Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 21:34:33 -0500
From: happynudist@vfemail.net
Subject: TUSCON Chapter 2

Hey there Nifty Army! I'm Monty, Mr. Montgomery if you're nasty, and
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I hope you like Chapter 2. Leo's luck continues as his relationship
with Gabriel grows. As always, remember this is totally fantasy and do
not try this trick at home. This erotic story was performed on a
closed course with professional drivers. Keep your hands inside the
car at all times boys and girls!


Chapter 2

"Let me help you." That's what you say to a thirteen year old boy as
you grasp his greased up bullet of a six inch erection, to assist him
in guiding it into your ten year old foster son's ass. That's what you
say as you reach from around his waist, your mouth against his ear,
since your own bone is buried in his firm drum tight butt, the one
that was cherry until fifteen minutes ago. That's what you say to let
him know that you're taking it from here.

I guess I should back it up a bit and explain.

*     *     *

Every morning I started the day with a heart full of joy and a mouth
full of boycock. Gabriel always had morning wood. Always. He was a
heavy sleeper and I would wake up before him and pad to the toilet for
my piss. As I stood there, cool tile under my feet, I'd contemplate
the perfect boy naked back in my bed. I'd finish and shake and head
back in, opening the curtains and tossing the sheets aside to drink in
the flawless honey body of my honey, outlined stunningly in the harsh
morning desert light, every ripple of his hard little body shown off
like he'd been lighted by a Hollywood set crew. Then I'd go to town on
his always ready stiffy. I was going to treat my foster son right.
Every morning he would awake to a blow job. Now that's parenting!

Not that this was a one way relationship. Gabriel delighted in giving
as well as receiving, and I never knew when he'd grab my own branch
and start swinging. He was indeed an expert at fellatio, with
apparently no gag reflex as he deep throated me, his slender neck
bulging with the volume of my thick joint. We didn't bother with
clothes, and we essentially spent our entire first week together
fucking like newlyweds. I had to run into town for supplies a couple
of times in the afternoon while the boy was napping from all the sex
and sun, but since school didn't start for another month, either my
teaching or his learning, we had all the time in the world to fuck and
swim and cuddle and nap and watch movies and make food and fuck and
hike up the mountain to watch the sunset and fuck and watch porn and
lay under the nighttime stars and fuck.

Gabriel wasn't lying about his needy, itchy ass. Freed of the rules
and confines of the group home, his libido was given free range, and
he wanted his prostrate massaged by cock at least twice a day, usually
once in the afternoon and once again in the evening. His need for any
kind of orgasm was intense. His cock was somewhat hard about half the
time no matter what he was doing, and though he wasn't anywhere near
to squirting, he still had the desire to blow his head off with that
rush of endorphins that constituted a baby cum at least ten times a
day. I kept the boy's favorite toy well lotioned lest he rub it raw.

I asked him to wear his tight little speedo at least some of the time
he was in the pool. His pale thighs and ass had started to turn the
same shade of honey as the rest of him, and I have a huge fetish for
speedo-shaped tan lines. Fuck baggy board shorts, the lycra swimmer
was invented to show off the crotch in the best possible manner, and
as the contrast started to form in clear arches across his hips and a
pale V pointing to his treasure, he grew from just plain beautiful to
cum in your pants hot. The boy could make an Amish grandfather wet
himself.

And god was he happy. Never in his life had be felt so secure, so able
to be himself. Once, we were laying in the sun on the lounger next to
the pool. I was eagerly lapping at his perineum, that delicate
straight line that ran plumb from his asshole, up and over his tight
ballset to the base of his erect boycock. I looked up at his face, and
the boy was staring down at me with a look of delight that belonged in
a Christmas movie. We both blushed with emotion, made awkward by the
sheer happiness of the moment, and he smiled with that oversized mouth
of his, and I broke away from my licking and pulled him into my arms
and hugged him as tight as I could squeeze.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Alas, eventually we had to return to the world. We needed stuff, boy
stuff, and Gabriel had an appointment with his case worker Marcia and
with his therapist, the one that had been assigned to work with him
because of his history of "abuse". We'd talked about how he was going
to talk to both of the women (or as Gabriel continued to call them,
"bitches") about me, but I had nothing to worry about. The boy was as
savvy as he was sexy. So on a brutally hot Wednesday we bounced back
into Tucson.

Gabriel's clothes when he arrived had been pathetic. Other than the
new jeans and shirt he'd been wearing, he had his old school uniform,
one pair of shorts and a few threadbare thrift store tee shirts, three
pair of clean but worn underwear, some socks, and one undersized
speedo. So we headed that morning to Main Gate Square, Tucson's
outdoor shopping mall. I took him first to American Apparel, where I
bought him a dozen pairs of tight, fitted briefs in different bright
colors that his high tiny little ass showed of remarkably, as well as
a bunch of slim "wife beater" shirts that showed off his brown arms
and shoulders nicely. We also loaded up on tight poly blend tee shirts
in different colors, and a fleece hoody for the evenings. The
college-age shop girl in florescent leggings and an over-sized mens
button down pulled herself out of her haze of hipster indifference
long enough to remark sincerely about what a cute son I had. At Urban
Outfitters I bought the boy several pairs of shorts, a couple more
shirts, two new ball caps, sunglasses, and three pairs of Vans and a
pair of Converse high tops to replace his scuffed white off brand
sneakers. "Dude", he whispered in awe "I've never had more than one
pair of shoes."

