The Orphan Boy

Frankie walked with heavy steps next to his Uncle Jim, his aunt’s husband, toward the entrance of a bleak building on a bleak day of March. He had just turned 13, and his aunt Hillary had thought it best that Frankie be sent to this establishment, after many arguments with her husband.

Aunt Hillary was Frankie’s only close relative. He had moved in with her and Uncle Jim and Samantha, their daughter, when he was orphaned. His own parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old and his aunt had to take him in instead of being sent to an orphanage or something like that by the state.

For three years, Frankie was relatively content. He had been an only child, and he tried his best mot to be a burden on his aunt’s household. Uncle Jim was a successful architect and money was no problem. It wasn’t until last Christmas when trouble started.

Samantha had sneaked in some punch, laced with rum, and the two of them hid outside the kitchen door, in the freezing cold, drinking. Frankie had not had alcohol before, and he soon got dizzy. When Samantha touched his crotch, he felt like it was in a dream. Samantha was like a sister to him, two years older, already well-developed in the breast department.

Seconds later, he erected. Needless to say, his only experience into the land of sex was his hand. He had started masturbating when he was 11, when he would wake up in the morning with a stiffy, which he would quickly take care of, spewing his boy sperm into the toilet bowl. He never wanted to leave a mess or stains.

But there was this one thing about Frankie: even at 11, he was well-endowed. Now at 13, he already had a small patch of curly dark hair around the base of his penis. When erected, he could measure some 6.5 inches.

Frankie moaned at the feeling of Samantha’s hand rubbing his crotch.

“Oh,” Samantha cooed, pressing on the now-throbbing erection. “Little Frankie has a nice bone.”

“Wh… what… Sammy?” Frankie slurred, his body trembling, not only from the cold but also from his nether regions. “Wh… what are you doin’?”

Samantha kept rubbing Frankie’s hardness, taking his hand and placing it on her breast, under her sweater. Frankie moaned.

“Shhh, Frankie,” Samantha whispered as she started undoing his jeans top button and pulling down on the zipper.

Frankie grabbed the breast, felt the tit hard inside Samantha’s shirt, and his dick got even harder.

Samantha took out Frankie’s erected penis, stroked it slowly, pulling back on the foreskin. Frankie’s moan came out louder, his hand groping and fondling the ample breast. Leaning over him, Samantha took Frankie’s cock in her mouth and gulped. Frankie grunted almost instantly nutting into the sudden feeling of wetness and warmth. It was then that Aunt Hillary walked out the kitchen door.

“OH,” came a loud shriek as Aunt Hillary saw her daughter’s mouth wrapped around the boy’s penis, lit from the kitchen window.

What followed that incident was a hellish Christmas instead of a merry one. Frankie had locked himself in his room, half-drunk, still boned, and crying. He could hear Aunt Hillary screaming at Samantha in the room next to his. He could hear what sounded like Uncle Jim’s striding nervously back and forth in the corridor.

Then the arguments had started. Aunt Hillary wanted to send Frankie away, any place away from her daughter, who she started calling “slut.” Even Frankie was now “that boy” to Aunt Hillary. Said with disgust, as if painting a picture of “that boy’s” cock in her daughter’s gulping mouth.

Frankie knew that Aunt Hillary and his mom had not liked each other much. His dad and Uncle Jim were ok, but the two women rarely visited, and when they did, there were slide remarks and comments all over the place.

Uncle Jim was more lenient than Aunt Hillary. He had always thought of Frankie as his son. What’s more, he had noticed that Samantha was turning into a slut, her mouth always uttering dirty expressions, not caring whether her parents were there or not. He had heard her whispering into her cell how she would straddle a boy’s crotch, how she would moan as he entered her pussy, how she loved thick cock in her mouth, and so on.

“But honey,” Frankie would catch snippets of arguments, and Uncle Jim was trying his best to smooth things over. “Hillary, babe, the kid was not actually doing something to Sammy.”

“Not doing? NOT DOING?” Aunt Hillary would retort angrily.

“I mean it was really Sammy that was doing the ah… the… doing, Hon,” Uncle Jim would say, trying to keep his voice down.

“Jim, that boy had his… his Thing out. That dirty boy had his Thing OUT and it was… oh Jesus… it was hard and inside Sammy’s mouth, goddamit.”

“But they are kids. And as I understand it, it was Samantha who had sneaked out some punch. They were probably high and not thinking straight.”

