My cock was so hard and dripping as I fingered my boy-cunt with my spit and mixed boy-cum from Dillon. I got on all fours with my ass up high and our towels under my chest as a cushion in anticipation of Dillion's breeding, drilling-cunt busting my virgin anal cherry. I was shaking, waiting to feel my first cock break my ass open. So exciting cumming from my best friend forever. The air mattress in the tent we performed on vibrated from our shaking bodies and the storm outside.
Dillon was reaching for the coconut oil, and I said, “No – please, just your spit and pre-cum for lube. I want to feel your big cock. I mean, you just took my monster, so the way for me to share the cheery-busting sensation and pain equally is to do it with nearly no lube. Dillon – don’t go slow or give me any respite from the pain. Close your eyes and pretend my ass is anyone you want and at any age. I want it really rough and hard -like almost a rape – don’t stop no matter what I say unless I say yellow or red or wave my right hand waving my fingers.”
Leaning forward to my ear and cheek, he replied, “It is your virgin pussy I am taking, fantasizing back to our first sleepover in this tent. You will take everything in your cunt and throat with no objections until I am orgasmically satisfied, understand, boy?”
It was all I could do not to giggle. Smiling and turning to meet his lips, I said, “Yes, Sir Master, anything to please you, Sir!”
Holy Fuck! That smile sure left my face in a big fucking hurry. Dillon bashed and squeezed his glans into my hole; as soon as his cock head was in me, he grabbed my hips and started to pound violently balls deep with a super fast jackhammering. I know I had asked for this. It has been a brewing fantasy of mine since after the wake and memorial. Was I fucked up because I felt and fantasized about being punished – but at the same time, I found it so erotic and exciting. The pain that I…the goth boy, was experiencing was tremendous. I cried out in whimpers, grunts and groans. The burning sting and pressure of the stretch and expanse were 10 times worse than the hardest dump I have ever taken.
My mouth was wide open, and my breathing was so erratic and panicked, mixed with my schoolboy whimpering, youthful pleading, sharing my torture with my master, my Dillon Sir. As I had requested, he gave me no quarter or respite. He grabbed my long, dark, goth hair manes with both his hands as he pounded and jackhammered my breaking boy-pussy almost pulling my head off. The angle caused his huge man penis to thrust deeper. Fuck My God! He just broke into some other new chamber or entrance tunnel curve thing – fuck, it is such a stretch and hurts – fuck, I love it – all I was dreaming for. I am not an anatomy expert, but it fucking hurt like hell; so pleasurable was the pain and stretch. I cried out with his speed, striking my prostate and breaking open my virgin boy-cunt. After a few thrusts, I finally felt it. I was starting to have a medium orgasm and came to some hands-free ejaculation – it was just the volcano waking up even though I was still feeling tremendous pain, burning and deflowering my boy-hole.
Dillon asked, “Boy, are you ok? Any thoughts of yellow or red?” I thought to myself – God Bless him; I must be showing significant trauma or near death or something scaring the bejesus out of him from my oral ramblings.
I answered, shaking and almost in spasmodic stammering, “No Sir, please don’t stop – please more Sire – Must have more Sir!”
Dillon answered, “I love your tight virgin pussy, boy. Better than any girl cunt so tight milking my big cock shaft. I am going to breed my seed in you soon, boy – fill you up with my hot creamy seed cum.”
I answered, “Please, Sir, fill my hole with your breed seed and take my virgin boy-cunt to new expanse and depths; your hand on my boy-penis to capture my eruption and do with it as it pleases you, Master.” Holy Shit! I can’t believe I am saying this shit, almost laughing myself – but it is so sexually and climactically exciting to me – better than any blow job or jerk-off ever! My voice quivered and shook, almost as if fear and interrogation were assault-like. I am fucked up! But so are 9 billion others! One, in particular, these days, comes to mind!
