TO THE READER:
This is my first story. And this is in fact TRUE. The story may not be as hot and steamy like the other ones, but hey! It's from the heart (aww cute). Ahahah anyways ... OH I hate it when you're reading a story and the author brings up pussy ... like come on, I'm reading a gay story I don't wanna hear about that while I'm beating my meat. So ill leave that shit out. Well without further a due, here's my story!
It was nearing the end of spring of 2007 when I was 17. I was sent to a foster home because; well I never got along with my family. I was beaten as a child, my dad died when I was 5, and my step dad was an ass. I knew they loved me deep deep deep down but we never had casual family conversations like that. Well anyways I got a restraining order placed of me for beating up my step dad. A beat down that was pretty much 10 years overdue. OH SHIT I should probably introduce myself. I'm Dean. I'm 5'10, 170 pounds, a gym rat, mixed raced decent and I have a few tattoos, I was considered 'BANGIN' that's "extremely hot" for all you old school folks ;). Also at the time I considered myself straight. I knew something wasn't quite right about that, but I didn't even bother questioning myself if I was gay or not because I was a little scared of the answer. SO ANYWAYS the cops came and interviewed us. Long story short, they gave me a number to call tomorrow and dropped me off at my buddy's house. I crashed there for the night. The next day I called the number and got myself a social worker who took my case right on the spot. Without even interviewing me or having to wait (Later on in life I found out how long this process is supposed to take, and how lucky I got with the cops), and she told me she had a foster home with an available space, or I can sign up for a "youth agreement" which meant the government would give me money for rent, food and all that.
NATURALLY being 17 the idea of living on my own seemed the most appealing. The idea of no rules and showing my parents that I could make it on my own made my heart skip a beat. I don't know if it was the yearning to be in a house that felt like a family , or something my dad told me once about a man has to swallow his pride and do what's more logical. So I went with the foster home. ONE OF THE BEST DECISIONS IVE MADE
SO it took about a week to have everything set up. My social worker called my parents so she could set up a time where we could come by and pick my shit up from the house when my step dad wouldn't be there so I wouldn't be violating my restraining order. I guess you can say I was spoiled. I had a king size bed, 50 inch plasma TV, a laptop, a walk in closet with all the top brand name clothes. My parents always took me shopping after our fights, I guess it was their way of saying sorry without actually having to, and well quite honestly, I liked it. After all the packing I and my social worker were heading to the house on the other part of the city, with the moving truck behind us. I was pretty quiet the ride there and she told me of stories of nasty foster homes in the past, but they don't hear about that anymore, and how she's read the case file of this house and it seemed like a nice family. When we got there I noticed the neighbourhood was beautiful. And the house was big. Not HUGE HUGE, but big. 3 floors; 8 bedrooms. 5 washrooms , 1 living room , 1 den , 1 kitchen/ dining room, and a large front and back yard with patio.
When we got in there was a man at the door. His name was Ryan. Pretty good looking. No older than 35. He shook my hand
"hey, I'm Ryan, ill be you foster dad" he said
"Cool... so uhh... what do I call you?" I asked
"Ryan is fine"
All three of us walked in and he gave us a tour. Suddenly I heard "DEAN?! IS THAT YOU?" I turned and saw a familiar face. His name was peter, we didn't really know each other, and we've just seen each other a few times at a party since we roll with the same kind of crowd.
"Holy shiiit, no way you staying here too?" I said
"Yeah man, I've been here for a couple months now. It's pretty chill here. Do you know Raymar? Yeah he's here too. "He replied
"ohh shiiit paaaaaartyyyyy" we both said at the same time and laughed
"oh good, you two know each other" ryan interrupted
"see dean! I told you , you would like it here" said my social worker
After we continued the tour and got to my room where the movers were already unpacking. It was on the bottom floor, peters was on the other side . I don't know how to explain it in words but the bottom floor had a wall in the middle so the hall way was likea Y ... I don't know how to explain it but it was pretty sick .My room was big and there was a washroom next to it , kinda like my own private washroom. I started unpacking and moving everything around, peter came in with a towel wrapped around his waist after taking a shower. He had a nice body. Nice tanned sking standing at no more taller than me , nice ripped abs . just like me , but in my opinion I think my body is nicer...AHAHAHA
"looks like youll be here for a while too" he smirked
"yeah, I think I'm gonna like it"
"yeah man , ryans a cool guy , just no drugs in the house" he gave me that look like he had some in his room anyways.
