I'm Danny, a teenager living in an adult foster care home. I'm not actually in foster care – my parents run an adult foster care home with nine adult men, mostly in their twenties and thirties. They used to be in Special Education in school, but once they graduate, they have to go somewhere. Some can handle independent living while some need so much medical attention that they have to be institutionalized. The rest go into adult foster care.

My parents get a monthly stipend for each of the men here and they generally hang out and watch TV much of the day. Our house is an old one with a number of small bedrooms, so each guy can have his own private room. Each of the guys have their own quirks I just had to get used to. Jason would go into the bathroom to take a leak and come out without putting his cock away. Mom would get really upset about it, but Dad and I would just tell him to put it away and he did – that was the end of it (until next time).

I got to see Jason's cock quite a bit, and sometimes I would handle it, which he really liked. I stroked him to erection, but never made him cum – that somehow seemed like crossing a forbidden line. Just handling him seemed pretty harmless. My parents didn't know, and there was no reason for them to. I'd been handling Jason since I was nine and it was our little secret.

As I entered puberty things changed for me. I found myself getting aroused – sometimes from thinking about girls and sometimes from internet porn. Once I was able to cum I would jack-off several times a day. The internet provided a lot of different kinds of porn, and I was fascinated by cocksucking. I would think about Jason's cock and what it would be like to suck it. I didn't know if Jason ever jacked off – perhaps he didn't know how. He certainly didn't have the social skills to have a relationship, so probably had never had sex in his entire life! That seemed like such a shame. I couldn't help thinking about sucking his cock when I jacked off, and it became my favorite jack-off fantasy.

One day I decided to act on my kinky desires. The next time I handled Jason's cock I decided to suck him. I invited him into my room, which is where I usually handled him. I got on my knees and took him into my mouth and Jason became alarmed. "Don't bite it off!" he cried, "Please don't hurt me!"

I immediately pulled off and replied, "I'm not gonna hurt you – I'm just gonna help you, but you have to promise to be very quiet about it."

Jason agreed and I resumed sucking. He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled a little while i sucked. In a few minutes he gave me my first mouthful of cum. And what a mouthful it was! He had probably never cum before and this was his first load – and a really big one!

It was strong tasting and very different from anything else. I swallowed and pulled off Jason. "Now put yourself away," I told him.

"Thanks for the help Danny," Jason said, "You're such a good guy."

After Jason left my room I had to jack-off and now knew I that cocksucking was for me!

Over the next few weeks I sucked Jason off regularly and we both loved it. At first it was always in my room, but there were many occasions when he would ask for my "help" elsewhere. Sometimes I would tell him to wait until we were in my room, and other times I would suck him where he was. He always came quickly, so we only needed a few minutes uninterrupted.

One day another guy, Jeremy approached me and said, "Help Jeremy?"

"What do you want me to help you with?" I asked, not making the connection.

"Like Jason," he said, and I immediately understood. I took him into my room and told him to get ready for my help. He took out his cock, which was still soft, but I sucked him and soon he was fully erect. In a few minutes he came, and not Jeremy came to me for help regularly.

I didn't know it at the time, but Jason had told Jeremy about my helping, and urged them all to get my help. One by one they came to me and once I sucked them it became routine. Soon I was sucking them all off several times a week, which worked out great for all of us.

One day when my parents were gone, we were all sitting in the backyard, which was fenced in and very private. One of the guys asked if I could help and I agreed. I got on my knees and began to suck him, and all the guys took out their cocks and got in line.

So there I was, with my own suck line in my back yard, when suddenly I heard a woman scream and looked up to see my parents looking at me in horror. "What the hell is going on?" demanded Dad, and the line quickly broke up.

"Everyone to your rooms!" barked Dad, "Except you Danny."

The guys cleared out of the back yard in a flash and I felt very alone. My parents sat down and told me to do the same. "Did they make you do this?" Dad asked.

