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By Chris Carr
“You know why I’ve been called, Mr.
“Yes, but those charges were
“Still, when a report like that is
“Yes, yes, Mr. Lyons but as you can
see, the boys are fine.”
A couple of scantily clad youths busy
about the front room, Henri glanced at them, his attention returning to Edward.
“If it’s alright with you, Mr.
Myers, I’d like to check on the youth in question in private.”
His shoulders dropping, Edward called
Na’im over. Like most of the kids in Edward’s foster home, he’d been
shuffled in and out of the system. Small in stature, there was a glint in his
eyes that spoke of his year’s abuse. His hair pulled into a short ponytail,
the frayed ends of it formed a ball behind his head.
“Na’im, Mr. Myers would like to talk
with you.” Holding him with a poignant gaze, Edward squeezed his hand, a
silent warning. Releasing him, he watched as the case worker escorted him to
another room. Heart pounding, he hoped Na’im understood the meaning of his
In the room Henri tried putting the
attractive boy at ease by assuring him he wasn’t in trouble and that he could
talk freely. He’d had this conversation so many times he said it almost as an
afterthought. More times than he could account he’d been summoned to some
foster or group home, some juvenile at risk. From physical abuse to pure
neglect, he’d seen it all.
“Are you liking it here?” He
started, gazing into the attractive youngster’s eyes. Nodding, Na’im looked
away. “Are you having any problems?” Shaking his head, he studied the floor.
Lifting his head, Henri looked straight into his eyes.
“Na’im, there was an incident at the
hospital the other night. Anything you want to tell me?” Blinking, Na’im
shook his head once more, his eyes darting away. Glancing at the bandage on his
wrist Henri said,
“May I see it?” Timidly offering his
hand to the man, Na’im stared as he examined it. “Does it hurt?”
Hesitating, Na’im gnawed on his
fingernail. Finally hunching his shoulders, he studied the floor again.
“Can you tell me how it happened?”
“I fell,” he quietly answered.
“Fell where?” Blinking, Na’im
“In the yard. Me and Santos were
playing good cop/bad cop and I tripped when I was tryna run away and fell on my
As Henri gazed into his eyes, Na’im
looked away. Whether he was lying or not he wasn’t certain but didn’t
press the issue. According to state protocol he was required to examine him for
bruises or any other tell-tell signs but he was reluctant to do so. However, to
soothe his conscience, he had the youth stand and raise his shirt.
His svelte, smooth form exposed, Henri
examined his creamy brown skin for any bruises, burn marks or other contusions.
Quietly obeying Henri’s request to raise his shirt, Na’im had pulled it
clear past his nipples. Momentarily distracted, Henri took note how one nipple
was larger than the other, the nipple in question puffy and slightly protruding.
Puberty, he noted, aware that, were he to touch it, he might find the nipple
tender to the touch.
“Ok, Na’im,” He said, allowing the
boy to drop his shirt. Standing, he led the boy back up front where Edward
“Mr. Myers, although things seem to
check out, there are still several violations…”
“Yes, I know, but funding has been
very tight. I’ve been asking for money to replace the carpet and paint.”
Nodding, Henri made notes on his clipboard. “I understand that funding is tight, still, if these violations aren’t addressed, I’ll be forced to call in Child Protective Services.” Ripping a copy of his report from the triplicate, he handed it to Edward.
He was still staring at the paper, long
after the case worker left. Where the hell was he going to get money to make all
the repairs listed was beyond him. The state going through its own financial
crisis, funding had dwindled, what little he’d garnered acquired by sheer hook
Still in his prime, like most guys his
age Edward was perpetually horny. Years before his first foster child, had
someone told him he’d be up to his elbows in sex, he never would’ve believed
it. On a whim he’d applied to become a foster parent, no one more surprised
than he when the state granted him his first guardianship.
Abandoned at an early age, the youth
quickly learned to fend for himself. With
his sinewy form and willful attitude, Ricky was no picnic. Street hardened and
hardy, he was not only reluctant to Edward’s advances, he was downright
defiant. Wiggling away and on a few occasions taking swings at him, Edward
feared he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
More than once he’d run off, sending
Edward into a near panic, searching the rural surroundings of his house. His
third time running away, he’d narrowly escaped a hungry wolf, Edward scaring
the beast off with a fallen tree limb.
When he brought him home that day, there
was a notable difference, as if he’d finally accepted his fate. That night
when Edward fondled him beneath the covers, he didn’t resist. Before long the
sullen youth became a reluctant player in the horny man’s games, willing
himself to comply.
Night after night Edward would make
advances until eventually he became willing to lick the head of his dick. The
mere sight of the willful youngster lapping away at his knob super erotic, it
wasn’t long before he’d grant him a face full of hot cum.
Ricky would always retreat when Edward
began spurting but he’d hold him in place, ensuring he was properly doused.
