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Being posted for the author:

The following is an actual personal account involving sex between myself 
and other teenage guys in a group home environment in the early to mid
1990's.  If this is offensive to you, or if under legal age, or in a
location that prohibits such explicit sexual descriptions, please do not
read it.

I guess I am writing this here cause I really don't want to tell anyone I
know, but I do want to tell someone, also I want to find out if anybody
else has experienced similar situation in 'the system'.  This is all, for
the most part, true.  There have been minor changes for purposes of
narrative and protection of the identity of those involved.  All names
have been changed. 

Jim Jenkins jimmygoesdown @ hotmail.com

Part I

I had been having problems with at home with my step-thing, sometime time
full on fights and in seventh grade I finally went to the proper
authorities and wound up in foster care, it wasn't too bad; at least I
still had my friends and familiar surroundings.  Fast forward and in my
second month of being a freshman I got in a little trouble at school. 
Wasn't really a big deal and anyone else would have just been suspended,
but since I was in the system there was a meeting and it was decided that
I needed to have the extra supervision that a group-home provides, that I
was in a 'bad environment' and that my friends were a 'bad influence.  So
I was sent more than 80 miles away to a ranch in the middle of nowhere.

Listen to that Song Sanitarium my Metallica "no locked doors no windows
barred no things to make my brain seem scarred" and you might understand.
Partially.

There weren't any guard towers or electric fences, location took care of
that, it was eight miles from the nearest cross street, and that cross
street was even further away from the highway.  The only way out would be
for a friend on the 'outs' to provide a getaway car. The locals knew not
to pick up any teenage hitchikers and it was along walk. 

The most potent threat was that if we ran we would automatically go to
CYA.  California's own Youth Prison where you can wind up being kept up to
age 25.  This was true for most everyone else there, 'cause they were
placed there by the juvenile justice system, however, I had never
committed a crime.  My only crime was seeking help from Social Workers,
and winding up in the foster system.  I could have left whenever I wanted,
but I didn't find that out until long after I was released.

I knew the way home.  I wouldn't have gone by the road.  I knew I was
eighty miles north of home and the Ranch was right at the edge of the
lower foothills and so was my home town. It would've only taken me a two
or three days but I would have done it too, if they hadn't lied to me
about the consequences.

We weren't allowed to wear what we wanted (they bought clothes in bulk),
listen to the music we wanted (there was a list of 'illegal' music), or
really in any meaningful way have any interaction with the outside world
(nothing).  When we went to school, and I shit you not, there was a
special group-home school in a nearby town with a locked gate and barbed
wire around the outside and we were always watched and kept separate from
the girls.  I had been an honors student but at this school I was doing
the equivalent of fifth grade work--just enough to keep me busy but bored.
 There were like sixty different group-homes in the surrounding area, lots
of kids being sent from the more urban areas to the safely rural north I
guess, but the guys came from all over the state.

There were forty guys, six cabins, six boys in each cabin and four who
lived over the kitchen, all aged between eleven and nineteenwith no
contact whatsoever with girls.  The limit went up to twenty because you
could sign an 18 year old Agreement where you could remain as long as you
continued school and completed their 'Independence Program' and continued
to comply with the grouphome rules.  There was only one guy who I ever saw
who opted to stay.  His name was Mishler, least that what everybody called
him.  I think it was his last name.  There was a weight set in the rec
room and he was aways in there maxing his body. He had just turned 18 a
few months before and was in residence for most of my time there.  I
didn't understand why anyone would stay if they could leave.  I guess he
didn't have anyplace to go back to.  And also he'd been there for such a
long time; since he was ten.  Maybe he just wanted to stay with what he
knew.

I kept writing my girlfriend back home, but it didn't take long before she
stopped writing me back.  It only took maybe two or three weeks
beforewell...lets just put it this way, there wasn't much to keep you
entertained, no cable, and only some well used vhs tapes in the TV room. 
I soon picked up smoking and another oral habit I still have to this day.
As far as I knew, none of the councilors were in on it.  However when they
did the bed checks, they would always open the bathroom door first, which
of course was always empty at 3am, and gave everyone plenty of warning
before the bedroom doors were checked.  I think they all knew what was
going on but just didnt want it confirmed. 