He insisted on slipping into some of the new shorts and pulling on one
of the tight fitting tees for his next two appointments, along with
the new shoes, glasses and cap, leaving the sticker on the brim as was
the style. The trendy clothes transformed him from cute to a little
playa. With his long bangs and on trend fashion he had gone from `ward
of the state' to Latino Matty B. He was sexy and he knew it.

Marcia met us up at a coffee shop on 4th, and he could hardly wait to
communicate his excitement to her. "Leo's awesome Marcia. He has a
pool and we hiked up the mountain and he got me these new clothes.
It's my best foster home ever!" The boy was bouncing up and down on
the balls of his feet. Marcia shot me a look of surprise and I bunched
my shoulders in a `who me?' shrug. She then asked Gabriel to come talk
with her for a minute. They went off to the corner to talk while I
ordered drinks. I took my time and came to join them.

"So" Marcia said, with a smile to me "I guess it's working out." I
looked a Gabriel and shot him a wink. "Yeah, the kid's not bad. He
needs to remember to hang up his towels, and summer isn't going to
last forever, but I think we're making it work."

"Have you thought about Gabriel staying with you when school starts?
You would need to get the paperwork going..."

"It's taken care of."

"Really?"

Now it was time for my surprise. "I talked to the staff at University
Waldorf. They are going to enroll him." University Waldorf Academy was
a private school that was loosely associated with the U of A. Housed
on campus, it was a favorite choice of college professors for their
children, to whom they offered a steep discount. With its holistic
educational approach and focus on creativity, free learning, and
developing artistic and social capacities, Waldorf schools were the
mirror opposite of the `teach to the test'  worker assembly lines and
mini-prisons that more and more state schools were becoming. Marcia
was shocked.

"Well, that's going to be a change."

"I think that Gabriel will do well there." What had prompted me to
look into the Waldorf school was Gabriel recounting to me,
offhandedly, how he was picked on and called a faggot and cocksucker
by the bullies at his old school. After he'd been caught in the
bathroom blowing another boy, the hazing had gotten so intense that
he'd spent much of the last few weeks of the school year sitting in
the school office quietly doing his work by himself. The old school
had recommended that he be transferred to another institution, one
that "could deal with his behavioral issues." Gabriel had told me this
story as we lay in bed, with the flat affect of a trauma survivor. He
simply accepted that this cruel state of affairs was the way things
were. I knew that the Waldorf school, with its focus on humanistic
values and socialization, wouldn't tolerate bullying for a second.
Indeed, when I'd talked with the director on the phone, I'd mentioned
that he'd been a target at his other school, and she'd plainly asked
me if his bullying was homophobic. I'd responded that he was only ten,
but she pointed out, rightly, that kids could be vicious enforcers of
gender norms, even at that age, and that at the Waldorf school they
encouraged kids to identify how they wanted without fear. That kind of
teasing didn't happen.

I could tell that as she considered it, Marcia was growing very happy.
We finished up our drinks and as we walked out to the car, she fell
back with me.

"What did you do with that sullen little gangster I left with you last week?"

"I found the real boy underneath, I guess. It wasn't hard. I just had
to show him a bit of respect and let him know that he could be himself."

"Bravo. But you know it's a long process, right? Wait until the first
time you have to get him to do his homework."

"Waldorf doesn't assign homework. They do it all in class. They also
tailor the schedules around the university schedule. It will work
great. We'll go in in the morning together and I'll pick him up right
after my last class or office hours."

"You really are committed to this, aren't you?"

"One hundred percent."

Marcia took my hand and looked me in the face, the weary warrior for
children letting her mask slip just a bit, a touch of joy coming
across her brow. "Leo, I need ten thousand of you."


*     *     *


Why is it that you always feel self conscious in waiting rooms? Well,
it didn't help that it was a psychologist's waiting room. I settled
into the low blanket-print couch, looking around at the cheesy
Southwest decor. The only thing missing was a painting of a blue
coyote. Doctor Finkelstein was one of those baby boomer women,
probably from back east, who took her cheesy pottery and Native
tourist tchotckes seriously.

I'd dropped Gabriel off and then run over to Fascinations, Tucson's
largest sex shop. We were running low on lube, naturally. I picked up
a clownishly large pump bottle of the stuff, and as a surprise, I got
Gabriel a nice little small-sized vibrating butt plug, no doubt meant
for the anal novice, but a nice size for a tight boy's ass. I looked
at the fleshjacks, but they all seemed too large for his
lipstick-sized kid wiener, and besides I didn't want anything around
that might compete with my hand and mouth. Gabriel's erections
belonged to me now.

Back in the waiting room, my self consciousness was compounded by my
nervousness that Gabriel might let something slip. The counseling
sessions were mandated by the state, otherwise I wouldn't take the boy
anywhere near a confessional. Gabriel didn't need his head shrunk, he
needed his balls drained. Or in his prepubescent state, the healthy
rush that came with his dry orgasms.

