Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 21:52:57 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boys From The Project

Boys From The Project
Codes: M/T (anal, oral)
By: Joe Camp
    idc90@hotmail.com


  Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It
never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex
between a man and teen boys. The author does not encourage or condone sex
between adults and children.

  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already
know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find
something else.

  Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this
story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to
old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch
anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual
person is purely coincidental.

  The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this story on a
web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright.

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Boys From The Project

  It had been going on so long, I don't even remember when or
how it all really began. It was shortly after I bought this house
across the street from the low income housing project. My name
is Jason, and I need to talk about Brandon.

  Yeah, it was shortly after I bought this house that the boys from
the project started showing up at my door wanting blow-jobs.
They knew I was gay, and I didn't look at it as having sex. I was
just doing what I could to help them out. Most were from families
without a man in the house, and they were straight. It was a
racially mixed neighborhood. We had whites, blacks, mexicans,
asians; you name it.

  William was a 17 year-old from the project that mowed my grass
for me. He didn't charge much, because I don't have a very big
yard, but it was a way for him to make a little pocket money. I
would usually be doing something outside when he would come
over, and we would visit as we worked. Yeah, William was a
good kid, and I liked him.

  He had been helping me with the yard a few months when he
came over one day looking as if something was bothering him. I
finally asked him to spit it out and he asked,

"You ain't one of them fags are you? My friend Guy said he saw
you going into that fag bar, but I told him it wasn't you, cause
I would know if your were a fag. I don't like fags, but I like you,
so you ain't no fag. Are you? No! Course not! You ain't no limp
wrist fag. Forget it. I knew you weren't no fag."

"I would rather be called gay instead of a fag," I told him.

William's mouth dropped as he just gaped at me.
"You really one of them? You really a fairy? Uh ..... gay?"

"Yeah William, I'm gay, or a fag, or a fairy, ... whatever."

"I could never do that with a guy!" William stated.

I let the subject drop, but every time William would come over,
he had some little question or statement to make. Things like,
"Who gives a better blow job? A guy or a girl. Or, what's it like
to give a guy a blow job?"

I answered the one about who gives better head by just asking
him, "Which one knows what a good blow job feels like?"

  It was a month or so later when William knocked on my door.
He stood there blushing and inspecting his shoes as he mumbled,
"I ain't no fag, but I ain't never had me no blow job. Would you
give me one?" His face was beet red by the time he finished
asking. I couldn't help tormenting him just a little before
answering yes. I made him say please.

  We went to my bedroom, and I had to tell William to drop his
pants and underwear. He was so tense and nervous that I was sure
he would shoot fast.

   I sat him on the edge of the bed, and he held the tail of his shirt
up with one hand. His pants and briefs were around his ankles,
and the grin on his face said he was all ready to get his first blow
job.

  I just dropped to my knees in front of him as I slurped his 6 inch
cut dick into my mouth. William let out a surprised "Ah!" as he
sucked in his breath. I ran my tongue around the glans, and took
him all the way down to his pubs. His nuts were already tight
against him, so I knew he wouldn't last. Only two or three gentle
sucks, and he was shooting his boy cum down my throat, as he
groaned.

  I came off his dick, and his pants were pulled up and zipped
before I hardly stood up. I don't think we were in the bedroom
5 minutes total.

  As we were walking back to the livingroom, William said thank
you but kept saying, "You know I ain't no fag." I told him I knew
he was straight, and that it didn't mean anything except he got off.

  Yeah, it didn't mean anything. Oh, I enjoyed being able to give
him the pleasure of his first blow job, but it didn't mean anything
more to me. It had all been so fast I hadn't even had time to get a
hard-on. William showed up the next afternoon with his younger
brother who was 16. They asked politely, so yeah, I gave him one
too. Things just seemed to go from there.

  As there were only ten apartments in the complex, there weren't
too many boys at any one time. They just wanted a quicky
blow-job, before running off to play with their friends. I never got
off with any of them. A few asked to fuck me, but I never let that
happen. I had plenty of older friends for that, and they were
straight boys just playing around.

