Disclaimer: IF YOUR ARE LEGALLY UNDERAGE TO VIEW OR READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIALS - STOP NOW. THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS WORK OF TOTAL FICTION ARE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 18 - 25 YO.
Notice : Even though this story is written in "I" narrative, it is total fiction. Any similarity between any character in this story and any real person is purely coincidental.
`Boy's Home Dummy' By Avitar avitar_two@hotmail.com
Time Line - Late 60's
God I hate this fucking town. The only claim to respectability is the state college whose student body is larger than the permanent population of this bible thumping place. Not one Gay bar, hell, not any bar, the whole damn county is dry as a bone. The nearest booze is a county line backwoods bar 35 miles away. Needless to say, that poor road is worn out by the college students as you only have to be 18 in this state to buy. The closest Gay bar is 75 miles away, one visit was enough to know it wasn't worth the drive.
I am two months into a three month temporary assignment and couldn't wait for it to be over, or so I thought. The company I worked for was a budding fast food (cheap hamburger) chain. They decided to open a location across from the campus. I was offered the opportunity to open the store and train the permanent staff. For this, I was compensated with a bonus equivalent to my salary plus a furnished apartment for my time there. Apartment is an exaggeration, it was a large room with a Murphy bed (pulls down from the wall), a Pullman kitchen, a desk with two straight chairs, small bathroom and closet. Just right for a dumb college kid but not for me.
My staff consisted of 50% college students and 50% locals. Three of the locals were boys from the local boy's home run by religious fanatics. Those poor boys didn't even get their paychecks, it was sent direct to the Home to be put in the boy's personal savings. At eighteen or after high school, which ever came last, you were out on your ass. You were given your few clothes (mostly donated and used), your Bible, a bus ticket anywhere in the state or the three surrounding and what ever money was in your savings. That was fucking IT.
Only one of the three boys made it past the first month. He was the Dummy, his nickname given him by the other boys at the home since he was so poor in school. Even the locals made fun of him. He was a loner with no friends. The home had told me he was slow (in the head) but they had good reports on him once he finally learned. I felt sorry for him because he seemed really beaten by their rigid system. After a month he was one of my best workers. The job had become his reason for living. Once he gained his self esteem, I found him to be a quick learner, not a dummy at all. His name was Donald, about 5'10", 160 pounds, poorly cut dark brown hair and brown eyes. His clothes fit poorly giving him an unkept appearance. I never found him physically attractive even though at age 25, I liked sex with 18 and 19 year olds.
It was late March, the weather had turned a little warm. I had just arrived back at my room for a few hours rest before I would return to close the store at 10. I never had visitors, so I was surprised by the knock. It was Donald.
"Hi, Mr. Davis, .....I mean, Bill,.....sir," he said. "Donald, what are you doing here?" I questioned as I motioned him inside. "I need to talk with about something, sir," as he slipped inside.
His shirt was unbuttoned, it was the first time I had seen his beautiful smooth hairless chest, not to mention his flat hard stomach. He had worked up a lite sweat during the two mile walk. Leaving him standing inside the door, I gabbed a towel from the bath.
"Looks like you worked up a little sweat," I remarked as I offered him the towel. "Thanks, sir," as he took the towel and started blotting himself under the shirt. I had hoped he would remove it so my eyes could feast on his fine body, no such luck.
"We've had this conversation before, call me Bill, not sir," I corrected. "Yes sir.....I mean Bill," "Well Don, you've got your choice, a rickety chair or the edge of this lumpy mattress," as I sat down on the side of the bed.
He quickly sat down beside me, feigning slight interest in the snowy TV picture on the small black & white. He seemed nervous and unsure of how to begin.
"You have some type of problem?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess so," "What?????" I asked trying to prod more from him. "I heard..........I heard you were leaving soon," tears were streaming down his cheeks as he continued to stare at the TV. "That's no secret, I'm going back to my own store in about a month," I responded, a little surprised as I thought everyone already knew. "Why all the tears?" "Cause I like working for you and now your going away," he managed to get out before the sobs became heavier. "Hey guy, nothing to cry about," as I put my arm around his shoulder. He turned, burying his sobbing face into my shoulder.
I finally got him to stop crying for a few moments. He slowly explained his story between bursts of sobbing. Since he had already turned 18, he would be on his own as soon as he graduated (near the bottom of the class) in May. He explained he had hoped to work full time for me. He would then be able to get his own room and not be on the street somewhere. I told him I would put in a good word for him with Ron, a local I had selected to be the manager.
"Ron don't like me," he explained. "Don, I think you're wrong about that, he's never said anything bad about you to me," I offered. "He don't like us from the Home," "I still think you're wrong.......I'll talk to him," I said.