For me it started with this one boy, little Arrondo, so called because his
older brother as Arrondo II.  There were three other brothers also named
Arrondo in other institutions, all named after their father. They were
Philippineo, but I thought they were Japanese.  I always imagined that
their father was some kind of Japanese gangster.

Little Arrondo was slim effeminate and sort of girly, which sort of made
it okay.  From almost the day I arrived he had fixated on me.  He kept on
touching me, grabbing at my crotch and making lewd comments, for days, and
giggling to his little friend, a little blond haired boy whose name I
forget.  I really thought they were just making fun of me.  Took me awhile
but I finally got a clue.

He was grabbing at me again, and I usually smacked his hand away, telling
him to quit.  But that day I thought I would call his bluff and just stood
there.  It was no bluff little Arrondo went to work on my chest. belly,
thighs and  every inch of my groin.  It was getting me horny.  I became
visibly hard.  He squeezed at it thru my shorts.  He tugged at the
waistband and used it as a handle to pull me into the bathroom.  He  was
so eager to get his hands on it. With a quickness he had my shorts tugged
down, and was on his knees stroking my dick. 

I was so afraid that someone would catch us, but I guess the blond boy was
playing lookout.  I closed my eyes and thought of my girlfriend as he
sucked me.  I hadn't even been jacking off.  I was so incredibly horny and
when I came it was a hard and long.  Little Arrondo didn't lose a drop, he
gulped hard twice then held the last bit in his mouth for a few moments
before taking the final swallow.  He then looked up at me with a look of
pure satisfaction.  And just as quick was on his feet and out the door. 
Leaving me to contemplate what had just taken place.

At first I was just getting my dick sucked here and there by 'the girls'.
The four younger boys who were, I think, actually gay, at least they
really seemed to like it.  There was Arrondo, the blond boy, and two
brothers Jake and Kyle I think, who weren't twins but looked alot alike.
The older one was Kyle, but only by 11 months. They all hung out together
and were dick crazy as hell. The only problem was that they weren't very
discreet in front of the other guys, and I didn't have a word for it then
but now I'd call them 'flamin'.

I never thought to return the favor.  I hadn't ever sucked.   And although
sometimes they would take theirs out and tug on their pricklets, they
never asked me to do them in return.  My spunk was payment enough.

After I was there a couple weeks my roomate, I think his name was Brian,
started jacking off every night and didn't try too hard to hide it.  One
night he was doing it with the covers off, in full view, I sort of tried
to pretend I was asleep but couldn't help but look. Then he whispered
"dude come over here", I didn't move a muscle, he said it again.  I
hesitantly got up and slowly crept over to his bed.  I stood over him, my
boner oh so obviously pressing against my underwear.  It was quickly
released and enveloped in his warm mouth.  

He sucked on me for a little while with me standing over him then just
stopped and laid back holding the base of his dick. I stood there for a
moment not sure what to do when he gave me a nod.  I crawled onto the bed
trying not to make any noise and cautiously reached for his hardon. I
looked up at him for a moment, his eyes were closed.  I hadn't ever given
head but sort of knew what to do, I wasn't given any instruction.  My
heart was racing.  I held onto the base and gave it a tentative lick
tasting his precum, then slowly let my lips slide over it. 

Somehow I thought it would taste bad, but it didn't, it actually felt good
in my mouth, so warm, so soft, so firm.  I couldn't take it all the way in
like the boys who had been sucking me did. He was a little older than me
and bigger, but his dick was just a bit smaller than mine.  I took what I
could. I bobbed and sucked and lapped at it with my tongue and had just
started to really get into it when I heard someone in the living room.  It
was the bed check.  I snapped back to my own bed with he covers pulled up
so very fast, yet somehow without a sound.  My heart was thumping in my
chest as the door opened, and just as quickly it closed.  I suppose we
could have gotten back to it, there wouldn't be another check for three
more hours, but I was too shaken up.

