Albert arrives at his new home after being taken away from Heather and the Benson's Farm. His new foster parents are The Johnson's, Richard and Charlotte. He is an over-the-road trucker, and she is a teacher. Read how Albert adjusts to his new life.
I was at the state home for four long days. It is amazing how fast you get accustomed to something. I had never before had to work, I had never before had responsibilities, I had never before had a family that cared about me, until the Benson’s.
The food at the state home was awful and a long cry from the spread that Mrs. B and the girls prepared every night. The bed was hard, and instead of one room mate, I had five. The showers were far from being private.
In the showers, there were dozens of shower heads coming out of the wall. At night, dozens of guys of all ages lined up and showered. Showers were always an adventure. Luckily, due to my size, I never had a problem. However, some of the smaller built guys were bullied by the bigger ones. Several times, some of them were taken advantage of.
Once, I witnessed one wimpy white guy forced to suck a bigger black guy’s penis before he would allow him access to a shower. He dropped to his knees and gulped it down like he was a pro. I only watched for a second. Seeing this made me remember the times that Heather and Trudy had taken my penis into their mouths. The memories would get me aroused. I did not want them to see me hard so I would turn my back to them.
The showers were not the only place where there was mischief. Every night when the lights went out and the place was dark. I could hear a bed squeaking in our room. The bed would squeak, I would hear grunting and hard breathing. After a while I would hear a moan of relief and then a few minutes later it would be silent. I tried to figure out where and who the sounds were coming from, but I was never able to figure it out.
To say I was in need of an eruption, would be an understatement. I had become accustomed to being serviced by the hand or mouth of two young ladies, and after the four days, my balls were in need of release. I was getting really close to trying the mouth or hand of one of the guys, but before I hit that weak point, my case worker showed up.
My case worker was Mrs. Ellen Rich. She was an older lady. She was a pleasant sight. She had me summons to one of the conference rooms at the home. I was escorted to the room by one of the workers at the home. I walked in and sat at the table and awaited her to enter.
Mrs. Rich walked in wearing a consevative dress suit. She was carrying a bag that was stuffed with files. She placed the bag on the table and pulled out a file folder and opened it up. She read through the papers. While reading I watched her facial expressions.
At first the look on her face was pity. I assumed she was reading the part of my file where I was a mixed bastard child of a meth addict. Then her eyebrows rose as she read that I had overcome my ADHD to become a straight A student, even with changing schools every few months.
Her facial expression changed to disgrace and disbelief. She had to be reading that I had impregnated my former foster mom. I had caused my foster dad to kidnap my foster sister, and leave his marriage of twenty years. She must have been reading how my foster sister and I had been found by state officials in a bedroom in the barn, naked and in each other's arms.
“Well,” she began. “You have had some kind of life. All this information is mind blowing and due to your previous situation, it has been hard finding a place for you. However, we have found a home for you.”
I leaned back in my chair and waited for her to inform me of my new, temporary home. As she read my file, I had undressed her in my imagination. I imagined her to have large, sagging breast. I would bet her nipples were long, and that she loved for them to be sucked. She had thick thighs and I imagined her hairy cunny was wet from reading about my discretions.
“ The Johnson’s is a family in the city. They have a daughter in college and since she has left home, they have opened their home up to one. Mr. Johnson is a truck driver and Mrs. Johnson is a teacher. You will attend her school. We have you enrolled and you will be placed in classes that will challenge your intellect. You will be the Johnson’s first foster, so please be on your best behavior.”
I smiled and nodded.
She packed my file back into her bag about the time the home worker brought my personal stuff into the room. It was a shame that all of my possessions fit in a plastic shopping bag. I picked up the bag and followed Mrs. Rich. I could not help but to think how nice it would be to run my penis between her thick thighs.
I felt embarrassed at myself. Until the Benson Farm, I had only known the scientific meaning of sex. It was there that I lost my virginity and fertilized a woman all at the same time. The activities we had done on the farm were not normal, however those activities had changed me.
As I sat in the back seat of Mrs. Rich’s car, I thought about Heather. I wondered where she had ended up. She would make someone a good daughter, and I hoped that she would be placed somewhere she was happy. I remembered our last time together and how I longed to be with her again.
