The Foster Parent Plan

   Chapter Four

   No guts, no glory, no boundaries!

   Dave inserted a finger inside their rectums finding the magical spot
again as they blew each other.  He wasn't even sure that the boys
appreciated or felt the sensitivity of the prostate.  He, himself had never
experienced anyone going there on him.  He would ask Troy about it the next
time they were alone.

   Thinking of Troy, Dave wondered how the sexual education was going down
the hall.  Obviously their plan called for a one on one hands-on or maybe
it was mouth-on tutoring session.  It was the reason Troy was not in Dave's
bed that night with Davey and Danny.  He was proud of what he had
accomplished so far without the need for Troy to pre-groom them.

   Dave thought about the next challenge.  How he was going to get the boys
to have anal sex together.  He weighed his options and came up with the
most logical, even if it was an undermined tactic.  He uncoupled the boys
from their mutual their blowjobs.  He then rolled Danny onto his belly
stuffed pillows under his hips to elevate his rear end and began sucking
and licking the boys rectum.  It wasn't long before Danny showed signs of
enjoying the attention by wiggling his bum and purring.  Dave could then
easily get a little more tongue inside the muscle guarded gates which soon
began letting down their defences.

   He kept Davey by his side knowing that the boy probably feared Dave was
going to force him to do the disgusting deed.  Although the thought had
crossed Dave's mind, he had other plans when he produced a tube of
lubricant and basted Davey's cock with it.  Moving aside, he motioned the
boy into position, pointed his cock at the target.

   "Now push hard." he whispered in Davey's ear.

   The unsuspecting Danny never saw it coming.  He reared his head and
looked back to confirm what was happening.  Dave smiled at him telling him
to relax while, at the same time, he was instructing Davey to push harder.
All too soon, his thick four inches of boy cock were buried inside Danny's
inviting hole despite Danny cursing like an enraged sailor.  Dave guessed
that Danny was more or less pissed off that he'd been duped into being
fucked rather than the actual pain endured.

   The porno movie might have come in useful after all.  If Davey wasn't
quite sure what to do, the two boys fucking on the screen clued him in.  He
began humping with a purpose.  Dave cautioned him not not pull back to far
after he fell out not once, but twice requiring Dave to reinsert the slimy
cock.  Danny howling and panting at the ongoing assault on his ass was
definitely humiliated.  He tried to get out from under his assailant but
Dave held his hips firmly in place.

   Dave had no intentions of fucking either of the boys that particular
night, however, the urge became overwhelming.  Danny had been fooled once
so, when he saw Dave take took Davey's position, the boy cried out begging
Dave not to fuck him.

   "Just relax, Danny." Dave advised, "The more you struggle, the worse it
will be for you.  Either way, I'm going to fuck you.  I can be gentle or
rough ...  it's all up to you."

   Danny must have weighed his choices.  Unfortunately, his third choice of
not getting fucked at all wasn't one of them.  He relaxed the best he could
however, Dave still felt the resistance when his cockhead easily found the
widened gap and, wasting no time, spread the warm tight canal over his
cock.

   Dave noticed the boy clawing at the sheets above his head.  Danny yelped
and cussed and gasped as the intruder slowly made progress that all but
seemed impossible.  Dave was getting frustrated at the slow progress.  He
now topped the boy under his full weight with his arms hooked under Danny's
pits in a full nelson and pushed hard, pulled back a half inch and pushed
again over and over until he felt his public bush contact the plump round
little buns trapped beneath him.  One more thrust had him bottomed out,
mission accomplished.

   "The hard part is over now, Danny boy.  Ya did real good, son!"

   "It fucking hurts like hell, you bastard!"

   Dave wondered if Maggie heard any of the boy's pleas.  He could hear her
bedroom television blaring.  He wondered if she had turned the volume up to
drown out the sounds of the unthinkable things her husband might be doing
to one of the boys?  Or, was it just possible that she was just hammered
again on wine or gin and passed out?

   With Danny securely under him, he began a slow, rhythmic gyrating of his
hips.  The rectum grasped him tightly and throbbed, perhaps the muscles
were involuntarily spasming, or maybe it was the boy's heartbeat pounding.
Whichever it was, Dave liked the added sensations of it.  His strides got
longer, each thrust forward brought a groan from the boys head tucked under
his chest along with an occasional muffled cuss word.

