Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2018 12:09:55 -0600 From: Proxy Story Subject: Boys to Men - Chapter 4 Boys to Men - Chapter 4 By: Proxy Story Gay/Adult/Youth M/b This story is fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youths if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. Nifty is a wonderful resource and needs to be funded to continue. If you enjoyed the story, or any other stories, please donate to nifty so that we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -Head Games- M/b, Oral, Rim, Anal Chris-16 Issac - 14 Roger - 10 Anthony - 9 Steven - 12 Four weeks went by pretty much the same. The boys and I were getting closer. We variously "helped" each other out either individually or a couple of times as a group. All the boys were good students in school. Ritta told me that she instilled in them that education was their ticket to higher things and the best way for them to get over the fact that their support system was limited. When I got home Tuesday night Ritta called me into the kitchen with her and I began helping to fix dinner. She informed me that things were about to change slightly. "I met with Steven's probation officer today and he thinks he will be ready to come home by this weekend, but I want you to come with me to the meeting tomorrow so you can be introduced to both of them. I think you can show both of them that you can be a good role model and a second line of enforcement." I thought about it for a minute and then advised her I would have to call my assistant manager in to cover for me but I also agreed it would be a good idea. A few minutes later she coughed and the said, "There is another issue you should be aware of. Chris's mother is getting out of prison and she has made it known she intends to get custody of him back. I don't think there is much chance of that happening, certainly not before he turns 18 and by then I hope he is in college somewhere. Don't get me wrong, I am all for families getting back together, but in this case they are not family. I mean, she went to prison when he was only five and since then he has only visited her three times and they have talked on the phone for total of maybe thirty minutes; otherwise the only contact they have is through infrequent letters." There was silence while I thought about what she told me. "Ummm, does Chris know about this yet?" Ritta stopped mixing and looked up at me and then back down, "No, I haven't said anything yet. Honestly, I don't know if I will. Think about it Michael, I don't think Chris ever thought that she would ever have a chance to get out. She got a life sentence for murder. I worked with him for years trying to get him to understand and process what his mother did and I guess I didn't ever think she would get out either so I told him that to help him let her go and to move on with his life. You know, I actually don't really understand how the whole system works, so I don't really understand how she is getting paroled anyway." Ritta paused and then put something in the oven and then turned and walked right next to me. She then leaned her head over onto my shoulder. I turned and hugged her. "Ritta, you are an amazing person and you have done so good with these boys. I understand how you must feel about them and you want to protect them, but...I think you need to tell him sooner than later, because surely his mother will be reaching out to him and telling him eventually." She pulled away and looked up at me, "Michael, can you do it...could you tell him...I...I...I'm afraid he might get mad at me, because I lied to him or something and maybe you can explain to him that I didn't and I just never thought it could happen." She started crying and then added, "Damn it I don't want to loose him yet, I thought I had a few more years before he left." Just then Roger came in the kitchen and saw us and stopped dead in his tracks and asked, "What the fuck is going on in here...Oh, shit who died or...shit, don't tell me Steven fucked up again and isn't coming home." Ritta dried her eyes and smiled down at Roger, "No, nobody died and Steven is probably coming home this weekend. There is nothing bad going on that you need to concern yourself with right now okay." Roger tilted his head and gave us both the questioning my elders look, "Are you sure?" I piped up, "Yeah, I promise I'll talk to all of you latter okay?" After dinner I told Chris we needed to go for another lesson for some night time driving practice. Chris had no problems adjusting to driving at night. We had some fun and then before we left the vacant lot I had him join me to sit on a on a bench outside one of the empty stores. Chris knew something was up, but was mature enough to let me gather my thoughts. "Alright Chris, the best way I can think to tell you this is just to be blunt and honest, but I want you to let me finish completely before you say or do anything okay." Chris nodded in the affirmative and his face was going pale. "Your mother has been paroled and is going to be released next week. She has communicated with DHR that she intends to try and get custody of you back. Ritta and I are in agreement that it will be at least a year before DHR would even allow that, but I am sure they will grant her visitation rights. I know that is something you never thought could or would happen and I want you know that Ritta honestly didn't think that it was possible either so please don't think she lied to you when you where young okay. She really loves you and she...well...she has to come to grips with this just like you." Chris buried his head into his hands and then stood up quickly and did a couple of turns on his heels then he looked at me, "Fuck, ummmm hmmmmmmmm Michael ummmm do I have to see her? I mean shit....ummmmm I don't even know her. She is like this lady I get letters from sometimes and I write to every once and a while, but I mean she isn't my mother or anything and although I kind of got over it I am still really pissed off at her for killing my father." He started walking back toward the car and I caught up and grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him and then pulled him into a hug. "Chris you will have a lot of say in what happens and you are old enough to assert your choice, but I want you to think about it for a while before you make up your mind. That is why I am telling you now so you have some time before she contacts you okay." Chris picked his head up and kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you Michael, I am so glad you came into our lives." On the way home Chris laughed and then said, "Maybe if I told my mom I fuck boys and suck old mens dicks she would leave me alone and not want anything to do with me." I had to giggle at that myself but then added, "Ummm...Chris you do realize you mother has been in prison for 10 years with only women." Chris started laughing with me, "Yeah, I guess she has probably turned into a muff diver, but I figure she probably would be turned off by hearing about man on man sex and the fact her son enjoys it just as much