Care
By Li'l Ninja
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Super serious disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any possible resemblances to real-life people or events within this story are purely coincidental, I swear! This story contains naughty things that you might find...well... naughty. If naughty stuff offends you or it is illegal for you to read in your state, country, town, city, or whatever, then bugger off elsewhere! - Or just use a VPN or something - If not, then grab a box of tissues [for your eyes, you dirty sod!] and let's get started.

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Chapter 15: Second Date

Sunday, 7th April 1991 – The Day After 'Boyfriends'/(Chapter 8)

Oscar woke early. His eyes fluttered open as he heard the sweet chirping of birdsong coming from outside his bedroom window. He rolled over and smiled to himself as he remembered the wonderful time that he and Chase had the day before. 'Boyfriends' he thought to himself with a smile.

Oscar had fallen asleep hugging the pillow that smelled like his new boyfriend, Chase. He buried his face into it and inhaled deeply as he re-lived some of the exciting and very naughty things they had gotten up to in that very bed. He was beyond cloud nine and couldn't believe that he was dating the best-looking boy in school. Of course, he was biased, but Oscar did not care. Chase was his and he was beyond ecstatic.

After a few more minutes of tightly hugging "Chase's" pillow and inhaling his beautiful aroma, Oscar really needed to relieve his bladder. He ran to his bathroom and began peeing. He noticed his little cocklet was a little red and sore from all the action it had seen but it only made him smile more.

He hopped into his shower and began his process of getting prepared for the day ahead. As the warm water ran down his naked body, his mind wandered again to the antics of the previous day and he quickly found himself getting hard. He considered jerking off but decided to wait.

Once showered and properly primmed, he headed downstairs for some breakfast.

"Good morning, Mother," a happy Oscar said as he bounced into the kitchen and sat down on a stool at the breakfast bar.

"Good morning, Oscar," his mother replied, barely looking up from the book she was reading. Oscar reached for the cereal and poured himself a bowl, before splashing cold milk over it.

Oscar's mother, Ms Camilla Anderson, spoke in a very proper British accent, sounding each and every vowel and consonant correctly in her sharp, almost shrill voice. She had a habit of looking down at people from her pronged and pointy nose. And carried a snooty air about her, full of exaggerated mannerisms and eccentricities. The more common folk of the land might describe her as being "a posh, toff-nosed bitch."

"What do you think of my new friend, Chase, then, Mother?" he asked In a cheery voice. His mother grimaced and finally looked up from her book.

"Why do you always pick the poorest and most scruffy-looking kids to be your friends?" she asked. "Sometimes, I am simply unable to understand the way you think, Oscar."

"Chase is the captain of our football team, Mother," Oscar whined in a deflated tone.

"I don't care if he's the captain of a bloody cruise ship; the lad looks like he has never had a haircut in his entire life. And that scar on his face is simply ghastly."

"Mummm," Oscar whined again before pouting.

"Don't 'mum' me, boy," his mother snapped back authoritatively. "Look, I'm not going to stop you being friends with him. But I want to know well in advance if he is coming over. I don't want him in the house while I'm not here. I don't trust the scruff."

"But—"

"Oscar Charles Anderson," Mrs Anderson snapped, interrupting Oscar. "You're lucky I'm letting you be friends with him at all. If he wasn't on your football team it would be an entirely different matter. Do I make myself clear?"

Oscar slumped back into his seat, defeated and said, "Yes, Mother," with a sigh.

"Good," she replied. "I must go and get ready to leave for the studio now. "We have two shoots this morning before luncheon, so it's going to be an awfully busy day. I might not be home until late. You may have to use your credit card to order dinner tonight."

"Okay, Mother," Oscar replied as he poked at his, now soggy, bowl of Rice Krispies.

"I love you, Sweetie," she said, giving Oscar a kiss on top of his head.

"Yeah, you too, Mother," Oscar replied flatly before his mum left the room to get herself ready.

***

Cole's eyes fluttered open. He smiled happily as he held his new boyfriend's body close to his chest. His bare chest on Hunter's bare back felt incredible to him. Hunter was holding Cole's arm tightly around his body like some sort of seatbelt. Cole could smell the familiar smell of his best friend and his already hard morning wood stiffened even more. The two boys had spent many hours making out the day before. However, despite all the groping they did, neither of them removed their underwear.

Cole could feel the bulge of his steely hard boyhood in his briefs pressed firmly into the creased fabric that outlined Hunter's butt crack. He gently stroked his boyfriend's tummy and kissed him gently on his neck. Hunter moaned contently as he opened his eyes and felt the warmth of Cole's body enveloping him while his hand gently rubbed his flat stomach.

"Mmmmm, morning, Cole," Hunter purred. He could feel the throb, throb, throb of Cole's erection wedged between his ass cheeks.

"Morning, Beautiful," Cole replied with another soft kiss on Hunter's neck. Hunter let out a little moan as he pushed his ass deeper into Cole's crotch. He then took hold of Cole's hand and led it down to his own throbbing underwear. Cole happily took the hint and began stroking and rubbing at his boyfriend's bulge. Hunter gasped and began running his ass firmly up and down Cole's crotch.

The two boys moaned and gasped as they pleasured one another through their underwear. Cole was gently kissing on his lover's neck and shoulder. Yeah, they had done some groping the previous day. However, this was a lot more focused and intense. It was the first time either of the two boys had been pleasured by another person in such a way. This carried on for a good five minutes or so before Cole began to feel that familiar feeling building deep inside his tummy.

