holding my dick. "My dick's a little bigger, so suck it like a lollipop. Up and down." He tried it. "Watch your teeth, honey." I let him enjoy himself. He tried different ways to suck me, and I could tell that he was trying to make me shudder. He got tired and sat back. "You haven't cried out, yet." He had that face like he was upset at himself for not doing a good job. "I want you to feel good, too." "You were great, honey. It's just that I hold it as long as I can." I ran my hand over his butt cheeks. I was losing all my boundaries real fast. "Do you want to watch me jack off?" "Yeah!" "Go get my Vaseline from my bedroom night table." Brutus ran off like a little puppy. He came back and knelt back down next to me. I stroked my cock in front of my adopted son. He watched as if it were the best T.V. show he'd ever watched. I figured that he was learning how to jack himself off. His gorgeous dick looked so pretty. I stared at his dick and balls. "You are such a beautiful boy." He ran his hand over my shaved head. We were bonding. "I need to suck your cock again while I get ready to cum." Brutus just scooted over and his dickhead hit my lips ever so well. I sucked him as I jacked my dick. When I moaned he got really into it. "Yeah... Daddy." I sucked his balls gently in order for him to get used to my mouth on his genitals. We were going to be doing this a lot, I thought. He moaned as I got him closer to his second orgasm. Then, I stopped. I looked up at him like I was a torture victim. "Can I kiss your butt?" "Sure!" Brutus was ready for whatever I was going to give him. "Squat over my face." I jerked more as he put his smooth, delicious ass in my face. I didn't want to freak him out too early so I kissed his butt cheeks like they were his facial cheeks. As I was getting closer to spraying my load, I licked his ass. "You have such a gorgeous ass. Thank you for letting me play with it." Brutus just moaned. I invited my tongued to lick his soft asshole. He whined as I licked up and down where he popped every day. There was just a little bit of stink from his pussy that I was almost shooting out right there. But, I kept it together, and I pushed my tongue into his ass without thinking twice about it. "Daddy, that feels good..." I moaned into his ass crack as I lost myself in his stinkhole. I wanted to just eat his asshole all night. I Frenched his asshole like it was his mouth, and I whimpered as my cum cam flowing out. "Yeah, Daddy... Good Daddy..." "I shivered as I finished my orgasm." "Is that your sperm?" he asked as he kept his magnificent ass in my face. "Yup." My Brutus climbed off me and played with my sperm. I ran my hand over his chest and rubbed on his cock and balls while he played with my sperm. "You'll make sperm, too, soon." "I can't wait." I went into the kitchen to wipe my hand and dick down with some paper towels. He sat and waited for me to come back. I laid back down to hold his naked young body. "You know, this is a safe house. You're a growing boy, and you will get horny." "Yeah, I know." "No, but you can masturbate any time you want in this house. If you feel the urge, just jerk off, whereever you are in the apartment. I don't want you to get caught jacking off in public. You wait til you come home." "Ok, Daddy." We lay there and watch television in our nudity-- natural. He laid on my chest with his legs spread over my crotch. I gently stroked his dick without permission as we watched our regular shows. He fell asleep as I enjoyed pleasuring his limp, but perfect cock. I placed his naked body in his bed, and I went to my bed and slept deep. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Brutus stood next to my bed still beautiful in his smooth, slim frame. "Daddy..." he said as he shook me. "What is it, puppy?" "I had a bad dream..." "Come sleep with me." He climbed into the bed, and I held his fraile frame. I held his soft ass in my hand, pressing his hardening penis to my torso, and he felt safe.