“That was our daughter, Jim. Her mouth around that boy’s dirty pecker. I can’t believe it,” and here Aunt Hillary would start to sob and mumble things like: “He can’t stay here. He’s got to go.”

And of course Uncle Jim would argue as to where, not if, they were going to send Frankie.

Finally, the decision had been made. Frankie’s eyes watered as he climbed the few steps up to the entrance of this horrendous place, an orphanage. It didn’t even have a name. The Orphanage. Uncle Jim’s look was sad and his steps hesitant. But this had been the only option. He kept thinking that the kid was already 13 years old, not really a kid anymore, and he could take care of himself, and that he, Jim, would visit often and take him out for rides or ice cream or burger and fries.

Out from the bleak morning, in to the bleak building, the bleak foyer, the bleak ugly matron.

To be honest, Frankie had never, before the decision was made, defended himself or given any justification, or even blamed Samantha for starting the whole thing. Actually, it was Samantha who blurted everything out after her mother pulled her off Frankie’s dick. She even screamed at her mother that Frankie’s was not the first dick she had blown. Aunt Hillary would not hear any of it. That boy had had his dirty cock inside her baby daughter’s mouth. And so on, and so on.

The Orphanage had 4 large dorms for the boys, each lining 6 beds, cots actually, with a night table next to each bed, army-style. The girls were housed in another adjacent, smaller building. The dining hall was at the end of the long corridor flanked by the boys’ dorms. Toilets and showers were common for all and were to the left side of the dining hall. The kids would inhale the scent of cooked food mixed with ammonia and bleach. The girls ate first, and a half hour later, boys would be allowed in as soon as the girls left.

The administrators in the Orphanage were strict about boys and girls mixing. They had had experiences when the mixing had ended up with babies. Some of the kids were still too young for sex, but those who were old enough to menstruate and have hard-ons took good advantage of it, and there was quite some baby-making action going on until the new matron put an end to all that. No mixing.

Frankie’s first night was miserable. He took a fetal position in his bunk bed and tried to close his eyes, but all he thought about was how his life was going to be from now on. He heard whispers and movements from the other beds. There was some moaning also, which made him wonder what was going on. He flashed the image of Samantha’s mouth on his boy dick and immediately boned. What with the memory and the low moaning, Frankie shot his load within a minute of his fisting his hard cock, right inside his tighty-whities. He heard snickers when he couldn’t stifle his grunt as he spewed. But he didn’t give a fuck.

The boys in his dorm were about Frankie’s age, 5 of them, with only two who looked older. One of them, Nathan, was perhaps 15 or 16 years old, judging by the fuzzy moustache on his upper lip. For the whole first week, the boys tended to avoid Frankie, sizing him up, checking to see how they could make use of the new kid. Nathan gave him a few funny looks every now and then whenever their eyes met. Frankie was aware that he would probably get beaten up pretty soon, and he was prepared. He could take almost each one of them, except perhaps for Nathan. But if they ganged up on him, he would be in serious trouble.

The boys were allowed to shower together in the common showers once a week. By then, almost all of them reeked with sweat and other boy odors. They were always chaperoned by Matron’s assistant, a wimpy, lanky, seedy boy of 19, who would sneer at the boys and make dirty comments about their asses and boy dicks. Frankie had heard whispers and snickers from the other boys that Matron’s assistant, Jake, often gave head to some of the older boys.

Frankie’s first communal shower took place without any incident, except when Jake suggested that one of the little boys’ ass was like a pussy. Nathan turned to him glowering, naked and dripping wet, fisting his cock and telling him that if he ever thought of getting close to the boy, Nathan would fuck his brains to hell and back after beating the shit out of him. Frankie inhaled deeply as he gazed at Nathan’s penis. It was bigger than his (and he thought that he was big) and definitely thicker. Jake tensed, noticed the serious threat in Nathan’s eyes, and retreated without a word.

They were walking back from lunch when Frankie noticed Nathan walking next to him down the hall towards their dorm.

“Hey, kid,” Nathan said, his voice breaking between boyish and manly.

“Hey,” Frankie said, thinking: now it comes, the beating, hoping that Nathan wouldn’t be too rough on him.

“Where you from?”

That was kind of friendly, Frankie thought. “Nowhere,” he said, immediately regretting it because it sounded unfriendly at all.

Nathan laughed. “I like that, kid. Tough, huh?”