"Oh shit, Hunt. You're gonna have to stop or I'm going to blow soon," he said. Hunter just grinned and doubled his efforts. "Oh fuck," Cole said realising that this wasn't just a fun morning dry hump; this was going to go all the way. Determined to get Hunter off first, he also doubled his efforts.

The two boy's soft moans quickened in pace, becoming louder and deeper. Moans turned into panting and panting soon turned into grunts as both boys raced towards the first of many orgasms they would have together.

"Oh... Shit... Cole," Hunter said, his voice at least one octave higher than usual. Seconds later, he let out a long squeal as his entire body started shaking and his legs turned to jelly. He began filling his briefs with hot, sticky, clear boy juice. He was unable to control his body and had stopped humping back into Cole. However, Cole was too close to his own release so he grabbed his orgasming boyfriend's hips and ground hard into his backside as he grunted.

Just as Hunter's orgasm was coming to an end, Cole's had just started.

"Fuck... Hunter," he said grinding into his lover the final few required times. "Ahhhh," he cried out in a low, husky voice as it was now his turn to start filling his briefs with his sweet, clear boy juice. "You're... So... Hot..." he grunted through gritted teeth as his fine boyhood pulsed to push out his ejaculate.

A few moments later, all that could be heard was the panting of the two breathless boys. Hunter turned to look at Cole. They stared at one another with smiles on their faces, trying to catch their breaths.

Suddenly, the two boys burst out into fits of giggles and laughter as they both thought about what naughty things they had just done.

The laughter only lasted a minute before they get a serious look on their faces again. The two lovers lean towards each other and share a long, deep passionate kiss. Well, it was for as long as they could bare the feeling of the rapidly cooling cum in their briefs.

"Com'on," Cole said after they had broken their kiss. "Let's go shower."

***

Chase was awake early. He hopped out of bed and bounced down the hallway to the bathroom. He turned on the radio and set the volume to maximum loudness. Like always, he danced around, singing loudly as he showered. Today, however, he made quick work of getting ready as he had a lot to do; he had to clean the entire flat because his boyfriend was coming over for the day.

Excitedly, Chase danced from room to room as he swept, mopped, vacuumed, scrubbed, dusted, and polished. It took him almost two whole hours. But after he was done, the place was spotless and smelled great.

Next up, Chase went to the kitchen and began preparing everything for the meal that he was going to make for Oscar: a traditional British Sunday roast. He peeled and chopped veggies, seasoned and prepared meat, mixed and rolled stuffing balls, peeled and chopped potatoes, and prepared some Yorkshire pudding batter. Then he moved on to preparing the sautéed apples, sugar, and cinnamon for the apple crumble dessert.

Another hour later, Chase had prepared as much of the meal as he could. After putting everything into containers and placing it all in the fridge, he sighed and smiled contently. He looked at his watch and saw that there was well over an hour until Oscar was due to arrive. Finding himself unable to sit still with excitement, he decided to head over to Cole's place for a while to wish him a happy birthday for the day before.

**

Cole lived only a short distance from Chase; about a five-minute walk. Once there, Chase knocked on the front door.

"Hello, Chase," Cole's father said after opening the door. "It's great to see you. How are you?" he asked as he ushered the blonde boy inside.

"Hi, Gordon. I'm really good. How are you?" Chase replied, stepping into the house.

"Oh, you know... I can't grumble," Gordon said, smiling down at the boy. "Cole's up in his bedroom. Hunter is here too. Go right up, kiddo."

"Thanks, Mr Walker," Chase said as he headed for the stairs.

"Are you staying for lunch? There's plenty to go around," Gordon asked, knowing that the boy rarely ever ate enough.

"No thanks. I'm not stopping long."

"Okay, maybe next time then," Gordon said with a smile. Chase simply nodded and smiled back at him before disappearing up the stairs.

Chase and Cole were very close friends. Therefore, they never really knocked before entering one another's bedrooms. This had once led to Chase walking in and seeing Cole beating his boyhood. Like... Really going at it. Unfortunately for Chase, he didn't get to watch for long as Cole instantly pulled up his briefs when he saw his blonde friend enter the room. Ever since that day, Chase always opened Cole's bedroom door as quietly as possible, hoping that one day he might get lucky and get another eyeful of Cole's magnificent junk. He really was hung for his age. It was highly unlikely that Cole would be servicing himself today as he had his best friend, Hunter over. However, out of habit, Chase opened the door quietly as always and he was in no way prepared for what he saw.

Cole was lying on his bed, totally naked, with his legs spread open, and eyes closed. He was making soft little moaning noises as Hunter, who was also totally naked, was slowly slurping away at Cole's beautiful boner. Neither of the boys had noticed their blonde friend enter the room.

Chase's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, his jaw was wide open, and his little Peter was standing to full attention. As much as he was enjoying the show, he knew he had to say something to announce his presence.

"Holy fuck that's hot," he said. Both Cole and Hunter almost fell off the bed as they scrambled to get into a less compromising position and pull the bed sheets over their naked bodies.

"Fuck, Chase! You scared the total shit out of us you little perv!" Cole said.

"You didn't have to stop you know," Chase said with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Chaseee," Hunter whined.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop being a dick," Chase relented. "But seriously guys... You're not even gay or anything. Unless there's something you're not telling me—"

"Actually, Chase, there is," Cole said with a deep sigh. This caused the young blonde's jaw to drop to the floor once again. "Hunter and I are... Well... Uhmm—"

"We're boyfriends now," Hunter said, completing the sentence that Cole was struggling with.

"Whaaaat?!" Chase said as his entire face lit up. "No fucking way! That's awesome! I'm so happy for you guys... Really."