The next night he didn't waste anytime.  It was only like fifteen minutes
after lights out when I felt the covers being tugged.  I sat up halfway
and he took the opening to slide himself naked and spread legged between
me and the head of the bed, his hardened meat inches from my lips.  I made
no pretense of reluctance, in fact Id been thinking about it all day.  I
took him into my mouth and this time he cupped the back of my head, not
really pressing but coaxing me to take him in further and guiding the
rhythm.  I really got into it.  My whole world was sucking his dick. It
didn't take him too long to shoot his load, it gushed against the back of
my throat and I swallowed without a second thought. It tasted good and
tingled.  After he caught his breath he grabbed my shoulders and turned me
around so that my back was up against him.  He held me firmly up against
his chest with his left arm and with his right he grabbed my dick and
jerked it.  I had never had someone else jack me off, not even my
girlfriend, and he wasn't clumsy about it at all.  It was over far too
quick soon my chest was striped with cum which he then rubbed in.  Then
without a word he got up and went back to his bunk. 

I laid there awake for a long time, jerking myself off one more time
before I could sleep.

Once the ice was broken, we went at it every night, jerking and sucking.
After awhile Id get the 'you suck me and Ill suck you', from the others
in my cabin, after word got out that I'd been broken in.  At first I think
I was getting hard, knowing I was going to get mine serviced, but after
awhile just thinking about sucking dick would get me hard.  I liked it, I
liked how it felt in my mouth. Sometimes I would protest that I didn't
really want to, but I really did.  After awhile I didn't even care if I
got sucked in return at all.

Of course everything was kept hush-hush, no one ever talked about it, and
unless you were really paying attention you would never know. But there
wasn't a boy one who didn't suck or get sucked, most did both but some
thought they too tough to have to get on their knees for anyone, and
wouldn't, or at least said they didn't.  I was okay with that, cause there
were always others who would.

Part II

I could go into more detail about each instance, but I don't want to write
a novel or a mini-series.  There was too much to tell. It was mostly like
some other boy stepping into the shower with a hard on, pulling you into
an empty closet, a few sly remarks here and there, whipping it out when no
one's around.  There was a sizable hill above the cabins and there was a
spot or two where you could go where the bushes were just thick enough to
conceal or in the TV room above the cafeteria--the stairs creaked and you
would always hear someone approaching in time, or on the roof of the rec
room--it was easy to get onto and no one ever thought to look up there. 
Nobody ever really talked about it or ever even mentioned anything sexual
unless it was just one on one. 

Having any kind of  threesome or foursome was pretty rare.  Although, had
a fivesome more than a few times with 'the girls'.  And once with Arrando
II and Mishler together.

Most all of the sex was oral.  Some guys did anal too, but it took prep. 
They would use empty shampoo bottles to enema with and had to sneak pats
of butter out of the cafeteria for lube.  I tried it a couple of times,
with the blond boy 'cause he asked me to and really wanted it.  I'd really
go at if for a while but wind up going soft every time. It felt good but I
couldn't get the idea out of my head of my dick being surrounded by shit. 
I'd run to the bathroom to soap up and wash it off.  I know its not that
dirty, but we didn't have condoms available, I might have felt better
about it with a rubber shield.

Even though I wasn't really into it, I had to take it a few of times as
well. Becauseum I'm not a wimp or anything but there were forty boys
there and some of them were big and when I was told to meet them and be
ready, I knew better than to say no.  I don't care what anyone says.  Anal
sex hurts, and its nasty.  I hear people say that it hurts at first then
starts to feel good.   Hells no!  It hurts, then hurts less, then becomes
tolerable, but still fucken hurts.  Some guys seem to like it alot.  Not
this guy.

Its weird though, I sometimes fantasize about fucking or getting fucked,
but I don't want to actually do it, kinda grosses me out.  But the idea of
it can be a turn on.

One day Arrondo II came up to me, and said that I should come see him that
night at his cabin and that I should come prepped.  Arrondo II was a big
guy really muscled with that perfect wasp shape.  I was more than a little
scared.  His bunk mate was Mishler.  I had sucked Mishler.  He was almost
eight inches and thick.  The older Arrondo was pretty big too, but
mercifully not as thick.

I knew I couldn't back out of it, so I prepped and at about a half an hour
after lights out I crept over to cabin four.  The front door was open a
few inches and the door to their room was also ajar, probably so I could
get in without making too much noise.  I was really nervous.  Not a word
passed between us the entire night.

