Published: 5 Nov 2020
“You look much better than the last time I was here,” Mrs. Grubb the social worker said during her visit. “I guess you have adjusted to this new living arrangement?” she asked, studying Devyn’s face.
“Yeah,” Devyn said. “I am learning a lot from Joe.”
“So, you and he get along?” she asked.
“Joe is amazing,” Devyn said honestly. In the short time he had been there, he had grown more attached to Joe than he could remember being to anyone. The only person he might have had a stronger connection with was Brent.
“No problems with Joe?” she asked.
“No, he is great,” Devyn said. “He is patient and supportive. He’s helped me deal with everything.”
“We got your school records,” she said as she started flipping through the folder. “It looks like you got an incomplete for your last semester. It looks like before that you had good grades. Looks like it was mostly ‘A’s.” Her voice sounded a little surprised that Devyn would have good grades.
“I was doing alright,” Devyn said, trying not to sound too annoyed with her, “until I lost a place to live.”
“I’ll leave a copy of your school records with Joe,” she said. “They will probably make you take some of these classes over.” She paused studying his face. “Part of your probation was to go to drug counselling. I wanted to give you time to settle in here and I think you have done that. I have found a counselor that has a weekly group session. I think it will be a good solution for you.
“I don’t really think I need to go to drug counseling,” Devyn said. “I have dealt with it.”
She looked over her glasses at him. Her skepticism, evident on her face. “It isn’t optional,” she said. “It is part of your probation. You will have to attend all the appointments. They will be sending me a report of your progress.”
“Sure,” Devyn said. They talked more before she went to talk to Joe.
Devyn went out to the porch with Barkley while she met with Joe. He sat on the swing and scratched the dog’s ears. Barkley pushed his big head against Devyn’s scratching fingers. The dog loved having his ears rubbed.
“I never get to make my own decisions anymore,” Devyn told the dog. “I gave that up to Tom and now I just can’t seem to get back any control.”
The last time he had any control in his life was when he and Brent were planning their first real sexual activity other than just masturbating each other. They had been in Brent’s bedroom studying. It had been shortly after the event at the construction site. Devyn could remember it clearly. He could still feel Brent sitting there next to him. He could still hear the other boy’s voice.
“Wow,” Brent said as he listened to Devyn tell him about what had happened at the construction site. “I can’t believe your Dad attacked Matt like that.”
“Me either,” Devyn said. “It was actually scary. I thought Dad was really going to hurt him. I don’t know what would have happened if my Dad hadn’t snapped out of his rage.”
“Well, it is a good thing he did,” Brent said.
“Yeah, I just have to accept that I will never be able to tell him that his son is a perverted queer,” Devyn said.
Brent and Devyn were in Brent’s room sitting on the bed. Their backs against the headboard as they sat their side by side. Brent’s hand slowly rubbing up and down Devyn’s thigh.
“You’re just a little perverted,” Brent said, giving Devyn’s leg a squeeze.
“Gee, thanks!” Devyn responded.
Devyn smiled at his friend. He knew that Brent was just teasing him. It kind of reminded him of how Matt and Bryan had been with each other. He wanted what the two of them had. He wanted that sort of relationship and he wanted it with Brent.
“Plus, I like you just as you are,” Brent said. “We can just be perverted together.”
Devyn turned toward his friend and moved closer. His lips found Brent’s and they kissed. Brent’s hand moved from Devyn’s leg to slide around his friend. The kiss broke, but their arms stayed around each other. Their hands sliding slowly up and down each other’s backs.
With his mouth next to Devyn’s ear, Brent said “You said you and Matt were talking about being gay. Does that mean, um…, I mean did you learn anything?”
“Yeah, I learned a lot,” Devyn said. He pulled back from Brent and looked into his friend’s blue eyes. Devyn’s hands were on Brent’s shoulders and Brent’s hands were on Devyn’s upper arms. “Matt was straight forward about it all,” Devyn said. “He gave me some pointers to help make it easier on us the first time. I mean that is if you want to try some of the stuff we saw on the internet?”
“I think you know better than to have to ask,” Brent said. “We have both been thinking about it a whole lot.”