Hunter and Cole blushed a little and smiled at Chase. They both knew out of anyone, that Chase would definitely be accepting of them. After all, Chase made no attempts at all to hide how much he liked boys.

"I can't deny that I feel a little hurt knowing that you've both turned me down in the past," Chase teased with a little giggle.

"Sorry, I just don't like blonde boys," Hunter shot back with a grin.

Chase made a mock sad face look before asking, "So, how long have you two been keeping this a secret?"

"Oh, it's not a secret. We only got together yesterday," Cole replied truthfully.

"Oh damn. That's one hell of a birthday gift. It's going to make my already shitty gift even shittier," Chase said, his trademark cheeky grin back on his face again.

"Dude, I told you not to buy me anything," Cole said with a serious and kind of sad look on his face. He knew all about Chase's living situation and the fact that he barely even had money to eat, let alone go buying birthday gifts.

"It's fine... Really. I had a bit of money left over after buying the food for the meal I'm making Oscar later," Chase replied as his grin widened.

"Oh damn," Cole said. "I totally forgot that you had that date with Oscar yesterday! How did it go? By the look on your face, it went pretty well."

Chase continued grinning from ear to ear and he nodded his head up and down like a bobblehead before saying, "Yeah. Really, really sweet." He then thought for a second and said, "Shit! I just thought... Mine and Oscar's anniversary is on the same day as yours'."

"No way. You're both boyfriends now too? That's so awesome," Cole said, nearly jumping up to give his friend a big celebratory hug but then remembered he was still wearing his birthday suit. "So he's coming over to your place today then?"

"Yeah. I'm making him a full Sunday roast. He had me try all this posh people's food at his house yesterday so I'm gonna show him what real food is," Chase replied with a chuckle.

"Awww, that's so sweet of you, Chase," Hunter said with a smile.

"I bet you wish you never turned me down now, huh?" Chase replied before sticking his tongue out, causing all of them to burst into a small giggling fit.

"Anyways, I need to head back soon," he continued after they had all finished laughing. "I only really came over to wish you happy birthday and to give you this..." He then took off the small rucksack he was wearing before unzipping it, reaching inside, and pulling out a small, poorly wrapped present.

"I see you're wrapping skills have improved," Cole said sarcastically.

"Hey! Wrapping is hard. I don't know how people make it all neat and shit. At least I did it myself and didn't get my dad to do it like some people do... Cole!"

"Yeah, fine... Fair point," Cole said with a chuckle.

Chase took a couple of steps towards the bed and handed the gift to Cole and said, "Happy birthday, Mate."

"Thanks, Bro," Cole said sincerely as he began to wonder how the heck he was going to unwrap this abomination that seemed to have a thick layer of tape around the entire thing.

After some struggling, cursing, and the use of some scissors, Cole finally managed to unwrap his present from Chase.

"Yes! Goosebumps! I love these books. I don't have this one yet either," Cole said excitedly. This time, he decided that he didn't care about his nakedness, jumped out of bed and wrapped his arms around his unsuspecting friend.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Chase said as he hugged his naked friend back. "I literally only just got rid of that last boner and now you nakey hug me! I'm gonna be hard for the rest of the morning now," he teased.

"Oh yeah," Cole said, with mischief in his voice as he leaned back from the hug enough to look at Chase's face. "Let's make it all day then." He then leaned back in and gave the blonde boy a long smooch on his cheek.

"God dammit, Cole. It's gonna be hard for a week now," Chase said giggling away, fully enjoying getting the attention from his hot naked friend. "You'd better get off me anyways," he said reluctantly. "You don't want to go making Hunter jealous or anything, he might not finish his..." Chase made multiple crude slurping sounds, "For you when I leave."

Cole, worrying that Chase may actually be right, quickly released his cuddle and hopped back into bed with Hunter, who had turned bright red with embarrassment.

"It's fine, Hunter," Chase said. "Nothing to get embarrassed about. Dick tastes great! Especially when it can make the goo at the end." By now, both the boys in the bed were a dark crimson. "Well, gents. My work here is done," he said with a cheeky grin and a chuckle. "I'll leave you both to... Well... You know..." He made more slurping noises until he was hit in the face by a pillow that Hunter had lobbed at him, causing all three boys to burst out laughing. "Okay, okay. I'm gone. See you later, dudes."

"See you later, you nut job," Hunter said, still giggling.

"Good luck with your own..." Cole made his own slurping noises.

Chase laughed and grinned before saying his final farewells and leaving.

***

Dominic had been waiting months for this day to come. As his best friend, Nathan, had suggested, he had been entirely truthful to his parents about exactly how Ruth had been acting. He told them how she had started by staring at him in a really creepy way, blowing kisses at him, and constantly "accidentally" walking into the bathroom while he was peeing. He then explained how that soon moved to her pinching his ass, groping at his groin, trying to kiss him, and even trying to sneak into bed with him. He told them how she had started trying to blackmail him, but when she realised that she didn't have any dirt on him, she told him that she would straight up lie to his parents, telling them that he had been the one creeping on her and not the other way around. He also told them that he doesn't even like girls in that way. He didn't go as far as to tell them that he liked boys instead but Mr and Mrs Berrycloth had their suspicions that he was gay for a couple of years now. And they had always made it very clear to Dominic that they didn't care what sexuality he was and that all they really cared about was whether or not he was happy.

After hearing what Dominic had to say, his parents had decided that Dominic's right to feel comfortable and happy in his own home was of utmost importance. They had then contacted Social Services and told them that they would have to make new arrangements for Ruth. Unfortunately, due to it being so close to Christmas at the time, it wasn't until the new year that the ball really started rolling. Steven and Iris Berrycloth had laid down some strict rules and arrangements for Ruth in order to ensure Dominic's safety while Social Services found a suitable home for her. But finally... Finally... The day had come for Ruth to move to her new home.

