Foster Brothers
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between unrelated teenage boys. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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For the last few months I’ve been the only kid in our foster home.  The foster mom isn’t that bad, but she’s old.  Hardly any TV.  No other kids in the neighborhood.  We live the damn desert.  Yeah, fuckin’ boring.  I’m 12 and sometimes I think she has forgotten how to have kids that are either younger than 16 or older than 5.  So when I heard that we were getting another kid, I was pretty thrilled.  Until I saw him.  I mean he just, well, he looked scary.  He’s 16, dressed kind of like a punk.  He had ash blonde spiky hair, green eyes, had a thin body but looked really toned.  He was wearing a white wifebeater that looked like it had been painted on with jeans that had holes in them.  He also had a couple of tattoos which made him look even more scary because I had never seen a 16-year-old with those before.  

While his caseworker spoke with our foster mom, I showed him to the room we’d be sharing. I sat on my bed as he unpacked.  That’s when I noticed I could see his plaid boxers through some of the holes in his jeans.  He caught me gazing at his pants once, and he gave me a pretty dirty look.  I tried making conversation.  “So. . . what you into?”

“Why don’t you mind your own fuckin’ business!” he spat.

“Just trying to make friends, Ken.  We ARE going to be sharing a room.”

“If you want to wake up in the morning, then mind your own goddamn business,” he replied and turned around to continue unpacking.  I didn’t really have anywhere else to go, so I stayed put.  He looked to see if I had left.  He put something else away before pronouncing it’s “so fucking hot!” here and stripped off the top.  I stared at his tanned back.  He had that V shape that swimmers often have, and his bronzed skin was slightly shiny from the sheen of sweat.  I traced his spine with my gaze from his shoulder blades down to the waistband of his jeans which were barely held on by a black leather belt with metal square studs all around the length.  As he turned around to grab his next item, I could see part of a six-pack.  “Can I have some water?” he asked suddenly.

“Sure, I’ll get you some.”  My face felt flushed, and I hope he didn’t notice.  I brought him a glass of water, and I looked at the trail of light brown hair leading from his belly button into his boxers.  Feeling his gaze, I tore my eyes from his damp belly.  I wasn’t sure why, but I could feel my dick stirring, and getting a boner right now would NOT be good.  “I’m . . . I’m going to go play a video game,” I said softly and left for the rec room.

I was still playing when I heard the caseworker leave.  I heard Ken’s voice talking to Miss D (that’s what we called the foster mom), and shortly after that he was plopping down on the couch.  I glanced over and noticed he was now wearing a loose pair of shorts.  He had his foot planted on the cushion so that his leg was raised creating an open space between his leg and the shorts.  I caught myself being drawn to that void and shifted my vision back to the game.

He didn’t speak much during dinner either, but his anger had seemed to diffuse somewhat at least.  After dinner he took a shower and decided to crash early, so I was very quiet when I went into the room.  Thankfully Miss D had turned on the cooler so it wasn’t as hot, but I noticed that he was laying on top of his sheets wearing only his boxers. 

I got into bed quietly, afraid to wake him up.  I lay in my bed on my side facing him.  I had never been around anyone who wasn’t shy about their body, so I found myself really curious.  When I saw him flipping over onto his side facing me, I quickly closed my eyes in case he was awake and noticed I was staring at him.  I didn’t want my ass kicked!  My breathing was a little rapid from fear, so I forced it to slow down.  After a while I heard some more shifting, and so I finally opened one eye slightly.  He was on his back and wasn’t looking at me, so I opened my eyes.  I swallowed hard as I saw his hand rubbing his crotch.  Soon his hand sank into his boxers.  I saw movement going on beneath the fabric for a while.  

When his hand pulled out of his underwear, he pulled his hard cock out through the fly.  His dick was definitely bigger than mine!  I could see that even from my bed.  I watched him jerk off and began rubbing my own dick as he started moaning and moving his hips up and down as his hand moved on the thick rod.  Soon I was humping my hand as his moaning got louder and his movements faster.  I noticed one of his hands on his chest.  I turned my mouth into my pillow as I got close and finally came. He lasted much longer.  I only knew he came when he covered his mouth with his arm and then soon after all his movements froze.  I wished I could’ve seen more and better!