Devyn and Brent both blushed slightly as they each thought about the daydreams they had been having about the other. Each boy had spent a great deal of time fantasizing about what they could do together.
“Do you want to try it?” Devyn asked Brent.
“Devyn, my Mom will be home any minute,” Brent said. His voice sounded a little annoyed with Devyn for suggesting they try doing it now.
“Not now dummy,” Devyn said, kissing Brent’s lips so the guy would know he was just teasing with the dummy remark. “The next time one of us has a place to ourselves.”
“Do you have everything we will need?” Brent asked his body and mind interested in the idea.
“Well,” Devyn said, “you can snag a couple of condoms from your Dad’s stash and I think I can find something to use as a lubricant.”
“Cool, so which one of us will do what?” Brent asked.
“I, um don’t know,” Devyn said. “We can decide that when we get the chance to actually go through with it.”
“I can’t wait,” Brent said. Brent’s hands slid back around behind Devyn and pulled him back in for another deep kiss.
“Me either,” Devyn said after the kiss broke. “I think this is going to be the best year of our life.”
The two kissed again; any thought of studying, gone from their minds, as the books fell from the bed and the two stretched out, their bodies pressed tightly together. Their lips and tongues were pressed tight.
Devyn was on top of Brent. Brent’s arms were around Devyn, holding the boy tight as they were kissing. Brent’s hands slid up Devyn’s shirt feeling the teen’s soft skin. Brent’s lips parted allowing Devyn’s tongue inside.
Devyn’s pants felt tight around his throbbing erection. He loved the feeling of Brent holding him like this. He loved the touch of the other boy’s hands on his bare skin. He slid his tongue into Brent’s mouth. Devyn thrust his pelvis against Brent. He heard the other boy moan in pleasure, as their bodies ground together, there on Brent’s bed.
The kiss broke and the two were looking into each other’s eyes. Brent marveled at the golden flecks that looked like they were swirling inside Devyn’s eyes. Brent’s hands had slid down from the smooth skin of Devyn’s back, to squeeze the firm buns inside the jeans Devyn was wearing.
“I wish we had more time,” Devyn said.
“Me too,” Brent said. “But my Mom will be back any minute.”
“I know,” Devyn said. He kissed Brent’s inviting lips again. Devyn then lifted himself up. He reached between Brent’s legs and massaged the hard piece of teen flesh.
“Oh,” Brent moaned, in the pleasure Devyn’s touch could give him.
“Do you think you want to try and jerk off?” Devyn asked even as his fingers were opening Brent’s pants.
“Oh man Devyn,” Brent moaned as Devyn fished the blond’s cock out and began stroking him. His hand squeezed the other boy while stroking him. Devyn’s thumb rubbed Brent’s sensitive head. Brent was already leaking precum and Devyn smeared it around the pink head of Brent’s cock. Brent moaned with the pleasure Devyn was giving him. Devyn pushed up Brent’s shirt so he could kiss the bare skin of Brent’s chest. Finding Brent’s pink little nipple Devyn begins kissing it. Then he is licking it and sucking on it.
“Oh, Devyn I’m going to,” Brent could not finish the statement as his cock began shooting his load. Jet after jet shooting from Brent’s cock and splattering on the boy’s stomach. “Oh wow,” Brent breathed.
“Awesome,” Devyn said, looking at the large pool of teenage jizz on Brent’s flat belly.
“That feels so good when you do that,” Brent said. “it feels better than when I do it.”
“I don’t know,” Devyn said. “I think it feels really good when you do it to me.”
“Take it out and I’ll show you,” Brent said.
Devyn scooted up in the bed and opened his pants. He pulled out his erect cock and let Brent take hold of it. The blond boy began stroking him. It felt so good having Brent’s hand around him. Brent’s fist was stroking him fast and squeezing him tight.
Brent knew they did not have much time so he was stroking Devyn quickly. His thumb was rubbing the sensitive head of Devyn’s cock. Brent was smearing the pre cum all around that sensitive head. He could hear Devyn gasping as the teenager was growing closer to his climax.