All of Ruth's belongings were packed and ready to go. When the car came to pick her up, the parting was brief but sweet. Dominic and Ruth held no animosity towards one another as Ruth had already apologised for her behaviour a long time ago when Steven and Iris had sat her down and talked to her about how her behaviour was inappropriate and the effect that it could have on someone.

Once Ruth had gone, Dominic sat idly watching TV as he contemplated who the next foster kid would be. He hoped they wouldn't be like Ruth was; he hoped it would be someone whom he would like.

***

Dylan and Michael had gotten up early so they could make the most of the increasingly good weather and the last day of the weekend before going back to school. After wolfing down their breakfast, they shouted their goodbyes as they ran out the back door to collect their bikes.

The recent sun had started to make the trees and flowers bloom beautiful colours of yellows, greens, reds, white, pinks and purples. The sweet scent of pollen filled the air. The warmth of the sun was pleasant. However, there was still a gentle breeze that kept the air crisp and cool.

The two boys rode their bikes around for a while before they decided to go to the park. They set their bikes down in the very same place where they had originally met several months prior, and then scrambled down into the dike.

The dike was a small stream that was no more than a ft deep and a meter wide. Young boys would regularly play along it, taking their shoes and socks off before wading in the water or catching frogs, worms, and bugs. Michael and Dylan had their own fun game, however. They would use whatever they could find around the place to build a dam. They would try out different building materials, different structures, different building methods, and they even dug trenches to reroute the water to different places. This is something that Dylan and Declan would regularly do together whenever they went to beaches. They would build dams and trenches as the tide was coming in. Once the tide finally reached their dam, the twins would frantically work to repair and fortify their failing structure. Of course, each and every damn would eventually fail as the sea consumed their hours of hard work. But they found the entire exercise immensely fun and they would still go back at the same time the following day and start all over again.

Having better building materials than just sand, seaweed, and shells, Michael and Dylan were able to build some rather impressive structures that would more than double the depth of the water. However, there was a finite limit to how high they could realistically build their dam as the water would simply break its shallow embankments and flow around and over their structure, usually leading to their dam failing and eventually falling apart. However, they found that watching their structure getting destroyed was a lot of fun too.

After several hours of dam building, the two boys began to get hungry.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for lunch," Michael said.

"Yeah, me too," Dylan replied. And so, the two boys climbed the small embankment and picked up their bikes and pushed them leisurely as they chatted and giggled away to one another.

Just before the exit gate to the park, three boys were hanging out on a bench. They looked to be about Michael's age. As Dylan and Michael got closer to them, one of them shouted out.

"Look at these pair of gay boys." The other two boys laughed at their friend's remark. Dylan, who still hadn't processed and gotten past his anger issues, gritted his teeth and balled his fists. He seriously wanted to knock their empty skulls from off their shoulders. However, there were three of them and even the smallest of the three boys was considerably bigger than 8-year-old Dylan. These guys had a good five years on him and he wouldn't stand a chance against just one of them.

"Is that your boyfriend," the same boy continued to taunt when he realised that he wasn't getting much of a rise out of Dylan and Michael. "The little pipsqueak looks too young for you, pedo-boy." This had the two other boys howling, laughing like hyenas.

"Shut the fuck up," Michael spat back. They were only a few feet away from the boys now. The main boy, who was clearly the leader of the group, shot up on his feet and stood directly in Michael's way. His face was mere inches away from Michael's, squaring up to him and trying to stare him down.

"Or what?" he said. "What's a pedo-boy like you going to do, huh?"

"Seriously get out of my way," Michael warned, staring back at the boy.

Dylan, who was seething with rage by now, dropped his bike and let out a loud "Raaaaaaaaaahh!!" as he pushed the much larger teen boy. The boy barely moved an inch but turned his attention to Dylan and started laughing. His two cronies followed suit of course.

Suddenly, the boy stopped laughing and pushed Dylan... Hard. The small 8-year-old boy flew backwards a solid 6ft before landing hard on his ass. When he hit the floor, he continued to slide backwards for another short distance.

The bully turned his head to look back at his friends and said, "Woah, did you see that little fucker fly?" And all three boys burst out into hysterical laughter. Michael, seeing what had just happened to Dylan, instantly dropped his bike.

"Hey, Dickweed," he said, tapping the boy on his shoulder.

"What?" the boy snapped back as he turned his head to look at Michael again. Although he didn't see Michael... He saw Michael's fist. *BAM!* It was a mighty punch that made a mighty sound.

The boy fell to the floor instantly. He was unconscious, had blood pouring from his nose, and had a busted lip. Of course, the other two boys stopped laughing right away and could only stare at Michael in utter shock.

"Does anyone else want one?" Michael said, daring the other boys to make a move. However, they simply shook their heads from side to side.

By this time, Dylan had stood up and was walking back to Michael.

"Come on, Dylan," Michael said while picking his bike up. "Grab your bike and let's leave these losers to it."

The unconscious boy was starting to wake up again and was making groaning noises as he lay there on the floor. Before Dylan picked his bike up, he looked down at the boy for a couple of seconds before booting him a good one in his side, causing him to cry out in more pain.

"Hey, Dylan, did you see that big fucker go down like a sack of shit?" Michael said smirking.

"He is a sack of shit," Dylan giggled while picking his bike up. Michael couldn't help but laugh.

The two boys calmly continued to push their bikes back home, leaving the boy on the ground groaning away while the other two boys still sat there, utterly stunned.