  It wasn't long before I had to start making some rules. No one
under 13, as that is the age of consent in my state. No one that
was under the influence of drugs or booze. The boy had to be able
to shoot. The boy had to be clean. I can't tell you how many boys
had to take a bath in my tub before they got what they wanted.
Young teen boys aren't always any too clean. No visitors unless
the blinds in the front bedroom were open. I had to add a rule that
the boy had to live in the project, or I would have been swamped
with every teen in town when a few of the boys wanted to bring
some of their friends over. It got to being a rite of passage for the
boys of the project. The older boys would bring their younger
brothers over when they were ready.

  I never really started feeling old until I had to make an exception
to the last rule. There was a knock on my front door, and I went
to answer it, expecting it to be one of the boys from across the
street. There was a good looking black man standing there with a
boy of about 14. Well, I knew they weren't from the project, but I
wouldn't have minded spending the night with the man.

He stuck out his hand and asked, "Remember me Jason? I'm
Jabo."

  It took me a minute to place him. I had to go back 16 years or
more. Then I saw the kid he used to be standing at my door
asking for his first blow job. Yeah, I remembered Jabo. He always
seemed to be a good kid. He got his nick name by always acting
like he was going to punch someone in the gut. He always pulled
the punch, and I never saw him actually hit anyone. I invited them
in, and we took seats in the livingroom before Jabo introduced me
to the boy.

"This is my son Lou. He's ready for his first blow-job, and we
wanted to continue the tradition. Would you give him his first one
too, please?"

  Yeah, I guess I had become a tradition in his family. I had given
Jabo his first blow-job, and then each of his 3 brothers in their
turns. His youngest brother had missed out. He was still only 10
when they moved.

  One look at the kid and anyone would have said yes. His eyes
sparkled with anticipation. He was dressed up, and looked like he
was going out on a date. His hair was a little higher then I like,
but neat in a block cut. Not as high as that black actor Hall had a
few years back, but almost. I guess Lou thought it made him look
taller. He had inherited his dad's beautiful bubble butt, and his
coffee coloring. Lou was one good looking kid.

  I had Jabo get us some drinks from the frig, as I talked to Lou
and made sure he really wanted this to happen. Lou only got a sip
or two of his Pepsi before I told him to go close the blinds in the
front bedroom. He was off the couch like a shot. I don't think it
took him 15 seconds before he was once again standing in the
livingroom. Jabo and I had to grin at each other, and had a hard
time not laughing. Yeah, the kid wanted a blow-job. We left Jabo
in the livingroom sipping his soda, as we went to my bedroom.

  I had hardly gotten into the room before Lou's pants were
around his ankles. He was uncut, and had about four inches of
hard dick sticking up over two plump nuts. Lou wasn't at all bad
for 14. Well, I have had some experiences with uncut boys. They
don't always clean themselves good. I guess even in his
excitement Lou could tell I was going to make sure he was clean.

"I'm clean." he stated. "Dad made me take a bath and checked me
before we came."

  I sat him on the edge of the bed, and when I got my nose close
to his pubic area, he did smell fresh and clean. There were only a
few short curly black pubic hairs. Well, I have taken care of
enough boys to know Lou wasn't interested in any foreplay. He
wanted his dick sucked!

  I slurped his shaft into my mouth, working my tongue under the
foreskin. Oh, Lou liked that! I bobbed up and down his shaft,
before working the foreskin off his glans. I ran my tongue around
the sensitive head a few times before going back down to his
pubs. His dick was the right size to do anything I wanted without
taking any of it out of my mouth.

  I had been playing maybe five minutes when Lou started
humping fast into my mouth. He warned me he was about to
shoot, so I just went faster.

  "HAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Lou loudly moaned as his spunk was
shot into my mouth. He shot three or four little gobs of thin boy
juice before relaxing. I know boys can be very sensitive after
shooting when they first start cuming. I just held his dick in my
mouth without stimulating it as he went soft.

  Lou was just like his dad had been at that age. He only needed
a few moments to recover, and he was ready to leave. He had
gotten off. His pants were quickly pulled back up, and we headed
for the livingroom. Lou was strutting as we entered, and Jabo
stood up beaming with pride. He thanked me and told Lou to tell
me thank you. I told them they were welcome, and they were out
the door. I don't think they were there more then 20 minutes.

  A year or so later, one of Lou's cousins told me Lou had gotten
a girl pregnant, and had a baby boy. I expect there will be a knock
on the door in a few more years, and there Lou will be standing
with a boy.