The little bell rang and the door opened, letting in a blast of bright
summer light and heat. I kept my eyes on my screen as someone dropped
onto the couch across to me, then took a surreptitious glance. It was
a boy.

He was thirteen or fourteen at the most, a round-headed latino boy
with his hair cropped short, just a little length on top in a fade. He
was a darker shade than Gabriel, the color of iced tea to Gabriel's
honey. Above his pretty dark red lips was just the slightest trace of
fuzz, the kind that disappeared in the wrong light. His neck was long
and graceful like most boys, but more the neck of an athlete than a
model. There was just a trace of adam's apple above his clavicle.

He was wearing a Judogi, the short white cotton robe and white pants
of Judo, with the name of a Jiu-Jitsu dojo on the chest, obviously
coming from practice. I always thought the uniform to be sexy, and the
folds of the robe revealed the contours of what seemed to be a
ridiculously well developed chest for such a young boy. Even sitting
slouched on the couch looking bored, I could tell that this kid had an
amazing fucking body. He wasn't tall or short, but you could tell that
he was well built without being fat, the body of the kind of boy who
can eat whatever he wants, has tons of energy to burn, and is fiercely
physical and competitive. He was a young badass.

The boy glanced up and caught me staring at him, and I did the head
nod thing to allay his suspicion. He bopped his head back and gave me
a bit of a fake smile. He was probably nervous as well, sharing the
waiting room at a shrink's with a strange man.

The door to the doctor's office swung open and Gabriel emerged,
followed by a sixtiesh woman who was all curly permed hair, wrinkles
and silver jewelry. I looked from Gabriel to Dr. Finkelstein. I knew
that the truth would be in the woman's eyes. She looked back at me
warmly if with a bit of curiosity, and I knew all was well. Gabriel
had obviously sang my praises.

"Carlos! Dude!"

"Gabriel! Man, you still seeing Finkelstein?"

"Yeah man, I have to." The gentle doctor smiled patiently. "How's
things at the home?"

"Not bad man, kind of the same. There's like three new kids this week."

"Greenies?"

"Totally. One of them won't stop cryin' for his abuelita." The two
boys shook their heads in mutual disdain at the weakness of a child
missing his family. "So", the boy Carlos glanced over at me, "hows
your foster?"

"Dude, so fuckin' rad!"

"Mister Sanchez" the doctor chided, and Gabriel gave her a sheepish look.

"Yo, this is my foster dad, Leo. He's cool." I rose from my couch as
Carlos also did, and held out my hand. The boy took it, and unlike
Gabriel the first time we met, he met squeeze for squeeze, like a man,
or a boy who wants to be one.

"Dude, Carlos, you need to come see our place! It's so dope. We have a
pool and my room is awesome. I have my own computer. You should come
over."

"OK, man, that sounds cool I guess. I mean, if that's OK with you
sir." The boy looked me in the eye. He was well mannered.

"Sure, if that's allowed."

"Yeah, it totally is" Gabriel piped in. "You just have to get
permission from Mr. Taylor at the home. I'll have him call Taylor and
I'll message you on Facebook. Came you come Saturday or do you go to
your family?"

"This Saturday, no that's good man."

"Mr. Ramirez" Dr. Finkelstein announced, and Carlos turned towards the
office, then remembered and turned back to offer his hand to me. "Nice
to meet you Mr...."

"Marcus."

"Mr. Marcus. Thanks for saying I can come over." The teen then turned
to Gabriel and held out his fist for a bump. "Missed you dog."

"You too tardo."

Gabriel headed into Finkelstein's office, and I got a nice view of his
spectacular muscular ass walking away in the tight cotton pants. I
looked over at Gabriel and he was grinning like he just dealt a secret
fart. He couldn't wait to get into the truck. As soon as I had the
engine running and the air conditioning blasting in our faces, he
practically exploded.

"Carlos is a total gay! He's so fucking hot"

I hadn't mentioned Gabriel's previous invitation to introduce me to
"every gay boy in Tucson", because I already had all the pure sex on
my hands I needed and I didn't want to do anything to fuck up the
gentle, lovely dynamic that was developing between us, the tenderness
that sounded a lot like what everyone says is love. But Gabriel's
gushing enthusiasm was infectious.

"What do you mean? Was he one of the boys you were with at the group home?"

"Oh man, all the time. He loves fucking so much. Like, I bet he was
the boy I did it with most, him or Rafael or Damon." We hadn't talked
about any of Gabriel's little boyfriends from the home by name before.

"Well, that's interesting."

"Ha! You totally want to fuck him I bet."

"That's not what I said."

"It's OK man, I get it. He's like super hot. But he's a total top. But
a gay one, which is weird cuz the other boys who say they are only
tops they say they are straight and everything. Those boys, they just
want you to blow them and maybe fuck you but they don't wanna do
nothing to you, like it's OK if you jerk off but they won't touch you
or kiss you or shit. Carlos, he's a real gay. He loves cock, he told
me. He loves blowing me and shit, and like, licking me and making out.
Like, he won't let anyone fuck him but he really likes boys and men
too. He even had old porno mags, like on paper, of dudes. Plus he's
got a real big dick and comes lots maybe even more than you but I
dunno. Just thinkin' about him makes me super super horny. Let's go
home so you can fuck me."