The drive to the Johnson home was about an hour and a half from the State Home. We entered the city at the peak of rush hour, so that added another hour to our drive. Mrs. Rich did not speak a word the whole trip. She had made and received several phone calls about different cases along the way.
The Johnson’s lived in the middle of the city. They lived on a street where all the houses were cookie cutter similar. Large two story townhouses stacked side by side. Each was brick with doorsteps that led down to the sidewalk. The only differences in the houses were the numbers on the door post. It was the total opposite of the ample space I had come accustomed to on the Farm.
Mrs. Rich pulled in front of the Johnson’s home. A middle-aged couple was standing on the top step, and as we stopped, they excitedly walked toward the car. Mr. Rich was a big man. He was dark with a shaved head. He looked like he was over six feet tall and when he shook my hand, his large hand enveloped mine like it wasn't even there. I am not sure if he meant to or not, but his grip felt like it was crushing every bone in my hand.
Mrs. Johnson was a light skinned woman. She was very pretty, and I imagined that in her day, she had been a knockout. She was dressed in a business, pants suit. She wore blue pants, a matching blue jacket, and a white blouse made out of some type of sheer material. What I noticed was her feet. Her toe nails were painted a light pink color. Her fingernails were the same color. Mrs. Benson nor either of the other two had the luxuries of getting their nails done on the farm.
Mrs. Rich went inside with the Johnson’s and I followed close behind. Mr. Johnson showed me to my room and told me to make myself at home while the adults finalized everything. He walked out of the room and went into the dining room where his wife and my case worker were.
I looked around the room. It looked like the Johnson’s had attempted to transform the room from a girls room to a guy’s. There were posters of famous sports stars, there was a video game console, and an assortment of sport balls in the corner. Unfortunately, they had not had time, or in some way failed to take down the tasseled curtains and window shams. I sat on the bed and waited.
Mrs. Rich walked to the door of the room. She looked around. She too noticed the tassels and she chuckled a bit.
“Albert, I am leaving now. The Johnson’s have my number and if there is a problem, do not hesitate to call. I will be by to check on you,” and with that she was gone.
I knew she meant well, but I also knew I would not see her again unless she was coming to take me to another home. With my track record, that would be a couple weeks to a month. I sat staring at the wall when Mrs. Johnson walked in. She had removed her shoes but was still dressed in her business suit.
She sat beside me on the bed and placed a hand on my leg. I turned my head to look at her, and then down at her hand. She must have thought I didn’t like it there, because she quickly moved it.
“Albert, I want you to feel at home here. Richard and I have been alone for a couple months. We missed having someone around. We do not expect you to call us Mom or Dad, but we hope that one day you may feel compelled to do so.”
I just stared at her with a blank look. I have never called anyone mom or dad. In my whole life I had not stayed anywhere long enough to get that bond, and as much as I hated to tell her, I didn't look to be there long enough either.
As I looked at her I could not help but to notice her cleavage. She was dressed like a professional, but the hint of cleavage reminded everyone that she was still a woman. Her lips were full and her teeth were perfect. I thought of several things that I would have liked to do to her, and none of them were very motherly.
“We didn’t know what you liked so we picked up a little of everything that boys your age like,” she said as she pointed to the console and the balls sitting in the corner. She stood up, “We are going out for dinner, with all the preparations, I didn’t have time to cook. Hopefully you like Longhorns, Richard loves steak.”
She walked toward the door, “If you would like to change, there are some clothes in the closet. Your bathroom is across the hall, everything you should need is in there. We will be leaving in about an hour,” she pulled the door closed behind her.
I got up and went to the closet. I picked out a shirt and a pair of jeans. I went to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. There were unopened packs of boxers, briefs and boxer briefs. I had never heard of boxer briefs before. Standard issue for the home was boxers, so that was all I had ever worn. I thought I would try something different so I chose the boxer briefs. I have to say, the Johnson’s were trying, maybe too hard.
I walked across the hall to the bathroom and started the water. I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I had not had time to really pay attention to myself in a while. As I looked at myself, I could not remember ever seeing a mirror at the farm.
My hair was bushy, and needed to be cut. My chest and abs had become more defined than I remembered. The hair around my penis was vast. I ran my fingers through it. I did not remember having so much, and it trailed to my anus as well.
I opened the medicine cabinet. Inside it was shampoo, soap, deodorant, shaving cream and a razor. I took the shampoo and soap and climbed in the shower. I washed and while washing I decided to shave around my penis. I stepped out of the shower to get the razor, and before I could get back in the shower, the door opened.