I realized, at this point, that this was precisely the reason, down deep, why I refused other boys’ and girls' advances and suggestions of sex and anal sex between us. I trusted no one else to open my emotions, being, body and soul, my most profound, darkest erotic existence. I wanted to be taken like this. I was loving and in tears having this fantasy fulfilled by my Dillon, my best friend forever, who I now prayed would become my lifelong lover in this very instance of sharing everything I am, surrendering and exposing my soul. I have dreamed of being a ravaged boy-cunt slut.
Dillon's moans and groaning were growing, as were mine. A sense of peace flowed over me as my mind cycled my life and emotions. Oh, Holy Fuck! The pain is flipping! Dillon was so right – fuck, it is like I want it bigger, deeper, faster, stronger. The friction and sensations as his colossal penis thrust in my anal canal pushed through all the incredible nerve-ending bends and curves- those nerve endings were now saying – Holy Fuck! This is fun! I want fucking more! This feels so great and awesome!
I cried out as I was starting to thrust back against Master and Sir’s titanium love missle, “Oh Sir, Oh Master! My penis is going to erupt, sir please get ready, Master. I am about to explode, my boy juice!”
Dillon yelled as his orgasm and seed breeding were nearly in perfect tandem with mine, “Cum for Master Boy! Cum and give me your boy-cum in my cupped hand. Quick now, here I Cum also! Fuck Boy, I am blowing and breeding your little pussy cunt! Take it, you little fuck, and love it!”
I hollered back as my hands-free ejaculation erupted into Master Dillon's hand as he pulled my hair and head even further back. “OOOOOHHHHHHHHH MMMMAASSSTTTTTEEERRRR IIIII AAAAAMMMM CCCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!” It was hands down the most extraordinary ejaculation of my life, so far, anyway. I overflowed Master Dillon’s hand with several ounces squirting through his fingers, hitting the inside tent canvas dripping down like the pelting rain outside. He brought his hand full of my semen and slathered it into my mouth, throat, face and hair. Holy Fuck, this is everything I dreamed of, so much fun! What an emotional sexual release!
Nearly together, Master Dillon screamed, “I am cumming, Luke, Boy! I am OOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSS FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!” I felt deep in my left side a squirting and warming sensation as his huge ejaculation filled my anal canal and rectum, and whatever else was so deep and pleasurable that he had perfectly violated and broken into. Finally, I was complete and had been bred and cum injected from my bestie, my lover, my best friend, my Dillon, aka Master Dillon! He continued to smear my cum all over my gasping, rapturous mouth.
He released my manes of hair from his grasp as I collapsed forward and let it all out! I had a tremendous ball as I shook in my breakdown, tears blowing like a severed fire hydrant!
In great fear, Dillon panicked, withdrew, came up beside me, and pleaded, “Oh God, Dillon! Why did you not say Yellow or Red or wave your hands Fuck are you crazy, are you hurt – let's go to the hospital!”
I giggled in between my tears and said, “No, Dillon! It was incredible and perfect – so perfect. I loved it all, and I am fine. You just gave me the greatest pleasure in my life so far. But….But… I miss them! I miss them so much! I don’t know what I am supposed to do now!” I absolutely balled and broke down!
Dillon sat me up. He hugged and held me so hard, kissing my face and dripping tears! “I am here for you, Luke! You will live your life, I hope and pray with ….with me! I will always be here for you, no matter what! I loved this tonight with you! I want everything with you or whatever love you want…I…I….I am in love with you, Luke! Oh God! I am so in Love with you!
(At that very moment, the rain, thunder and lightning stopped dead.) I…I…I have always wanted you; I could not accept admitting it. When you came out as bi at their wake to me, I was so confused. The only reason I did not jump and throw my naked self at you was I knew you were in pain and suffering, so it felt wrong. Are you sure you are okay? I want you so badly! Sure, I did not hurt you, and all ok – I did enjoy that fantasy role-play. It was a lot of boy fun!? Great Fantasy imagination you have, lover!