Mishler motioned for me to shut the door then tugged at my clothes.  I
understood.  I stripped and started to get onto one of the beds.  Arrondo
stopped me and pointed at the floor.  There was a pillow.  He positioned
me with my ass up in the air and my shoulders down.  I felt his fingers
work more lube into me, circling around my hole and pressing in. 

I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance with his fist guiding it;
holding it firmly in place.  He started to pump it forward very slowly
caving my anus inward until finally his head popped in.  I wanted to yell
out or pull away but knew I couldn't.  I took it.  It hurt just as much as
I'd thought it would.  He worked it in slowly and was soon taking me deep
but kept the pace very measured.  My ass relaxed a bit more, and yes, it
no longer hurt quite as much.

Then a thumb was pressed into my mouth. I impulsively sucked on it.  It
was Mishler.  I'd almost forgot he was in the room.  He was at full
stiffness and stroking it in front of me.  It had never looked so
intimidating, knowing where it was soon going to be shoved.  He propped me
up so I was on my hands and knees and guided my mouth onto it.  He easily
had the biggest dick on the ranch and I was familiar with how it would
fill my mouth and was was soon pressing against the back of my throat.  By
now I was able to take a dick all the way, but with Mishler it was still
difficult.

Arrondo had been taking his time not going too fast, but maybe the sight
of Mishler's cock stuffed down my throat inspired him.  He picked up his
pace and his breathing got harder, beads of his sweat dripped onto my
back.  It shot across my mind that the sooner Arrando came the sooner
Mishler's monster would be inside me.  Arrando was close he was ramming it
into me hard going faster, soon I felt him shudder and stiffen with
several warm squirts deep inside.

Mishler pulled out of my mouth as Arrondo rolled off of me.  I was
sprawled on my side with Arrando flat on his back behind me breathing
hard.  Mishler just laid back and watched, slowly stroking himself, a sly
smile on his face.  He let me lay there for a few minutes to recover,
until Arrando got up to wipe himself off with a towel.  I was so very
nervous, but hard as a rock and wet with precum.

Mishler laid down flat on his back holding his dick straight up.  I
thought maybe he wanted me to go down on him again, but Arrando grabbed me
and placed me over Mishler's cock.  Arrondo reached around to stroke me
some to ease the pain as gravity did its work.  Mishler was sliding into
me, stretching me to capacity.  I only had an inch or two inside then
started fucking myself onto his dick at Mishler's direction, taking a
little bit more each time.  It took awhile but soon I was totally impaled
on his member.

Mishler was strong and held me up just enough to start a slow steady fuck
rhythm only going in and out just a bit.  I had relaxed some but it was
still really intense.  He went on like that for some time then suddenly
lifted me off of him and laid me flat on my back and propping my ass up on
the pillow.  He loomed over me, my knees pushed up toward my shoulders,
his powerful arms on either side of my legs holding them firm. His eyes
locked with mine as he re-entered.  He wasn't rough about it, just eased
it in firm and steady. 

He kept his eyes locked with mine like he wanted to read every bit of
anguish and ecstasy on my face.  I moaned a bit, but kept it in check, I
didn't want anyone to catch me in this state.  He kept up a steady
relentless rhythm that steadily but subtly increased.  The stokes became
longer until he was nearly pulling out before plunging all the way in with
such force that the floorboards began to creak. I could read the signs on
his face which was mere inches away from my own.  He was getting close.
His breathing was labored.  He began to shudder and his whole body
convulsed.  He stabbed me deep and held it there releasing his load deep
up inside me; five massive gushes of cum.

He got up and wiped himself with a towel then tossed it to me.  He then
grabbed my underwear and I expected him to toss them as well, but instead
put them in his dresser.  Arondo had left sometime during my pounding.  I
hadn't noticed.

When I got back to my cabin the clock said 4:38 am, only then did I
realize that there hadn't been a bed check at all.  Mishler and Arondo
must have made some kind of arrangement with the councilor on duty that
night.

Part III

The ranch was owned by the Shophner's.  Other than the ranch they also had
several other houses with up to six kids in each.  Their home, called the
Shophner House, was really big and had a pool that was both indoor and out
door, you could swim through a tunnel to get from one side to the other. 
If you went to work at the Shophner House you could make an extra twenty
bucks or so, get to swim in the pool and Pa Shophner would give you packs
of cigarettes on the sly, we were only allowed four official cigarettes a
day and those were given out by the councilors (something that would
probably be illegal now, probably was then too).