It took a couple of days before he started to be less of an asshole.  I also figured out his routine.  So when it was getting close to bedtime, I knew he’d be taking a shower.  I went ahead and went into the room and started reading.  About 15 minutes later he walked in.  He kind of did a double take when he saw me laying on my bed with a magazine.  He stripped down to his boxers and stopped with his fingers in the waistband.  I tried so hard to not get caught looking, but I was so damn curious ever since that night.  He hesitated just a couple of seconds, and then all of a sudden his boxers were coming off.  He tossed them onto the floor between our beds.  He stood there scratching at his crotch which made his big dick flop around.  My groin was tingling and I got nervous so I tried not focusing on it.  He finally walked into the bathroom.  

After the water turned on, I waited for a bit.  When I figured he was in the shower, I spotted his boxers.  I looked back at the door and then reached down and grabbed them.  I held them to my nose and inhaled deeply catching his musky scent.  I got instant wood.  Well, okay, I was almost there anyway, but it seemed to grow even faster as I sniffed his underwear.  I stuck my hand in my shorts and started stroking my dick lulled by the sound of water in the shower, envisioning his hot body, and breathing in his wonderful scent.

I came shortly before the water turned off.  I grabbed a tissue and wiped off my hand and tossed his boxers back down on the floor.  I grabbed my magazine and started on the article I had been reading as he stepped out of the bathroom.  He walked over, picked up his underwear and tossed them into the laundry basket.  He was walking around naked!  I couldn’t believe it!  I stared every chance I had.  Finally he came over and stood by where his boxers had lay.  “What you reading?” he asked.  I looked up and was almost face to face with his cock and balls.  I could see the curly hairs that encircled them.  I could tell they were slightly darker than the ones on his head.  

“I, uh, I’m reading, uh, skateboarding,” I replied staltedly careful to look up into his eyes.  He was smiling for the first time.

“Cool,” he said and then sat down on his bed, his legs wide apart.  I could look at him and still kind of check him out.  “Fast cars, hockey, lacrosse, soccer, fucking.”

I was totally confused.  “What?”

“The first day I was here,” he began explaining, his hand scratching at his balls and making it very difficult for me to keep my eyes from drifting south, “you asked what I was into.”

“Oh,” was all I could say.

That was the only interaction we had.  He got up and went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth.  Still naked!  Then I realized what he had said.  Or did I hear right?  Did he say fucking?  It didn’t surprise me.  I bet girls really liked him.  He came back in, pulled on a clean set of underwear and got into bed.  He didn’t say anything else, and then finally it was time to turn out the light.

The next day things would radically change.  It was a Friday night, and Miss D had gone to bed early.  Once again I was in there before his shower routine. He took his time getting ready and getting dressed, strutting around the room in all his bare glory.  He did his normal thing, but this time when he was standing near my bed he just stood there.  I looked up, once again getting an eyeful of his dick.  “Like what you see?” he asked.

“Huh?  Oh.  Uh, no! Of course not!”

“Give me your hand,” he said after a few seconds of pause.

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it!” he said.

I put out my hand tentatively.  I looked at his bigger hand holding mine.  His fingers had a slight roughness to them.  Then I noticed his dick was standing up halfway.  My heart started beating even faster.  I watched my hand being guided to his crotch and then felt his cock under my fingers.  I didn’t need to be told what to do.  I explored the length of his meat slowly with my fingers.  It grew rapidly and was super hard in no time.  I looked up to his face and saw him smiling once again. He gripped my hand and started moving it up and down the thick shaft.  I noticed movement and saw him reaching down to my shorts.  

“Let’s see what you got,” he said.  He quickly yanked my shorts down.  He rubbed my dick through my underwear and then pulled them down exposing my hard dick.  When he saw my cock, he looked back at me with a victorious look.  “Figured you’d be enjoying this.  Check out my balls.”

