This story is a work of FICTION. The events described have only occurred in my mind. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental.
THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN HIGH SCHOOL AGE MALES. IT IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY! IF YOU FIND THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, OR IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR UNDER THE LEGAL AGE TO VIEW SUCH MATERIAL THEN PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.
This is my first attempt at at producing a story like this and any advise or comments you have would be most welcome. Send them to Rob at robertkelly@live.co.uk
Chapter one The New Kid
Chris Lewis was alone as always lying in his bed in his room staring out of the window. It was pretty basic. It had two single beds, a wardrobe and a couple of chest of drawers. He had a couple of posters of girls on the wall but nothing to revealing as it was against the rules. It was 6:00 am and the sun was just starting to show itself. The dim pink sunlight was coming in through the windows of St Paul's children's home and Chris had been staring out at the ever changing sky for the past hour.
He had spent nearly sixteen years in and out of children's homes and foster homes, and for the past year he had been staying here. He didn't mind it to much. Out of all the places he had stayed this probably had to be the best. There where a few dodgy characters that caused trouble and gave him a bit of bother from time to time, but you got that everywhere. Such is life. He got on well with the staff here, and there where a couple of boys his age he regarded as friends.
All in all Chris was a good kid. He kept himself to himself and stayed out of trouble. The reason he had to live here was not because of his behaviour, but because of his family, or lack of one. Chris had never known the love of a mother or father. His mother had died during labour due to complications of the womb and Chris was lucky to be alive although that's not the way he saw it sometimes.
He had never known who his father was and always had dreams of him coming to take him away where he could be happy and be loved. But that all came to an end a couple of years ago when social services managed to track him down. Chris found out that his dad was not the man he had imagined and that his life was ruled by drink and violence. His Dad told social services he knew nothing about Chris and wanted nothing to do with him and that was that. Chris hadn't heard anything from him since and had no intentions of tracking him down.
In two weeks it would be Chris's sixteenth birthday. Most kids his age would have been really excited, but for him it was just another day. He wasn't very materialistic. Christmases and birthdays just weren't the same without a mum and dad, especially when nearly every year you where living somewhere different where no one really cared about you. That's what he liked most about St Paul's. At least here the staff seemed to care about what they where doing and who they where looking after. He knew that Trish one of the workers there would probably spring a surprise party on him with a cake and everything, even though he had told them "I don't want a fuss, honestly I'm fine. It's just another day to me".
Trish had a bit of a soft spot for Chris. She felt sorry for him when she read his file and found out about his parents. Since he got here she had sort of taken him under her wing and looked out for him the best she could. She wasn't trying to be his mother or anything and the system stops care workers getting to close and emotionally attached to the kids they work with, but you could say she was like a big sister. A lot of the kids in there saw her that way. She was just one of those people who always had a smile on her face and could always cheer you up.
Chris often couldn't sleep and would find himself like this looking out his window at the stars and the clouds. Not really thinking, just starring off out into nowhere, enjoying the view. In fact he usually did this sort of thing to stop thinking. That was a problem he had, worrying. Worrying about stupid things most of the time like the people he had around him dieing the way his mum had. He couldn't stand it if he lost Trish, or if they moved him away again. She was the closest thing he had to family. He would also sometimes worry about never finding a girlfriend and becoming a lonely old man who everyone had forgotten. He acted so mature and tough but really underneath the exterior he was a scared little boy who needed to be loved.
He had been staring out the window now for well over an hour and had barely blinked. His eyes where starting to itch a bit so he got up pulled on some boxers and a t-shirt, grabbed a towel and headed off to the communal bathroom at the end of the hall. As he walked down the deserted corridor he noticed that the clock hung on the wall read 07:05 which meant the other kids wouldn't be getting up for about another hour which was good, he liked a long shower.
He got to the bathroom and locked the door behind him and hung his towel up. The first thing he done was what any lad needs to do first thing in the morning and took a long overdue piss. He felt relief as his bladder slowly emptied then he took off his boxers and t-shirt and hung them up with his towel.
He made his way over to the mirror and stared at himself. He wasn't a bad looking kid. He had some nice features about him. He needed a bit of a haircut but he had a cute face. He had a sort of natural tan all year round which really made his eyes stand out. They where a mixture of sort of bright blue and grey. They almost looked like they where changing colour in the light sometimes. He didn't really have much in the way of facial hair which was another worry of his as some of his mates seemed to be developing a bit faster and had already started shaving. He stroked his chin then look down south.