  Yeah, I know what it sounds like. They were all just using me.
I have known that for years. So why did I do it? I don't really
know. Until I started getting older, I never had any trouble finding
sex partners. I wasn't bad looking even if I do say so myself. I
worked in construction, and was in pretty good shape. I had a
great tan from working outdoors without a shirt. Until I dropped
my pants and the tan ended at my belt line. I guess I was too
white where the sun never shone, but I never had any complaints.
No, until I hit my late 40's, I had no trouble picking up guys. Even
when I would just jack off, I never thought about kids.

  So why did I suck off any kid that asked? Maybe it was the
unfulfilled mothering instinct in me. There wasn't much I could do
for all those boys, but I could give them a blow-job. Maybe it
made their lives a little better. Then Brandon moved into the
project. Then came Brandon!

  One day I noticed three boys standing over at the project
watching my house. Two of the boys were regular visitors, but the
third I didn't know. He was about 15, with fiery red hair. I didn't
see the dusting of freckles on his nose until I met him later. He
reminded me of a younger version of a picture I had once seen of
a Norse god. The only way I could describe him was Beautiful! A
build like a baseball player, and his fine rounded bubble butt filled
the seat of his jeans. That was one kid I hoped would come over.
I went to the front bedroom and opened the blinds. All I could do
was wait, as the two boys seemed to be encouraging the third to
come over. I watched from the bedroom as he started across the
street.

  I waited a moment after hearing him knock on the door, before
leaving the bedroom to answer it. Usually, I make the boys
politely ask for a blow-job before letting them in the house. This
one, I wanted to drag inside. He knew the routine, and we played
the game with him asking very nicely if I would please give him a
blow-job.

  I invited him in, and like with all the new boys we sat in the
livingroom as we visited a little and I got to know a little about
him, as the kid got over his nervousness. Brandon's was the same
old story. Single mom that didn't know how to do any better, so
she often drowned her troubles with booze. A dad he saw two or
three times a year for a few hours. Just a typical project kid.
When I asked if he was sexually experienced, he admitted he was.

  I invited Brandon to go to my bedroom, and he didn't seem to
be in the rush most boys are, but he quickly accepted. I didn't
really know what to think of this boy. He wasn't acting like the
boys that run in and out, but more like an experienced man that
knew what he wanted, and takes the time to enjoy it.

  I was even more sure of it when we got to the bedroom and
Brandon started undressing. He was putting on a show as he
slowly and sensuously removed his shoes. He was all but dancing
as he gave a strip tease show as his shirt and pants came off. I was
all but panting and hard as steel, as his hot blue boxers were
slowly pulled down. His five and a half inch cut cock was so
inviting as it poked upward towards his tummy. His nuts were
plump and a little big for the size of his dick. I was ready to
consume that juicy looking cock that had a sprinkle of freckles on
it. I had never seen freckles on a dick and nut sac before.

  He reached for my belt, but I told him I just got them off,
without getting undressed myself. I moved Brandon towards the
bed and he lay in the center. I started for his cock, but he let me
know he wasn't ready yet. Here was a boy that wanted foreplay.

  I decided to treat Brandon as if he was a gay man I had invited
home. I started at his neck as I kissed each tender spot. Brandon
was soon moaning his appreciation. I went down his strong chest
with kisses until I reached his nipple, and slurped it into my
mouth. I gently teased it with my tongue and teeth until it was
firm and his brown ring was sensitive and wrinkled. Brandon was
groaning and had his hands on the back of my head, gently
pushing my mouth against his titty. I could tell when his nipple
became too sensitive and painful. I quickly moved to the other
side. As soon as that side was as rigid as the other, I moved on
down.

  I laid kisses all over his tummy that was showing a hint of a
developing six pack. I followed the trail of red hair that headed for
his pubic area.  I switched around to where I could get between
those strong looking legs of his.

  My tongue lapped at the sensitive area on the inside of his thigh,
almost getting as far as his nuts, but not touching them. He was
breathing heavy and groaning when at last I let my tongue touch
his nuts for the first time. He let out a low, satisfied, "Ahhh."