My eyes returned to his groin.  I moved my hand to his big balls and gently massaged them.  He moved in closer so that his cock was just inches from my face.  He reached over and turned off the light casting us into pitch black darkness.  Next I felt his fingers on my head, and he started pulling my head toward him.  I got scared and resisted.  I felt him kneeling on my bed now.  A hand joined his other on my head, and he roughly pulled my head to his dick.  I felt it rub and slide across my lips.  There was a wetness left behind, and I licked my lips reflexively tasting something salty.  I hoped it wasn’t pee!  One hand released me, and then his cock was being pushed between my lips.  “Put it in your fuckin’ mouth!” he said sternly.

I shook my head no afraid to open my mouth.  There was part of me that wanted to blow him, but I was mostly scared and nervous and didn’t want him to know I was interested in his cock. 

“You’re sucking my dick, bitch!” he said and grabbed some of my hair and pulled it.  I opened my mouth to complain, and sure enough his cock slid in.  “And I better not feel any fucking teeth!”  As his meat began sliding back and forth in my mouth, I started getting into it and sucking him on my own.  “Yeah, you like that don’t you?  I knew you would. Keep sucking!”  He released his grip on my hair.  I felt his hand on my arm, and it slid down to my hand.  He grabbed my hand and brought it to his butt.  I held onto his butt as he started moving his hips back and forth.  “That’s right,” he cooed.  “Suck it good, man.”

After several moments he told me to scoot over.  I reluctantly removed my mouth from his stiff rod and slid over.  He lay down on the bed diagonally.  I shifted down the bed and quickly went down on him again.  His hand slid up my leg and then began slowly working my dick.  I started sucking him faster in response.  “Keep going down more.  I want to feel your lips by my balls while my cock is in your throat.”  He pulled my boxers and shorts down more and ran his hands on my bare thighs and gently rubbed my sac in between taking pulls on my dick.  I kept struggling to get more of his dick in my throat, but I gagged each time it got deep.  But I kept trying!  It’s going to sound weird, but I’ll admit I was enjoying it.  I could feel his cock get stiffer, and I knew he was enjoying it which made me want to blow him even more.

He rolled onto his back more, and I had to move onto my knees so I could still suck him like I wanted.  I felt him tug my shorts and underwear down until they were against the bed.  One hand was guiding my head down more as his hips thrust upward.  The other hand slid between my legs and rubbed my crotch.  I spread my legs to give him better access.  His hand rubbed my balls and dick.  Then I felt his hand move up my ass crack and onto my ass cheeks.  His hand ran slowly over my ass as I continued blowing him now moving so fast I could feel slobber sometimes escaping my mouth.

I kept working him as his hand alternated between my ass and groin.  After a while as his pumping got more urgent, he said “I’m going to cum!  You’re swallowing every drop.”  Both hands were no on my head urging me on quickly until suddenly salty fluid blasted the back of my throat.  Immediately I was coughing, but I couldn’t move my head.  His grip was too strong.  “Swallow!” he said sharply, and so I forced my throat muscles to move the invading liquid out of my mouth.  “Fuck!” he swore as I continued swallowing his plentiful load.

After a bit he released my head.  I came up for air as his fingers grabbed my cock and started stroking it faster.  “Suck my balls!” he instructed me as he jerked me.  His dick twitched a few times, and a moment later I tasted more salt.  I moved my tongue to the saltiness and followed it up his shaft, once again putting his cock in my throat and finishing his load.  Shortly after my dick spasmed in his hand as I shot my smaller load.  “Fucking sick!” he said when I released his dick from my mouth.  “I think we’re going to be good friends after all, dude.”  He stood up and said “Now kiss it goodnight.”

I leaned forward and gingerly kissed his shrinking meat.  He climbed into his bed, and I pulled my shorts and boxers up before going to sleep.  In the morning I was awoken by him calling my name.  “Smitty!  Smitty!”  I opened my eyes and rubbed them.  I looked over at him.  He threw the blankets away exposing his naked body, his dick standing straight up.  “Come blow me.” It took me a bit to become aware of my surroundings.  I slid out of bed and moved over to him.  I sucked on his hairy balls and then starting sucking his dick again.  “Why do you have clothes on?  When you suck my dick in our room, I want those off.”  I didn’t understand why but whatever.  I didn’t want to waste any time, so I quickly shed out of my shorts and underwear.  “Yeah, let me have that sweet ass,” he said, his hand rubbing my ass cheeks as his dick entered my throat.