Kids can be so demanding sometimes.

*     *     *

On Saturday one very excited Gabriel and I headed into town. First, we
went to the Sports Authority. I had decided to turn the empty third
bedroom at the Casita into a weight room, since I had no real desire
to spend any more time at the gym and away from Gabriel.

We picked up a full bench with a curling bar and leg attachment as
well as a squat rack and dumbbells and a whole shitload of weights and
had them loaded into the truck. Then we headed over to the group home.
Standing on the sidewalk in front of the sprawling ugly brick
building, Carlos was waiting in baggy shorts, shiny Air Force 1s and a
sleeveless shirt that showed off his well developed brown arms nicely.
His eyes were hidden behind a pair of cheap sunglasses, but as he
climbed into the Toyota's back seat, he smiled a polite smile.

"Hello Mr. Marcus."

"Hello Carlos."

Gabriel got the requisite fist bump, and after a stop at Zinburger for
three breakfast burgers, we were off back to the casita.

When we bounced up to the front door Gabriel shot out of the truck and
headed in, eager to show his new digs off to his buddy.

"Stop!"

He turned around and looked back at me, just a little bit scared at my
firm tone. "Who do you think is gonna carry all this weight into the
house?"

With the two boys helping, straining with a single plate or dumbbell,
we started clearing the truck. Carlos was obviously trying to show off
as boys with testosterone coursing in their blood do, straining his
beautiful arms as he hefted the 50lb plates and carried them in one by
one, then the two boys together took an end as we moved the heavy
boxes. We were all out of breath by the time we had finished.

"OK, now you can swim."

The two boys darted off conspiratorially, and emerged a minute later,
Gabriel in his tight stretched black speedo, Carlos in some cheap
hibiscus-patterned baggy white and blue board shorts. Shorts aside,
this kid was breathtaking. As I'd suspected, he had a tight, hard
rocking body, super cut and defined. His pecs were nicely popped out,
the skin pulling tight at the armpits, his dark, rather large nipples
puffy with puberty. Below that slab of silky hard skin, his belly was
a ripple of abs shooting hairlessly down towards his prominent flared
V of hip and groin. His ribs were evident when he turned but they
didn't stick out, and from his well built lats and traps down to his
nicely developed calves, he had the body of a young brown adonis. He
was still only in the middle stages of puberty, meaning he had no
really large muscles, but everything was bowstring tight. As he stood
at the edge of the pool, absentmindedly lifting one foot to scratch
the pale white sole while balancing on the other, I noticed how his
whole body formed a supple S shape from the thrust of his developing
chest to the bulge of his prominent, if sadly board-short obscured,
ass. Right above the edge of those shorts, which lay low on his hips,
there was an inch of pale skin from his tan line, but otherwise he was
a beautiful dark tea brown.

I headed back to my room and did everything I could to make my bone go
down, then once again pulled on my tight speedo under my board shorts
to show as little as possible and headed out to the pool.

The sun was shining, the air was desert dry, and two of the sexiest
boys to ever swing a dick between their legs were scampering about,
climbing in and out of the water over and over, liquid running down
their shiny smooth skin and dripping off their flawless bodies as they
threw themselves over and over back into the drink with the boundless
energy of ten and thirteen. So I did what any good boy-loving pervert
with lust in his loins and boners on the brain and a heart full of
kid-like wonder at his good luck would do. I jumped in with them. Let
the horseplay commence!

And commence it did. We splashed, dove, pushed each other over, raced
from end to end, held breath holding contests, and otherwise relished
the miracle of floating in water. Holding my hands into a stirrup the
boys climbed up, asses in my face, and leaped up as I thrust them into
the air, flipping them over in the process, until my arms grew tired.
Carlos and Gabriel pantsed each other, and I got my first blurry flash
of Carlos's magnificent white hairless ass. Just a flash. Eventually
we all started to tire, and I climbed out and laid on the lounge
chair, careful to lay on my belly lest my ardor showed. The boys
floated peacefully with each other on a couple of inflatable rafts,
head to head, talking softly in Spanglish. Eventually I felt my skin
start to tighten from the sun.

"OK boys, I'm going to go put the weight set together. No dunking."

In the air conditioned cool of the house I quickly assembled the basic
weight bench, glancing out the window to see that the boys were now
laying out on the double lounge chair, side by side, sunglasses on,
turning darker in the sun. Carlos had pulled the legs of his board
shorts up to his hips to get some sun on his pale upper thighs.
Someone get that kid a speedo.

After a while I heard the door open and the sound of the boys looking
in the fridge. I went out into the kitchen and the two of them stood
there, looking relaxed and lovely and sipping at cokes. I asked them
if they were hungry, but the breakfast burgers had filled them up and
they would wait until later when I fired up the BBQ for dinner. "OK
then, I'm going to go lay down and take a nap."
Gabriel followed me into my room, and when we were both in it and out
of Carlos's sight, he came up to me and gave me a kiss, sliding his
tongue deep into my mouth. We kissed for a moment and he whispered
"thank you. Where's your laptop?" I got the machine out and booted it,
and Gabriel opened up the Skype connection. He accepted a pending
video request and the screen filled with the image of his bedroom. I
shot him a quizzical look.

