Kevin stayed in hospital for another 10 days. The police had gone around to investigate the bashings and the drunken oaf had attacked them and been quickly carted off to gaol. The judge suggested that he be detained for 2 years, which pleased Kevin's mum. But she was still in hospital with a broken pelvis, and other complications from the beating. She told the authorities that Kevin was the problem and that she didn't want to see her 'poofter' son ever again. In the meantime, Kevin had been staying at our place. Mum and dad were quite happy to have him sharing my room and even bought a new single bed for him. With loving treatment from my parents and me, he quickly recovered.
Following a visit from the authorities, dad told them that he was willing to become the boy's guardian, as he felt there was no point in sending the boy into foster care when they were pleased, happy and financially able to look after him. I was so happy about that I hugged and kissed my dad. Surprisingly that didn't shock him.
I was now able to examine Kevin's cock in detail as I had to assist him in the shower, making sure his repaired broken wrist didn't get wet. Naturally when I was soaping him all over his cock got stiff and I lovingly washed it and his arse, even fingering his arse every opportunity. He never objected. Then after he had been with us for almost two weeks, I sucked him off. He was delighted and shocked that I would do that to him. He had been scared that I wouldn't understand his gay feelings, so I lovingly announced as I cuddled him in my bed that night that I had great feelings for him and was in love with him. He kissed me and cried a flood of beautiful tears. I sucked him again that night and we slept cuddled up together spoon fashion, my large hard cock rubbing up into his arse crack.
The guys at school asked me about Kevin almost daily and seemed concerned for his wellbeing. They thought my parents were tops for taking him in. A week after his mum left hospital, a box was delivered to our place. It was all that remained of Kevin's 'things'. His mum put a note on it saying she wished him well but as his father was right, they didn't want a pansy poofter in their house. She and his sister left town a few days later with a friend of his fathers.
The authorities were extremely concerned that they would now have to take Kevin in and assign him to government foster care, as he was still only 14. To my great delight, but also surprise, my father went to seek advise from the highest government officials, and finally was able to sign another undertaking that he took complete responsibility for Kevin until he was 18, when he would be able to make his own decision about his life.
When this news was coveyed to Kevin he hugged and kissed my dad right on the lips. I was a little concerned but dad just hugged him more and kissed him back. Then Kevin hugged and kissed my mum, and she cried and whispered something to him, and he hugged her more tightly. Then he turned to me and hugged and kissed me. We all celebrated the new addition to our family.
The attitude of most of the guys at school to Kevin changed. They all treated him with greater respect, except Paul. It was many months before I learnt why Paul was still against my loving boy friend.
Kevin was so happy. He danced around the house all the time, up and down the stairs. Our house reverberated to the stereo music and we all felt good about this lovely boy's happiness. Even his dance teacher was pleased and he was able to win his first championship just prior to his 15th birthday. We all went along to watch and cheer him on, even a big group from school.
I gained the sports award for Junior football, our team going through the entire season undefeated. I also was awarded a blue for swimming, and should have got the school award for sex, only the teachers didn't know of any of the activities I participated in with the swimming guys or Kevin for that matter.
Scholastically I finished in the top 5% of my grade, and surprisingly, Kevin moved from being in the lower 10% to into the top 10%. His teachers were so pleased and I realised that living in a happy cohesive family was the greatest boon to a good school result.
For the end of year social Kevin and I both asked chicks to go with us and dad and mum made special preparations for us. Mum made little posies for the chicks and dad bought boxes of chocolates and had then professionally wrapped for us to give to them. Everything was going really well until Kevin disappeared. I became concerned so went outside to see where he could be. There he was around behind the sports storeroom. His trousers were down and he was crying. Paul had called him out and taken him there and raped him. It seemed that Paul had first fucked Kevin six months previously and wanted his arse whenever he fancied it. I cleaned Kevin up and re-assured him that nothing was changed between us. He returned to the dance but wasn't a s happy as he should have been. His arse he told me hurt something dreadful. Then to the hushed attention of the entire school Kevin was called up to dance for us. My heart really hurt for him, but in spite of his hurt, he performed.
The band had his favourite number, the current top 10 song and Kevin took off his coat and danced like he was winning gold at the Olympics. It was one of the best performances I had ever witnessed from him, and the assembled kids went ape over him. He was assured a place in school history. We escorted our chicks home, with mum and dad, kissed them good night. I think they were a bit, maybe that should be very, disappointed. They knew I had a huge cock and I was told later that they both had hoped that their cherries would be taken that night. Shit they were only 14 and so were we.