I began working his meat slowly.  We could smell food cooking suddenly.  “Better make it fast so she doesn’t catch us,” he said.  I sped up sucking him.  His hands explored my ass.  I even felt his fingers in my crack a few times!  His fingertip rubbed my hole briefly before he moved to my crotch and started stroking me.  We moved quicker until each of us had cum.  I didn’t need prompting this time to swallow his thick cum, although there wasn’t quite as much as last night which helped.

At night I would blow him again.  Although this time when he came in the room, he simply said “Start stripping.”  I quickly pulled off my clothes as he did the same.  But this time he stayed in between our beds.  “On your knees, bitch.”

I quickly moved onto my knees and lifted my head up.  He had to spread his legs wider, but as soon as my mouth was on his hardness, he was shoving it deep in my throat.  That night he was even more aggressive.  The next day I woke him up!  I got up and immediately went to work on his hard dick.  When I had finished, I turned around to do to the bathroom, but the next thing I knew I was plastered against my bed.  Ken had his naked body pressed against my backside.  He grabbed my hands and shoved them toward the door.  While he had me pinned, I could feel his hips moving in circles.  I felt his breath on my face as he whispered “Yeah, you’re turning into one helluva cocksucker, Smitty.”  I didn’t resist.  I kind of . . . well, I enjoyed feeling his body pressed against mine.  “You enjoying it?”  I nodded my head yes.  “Good.  But if you tell a single fucking person, you’re dead.  Got it?”  I nodded my head vigorously.

“I won’t tell anyone!  I’m not stupid!”

“Good.  Besides, you like sucking my fat cock, don’t you?”

I was not about to admit that, even though I already knew that was obvious!  He pulled on my hair painfully, and I said “Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

He had released one of my arms, and I moved it back to my side.  “Yes. . . Ken?”

“Tell me what you like doing, Smitty.”

“I like sucking your cock,” I said.  

He pulled my hand up to his ass, and I gripped it.  “You love it don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I love sucking your cock,” he said.

“I know you do.  And you’re going to do it every day.”

“Yes! I want it every day!”

He released me and stood up, his groin still pressed against my ass.  “You got a sweet ass, man.”

“Thanks,” I said.  I didn’t know what else to say to that.  Finally he released me and went to the bathroom. 

I went to the bathroom while he got dressed.  When I came out he said “You’re pretty fucking cool, man.  I wasn’t too sure about you when I first saw you.”  I smiled broadly.  We walked down the hallway with his arm around my shoulders.  As we got near the living room, he let go of my arm and swatted me on the butt.

We had to work in the yard for a while, and once when we were in the shed, he was behind me again.  He shoved my shorts and boxers down and pressed against me.  He was still clothed, and so I just laughed. “You make me so fucking hot!” he said.  He pulled away when we heard a noise that sounded like the sliding glass door.  I quickly yanked up my clothes, and we left the shed.  Miss D was calling us in for lunch, so good thing we moved quickly!

During the rest of the weekend I sucked him off at least twice a day.  During the week we usually only had enough time for one blow at night.  A couple of times he let me lay next to him for a while as I ran my fingers over his toned body.  Also, there were a couple of times when he got something slippery on his finger and--okay this sounds weird, but I’m totally serious—he stuck it in my butt while I sucked him!  Really surprised me!  It did feel pretty good, though.

Then Friday morning came.  When the alarm went off, Ken slipped into my bed.  He rolled me onto my stomach and then lay on top of my back.  He ground his hard-on against my ass.  I don’t know why it didn’t totally click with me at the time why he was so interested in my butt lately, but I had a chance to find out that evening!  