"I turned it on on my computer and turned off the screen and muted it.
You can watch" he whispered, and then he was gone in a flash, closing
the door behind him.

I dropped my damp shorts and climbed into bed, the laptop on my stomach.

After a couple of minutes I heard bar stools scrape from the kitchen,
and then Gabriel's door closed. The camera was aimed at his bed, which
he had never slept in, and as I watched he appeared in the picture,
looking straight at the camera as he grabbed the lip of his tight
speedo and pulled it down. His dick popped out half hard and he
grabbed it and looked straight at me before turning around to face
Carlos, who had walked into view. Gabriel stepped up to the taller
boy, went up on the pads of his feet, and kissed him, hard. Carlos
kissed him back and then pushed him away, a visible lump now in his
white shorts.

"Dude, Gabrielito, your foster dad is right next door."

"It's cool, the walls are really thick and you can't hear anything. I
locked the door too. Plus, I don't think he'd do anything. He's really
cool. I told you, he's gay."

"Man, how'd you score? You get a super hot gay dude as your foster
dad, with this dope crib and shit."

"You think he's hot?"

"Duh! Did you see his muscles? That dude is, like, ripped. And I like
dudes with beards you know."

"Shiiiit, I know you go all loco for gringos maricón! You want some of
that pale pink dick, pendejo!"

Carlos let out a dismissive tisk and shoved the younger boy playfully.
"Like you don't, super bottom! Shit, you can't get enough verga in tu
culo, faggoté!"

"Yeah, I'm a fuckin' power bottom, bitch! I get all the cocks."
Gabriel laughed and reached over to run his hand over the tent in
Carlos's suit. "I can feel it, you'd fuck my foster dad. I sure as
fuck would take his verga hard." Listening to Gabriel pretend his
unrequited pining for the cock that had last fucked him half a day ago
made me practically cum as I carefully ran my hand up and down my bone.

"You'd be lucky. I'd totally let that guy fuck me."

"Fuck you? Like, for reals? I thought you were a total top?"

"Well, I am, but... I dunno, like, I wanna get fucked to, to try it. But
I don't want no sucio pendejo from the home doing that shit to me. No
offense. Like, when I was your age all the older boys wanted to do me
but I was afraid so I said I was only a top, but like, a real man
doing me, that would be hot. I mean, like I finger myself sometimes
and shit and it feels good."

As Carlos admitted his feelings, Gabriel's erection grew to hardened
steel strength, pointing at its full staff 45 degrees. Carlos reached
down and fondled him.

"Shit, Gabrielcito, I miss you man."

"What if I could make it happen?"

"What do you mean, like, your foster dad?"

"Yeah. Like I said, he's gay."

"Tsssh, he's like a hot gay guy. Like he could pull hot guys all day
long. I bet he's bangin' half those college twinks up at the
university. Why would he trade that for some skinny Mexican jailbait
like me? Don't even try, you'll just get thrown out of another foster."

"Two skinny Mexicans, tardo." Gabriel now slid his hand under the
waistband of Carlos's shorts, grasping his bone. The older boy let out
a gasp of pleasure. "If you knew that a gay guy, I mean a full adult
gay guy, wanted to do it with you, would you be cool? Cuz, like, he'd
have to trust you. Like, you could go to the five oh and totally get
him busted if you wanted."

"Why the fuck would I do that? I mean, if some dude like raped me or
shit, or like, gave me that date rape shit. But if it was a hot guy
who was into it, no fuckin' way. I told you, that guy who gave me a
blow job at the Udall pool? Like, that was cool."

Gabriel sat his bare ass down on the edge of the bed and pulled Carlos
a bit closer, angling him so that I could see the boy's crotch. Then
he reached up and carefully pulled the board shorts down over Carlos's
erection and let them drop. The young teen's boner sprang into view.
It was breathtaking. A good six inches long, as thick around as a
man's, the rigid brown member stuck out straight at a right angle from
his belly, its big red foreskin still covering the pink head that
peeked out from underneath. Carlos had a matching set of large low
hangers, golf ball sized balls in a tasty-looking sack. The boy was
smooth, with the exception of two little wisps of black hair that
sprouted right above his shaft, the tiniest little token to puberty.
If Gabriel was the model of pre-teen beauty, Carlos was the model of
the beauty found in a boy just starting to grow into a man. With a
practiced hand, Gabriel reached up, slid back Carlos's foreskin, and
swallowed the tip in his mouth. My foster son started a vigorous blow
job, sucking the boy deep down his throat while his eyes flicked up
occasionally to the camera, performing for me. It took me everything I
could not to cum right then.

