Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2007 21:01:48 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Skinny Raul is Hot" by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult/youth

====My mother would be horrified to know that I let kids under 18 read my
disgraceful stories.  She wouldn't be happy to know that people Over 18
were permitted by me, but at least She would allow it as okay.  But if
there are Any readers who are over 18 and disapprove Then they also ought
to stay away.


I am Justin Wilmot, 22 years old, graduate Social Worker.  This job here at
the rehab for high school age kids addicted to drugs and/or alcohol is my
first job after college.  This rehab is in California, it is a six month
residential setup.  Many lf the participants are sent here by the court,
especially if they are first timers.  It's far better than youth prison and
that is what keeps the population in line.  They don't want to be sent back
to the court.

I was hired for the job everyone hated, intake counselor.  The paper work
is mountainous and the interviewing is tedious and it is hard to get
straight answers out of these street-wise youngsters.  We accept 14 to 17,
no hard drug or injected drug cases, only booze and marijuana.  That's not
always easy as most were duel or more drug users so we bent the rules a
bit.  What we would not take is mentally ill; we were not equipped for it.
We also avoided intake of youth charged with attempted murder or
involvement in crimes involving guns or knives.  We had a waiting list and
we wanted to take the cases where we could be of help.  Actually the
program was outstandingly successful.  A year after graduating, only 10%
relapsed and that is always unheard of.  I credit the success to the
balanced use of counseling, AA and real caring staff.  I was almost
embarrassed by the love that the kids directed toward me and other staff
and added to the sense of responsibility of doing a good job.

Raul Pena was scheduled for intake interview at nine o'clock to day.  He
would be one of three this day.  I was sitting at my desk in the intake
room reading his case history.  It was pretty typical, he was fifteen, 5'8"
and 132 pounds, pretty skinny.  He had no tattoos, his medicals were good.
Dental records indicate perfect teeth.  His school marks were dismal, as
usual, his attendance sporadic.  This was sketchy.  It was my job to draw
out a full profile of Raul.

There was a knock at the door, the security guard Ray led Raul in.  I stood
up.  I always try to show respect, hoping that brings respect.  Here he
was, a second-generation kid of Dominican parentage.  Dad not on the scene,
mom a heavy drinker.  He had no siblings.

I put out my hand, he hesitated, looked at my hand, then sighed and grabbed
it.  His hand was wet.  Raul was nervous.  He really wanted to get into the
program because the alternative was grim, but he hated to own up to the
probing questions he knew would come.

"Sit down Raul.  You want some milk or cookies?  Did you have breakfast?"

His perfect straight eyebrows arched.  He didn't expect such brotherly
attention.  "Sure, that's good, I dint have anything since last night."

As he munched I dove in.  I explained that he has to quality for the
program and that I am two other counselors would make that determination
based on this interview.

"So, "he said in his slightly accented English.  The vowels were pure, like
in Spanish and the consonants were a little blurry.  I liked that way of
talking, it seemed sexy and intimate, "You are the man I must please."

"Don't please me, just tell the truth.  Don't try to second-guess what the
answers should be, you'd probably be wrong.  Okay, let's start off with
your drug use."

I went down the list with him, trying to get a handle on his total
involvement that was considerable.  I glanced at him.  "Are you high right
now?"

I asked this because his sparkly brown eyes seemed to cloud over every once
in a while.

"Took some srooms last night.  I'm pretty straight now, but right now your
head look really bid."  He laughed and threw his head back exposing his
smooth neck.  He was a looker, even though thin.  He had wavy hair from his
white Spanish ancestors, but his skin color was my favorite, butterscotch.
His features were non-Indian and non-black.  The kid was 15, but he hadn't
shaved yet.  A faint moustache shadowed his upper lip and a few hairs grew
on his chin.  I guessed his body would be hairless as well, except for
pubic hair and underarm hair that Latinos grew like a crop.