***

On the way back home, Chase couldn't get the incredibly hot sight of Hunter going down on Cole out of his head. By the time he'd gotten back to his flat, he had worked himself into a sexual frenzy. He knew he had to put the chicken in the oven to roast so he decided to do so in the hope that doing something might help deflate his painfully hard erection.

Once he had the chicken in the oven, he sat down on a chair with a sigh. That's when the doorbell rang.

Chase shot up and raced to the door and nearly ripped it off its hinges due to opening it so fast. Standing there, of course, was Oscar.

Oscar was always well-groomed and dapper. Today was no exception. He wore some light grey Armani jeans, paired with some grey and white Nike creps. On his top, he wore a black hoodie. But what really caught Chase's eye was Oscar's hair. Oscar usually wore his dark brown hair down but today, he was wearing it up in a sort of messy bed-head kind of look and Chase thought it made him look even hotter than he already did.

Oscar smiled and said, "Hey Cha—" But before he could finish speaking, Chase yanked him through the door and literally dragged him to his bedroom before pushing him onto the bed and pouncing on top of him.

"Happy to see me?" Oscar chuckled.

"You have no fucking idea," Chase said lustily before locking lips with his boyfriend. The two boys tongue wrestled for a good five minutes as they ground their hips and mashed the bulges in their jeans together.

Finally, Chase said, "D'ya want me to teach you some more stuff today?" He had a mischievous grin on his face and that made Oscar curious.

"Yes please," Oscar replied enthusiastically.

"Okay," Chase said. "Time to get naked then."

The two boys took their time undressing one another while they kissed and explored each other's bodies. The excitement and feelings they were experiencing were incredible. Being together like this felt perfect to both of them.

Once fully undressed, Chase got Oscar to lie on his back. Of course, Oscar complied and Chase began kissing his neck. He then worked his way down to his chest, lingering for a short while to lick and gently nibble at Oscar's nipples, making the boy's body shudder at the pleasurable sensation. Next, Chase continued kissing down to his boyfriend's belly button and that was when Oscar realised where Chase's final destination was going to be. His eyes widened, his heart raced, and his breathing sped up.

Seconds later, Chase was at his goal. Oscar's three-and-a-half inches of incredibly stiff boy meat throbbed slightly in time with his racing heart. After admiring the beautiful cocklet before him for a few seconds, Chase licked his lips slightly and, in one slow, assured motion, he took the entire thing into his mouth.

For Oscar, the sensation was like nothing he could describe. He was quiet for a second before letting go of a breath he didn't even know he was holding, into a long, low, satisfied moan. The sensation of the warm, wet inside of Chase's mouth and the texture of his tongue massaging his entire boyhood, as he slowly slurped and sucked his way up and down it, was mind-blowing.

Oscar placed a gentle hand on his lover's head and gently stroked at his blonde hair as he let Chase teach him further pleasures of the flesh. For Oscar, the only two people who existed at that moment were Chase and himself as he felt the waves of intense pleasure roll over him like the endless waves of the ocean.

After about ten minutes or so, Chase upped his speed and it had the desired effect. Oscar's moans quickly sped up along with his breathing. A few moments later, his chest was rising and falling rapidly as his orgasm roared towards him like a speeding truck.

"Oh... Bloody hell, Chase," he cried. "P-Please don't stop." Of course, Chase had no intention of doing such a thing.

Moments later, Oscar let out a high-pitched cry as his orgasm struck him. He instinctively thrust his hips upwards, his buttocks leaving the bed, as he gasped and panted through the most intense dry orgasm he had ever had in his young life. Chase, still with Oscar's pulsating boyhood in his mouth, slowed the sucking and only massaged his dick gently with his tongue. Chase also reached underneath Oscar and gently placed his hands on that perfect bubble butt and gently kneaded his perfect little globes until Oscar's spent body hit the bed again. Oscar's head was swimming and it took a few seconds for his vision to return fully as he lay there gasping and gulping for the oxygen his body was craving for.

"Oh... Wow..." he finally managed to say. Chase had scooted up beside him and was gently rubbing his chest. "That was bloody intense."

"Yeah, I thought you were gonna flatline on me," Chase said with a chuckle before giving his boyfriend a sweet kiss on his cheek, and then cuddling into him, waiting for him to recover fully.

"Okay, your turn now," Oscar finally said a few minutes later.

"I thought you'd never ask," Chase replied with a cheeky grin spread across his face.

***

"Dominic, there's someone on the phone for you," Steven called out to his son. Dominic jumped up from his bed and ran to the hallway where his dad was holding the phone for him.

"Thanks, Dad," he said, taking the phone from him. "Hello?" he said, talking into the phone.

"Hey, D, it's Nate. How's it going, bro?"

"Oh hey, Nathan. Really good actually," Dominic replied in a chirpy tone.

"What's got you in such a good mood then, huh?" Nathan asked with a chuckle.

"Ruth's finally gone. She left today."

"Oh cool. So now you're Ruthless?" Nathan replied before chortling and choking with laughter at his joke.

Dominic let out a small chuckle, shook his head and said, "Dude, that's such a dad joke."

"Yeah, well it made you laugh.

"Anyways, my parents are out shopping and my little brother just left to play basketball on the park, so I have a free house for a few hours. Fancy coming to celebrate the fact that you're now free from the she-beast?"

"Yeah man, for sure," Dominic said with a grin as he felt his dick start to chub slightly at the thought of exactly what 'celebrate' meant. "Uhh, I just need to shower first though. I'll be there in about half an hour."

"Okay cool. See you soon D,"

"See ya," Dominic said before putting down the phone. "Mum, Dad," he shouted. "I'm going to Nathan's house after a shower."