“Oh yes,” Devyn moaned. He looked down at Brent stroking him. He watched the other boy for a moment. Brent’s hand was stroking Devyn’s cock fast and hard. Brent was still on the bed with his shirt pulled up exposing his chest and the flat belly still covered in Brent’s load. Brent’s semi-erect penis is nestled in his soft blonde pubic patch. There is still a little cum leaking from the head into Brent’s blonde curls.
“I’m close,” Devyn said.
Brent could feel the cock swelling a bit more as Devyn was starting his climax. He felt the cock jumping in his grasp as the first jet was firing from the head and splattering onto Brent’s stomach.
“Oh, oh,” Devyn moaned as he rode the wave of pleasure Brent’s hand was giving him.
Brent could feel the first strands of Devyn’s load hitting his bare skin. There was something sensual about having his best friends cum on his bare skin.
“Oh man,” Devyn breathed as the wave of pleasure washed through his body.
“Wow you shoot a lot,” Brent said. He had not noticed before but now that the cum was covering his belly he could tell that Devyn shot more than he did.
“Some of this is yours,” Devyn said running a finger around in the cum on Brent’s belly.
“That tickles,” Brent said giggling.
Moving his cum coated fingertip up to Brent’s chest, Devyn started smearing the sticky fluid across Brent’s left nipple. He then coated his finger a second time and was rubbing it across Brent’s right nipple. Devyn could feel the pink nubs growing erect as he teased them.
“You are going to make me hard again,” Brent said, feeling his cock already starting to respond to Devyn’s touch.
Moving in closer, but being careful not to get the cum on his clothes, Devyn kissed Brent again. “I can’t wait until we get the chance to do more than just jerk each other off,” Devyn said.
“Me too,” Brent said. “Now I better get cleaned up.
Devyn’s mind was pulled back to the present by the sound of the door and the shoes on the wooden planks of the porch.
“I’ll see you both in a month,” Mrs. Grubb said as she was walking across the porch. “I had better see that you attended those drug abuse sessions.”
“He will,” Joe said.
Joe sat on the swing next to Devyn. He watched as the social worker drove down the hill. “Are you alright?” Joe asked.
“Yeah,” Devyn said. “She left me here and every time she visits, I have a fear that she will take me back to jail or something.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” Joe said. “Do you want to tell me why you don’t want to go to the drug counseling sessions?”
“I don’t really need them,” Devyn said. “It was only a problem because of Tom. It is a waste of time.”
“It might be good for you to talk to other people with an addiction problem,” Joe said.
“I’m not addicted,” Devyn snapped. Then in a calmer voice he said. “I am not using and don’t need the classes.”
“You might be right that it was just having them forced on you,” Joe said. “But it isn’t going to hurt to go to the therapy. You might find it helpful.”
“I won’t,” Devyn said, his voice hard.
Joe could hear the anger in the teenager’s voice. “You know I am on your side,” Joe said and placed his hand on Devyn’s.
“Thanks,” Devyn said and felt his stomach flip at the physical contact. That had started happening more and more when Joe would touch him. “Sorry if I was a little sharp. I just think it will be a waste of time.”
Reluctantly Devyn went to the therapy sessions. They were not as bad as he thought they would be. He was worried that it would be all older people but some were the same age as he was. The group sessions were the most interesting. No one had a story quite like Devyn’s but hearing from the other people in the group made him feel not quite so alone.
Between working on the farm and the therapy sessions, the summer was flying by for Devyn. It seemed that he was learning and experiencing a better way of life. Joe’s work ethic kept them both busy. It did not give Devyn much time to think about his past or his problems. Most of the time, they did not leave the farm. They went into town to do the grocery shopping or pick up farm supplies, but most of the time was spent on the farm with just the two of them. Joe had encouraged him to hang out with some of the neighbor kids, but Devyn was not interested in doing that. He hated to be away from Joe. He felt uneasy when Joe was not there. In some ways Joe had not only replaced his Mom and Dad, but he had also replaced the addiction to the drugs that Tom had given him.
The other part that Devyn was trying to deal with in his relationship with Joe, was the sexual feelings he had for the man. He knew that he should not be having sexual feelings for Joe but he could not stop them. Living with the man and seeing him around in various stages of undress, he could not stop his body from responding.