  I sucked one of his eggs into my mouth, and Brandon took a
sharp intake of breath. Yeah, he liked it. I only spent a few
minutes there, as his nuts were already drawing up close to his
body.

  My tongue tasted his firm cock, as I licked my way to the dark
purple glans. Brandon was twitching under me as he moaned and
begged for more. I licked around that head that looked like it
might burst it was so full. I touched my tongue to the tender
sensitive area under the ridge.

  Brandon placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed
down as he strained his pelvis upward trying to get his dick into
my mouth. I let him do want he wanted, and his dick-head hit the
back of my throat. He wasn't so big he went far down my throat,
but he was a good mouth full.

  Brandon started bucking into my mouth as I gently sucked.
Yeah, I could tell this wasn't his first time. He knew what he
liked. It didn't take too long as Brandon would tell me to suck
harder or softer as he humped away, encouraging me with, "Oh
yeah!" Brandon tensed and screamed as he shoved hard into my
mouth. He creamy cum was hitting the back of my throat with a
lot of force, and sliding right on down my throat.

  He gave a sigh of relief as he relaxed. I could tell he wanted it,
so I kept giving him gentle sucks as he softened. By the time I let
it slip from my mouth, his dick was only about an inch and a half
long. I didn't care about the size. Brandon knew how to enjoy a
blow-job more then any boy I had ever seen.

  I was about to get up, but I could tell Brandon wasn't in any
hurry to get dressed and leave. He pulled me up to where I lay
beside him, and he kissed my cheek telling me thanks. We lay
together for a few minutes before Brandon got up and started
getting dressed. I walked him to the door and he told me thank
you once again before leaving.

  I was working outside a few days later, raking up the grass the
grass catcher had missed after mowing the lawn. I saw Brandon
walking with some boys. He said something to them, and they
walked off as he started across the street towards me.

"Hi," Brandon said.

"Hi," I answered him back as I quickly checked to make sure the
blind was closed as I kept raking.

I was putting the grass I had raked into a trash bag when Brandon
rushed over to hold it open.  I was stuffing the bag when Brandon
asked,

"Why do you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked.

"You know, why do you blow all the guys? Don't you know they
laugh at you behind your back?"

"Don't you think that is a pretty personal question?" I snapped.
"Besides, I don't blow all the guys. Just the ones from the
project," I retorted.

  Brandon's beautiful face dissolved into tears as he stood there
silently crying. I couldn't help putting my arm around his
shoulders as I led him into the house.

"Brandon, I'm sorry. What is wrong?" I gently asked.

He just shook his head no as the tears ran down his face.

"Brandon, I'm sorry I snapped at you. But that isn't the kind of
question you just walk up and ask someone you have only seen
once. Please tell me what is bothering you."

"I don't want to be like that when I get old. I don't want people
treating me like that and laughing a me, just because I'm old and
gay! I can't help that I'm gay! I can't!"

I put my arm around his shoulders and hugged him as I tried to
sooth his worries. "Brandon, just because your gay doesn't mean
you will be like me. I know the kids all laugh about that old fag
across the street. It started when I let a 17 year-old talk me into
giving him a blow-job. He wanted it so bad, and I didn't mind
doing it for him. It didn't mean anything to me, but it meant the
world to him. The next day, he brought his younger brother over.
Then it just seemed to go from there. It wasn't long before it just
became a habit. But that doesn't mean you will be like me. In fact,
I'm sure you won't. Are you sure you are gay?"

"Oh, yeah." Brandon stated. "Girls don't do a thing for me. I had
a friend before we moved here. Now I can't help looking at every
guy, wonder if he might be gay too. It's so scary and lonely, being
the only gay kid in school."

I had to chuckle a little as I told Brandon, "I'm sure you are not
the only gay in your school. You just have to find the others."

  Brandon started spending a lot of time at my house after that.
The blinds in the front bedroom were open less and less since it
bothered Brandon. I didn't mind, as we had great sex together. It
didn't take him long to convince me he wanted us to have sex
together, not just me getting him off. Brandon is a great lover. We
would mostly 69, but never anything except oral. Brandon wanted
us to fuck, but I just didn't feel right doing that with him. He was
too young for that I felt.

  Brandon came bounding into the house one afternoon full of
excited news. He had met two more gay boys at school. I didn't
see him for a few days afterwards, and assumed he was spending
time with his new friends.

