“Does it ever stop raining around here?” I wondered to myself. The three weeks I’ve lived in Washington, it hasn’t stopped raining yet. Maybe this is a bad sign, like when it rains before a wedding. Bad luck is the last thing I need now. I’ve been in the foster system since I was about eight - too old to be adopted and I misbehaved too much to ever find a foster family willing to put up with me for more then a month. So here I was, on my 18th birthday and getting moved again.
We pulled up to an old Victorian home, which served as a halfway house for orphaned teens who had reached the legal age. It was a typical place - bikes everywhere, messy yard. I couldn’t expect much from these people. We all went in - me and the social workers. We had a chat at the kitchen table. I wasn’t paying attention. It was the same old, same old.
“Don’t run away. Obey the rules. Make this easy on yourself.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard what sounded like thunder, but it was just about eight other young men. They all filtered into the kitchen, searching for food. By the look of some of them, they never stopped eating. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one more coming down the stairs. He was tall and built like an athlete, hopefully a swimmer. It would have been a shame to cover his body up with some stupid uniform. He had longish, dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes to match; I was already mentally undressing him when he walked over to me and stuck his hand out.
“Hey, I’m James. We’re going to be sharing a room,” he said.
“I’m Erik,” I answered breathlessly. Jeez, I must be smitten, he only shook my hand and it took my breath away. He grabbed one of my bags and headed up the stairs. I snatched up everything else I had with me and followed. Our room was at the back of the house - small with angled ceilings and not a lot of furniture. There were two twin beds and one dresser was all that fit in the tiny space. But that was fine, this situation was only temporary.
“That’s my bed. That’s yours. I cleared out the drawers on the left side for your clothes. Meal times are 8am, noon and 6pm. The only chores we really have are keeping the rooms clean and doing our own laundry. So it’s a pretty sweet deal here,” he said.
“Thanks for the rundown.” I replied shyly. Damn, I needed to get over this shyness if I were to have any hope of getting any action before I left. His eyes lingered on me too long for him to be hetero, but he still hadn’t given me any solid proof he was gay, or at the very least, bi. I started to unpack my clothes and shoved them in the dresser, very aware his big brown eyes were following my every move.
“I like your hair,” he said suddenly. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know he was just saying that to start up a conversation, because I looked like shit. My dirty blonde hair was all over the place and greasy from lack of showering over the past week. He was into me; he had to be. He was pretty handsome, but I knew I was pretty good looking myself. I had the typical California surfer look, even though I was from Idaho; long, shaggy blonde hair and green eyes, nothing overly special about me, but I could turn heads when I wanted to. “Thanks, but I feel like a grease-ball, where do we shower?” I asked, my shyness was officially replaced with confidence; this guy would be fucking my ass before tomorrow morning. James walked me to the bathroom just down the hall and showed me where everything was. Before he finished talking about towels I began to undress, and when I turned back around I noticed a definite bulge growing in his shorts. He stood back and bit his lip; I pretended not to notice as I jumped in the shower and adjusted the knobs. I left the curtain a little open; maybe I was hoping he’d join me. But I was left disappointed. I heard the door shut and he went back to the room. No doubt to take care of the stiffy I’d just given him.
I finished washing up and headed back to the room. There was no one in sight so I just wrapped the towel around my waist and walked in the door without knocking. James was sitting up on his bed, reading a magazine, shirtless and a little flushed in the face. The little bottle of lube poking out from under the sheet confirmed my prediction. He said “hi” when I came in, but didn’t look up. I glanced at his chest. It was perfectly smooth with little dark nipples. He had no 6-pack but his stomach was flat as a board.
“Do you swim?” I asked.
“Yeah, and I dive too. How’d you guess?” he replied smiling.
“Only swimmers have bodies like yours.” He had nothing to say back to that; he just bit his lip again and went back to his magazine. As I got dressed I made sure I was in full view; my thick 7 incher didn’t disappoint me. It hung long and proud. At this point, James wasn’t even pretending to read anymore. He was avidly staring at my ass like a piece of meat. I pretended not to notice, once again, my favorite form of foreplay.
After dinner and a few rounds at a ping pong table in the basement, everyone headed to bed. James took a lightning fast shower and walked in the room to find me undressing.
“Do they check in on us at night?” I asked.
“Nah, they don’t bother.”
“Good, ‘cause I can only sleep naked.” He looked a little shocked by this but didn’t say anything. We got into our little twin beds and after about 10 minutes, I pretended to be asleep. Thankfully the room was stifling hot; it made my plan easier. I was lying on my back, so all I had to do was kick the covers off and James would have a perfect view of what I knew he wanted. I laid there in silence. I heard him rustle around getting comfortable, and then I heard a low groan. He had looked over and seen me. Now all I had to do was wait. Seducing people is so easy when you had a body like mine.
It wasn’t long before I heard James tip toe out of bed and over to me. I concentrated on keeping my breathing even, so he wouldn’t suspect I was really awake. After a few seconds I felt him lightly brushing his fingertips down my chest and over my cock. It was difficult to contain myself, but I knew I had to. I knew it would make the sex all the more better. I was fully hard now and James was handling my cock so lightly that if I had really been asleep, I doubt I would have woken up.
“Hey Erik,” he whispered, shaking my shoulders.
“Huh? What?” I responded, sitting up and looking sleepy.
“How ‘bout you let me take care of that for you,” he said, grinning. I had succeeded, like usual. I smiled and guided his head towards my dick. He took me in his mouth hungrily, and I knew why. He had been dreaming about this since I walked through the door. He held on to the base of my cock and worked his mouth up and down. His tongue was skilled at this. Perfect strokes. His mouth was sucking on the tip of my dick as if it was a popsicle melting fast. I was leaking precum and he lapped it all up. I felt the blood rushing and my skin tingling. I eased him off and he looked up at me.
“Go get that lube.” I said hoarsely. “I want you to fuck me.” He wasted no time climbing into my bed and massaging his lube-slicked finger into my hole. I grabbed the bottle and put some in my hands. I greased his cock and wasn’t surprised by its size, about 8 inches and fully hard. Next I reached back and massaged his ass cheeks. He sighed with pleasure and leaned down and kissed me.
He carefully grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. I got myself settled on all fours, low to the bed. He rubbed his cock head up and down my crack before he pushed into me. His cock was the biggest I’d ever had. Thankfully, the stretched feeling eased up and I was able to relax and let him inch in. He grabbed me by the waist and started pumping slowly. We fell into pace and started going faster and faster. I reached back with one hand and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. He took the cue and slammed me hard. I let out a loud moan and James clapped a hand over my mouth. Shit! These walls were probably thin. I shoved my face in the pillow to keep myself quiet. He seemed satisfied with that and gave me another hard slam. It was all so intense, having to keep quiet, feeling his fingernails scratch my shoulders and sides as he scrambled to keep his grip on me. My legs were shaking and I was starting to feel dizzy. I was close, really close. Apparently so was James. He tensed up and shot into me just as I was staining the sheets with my own cum. James eased up and breathed heavily on my back. He kissed my neck and made a shudder run down my spine.
“Fuck, I really needed that,” he whispered in my ear. I turned over on my back and kissed him on the forehead.
“We’re gonna have to do this again,” I said sheepishly.
“Uh, fuck yeah!”
And for the span of a few weeks, we hid our secret affair from everyone around us, fucking late at night after everyone had gone to bed. We both knew it was just to satisfy ourselves, but I can see it being more than that.