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This is pure one hundred percent fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or deceased. Please do not copy without my consent.
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Main characters: Jeff (author)-19, roommate Lance-18 Friends Bryan- 18, Caleb-18, Trey-19
I woke the next morning, Saturday in early October. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings and found Trey's clock, which read 10:15. Looking to my right Trey was still asleep. Seeing his naked back, nice ass and his tattoo brought a smile to my face only then to realize that I feel asleep on him right after we got in bed. Just lying there, I felt a small pain in my head and dry mouth from drinking a few beers the night before. My hand gently went to his shoulder. Trey turned to me and opened his eyes. He rubbed them with his dark hair all in his face.
"See if I ever fuckin let you drink again," Trey said.
"I told you I was ready to crash," I said.
"No shit, bro. You were snoring big time in a matter of seconds," Trey said.
"I'm sorry Trey. I know you really wanted to have sex with me," I said.
"It's still all good, bro. There's no sense in forcing it on you, plus it shows we aren't just rushing into something," Trey said.
"I must be the worst boyfriend ever for you," I said.
"Yeah, the worst and the best. Hell I don't know the difference right now. It's kind of mad that we are taking it slow before we get all hung up in each other."
"I know but still I know you were disappointed, Trey."
"Oh well, I still enjoy just being with you."
"I do too," I said.
Trey crawled on top of me and grabbed my wrist. He pinned me down but not really rough. He kissed me and used his middle finger to trace down my body. The light touch of his finger sent a wave of chills through my body. I watched while he lowered his head and felt his hair on my pubes. He pulled his hair back and licked my cock, which responded to his moist tongue. His mouth covered my cock which now was hard and went down of me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this. Moans came out of my mouth while Trey slobbered on my knob. All I could see was hair but felt his mouth pleasing my tool. Afraid of climaxing, my hands lifted him to where our lips met perfectly.
Now I wanted to please him and make up for last night. I kissed and licked my down to his cut meat. I licked his balls and up the length of his hard cock. I peered up at him while my mouth sunk down on him. My mouth was spewing now and soaked his cock with my saliva.
"Oh yeah Jeff!" Trey said. I looked up and saw his head thrown back while feeding me. My mouth slid up and down his throbbing cock while breathing through my nose. I could feel his cock head at my throat while my tongue went wild. I pulled up and kissed his cock, then his slender hairless thighs. I dove back down and my ears filled with the sound of his deep moans. I slid a finger to his ass and in. My finger plunged in his hot pink hole while my mouth was glued to his cock. Again I glanced up to see his face smitten with pleasure. "Oh Jeff stop!" Trey said.
My mouth released his meat. I kissed his stomach.
Trey reached in his night stand and pulled out a red dildo. "Loosen my ass up," Trey smiled.
I found the lube and greased up the long but not real thick dildo. I put it at his hole and waited to slide it in him. He opened his ass and let me penetrate him with this red silicon dildo. "Ummmm!" Trey moaned.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, feels really good actually."
I slid the dildo in and out before wiggling it in ass. Trey handed me a condom after the dildo slipped from his hole. He took the honor and covered my cock with the condom and lubed it up. I lubed up his ass more as well as stroking my cock to its maximum hardness.
Leaning over and kissing Trey, he said, "Fuck me Jeff!"
With my cock at his hole and Trey in anticipation, I pushed forward and felt my cock slither in his warm hole. I stopped and waited for a reaction from Trey. I grabbed his ankles that were on my shoulders and pushed my hard cock deep in him. "OOOOOOO!" Trey moaned. "Fuck that ass!"
Taking it as a clear sign of pleasure, I pulled back slightly and pushed forward causing him to groan deeply. I slowly did this for a little while to allow us to adjust to each other. I pushed his knees forward and began fucking his sweet ass. "Oh fuck yeah!" Trey screamed. "Fuck me!"
With my hands on his chest, I fucked him a little harder while Trey's head began moving back and forth sending his hair flying. Leaning over, our lips met again while I moved in and out of his ass. My cock slipped from his hole. He grabbed my cock and guided back in his hole. I pulled him closer and started feeding him my cock harder and harder. His bed just hummed along while we both moaned and groaned with each deep plunge.