"Okay, sweetie," Iris shouted back. And with that, Dominic raced to the bathroom to get showered and ready for Nathan.

***

Chase lay there, breathing heavily as his head cleared from the explosive orgasm Oscar had given him. He felt his boyfriend lie down beside him and put an arm over his bare chest. The feeling of the boys' warm, naked bodies in contact with one another was enchanting for both of them.

"Did I do it good?" Oscar asked meekly. Chase turned onto his side so they were face-to-face. He smiled a warm smile and put an arm around his lover before pulling him further into him before kissing him slowly and passionately while his hand gently caressed his back and buttocks.

When they finally broke the kiss, Chase whispered, "You did it perfect." Oscar smiled proudly.

The two boys held their embrace, enjoying the sensation of being so close to someone so special to them as they stared lovingly into each other's eyes.

Oscar had a feeling building deep inside himself. A feeling he had never felt before. It had started the night before. However, with every second he spent with Chase, the feeling was getting stronger and stronger. It came from deep within his chest and burned its way throughout his entire being, throughout his soul. It was almost like a craving but it was much more complicated; it was a whole tangled web of emotions and feelings. There was a main feeling of overwhelming happiness, a happiness that just made him want to burst into tears. However, there were tones of fear and worry attached, that also made him want to burst into tears. But there was also thrill and excitement. This new feeling confused him. He tried his best to process what he was feeling as he stared into Chase's deep dark eyes.

"Your hair makes you look even more fucking sexy than usual," Chase said, snapping Oscar out of his thoughts before blushing.

"I didn't know if you'd like it or not. I was just going to put it down like normal if you didn't. But... Well... You didn't exactly give me a chance to ask," Oscar replied with a sweet chuckle.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Chase said as he giggled. "It's just today I saw... I found out... Uh, actually, I'll tell you about it while we eat."

"Ummm, okaaaay?" Oscar said in a confused tone. "What are you cooking for me anyway? You wouldn't tell me yesterday." Oscar then sniffed at the aroma of the chicken cooking in the oven that had started filling the entire flat. "Smells like turkey... Or..." he sniffed again. "Maybe chicken."

Chase simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "You'll have to wait and see." Oscar simply made a faux sad face. "It's only going to take another forty-five minutes or so. But you're gonna have to wait here for a few minutes while I go put the rest of the food on."

"Awhh, you're leaving me," Oscar said, giving Chase his best puppy dog eyes.

"I'd never leave you," Chase replied before giving Oscar a soft kiss on his lips. "But I do need to pop into the kitchen real quick. I'll only be a couple of minutes."

"Fineee," Oscar said, acting sassy and rolling his eyes comically. "But I want another kiss first." Of course, Chase was more than happy to oblige.

A few minutes later, the kiss was over and Chase hopped up and raced to the kitchen. Oscar could hear the sounds of pans clattering and clanging, water running, and more clanging. As he waited for his lover to return, he looked around Chase's bedroom. It was neat and tidy. However, Oscar wondered to himself if it was always this tidy. He saw Chase's collection of cups and medals for football games he had won and participated in. There were Nottingham Forest Football Club posters on the wall, which matched his red Nottingham Forest curtains. He saw that Chase also had quite the collection of children's and young adult fiction on a bookshelf, which was surprising to him as he never considered Chase would be into books.

Looking around a little more, he saw that, on Chase's desk, there were some framed photos. He hopped off the bed to get a better look. There were a couple of photos of the entire Yellow Tops football team with Chase front and centre. There was a couple of Chase and Cole. And a few more of Chase with other school friends.

But then, Oscar noticed one photo frame faced down on the desk. Curious, he lifted it up to see a picture of Chase. He looked to be about 5 or 6 years old and had a big warm smile on his face. On either side of him knelt two adults, a man and a woman, whom Oscar figured were Chase's parents. They were hugging him tightly and smiling happily too. It looked like a perfect family photo of a perfect family. However, although he had only been at the school and known Chase for just over a fortnight or so, Oscar knew enough about Chase and his family life to know that his family were deadbeat parents who were practically never home to look after their son. And so, he began to wonder how such a perfect-looking family could change so drastically.

"Right, everything is cooking now," Chase said as he entered his bedroom, making Oscar jump and nearly drop the photo he was holding.

"Is this your mother and father?" Oscar asked, handing the photo to Chase.

"Yeah," Chase replied before breathing sharply out of his nose in some sort of ironic half-laugh.

"You look so sweet and happy there. You all do."

"Yeah, it was back when they actually gave a shit about me," Chase replied as he looked longingly at the photo.

"What happened?"

Chase sighed and threw the photo into a drawer and said, "I'll tell you some other time. Today is about me and you and nothing else." He approached Oscar and draped his arms over his shoulders and around his neck before drawing his boyfriend in for a long, deep kiss.

***

Dominic approached Nathan's house with a spring in his step. Ruth's reign of terror was over and he was going to spend the afternoon with his bestie, which almost certainly was going to involve some sexy-time fun or, at the very least, a steamy makeout session.

Once at the door, he knocked. A few moments later, he heard the sound of Nathan's footsteps banging down the stairs before the door clicked open.

"D!" Nathan shouted excitedly.

"Nate!" Dominic shouted just as excitedly before hopping into the house and sharing a bro hug with his best friend.

"Com'on, I'm just playing some Streets Of Rage on the Sega. You can join in and tell me about the she-beast leaving." Nathan then turned and ran up the stairs. Dominic was right behind him and swatted Nathan's ass playfully.

