It was 1974. My partner Jack and I were having trouble paying the rent on our big apartment at the Park Plaza in Rego Park, Queens. We asked friends who were counselors at a boys' group home if there were any boys who were turning nineteen, being pushed out of the group home and wanted to start living on their own. Tim and Bill said they knew a very sweet and cute wiry brown-skinned boy with a nice temperament and a good attitude. He was a throw-away. He had never been in trouble, but his mother didn't want him even though he was a lovely fellow. We had him over for an interview. Jack laid down the house rules to him to which he was agreeable [no visitors without advance notice, etc.] and showed him the den that would be his bedroom.
We had our television and a convertible sofa in the den which was at the front of the apartment separated from the kitchen by louvered doors. Jeffrey would pay us $100 a month out of his stipend and contribute his food stamps to our joint shopping budget.
It worked out fine. Jack and I were both working and SweePea was out looking for work most days. In the evening Jack and Sweeps would often look out the kitchen window to try to catch sight of me coming home with the inevitable bags of groceries.
"Oh, Jack, here comes Adam! I bet he's bringing us ice cream."
Jeffrey usually went around shirtless at home and the hair pattern on his chest was quite attractive. He would often pad around barefoot or in sweat socks in his cut-off jeans. When he got dressed to go out on the weekend he took great pains with his outfits. After all it was the 70s and the costume look was in full force. Being a cute black boy with a large Afro he knew how to dress the part.
He would get his own breakfast of hot cereal and make his own brown bag lunch if he was planning to go out, usually a bacon and egg sandwich which would be cold by the time he ate it.
He installed loud speakers and a hifi in the den, and when he wasn't playing his LPs he liked to watch basketball on the TV. We would hear him clapping his hands and crying out with glee when his favorite team scored a point.
Jeffrey knew that his landlords were a gay couple and was fine with it. Jack and I had agreed there would be a strict hands-off policy with our boy from the group home, and that we wouldn't get too familiar with him. But Sweeps was so adorable and physically attractive, especially when he giggled, that I often had an urge to hug him and kiss him.
One weekday afternoon I came home from work two hours early and found Sweeps dozing on his couch with some soft music playing. The louver doors to the kitchen were open. He stirred when he heard me putting the food away and came to the doorway with a big grin on his face.
"Hi, Carl! Can we talk?"
"Sure, Jeffrey, let's go to the dining area and sit at the table."
After we had settled in our chairs I asked him, "What's up?"
"Err, ahhh....I know you and Jack are lovers and I thought you wouldn't be cheating on each other. Err ahhh, but when you were on your business trip last week Jack brought a boy in here that I don't know. I came into the kitchen to get some ice cream around 11 pm and I could hear them having sex in your bedroom. Kinda pissed me off because I felt it was unfair to you. Now I know Jack made you promise you would never get physical with me, but I've been wanting to see what it would be like with you, and since he's been cheating on you I was hoping you would get back at him by cheating with me. I've never fooled around with a guy before but I think I want to with you."
"Wow, Sweeps, I'm touched by your loyalty to me and blown away by your offering yourself. Did you know I had the hots for you?"
"Yeah, I sorta could tell. You lose your innocence pretty quick in a group home, even if you don't participate in the activities after lights-out. I can tell when a guy likes me that way."
"OK, Jeffrey, how do you want to start?"
"Well I want you to lead me, but I was kinda hoping to find out what having a blow job is like."
"We haven't even seen each other naked, Jeffrey. OK, I'll undress in my bedroom while you shuck down in the den and then we'll meet in front of the bathroom in the hall, go in and wash up a little."
"Yeah, let's do it," said Jeffrey bounding out of the dining chair and heading toward his room. I went into the master bedroom and took everything off. I looked in the full-length mirror and tried pulling my stomach in but then thought 'what the heck!'
As we both approached the bathroom from different directions we checked each other out.
Sweeps had a nice uncut four inch softy over a good set of balls. The happy trail below his navel widened out into a very attractive curly pubic bush. I saw his eyes checking out my body and package and he looked pleased.
"How old are you, Carl?"
"Thirty-seven."
"Oh, I thought you were 31 or 32."
"Flattery will get you somewhere. Jeffrey, stand in front of the face bowl and wash under your foreskin while I get in the shower and wash mine."
"OK. Somebody told me I had to wear boxer shorts because I'm uncut. How come you wear briefs?"
"Because I always have and whoever told you that didn't know what they were talking about," I said, climbing into the tub and drawing the shower curtain. After I had soaped up and rinsed my privates I patted dry with a guest towel and stepped behind him at the face bowl, admiring his hairy ass as I got close. I reached both arms around him and pushed my semi-stiffy against his buns. I soaped up my hand and replaced his around his flaccid dick. As I stroked his meat it quickly erected to its full six and one-half inches, his foreskin retracting easily. He caught his breath and leaned back against me slightly.
"Oh God, you're making me feel so horny!"
"That's the idea, Sweeps. OK, dry off and face me. I like to start with hugging and kissing."
After he had followed my instructions I embraced him. He took to the hugging part right away, but needed a little coaxing to get him to part his lips for some French kissing. Pretty soon he got into it and then we were tongue wrestling like pros. He started humping his engorged dick against my stomach and after a while starting gently shaking all over.
"Sweeps, Honey, you are really hot to trot, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Are you going to suck me?"
"You bet! Stand on the edge of the tub and hold onto the curtain rod over your head but don't pull it down!"
When he got into position I started licking all over his shaft, squeezing his right cheek with my left hand and tickling his balls with my right. Then I gradually enveloped his hot piece of meat with my mouth. I only had to bend my knees a little. I started to give him some serious head and when I glanced up I saw his eyes were shut and there was a look of rapturous ecstasy on his face.
"Oh, watch out Adam, I'm gonna SHOOT!"
I sucked and bobbed my head harder and was rewarded with a keening cry and my mouth being flooded with sweet boy milk from a previously unsucked dick. I helped him down off the edge of the tub, grabbed him into a tight embrace and tongued some of his cum into his mouth. He accepted it greedily.
"Damn, Adam, that was hot! Didn't know what I'd been missing. Hey, we better get dressed.
Jack usually gets home about a half hour from now."
"On Saturday he's going across town to visit his mother."
"Great! There's some other things I want you to teach me."