   Davey watched, his jaw agape, probably counting his blessings that it
wasn't him trapped under the large man with his asshole plugged by the
mammoth manhood.  He had to admit to himself that he liked fucking Danny
who held a superiority over him from the very first day at the home.  He
even managed some kind of hold over their year older roommates, Mark, Mike
Colin and Calvin.  Danny wasn't bossy, he just kind of had a way at getting
the boys to do what he wanted, deciding which board-games they played
together, or which television show they watched.  He was more than capable
of conning someone to sneak into the kitchen late at night and get them a
snack at great peril of meeting the dragon-lady in the hall with his hands
full of contraband.  It happened once to Colin.  The boy had four plastic
cups tucked in his underwear, a jug of milk in his left hand, and the
cookie jar tucked under his right arm.  The ceramic cookie jar shattered
when it hit the floor, luckily the plastic lid of the gallon milk jug held
fast and didn't spill over the floor.

   Dave was huffing and puffing in a state of bliss.  The headboard slammed
the wall like it did whenever he fucked Troy, --he never got around to
fixing it to the bed frame.  However, the excitement of literally raping
Danny was a strange turn-on.  He felt a sense of power and control.  He
ordered Davey to sit, legs spread between Danny and his side.  He could
smell the musty scent of Davey's rectum before he took the boy's hard cock
in his mouth all the way to the base.  Five minutes later, Dave reared his
head and cried out in ecstasy as his cock, lodged deep inside Danny, bred
the boy.  Gaining his composer, he again sucked Davey until his orgasm
completely subsided.

   "Can you get off me now?" asked Danny.

   Dave's cock was withering, yet the firm hold of the confines kept him
planted well after he went completely flaccid, He could feel Danny's
natural intestinal functions trying to void the intruder.  He rolled off
Danny who breathed a deep sigh of relief.  Oddly, Davey followed Dave never
letting his cock slip from the man's mouth.  He ended up squatting over the
man's head to receive continued oral stimulation.  Dave had to wonder if
the kid was nearing orgasm, if he was even capable.  Davey continued to
face fuck him until, suddenly, his whole body trembled and his cock
twitched several times.  Dave's taste buds sensed only a hint of something
sweet and watery.  He was indeed thrillled with the unsuspecting treat that
the eleven year old, nearing his twelfth birthday rewarded him with.  Davey
was impressed with himself as well; his first orgasm which, as he admitted
later, he had been trying for weeks to obtain.

   Surprisingly, Danny wasn't as pissed off as he was expected to be.  He
held a hand on his abused, red and swollen rectum and said, "Mother fucker,
that hurt!"

   "Watch your mouth, young man." Dave said sternly, then laughed.  To set
the tone for the future, he added, "You'll get used to it eventually."

   Danny peered at him, rolled his eyes, and said, "Whatever ...  what's in
it for me?"

   Dave thought that over and dismissed the thought of any monetary offer.
Shrugging his shoulders he replied, "Food and shelter ...  or, if you
prefer, a stint at St.  Vincent's orphanage.  If St Vincent's interests
you, you can ask the older boys to explain what goes on there to you." He
wasn't proud of his callous remark, but he'd be damned if he was going to
pay for sex any longer now that he realized how easily boys could be had.
Troy might just have to go back to peddling his ass in the park and mall
bathrooms.  Dave would pay him what he owed for breaking in Colin and
Calvin that night but he was confident that he could take matters in his
own hands from here on out.

   In order to show both Danny and Davey that he was an equal player, he
sucked Danny to full erection and then applied lubricant telling the boy to
fuck him.  Danny was more than willing for no other reason than to get
even. Dave held his own legs bent at the knee and spread wide as Danny,
overzealous, fumbled several times finding the target.  Davey ended up
taking matters in hand and guided the union of coupling boy and man.

   Although Danny was trying to be rough as possible, the kid didn't know
that Dave had already been fucked by the older boys and loved every second
of it.  It was this newly realized sexual dimension that allowed him to be
submissive that he found incredibly stimulating.  At first, he was only
trying to win them over as an equal in their eyes.  To do that he was
willing to have done to him what he was doing to them.  Dave feigned
discomfort and pain for Danny's benefit.

   He directed Davey to straddle his chest for two reasons.  He wanted to
suck him off to ejaculation and he wanted him to guide Danny's
overambitious, slippery cock back to its mark when it frequently slipped
out.  Davey, for his part, having already enjoyed face fucking Dave quickly
moved into position.  Dave also used the opportunity to work a wet
forefinger into Davey's pink bubblegum-like ass once again finding the lump
just beyond the sphincter at the base of the pubic bone.  Davey might have
been more relaxed this time as he began to squirm as Dave gently rubbed the
g-spot.  His free hand reached under and found the boy erect.  Pointing it
downward, he could see it between Davey's thighs.  Using only a thumb and
index finger, Dave masturbated the small cock pleased to feel it twitch two
or three times before it ejaculated a skim-milk like fluid that puddled on
his sternum.  Dave scooped the watery substance and licked it off his two
fingers, going back down for seconds.