Those early trysts with the attractive
youth exhilarating, Edward’s lust for more quickly grew. Ricky growing older,
he acquired two more boys, Rashaud, a mocha-brown youth with the most alluring
eyes and the olive-brown Santos. An overloaded system gladly turning them over
to the man with little to no background check, such was the plight of the
government’s overtaxed foster care system.
Breaking each youth in, he soon had his
choice of not only various ages, but ethnic backgrounds and temperaments. From
the reluctant to what Edward had convinced himself was the bi-curious, each boy
offered something unique. And with the aid of an overwhelmed system, the boys’
fates were soon sealed. With abandoned children overflowing its doors, workers
tended to turn their heads at potential problems. It was easier to throw money
at it than resolve it.
That is, until Henri came along. Unlike
the previous case workers, so burdened with impossible caseloads they barely had
time to see all their clients, Henri was not only thorough but disturbingly
relentless. His first visit to Edward’s house, he’d cited him for several
violations, some Edward never heard of.
Now, the man breathing down his neck, he
was plagued with not only the challenges of houseful of youths, but what to do
with the man threatening his source of pleasure.
Seeking a way out, the solution was practically staring him in the face.
Santos and Rashaud, more times than not,
were paired together, Edward enjoying watching them 69. At their tender age
they’d mostly slurp and suckle each other’s upright arrows until one of them
would writhe and tremble upon a spontaneous orgasm.
Hovering, Edward would alternately feed them his dick, trading warm mouths until he eventually blasted between one or the other’s lips. It was always exceedingly hot to him, watching their little tongues lick about the head of his dick like it was a sugary treat. Getting off that way always took a lot longer, the boy’s tender lickings barely enough to bring him off. The trade-off, however, was how much he’d squirt and how exquisitely satiating the extended orgasm was. Trembling and moaning as he gazed at the twin, naked brown bodies, it was well worth the delay...
“Go ahead.” Each boy glancing at
Edward, they in turn gazed at the dick in front of them. Frozen like statues,
the boys were slow to action.
Patrik’s hesitation he understood, the
boy annoyingly resistant to oral sex but he was exceedingly pissed at Ricky. His
damn dick was hard, for god’s sake!
“The fuck?” Edward hissed, moving
towards the boys. Gazing up at him, neither complied, Ricky’s hard dick
“Gonna make me pissed,” He seethed, pushing Ricky’s head towards Patrik’s limp boy tool. Resisting,
Ricky pulled back, as if Patrik’s dick was toxic or something.
“Ok, have it your way.”
Why these fool boys dared to resist he never understood. Maybe they liked
him getting rough with them, he
thought, storming out the room. Returning with a handful of ropes, he started
with Ricky, snatching his legs and positioning him until he lay on his side in a
69 position opposite Patrik. Pushing Patrik’s face between the boy’s legs,
he wrapped them about the boy’s head.
Wrapping ropes about Ricky’s smooth
legs he worked until Patrik’s head was scissored between Ricky’s legs, his
ever hard boy dick crammed down his throat. Securing Ricky’s head between
Patrik’s legs in a likewise fashion, soon the only thing visible was twin boy
backs and legs, each boy’s head caught between the other’s legs, a dick
inside their unwilling mouths.
“Suck it,” Edward said, pushing on
the back of Ricky’s neck, willing the boy to coax Patrik’s sleeping member.
Neither boy responding they remained immobile, like dead fish. Frustrated to no
end, Edward walked out. Returning with a paddle, he swung it at Ricky’s ass.
Whack! “Suck it,” He chided, laying
another smack on the boy’s bottom. With a muffled cry the boy finally relented, his
lips reluctantly suckling Patrik’s shriveled extension. Moving to the other
side of the bed, Edward smacked Patrik on his smooth behind, charging him to do
His troubles with Henri a constant
annoyance, Edward had kept Ricky and Patrik home from school. His nights with
the boys no longer meeting his needs, lately, he found himself wanting more.
Failing in his attempt to have the boy’s 69 each other he’d turned to
bondage and whipping, the kinky scenario quite erotic.
His dick dripping, soon both boys’
heads were avidly sucking. Alternately smacking each boy with the paddle, Edward
kept things moving, the boys squealing and slurping in earnest. Smothered
between Ricky’s chocolate-brown legs, Patrik was practically gagging on the
boy’s stiff offering.
Another smack landing on his tender
backside, he yelped in pain as he quickly returned to sucking the teen’s
wickedly hard dick. How Ricky could get hard under such strange conditions was
beside him but there it was, a nice hard dick, crammed down his throat.
Shit’s gonna be fucked up, he dreaded,
anticipating his approaching release. With his dick so far down his throat, he
was subject to choke to death on it.