Joe had repeatedly stated that he never expected anything sexual from Devyn but Devyn had a hope that the man would change his mind. He hoped that maybe Joe would come to love him as much as Devyn was starting to love Joe.
Joe and Devyn had just finished supper and Devyn was washing the dishes. Their arrangement had become that Joe would cook, but Devyn had to do all the cleanup. It seemed to be an even enough arrangement. “You know,” Joe said as he watched Devyn from the kitchen table. Devyn was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts. Devyn often changed when they came in from work. It was not practical to wear shorts when working on the farm, so Devyn would change when they would be in the house or just working around the yard. “School will be starting soon.”
Devyn had been dreading this. He already knew that Joe had his school records from Mrs. Grubb. “I, um, hadn’t thought about it,” Devyn said. In fact, he had thought about it and he knew he did not want to go.
“We can go in next week and get you registered,” Joe said. “We could then go shopping and pick you up whatever school stuff you need.”
“Um, sure,” Devyn said.
“We could also get you some new clothes,” Joe offered. He had seen the teenager tense up when he had mentioned school.
“Did you look at the records Mrs. Grubb left?” Devyn asked.
“I saw you got some incompletes,” Joe said. “That is not a surprise.”
“Yeah, I didn’t do so well, that last semester.”
“But before that your grades looked good,” Joe said.
“They were alright,” Devyn said. “Um, you know I could just drop out.” Devyn did not turn to look at Joe. He did not want Joe to see his feelings that were plain in his eyes. The fear and panic were almost overwhelming.
“No, you need a high school diploma,” Joe said. “Then you will go on to college.”
“I could help you with the farm work,” Devyn said. “I don’t really need school for that.”
“You are too young to drop out,” Joe said.
“If I have to retake everything,” Devyn began, “I’ll be behind my grade level. I’ll be a sophomore in a lot of classes with Freshmen.”
“You are smart,” Joe said. “If you want to graduate on time, I’m sure we can make that happen.”
“Dropping out sounds easier,” Devyn said.
“In the short term maybe,” Joe said, “but in the long term it makes life harder. It will make college easier.”
“Did you go to college?” Devyn said, turning after he placed the last dish in the drainer to dry.
“What I did or didn’t do doesn’t matter,” Joe said. “But you should go to college.”
“I would rather just work the farm with you,” he said. “There is so much to do and I can help you.”
“Well, we can talk about college later,” Joe said. “I hope you will change your mind.”
“Joe,” Devyn said softly.
“Yeah?” Joe said looking at Devyn. He could not believe how much better the kid looked than just a few months ago. His skin was tan and healthy looking. He had added weight but was still slender. His arms and chest showed some definition. He was going to have the girls checking him out.
“Um, I, um, am a little worried about school,” Devyn said. “I mean what will they know?”
“Only what we tell them,” Joe said. “You can tell the friends you make as little or as much as you want.”
“What about the school?” Devyn asked. He did not really want his teachers to know about his past.
“I plan to tell them that you are family,” Joe said. “Because you are family. I have the guardianship order and it does not specify why you need a guardian. I do not think they need to know any more than that. As long as you keep your nose clean, it should all go fine.”
“I hope so,” Devyn said.
Moving to Devyn, Joe squeezed the teenager’s arms. “I know you are nervous,” Joe said, his blue eyes looking into the deep brown of Devyn’s eyes. “You are starting over and you have been through a lot in the past year. I’m sure there will be some bumps. Life is full of them.” Reaching up Joe tenderly pushed the soft brown hair back from Devyn’s eyes. “You are a smart guy. You will be fine. Just be yourself and you will find you will enjoy school. These can be some of the best times of your life.” Enfolding Devyn in his strong arms, Joe hugged the teenager.
Putting his arms around Joe, Devyn hugged the man back. It did feel safe and secure when he was like this. He felt like there was nothing that was going to hurt him when Joe held him like this.
“Okay and thanks,” Devyn said. He was relieved. Maybe this would be a completely new start for him.
The next week Joe drove Devyn into the high school. There were only a few cars in the lot, but Devyn was still extremely nervous. “You okay?” Joe asked.