It was Mrs. Johnson. She was as shocked as I was. I just looked at her with a frightened look. Her mouth opened and her hand moved across her eyes.
“I am sorry, Albert, I thought you were inside the shower. I was making sure you found everything,” and she shut the door quickly.
I climbed back in the shower and lathered the soap over my pelvic area. After I started shaving, I thought that a set of clippers would have worked a lot better. The razor pulled the pubic hair more than it cut it. However, I couldn’t stop because I already had a bald streak down the middle of my pubes.
Once I was done, I washed all the hair down the drain. The razor left a burning in my pubic region, so when I got out of the shower, I searched for some lotion. I found some and squeezed an ample amount in my hand and applied the lotion where I had just shaved.
I rubbed the lotion over my scrotum, and it shot a bolt of electricity through my body and my penis began to harden. I squeezed some more lotion in my hand and wrapped my fingers around my shaft. I did to myself what Heather and Trudy had done to me. I stroked my hand up and down, and it felt almost as good as them doing it.
I tightened my grip and quickened my strokes. I closed my eyes, my mind took me back to the last night I spent with Heather. In my mind, my hand was her tight vagina. She was milking me. Her perky breasts in my face as she held me close. I could smell her arousing aroma. I felt my balls tighten and felt the pressure building.
I stroked harder, just like Heather had quickened her strides as she felt my penis swell inside her. I tried hard to restrain from moaning as the pressure built deep in my gut. My toes curled off the warm tiled floor of the bathroom. I quickly stood and erupted in the tub. Ropes and ropes of gunk shot from my penis into the tub.
My legs were weak and I stumbled back against the bathroom counter. I had never jacked myself off before. I felt light headed and dizzy. My penis convulsed a couple of times and then began to shrink. I slowly turned and washed the excess gunk from my hand, along with the remnants of the lotion.
I was dressed, except for my shoes when I exited the bathroom. I walked across to my room. I still had a few minutes before we were to leave. I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. I was not used to having such a luxury. The Benson’s didn't own a television, and at my previous homes, there were so many other kids, that I just never found interest in watching.
After flipping through all the channels, I turned the TV off and looked through the video games. I had never played any type of video game. I remember hearing kids at school talk about them, but again, it was a luxury that I had no interest in.
Finally Mr. Johnson came to the door and told me they were ready. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a button up shirt. Mrs. Johnson had changed from her work attire and had replaced it with a pair of jeans and a nice blouse. I noticed, as I followed her out the door, that her jeans hugged her buttocks nicely.
The restaurant was packed, being it was a Friday night. The Johnson’s and I talked and got to know each other better. They talked about their daughter, Samantha. They told me about their jobs and how Mr. Johnson was gone four to five nights a week, and that Mrs. Johnson had applied for an assistant principal position at the school I would be attending.
She talked in length about the school and the sports and other extracurricular activities that they offered. They both told me that they wanted me to be active in school. Apparently Samantha had been a cheerleader and had also played basketball. I told them I had never had the opportunity and had never been interested in sports, but I promised to give it a try.
The rest of the weekend was mainly the three of us getting to know each other. Mr. Johnson took me to a department store and bought me some new clothes. They had purchased clothes before I arrived, but he wanted me to get a few outfits that I liked. He showed me how to play a couple video games, helped me set up my own personal account on the console, my own email address and gave me my own cell phone. He said it would help them keep up with me while at school and other activities.
Monday morning arrived. Mr. Johnson had already hit the road before I got up to get ready for school. It was the first day of the school year. I stroked my penis to an eruption while in the shower. This had become a normal thing for me. Stroking relaxed me and it also bridled the sexual thoughts that flooded my mind.
After my shower, I dressed, ate breakfast and Mrs. Johnson and I headed to school. For the first time in my life, I was allowed to ride in the front seat of her car. We talked and laughed on the thirty minute drive to school. She told me about my teachers and what to expect from some of my potential classmates. She had worked my schedule in a way to make sure I had some of her favorite students in class with me.
School was okay. I went into classroom after classroom. The teachers seemed pleasant and everyone seemed to welcome me to the school. A couple of guys volunteered to show me around and serve as ambassadors of the school to help me fit in. Jimmy and Robbie educated me on who the “in” groups were and the people to avoid. They pointed out the popular girls and the girls with bad reputations.