"Oh fuck Gabriel, you do that best. Oh dude, I missed this. Oh fuck!"
Gabriel blew his friend hard as the older boy started to fuck his
mouth, thrusting his hips forward and putting his hands in Gabriel's
messy long hair. His back was arching, and it looked like the boy was
about ready to cum, when Gabriel popped the cock from his mouth and
leaned back onto the bed, patting the place next to him. Carlos sighed
and laid down on the bed, giving me a spectacular view of his pale
hairless ass. He snuggled up next to the younger boy and started to
reach for Gabriel's little uncut boy bone.

"You see the light, estupido?"

"What light?"

"The light on my computer, dummy. The green light."

"Yeah."

"That means the camera's on. You know what that means?" Carlos thought
for a second, and then a look of panic shot across his face and he
grabbed his crotch, unable to cover his hefty bone with his cupped
hands.

"Relax maricón. It's my foster dad. He's watching us."

Shit.

*     *     *

What had the little devil gotten me into! Fuck!

I slammed my laptop shut and reached for my shorts. Where were my
shorts? There they were, on the floor. First, I scooped up my briefs
and tucked my bone into them. Then came my shorts. Careful with the
zipper! I didn't quite have them on when I heard voices, and then a
soft knock on my door. I finished buttoning the shorts and carefully
opened the door. Gabriel was standing in the doorway, nude, holding
his erection.

`Dad!" he exclaimed, in a voice purposely loud enough to be heard back
in his bedroom, whose door remained open. "Carlos wants you to fuck
him but he's too embarrassed to ask. Will you please do it dad? He's a
what do you call a cherry. I mean a virgin. Will you do it dad?
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

What could possibly be better than an adorable naked ten year old
whining for a fucking?

I was frozen in the door, so Gabriel sensibly took my hand and led me
like a lost toddler over to his bedroom. As we turned the corner, I
spied Carlos in the corner of the bed. He'd pulled a pillow over his
crotch and looked horrified. I knew that however things went forward,
they weren't going back.

"Gabriel, sit down" I commanded, pointing at the chair in front of his
desk. I went and sat softly on the edge of the bed furthest from the
terrified teen.

"So... Carlos. Gabriel told you that I was gay?"

"Uh. um, yes."

"OK. Look, Carlos, relax. Don't worry. Nothing is going to happen to
you here you don't totally one hundred percent want to happen, OK? I
am going to trust you is all. You see, Carlos, I am gay, and I do like
having sex with other men, but I also think that sex with younger men
can be great. With boys. Does that freak you out?"

"Um, I... I guess not. I mean, like, I'm..." He couldn't quite bring
himself to say it.

"You're gay?"

Carlos still had a panicked look on his face, but as I watched,
something softened in him, and he shyly shook his head yes.

"OK. That's OK. This is a place where there's no judgement. As you
know, I'm gay. So is Gabriel." A thought struck the teen, and he
looked from me to Gabriel, who was watching from the chair, absently
stroking his still erect bone while he watched the drama he'd created
play out.

"Do you..."

"Ha!" Gabriel exploded, "We do it like ten times a day dude! I told
you, he's cool! He totally gets gay boys and shit. Dude, it's awesome!
We do sex whenever we want and there's no bitches to make trouble and
no counselors or house moms or shits like that. It's fucking awesome!"
The boy was beaming with enthusiasm.

"Wow. That's like, wow."

"I know man!"

I could see the tension leeching from Carlos. A smile started to cross
his lips while he looked at Gabriel, a smile the younger boy returned.
Then he turned me and the smile grew shy and he averted his eyes. I
knew that the timing was perfect. Without a word, I turned unto my
hands and knees, crawled across the bed, lifted the pillow gently
away, grasped the thirteen year old's growing bone firmly, and leaned
over and sucked it down into my mouth. He tasted of salt and chlorine
and that rubbery nutty smell of puberty.

"Oh. Oh. Oh fuck. Oh!"

And with that, the boy was cumming in my mouth. Cumming hard. I gagged
and tried to swallow but he'd caught me by surprise, so I pulled off
and a fat dollop of almost clear splooge shot into his belly, followed
by another shot that dribbled over my fingers.

"Ahhhhh! Oh fuck!"

Next to us, still working his wicked little hands on his polished hard
on, Gabriel let out a sarcastic bark. "Dude! Like, couldn't you hold
off for two minutes?" I looked up to see Carlos blush. Hey" I barked
at Gabriel, "none of that, pip squeak. When you start jizzing you will
know what it's like." That put him in his place and maybe even went to
far, so I straightened up and sat back and opened my arms. Gabriel
crawled into my lap. "Besides, that's only round one." I turned to
Gabriel and kissed him while my hand replaced his on his cock.

"Ew, you taste like Carlos!"

"And you love it, cutie." With a comical sigh, Gabriel agreed. "I do."

I looked at Carlos, who was watching us intensely. "OK man, so now you
see how it is. Here at my house, there's no restrictions on sex. If it
feels good and you want to do it, do it. Are you OK with that?"

"Sure."

"OK then. Now, is what you said to Gabriel true? Do you want to bottom
for the first time?"

"Um, I think so."

"Gabriel, go into my room and get the lube."

"Yippee!" The devil ran off in a flash, and the teen boy looked at me,
his cheeks red. "Don't worry, we only do what you want to do, and
we'll take it easy and make it fun."