I said, “Physically, I have never been better and sexually, never been this satisfied – my ass feels fantastic, like it wants more. You are a great fuck for the first time! I have nothing to compare it to you or me, but wow! Fuck – I have never blown cum like that – look, ( I giggled with tears still pointing to the tent front) it is still running down the tent wall! I wish we would have cum out years ago – but we are young. I think I am in love with you as well, Dillon, but let's just go slow, ok; now, where is that fucking Sailor Jerry bottle?” Dillon reached over, unscrewed the cap and handed it to me; I gulped a few ounces. Then returned it to him to swallow about the same. I composed myself and got a hold of my emotions.
I continued, “I needed to bring out this ball breakdown. I have not cried much since Mom & Dad’s memorial. I do miss them tremendously. I wish they were here to show them you and I are in love!”
He answered, “Later in the afternoon after we rest and ensure sober, we can go to the grave and visit together.”
I replied, “Yeah, that would be nice. Once back at my place, before we start more sex, maybe during a meal, you can listen to my ideas about the investments and construction company that I now own entirely. You always did really well in all the shop and tech courses, so like you said, let's go slow, but I need you not only as a lover but as a friend and partner. It is a huge responsibility for both of us to turn into a young man at 18, isn’t it?” He held me so tight as he curled up beside me and took me between his naked legs with my back to his belly and his still half-hard penis pressing into my upper back. We nibbled and kissed, cleaning our mixed boy-semen from our faces and mouths.
He continued, “Does your pussy feel empty and hungry like mine does?”
I giggled with a stuffy nose voice from my ball session: “Yeah! It is weird, like it wants to be filled again, maybe even wider, bigger, and deeper next time.” We turned our heads and kissed some more.
Dillon whispered a few minutes later, “I will lie down this time, and you get on top; we will feed each other our cocks and pussies, ok?”
I smiled and said, “Fuck Yeah! Let's suck our cocks and eat our cunts and swallow that dripping cum out of each other’s holes.” We both were excited again. The birds started to chirp with the storm over, and soon, the sun would rise – we had no idea what time it was and did not care.
We both got into position and began to suck our hard-as-rock-dripping cocks. I had to raise my knees more with my cock being so big that Dillon had to get the tip in his mouth. Due to my length and girth, though, he at least did not have to lift his neck and strain to suck. It was so lovely-slowly seeing and feeling the warm sunrise. It felt like a new life had begun – like I was born again and had to leave the past – I did not cause it; I could not control it, and I sure can’t correct it. The three C’s are good rules to follow!
Now back to sucking my lover’s cock. (Another C Cock!) We slithered up and down each other for several minutes, sucking and kissing every inch of our cocks and balls. I felt like there was settled semen ready to flow out of my ass-pussy. Dillon must be feeling the same. As we had done earlier, but now in a flipped reversed position, we twisted up and curled and began to eat out our boy-cunts. He only needed to pull apart my hole a bit with his tongue, and I giggled as I had mine in him as well. We were both treated to our boy-cum snack that we had deposited into each other over the last few hours. We ate, sucked and slurped our holes completely clean with so many nerve-ending pleasures; it was joy, bliss and rapture for over an hour. Like I said, rimming and eating a boy’s pussy is the best event ever, or so I thought until---wow…what is Dillon doing?? This feels good and is feeding my hungry boy-cunt.
I saw him push my ass and hips up -it was difficult for me to keep his hole in my mouth, so I moved some to his taint and lovely blonde balls, sucking them into my mouth and tossing his salad. I saw Dillon reach for the coconut oil. He opened it and dunked both his hands in. The image and thought of what he wanted to do to me sent a stream of buried cum in my pipes, firing out just from the idea of it. He felt my eruption on his lower chest mid-stomach – basically, it was my body and brain saying, “Yes!”