One of the girls that they had labeled with a bad reputation had already caught my eye. She had been in my first period class. She had answered here after the teacher had called the name Dana. She was dark skinned and something about her made my penis twitch. She wore a t-shirt that looked to be a size or two too small. It was tight, especially across the chest. Her ample breasts spilled out of the V she had cut in the neck of the shirt. The jeans she had on, looked as if someone had melted her and poured her in. They were so tight that the outline of her plump vigina lips were clearly visible.
She and I had exchanged a long glance. It was as if we were both checking each other out. At lunch she walked by our table and we made eye contact again. We locked eyes and only broke when she turned and sat at a table down from us. Jimmy and Robbie warned me that she was bad news, but I could not stop looking her way.
The only females that I had seen naked were white. There was something about this dark skinned beauty that made me want to be between her legs. Whether it was that she came off as easy, or if it was the fact she was smoking hot, I didn’t know, I just knew that I wanted her.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Mrs. Johnson drove us home. I read some information from my textbooks while she prepared dinner. We ate and I excused myself to take a shower. While in the shower, for the first time Heather was the image in my head while I stroked. I imagined Dana on her knees in front of me. Her full lips had enveloped my penis and my hands were on her braids and I was feeding her my erect penis. I erupted and my gunk washed down the drain.
Nothing really happened the rest of the week. I got into the routine, and if one had not known any different, they would have believed I had been going to that school all my life. Jimmy and Robbie had talked me into joining the football team. I had and in the afternoons, they worked to help me learn the fundamentals so when practice began, I was not lost.
The following week, football practice started. Every afternoon, after school, we practiced until 6 pm. After practice, we would shower and change back into our school clothes. Mrs. Johnson would be waiting in the parking lot for me when it was time to go.
The showers in the gym reminded me a lot of the ones at the State Home, except there were short walls between each shower head that allowed a little privacy. It did not take long before I was branded the nickname “Bull”. The guys on the team joked that my penis and balls hung like brahma bulls, and it was not much longer that word spread of my endowment. Girls looked at me differently and many of the “bad” girls started showing me attention.
Practice went well and I earned the spot of second string quarterback and first string inside linebacker. I wore number 14 on my jersey because that was the number Samantha had worn when she played basketball. In the first game, I made four solo tackles, a sack on the quarterback and recovered a fumble. We won our first game 14-6. After the game I was invited to a victory party. Mrs. Johnson said I could go, I agreed to text her when I was ready to leave.
At the party, some of the team drank beer. They offered me some, but I declined. I knew addiction was in my family, and I did not want to take a chance. I mingled with folks and met a few people who were either older or younger than I was that were not in any of my classes.
I was talking to a cute hispanic girl when I saw Dana walk past the bonfire. She had a red solo cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She spotted me about the same time I saw her. Our eyes locked. She took a draw off her cigarette and motioned me her way. I politely excused myself from my previous conversation and slowly made my way to her. When I approached her I smiled.
She made no acknowledgement of my smile. She just looked at me with her dark brown eyes. She took another draw and tossed her butt into the fire. She took a sip from her cup.
“Is it true what they say about you?” she asked in a husky voice.
“I am not sure what you are talking about,” I replied innocently.
“They call you Bull because you gotta big cock, right?”
“I guess so, I don’t really know.”
“Follow me,” she instructed, drinking the remaining content of her cup.
I followed her away from the fire, toward the area where the cars were parked. She ducked behind an SUV and stopped. She reached and pushed the gym shorts and boxer briefs I was wearing to my knees, and went to her knees.
“Impressive,” she said examining my penis. “I have had bigger,” she said right before she took my hardening cock between her lips.
Just like in my stroking dream, I placed my hands on her braided hair and began to slowly pump my penis in and out of her mouth. She took as much as she could and I felt the tip touch the back of her throat. She didn’t gag. She continued working her mouth back and forth until her nose touched my lower abdomen. No one had ever taken all of it, and I almost erupted. She squeezed my shaft and balls and it seemed to dam up the eruption.
She pulled off my penis and stood up. She reached into her shirt and pulled out a condom from her bra strap. She handed the condom to me while she raised up her skirt and turned around.