Now we were not supposed to interview potential residents if they arrived
high.  I told him that.  He started to get up and looked dejected.  I just
felt sorry for him and told him to sit down.  He gave me a blinding smile
and reached over and patted my shoulder in a brotherly way.  This kid was
brimming with self-confidence.

Next came the sexual questions.  This is the section of the report I was
filling out that was usually fiction.  Kids either boast, or hide their
activity.  Most boys are so afraid of seeming to be less male so it is hard
to get a true picture.

"Are you sexually active?"

"When I am having sex I am very active."

I didn't know if he was kidding me or really did not understand the jargon.

I pressed on.  His first sex was at eleven, a neighborhood girl.  He had
stuff to shoot then he explained to me that he ejaculated.  I thanked him
for the translation.  It appears that for the next few years he had sex
with local ladies and they gave him money.  "You see, I wasn't whoring, it
was just that they liked my prick in them.  Oops, sorry, I mean penis."

I told him that he can use whatever words seem comfortable for him.  "Have
you had sex with boys or men?"

There was silence for a really long time.  Finally he said in a measured
voice, "I am not a queer, but I am a very sexual person.  I need sex a lot.
If no cunts are available, I'll take the next best thing."

I pressed him about his sex with men.  It seemed to run the gamut.  He gave
and received all forms.  The last year he had sold himself to some older
men for money and one man gave him a room in his apartment.

At the end of the interview I put my pen down and fixed the handsome kid
with my eyes, having removed my glasses.  To get into this program, the
person had to recognize that they needed it.  "Do you think hour life is
running into trouble?"  He looked back at me, his eyes tearing slightly.

"I am really fucked up.  I need help.  It isn't only the drugs, you know."

"I know," I said sympathetically ," Wait here, I'll have the guard stay
with you.  I'll discuss you with other counselors and make a decision.

I got up.  He approached me and got a crafty look on his face.  "Justin,
you are a good looking dude.  I bet you get hot for some of kids you
interview here alone in this room.  Look, I really want to get in.  If it
will help you make a good decision, I mean, are you stiff now?  I got a hot
mouth."

Shit, this kid almost sunk his acceptance.  I did get a little worked up
and my cock did thicken but I hid behind my professionalism and just
smiled.  "Not necessary Raul.  Just stay here and relax."

I used the intercom and Ray came soon.  He was used to baby sitting while I
conferenced.  I got two other counselors together and we went over the
interview.  There were no objections.  I returned to the room, Ray and Raul
were playing chess.  That was a surprise, I didn't know either of them were
chess types.  I thanked Ray and turned to Raul.  "Congratulations, you are
now part of the program."

He broke out in a big smile.  "You won't be sorry Justin.  Er, Justin, I
hope you are not mad at me for getting out of line before.  It wasn't
smart, but you are still a sexy one."

I told him the routine for admission.  You must go to the nurse and she
will go over your clothes to be sure there is no contraband.  You then will
take a shower and put on one of our uniforms and then I will take you to
lunch."  He nodded docilely.  I called the nurse and learned that she was
off today.  That happened sometimes.  Then I do the clothes check.

I took him down the corridor to the nursing station.  There is a screen for
privacy when the kids undress.  "Take everything off, including shoes,
socks underwear, place them on top of the screen."

"Yes boss," in intoned, "I don't need the screen.  We are both boys here."

"Use the screen I ordered."  Soon his tee shirt, then jeans and then
underpants, shoes and socks appeared.  I had thrown a large towel over that
he could use for the shower.  He came around the screen and watched me
examine his stuff.  He was totally naked.  "Use the towel," I urged.

"Why? I am a little skinny but the girls, and boys like that.  Look at my
big schlong.  Nice,huh?"

I ignored him, but I took a good look and he knew it.  His body was slim,
but not one with ribs sticking out.  His pits were riotous with black shiny
hair and it was matched with his great quantity of pubic hair concentrated
above his long thin, hanging penis and smooth balls.  He waggled his body
as I checked the clothes.  Like any fifteen-year old, he could will an
erection and his started.