   Danny then collapsed.  Dave doubted it was the cause or effect of the
orgas.  Actually, the boy was more tired than anything else because he had
been plowing Dave's ass with a satisfied vengeance.  In his exhaustion,
Danny's face humorously landing in Davey's fluid that was smeared on Dave's
lower chest, Davey had rolled off Dave just moments before.  The look on
Danny's face was priceless.  In his embarrassment, he glared at Davey
quickly figuring out where the slimy mess originated.

   Dave snuggled the two youngsters into either side of his torso and
chest, an arm around each of their shoulders.  Young boys starved for a
man's attention, he thought, almost feeling guilty.  Neither one seemed any
worse for the wear, if anything, they were prepared to do anything it took
to get that human need for love and nurturing.  God knows, sadly, they
would never find that in Maggie as a mother figure.

   * * *

   Dave went to work the next morning feeling like he was on top of the
world.  Both boys shared in blowing him after the alarm clock did it's ugly
thing.  He didn't usually work weekends, however, the overtime offered
after a production line mechanical failure Friday afternoon caused a back
up in production was well worth the time.

   Just as he was leaving his station for lunch, he spotted Sean Watkins,
the fifteen year old Adonis whose endowment he had already oogled.  Their
eyes met briefly from a distance.  Sean smiled and waved.  Dave returned
the acknowledgement however his wave turned into a summoning of the boy. 
He wasn't even sure why he had made that invite, but Sean keenly jogged
over to Dave.

   Dave asked, "What ya doing for lunch?"

   "Nothin' really.  It's a nice day, thought I'd head over to the river
and eat my lunch there."

   The river Sean referred to was behind the plant, a tranquil place where
employees often went swimming on their hour break, or just to laze around
under the warm sun.  At least that was what Dave was told, never being a
sun worshipper himself.

   "Can I join you then?" he asked for no real reason.  --Okay, he liked
the good looking blond kid, who was he kidding.

   "Cool!" Sean said with a smile, "Let's go then."

   The teen led Dave a greater distance up river from the plant than where
he knew most employees gathered.  They came to a small clearing, a sandy
strip in a very small lagoon type setting.

   "You swim?" Sean asked pulling off his socks and shoes.

   "Yeah, I like to swim." he replied, somehow needing to add, "Thats how I
stay in shape ...  well, the best I can, anyway.

   Sean released the straps of his coveralls and let them fall standing in
his red briefs kicking the garment off his feet.  He then took off his
t-shirt.  Dave's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the near naked boy.

   Sean, still smiling, said, "No one ever comes this far from the factory.
I like it here because I can go swimming in private." That said, he slowly
rolled down his briefs over his legs and kicked those to aside with his
left foot.  Naked he stood there, and asked, "Going to join me for a dip?"
He then ran into the water knee deep, turning to face Dave splashing
himself grinning.  "Come on, man.  We only have about a half hour before we
have to be back at the sweet box."

   Dave was beside himself.  The pure beauty of the teenager's body had him
stupefied.  The kid sported what Dave didn't have to guess was a
semi-erection.  Uncut, the boy's penis jutted out and curved downward, five
thick inches hovered over a set of balls the size of cherries hung loosely
and well proportioned in a dark-pink bell-shaped sack.

   Dave dropped his lunch pail and tore off his clothes.  For some reason
his full hard-on wasn't a deterrent in exposing himself to the watching
boy. He ran into the water to hip level maybe a little conscious.  He
bobbed under the water several times, however, each time he shook the water
from his head and eyes, Sean remained standing only thigh deep, his own
cock now fully erect and pointing upward.

   Sean then dove surfacing in front of Dave who couldn't resist daringly
to reach for the boy's genitals.  His mind was put at ease when Sean
reached out and took Dave's cock in his hand.  They stared at each other,
neither sure where they were going from there, if anywhere.  Dave found the
hidden courage to pull the teen closer by his hips and they began to
masturbate each other while looking eye to excited eye.

   Perhaps it was his experience with Davey and Danny that gave him the
courage to lead Sean back to the beach and beyond a short distance to a
grassy area.  He lowered himself and the willing boy first to their knees,
then to their sides each assuming the expected position they both wanted
badly without uttering a word.  Dave could care less if someone
happenstanced upon the two ravaging each other orally, hands
indiscriminately groping.  The chances of them reaching simultaneous orgasm
was what gave thought to be a chance in a thousand.  However, after a few
moments, Sean rolled over on top of Dave and began some heavy thrusting. 
When Dave felt the very hard, vibrant cock in his mouth throb followed by a
downward thrust that sent a torrent of jism into the back of his throat, it
was more than Dave could take and he blew his own load in the very
receptive mouth that fellated him with greater vigilance.