There was nothing wrong with him down there size wise but you know what young lads are like. Always paranoid and always wanting to compete and be the biggest and best (which was a problem for him because he felt short at 5 foot 7 when all his friends where hitting six foot, and he was of average build so nothing to boast about there). He took a few paces back so he could see what he looked like in the mirror. He spent a minute or so checking out his package which he decided was average enough and then got in the shower.
He switched the water on but didn't wait for it to heat up and just got under so that the cold water would wake him up a little. It was freezing and it took his breath away a little but it soon heated up and he was enjoying the warm water beating off his body. He got a bar of soap from the side and started washing himself. First under his arms, then his chest and stomach and slowly but surely he got down to his pubes then his cock.
The warm soapy water felt good down there and he pulled his foreskin back revealing a nice thick purple head which was quickly getting bigger and bigger as he cleaned himself. He was fully erect at a good six and a half inches when he dropped the soap and decided he had to pleasure himself.
He was stroking his cock back and forth faster and harder each time. The warm water felt so good and he was getting close to climax very quickly. He closed his eyes and tried to think of someone.
He was a virgin and hadn't really had much experience in that department so all he could think of was one of the girls in his posters. He leant against the wall of the shower. His hand was a blur now and he was deep in fantasy.
(She had just walked into his room completely naked. She had long blonde hair and the biggest most perfect tits you've ever seen. She was walking over to him and she was that close he could almost touch her). He was reaching his climax now and his legs where getting week as he thought about her. (She pushed him on the bed and ripped off his boxers). He was almost there now. ( She knelt in front of him with her thick luscious lips the tip of his cock just inches from his mouth). He couldn't last much longer. (She finally took his cock in her mouth for the first time). BANG, BANG, BANG!!!
"Hey mate are you gonna be much longer I really need a piss?"
Chris was that shocked at the sudden interruption he fell to the floor of the shower and banged his head on one of the pipes. "Shit" he whispered to himself
"yeah I'll be right out mate, just give me a minute".
A little pissed off and now with a throbbing lump on his head a sexually frustrated Chris turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed the towel he had hung up and wrapped it round himself hoping that it would be enough to hide the bulge that was slowly going down behind it. He grabbed his cloths and unlocked the door. He didn't even get a chance to get out when his friend Nathan pushed through.
" What took you so long? Fuck I need to piss"
he saw the obvious bulge behind Chris's towel and laughed.
"You know what mate I don't wanna know."
They both sort of laughed it off and Chris closed the door and went back to his room.
"Fuck me, my head hurts."
He said rubbing his head as he walked into his room. He closed the door behind him and noticed that there was a suitcase on the spare bed.
"What the ...?"
He quickly got dried and dressed and went downstairs to see Trish and to get some breakfast.
The house itself was set on the outskirts of a seaside town called Blackpool. The whole property had four floors to it. Including the basement. It was sort of like and old double fronted manor house that had been donated to some charity and then made into a children's home. The basement was used for food storage and all the laundry and stuff. The ground floor where everything happened consisted of a massive kitchen/dinner, a lounge, TV/games room, some offices for the care workers and a toilet at the end of the hall. The upper floors where all bedrooms for the kids and night staff and there was a bathroom on each floor. The gardens where massive too. Outside in the front there was a couple of benches, some trees and lots of grass. It had a gravel driveway and big old fashioned iron gates. In the back it was nothing short of huge. There where loads of trees and tones of space for football and all sorts of sports and games. It was really good in the summer when everyone was outside. They would play different games like rounder's and bulldog. Just to try and make it fun. that's why Chris liked it here. It felt more like a home rather than a prison for kids that can't behave.
When Chris got downstairs he spotted Trish with a new kid. It looked like she was showing him around. He seemed sad. His shoulders where hunched, and although Trish was pointing out the TV room, his eyes didn't leave the floor. Chris spotted Trish at then end of the hall and started walking faster to catch up with her.
"Trish?"
"Ah Chris, your up early..."
"You know me."
"Well this is good actually. Chris this is David. He's going to be your knew room mate. He's just arrived today. And he needs someone to sort of show him the ropes and get used to the place and I thought you where the perfect candidate."