It was interesting to note that they only had girls at the Shophner
house--maybe Ma wouldn't have trusted him around boys.  He never came on
to me, but there were some looks that I caught between him and some of the
other boys, but I couldn't be certain.  I never saw it, but I was certain
that some of the councilors were in on the activities.  I had a few
suspicions and there were rumors, however nothing was ever confirmed. 
There were a few of the councilors I wouldn't have minded corrupting, but
I never dared try, unless you count walking around wearing only my swim
shorts.  

One time I went to the Shophner House to do some yard work.  Ma Shophner
and the girls left on some outing and would be gone for the day.  There
were six of us, a couple of the boys were given tasks inside the house,
two more were working on cleaning the pool and me and this skater boy
named Roebi were given hand tools to cut down the tall weeds.  Roebi
started at the edge of the house, but I suggested we go all the way down
to the bottom of the hill and work our way up. I grabbed one of the beach
towels from the pool area.

Roebi was new to the Ranch.  I think his real name was Chris, and Roebi
just a nick name, but its what everybody called him.  He was a young
fourteen or a mature thirteen.  Really skinny and shorter than me.  His
hair was bright bleached blond, almost white, and shaved on both sides
leaving a long top knot, which marked him as just having come from the
real world.  He wouldn't be allowed to have an 'extreme haircut' like that
again anytime soon.

The weeds were high.  Me and Roebi barely cut a ten by four foot swath
when I suggested a cigarette break.  Not being overly ambitious, he
agreed, especially since the tall grass would cover our slacking.  I
spread out the beach towel, took off my shirt and got out my smokes,
offering him one but just as he was reaching for it I said "but it'll cost
you your shirt" he gave me an odd look "I need that one for my
collection."  He smirked quizzically, but took it off and gave it to me. I
smiled and gave him the smoke.

He told me about how he had been caught with weed at school and had a
prior for vandalism and the next thing he knew his probation officer had
his things packed and transported him here where he had to watch most of
his stuff thrown in the trash, almost all his tapes and CDs, all of his
t-shirts, posters just about everything, they let him keep his skateboard
or rather they would keep it for him.

We laid out in the sun for a bit when Roebi asked "should we get back to
it before anybody notices?"  I chuckled, "Don't worry we got till lunch
before any body comes to get us." 

He nodded.  "Dude can I have another cigarette?"

"Sure, but you have to suck on my thumb."

"What?" 

Before he could protest I had his right thumb in  my mouth sucking it up
and down like a little dick. I stopped for a moment and offered my thumb
to him.  He took it in and was soon matching me.  I think I saw him start
to get stiff.

"Now where is that cigarette?" I was testing the waters. I actually had it
in my hand but made it look like I was pulling it out of my shorts.  He
didn't turn it down.

We smoked that second cig in silence, that is until I said "Roebi you want
to get stoned?"

"What?"

"I got a small joint should be enough for both of us."

"What'll I have to do?"

I laughed, he was gettin' the hang of this game, "Not much just take off
your shorts, get naked".

Roebi looked all around to check to see if anyone could see us, then pryed
off his shoes and slid down his shorts.  He laid next to me totally,
nervously, naked and semi-hard.  He was skinny but tightly toned with
smooth white skin. I lit up the joint and followed suit. As we passed it
back an forth my dick started to swell and this didn't miss Roebi's
attention. He could scarcely take his eyes away from it.  His dick grew
and stiffened.  His obvious state was making me feel bolder. I rolled
toward him and put my hand on his chest, I rubbed his tight shallow pecs
and the ripple of his abdomen then further.  I slowly and gently took his
dick in my hand and started to stroke him.  He tensed up some at my touch
but soon relaxed.

I thought I would have to take his hand and place it on my cock, but he
took the initiative, carefully taking my cock in his hand and gently
stroking me as I was stroking him.  We laid next to each other like that
for some time, gently exploring each other's dicks. 

"Have you ever sucked a dick?"  I whispered.

"... I never...I don't...I'm not..."

"Just suck on it like you sucked on my thumb, its not much different, no
big deal."

