Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2020 08:22:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Life as a Foster Kid Part 3 (Young Friends) I didn't last at my next home, the older boy groped me, I kicked him in the balls and he convinced his mum I was violent. I ended up in other homes, lasting a week here, a few weeks there. Sometimes I'd be bullied, sometimes I'd bully, I made sure I was seen to be tough, after all I didn't want to do any sex stuff with boys again. I thought about sex, I wanked off although my dick wasn't the biggest, average for my age i hoped. And it was continuing to grow. Still, it all worked ok, but I wanted to play with it in private, not with other boys. I learned though how to handle myself against bigger boys . I fought my corner, maybe a bit too much a lot of time, and sometimes literally, it may seem petty but when you don't have much, fighting over an extra pillow suddenly becomes important. So I ended up on my "last chance.". Although I doubted this was true, I mean they wouldn't leave me on the street. I guess maybe it would be back to Gary's if this didn't work and I wasn't keen on that. So there I was, in the car being driven to my new home. Pete and Mary, that was the name of my foster parents. Sounded normal enough but one thing I had learned, abnormal is the new normal when it comes to foster families. However, my first impression of them was good. Mary gave me a big hug and Pete did too. I sensed they were familiar with dealing with kids like me, they seemed to know what to do to put me at my ease. There were three other foster children living with them, a red haired boy my age called Gaz, a 17 year old girl called Andie and a 8 year old called Sarah. There was an older boy called Jeremy who was now at University. The house wasn't big and it already had the feel of a madhouse. I was to be sharing a room with Gaz, he seemed excited, bobbing up and down, with his red hair flashing in the sunlight. "Yes! Another brother!" He kept saying over and over again. He excitedly took my hand and took me upstairs and showed me our room, it wasn't big, a couple of chest of drawers, a table and a big double bed. "Er.....where do I sleep?" I asked. As I said that Pete came in, "Give us a moment Gaz" he said who left the room and Pete shut the door. " I'm sorry Sam, this was a bit unexpected, we weren't going to foster anyone new for a while. But we're very happy to have you, however when Jeremy left we gave Gaz his room and turned Gaz's old room into a study. I'll look into getting bunk beds or single beds for you but we're a bit short of cash at the moment, so for now you'll have to share a bed, or sleep,on the sofa downstairs if you're uncomfortable with it". He said. I knew from previous foster homes that hadn't worked out that real estate was key. If I went downstairs to the sofa, well I might never get a room and end up staying down there for ever. So while I wasn't keen on sharing a bed there was no fucking way I was going to let Gaz have the bed to himself, I wanted this room, or at least half of it! After all, I needed my own space and a sofa wouldn't cut it, "Thank you Pete, it's not ideal but I don't want to be any trouble, I'll share the bed for now" I said, sitting on it feeling a bit down. I don't know what I was expecting but I guess I dreamed of that rich family who were desperate for a son they could adopt and treat as their own, with my own room, my own bathroom, my own TV, oh well, as I knew, life wasn't like that for foster boy's like me. Pete sat next to me and put his arm around me, I stiffened but didn't pull away. "Hey I've been there, in your shoes. I know what it's like Sam. I was a foster kid too and so was Mary. It's why we foster kids, we want to create a family atmosphere, make you feel loved. This house is a safe space, you never need to feel threatened or unsafe again. I know it might seem like a mad house but no one will make you do anything you want to. And on that note, cards on the table, you're a teenage boy, I know what the hormones are like. What happens in your room with Gaz is up to the two of you, as long as it's consensual and you don't make too much noise we don't care!" He said with a wink. I blushed bright red, I was fairly sure NOTHING was going to happen in that room. I'd probably even wank in the bathroom, not sure I'd manage to do it with someone else in the room, even if they were asleep. After what I'd done with Dwayne, Carl and Robbie boys I was about to give angry retort. But Pete didn't know and actually it was a long time ago now, I was fine with it. I'd put it down to a life experience, a lesson about being too trustful. However I had decided I wouldn't be forced or tricked again. But I was also thinking, hmm doing sex stuff together with another boy? With anyone?! Could I? After what had happened? Dunno, maybe it would be fun? After all the twins and Dwayne certainly enjoyed what I did to them. It would be nice to maybe have it done to me. But no, be careful Sam, don't think with your dick, think with your brain. It did make me wonder what sort of situation I had walked into though? Was this a situation where they just turned a blind eye if abuse went on? Not that Gaz was any bigger than me, I could fight him off. Pete saw my expression and squeezed on my shoulder, "Sorry, maybe I've said too much, just trying to make you feel comfortable here. A few years ago Gaz walked in on Jeremy with another boy and it was all a bit awkward, that's why there is a lock on the door now! I wanted to let you know it is ok if you wanted to do stuff.". This was all a bit embarrassing and it looked like it was about to get worse as Pete continued talking... "I'd highly advise against getting sexually involved with girls at this age, but hormones are hormones. If you do end up with a girlfriend and want to take things further then let me know and I'll get you condoms, it's much better than the alternative. Basically, I want to protect you and I want you to feel protected. You certainly don't have to mess around with girls or boys, it's just ok if you do want to. It's important to us that you feel safe and secure here. Gaz is not the sort of boy to force you to do anything , I don't even know if he's interested in that sort of thing, I was just putting it out there. We don't judge and we're a family that you're now a part of, we stick together and we support each other" he said. I smiled and said thanks. Maybe this time I had landed on my feet. But appearances can be deceiving, I was well aware of that. So for now I'd keep my eyes wide open and see how things worked out. I was used to sharing a room in foster homes so I was ok with sharing with Gaz, just would have been nice for once to get my own one..