Over several minutes it was all I could do to keep kissing, sucking and slurping Dillon’s cock and balls. He was loading up on more oil as I felt him pull apart my anal ring with eight fingers now. I breathed and relaxed and concentrated. This time, I was so glad he used the lube. I had watched fisting before hundreds of times on “GayDemon” and never really thought about it – holy shit! I am so fucking turned on wanting it now! I continued to breathe and relax my pelvic floor, having no idea what I was doing but basing it on the watched videos. Dillon formed his right hand into a cone shape and pressed hard into my boy cunt. He used his other fingers to circle his knuckles. There was a burning stretch again. This was much bigger than his cock. Perhaps this is what my lubed cock felt inside him. The thought of that committed me to continue the act.
I rambled out, “Fuck Dillon, it feels so good! I think I am almost ready – fuck try pushing in, please I will stop with Yellow or Red, I promise, ok!”
Dillon answered, “Fuck Luke, it is so lovely, and I feel a cum load building in my prostate just from doing this to you. Get your mouth ready on my cock soon – here I go- I am pushing my hand in now!”
Oh My God! Dillon's hand slipped in! It was a tremendous burning stretch, but once inside, it was absolute bliss and pleasure like you can’t imagine until you have done it! It was Fucking incredible!!
I screamed, “Oh Fuck, Dillon, you are in! Fuck It feels Fantastic! Move around and fuck me with your fist and arm, please!” Dillon proceeded exquisitely. Soon, I felt him nearly pulling out and then thrusting back in. I moaned and groaned and entered a euphoric sex-like dream pleasure trance… almost catatonic – this is so spiritual to surrender one’s boy-cunt to a boy’s fist and arm. Within minutes I was so open and relaxed that Dillon was out and, with a full-clenched fist, was punching my pussy in and out like a fuck machine.
My oral escaping was just, “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK !” My prostate erupted like a bilge pump as I sprayed, and, I mean, sprayed, several ounces of semen all over his chest, stomach and down to his cocks and balls beside my face. I could feel his ejaculation at the same time under his nuts as his prostate was like a second pulsing heartbeat. I got my mouth over the tip of his cock as he blew four thick scalding hot creamy rope snake-like streams right down my fucking throat. We both screamed in total orgasmic bliss. This was the sex and pleasure we both had been longing for – so beautiful.
Dillon withdrew his fist, licked my hole, and soothed it with his lovely mouth and tongue. I rolled off him after a few minutes as I continued to slurp up all his ejaculation mixed with mine. I flipped around and lay beside him with our faces together as we shared our cum and semen ruminates that we had not swallowed. We held each other there, just rubbing and nibble kissing for hours. We passed out asleep in each other's arms sometime in the morning.
We woke to the blaring sound of the neighbour's lawn mower, the “Brubaker’s.” I looked at my watch and phone – Holy shit! 4 PM, but we felt relaxed and rested. We both threw on our board shorts and grabbed our shoes, speedos and belongings. Once dressed, we emerged from the tent and stretched. We brought the bottle to come inside with us.
Dillon said, “It is still quite wet out here with ponding on the lawn; I am shocked he is cutting his grass next door?” I shrugged my shoulders.
We went inside and finished cleaning with a quick shower and play-washing each other head to toe. There was no actual sex because we were starving for food. Walking out of his house, it all made sense as we saw Mrs. Brubaker cutting the lawn. She waved to Dillon, shut off the lawn mower, and came over. She is about 45ish and quite overweight, with greying hair.
She said, “Hi Dillon, Hi Luke—How are you two boys doing? That was quite the storm last night. I was sure there were injured animals, and I heard incredible, almost whimpering sounds like an injured poor creature. I see nothing – anything in your yard. I saw through the fence you had the tent out, so did you spend the night in it?”
We were deer in headlights, stone-faced. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing, and it took every ounce of strength not to move a facial or body muscle. I almost shit my pants when Dillon reached over and grabbed my hand!