Kids try to sneak in drugs.  We knew all the tricks.  I looked at the
double wall of his sneaks and found a flattened joint.  In the waist of his
jeans an open seam revealed a tiny vial of powder.  "You brought your
comfort with you.  Raul, this is a drug free place where you will learn to
live a good life without that shit.  Now head for the shower and put on
this uniform."  While he showered I told him about the rules about sex
here.  "There is no sex permitted, not even flirting.  If you masturbate,
you must be sure no one can see you.  We prefer you don't."

He stuck his wet head out of the shower curtain.  "You mean I have to spend
six months with no cunt, no sex.  I'll go crazy.  How about the boys?"

"If it is discovered that you have any sex, you will be sent back to the
court for disposition.?
 
When I finished those words he came out of the shower, naked and came over
to me.  "Can't I have one good bit of sex to hold me.  You can fuck me, or
I can fuck you, what do you say, Jus?"

He came over close, I could smell the fresh soap that he had just used, but
over that came his natural, hot, teenage smell that never washes away.  He
rubbed my crotch with the back of his hand and murmured, "Nice. No
 one here.  Take it out."

I was breathing audibly.  "You're getting worked up, aren't you Jus?  You
want these warm Latin lips around it.  Look at my big tongue.  I can work
magic with it.  Come on, baby."

By now his cock had stiffened to about seven inches of slim pulsing meat.
He pushed it at me.  "Grab hold boss, Stroke me.  Make me feel good."

He was fiddling with my zipper and in a moment he had it down and was
reaching in and extracting my fully hard cock.  "Oh Jus, you have a little
drop on the end for me."  He bent down and swiped his tongue over the head
and licked up my pre cum.  I moaned.  He looked up at me and smiled.  "You
like it.  Make all the noise you want.  I love appreciation."

My mind slid out of my professional role and into my animal needs.  "Yes
you street boy, do your stuff.  Get me off."

He slid to the floor on his knees and opened his mouth and took my fat cock
into the hot interior, all the time starting up at me with his big brown
eyes.  He was shagging himself as he sucked.  The danger of the situation
and the sudden onset of this sex short-circuited me into a quick cum.
Pretty soon his Adam's apple was bobbing up and down as he swallowed my big
load.  His own hand on his cock speeded up and gobs of his young cum
splashed on the floor.

I was red with embarrassment.  I was also worried.  The kid really had
something on me.  Raul, on the other hand, was happy.  "Fuck, I feel
better.  I hope you had a good cum, you surely had that stored up.  You got
delicious spooge, prime stuff."

I got myself together.  "Kiddo, get dressed.  I'll take you down to the
dining room, it's lunchtime.  Now you are going to be in my group of
newbies.  Be sure you keep this little episode quiet or you might risk
expulsion."

"Ooh, I love expulsion."  He laughed and cuffed my check in a, well, cheeky
fashion.  I knew I had created a monster and I hoped he wouldn't get me
fired, or arrested.  Shit, this was some pickle.

I took him down to the dining room.  The participants were just coming in
from classes.  I introduced him to a few of the kids I knew well and would
treat him decently.  Then I found a table in the corner and quickly picked
up my meal from the cafeteria style line and finished up in very short
order.  As I was leaving I saw Raul was having a ball with the other guys
and one girl.  I hoped he wouldn't be a bad influence.

Now the way the new intakes were treated is that they were on a two- week
probation.  I already had four kids in my group.  They would be there for
another one and then new ones would come in.  There were three boys and one
girl.  The boys were much younger than Raul and I was afraid he might be
bored.  One of the boys, a 13 year old beauty named Jimmy would have to be
protected against Raul's allure.  I know Jimmy is incipiently gay, after
all I did his intake interview.