I grinned, pulling my dick away from his hand and scooted myself up so my
equipment was right in his face.

Roebi's eyes were locked on the cock only inches away from his mouth, he
bit his lower lip then looked up at me pleading "You wont tell anyone will
you?"  I smiled, "don't worry about it."  With that he tentatively took me
into his mouth, only taking in the first three inches, instinctively
sucking and bobbing on it.  He wasn't at all practiced and went up and
down so very slowly.  I didn't try to make him take it deeper or pump
faster, I just laid back and enjoyed the attention, exhilarated at the
fact that I was his first.

Roebi's dick was about four inches, with only a thin wisp of strawberry
blond hair.  Its head was wet and dripping down his length.  He didn't
weigh very much, so I easily lifted him up and positioned his dick over my
face so that we were in a over-under 69.  I took him all the way in
easily, swirling my tongue around his pole and sucking hard.  This was his
first time and I wanted him to remember it well.  Roebi took the que and
increased his sucking and tried to take me in deeper, gagging himself a
little.

I rolled him onto his side so I could get better access, and started to
really pump on his dick.  Roebi did his best to match me, but with more
struggle, I wasn't huge but a full six inches and medium thickness.  It
was all he could do to keep up.  I didn't want to cum first, but I
couldn't help it, I couldn't hold back.  I stiffened and shot my load, I
felt Roebi swallow my cum.  He didn't try to spit out my cock but held it
in his mouth.  I started sucking him with renewed vigor.  It didn't take
much longer before he too shot his load.  It wasn't much but tasted sweet.
 I savored it for a few minutes before swallowing his nut butter.

I rolled away and sat up.  Roebi just laid there overwhelmed with the
feeling.  Timidly, he whispered "Your not going to fuck me are you?"  I
laughed, "Nope not today" leaving it open for some other time, I wasn't
really into butt fucking but to be the first to take him, intrigued me,
and I had a few condoms I traded some cigarettes for.  "We'd better get
back to work."

We put our shoes and shorts back on.  I stopped him from putting on his
shirt.  We wacked at the weeds for about another hour when Pa Shophner
came to get us for lunch.  There were sandwiches out by the pool.  "You
boys want to take a swim." the man asked. One of the boys, piped in that
we hadn't brought shorts.  I thought for certain that he would suggest we
swim naked, but instead he said "Oh we got loaner trunks."  We all went
into the room surrounding the indoor part of the pool and stripped off our
clothes and got into the provided trunks.  They weren't banana hammocks,
but they were tiny and one size fits all.  The four other boys stripped
without any hesitation, but Roebi was shy about getting naked and looked
nervously at me.  Looking right at him, I shed my shorts and slipped into
the trunks, giving him the courage to do the same.

Yes the trunks were one size fits all, but just barely.  I had to keep
pushing my stuff in from the sides to keep from flopping out.  The shorts
didn't leave much to the imagination.  Pa Shophner lounged by the pool
sipping ice tea.  I could feel his eyes on me and on the others.  He was
wearing sunglasses so as to not be too obvious.  We only got to swim for
like an hour before a van from the ranch showed up to pick us up.  True to
form Pa sent us off with a bagged lunch, which included three packs of
smokes and a twenty dollar bill.

I kept my word and didn't tell anyone, for somewhat selfish reasons.  For
the next few weeks I had Roebi all to myself.  He was very compliant.  He
was still shy about it, but as soon as he was confronted with my hard cock
he would drop to his knees. I took him in the TV room and on the roof of
the rec room, wherever and whenever I could, sometimes three or four times
a day.  I always sucked him in return, to mine and his full satisfaction.

I finally decided to take it to a new level, wanting to take him before
someone else beat me to it.  I told him to meet me up on the hill, handed
him a shampoo bottle and told him what to do, told him to rinse and repeat
to make sure he was totally clean.

I didn't want anyone to see us go up the hill so I went from behind the
rec room off property and out around to get to the spot.  I had told Roebi
to do the same. I didn't want anyone thinking they could come and join in.
 I wanted him all to myself.  I hired little Arrondo to play lookout, and
was to smack two rocks together three times if anyone was coming our way.