He showered per his usual routine.  When he came out of the bathroom, his cock was hard, but that wasn’t unusual.  “Lay on your stomach,” he said.  I rolled over and then asked why.  “I’m gonna give you a back rub.”  That was a pleasant surprise!  He turned on the radio and shut the light off.  I felt some cool liquid on my back, and then he began slowly rubbing my lower back.  His hands spread upward and then returned to my back.  Then his hands moved to my upper thighs, and he rubbed there moving upward until I felt his hand slip under me and rub my wood.  

“Ouch!” I said as I felt him bite my ass.

As he laughed I felt his finger slide into my crack again and then slip into my hole.  His finger moved back and forth slowly as he jacked me off.  I felt another finger enter me and work inside my hole.  I’ll admit it felt good, but I still couldn’t figure out why in the hell he got off fingering my ass!  Several moments later his fingers pulled out of my ass, and he was laying on top of me again.

He reached under my head and pulled out my pillow from under the blanket. “Here, let’s get this ready.”

I lifted my head as he guided the pillow under me.  “Ready for what?” I asked.

“Just in case,” he said.
“Just in case what?” I asked still not thinking completely clearly.  And then I felt it.  Something was slipping into my crack, and it felt bigger than his finger.  I turned my head to see what he was putting in my ass.  His body was still on top of me, and one of his hands was by his groin.  As my ass started to complain against what was pushing it open, it hit me.  “No, no! Ken, stop!”

“Shut up and relax or it will just hurt more.”

“No!  I don’t want that there!” I said.

His arm went against the back of my head and pushed it into the pillow.  His mouth was next to my ear as he whispered harshly:  “You’re getting my dick in your ass whether you like it or not, so you might as well relax and enjoy it.”  My hole felt like it was getting ripped apart as his thick rod forced its way in.  My butt felt like someone had set it on fire.  As his dick kept prying my ass open, he released my head.  I moved my face to the side and took deep breaths hoping that would take the pain away.  

“It hurts, man!” I said.

“You’ll get used to it.”  I felt the fire spread even more, and it felt like a stick was being shoved into my hole.  “Sonofabitch you’re tight!” and then I could feel the pole moving back and forth inside me.  “You’re gonna be an awesome fuck!”  The pressure increased as he entered me more.  The fire began to dwindle and convert to pleasure.  As he delved deeper into my hole, I felt my butt lifting up slightly.  “Yeah, you want that big cock in there now,” he said victoriously.  He started humping my ass, and then he said “Take a breath and put your head back in the pillow.  I’m sticking it all in.”

I thought for sure it was already in there!  I couldn’t believe there was more left.  But I did as he said.  As my face moved back into the pillow, I found myself biting a mouthful of the cushioning as his cock was suddenly shoved forward.  I grabbed handfuls of the blanket as I tried not to yell.  Thankfully he held his dick in position so I could adjust to the new level of pain.

“Damn! I can’t wait until I can fuck you REALLy hard!” he said.  Then he began to move.  He did small circles with his hips while his cock remained buried in my ass.  I reflexively squeezed my ass muscles hoping that would help.  “Fuck yeah!” he said and then started moving his hips back and forth slowly.  Once again the fire began to shrink.  I relaxed my jaws.  “If I had known that first day I’d be fucking you in the ass, I would’ve been nicer to you a lot sooner!”

His humping started to increase.  His dick drew back more before slamming forward.  Each thrust brought a mixture of burning pain and a wave of pleasure.  He was going faster now, and I found myself clawing at the bed while pushing my ass upward. And then I really fucked up and let a moan pass from my lips.  I heard “fuck yeah!” and then the pounding intensified.  Soon my body was bouncing on the bed.  Fantastic pressure built in my groin as his cock stimulated mine from the inside.  Within a few seconds I was orgasming.  I felt my ass grip his cock, but he didn’t seem to notice.  He kept pounding away.  I could hear him grunting as my dick kept twitching.  Several moments later his body became rigid, he shoved his dick in deep, and then I felt it twitching while his body froze.  “That’s the tightest hole I’ve had yet,” he said.  As we lay connected, I could tell our skin was damp from sweat.  I felt his hand slide under me.  He found my soft dick.  “You came while I fucked you.  Hot!”