“Yeah, just very nervous… I don’t know why,” Devyn said.
Joe reached over and placed his hand against the back of Devyn’s neck. He rubbed and squeezed the teen. “It will be fine. I know most of these people. They are mostly good folk and so are most of their kids. Just be yourself.”
Devyn forced a smile, slid from the truck and followed Joe into the brick building. It was a two-story building but much smaller than the school Devyn had previously attended.
Joe passed through the double front doors and turned right and walked into the office. He stopped at the counter and was greeted by the secretary. “Joe! My God, it has been ages.”
“Hey Sally,” Joe greeted. “How have you been? How is that husband of yours?”
“We are both fine,” she said and then glanced at Devyn. “This can’t be your nephew?”
“No, he isn’t this old,” Joe said. “This is Devyn. His folks are having some issues, so he’s staying with me. I have his school records right here.”
“You are one heck of a good man Joe,” she said, taking the records from Joe. “Albert Larson is the guidance counselor. He should be in any minute now. He will help you pick out a schedule,” she told Devyn. “I’ll just get your basic information entered. Did you go to school with Albert, Joe?”
“He was a senior when I was a freshman,” Joe said. “We know each other.”
“He’s a good guy,” she said. “The kids seem to like him. Ed has issues with him.”
“Ed would have issues with the holy mother,” Joe said.
Devyn glanced at Joe. It was the first time Devyn could remember hearing Joe say anything negative about anyone.
“You are funny,” Sally said laughing, “but you are right.”
“Is Ed around today?” Joe asked.
“No, he’s at a conference,” she said as she was typing into the computer.
“No wonder you are so happy today,” Joe said.
Sally’s laughter filled the room. “You definitely need to come to school more often,” she said.
Devyn met with the guidance counselor to figure out his class schedule. “You kind of blew it that last semester didn’t you,” he said after looking over the records.
“Yes Sir,” Devyn said. “I, um, missed a lot of school.”
“Will he have to retake everything,” Joe asked.
“Some of them he will,” Albert said. “I’m guessing you will want to go ahead and have your driver’s ed class so you can get your license?”
“Yes Sir,” Devyn said.
It took a little while for them to get a schedule for Devyn that would include the classes he needed and the Drivers Ed class. “At least some of these classes will be easy for you the first semester. You already had good grades in them. It should make them easier the second time through.”
“Yes Sir,” Devyn said.
“See that wasn’t so bad,” Joe said as they were leaving the school.
“Um, I guess,” Devyn said.
“You will do fine,” Joe said.
They then went shopping for school supplies. Devyn needed everything and he was a little embarrassed at how much Joe had to spend. After the school supplies were loaded into the truck, they went to the clothing stores. Devyn had only the few things they had bought at Target towards the beginning of the summer. It had been fine around the farm but Joe thought he should have more clothes for school.
“Stop looking at the price tags,” Joe said after Devyn put something back stating it was not on sale. “I am all for finding a deal,” Joe said. “but it isn’t necessary.”
“I just don’t need that much,” Devyn said.
“Here, try these on,” Joe said, pushing pants and a shirt at Devyn. “Oh, and this,” Joe added. He then picked up several more things as they made their way towards the dressing room.
Devyn went into the cubicle to try on the clothes. He could not stop himself from thinking back to when he had done a similar shopping trip with Tom.
Devyn knew now how naive he had been during that first shopping trip. He had been lulled into a false sense of security by Tom. The man had given him a place to live, food and now the guy was taking him shopping. Devyn felt like Tom was his savior.
They had lunch at a nice little café near the up-scale shopping district. Then they had hit the men’s clothing stores. Tom picked out everything that he wanted Devyn to have. Devyn knew that Tom was being generous so he did not want to seem ungrateful by telling him some of the clothes did not suit his taste.
One of the high-end stores that they went to had the closed sign in the window but Tom took them in anyway. The salesclerk seemed to be expecting them.
“These dress shirts will look really good on you,” Tom said escorting Devyn to the back of the store into the changing area.
The dress shirts that Tom picked out fit Devyn perfectly, although Devyn would say they were too tight. The shirts emphasized Devyn’s youthful chest and narrow waist. Likewise, the pants were too tight as well. They were snug in his butt and crotch. When Devyn looked at himself in the mirror, there was no doubt that they emphasized his slender body and youthful attributes.