   Both laid their heads on the others thigh, hands coercing dribbles from
shrinking cocks with neither tongue wasting not a drop.  They laid content
for a while, Sean finally broke the silence.

   "I've always wanted to do this but was too afraid.  I hang around the
locker room after work and watch the men shower wishing I could suck their
cocks." he divulged, "I sometimes shower with them trying not to get a hard
on, but it always happens and I end up trying to cover it."

   Dave thought for a moment, and said more so than asked, "You never saw
anyone interested?"

   Sean countered, "Oh, no!  I see lots of men eyeing me up and down, even
some of the teenage employees.  But that's where it ends.  I smile at them
and they turn away.  Not that we could do anything there, but maybe meet
after work, ya know?"

   "Sounds to me that you're a lonely kid." Dave said.  "But I don't think
work is where you should be trying to meet people for sex.  Kind of a
redneck bunch around here."

   "I found you, didn't I?"

   Dave couldn't argue that logic.  Over a thousand people worked at the
factory, surely there were other like-minded guys or, at least, a few who
would let a boy suck their cock just for the hell of it.

   Dave laughed.  "Yeah, you caught me at a weak moment jerking off in the
urinal.  Perhaps had that guy not come in, we might have taken things
further in a toilet stall?"

   Sean looked away from Dave, a hint of shame on his face.  He asked,
"Would you fuck me sometime?"

   Dave remembered the night before fucking a resistant Danny for the first
time, yet Sean was asking for it.  "You ever done that before?  he asked.

   "Hell, I ain't never even sucked a cock before you." he chuckled.  "I
just know that I'd like to get fucked." he looked away again and confided
sheepishly, "I use other things up there ...  it feels nice, but I bet a
cock would feel the best."

   "Yes, buddy.  I'd be honored to fuck you anytime." Dave looked at his
watch, already ten minutes late back to work, they scrambled to dress and
trotted back to the factory.  * * *

   At his station, Dave wondered if he would have followed up on a gut
feeling about Sean before the foster kids had come along.  If Sean, or
someone like him, had offered himself on a silver platter, Dave wasn't sure
how he would have reacted back then ...  or whether he would have had the
guts to follow up for fear of a misunderstanding and embarrassing himself,
worse yet, outing himself at work.  Without a doubt, Dave was content in
this instance that Sean was the seducer.  It was Sean who took him to the
secluded beach, undressed and exposed his semi-hard cock that spoke volumes
about the kid's desire.  That's all the teen had to do before Dave took the
initiative and initiated the sexual contact.

   Dave had never used the change room/shower area before, always choosing
to change and shower at home.  Quite frankly, he had never been in the
spacey smelly locker room until that afternoon after work.  At shift
change, there were at least a hundred guys in all states of undress, many
were teens who horsed around flicking wet towels at each other, all naked.
Others minded their business, showered and changed quickly.

   Dave felt like a pervert voyeur sitting on the bench half undressed
taking in the scenes being played out in front of him.  Several groups of
four or five boys, adults included, stood around a locker chatting in no
hurry to dress.  They laughed among themselves but what Dave noticed as an
observer was that all, young or old, pulled their cocks to what had to be
ensuring maximum flaccid length.  From his vantage point, Dave also noticed
a few sporting semis that they casually maintained with a downward stroke.
Dave summed it up as guys peacocking, a primitive macho need to expose
their manhood to each other and be accepted.  It might have been an odd
observation, but he was certain that he was correct.

   He saw Sean sitting down the long corridor of lockers watching two young
guys fully naked and wrestling.  On the tile floor they battled for
supremacy rolling each other over, genitals making contact and hands
wandering aimlessly without inhibitions, all in the name of sport.

   Dave began to wonder if not all males had a homosexual gene, was it
prevalent in some and hidden in others.  He remembered his high school
years when the same activities took place in the locker room, however, he
thought nothing about it at the time.

   Dave was rock hard.  impossible to take a shower in that state.  He
walked the length of the room and motioned for Sean to follow.  Inside the
washroom area, he laced his hand with liquid soap and ushered Sean into the
handicapped stall.  The boy's wish was going to come true, Dave was going
to fuck him.