My boy was back in a flash with the big pump bottle of lube. I took it
from him, laid it down, and crawled over to Carlos. I went in and
kissed him, coaxing his tongue out. His breath was toothpaste and
hamburger and pool water and boy. As I kissed him, I reached down and
started stroking his boner, which had hardly dipped after he came. I
ran my other hand up his perfect cum-wet belly and to his taut, hard
chest. His nipples were puffed up, as boys in puberty often are, and I
squeezed them, rolling then between my fingers. He moaned into my
mouth. His hips were starting to thrust with my hand, and I knew it
was time for him to lose his cherry. I was glad he already came in my
mouth. The tension was off, and we could take our time.

I went back onto my haunches and pulled the boy around onto his hands
and knees. I knelt behind him, sniffing his ass, which was clean from
the pool. I pulled his ass cheeks apart to see his pink muscle there,
no hair in sight. There was a new weight on the bed. Gabriel had
climbed up and offered his boy bone to Gabriel, who took it greedily
into his mouth and started loudly sucking. I went in for the rim,
driving my tongue into Carlos's asshole.

"Oh wow!" the boy exclaimed, instinctively arching his back and
clenching his cheeks together. I pried them back apart, and went back
in. He understood what was happening this time, and he didn't pull away.

"Doesn't that feel awesome" Gabriel enthused, as the older boy shook
his head yes. Carlos was clean and tasty, and my tongue probed him
lightly. There was no real smell except a little faint sweat and boy
pheromones. When he was wet, I softly probed his opening with my
finger. Then I went for the lube. Coating my two fingers and rubbing
the lube around with my thumb, I applied a bit of pressure and
carefully slid one in. He was tight, and resisted it.

"You said you've fingered yourself before Carlos?"


"Yes sir." God, his polite manners sounded sexy coming from his
cock-filled mouth.

"Then you know what to do. Relax."

The boy did his best, and I soon slid another finger in, both to the
second knuckle. The boy was stretching now, started to blossom open. I
ran the fingers in and out, which elicited a grunt. Then I stood up
and dropped my shorts and briefs and stepped over to Carlos's head.

"Holy shit!"

"It's big, isn't it? Don't worry dude, I take it all the time."

"Suck my dick, Carlos" I commanded, my voice heavy with lust. He
complied, leaning down and slurping my head into his mouth. He ran his
tongue around my cut head, and started working down my shaft. It felt
great. Gabriel was more talented, but that came from experience.
Carlos was doing well, and looking down at this hot young teen with
the killer hard body was enough that I had to concentrate not to nut.
Finally I pulled out of his mouth and he looked up at me anxiously,
awaiting his grade.

"Good job, son."

Now I pumped out a fistful of lube and lubed myself wet, real wet.
Then I resumed my position behind the teen. "It's time" I grunted, and
he looked nervously over his shoulder before submitting and
unclenching his buttocks, thrusting his ass out towards me. I added a
bit of fresh lube to his muscle and lined the head up. As expected,
there was a bit if resistance, but not too much before I popped the
head in. If I'd learned one thing about popping cherries, it was to
get the hard part over with, so when the boy's hole stopped spasming
around my head, I grabbed him by the waist and methodically started
feeding him my staff, driving in with a deliberate, unstoppable long
stroke.

"Oh oh oh! Stop! Oh. OH!!! STOP!!! IT Hurts!" I leaned over and
grabbed the boy around the torso, pulling him to me, deeper onto my
cock, and whispering "shhhh" into his ear. "Just relax. Feel it in
you. Relax. In a moment it will feel better. You're just losing your
cherry, handsome."

Carlos was a tough, athletic, competitive kid. Gabriel leaned over and
kissed him gently on the lips, whispering "you can do it dude" softly
into his face, egging him on. "Just relax." The teen screwed up his
face with determination, and I could feel him relaxing his ass. With a
cute little thump he drove himself down the last little bit onto me. I
was in.

So I fucked him. I fucked his perfect smooth thirteen year old ass.

Slowly, carefully, intentionally, I moved my shaft up and down through
his ring. I could feel his hard little prostate on the underside of my
shaft, and I worked it. Little by little his instinct took over, and
he started to flex his hips with my strokes. Soon enough, we were
building a rhythm, two bodies moving in sync, my arms around him, my
hands rolling his nipples between my fingers, down his perfect tight
body growing wet with sweat, to his thick, long, straight teenage
bone. I stroked him. Gabriel sat in front of us, furiously stroking.
He arched his back, curled his toes, and grunted.

"Did you come, baby boy?"


"Yeah daddy, I came so hard. Watching you fuck Carlos is the hottest
thing ever. But daddy..."

"Yes, son?"


"My ass itches. I need to get fucked."

"You're gonna have to wait your turn, boy."

"No daddy, I want Carlos to fuck me."

My foster son is a genius.

*     *     *

`Let me help you."

So that's how we ended up where we started this chapter. Me and
Carlos, connected by cock. Gabriel on his back, his legs pulled up,
his ankles behind his shoulders, lubed up and anxious for cock.