I rolled the condom onto my penis and looked up. Dana was bent over the hood of a car with her legs spread and looking back at me. My eyes focused on the pink slit surrounded by plump dark lips.
“You gonna fuck it or just stare at it?” Dana broke my trance.
I lifted my jeans up enough so that I would not trip and moved my way closer. I took my penis in my hand and guided it toward the pink slit. I rubbed the head up and down to lubricate, and pushed the head in, opening the pinkness.
I placed my hands on Dana’s hips and slowly pushed inside her. I was amazed at how easily it went in. Once I was in I slowly pulled out and pushed back. I slowly began stroking my penis in and out of her pink cunny.
“I ain’t got all day. C’mon and fuck me,” she commanded.
That was a first for me. I gripped her dark hips and began to forcefully fuck her. My pelvic area was slapping against her bubbly ass. After a couple minutes I felt her in rythm with me. She was backing her cunny against me as I pushed into her. I was going deeper than I ever had.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, that is it bull. Fuck me just like that. Give me all that cock. Oh you son of a bitch, you making me CUM!”
The words that came out of her mouth were driving me insane. It was like she was a cheerleader cheering her team to victory. I felt her cunny tighten around my penis and all of a sudden she was twice as wet as she was before.
Her movements and her language quickly pushed me over the edge. I felt the tingling in my balls and the pressure deep inside my gut. I was about to erupt so I fucked her harder and faster. Just at the right time, I pushed all the way in and erupted inside the condom.
My knees grew weak as my penis filled the tight condom. I stepped back and almost stumbled. Before I could regain my composure and get the condom off my deflating penis, Dana had stood up and readjusted her skirt and was walking away.
I stood there dumbfounded. I felt so used. There was no passion, not even a kiss. It was more like a “Wham Bam, Thank you Ma’am”.
I peeled off the condom and let it fall to the ground. I pulled my pants back up and went back to the party. I tried to mingle, but my heart was broken and confused, so I sent Mrs. Johnson a text and asked her to come get me.
I was waiting beside the road when the Johnson’s car pulled up. To my surprise, it was Mr. Johnson in the driver’s seat. I opened the door and got in.
We had not gone very far and Mr. Johnson began to sniff around the car. He acted like he smelled something bad. I began to sniff as well, but I could not smell anything. I looked in the backseat, thinking something may be back there, but there was nothing but an empty seat.
“Albert, what did you get into at that party?” He finally asked.
“What do you mean, sir?”
“You smell like you have been rolling around in a tuna can that has been left out in the sun for three day,” he said with a laugh.
I felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my face. I was so embarrassed for Mr. Johnson to know or think he knew what I had been up to. He must have sensed my embarrassment.
“I shouldn’t be surprised that a good looking guy like you would be popular with the ladies. You just have to be careful. There are some good girls around here, but there also some that are not so good. I know you are feeling your way around, the only advice I am going to give you is make sure you wear a condom, no matter who you are with. First you don’t need a baby, and second, someone could give you something Ajax won't wash off.”
“When we get home, go straight to the shower and wash that stank off you. You don't want Charlotte asking questions.”
I nodded.
When we got home, I went straight to the shower as I was told. When I finished, I went to bed. Mrs. Johnson came into my room and asked how the party was. I told her fine. She stood there as if she was waiting for me to say something else, but I didn’t so she left.
Saturday and Sunday were not too eventful. I hung out with Jimmy and Robbie. I did not breathe a word to either of them about what happened with Dana. I was still a little butt hurt about all that. I wished that I would never have to see her again.
Monday, that wish did not come true. The first person I saw when I got out of the car was Dana. She walked by me and didn't say a word. It was like she didn't even know me. I had my penis inside her, and she acted like I was a stranger. I tried to pass it off like it didn't bother me, but it did.
The next couple of months went by with nothing exciting happening. I continued to grow closer to the Johnson’s and we began to be a normal family. Football became my outlet. All the frustrations from my life, from my birth mom’s death due to drugs, to my holy grandfather denying me, to being tossed from place to place, all that I released while on the field. Our team made it to the state quarter-finals but lost a heartbreaking loss by a missed extra point.
The Christmas break was coming. I was somewhat excited. Samantha was coming home. I had never met her in person. I could not remember a Christmas in which I was not in a group home, so the thought of actually having a family Christmas had me anxious.
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