"Oh...Ok then." He replied looking a bit unsure. "Nice to meet you David".
He put his hand out to greet him and for the first time David looked up.
David was a good looking lad. He was sixteen with short blonde hair long enough to spike up if he wanted. He was well tanned and had an athletic sort of build. He was obviously into sports of some kind and he was about the same Height as Chris give or take an inch. There was something wrong with him though. He was obviously good looking and if he would only smile it would probably do wonders for him, but there was no chance of that. He looked sad and empty. Something had happened to him, but what...
"You just gonna stand there all day and stare at me or are you going to shake my hand?"
Chris asked breaking the silence. David just turned around and walked away without saying anything.
"What's his problem?" Chris asked Trish.
"He'll come round, You know what it's like coming to a new place. He's just nervous. He's gonna be sharing with you if that's alright?"
Chris gave her a funny look.
"Come on Chris it will be fun for you to have a room mate."
"I suppose."
"Watch out for him wont you Chris? He's had a hard time of it and could use a new friend."
"Why what's happened to him?" "You know I can't give out personal information. He will talk when he's ready, but he really needs a friend just now."
"Ok I'll try my best."
Breakfast was strange that day. People kept staring and whispering about the new guy. Chris had sat opposite him at the table and said hello but David still hadn't said anything to anyone. Nathan eventually came in and sat beside Chris.
"Hey, you calmed down any since before." He laughed.
"Shut up." Chris said pushing him. They both laughed.
" Who's the new kid?" Nathan whispered
"His name is David but he wont talk to anyone"
"Why? What's up with him?"
"How would I know if he's not talking to me" "Good point. What's your plans for today then?" He asked in a much louder voice.
"Eh nothing really."
"God your so boring, you never want to do anything."
"Well what do you want to do then?"
"I don't know." They both laughed.
Chris and Nathan had been friends since Chris moved in. Like Chris, Nathan had been asked to show the new kid the ropes and look after him. They had just sort of hit it off and had been friends ever since. They had luckily been in the same class at school too so they where in each others company a lot. Now that they had both done there exams and where both going to be sixteen when the holidays where over. Neither of them would be going back.
They finished breakfast and where just chatting and joking around when Steven at the end of the table started shouting down to David.
Now if anyone was a complete opposite of Chris it was Steven. He was a big guy for his age and about 6 foot and he wasn't afraid to push his weight around. He is what you would call the "Jock" type. He was the bully of the house. Everywhere has one. Someone who likes to be in charge and intimidate people to get what they want, well today wasn't going to be any different.
"Hey you?...New kid?...Hey?... I'm talking to you dick head."
David just stood up and walked out. Everybody just sort of stared. "What an ignorant little fuck. What the fucks his problem?" Said Steven.
And with that the table slowly got back to normal, gossiping about the new kid.
"Do you think he's alright?" Nathan asked Chris.
"I don't know, he looked like he was about to cry. Come on."
And they both got up and left the dining room.
They caught a glimpse of David just going out of the main door and they followed him. He was sitting on the front steps when they caught up with him.
"Hey mate what's up?" Asked Nathan.
"I'm not your mate." He replied.
"Wow look at this Chris he can actually talk."
David stood up looking Nathan in the eyes, inches away from his face. Nathan wasn`t really that intimidated by the move and stood his ground. Nathan was a good looking guy but he had this sort of tough look going on and it would be quite understandable if people felt threatened by him. Chris knew better though. He was a big softy really.
"Look just leave me alone!" He shouted in Nathans face.
"Mate what's your problem? We're only trying to be nice." Said Chris.
"Yeah well I don't need people to be nice. What I need is...What I need is."
He started to cry, silent tears streaming down his face. It looked like he was struggling to talk, almost as if the words where in his head but he just couldn't say them out loud. Chris and Nathan shared an awkward glance. It was Nathan that spoke first. He put his hand on David's shoulder
"Look mate I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. Something inside David snapped... He pushed Nathan to the floor in one movement.
"Don't fucking touch me. Just leave me alone."
He stormed back into the house and left Nathan and Chris shocked.
"He's a fucking nutcase" said Nathan.
" Yeah and I've got to share a room with him." They both looked at each other and laughed.