I left a blanket and a pillow where I was to meet him.  It was at the very
edge of the property and was obscured by bushes on three sides.  I brought
a rubber glove the kind you use for dishwashing and half a cube of butter.
 When I arrived Roebi was already in place, hard and naked as instructed. 
I stood over him and made a good show of unbuttoning and pulling out my
dick, he was up on his knees instantly.  He had gotten really good at
sucking dick, and so eager.  I only let him suck me for a minute or so,
had to pull him off of me.  I didn't want to get off too quick, not in his
mouth.

"Is it gonna hurt?" he squeaked.

"Not too bad" I tried to reassure him "I'll be careful."

I laid him back and spread his legs.  He braced himself, as if I was going
to suddenly pounce on him.  I slipped on the glove and buttered his ass;
going in a wide circle just outside his pucker but pressing in solid and
steady. Once I felt that his ass well massaged and at ease, I placed my
thumb on his hole and delicately traced around it pushing inward just a
bit more with each pass.

I kept a slow even pulse on his button, as I went to work on his cock. 
Didn't want to get him off, not just yet, but I did want to keep him
horned up.  I let my lips glide down his length exploring every inch,
sucking him in slowmotion.  I tried to keep it lowkey but with all the
attention on his ass, I was afraid he was going to blow a wad.  I
reluctantly released him from my mouth

His anus was pink and shiny and totally relaxed. I pointed my middle
finger up his hole, you know like your flipping someone off, and started
gently rocking my arm back and forth, pushing, penetrating.  He accepted
the intrusion; offered no resistance.  I fucked his hole like that for a
few minutes then went for two fingers.  I watched his face intently.  I
didn't want to hurt him.  I could tell it was intense for him, and he
didn't look like he was in pain.  I spread my fingers out a bit.  He
gasped.

It was time. I took a thick chunk of butter and put it in.  I took off the
glove and...ah shit...I brought towels, handy wipes, even cookies, and
forgot the condom!  I looked at the glove.  It was clean. The boy had done
a good job.  What the hell.  I just had to fuck him. And it was his first
time.  Shit washes off, right?

With the last bit of butter I greased my cock and took aim.  I was harder
than I think I had ever been and swollen.  I held the tip at his opening
and pressed in, it yielded without much protest.  I grabbed Roebi's hips
and entered him more, he was incredibly tight.  I got in three inches and
held it there. There was a look of overwhelming intensity on his face.

I collapsed onto him, my arms wrapping around his chest, kissing him
across his neck and shoulders.  My cock pressing in further.  I was
fucking him but at that angle you can only give and inch or two, so it was
a good way to keep from shooting too soon.  He felt good against me; his
head nuzzled against my chest, I could feel his heart beat.  Just as he
could feel my dick thump.  I fucked him low and slow like that for along
time.

It took all my will power to keep from fucking him like a mad dog in heat.
 I held off as long as I could.  I stopped and raised him up just a bit so
I could sink it in as far as it will go, then grabbed his ankles and put
them on my shoulders.  I was fucking him deep and hard. He let out a
rolling moan as I piston fucked  him.   Poor Roebi's eyes could scarcely
focus.  He was feeling no pain.

Its the damnedest thing, I can suck a guys cock, kiss and lick all over
his body but don't like kissing on the lips.  Just doesn't taste right,
but some guys seem to like it.  As I buried my full length into him, his
lips parted, I think he wanted me to kiss him.  I dodged to the side
chewing on his ear instead.  I felt a tightening in my balls.  I hadn't
let myself cum for a whole day.  I picked up the tempo, quickening my
pace. We were covered in sweat and my heart was racing.  I was getting
ready to explode. I shook with the force of it.  Five hot gushes of sperm
filled Roebi's rectum. 

I fell into him leaving my still hard cock deep inside.  We laid there
like that for several minutes.  I then became aware of his still horny
dick pressing into my stomach.  I reluctantly pulled out and seized his
dick with my mouth.  I sucked him hard and it didn't take long at all for
him to shoot.  It was the most cum I had ever gotten out of him.  It was
tangy and thick.

We had been gone a long time.  I quickly wiped off my dick and dressed
leaving Roebi to do the same.  I went back to my cabin to shower, I soaped
up my dick real good, wanting to get any unseen taint off of it.  I
readily hardened and jerked again thinking about Roebi.  It had been a bad
idea to have Little Arrondo be lookout, he'd told everybody and soon Roebi
was getting it from all sides.