After playing Sega for half an hour or so, the two boys decided to put down their controllers and start making out for a while before seeing where they might end up. However, little did they know, someone was approaching the house.

*

Christopher had decided to take a short break from playing basketball with his friends to grab a sandwich and a drink from home. He opened the door to his house and headed straight for the kitchen, where he would wash his hands and start making himself his favourite sandwich: peanut butter and farmyard raspberry jam. However, just as he finished his marvellous creation, he heard sounds coming from the room above. Knowing exactly what the sounds were, he decided to go get a look.

Christopher moved silently up the stairs, stopped at Nathan's bedroom door and listened intently. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard smooching sounds. Trying not to giggle, the 10-year-old slowly opened the door as quietly as he could. He didn't open the door even halfway. However, it was open wide enough for him to get a great view of his 13-year-old brother straddling his 12-year-old best friend as the two made out passionately, and this wasn't the first time he had seen this either. While watching the show in front of him, Christopher's boyhood began to stiffen.

"Oh, crud!" Dominic exclaimed as soon as he caught a glimpse of Christopher from the corner of his eye. Nathan's eyes widened and he swung his head around to see his little brother standing in the doorway watching them.

"Oh my god, Christopher! What have I told you about doing that, you little shit!" he cried out.

Christopher laughed and chanted, "Kissy-kissy boyfriends, kissy-kissy boyfriends," as he hopped up and down.

"Hey, I've told you before, we're not boyfriends," Nathan corrected as he climbed off of Dominic. "Besides, it looks like you like what you see... Again," he continued cockily as he looked down at the bulge in his little brother's jogging bottoms.

"Kissy-kissy boyfr—" Christopher instantly stopped his chanting and hopping and quickly turned a deep red. "Hey!" he protested, causing the two older boys to laugh.

"I'm sorry little bro, but you deserve it for spying on us again."

Christopher let out a sigh of defeat and said, "Yeah, I suppose so."

"What are you doing home anyway? I thought you were at the park with your buddies?" Dominic chimed in.

Christopher gasped and said, "Oh my god. My sandwich!" before running out of the room, down the stairs, grabbing his sandwich and a bottle of water and shouting "Bye guys!" up the stairs and running out of the house with a slam of the door behind him. Dominic and Nathan looked at one another, bemusement on their faces.

"That kid is bonkers," Nathan said shaking his head. The two boys shared a giggle as they were more than used to Christopher's crazy antics. No matter how crazy he was though, he was just one of those boys that you just couldn't dislike and Nathan loved his little brother dearly.

***

"Okay, keep your eyes closed. No peeking," Chase said as he led Oscar through to the kitchen. "Right, there's a chair here," he continued as he shuffled a chair behind his boyfriend. "You can sit down." Slowly, and without opening his eyes, Oscar sat. "Okay, you can open your eyes now." Slowly, Oscar opened his eyes and then gasped.

In front of him was an impressive spread. There was a whole roast chicken, bowls of all different kinds of vegetables, a big bowl of creamy mashed potato, a tray of crispy roast potatoes, stuffing balls, a big jug of thick gravy, and, of course, big, homemade Yorkshire puddings. The table was set with plates, silverware, and wine glasses. In a wine cooler sat a bottle of Prosecco. And in the very middle of the table were two lit candles, along with a small glass vase with a single rose in it. Chase had really pulled out all the stops, and Oscar could tell.

"You... You did this all by yourself... Just for me?" he asked as he fought to hold back a tear.

"Yeah. And it was totally worth it to see that look on your face," Chase replied with a big smile.

"It's perfect," Oscar stated as he stood back up to hug his boyfriend.

After the emotions cooled, Chase carved up the chicken and the boys filled their plates before filling their bellies.

"Would you like a glass?" Chase asked as he pulled the wrapping and the wire cork cap from the top of the bottle of Prosecco.

"Uh... I've never had wine before. Mother and Father drink loads of it." Oscar thought for a moment and continued. "Oh, go on then. I'll try a glass."

Chase smiled before aiming the cork away from the table as he pushed it up and off the bottle with a loud *POP*. The cork went flying and bounced off a wall... And then another wall before landing in the kitchen sink, as frothy Prosecco flew forth from the end of the bottle for a second or two, leaving a puddle on the floor.

"I swear to god, that never normally happens," Chase said jovially and Oscar couldn't help but laugh loudly at the innuendo and the whole scene, nearly choking on his food. Chase chuckled along and filled the glasses.

The two boys talked about everything and nothing as they ate and drank. They took their time with the food instead of stuffing their faces as quickly as possible, which was the customary way boys their age would usually eat.

"So, what was it you were going to tell me?" Oscar asked inquisitively.

"Oh. Uh, I forgot about that," Chase stammered as he considered whether he should actually tell Oscar the news or not.

"Yeah, you said you saw? Something??"

Chase blushed and said, "I found out..." He paused for a moment. "Cole and Hunter are dating now."

"Huh, you mean they're boyfriends?"

Chase nodded. "Yeah, they got together yesterday, like we did."

"Wow, I could see Hunter possibly liking boys, but not so much Cole."

"Well, I think Cole is the one who wears the trousers in that relationship," Chase replied with a giggle.

"Huh, why do you think that?"

"Just a hunch," Chase's giggle turned into a smirk.

Once the boys had finished eating, Chase cleared away the plates and bowls, putting leftovers into Tupperware for tomorrow's dinner. He pulled the dessert from the oven and left it to cool a while as the two boys sat and let their dinner go down with another glass of Prosecco.

Starting to feel rather tipsy and giggly from the sparkling wine, the boys decided to hold off on finishing the bottle and Chase served up the warm apple crumble with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream. Oscar was impressed.