as pussy." After a pause, "You know I am joking right Mr. Michael, I wouldn't ever tell anyone about you know." I reached over and patted his leg, "I know." As we pulled up to the house he asked me not to say anything to the others yet. Back at the house I went up to check on the boys. I found Roger giving head to Issac in the shower. I almost joined them. Anthony was in his room reading. He had what appeared to be the smallest room in the house, but most of that was because of the sheer clutter of the room. Anthony was not very good at keeping his room clean and picked up. Steven's bed was covered in worn clothes and toys and there was a pathway to Anthony's bed lined by discarded socks. How a nine year old can destroy a room in less than a week is beyond me. All that being said, his discarded clothes lent the room his scent. A smell that intoxicated me and made my balls tremble. Anthony looked up from his book and saw me shaking my head at the mess. "I know I need to clean my room, but..." I walked over and sat next to him on the bed and pulled him into me as he put the book to the side. He leaned into my shoulder, "Did Chris do good with his driving tonight?" "Yep he did really good." Anthony let his hand roam down to my bulge and was gripping in and making me start to get hard. Then he stopped and looked up at me, "Mr. Michael what is going on? Roger told me that Ritta was crying in the kitchen earlier." I smiled at him, "Don't worry about it little man it isn't anything bad and we will let y'all know as soon as we need to okay. And, don't worry about Steven he is supposed to come home this weekend; in fact, I am going to meet him tomorrow." Anthony jumped up on his knees, "Yippeeee!" Anthony then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek as he straddled my waist. He leaned down and rubbed our noses and he pushed his hard little cocklet into my stomach. I reached around and began kneeding his firm ass cheeks as we both began humming into each other. I am always amazed at how much litteral heat a small boy can generate and when you get him turned on the furnace seems to turn up to max. Just then we heard Ritta from the hallway, "Damn if you two are going to make out at least close the door, you know the rules." I could also hear Chris laughing from the hallway as the door was slammed shut. "Mr. Michael can we sleep in my room tonight?" I continued to run my hands inside his shirt and moved them around to tweak his nipples. "Yeah, buddy we can, but I don't have anything to sleep in up here." Anthony smiled at me as he stood up and pulled his shirt over his head and then shook off his shorts and boxers off in one push. "Don't worry I don't intend for you to be wearing anything." He then pushed his pelvis at me and I took his whole cock and nut purse into my hot mouth. I loved sucking on his little spike. I could make my tongue into a straw like shape and encircle most of his girth and that meant the tip of my tongue pushed into his little jewls and taint as he face fucked me. Between his coos and ohhsss Anthony spoke, "Mmmmmm, damn I love when you do that." Anthony continued to fuck into my mouth for a few minutes and I fumbled with my own jeans getting them halfway down as well as my boxers, but I was going to have to get up to get them all the way off. I pushed Anthony off me and stood and got my clothes off. When I looked back down at the bed I was struck with Anthony's beauty. "Damn my little man I could just eat you up, you are so damn cute." Anthony smiled at me and then pulled his legs up and back and said, "Well, why don't you then." I didn't hesitate to burry my face into his hot little ass. He was ripe today, not have taken a shower since early this morning. I loved his boy flavors. Sweet like honey and bitter like coffee. I tongued and lapped at his boy butt for several minutes till he grabbed my hand that was pulling his ass apart and moved it to his hole letting me know he was getting impatient and wanted something to fill him up. I obliged and began inserting my finger in, but even with all my spit he was a little dry. Anthony spoke up, "There is some lube in the drawer beside the bed." I reached over and found some KY in the drawer and also a little dildo. When I gave him a quizical look he nodded and said, "What, you are not the only one that likes my ass and sometimes no one is around to you know so...." Incorrigible ! I lubed my finger and started working him up and as I started sucking on his cock again. When I started massaging his boy button he didn't last long before he had his first orgasm. It wasn't as powerful as when he gets fucked so he was good to go for another one and I more than ready was ready to start working on my own. I picked him up and got him doggy style on the bed and after lubing my aching cock up I got behind him and began feeding his ass. The head was always the hardest part and no matter how many times I fucked his young ass I always had to go slow at first, but once the head breaks through his initial resistance he always lets me know he was ready by pushing back or pulling me forward. "Damn, Anthony I love you and I love fucking you so much." Anthony was bitting his lip and he shook his head, "Mmmm hmmmm me too." I sunk all the way into his hot, moist, tight ass till my nuts were pushing up against his. I started long dicking him dragging my cock slowly across his inmature prostate as he made this low gutteral moan. Ever so slowly I began picking up my pace till my nuts were slapping up against his making than intoxicating skin on skin noise adding to the already awesome squishy sounds comming from his hole and my cock. I had not realized we had been pushed so far up on the bed that his head was actually banging against the wall. That is when Roger knocked on the wall and told us to keep it down as we could hear him giggling. I pulled out and quickly folded Anthony into a scisor position and laid down behind him and re-inserted my wet cock into his hot hole. I loved this position, because I could reach around and hug my boy into me and I could also plant little kisses on his head as I felt every inch of his smooth skin. "I'm really close baby." Anthony grabbed my hand and forced into onto his hard flesh and I began wanking him in time with my thrusts and not a minute more he began his shakes and that sent me over the edge as I could barley force my cock through his spasaming hole. I filled my little guys belly with five good shots of man batter. My cock finally softened inside him and was forced out with a sloppy squishy sound and then he farted a little. We both laughed at our post coitus noises. Anthony laid motionless for a few minutes till he flipped around and put his head to mine and we both smiled at each other. Finally he crawled over me and grabbed my hand pulling me up and out of the bed. Anthony cracked the bed room door and looked up and down the hall before pulling me across the hall naked and into the bathroom. We did the same thing leaving out of the bathroom and we crawled into his bed naked and slept ever so soundly.