Raul's first group meeting with me and the others took place that day at
2:00PM.  Raul introduced himself to the others and told why he was there.
It was a sort of version of AA in admittance.  I could see that Jimmy was
taken with the Latino boy.  He stared at him throughout the meeting and
several times I noticed that Jimmy glanced on Raul's crotch.  Our only
female member, Tiffany seemed also besotted with the hot boy.  Raul played
up to everyone, talking excitedly, flashing his white teeth and rubbing his
chest provocatively.  The trick that he had was what I call mind fucking.
When the center of attention was off him, he would stare at Tiffany and
occasionally rub his crotch and generally seduce her without touching her.
I swear that she was getting cunt drippy.  I sat near her and I could smell
her rutting juices.

I asked Raul to stay after the group.  He was due to join the sports
outdoors.  "You can be ten minutes late.  I'll go with you to explain.'  In
fact kids couldn't go from one activity to another without being
accompanied.  "Raul, if you want to have a successful recovery you must try
control your sexual urges.  Your conduct during this group was no
appropriate.  I'm not going to enter it in the log, but if you don't
improve tomorrow, I'm going to call a special session with you, me and
another counselor."

He looked at me and smiled, then he pushed his tongue out and flipped it
rapidly like he was licking.  "Okay Boss, I'll be good.  But I think you
are jealous a little bit."  He put his thumb and forefinger together to
show the bit.  I shrugged, "Come on, let's go."

Actually he was better at the next group.  I found out that some of the
guys who were in the program for many months sat him down and told him the
way he should act.  Everything went okay for a few weeks until the night
that I had Charge of Quarters Duty.

One every month a counselor was required to sleep over and control the
exuberance of the adolescents.  And let me tell you, they might have hairy
chests and deep voices, but they were just kids and acted dumb and silly.
After their showers some of the boys would throw their towels over their
shoulders and walk past the girls area waggling their butts.

I sat in a chair in the open office at the apex dividing the boys area from
the girls.  No one could get past me....I thought.  You know, sex was on
their minds all the time.  They were like salmons swimming upstream.
Somehow they would find away to get to the girls and vice versa.  The girls
would seducing the boys often.

Raul found a way to get to his favorite girl's room.  I think he may have
slide past me on his belly and was out of my line of sight.  Around two AM
I did a bed check.  These were funny.  Occasionally I'd see girls who got
into the same bed.  I had to tap on the door to get them to separate.  I
never saw any sexual activity among the boys but plenty of masturbating
hands and shaking beds.  As I passed this girl Tiffany's room, I realized
that she was alone.  Sometime that happens when one girl is discharged and
there is not another one to put with her.  I looked in to little window on
the door, there was Raul's naked ass in the faint moonlight fucking away on
Tiffany.  I swung open the door.  "Raul, get dressed and report to the
central station.  Tiffany, I will report you to the head of the girls.  It
probably means you'll be expelled and returned to the jurisdiction of the
court."

I sat in the open office.  Raul came in, dressed, a smile on his face.
"Mr. Justin, sir.  Let's forget about this.  She enjoyed it, she came
twice, hah, I good at my stuff.  I came long and juicy.  Everyone's
happy. "  Then he became serious and his features assembled into one I had
never seen.  He looked dangerous.  "If you think you can bump me out of the
program and every Tiffany who I may need for more fucking you are going to
regret it.  You're the one who is in trouble then."

"Go to bed, we'll talk about this in the mornig."

Shit, he was absolutely right.  He had the upper hand here.  Then when he
was just at the door of the enclosure, he turned back and smiled at me,
"And I may just try out sweet Jimmy, he's hard up over me and thirteen
years old spooge is the best."

Well Raul made it through the trial period and passed on to the general
population of the rehab.  Naturally I ran in to him in the dining room or
during assembles but he seemed occupied with the other kids.  He seemed to
be liked by them and his counselors, I was pleased that things were working
out.