"No," I said, "I did it voluntarily – I like doing it."

My parents were in shock, and I was sure they were really ashamed and disappointed in me. I just looked down at the ground.

"How long has this been going on?" asked Dad.

"A couple of months now," I replied, "But I've been sucking Jason for years."

"Did he make you do it?" he asked.

"No," I replied, "I made the first move – Dad I admit that I'm a faggot."

"That's such a terrible word!" Mom exclaimed.

"Danny," continued Dad, "I'm okay with you being gay – I would rather you were straight because it would make your life easier, but we love you just the same. I'm not sure about you doing this with adults though."

Then Mom pointed out that she'd seen a difference in behavior among the guys – they were much more calm over the last couple of months – much less aggressive and more cooperative.

Dad agreed, and said, "I don't condone this, but perhaps it's for the best – we won't stand in your way, but please do it in private, okay?"

I agreed and was thrilled at the outcome. I went to see each of the guys and explained that everything is okay, but we need to be private about it. Those I hadn't yet sucked off I blew at that time.

On my birthday Mom and Dad took me out to a nice restaurant to celebrate. They told me that they were really proud of me and all that I had done to make our household more tranquil. I guess they just couldn't bring themselves to say they were proud that I was a cocksucker, but that's what it amounted to. Anyway, I was certainly proud to be a cocksucker, and thought I'd become a pretty good one.

That night Dad was sitting on the back porch, drinking a beer. I sat next to him and said, "Dad, you know how I help the guys out?" Dad nodded, smiling at my choice of words.

"Well," I continued, "If you ever need it, I would be glad to help you as well."

"Danny, you're my son!" he replied, "I could never do that!"

"What's the difference?" I said, "I'm just offering – there might be a time you need it."

"Thanks, but I don't think so," he said, and I got up to leave.

"Just one thing," Dad said, and I paused.

"It was really brave of you to offer," he said.

"I just hope you'll be brave enough to recognize your need when it happens," I replied and departed.

It was over a month later when Dad woke me and said, "I could use some help."

He was standing there in his shorts with his cock out. I reached for it and fondled him to erection and then leaned toward him and took him in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him and soon he gave me his load. I found his load especially welcomed – it was wonderful to suck Dad!

Abruptly he pulled out and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," and quickly left.

The next morning, I approached Dad and as soon as we made eye contact he said, "Danny, I'm so sorry – I should never have done that – please don't tell Mom."

"I won't tell Mom," I replied, "But I'm really glad you did – it made me feel especially close to you, and I hope you'll do it again."

"Really?" Dad asked, "I never thought of it that way!"

After that Dad would come to my bedroom a couple of times a week. I told him that sucking him that way worked out well, but I'd be glad to do it other times or places.

One Saturday Dad had to go into town to pick up a couple of things and asked me to come with him. "Danny, you said that you felt closer to me when you sucked me," he said.

"Yes," I confirmed, "For me it's kind of special."

"It is for me as well," Dad agreed, "I feel so much closer to you now."

"Too bad we always have to do it in the dark," I lamented.

"We don't," said Dad, "We just need to be somewhere private."

"Any time you want it all you have to do is offer it to me," I said, "I'll be glad to respond."

In a few minutes Dad pulled off into a road-side park and said, "How about here?"

I eagerly got out of the car with Dad and we walked into the nearby woods. There was a path that we followed into a clearing. It looked like it may have been used for this in the past, so I dropped to my knees and Dad turned to me and unzipped. He took out his cock and offered it to me. It was nice to see Dad's cock in the light of day. It was similar to the other guys, but really special because it was Dad's!

I took him into my mouth and lovingly sucked, intent on doing the very best job I could. As I sucked, I looked up and made eye contact with Dad. He smiled and I knew for sure this was where I wanted to be. I liked sucking almost any cock, but most of all I liked sucking Dad the very best!

Nothing brings a father and son closer than cocksucking!

  To be continued . . .

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