We switched position and Trey got on his side. I put his slender leg on top of mine. I clutched him around the chest and gently shoved my dick back in him. "Oh fuck yeah!" Trey moaned.
"You like this?"
"I just love you fucking me in any position. Your cock feels so good in me!"
Trey stroked his cock while I fucked him with a good steady pace. I kissed his neck while my hands rubbed his stomach and chest. My head was spinning non stop with pleasure and excitement. Trey's moaning subsided but was breathing hard as I was too.
"Fuck I'm about to bust," Trey said. I stopped immediately. "No Jeff, keep fucking me with that hot cock of yours."
I slammed his ass hard as ever with Trey screaming. Our skin sounded off with a loud slapping noise. I felt his hole tighten and watched while he climaxed.
Seeing his milky cum, I quickly withdrew and shed the condom just as my cock shot forth waves of hot cum up his back. We kissed while I did my best to remove my load off his back.
Trey shot up out of bed and grabbed my hand. We kissed deeply. He led me to the shower where we kissed and cleaned up. I was still on a sexual high while we showered. My hands petted his body the entire time.
Turning off the water, we dried off. "Fuck that was mad sick, bro."
"I take it you loved it as much as I did," I said.
"Oh fuck yeah that was totally insane and fucking hot as fuck," Trey said.
I just smiled. Reality then hit me like a rock, "Trey, today is the day," I said.
"For what?"
"I see my Mom after 11 years."
"I totally forgot all about it. When you meeting her?"
"I don't know but she gave me a number to call when I wanted to meet."
I put on my white briefs and jeans along with a nice blue Abercrombie polo shirt that was Lance's, well every was Lance's at one time. Trey put on his white boxers along with his slim jeans at his ass then a black Hurley t-shirt. I found the number and was barely able to dial my phone. The second I heard her answer I nearly hung up. I was short and brief with her but we agreed to meet at a nearby McDonald's in 20 minutes. I did my best to look nice while Trey waxed up his hair to make it board stiff. I just laughed at him while he shrugged.
By the time Trey and I got to the McDonalds that sat on the interstate, I was a wreck. "Chill dude," Trey said noticing my nervousness.
"What if..?"
"Hey just keep doing what you are doing if this doesn't work out like you want you at least you tried," Trey said with a pat on my shoulder.
I entered the restaurant and scanned the area. I spotted her sitting in a corner near the bathrooms. I saw her get up and come towards me. Now all my emotions were there. I froze for a second.
"Jeff?" Mom said with tears streaming down her face.
"Mom?" I said with tears in my eyes. I didn't want to cry but my emotions took over.
Her thin arms wrapped tightly around my body while she cried. She looked me in the face, "My God, my little boy is all grown up."
"Yeah I guess I am," I said squeezing her tightly.
Trey was great and let us be for the time. She took me by the hand and led me to a booth and sat across from me. "Jeff, you are a handsome young man."
"Thanks Mom," was all I could say seeing her weathered face from a tough and rough life. Actually she looked way better than I imagined. Her teeth were straight and looked great. Her dark hair was cut to her shoulders. She actually looked better with a little weight on her. The last I remember was seeing her thin drug abused body and pictured she might still look the same. I could tell life hadn't been easy on her either.
"Jeff, I want to hear all about your life now. How you like college? Who you are dating? Everything," she said.
Trey interrupted, "Jeff, you want something to eat?"
"Mom, this is Trey, a good friend who brought me here," I said with Trey shaking her hand. "I'll have a fish sandwich, a big fry and a Sprite."
"Ma'am, do you want anything?" Trey politely asked.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Mom replied. Trey left to grab our order. "Why did he bring you here?"
My brow lifted, "Like I can afford a car."
"Excuse me," she said.
"Mom, in case you forgot, I did live 11 damn years in a foster home," I said.
"What happened to the money that was set aside by Grandma Wilkens?"
"What money? They just sent me to college with a push out the door," I said and looked at her with the most stunned look of my life.
"Son, your grandmother set up a trust fund for you before she passed away. I told the lawyers the account and everything about it so you would at least have money for college," she said.