  In just a few weeks, he was spending almost as much time with
me as he had been before. I asked him if everything was going
alright with his new friends, and he assured me it was, before
telling me,

"They're rich kids. Except for sex we don't have anything in
common. They don't know what it is like not to have the money
to go to the movies every few days, or go drop $10 at the arcade
every afternoon. They don't understand not everyone has the
money to go to McDonald's after school every day. They aren't
real friends."

  That afternoon, I let Brandon fuck me for the first time. He was
gentle as he prepared my ass to receive his dick. He easily slipped
in, and it felt very nice. I hadn't been fucked in a loooong time.
Like I said, Brandon is a wonderful lover. He made sure he hit my
prostate every pass of his dick, and it felt wonderful.

  He wasn't in any hurry. He took long slow strokes, well, as long
as 5.5 inches can. He was just starting to breathe hard when he
whispered in my ear, "I love you Jason." It was the first time
either of us had used that word.

  Brandon sped up, and was humping hard and fast when he
tensed shoving his cock as deep into me as he could. He screamed
something I couldn't make out before I heard, "Oh God, I love
you." He was firing his cum deep into me as he strained against
his orgasm.

  Once Brandon withdrew we lay side by side as I admitted that I
loved him too. We sealed our confessions with a deep french kiss
that seemed to go on and on.

  I realized I wasn't the first for Brandon any more than he had
been the first for me, as I got him ready to be fucked. He was
really getting into it as I stretched his muscle to accept my 6
inches. I'm not too thick, so we didn't expect any problem with
him taking me. Where I had been on my stomach, Brandon
wanted to be on his back as I took him.

  After we were both slicked up, Brandon lifted his legs to his
chest and I slowly started in. Man, was he good. He was tight
around my cock, and his tunnel was silky and hot. I don't know
how long we lasted. Brandon would moan every time I passed his
prostate, and he was jacking himself off. I tried to hold back but I
just couldn't. I had to shove into him as the cum was torn from
my nuts. Over and over I shot into Brandon with my telling him I
loved him with each shot, as he moaned and pumped his cum out
onto his chest. It was the hardest cum I had ever had. We lay
beside each other as we muttered over and over our love for the
other.

  It was about 5 months after Brandon's 16th birthday, and we
were just sitting in the livingroom watching TV early one evening
when there was a knock at the door. I answered, and was about to
tell the boy from the project that I didn't give blow-jobs anymore,
when he interrupted me saying there was some cops looking for
Brandon. Something about his mom.

  We hurried over to his apartment, and there were two cops
waiting at the door. Brandon told them who he was, and the cop
looked very uncomfortable as he asked if we could go inside the
apartment. Brandon unlocked the door and they asked him to sit
down before they told him his mom had gotten drunk and
wrapped her car around a telephone pole. She was dead. We
thought for a moment that Brandon would faint. They asked if
Brandon had anyplace to stay or if he needed them to take him to
the youth shelter. I told them he could stay with me until his dad
arrived. I gave them my name and address, and they left.

  Brandon cried a long time, mourning for not only his mother, but
I found out a little later, for himself too. He didn't know what
would happen to him. The only family he had was his mother, his
father who he felt wouldn't go to court to get custody of him, and
a grandmother that was too old and sick to have him around. That
left a foster home. I felt a little hurt as I reminded him there was
me.

"They won't let me live with you. You're not family. They would
rather put me in a foster home." he bitterly stated.

  In the days that followed, Brandon and I started cleaning out the
apartment. Just as Brandon had thought, his dad didn't want him
living with him. I was reading his parent's divorce papers when I
found the solution. It was right there in black and white, and so
simple. His parents had joint custody! I picked up the phone and it
didn't take long to convince his dad. Especially as soon as I told
him he wouldn't be making anymore child support payments. His
dad gave me guardianship of Brandon.

  His dad was standing beside Brandon as we said our goodbyes
to his mother at the grave site. His dad headed back home right
after the service.

  That night as we moved Brandon's things into our bedroom, it
felt like our wedding night. That was eight years ago. Brandon went
on to become a Computer Systems Administrator after college.
That sounds like him coming in now. I know my man. He is going
to want some TLC to unwind from the day.

The End



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