"Let me help you." I grabbed Carlos's thick stick from around the
waist, gave it a few unneeded strokes (no cock, ever, could be harder)
and I guided him down to Gabriel's ass. Carlos's head popped in easily
with Gabriel's help, as he shifted his weight to line himself up. When
the head was safely in, then I pushed my hips forward,and using my
cock, lodged deep inside the teen, I drove him forward. Gabriel moaned
hard and frantically beat off his little uncut stiffy. Carlos was
breathing heavily. Carefully, I leaned him forward over Gabriel. "Put
out your hands." The teen took his weight onto his hands and I fucked
him into my foster son. "This is awesome" Carlos sighed.

"Dude, it's a sandwich. And you the carnitas bro!" At this, we all
broke into a laugh. Then we got to work again, thrusting and fucking.
I could feel my cum building up, starting its journey north.

"Oh fuck dude" Carlos growled, his boyish voice deepened by lust and
hormones. "Fuck. That's it, oh man, that's it. Oh. I'm cummin'. Oh,
I'M CUMMING!" The boy's ass quivered around my stalk, and that was my
queue.

"Oh fuck." With a pop I pulled my bone out, grasped it, pointed it,
stroked one sole time, and shot all up the teen's broad brown back, my
splooge running across the beautiful little bumps of his spine,
running down the valley of his back to his ass crack. Underneath
Carlos, I could hear Gabriel bringing himself to his baby cum. He
could pop on demand, that boy.

Gabriel climbed out from under the dog pile. He was sweaty, his hair
was a rat's nest, and cum was leaking from his ass, but he was smiling
like a ceramic monkey. He climbed off the bed, put his arms up, and
stretched his lithe body to its full length. God, he was beautiful.
Then he ran out of the room and a few seconds later, I heard the
splash in the pool.

"We better go out there. He's not allowed to swim alone." Carlos was
quiet, laying contemplatively on his side, one hand behind him,
exploring the changes to his asshole.

"You OK, Carlos? I know this is a lot to handle."

"Yes sir. I'm fine. This is, well, I always wanted to get fucked, like
since I first heard that boys could do that."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah. I mean, it was a little scary but I liked it. I really liked it
when I was in Gabrielcito too."

"Well, Carlos, that means that you do have a lot of top in you. You're
probably versatile, but mostly a top."

"Really?"

"I know I am."

*     *     *

We swam, and laid in the sun, and I grilled burgers and veggies while
the boys horsed around. As the shadows crept across the desert, I was
filled with a deep contentment. I'd been dreaming of this since I was
a boy Carlos's age at least. Maybe not this exact scenario, but this
emotion. The freedom, the easy masculinity of our bodies, the
shamelessness of our nudity, the simple warmth of our affection. This
was man boy love at its finest, up in the desert, in a cool pool on a
hot day.

After dinner Gabriel fell asleep on the couch while Carlos dressed for
me to take him back to the group home. I picked Gabriel up and carried
him into my bed, laying him down on what had become his side. Then the
teen and I headed out, bouncing down the five miles of bad road.

"Mr. Marcus."

"You can call me Leo, Carlos."

"OK. Um, Leo, I think it's great that you and Gabriel are, like,
together. I mean like your his foster dad. Gabriel, well, when he came
back from the last fosters, he was like, really down. He thought no
one would ever love him. He thought cuz he was gay and shit, I mean
stuff, that he would never have a family. I mean, I have a family. I
go every other weekend to see my Abuelo. But he's really old and my
moms can't look after me, but I never wanted, like a new family.
Gabriel, he always did. And it's, like, really good for him. I wish...."

"What do you wish, son?"

"I know I am going to stay in the group home, and when I'm fifteen in
the senior home. But I hope that when I'm eighteen and I can be on my
own that I'll have a boyfriend as good as you."

I ran my hand over Carlos's cropped head, his stiff black hair
tickling my palm.

"I hope so too, Carlos. Until that happens though, as Gabriel's
friend, you are always welcome to visit us. You are a very special
young man. You gave me a very special gift by letting me take your
cherry, and in that way, we will always be connected. I may not be
your foster dad, but you are welcome in my house any time."

"Cool. There's one thing Mr. Marcus, I mean Leo. Gabriel, he may not
say it, but he really loved being on the swim team. He was on it at
his last foster, but there's no money for that at the group home. It's
too expensive."

"He told me. How can you afford your Jiu-Jitsu lessons, Carlos?"

"My grandfather, he paid for them, and then they told me I didn't have
to pay because I'm winning lots of competitions."

"I bet you are."

"Yeah, but if you could like, get him back on the team, I know he
would love it a lot."

"If he would love it, I would love it. That boy's a fish. I'll see it
happens."

"Cool. You're a really cool foster dad Mr. Marcus."

Well, you're a good kid Carlos."

There's few things more charming than the shy, self-conscious blush of
a young teenage boy.

*     *     *

That's it for Chapter 2, boys and girls. I really hope you enjoyed
reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Wipe off your keyboards
before that stuff hardens!

I loved the feedback from Chapter 1. That's why 2 got finished to
quickly! So keep it coming please! You can write me at:

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Oh, and yes, next time, Gabriel joins the swim team :)