Mrs. Brubaker smiled and said, “Oh, I am so sorry—forget anything I said, congrats—you boys are both so gorgeous—you just broke millions of girls' and boys' hearts off the available list, eh! (She gave us that sort of sexy cum on look) Did you know we just got back from Michael's wedding last weekend? He and his husband are setting up a clinic in Montreal. They are both doctors catering to the LGBTQ2S+ Community. We are so proud of them – both so beautiful.”
Dillon answered, “Wow! I had no idea. I have not seen him in years since we were in grade 9 when he was in his final grade 12 year as captain and quarterback of the football team. I was sure he would have gone for a career in the NFL or something. He was such a great player, I recall!” I was now beaming away as we all knew Michael as the most macho boy ever and had no idea he was gay. Girls used to follow him around like wolf packs.
Mrs. Brubaker answered. “Well, on the team, the boy that played the centre – you know, the one that hikes the football where the quarterback has to reach under his privates to get the ball?”
I answered this time, “Oh, I think his name was Kyle Smith, right?” She giggled in reply, “Yes; it seems one night when we were away, Michael and Kyle went down to the pool and decided to practice naked (She giggled). They are now married to each other, and recent medical graduates are full doctors!
Dillon responded, “Well, could you give me his email and phone number so I can look him up on Facebook or LinkedIn?” She came over, and we both entered their contact into our phone.
Dillon said, “Mrs. Brubaker, we have not cum out to my parents or brother David yet, so can you keep it our secret for now?” She did the lips are sealed gesture.
“You boys have fun now and enjoy each other, okay? " She said. We waved and left in my truck.
While driving to Phil's Pub and Grill for food, I asked, “Dillon, what are you thinking about Michael and Kyle?”
He answered, “Well, I was nervous fisting you, and we did not go deep, but I think this sex play and sort of that stuff they call BDSM interests me immensely. I am hoping you will also continue to enjoy it. Being able to consult gay-friendly doctors who know us would be a great help and not embarrassing.”
I answered with a smile, “I have often jerked off and blown loads to boys pissing, flogging, spanking, fisting…I would love for us to explore and grow into BDSM play together and maybe with others, but we will see. Let's go slow.” He rubbed my leg as I drove.
We had a lovely supper together and discussed future plans with my current residential construction company. It specializes in building prefab modular homes at reasonable, affordable prices. I am so in Love with Dillon.
After supper, we visited Mom and Dad's grave. Looking peacefully at the stone, I said, “Mom, Dad, you remember Dillon. We are in Love.” We held each other tightly and kissed. We got back to my house and sucked, fucked, rimmed, fisted, pissed and ate litres of our mutual cum for three straight days, being naked the entire time inside and out and all around the pool. It was heaven, and it was our home.
Once they returned from the wedding, we saw his parents and brother and revealed our love. They were excellent and supportive. His little brother David was very excited that we came out. Dillon was shocked to find out that he thought he was gay as well but was still playing the field. It was good for him to start younger than we did. We offered to help and were always there for him.
Dillon moved in with me a few weeks later. We eloped with a prenup. I earned my master’s degree in business administration and a degree in construction design, engineering, and technology. Dillon took construction project management and municipal infrastructure design. Over the coming years and decades, we shared so much sex and love with many young men and 18+ boys. We built our BDSM Dungeon with dozens of massive dildos and every implement and attire imaginable in our Bungalow, converting two bedrooms into one and leaving two others as guest rooms; we expanded our Master suite and baths to hold several guys at once.
We had multi-day Gay BDSM naked seasonal inside and out property parties weekly for the last two decades and had hundreds of regulars, including Michale and Kyle from Montreal, who taught us human anatomy better than a surgeon would know. We had so much fun and pleasure; swinging with other 18+ boys and men was so incredible. Hundreds and thousands of unbelievable BDSM and fucking and fisting cum showers by many. David, Dillon's brother, was one of them. He found his lover, and they both came to work for us at the plant. I will tell you more about that later.