Edward would smack Ricky on his smooth behind, Patrik noticed how his dick
swelled. It’s like he’s getting off on having his ass beat, he jeered.
Unbeknownst to him, his dick was equally swelling, edging closer to a potent
release with every smack. Despite his aversion to sucking dick, he trembled, his
dick equally extending in Ricky’s mouth.
Whack! The paddle sounded, connecting
with a vulnerable bottom. Over and over it rang out, mercilessly driving the
boys closer and closer until, a bit surprised, Edward caught glimpse of
Patrik’s hips writhing, edging his dick deeper between Ricky’s ample lips.
Look at that little shit, he marveled,
Patrik’s hips gyrating, thrusting his dick at Ricky’s mouth. Whacking the
boy’s glowing red bottom, he noticed the way he shook, trembling upon his
burgeoning release. Walking around the bed to Ricky, he equally smacked his twin
curves, the sound of the paddle echoing about the room erotic. Who wouldn’t enjoy paddling such cute, boy bottoms?
Ricky’s beautiful, brown cheeks also
glowing, he watched as the boy shoved his dick forward, as if trying to cram
every last inch down Patrik’s throat. Both boys writhing, despite the pain,
backs arched, as toes curled then, almost as if on cue, they began to
simultaneously moan and shudder...
Then there was Na’im, his latest
acquisition. The first night he’d spent with Edward neither of them got much
An attractive little spitfire, the youth
was a handful from the beginning. His devil-may-care attitude and creamy brown
complexion were too much to resist, however, and Edward didn’t stop until
he’d acquired him. A bit older than the younger tots Edward usually
gravitated to, Na’im’s alluring form and incredible beauty was enough to
overlook his age.
A ward of the state from a young age,
the boy had seen plenty, from people shooting up drugs to dead bloated bodies in
abandoned buildings. He’d likewise seen his share of system abuses. And though
he kept that glint in his eye, he’d learned the hard lessons of defiance in a
system that neglected the most vulnerable and looked the other way on all the
When Edward would spirit away a
different youth each night, he’d observe, trying to discern what it meant.
He’d even inquired among a couple of the other boy’s as to what was
happening only to be met with silence.
Eventually his night came and he found
himself in the man’s room, the ominous sound of the door locking behind him
disheartening. Glancing around, he marveled at the well-equipped space. From a big screen TV to a mini-fridge
beside the bed, no luxuries were spared, unlike their sparse accommodations.
“Want something to drink?” Edward
asked, opening the mini-fridge. Barely nodding, Na’im was still standing just
inside the door. “Come on over here,” the man coaxed, motioning for Na’im
to join him on the bed.
Slowly making his way across the room,
Na’im was still inventorying it, almost tripping over his worn tennis in awe.
A stereo quietly playing from within the huge entertainment center, dominating
the wall opposite the bed, Na’im also made note of what looked like a Blu-ray
player and game system. Dang, he got a PSIII? WTF?
Perching on the opposite side of the
bed, Na’im took the drink, his button nose turning up from the strange taste.
Either dude’s fridge was broke or this was the nastiest drink ever, he
thought, the bitter taste still on his tongue.
“Like it?” Edward inquired. Hunching
his shoulders, Na’im idly held his glass. “Drink it,” Edward coaxed.
Blinking, Na’im sipped some more. After about half a glass he started feeling
woozy, the room spinning. As he tried orienting himself, Edward pulled him
towards him, lying next to him like he was a girl and slipping his hand under
Disoriented and confused, he got his
wits about him enough to pull away. This
mofo a faggot?! The struggle ensuing, Na’im’s small size and slight
inebriation was no match for the man’s advances.
Some part of his brain kept screaming faggot in alarm but long experience in the foster system had taught
him that each home was different and, above all, no one was going to help, so
his struggling was more a show than actual resistance. Even as the man removed
his clothing, socks and all, he made feeble attempts to wiggle away as he
inwardly prayed the faggot wouldn’t do something horrible.
No one he’d selected the previous nights seemed traumatized the following morning so he took comfort in that. Hoping the freaky man wasn’t after his cookies, he lay motionless as Edward laid tender kisses about his exposed torso.
Na’im was no stranger to dudes with
dudes. He’d even witnessed niggas going down on each other and although it
always made him uncomfortable, he understood the circumstances that could lower
a dude to such depravity. Never underestimate a nigga feenin for a fix, there
was no limit how low he’d go...
Daring to glance down, he watched a
hand, moving about beneath his briefs. Concerned, he gave the man no aid when he
tried pulling his briefs down , lying still like a dead fish. Unperturbed, Edward
merely lifted him, pulling his briefs past his dormant dick and balls.
Slipping them down his smooth, slender
legs and off his feet, he tossed them aside, his eyes appraising his nude form.