   Sean yelped many times, not loud, more so under his breath so as not to
bring unwanted attention as he was bent over supported by the toilet tank.
Dave was not gentle, not at all.  The hand soap worked nicely allowing him
a good couple of inches before Sean reacted to his sphincter being forced
wide, however, not as preventive as Danny and he slid with minor resistance
into the teen.  Dave masturbated the teen while he fucked him, the boy's
head occasionally slamming into the tiled wall.

   * * *

   Life was finally being good to him, Dave thought driving home much later
than usual.  At the front door he heard splashing from the pool and the
obnoxious voice of Jerry Springer and his screaming audience coming from
the living room.  Maggie had dozed off, her head down and jowls protruding
under her second chin.  To think that he used to fuck her disgusted him. 
The day they got married, Maggie let herself go.  Something about a wedding
ring changes women, and every guy he knew attested to it ...  life as you
know it changes drastically.  There was little sex and a lot of nagging. 
Dave knew of few men who left their wives for another woman only to find
out later that women are all basically the same strange creatures.  How's
that saying --Men are from Mars; women are from Venus.

   Entering the kitchen, he smelled something wonderful.  Rossa had made a
pot of her delicious Mexican meat sauce.  Dave loved Rossa's recipe that
included just enough hot spices for flavor, but not enough to burn one's
palate.  All Dave had to do was cook the spaghetti noodles.  He was
thankful to Rossa for an easily cooked meal.  She was a peach of a woman
and a pillar of support for Dave going above and beyond her duties for the
sake of the boys.  Having had ten kids of her own, Rossa was what Dave
thought of as a professional mother.  The woman also felt sorry for Dave,
she saw first hand the help, or lack of it, that the alcoholic Maggie
provided.  She often wondered why Dave kept the drunken cow around.

   Uninhibited by Maggie, the boys were all swimming naked and welcomed him
home with fleeting glances and idle waves.  They were all absorbed in
various activities.  Dave took off his clothes and dove into the refreshing
water skinny dipping for the second time that day.

   Troy swam up to Dave and looking like the cat that caught the canary, he
said, "It's done.  You owe me a hundred bucks."

   Although Dave had an inkling of what Troy meant, he asked, "What are you
talking about?"

   Troy rolled his eyes, "The twelve year olds ...  we had sex with them
last night, and they liked it."

   "Did ya's fuck them?"

   " Nah, too soon for that, Dave.  Strictly blowjobs."

   "Then your work isn't done and I don't owe you anything yet."

   "Well can I have half of it, then?  I wanna take Kimberly Jones on a
date tonight." he said shyly.

   Dave laughed.  It was hard for him to imagine the whore boy liking
girls. "Sure, buddy.  Have a nice time with Kimberly.  Be home by midnight,
okay?"

   Davey and Danny were suddenly climbing on his back.  He looked at Troy
and said, "Don't bother with these two, I took care of it already last
night."

   Troy looked a little disappointed, he lost money.  "Well, maybe I can
still break them in for you?"

   "Done already.  Guess I made better progress than you did last night."
Dave said proudly then turned his attention to the two boys playfully
climbing on his body.  He tossed each one into the water over and over
until he grew tired.

   Walking into the house with his clothes under his arm, he saw Maggie
sitting at the kitchen table.  She appeared happy for a change.  Dave found
out why when she handed him a government check.  It was their first payment
for foster care.  Dave had an idea what each boy was worth, seeing those
numbers before his eyes, he was astonished.

   Maggie said, "Ya know, if we take in another four boys we get a `group
home' status and even more money.  I want you to convert half the playroom
into another bedroom."

   "Maggie, we have our hands full already ...  at least I do!"

   Then she dropped the bombshell.  "What, Dave.  Another four boys for you
to diddle with and you're turning it down?"

   That hurt.  A low blow.  So she had known.  "The hell you talking about,
Maggie?" he asked knowing full well what she was alluding to.

   "I'm not stupid, you goddamn idiot.  All those boys in your room
overnight?  She began to laugh cynically.  "I always suspected you were
queer ...  but a pedophile to boot?" she laughed again.  "Don't worry,
Dave. You're dirty little secret is safe with me.  So when will you get
started on the new bedroom?"

   "They have nightmares, okay?" he lied, knowing how lame that sounded.

   She laughed again.  "Yeah right, Dave.  If you say so.  Now, when will
you get started on that bedroom?  I want that extra money because I want to
have a month's vacation in the tropics next winter."

   Dave stormed out of the kitchen, He was scared.  How foolishly careless
he had been.  He sat at his desk and designed the new bedroom.  He drew up
a list of the materials he would need.  He was due a weeks vacation so he
called his boss and booked off the next week.  She knew, so be it.



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