"I guess, I better go," he said as he rose to this feet. As I walked him towards the door, he started to bawl. I stepped in front of him, turning to hug. As my arms encircled him, one slipped between shirt and skin. I felt the sensual heat of his still moist smooth skin. His arms clamped to my back as he pulled me even closer, continuing his loud sobbing against my chest. I held him close trying to reassure him everything was going to be alright. I wanted to touch him more. Slowly, I moved my arm from the outside of his shirt, sliding it underneath to join my other against the hot skin. As soon as my hand began to lightly caress his back, he abruptly stopped crying. He did not attempt to back away. I felt the tug as he pulled my t-shirt out from the waist of my jeans. Both his arms slid under, gliding smoothly and sensually. His fingers kneaded. My heart began to race. I had not touched another man in two months. My cock was straining, I wanted him. I shifted slightly, trying to brush my leg against his crotch. Contact, his hips jerked backwards. Did I feel his hardness? His reaction had been so fast, I couldn't be sure. I let one hand slide down to the small of his back. I wanted to go further, but knew from this position, I could keep him from backing away. I moved my leg again as I applied pressure. He didn't move as I pressed against his hard cock. I heard a light moan escape his lips. I shifted again, my 7" pressed into his leg. He pressed back against me as his arms gripped tighter. I could feel his hot breathe bathing my nipple as his lips kissed it lightly.
"Don,....do you know where this can lead," I whispered. "Yeah, you want me to suck you off," he dryly answered. "Have you ever done this before," I asked. "Yeah," his voice had turned cold and distant. His hands slid from my back, moving to the front to unbutton my 501's.
I sensed something was wrong, "Wait, why don't we sit and talk about this first?" "No need to talk, guess I need to suck you for my job," he blankly stated.
I pulled his hands away, leading him to the edge of the bed. After much persistence, he tearfully told me his story.
He had come to the Home when he was five. Some of the older boys had forced him to suck them every time they could get him alone. One of them had even raped him on more than one occasion. Word had spread among the older boys, he was an easy mark for a blow job. He had run away three times but the `pigs' always caught him, bringing him back. He never ratted on his attackers for fear of getting beat up. This treatment had continued for several years until he got big enough to fight back. I asked him if he now had sex with girls or boys. I learned the Home did not allow the boys to date girls. He had not had sex with anyone since the assaults ceased. I asked him which he liked, girls or boys. He didn't think about sex with either. He just didn't care about sex.
I explained to him, I only liked sex with guys but would never consider asking him to do anything he didn't want. This seemed to impress him.
"You're the only person who's ever treated me not like a dummy,.....I will have sex with you if you want," he offered. "Listen Don, I think you are a good looking guy, but I can't do it like this.....I can't do it if I feel like you really don't want to," I explained. He reached for my t-shirt, pulled it over my head and off. His hands gently explored my chest as his eyes searched deep into mine.
His lips barely moved as he spoke, "I really like you....more than anybody I've ever known. I think about you all the time. It makes me feel good when I think about you, you're very handsome, I like you a lot." "Why don't we just lay back and hold each other," I suggested.
I moved back to the middle of the bed on my back. He gracefully moved beside me so that his head was resting on my shoulder, his hand started to caress my stomach. I moved my arm to remove his shirt, he shifted position so as to help me. He then removed his shoes and socks A peaceful sigh escaped his lips as he returned to my waiting arms. We lay there perhaps 10 minutes, his hand caressing my torso as I rubbed his back. His began to explore the gap between my jeans and crotch. His fingers lightly skirted over the head of my cock thru my Steadmans (briefs). My hand gently removed his from my jeans.
"Don, why don't you let me give you a blow job and you not do anything to me, okay? I don't want you to feel about me the way you do about the older boys who forced you." I offered. "Really.....you would suck ME and I don't have to do you?" he excitingly questioned. "Sure.....I think you are really a nice guy and I would really like to make you feel good.....that okay?"
"SURE," he exclaimed as he rolled to his back, quickly unfastened his jeans, sliding them off along with his underwear. "No one's done that to me before!!!!" he added as he got to his knees, moving towards my face.
His beautiful cock was pointing out with a slight turn to the left. It was close to 6", circumcised and a little fatter than my own. His balls were average but looked small because of the extremely large hanging sack that could have easily held nuts three times the size of his. Without ceremony, he moved into position beside my face, inserting his throbbing meat into my opening mouth. I suctioned down and began to move back and forth. Memories of his younger years returned, he knew what to do. He grasped my head and started to roughly fuck my face in the same manner it had been done to him. Jabbing.....jabbing, his raging cock assaulted the opening to my throat. He forcefully readjusted his angle, thrust his hips, pulled my head, violently ramming his manhood fully in my throat. I gagged slightly, he thrust harder...deeper...my lips were crushed against him. I felt his body tighten, the swelling cock stretched me, I felt the juice as it coursed it's way through him, emptying into me in blasting waves.
"Oh, Jesus," he screamed, trying to push deeper into me.
I backed off his still pulsing cock to breathe. I tasted the last of his love juice as it dribbled from the tip. His face was etched with ecstasy as he slid down beside me, hugging me with all his strength.