After a while he pulled out and rolled over onto his back.  His hand slid down the bare skin of my back until it found my ass cheeks.  He lightly rubbed my ass.  “Fuckin’ hot ass, man!”  He got up and went into the bathroom.  I flexed my ass muscles trying to relieve my hole more.  I heard the water turn on and off, and then he plopped down on the bed next to me again.  “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.  My ass hurts a bit but not too badly.”

“Good!  You’ll get used to it,” he said and then moved to his bed.

I wasn’t sure I wanted a second time, but as I started to fall asleep I felt him on top of me, his breath beating against me as his thick rod slammed into me, and I realized that yes, I would let him fuck me again.  I woke up in the morning and went to the bathroom.  My hole still ached slightly.  Ken walked in while I was on the pot.  “Hey sweet cheeks,” he said. 

“Hey,” I replied.  I got off the toilet and went to wash my hands while he pissed.  

We got dressed at the same time.  “Wanna go for a bike ride?” he asked.

That brightened my day.  “Sure!”

After breakfast we got our bikes and went for a ride.  We ended up in the boonies somewhere.  We found a grove of trees with a small abandoned building next to it.  We parked our bikes and went inside and looked around.  As I looked around I felt Ken behind me.  His hands were rubbing my arms.  I felt tingling.  I turned around, and he pressed against me.  I could feel his dick pressing against mine through the shorts.  “Ken. . . can I ask you something?”

“You don’t have to ask for my dick, man,” he replied.

“No. . . I . . . I don’t know how to ask this, but . . . do you like me?  Or are we just friends because I suck your dick?”

“Do I like you?  I like pussy, man.”

“Oh.  Well, yeah, I know.  I . . . I guess I just didn’t want to be friends only because . . . “ his mouth cut off my sentence as it covered mine.  He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back so that my mouth was open.  His tongue was inside my mouth and he kissed me hard.  He broke it suddenly. 
“Not a FUCKING word to ANYONE!” he warned me again.  I nodded my head briskly somewhat afraid of the look on his face.  He grabbed my shirt and peeled it off me.  Then his hands shoved my shorts and boxers down, and he kissed me again as he stroked my hard dick.  His mouth moved away from mine, and as I caught my breath, I watched him sink to his knees.  He looked up at me as he pulled his shirt off, and then my knees almost buckled as he went down on me!  He sucked my briefly.  When he stopped he pulled a thin sheet out of his backpack.  I watched him spread it out, and then he motioned for me to lay down.  As I did, he had me put my head under where his crotch would soon be.

His body stretched over me, and I felt my cock slip into his wet mouth again.  I reached up and pulled his shorts down.  He wasn’t wearing underwear, so I immediately had access to his big rod.  He lowered, and I admitted his rod into my mouth and began to suck eagerly.  We blew each other for a while before he moved off me.  I saw him stripping out of his shorts, and so I pulled mine off as well.  He grabbed a bottle and squirted something onto his cock.  I watched him coat his meat with it and instinctively rolled over onto my stomach.

“Fuck yeah!  You want that big dick, don’t you?”  I nodded my head as he moved over me.  “Say it, bitch.”

“I . . . I want your dick.”

“What do you want me to do with it?” he asked.  I could feel his cock sliding back and forth in my crack, and my hole ached for him.

“Fuck me, Ken!  I want you to fuck me!”

“Stick that hot ass up in the air,” he instructed me.

I maneuvered so my butt was pointing into the air.  I felt one of his hands resting on my back as his dick penetrated my hole.  When the tip slid in and more starting coming behind it, I felt pain again.  I looked around, saw my shirt and grabbed it.  I quickly wadded it up and bit the hell out of it as his thick meat began stretching my ass open again.

“You don’t have to keep silent here, man.  That’s why I picked this place,” he said as he pulled the shirt out of my mouth.  More of his cock slid into me, and I moaned instead of yelling.  “Gonna work your hole good and hard, Smitty.”  He smacked my ass and then repeated “Good and hard.”

I heard myself answer simply:  “Do it!”