Today we had a softball game on the back lawn.  Occasionally I play with
the guys and girls.  This time I went on the girls team to give them some
help because some of the boys were excellent ball players.  This was my
best day.  I made miracle saves in the infield and when I was up a bat I
hit the longest drive anyone can remember.  On the way back to the main
house Raul fell in with me.  "Hey Jus, can I talk to you?"

I told him that if he had a problem he should talk it over with his main
counselor.  "No Jus, the problem is with you."  Geez, was he going to rake
up that stuff that happened over a month ago.

"Here's may office, come in and sit down."

"Jus, you look so dope in those athletic shorts.  You have a great ass.
Actually man, you are driving me crazy, I can't get you out of my mind.
Please let me make love to you, just this once."

"I made a mistake that time.  I don't want to make another.  It would be
the easiest thing in the world for me to say yes.  You are one sexy
package, but I resist the same way one resists going back to using."

He took a step toward me.  "Ah man, I knew you were stiff cocked over me.
Once they've had me, they can't forget me.  Look if you commit a murder you
have already put your head in a noose.  If you murder again they don't hang
you twice.  You might as well enjoy."  He put his arm on my shoulder, "Jes,
relax let me make both of us happy."  He reached into the elastic of my
shorts.  I was bare inside, no underwear.  He began massaging my ass,
slowly and sighing.  "It feels great, a little fuzzy but strong and cute."

He suddenly pulled down my short and pushed me over my desk.  I wanted to,
but I was weak.  He pinched and softly slapped by ass cheeks.  I began to
go into a private world of feeling.  Next he kissed me and licked the
sweaty ass crack.  He hummed in enjoyment of the earthy smells back there.
Then my head reared up as he stuck out his strong tongue and pushed it into
my ass hole, moving back and forth, fucking me with it.  He stopped and
came up to my neck and kissed me wetly, then licked my ear.  "Tell me you
want me to fuck you counselor."  My voice was hoarse and soft.  "Yes you
fucking street boy, do it now."

He laughed in triumph and pulled off his pants.  I saw his big tan cock
with the red head getting ready.  He put the head at the opening.  "Tell me
to push in."

"Yes push in before I die here."

He grabbed me at the waist and pushed his cock into my hole that was
relaxing in welcome.  Soon he was fully inside.  "Oh Mr. Jus, you have the
hottest hole, it needs a cooling off with my sperm.."  He began a rough
fuck that showed no respect but I loved being used by this self confident
shit head.  I knew I was doomed to be his ass slave in the future, but I
didn't care.  I was crying and mewling like a virgin lady.  I had no shame
until needs.

He was fucking so hard the desk was moving across the floor and I was being
pressed on the hard surface.  Suddenly he shouted, "It's coming, it's just
around the corner.  Are you ready? Mr. Intake Counselor.  I'll help you
along too."  He reached under and grabbed my stick cock and began shagging
me in time to his thrusts.  In only a minute the two of us came together
with a duet of cries.  The desk was covered with my cum and my ass was
dripping with his big load.  He gave me a slap on the rump.  "Good work
boy.  I'll let you know when I need it the next time."  He strutted out.

I was really in trouble for the next few weeks.  I had to avoid him.  I
don't care what he said about murders, I was not going to be fucked again
or service him.  Then a strange thing happened that solved the problem, but
in a tragic way.

After three month, if the participant has reached a sober stage they are
permitted to go home for a few days.  We all felt that he was on solid
ground.  I saw him leave with a few others and get on the bus in front of
the rehab.  He looked healthy now and had gained weight and height.  He was
even more handsome.

The tragedy was that Raul had made a lot of enemies on the street.  They
had been waiting patiently for his return.  He was found by a sanitation
worker at four in the morning, blood all around him, dead for hours.

We had a little remembrance service for him at the treatment center.  I
knew that there were others, boys and girls who had know him sexually,
besides me.  Maybe we were the ones who cried the loudest.

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