I shock my head, "You're kidding, right?"
"No, there is a trust fund in Macon, Georgia for you. You were supposed to get when you turned 18," Mom said. "Your grandma knew my condition at the time so she did it to where you would get the money instead of me. It's not a fortune but it is some money for your college fund."
Trey returned and set the food in front of me while sitting in the next booth. I opened the straw, plunged it through the slot and took a big drink. "You mean to tell me that I have suffered and had funds sitting for me in Georgia. How do I get it?"
"Jeff, I have the number somewhere back at my house and I can give you all the information. Those sorry people!"
"Mom, I did change homes after 2 years. Evidentially the info got misplaced or lost."
"Well enough about that. You still haven't told me anything about you. Jeff, you look so nice and really look fit, son."
I didn't know where to start. I did my best to fill her in on my life and how I was doing at college but left out being gay. I didn't think she needed to hear or know that at this time. She told me she had met a wonderful man and had plans of marriage in the near future. She got her GED in prison along with some skills that let her get a job at a factory about 75 miles south of school. She was trying to quit smoking but was struggling with the addiction to cigarettes but her drug addiction seemed to be behind her. We talked for a good hour and now I was glad that I did take the chance. Trey just listened and was super during my time with Mom. In the end we agreed to stay in touch and I knew that maybe I could again have a relationship with her even though I was very independent. The money still hung with me and really peaked my curiosity. I was now a little pissed at the system but knew they had more to worry with than me.
It was hard letting her go. Mom cried again and I did too when we parted ways. She had my number and gave me hers as a way of keeping in touch. I promised to come see her when I could and had a ride there. She said if nothing else she would come up at least once a month.
"Bro that was wicked," Trey said while we got in his car.
"Way better than I ever expected. One little meeting still doesn't erase the hurt she caused me for all those years. I cried every night for 2 solid months when I got to the first home," I said.
"Damn, you're a cold hearted bitch," Trey said leaving the lot.
"Hell yeah I am. Wouldn't you be? She's been out a year and now wants to reconnect with me. Knowing her she's up to something and probably wants part of my money," I said.
Trey laughed, "What your quarters to do laundry?"
"No. Her mom, my grandmother, set up a trust fund for me before she died in Georgia. Now I got find out how to get the money," I said.
"Bro, you'll be rolling. What are buying?"
"What do you think? A car. It sucks bumming rides everywhere."
"Yeah that would be nice and then you can treat my ass some too. I take you didn't tell her you were gay."
"No. Look who's talking."
"Fuck off dude. I will some day when the time is perfect."
I just laughed. "Yeah on your death bed. Then you'll just scribble on a piece of paper before you kill over."
Trey laughed, "That's a great idea, Jeff."
"Trey, thanks for taking me. It really was great," I said.
"No problem. I actually teared up too seeing you two there. It was touching and good to see," Trey said.
"Trey, is there any way you could take me to the home? I want to see if the head of it has any idea where or what the money is," I said. "It's only about 30 miles or so down the interstate."
Trey looked at me and smiled, "I guess I could do that. We really don't have anything else planned." Trey turned around in a parking lot and cranked up the music. Still I didn't know the songs but knew he was trying to give me a sense of who we were seeing the next weekend. I stared out the window at the vaguely familiar scenery while Trey sped by. I told him which exit to take.
When we came on the exit, I had to get my wits about me. I told him to take a right and soon realized we were heading in the wrong direction. Once heading in the correct direction, it was about 5 miles off the interstate. My home for 8 years finally appeared on the left hand side. It normally housed 20 to 30 kids at any given time. We drove down the paved entrance and finally came upon a sight I was all too familiar with. I saw the director, Mr. Godfrey, just staring at us because of the level of music blaring from Trey's car. Trey and I slowly got out while Mr. Godfrey looked us over.
"For heaven's sakes Jeff, it is great to see you again," Mr. Godfrey said with open arms.
I gave him a quick hug and turned to see Mrs. Godfrey coming out the door. Trey just watched again. "It's great to see you too," I replied and was greeted by Mrs. Godfrey then.