An unmistakable bulge in his briefs, it literally swelled and writhed beneath
the fabric as he drooled at him. Na’im saw the man’s reaction, his heart
racing in his scant chest.
His eyes lighting upon his sleeping
dangle, Edward’s desire was ignited. God,
he’s more than I’d anticipated. His silky smooth skin beyond alluring,
Edward thrilled to his slight form, caught between childhood and manhood. From
his scant chest and slightly swollen nipples, (the right one a tad puffier than
the left) to his skinny waist and near hairless package, Na’im was a perfect
Excited to no end, Edward wanted to
taste him from head to toe. Before he could react, he’d moved his upper body
over the boy, his lips suddenly advancing towards Na’im’s. At the last
minute Na’im realized what was happening, his eyes growing large as he turned
his head away, avoiding Edward’s kiss.
Undeterred, Edward grabbed the boy’s
head, forcing his face forward until his lips were on Na’im’s. Snatching at
his arms in a frantic effort to free himself, Na’im pressed his soft, full
lips extra tight trying to keep the man out. Struggling, he felt Edward’s
other hand reach for his lower jaw. Wiggling and twisting, his efforts were no
use, Edward finally prying his mouth open, his tongue snaking into his mouth,
swabbing about like a wicked serpent.
Observing the way he struggled, Edward
thought it was cute. He actually liked the little spitfire and his valiant
attempts to avoid the inevitable. It wasn’t the first time a boy had
struggled. Completely repulsed by the idea of a man kissing him, Ricky had
struggled and kicked so, Edward had to smack him. And Patrik would twist and
sputter like a drowning victim as he pressed his lips against his cherry lips.
The reward was well worth the
resistance, however, Na’im’s mouth sweet as fresh spring water. Whimpering
into his mouth, Edward lapped about his precious cavern, tasting his very
essence. His dick harder than a steel pipe, he was on fire with desire.
Fighting desperately to not swallow,
Na’im grimaced as Edward’s tongue snaked about his mouth, venturing deeper
and deeper until he thought the man might smother him. Trying to process what
the fuck it meant if you let a dude
kiss you, he wondered if Eddy did this to all the boys? No way Ricky’d let him
slobber on him like this, he contested.
After some time, Edward seemed to grow
tired of slobbing on him. Releasing him, Na’im panted, his chest rapidly
rising and falling. Barely catching his breath, he shuddered when the man locked
his lips around his budding nipple. His buds extremely sensitive, he wiggled and
squirmed, the man’s tongue dashing against his ripe bud.
Some freaky shit, he thought, peering
down at the grown man, sucking at his nipple like it was a big tit or something.
He’d seen guys having sex and they’d always sucked on the lady’s titties.
But that was a dude with a lady…
what the fuck was a grown assed nigga doing sucking on a boy’s
Writhing and wiggling, Na’im
couldn’t imagine what the man got from it. His sensitive nipple rocketing all
kind of sensations through his youthful body, he almost jumped when Edward took
his flopping tool in his hand.
Slowly stroking his hand back and forth,
it wasn’t long before he’d elicited a response from his wilting growth. Peering
down at his enlarging member, Na’im felt like he’d fell through a hole to an
alternate universe. One where grown men fucked around with boys and the boys
acted a fool and got HARD!
Thinking he should stop the man,
Na’im’s hips writhed, his dangle extending until it was fully erect. Then
the man did the unspeakable. Watching in horror as Edward kissed and licked down
his squirming body, Na’im couldn’t believe his eyes when the man slurped
down on his raring inches!
Practically sitting up, he gawked at the man, slurping and sucking on his anxious six inches. Unable to prevent his hips from writhing, he grew angry at his body for betraying him, quickly rounding the bases towards a reluctant release...
Constantly harassed by Henri, the new social worker, however, all of Eddy's fun is in jeopardy,
visits frequent and increasingly frustrating, Henri was beyond breathing down
Edward’s neck. How was it he had time to venture all the way out to Edward’s
remote location so frequently and why him? On a visit to the adoption center
he’d learned that apparently Henri was at his place more than his other
he’s not going to the other homes as much?” Edward inquired, looking at a
printout from the secretary. Nodding, she took a call as Edward studied the
printout. What the fuck? Why had Henri
made him a special project?
the office, the secretary’s words echoed in his ears. “It’s at the case
worker’s discretion which homes he chooses to review. Not too much you can do
about that,” She said, taking another call. Feeling trapped, Edward idly drove
down the highway, somewhat surprised when he pulled up in front of his place.
He’d been so absorbed he didn’t even remember the trip home.
Distressed, he’d taken comfort in his nights with his boys...
an unwanted pest, Henri showed up promptly the next morning. Clipboard in hand,
he went through a review of Edward’s place, updating the several repairs
he’d made and citing many more. Distraught, Edward felt like bopping the man
in the head and burying his body in the yard.