"Where did you learn to cook so well? I can barely make toast without burning it," he asked, slightly slurring his words from the effects of the alcohol.

Chase shrugged and said, "I guess I just had to learn over time. It's not like anyone else is going to cook for me."

"Oh, Chase. I-I'm sor—"

"No, it's fine. Honestly. It's actually kind of nice not having to rely on parents and having the whole flat to myself most of the time."

And, at that moment, as if life was playing some sort of sick joke on him, Chase heard a key going into the door of the flat and starting to unlock it.

"Shit! We need to go to my room, NOW!" Chase said. Thinking fast he threw his entire bowl of apple crumble into the bin, hoping that his parents wouldn't take in all the evidence that someone else was there. This was the one time he hoped they were coming home high off their asses; so high that they wouldn't notice or care.

"Huh?" said a shocked and totally oblivious Oscar.

"Come on!" Chase said, as he literally pulled Oscar to his feet and dragged him out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him, just in time to hear mumbling voices entering the flat. "Shit! Why now? Why today?"

"Is that your parents?" asked a stunned Oscar.

"Yeah," Chase said with a sigh. "And they'll make a total scene if they know you're here. The both of them are proper dick-weeds."

The very tipsy Oscar couldn't help but giggle. "Dick-weeds. Hehehe."

"Shuuushh, you drunk-ass," an equally tipsy Chase tried to say with a straight face but couldn't help but also let out a stifled giggle. "I hope they don't go into the kitchen."

"Chase!" Chase's dad called out loudly.

"Fuck. Shit. Hide. Uhh, in here." Chase opened his wardrobe and pulled Oscar over to it.

"Chase!?" his dad called again.

"I'll just be a minute. Let me get rid of him," Chase said panicking slightly.

"You're face is sexyful."

Chase grinned and shook his head slightly.

"Chase?" his dad called again. This time with a bang on his door.

"Shit!" Chase said. "One minute!" He gave Oscar a quick kiss on his lips before closing the wardrobe door and bolting over to open his bedroom door.

His father stood there and stared down at him. Chase gulped.

"Chase," his dad said. His eyes were bloodshot red and he swayed tiredly. "I need a lighter."

Chase breathed a sigh of relief before rushing over to his desk and retrieving a lighter from one of its drawers. He could hear muffled giggles coming from the wardrobe and he tried his hardest to keep a straight face. He rushed back to his dad, stumbling and nearly tripping over on the way.

"Here," he said, handing his father the lighter. His dad simply nodded and slowly turned and walked away. Thankful that it was over, Chase quickly closed his bedroom door and leaned his back on it while he collected his thoughts.

A few moments later, he heard a slow and light knocking coming from his wardrobe. He headed over to it to let Oscar know the coast was clear. However, before he got there, the door burst open and out fell Oscar who landed on the floor.

"Shit! Are you alright?" Chase asked as he ran to Oscar and kneeled down to help him up.

"Hey... Hey, Chase," Oscar slurred between giggles. "I'm... I'm out of the closet now." Both boys burst into fits of laughter. However, they were getting a bit loud.

"Shhhh, we have to be quiet," Chase hushed quietly.

"Shhh," Oscar said, putting a finger to his lips. Although he still continued to giggle quietly.

"You're so funny and cute when you're drunk," Chase said before leaning down and giving Oscar a long, deep kiss.

"Wow," was all Oscar could say when Chase finally pulled away.

Chase simply smiled and said, "Com'on, let's sneak out and go out somewhere. I want to show you some cool places."

Oscar gasped, "Sneak out? You're so naughty." Chase smiled and simply shook his head.

"Come on. If we climb through my bedroom window then we'll be on the front balcony. I used to use it to sneak out when my parents grounded me... Back when they gave a shit about me."

Chase expertly hopped out first and helped the wobbly Oscar out next as they both stifled giggles. The two boys shared a brief kiss before they headed out on their little drunken adventure.

***

Dylan was sat under his bed reading Matilda by Roald Dahl. He loved practically everything that he had read from the author so far, especially The Enormous Crocodile, The Twits, Fantastic Mr Fox, James and the Giant Peach, and Revolting Rhymes. He loved Quentin Blake's illustration style, too. He was well and truly into the story when there was a gentle knock at the bedroom door. He knew it wasn't Michael as it was his room too, and he would simply walk in without knocking. Besides, Michael had gone to hang out with some of his friends that were his age. This didn't bother Dylan at all. In fact, he enjoyed having his own space and time to read and sometimes think, although thinking could often be a dangerous pastime.

"Come in," he said softly. The door slowly creaked open and his two foster parents, David and Anna walked into the room.

"Hey Champ, what you reading?" David asked.

"Matilda by Wwold Dahl," Dylan said, smiling and holding the book up.

"Ohh, I love that one," David replied. Dylan simply smiled and nodded sweetly.

"Dylan, we have something exciting to talk to you about," Anna said. "May we come and sit with you and talk about it?" The boy's smile changed to a look of suspicion but he nodded and climbed onto his bed anyway. Anna sat down next to him. But David came and picked the boy up and gave him a little shake, making him laugh, before sitting down on the bed with Dylan on his lap. A few moments of quiet between all three of them had Dylan looking around slightly anxiously.

"So, we've just got off the phone with social services, Dylan," David started. "And there's some exciting news: Today, a new foster home placement has opened up not too far away from where you used to live. If you would like to go then it will only take a few weeks to sort out all the paperwork."

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Again, sorry for the late release on this one.
Also, I have created a timeline for everything that has happened so far. It may help you understand my weird writing style a little better. You can view it here:
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