"Was that really your first?" I asked. "Yeah.........now I know....oh Jesus, now I know" "Know what?" "I know why they made me suck them so much," he answered. "It feels just great." "Glad you enjoyed it." "Shit yes......would you do it again?" he pleaded. "Sure, but let's do it different this time.....let me do all the work, you just lay there and enjoy it."
I slowly moved down to between his legs, licking and kissing every inch of the way. His body twitched with my every touch. He moaned loudly as I sucked in both balls at once. Gently, I sucked, increasing the pressure as his moans grew louder. "Please suck me, oh please suck me" he begged. His cock was now at full staff and bouncing on his belly. Keeping his nuts rolling in my mouth, I shifted to the head of his dick. The sensation of his cock sliding into my hot wet cavity to join his balls, sent him into a frenzy, bucking his groin to my face. Reluctantly, I relinquished his nuts to give him a long sensual suck. After about two minutes, I was surprised his cock had softened a little. I suctioned harder, faster, he grew softer. Finally he pulled his limp member out.
"This ain't right," he softly spoke, "I'm doing the same to you as they done to me." "Donald, Donald....it's not the same, you're not forcing me to do anything....I Want to do it because I like you and want to, okay," I explained. "Maybe I should suck you, then we'd be even," "Look, I would really like that but I'm afraid you might have some bad memories," I objected. "Can we try?" he asked. "I have an idea, why don't we 69?" I suggested. "What's 69?" "Let me show you," as I quickly removed my 501's and Steadmans. I moved back to him, my leaking cock close to his mouth.
I grabbed his meat, stoking, as I explained we could suck each other at the same time....nobody would be forcing the other. He smiled really big as he comprehended what I was saying, something that never entered his mind.. His cock was stiffening as I engulfed it. A few seconds later I felt his plunge. He was sucking fast and furious, a technique I'm sure he learned as a little boy in order to get them off quickly, ending his misery. His hands were urging my ass to pump him. I had not jacked off in several days and knew my load would gag him. I wasn't going to last much longer and knew I would not be able to get him off with me. I pulled off long enough to warn him. He suctioned harder, he wanted my load as he had always been forced to accept. I didn't disappoint him as my load gushed forth in heavy long squirts. He had no problem, swallowing as fast as he could, not losing a drop. I sucked harder on his ramming pole. He was still licking me clean when he unloaded yet another volume of his seed. We lay, gently licking, kissing each others deflating muscles.
We changed position so that we were side by side. I kissed him lightly on the cheek as I gazed into to eyes. Slowly, I kissed him again and again, each moving closer to his sweet lips. He parted as my tongue slipped in, tasting my own cum. His tongue probed forward as I retreated, tasting his own as he explored. The passion subsided, we began to talk.
"Are you okay?" I questioned. "Yeah, I liked it a lot....you tasted a lot better than I remembered." "Maybe....it was because you wanted to this time." I offered. "Yeah, maybe, I do like you a lot....and you made me feel better than anything." he said. "I really like you too, Don.....I just don't want you to ever feel like you have to do anything with me."
Eventually, we had to get dressed so I could take him home and then on to the store. All the way, he just kept staring at me with puppy dog eyes. I knew he was feeling love for the first time in his life. I couldn't disappoint him at this stage in his life. He needed me and I needed someone to need me.
We managed to see each other as much as possible until it was time for me to leave. I had given him my address and phone number, telling him he could come for a visit after he was released from the Home, a month away. I had also spoken to Ron, asking him to try and help the kid so he would have a way to survive on his own. He agreed.
Don didn't come to say goodbye, I didn't think he would. Don't think either of us would have handled it very well. Still, I was a little sad at not seeing him before I left.
The next month passed quickly as I resettled into my old job. I spent a great deal of time visiting my friends I had not seen for such a long time. It was three weeks before I realized the bar scene wasn't the same. My free spirit had been harnessed, I missed him so much. He never called and I wondered how he was doing.
It was a Friday afternoon, I had just finished the day shift. I arrived at my apartment thinking about what I would do for the evening. My heart leaped when I saw him sitting at my door, his cheap suitcase beside him. I rushed forward, smiling, my arms spread wide. He looked a little scared but tried to smile. Hurriedly, I opened the door, dragging him inside, hugging him tightly.
"So glad to see you," I blurted. "Can't believe your really here. It's just great you could come for a visit."
He didn't speak, I pulled back to look at him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't have anywhere to go," as the tears started to roll down his cheeks. "What about your job?" I questioned. "He fired me the day after you left." "That bastard,' I exclaimed, my mind immediately vowing to get the son-of-a-bitch.
I hugged him back to me as I whispered in his ear, "You can stay here with me as long as you want." "I, can,..... really," he sobbed, "I would really like that.........I love you!!" "You don't have to say you love me to stay here," I told him. "But. I do love you....you're the best person in the whole world," he added.
I held him tightly, I knew I Loved Him, I wondered what our future would be??????????????