Twenty years later, our love is stronger than ever, and we are both 38 and still rocking hot bodies and cocks; toned down the piercings and Goth-Punk style as we matured. Both of us are still stunning and gorgeous. I still get modelling requests, and he does as well – but it is not our cup of tea anymore.
The company and our investments have done well, and we are both wealthy but contribute back to the community for the homeless and Gay youth as much as possible. No one needs the money we have amassed, so we help as much as possible. It is hard to see direct results, but we keep offering affordable homes, townhouses, and special offers to boys and young men needing a group house or room.
We did not think life could get any better until he arrived. It was a Friday again. Over the years, we have often heard from the local community High Schools about boys in their final year and months looking to do co-ops. We strongly supported this as it was essential to bring in the newest recruits who could also work and go to college while learning new skills and techniques, trades, etc.
Dillon and I were sitting in our shared office with comfy leather couches. It had a private ensuite, large shower and bath for us only as we often engaged in sex at work with our soundproof locked doors closed; thick, solid, insulated walls on the upper floor of the plant gave us total privacy. There are a few windows to the outside and video cameras everywhere to observe the rest of the workers. All knew we were spouses, so there was no hiding it…why would we – finally, the world has changed, and love is love. A few high windows were looking down into the plant so we could watch the modular section and cookie-cutter projects being created. There, we rolled shutters we could close when we wanted, and no one could see or hear anything. Many of our staff and workers were LGBTQ2S+ as well. They were all fantastic – some came to our parties, which was great fun!
Dillon said, “This 17-year-old kid named Caleb is showing up at 3 PM for the Co-op tryout on Tuesday after the long weekend. He is from St. John Paul 2 HS.” It was May 24 in Canada. Our celebration of Queen Victoria’s BD. It is considered the start of summer. This week we had no parties planned as so many people like to go away, and we just had a major BDSM Fuck, Fist and dildo fest last weekend, so we had nothing scheduled for four days or so. It was just going to be us-nice!
Suzie, our sexy Dyke admin lady, called up to say Caleb was here. Dillon went down the steps to bring him up. I sat on the leather couch, and Dillon would sit beside me. Minutes later, I heard a quiver in Dillon's voice as he walked down the hall with Caleb, and the two of them were chatting. I was perplexed, and he sounded excited and emotional. It all became clear when they entered the room, as Dillon's eyes were as big as the stars.
Caleb is incredibly drop-dead gorgeous. He is like a younger teen combined version of the two of us. If Dillon and I had produced a child from our genes and DNA, this ridiculously hot kid would have been it. His long, sandy, curly, wavey strawberry blonde hair is parted on his left side and partially covers his right eye – so beautiful. He has a black tongue stud and tiny black earrings with queer bracelets. He is about 5ft 10 and very thin, maybe 140 lbs. He reminds me of the AI Character called Andras (Wolf Fyre Series). His eyes are like a mix of mine and Dillon’s – like an aqua-light green-incredible. A few perfect freckles. He is stunning but also dishevelled and a little malnourished. He seems sad, sort of melancholy. He has two huge knapsacks, which is strange.
I smiled and said, “Caleb, welcome, come in, please have a seat. I am Luke, the company's owner, and my spouse Dillon is VP of operations, so please have a seat and relax.” Caleb lit right up with the most gorgeous teeth and smile. We both melted like ice cream, staring at his beauty. I knew both our cocks were swelling.
I said, “So Caleb, you are 17 now finishing high school?”
He got sad again and answered, “Um, AH UM. Well, unfortunately, today I am 18.”
We smiled and gave him Happy BD wishes. Dillon said, “Well, you did not have to do this on your birthday; we could have done this next week also, and I am lost as to why you think it unfortunate.”
Caleb was fidgeting and became very nervous at the teen boy's shake in his lovely, soft voice. He continued, “Ah well, being 18 today…ah…I have all my possessions because as of this morning, I am technically….ah….homeless…ah….UUMMM.” Tears dropped from his lovely eyes. Dillon gets up and closes the door.