We chatted up a bit and he told me about the other 2 younger boys that lived here. One was jamieson. He was 14 and pretty cute. Really annoying. Kinda like that little brother you never asked for, but at the same time you would miss if he werent there. He was youre average boy with some muscle and nice stomach, but kinda walked around like he thought he was buffer then he actually was HAHAHA my favourite white boy. The other was garry , we got along great. He was cute combodian and nice body with still some baby fat . He was also 14. And theres raymar who was also 17 and he was black . nice body as well like me and peter. We were all pretty even .:P ANYWHOO after the first few days I saw how everyone got along. It was like the family I always wanted. Even the fights were still a bit heart warming. And then there were times that were kinda weird at first.Like this one time me and peter with in the living room watching some Saturday morning cartoons after blazing up . we were pretty stoned. And sitting in opposite couches. We were in our boxers and I remember I kepts starring at Peters crouch and hed stare at mine and we caught eachother looking but we never did anything. Wed even like scratch our balls or adjust them when we knew eachother were looking. Then garry came in the room still half asleep in his boxers as well with his morning woody. He was pretty hairless. Anyways he jumped right on peter length wise laying on top of him and I though peter woulda knocked him on the face or shoved him off onto the coffee table, but instead he just put his arms around him and kissed him on the forehead and said good morning. Garry smiled and burried his face into peters chest and went back to sleep. Couple minutes later he started dry humping peter. I kinda felt uncomfortable seeing this because it felt wrong. Garry was like our little brother. But that was only for a second because the sight was FUCKING HOT. Peter kept stroking his head . It was broken up when Garry farted . Peter shoved him off.
"ahh nasty, that sounded like a wet one" I said
"fuck man , warn me if your gonna do that " said peter
"sorry ahahah, I always feel a bit gassy when you play with my ass" garry replied.
It went quiet in the room. Then we all bursted out laughing.
Another time was with Raymar and Jamieson. You see sometime jamiesons likes to borrow our clothes without asking, and he thinks hes slick by putting it back the same place he put it and nicely folded. Well we were all in the living room, with garry sitting on my lap, which felt kinda awkward, and all of a sudden BOOM from upstairs.
"I fucken said sorry" jamieson said.
"STOP TOUCHING MY SHIT! Do you know how much that cost?!" said raymar
We ran upstair to see what was up. Jamieson was on the floor and raymar was holding a shirt in his hand and he looking piiiissseeeddd. Jamieson had tears forming in his eyes and he looked pretty beat up.
"whats goin on?" asked peter
"fucken little shit took my shirt again" replied raymar
"I'm sorry. Didnt have to punch me like that" said Jamieson
Raymar picked up jamieson by the back of the shirt and threw him againts the wall. Then Jamieson started sobbing. I couldnt help but watch, I wanted to say something, but I didnt want to be that new guy that thinks he knows whats going on, because quite frankly I dont know how long that was going on, second , that was an expensive shirt andshouldve asked , and third, jamiesons been pretty annoying that week ahaha. After that we all went downstairs to my room to chill out. Garry stayed up stairs with jamieson. As we walked down to the bottom floor we herd ajmieson yell out "FUCKEN NIGGER, I HATE YOU" and his door slam. Raymar just laughed and yelled back, "fucken say it to my face!" . We went into my room , I was sitting on my computer chair, raymar on the bed , and peter on my bean bag chair we were all facing eachother. We were kinda dishing out what happend. After it calmed down a bit we started talking about girls. Then peter went to his room and came back with a bottle of vodka . After a while raymar said he was getting pretty horny. Peter said why dont you get jamieson to fix that for you. They started laughing. And I said I dont get it.The room went quiet and they just looked at eachother... and I was filled in with what was going on...
SORRY FOR THAT LONG ASS INTRO.AND I KNOW NO SEX AT ALL... I guess this is chapter one. If you guys are interested email me. I didnt know it would be this hard to write a story. I thought I would be able to fit EVERYTHING at once.