“This will really bring out the golden flecks in your eyes,” the salesclerk said holding up a polo shirt to Devyn. “Try it on.”
Devyn felt uncomfortable with both men in the dressing cubicle with him. He hesitated for a moment with both men watching and then did as expected. Both men watched as he peeled off the shirt he had been wearing and pulled on the polo shirt. It hugged his chest and tapered down to his narrow waist.
“Oh yes,” Carl the salesclerk said. “Fits you perfectly.”
“It, um…, feels a little tight,” Devyn said.
“Nonsense,” Carl said, stepping closer. He adjusted the shoulders and then ran his hands over Devyn’s chest and down over his flat belly. “It doesn’t really match these pants though. Take them off and I’ll be right back,” he said disappearing out the door.
Devyn glanced at Tom. He still felt weird about dressing and undressing in front of the two men.
“Go on,” Tom said. “Take them off. We don’t want to keep Carl waiting.”
Devyn did and stood there in the polo shirt and the tight white briefs that Tom had bought him a couple days earlier.
“I think these will work much better,” Carl said, returning to the room. “Try them on.”
Taking the pants from Carl, Devyn pulled them on. He was happy to have something on, with the men watching him so closely.
“Oh, they are perfect,” Carl said, almost sounding giddy.
“Um, they are a little tight in places,” Devyn said.
“They are perfect,” Carl said, stepping closer to Devyn. Carl adjusted the waist of the pants before sliding his hands over Devyn’s firm young buns and then around to the front. “Do you think they are too tight here?” Carl’s hand had moved to Devyn’s package and was cupping the boy’s equipment. He softly squeezed and massaged the teenage package.
“Um, yeah,” Devyn squeaked.
“I think they are perfect,” Carl said.
“You are the expert,” Tom told him.
“I think this boy should be modeling,” Carl said. “If we get a few pictures of him, I could show them to some of my contacts.”
“Perfect idea,” Tom said.
“Be back in a flash,” Carl said, disappearing again.
“Um, Tom,” Devyn began nervously. “I don’t know about this.”
“Relax,” Tom said. “It is going to be great. Carl is awesome at this. You don’t have to know anything. He’ll make you a star.”
“Here’s some water,” Carl said, returning to the room. “I’ll just set these lights up and we will get started.”
Devyn took a long drink out of the bottle of water. He then let Carl take several pictures of him. He had to admit Carl was good and he was feeling more relaxed every minute.
“Here try this on,” Carl said, handing him a different shirt.
As Devyn peeled off the tight-fitting polo shirt, Carl was taking picture after picture. “Just hold the shirt up in front of you,” Carl instructed. Devyn did as he was told holding the shirt over his bare chest. “Now pull it over your head. Go slowly.”
Slowly Devyn pulled the shirt over his head and slowly lowered it down over his chest and stomach.
“Very nice,” Carl said.
Picking up the water bottle Devyn took another drink. He was feeling way to warm in the small space.
“Now go on and remove the pants,” Carl said. “We need to try on these shorts.”
Devyn slowly removed the pants and could feel both Carl and Tom watching him. He turned to place the pants on the bench. His back was to Tom and Carl as he was bending over to place the pants on the bench.
“Nice,” Carl said, snapping pictures of Devyn’s back side.
“Here,” Carl said, handing Devyn yet another shirt. “Put this on. It will match those shorts better.”
Devyn changed shirts and felt Tom and Carl watching him. Their eyes never seemed to leave his body and Carl was a nut with the picture taking. “Um, some of those aren’t really going to be seen by anyone, are they?” Devyn asked as he buttoned up the shirt that Carl had given him.
“I’ll get rid of anything that doesn’t turn out,” Carl said.
“Don’t worry Devyn,” Tom said. “In modeling there is no modesty.”
“Why don’t you get into these with Devyn,” Carl said. “it will show off his youth.”
“Good idea Carl,” Tom said.