Part IV

I was there from just before I turned fifteen until I was seventeen and a
half.  It was in the early to mid 90's.  Only two and a half years but it
seemed like so much longer.  Some of you may read this and think that I'm
making it all up, or at least some of it.  Actually I'm just detailing a
few of the more memorable instances.  We were always horny and always
going at it.  There were always boys coming and going, so every few weeks
there would be a new arrival and without fail he would be in on the games
within weeks, sometimes days.  I think I had more sex during that time
than I ever will the rest of my life.

I feel like there was so much that I missed out on; proms, just hanging
out, going to concerts all the normal teenage stuff.  Its made me somewhat
socially inept, more detached from people, but in spite of it all I'm
mostly well adjusted.

When I did finally get back to the real world, I tried to put all this
stuff out of my mind.  I dated a couple girls, and fucked alot, felt like
I was making up for lost time, or proving something to myself, but I
always wanted my dick sucked and some girls just wouldn't. 

I knew that there was a cruise spot down by the river and started going
there to get my cocksucking needs met.  I only did this during the summer
after I got out, and only every other week or so, more when it was warm
out.  It was perfect, just like in the group-home, no kissing etc. just
getting each other off.  Then a gay-bar opened in town and all the younger
guys started going there, which I was to young to go to, not to mention
afraid, and that left just the scary old guys.  So I just stopped.

For a short time I started something up with this one guy.  An old friend
from before the grouphome.  He was a year younger than me but had really
filled out while I was gone.  He was big and well muscled, and I would
soon find out, well hung.  I was over at his house drinking and playing
video games one night when he asked me if I wanted to play truth or dare. 
It started with stupid stunts, then he asked "Is it true that you jack
off?"  My heart skipped "uh...yes."    He continued  "Is it true that
you've sucked dick?"  I was so stunned that I forgot it was my turn, I
stammered "Y-y-yeah."  He got real quiet for a minute then whispered "I
dare you to suck my dick."

He pulled it out already hard.  It was big and I was on it in moments,
surprising him with how easily it went down my throat.  I used every trick
I knew, having become a fairly skilled cocksucker.  He blew his load quick
and we went back to playing Mortal Kombat like nothing had happened.

He never sucked me in return, but at least he didn't treat me like 'less
of a man' because of it, and never tried to fuck me.  We would just hang
out or whatever and he'd pull it out and I'd wind up eating his cock.  I
would rarely ever even pull mine out, waiting until I was alone to take
care of it.  I always wondered if he asked me 'cause he knew I'd been in a
grouphome.  Did people know about what would go on there?  Did it happen
like that at every grouphome?  Did I have 'cocksucker' written on my
forehead?

It lasted for a little over a year until he got a steady girlfriend.  I've
met up with him a few times since, to go 'fishing', but I've since lost
track of him.  I think he moved.  I really missed having a steady dick to
suck.

I don't do anything with guys now, its too complicated.  Most gay guys
want to kiss and massage and cuddle and talk about their feelings and I'm
just not into that, or worse they want to put their mouth on my asshole,
which I will never be okay with, but thinking about sucking dick still
gets me hard.  I would consider it if the guy was mostly straight and just
wanted to do it, and just that, every once in a while.  I mean despite all
I've gone thru, I still primarily like girls and love eating pussy which
most gay guys think is gross.

It has made relationships difficult.  I'm not exactly gay, but I'm not
exactly straight.  I don't really have feelings for guys, except for that
one feeling.  I get crushes on girls, and secretly still want some dick on
the side.  I feel very divided.

I wonder how this experience has affected the other guys.  Didn't keep in
touch with any of them as they were all from different parts of the state
(the ranch was located in North Central California), but Im sure that
there were other such places, some more strict or maybe less but it was
system wide protocol, to extract kids from their bad environment, to keep
group home guys away from the general public, and girls their own age. 
I'm sure my experience wasn't an isolated one

All of the above is totally true, every detail, I didn't make up anything
at all, to make it more interesting.  If anyone reads this and has had
similar experiences, I'd like to hear from you:

jimmygoesdown @ hotmail.com


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