I said, “You are in a safe space, Caleb; please, we are here to help you in any way we can.” He nodded, became very emotional, and continued weeping. His voice was broken and cracking.
Dillon said, “Take a big breath, Caleb, and tell us everything.” He rolled up the sleeves of his dirty sweatshirt; we saw cut marks and scars on his arms. This is common among youth who cry out for help. I also have a few, so I ensured he could see my arms.
“Ah, being 18 today, my foster family…ah…oh…(well, not anymore sort of good to get out of them maybe) has given me the boot as I have aged out, and they refuse to adopt or allow me to stay.” He spoke.
I asked, “Why do you think that is so? Please remember that we are not here to judge but to help. Hold nothing back, ok?” I said with the friendly, caring eyes I could muster.
Caleb continued, “Well, as you said, I am in safe company. I like your gay erotica on the walls – really fucking hot”- well giggled, “Well, they caught me with their 15-year-old son; we were doing mutual oral 69 sex and rimming. He confirmed to the police that we were both consenting and that he wanted it as much as I did. The law says we were okay, and there are no charges as we are close in age, a few years, and we confirmed mutual consent for both minors. His name is Tyler.
I was allowed back on the property, but they put me outside in a tent in their backyard since March Easter weekend when it all happened. Tyler and I went to different schools as they are not Catholic. Pagen, I think they are – spawns of the devil-satan! (We smiled a bit) The grandparents have moved in so that there is always a Gestapo-type SS crew watching me and Tyler. They would only bring me some food and water. I had to piss and shit outside in a hole; the man – Doug – Tyler’s dad forced me to dig and fill in as I needed. They have changed all the locks on the house and the alarm codes; Tyler has wept from his window every day for over 2 months, watching me. A few weeks ago, he overdosed on his mother's sleeping pills. He is ok and alive and in the youth mental health ward at CAMH. When I woke in my tent this AM, Doug said get out of here now and never come back, or I will charge you with trespassing if I do not shoot you first.” He does hunt but has his rifles well locked up – otherwise, I think Tyler would have shot them all or himself.
Everything I possess is in these two large knapsacks. I told the school of the situation weeks ago when Tyler got hospitalized, which is why they .. lah…like….knew I liked my shop and construction tech courses, and your company has an excellent reputation for helping the Queer homeless sad pieces of shit like me!” he broke down again.
Tears dripped from my eyes and Dillon’s. I asked, “Caleb, why may I ask if you are in the foster care system?” Another huge breath and cheek blow.
I am an only child. Mom and Dad were killed in a car crash when I was 10. We never had much money, and there was nothing left after their deaths. There is no insurance or provision for me. Their estate was big-time bankrupt as all they had was debt and debt and debt. They drank and used drugs. They were both stoned and drunk and hit the concrete post on the 427, killing them instantly.
I said, “Oh God, Caleb, I am so sorry. I can relate. I lost my parents when I was 17 in a train accident in Asia. This used to be their company. I am so fortunate and blessed to have been provided for. We are both so sorry for all you have been through; so have you been with the same foster bastards for like 7 or 8 years now?”
He answered, “Well, a few of my grandparents were alive at first but got old sick and could not care for me. They went into homes, and only one was still alive but did not recognize me at all. I got into trouble with the law several times these many years; no other family relatives will have me; I have been bounced around fucking up from one family to another. I'm telling you the truth: I have a youth rap sheet as long as a roll of ass-wipe.” We giggled again and nodded we understood.