At Carl’s direction, Tom stood slightly behind Devyn. Then he unbuttoned the first few buttons of Devyn’s shirt. Slowly Tom is sliding his hand inside the open shirt. His fingers were warm against Devyn’s smooth skin.
“Yeah, just like that,” Carl said.
Tom undid more of the buttons and soon the shirt was open, revealing Devyn’s smooth chest. Tom’s hand was sliding down Devyn’s belly and his fingers slipped into the elastic of the boy’s shorts.
“You are a natural,” Carl said.
“Relax,” Tom told Devyn. “You know you like this.” Tom’s fingers were lightly massaging Devyn’s basket through the cotton underwear.
“Oh, very good,” Carl said, as he was reaching down to adjust his growing erection.
“Tom, I’m not sure about this,” Devyn said glancing at Carl and then at Tom.
“Just go with it,” Tom said. “Just relax.”
Tom’s hand is pushing down the shorts and he soon had them down on the floor, so that Devyn’s growing teenage erection can be seen in the white cotton of the briefs.
“Very nice,” Carl said watching and massaging his basket.
Tom pushes down the teenager’s underwear and lets Devyn’s cock free from the tight fabric cage. “Go on and step out of them,” Tom said, giving Devyn room to move.
Devyn does as he is told and is standing in the changing room in only his socks and the open shirt. Tom once again runs his hand over Devyn’s smooth chest and down to the boy’s dark curls. He takes the teenager’s erection in his hand and slowly begins stroking it. His thumb rubs the head and he can feel the small drop of Devyn’s pre cum that had formed there. He smears it around and then begins stroking the boy. His fist pumps up and down the teenager’s shaft. His other hand rubs Devyn’s hairless butt. His fingers are sliding up and down the butt crack.
Devyn cannot believe this is happening. He cannot believe he is standing there in a clothing store and being jerked off in front of the salesclerk.
Tom’s fist is pumping Devyn’s cock faster. Tom twists his hand right and left and rubs Devyn’s sensitive head and is rewarded with a moan of pleasure from the boy’s lips.
Reaching under Devyn’s cock, Tom massages the boy’s balls. He rubs them and caresses those smooth orbs. “Not a hair on them is there,” Tom whispers in Devyn’s ear. “You practically have Carl drooling.”
Devyn closes his eyes, and tries pretending he is with Brent. He can feel his climax growing closer and closer.
Suddenly Tom’s hand is replaced with a warm mouth. Devyn’s eyes fly open and he sees Carl on his knees in front of him. Carl is taking Devyn’s cock into his mouth. His warm tongue swirling around the teenager’s cock head. His mouth swallowing the boy down to the brown curls.
Devyn cannot stop his orgasm. He feels his cock jerk and then jets of his teenage cum begin shooting into Carl’s hungry mouth. The salesclerk drinks down the boy’s juice.
“We couldn’t have you making a mess on the floor,” Tom said smiling at the teen.
Carl sucks down every drop of Devyn’s cum. He then stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I think you can get dressed now,” Carl said. “I think I have what I need.”
“You are awesome Carl,” Tom said.
“He’s amazing Tom,” Carl said. “I’m sure they will be knocking down the door for him.”
“I hope so,” Tom said.
Even now, months later, Devyn is still surprised at how he had allowed that to happen. He could not believe that events had unfolded in that way. A small part of Devyn had enjoyed the attention of the two men. The larger part of him, felt odd at being the center of their attention. In some way, it made him feel like an object, and not an actual person.
“Um, thanks for all of this,” Devyn told Joe as they were loading the purchases into the truck. Although Joe had been in the dressing area with Devyn, he never made Devyn feel like a piece of meat. From Joe all he felt was caring and understanding. In some way it scared Devyn. He thought he had that with his parents but that had been lost. He could not stop from wondering if he would do something to lose that from Joe.
“That should last you for the school year,” Joe said. “That is unless you hit a growth spurt.”
“Thanks again,” Devyn said.
“No need to thank me,” Joe said, reaching across the seat to massage the back of Devyn’s neck. “It is all part of being family.”
Devyn hoped that one day he could repay Joe for everything he was doing for him. He hoped that things would not end in ruin like they had with his folks. Devyn did not know how he would deal with that kind of pain a second time.
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