When we got home I told mum and dad about Kevin's dancing, but I wasn't sure about revealing the fucking or Paul's actions. Kevin and I showered and I washed his arse carefully and with great feeling and concern. He hugged and kissed me in the shower. Dad called out to see if everything was ok. I knew he knew we were both in the shower together. I applied some skin cream to Kevin's arse and we just cuddled up in bed, both naked and slept, wrapped with each other's feelings.
Dad called in to wake us the next morning. I have never found out if he was shocked or otherwise, finding us cuddled up together naked. He never said a word.
My mind raced about Paul's attack on Kevin and I pondered how I could fix him right up. He was much bigger than I was, and almost 16, so fighting was out. I thought about telling someone but that could easily backfire on Kevin, as it would be revealed that he had allowed Paul to fuck him many times earlier in the year.
I actually discussed this with my swim mentor, who subsequently decided that my arse needed cock, and I must say that I really enjoyed being fucked, but in a very gentle and loving manner. The suggestion was that I should in some way reveal to his macho mates his desire to plunder boys' arses.
My final solution was easy. I dropped a hand written note into the sports equipment box for Paul's basketball team. All it said was that "Paul likes to be fucked in the arse".
A week later I got my answer. Paul was absent from school that Monday. Nothing was said except there was a rumour going around the school that he had been the centre of attention at an all boys house party on Saturday night. He didn't ever come back to school. It was stated that his mum had been offered a really top job in a city about an hours drive away, and he and his mum had moved there. His dad had fled the house years previously.
Later I also found out that my mentor had through his connections organised the job, which was genuine, for Paul's mum. I also found out those older guys from then on in his new city also regularly invaded Paul's arse.
Dad decided that we should have our summer vacation by the sea and so we drove to this lovely beach resort, staying in a nice cabin attached to a guesthouse. There had been some confusion with the bookings so that when we arrived the only cabin assigned to us had big double beds in each bedroom. Dad winked at me, but Kevin said it was ok, he didn't mind having to share with me.
One the second night there I asked him if I could fuck him. He was overjoyed as he had wanted me to for ages but had been frightened to broach the subject. I had actually planned it, obtaining a tube of personal lube from a supermarket the week previous. The boy at the checkout (I had deliberately made sure there was a young guy on the checkout) smiled at me and rubbed his hand over his crotch. I smiled and winked back at him. He bent forward and whispered to me that it made you feel good. I got his message. He was a slightly build boy about 16 with blonde streaks in his hair. I also noted that he had some rings on his fingers, a nice loose gold bracelet on his left wrist and a chain around his next. Two days later I met him at his break and we went off to a building nearby and I started to wank him, then I dropped down and sucked him to a shattering climax. He could hardly walk afterwards. I said I would suck him off anytime, and he agreed he would love that.
We met twice a week after we returned from my holiday and I swallowed all his uncut thin cock could provide. Then one day he asked me to meet him early on Saturday morning, as he had a special request. We met and he showed me a tube of lube he had stolen from the supermarket. I immediately thought that he didn't want me to suck him any more, but I was wrong. He wanted me to fuck him! He had been preparing his arse for the past week with all manner of vegies and wooden handles. During all our time together he had never seen or touched my cock, so when I opened my pants and pulled it out he almost fainted. He had no idea it was so big, but he wasn't put off. He wanted to be fucked. We climbed into an older abandoned building and we found some old bags. He stripped off and I sucked his lovely cock and then using the lube I prepared his arse and my cock. He asked me if I had fucked anyone before and I lied and said no, he would be the first for my cock. That made him happy. It took a bit of effort but then he relaxed and my knob popped into him. He muffled a little scream as I drew back, then I pushed s bit and gradually over the next few minutes I eased more and more of my 20cm into the boy. Eventually he was comfortable with my cock in him, and so I began the fucking process. The tightness of his arse walls sent me into pleasurable spins and soon I had a good rhythm going, giving both of us much pleasure. His legs started to bang my back and then he gurgled and his body tightened and his cock started to fire off globs of cum. The pulsing restrictions on his arse sent me into the highest order of sexual feeling and I was soon filling his nice small arse with load after load of cum. We kissed and he hugged me, just like Kevin did. It was the first of many fucks until I introduced him to my mentor. Young Gary was soon getting as many fucks as he wanted and probably more.
In order to assist Kevin's body development programme, I took him along to swim training. He was soon almost as fast as I was, but then decided to change from freestyle to breaststroke and he started to excel. My mentor was pleased, as here was a beautiful 15 year-old boy, eager for cock.
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