He openly continued, “Drunk and disorderly in public, genital exposure from public urinating and shitting. Minor drug charges, possession, and some opioid use, but I have gotten through treatment and am clean from pill shit and drugs. I still drink some, but I am not an alcoholic; I am so lucky I am not dead like some. I stole and shoplifted food and clothing, electronics and computer shit for school and education as most of the foster families just take the gov’t funds and leave us kids to rought in hell. It's pretty clear I am gay like you guys, and the only sex was with Tyler, as I just came out this year. Doug and Lorraine hate the queer community – so likely why Tyler tried to off himself -course, they blamed me for that as well…so…yeah… ah fucked it all I did.”
Dillon said, “But the school Co-op guidance said your marks and attendance were all straight A’s in the 95-98+ percentile, so how?”
Caleb answered, “School was my safe space, and there are washrooms and shower facilities. I have been trying to care for my health and oral hygiene, getting to school as early as the doors unlocked and staying there until security and custodians threw me out. It is hard to wash your clothes in the sinks with hand soap, wring them out, and then get them to dry nicely; the last few months have been really rough. I studied as much as I could over the years at the school, trying to get the best marks ever, as I knew the only one to save me was me and me alone. I am a good person; the rap sheet is all minor. I will sign for a full release if you would like, but I need help…I am so scared to be on the street tonight.” Caleb broke down, sniffling again. More tears dripped from our eyes as well. He shook in trembling fear and worry.
I answered, “Oh No, Caleb! There is no way you are going to the streets ever…ever!”
He answered, “I am here with ulterior motives because guidance said you guys help house the homeless, and I need help. Please, anything but the streets. I will work as many hours here doing anything you want when I am not sleeping somewhere or in college or Uni., where I hope to get my tech degree.”
I said, “Caleb, would you please just sit outside the office here for a minute and not go anywhere? I need a few minutes in private with Dillon. Leave your bags here; we will be out in a moment.”
He answered, “Sure, no rush. I saw the washroom down the hall and will pop in there for a minute. Is that okay?” We smiled, as it was all we could do to hold our emotions.
Once the door was shut, Dillon and I ran to each other and completely broke down, holding each other tightly.
“I have never asked anything big from you, my love, but please…this time….ah,” I stammered
Dillon finished my words, “He is cumming home with us; no if, and, or butts!”
I hugged Dillon and stared into his eyes, “I Love you so much; this could have been me if I had not been provided for by my parents; look where we are now.” He has been through fucking hell and more, and there are no spaces left in our low-income support spots.”
Dillon said, smirking, “You want to fuck him?”
I got a bit angry and said, “Oh Fuck off, Dillon! Come on! I know he is 18 today; even dirty and dishevelled, he is so gorgeous, a total off-the-charts hot twink, so much like we were at that age…fuck you! Now I am getting hard! Let's get him home with us, cleaned up, fed and safe; let him stay in the spare room. We have given millions to agencies to help kids like him over the decades. This is our chance to do it directly and make a real difference in his shit-fuck life so far.”
Dillon answered, “Sorry I was out of line, but I will not lie. He is so attractive, and we do have BDSM parties with boys his age already, so keep an open mind – he may be ready to explore his sexuality with us, but yes, only if he wants to, and we best get him to sign the docs as the other 18+ boys do. Our main goal is to house, clothe, feed, hydrate and hygiene him. Keep him safe and securely employed; let him know we care. He needs our love and support. He will be with us at home and off the streets!”
I said, “Perfect – go get our rescue.”
We opened the door, and Caleb looked worried and anxious. He said, “Hey, if there is a place I can get myself to, I just need to know where and have contact info, like you know.”
I said, “We have all the arrangements made, Caleb.” He breathed a sigh of relief and shed tears of relief and joy.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!’ Where do I go?” he said.
Holding our hands, I answered, “You are cumming home to our house to live with us for as long as you like. Your life story is so tragic and could have been mine. You need more than housing – you need family and home, and that is what we will happily give you for eternity if needed!”
Caleb burst into tears; we hugged in a tight, close embrace. I noticed he squeezed my ass and was overly affectionate – oh Fuck! I hope we know what we are doing…. Holy shit! Fuck he is so gorgeous!