"Jeffrey, you look so nice and handsome. What brings you and your friend out?" Mrs. Godfrey said.
"Well... I was just wondering if you still had my records around. I met up with Mom today and she mentioned something about a trust fund," I said.
"I'll take a look see, Jeff, but I doubt we have anything about that. I would have told you when you left here for sure," Mr. Godfrey said. "I gave your Mom your address. I hope you didn't mind."
"It's fine," I said. "Oh this is Trey, my friend from college."
"Nice to meet you sir," Mrs. Godfrey said while Mr. Godfrey headed to his office. "Jeff, if you have a minute or two to spare, I know a bunch of kids that would be tickled to death to see you again."
"I guess so. You care Trey?" I asked.
"No, not at all," Trey said.
Mrs. Godfrey led the way but I knew my way around the place. I walked behind her and noticed very little had changed. "Most of the kids are out back playing," she said while we walked. "How's school going for you Jeff?"
"Actually very good," I replied and then spotted the kids out back on the tire swing and the older ones on the basketball court. The second one of the ones I knew spotted me, the group came running and mobbed me. It was weird seeing them again since they were all growing up. I looked around for Kevin, a younger one that I really liked. "Where's Kevin?" I asked.
"He's with a family this weekend. He'll be so disappointed he missed you. You should see how he's grown up," Mrs. Godfrey said.
I saw a lot of kids I remembered and sat down to talk to each one for I remember what it was like to have visitors. I looked for Trey and then spotted him near two younger boys with skateboards in their hands.
"Jeff, there you are. I think I might have found what you are looking for. It was in an old file tucked away in another office. I didn't even know it was there," Mr. Godfrey said and handed me an envelope.
"Thanks," I said and ripped open the envelope. Sure enough it had my name, the bank name and account number. I rubbed my eyes when I saw the initial figure of $35,000.00. I wanted to scream for joy but just tucked the piece of paper in my back pocket.
"Jeff, your friend must be a good guy. See those boys he's talking with. They came here last year and this is the first time they have ever spoken to a visitor," Mr. Godfrey said.
"He is a good person. I guess he's giving them some tips. Trey is great on a board," I said.
"He must be. It does me good to see those boys finally interact with someone. I was really worried about them," Mr. Godfrey said.
I walked over to Trey. He was talking to the two boys and giving them tricks to do and show them a few simple ones. A smile came on the two boys' faces who were both about 10 or 11, the same age I was when I came here. I just watched before nothing doing I had to push a girl on the swing. It really was good to be back and see their excitement towards us. After pushing her, I was escorted to play basketball with some of the boys while Trey continued to skate with the other two.
After playing basketball, I found Trey and wanted to show him the living quarters. I quickly found my old room and tears flowed down my cheeks. It still looked the same except for a new poster hanging on the wall of Tony Romo.
"Jeff, it's cool. I would be emotional too," Trey said and wiped the tears from my face.
We walked around a little more and everything was still the same. I was still quite emotional seeing my past right there before me. I realized now why this was my first trip back. It was hard seeing it again even though I was treated very well during my time here.
I saw two other ladies and a man who both gave me a big hug. I looked around until I spotted Mr. Godfrey to say goodbye.
"If you can hang around another hour, I'm sure we can feed you boys something to eat," Mr. Godfrey said.
"I really appreciate that," I said, "but we better be heading back to college."
"Okay, I'll tell them not to fix you boys a plate of lasagna then," Mr. Godfrey smiled, knowing it was my favorite.
"Trey, can we stay a little longer? Ms. Newton makes the best lasagna," I said.
"Sure bro, no problem," Trey said.
"I owe you big time," I said. "Mr. Godfrey, keep those plates ready. I guess we can stick around."
Trey and I went to find the kids who were now inside and watching TV in the living area. Two got up so we could have a place to sit while Mrs. Godfrey watched over us until time to eat. The lasagna was just how I remember it and was great as always. The kids were excited as ever to have us have supper with them.
I hated to say goodbye but knew it was time. Each of the 15 or so kids there at the time had to shake our hands before we left. Mr. and Mrs. Godfrey gave us both a nice hug before we headed to Trey's car to leave.
TO BE CONTINUED...