Frankie looked sideways at Nathan and saw the he was smiling. “Not really, Nathan. I’m sorry but it’s gonna take some time for me to get used to this dump.”

“I hear you, buddy.”

Did Nathan call him “buddy”? Frankie wondered what was coming next.

“You know,” Nathan continued as they approached their dorm hall, “I’ve been watching you since you arrived to this dump.”

Frankie looked quizzically at Nathan, still wondering.

“And I think I like your attitude, dude.”

“Yeah?” Frankie didn’t know how to respond to that in a more intelligent way. What was his “attitude” anyway? They were all freaks in this fucking place, weren’t they?

“Yeah,” Nathan nodded as he gently pushed Frankie into the room. “Like you’re cool and don’t piss around like the other boys. They keep pushing and shoving and snickering and all that kid stuff.”

“What about the boys in the other dorms? There are a few older and don’t behave like kids.”

“Nah. Most of them are too weird for me. And they always look for a fight as if to prove their manhood, which is stupid.”

Frankie was impressed. Nathan seemed not to be your average orphan bully. These were rare as far as Frankie knew. He started to develop some sort of liking for this older boy.

There were two or three other boys in the dorm, joshing with each other, as Nathan and Frankie walked in. But instead of joining them, Nathan moved to his own bunk bed inviting Frankie to join him.

“I mean look at those kids over there,” Nathan continued. “Who’d want to have any kind of civilized relationship with any of them? You are different, Frankie, and I really like you.”

Frankie beamed at this. Nathan was being more mature than he had assumed. He remembered the incident in the showers with Jake, when Nathan defended the young boy and threatened Jake. Actually, he felt tempted to tell Nathan about how, two days before, Jake had cornered him and grabbed his crotch, smirking. Frankie had been able to push Jake away roughly, giving him a stare that spelled trouble if Jake ever thought about coming near to his junk.

“Durham,” Frankie mumbled.

“Huh?”

“You asked where I came from. Durham.”

“Oh,” Nathan laughed. “Thought that was a secret or something. Durham, huh? I barely remember that place. I was brought here around seven years ago when my mom died and my asshole of a dad totally disappeared.”

“Both of my parents died in an accident.” Frankie’s voice broke a little.

“Oh, man,” Nathan wrapped an arm around Frankie’s shoulder pulling him in tighter. “That sucks big time, buddy.”

The “buddy” word again, making Frankie shiver, on the edge of tears, with Nathan’s body so close to him comforting him. He erected.

Quickly, stealing a side glance at Nathan to see if he’d noticed, Frankie covered his crotch with his hand. Why did he erect? So, ok, Nathan was an attractive boy, but Frankie had never felt such sexual attraction to another boy. He liked girls. Samantha’s mouth on his dick was awesome. Yet, he did shiver when he saw Nathan fisting his dick at Jake in the showers.

“So, Frankie, what gets you going?”

Frankie heard this from far away, until he noticed that Nathan was waiting for some kind of response. Afraid that his voice would betray him, and totally conscious of his raging erection not subsiding under his pressing hand, he shrugged.

Nathan laughed. “Come on, relax. You can be ok with me,” Nathan squeezed Frankie’s shoulder, which didn’t help in easing the throbbing in his crotch. On the contrary, it raged even more.

“Oh, Nate, you know, nothing special really. I’m not into sports or anything,” he answered lamely.

“What about girls?”

“Wh… what about ‘em?” Frankie trembled, thinking that Nathan must have noticed his lust.

Nathan laughed. “Oh boy. Don’t tell me you haven’t had pussy.”

Frankie looked straight into Nathan’s eyes, realizing how piercingly brown they were. Could he tell his “buddy” about Samantha’s mouth? Did that count as pussy? Guess not.

“I’m 13, Nate,” he mumbled, agonizing.

“Well, it will have to be some time before you do, buddy. The chicks around here aren’t available, as you must have noticed. All we have is guys.”

What? Frankie thought. All we had was guys? Was Nathan hinting about something? Was this why the “buddy” part, the arm around him, the squeeze on his shoulder? The closeness of their bodies? His cock raged harder.

“I can hear them going at it at night,” Frankie whispered. “Beating off, you know.”

“We all do, bud,” Nathan said with a wide smile on his face. “Don’t tell me you don’t do that either. You a priest or something?”

Again, Frankie shrugged.

Nathan leaned in to him and Frankie could feel Nathan’s breath against his neck. “We can do it together,” Nathan whispered, glancing at the other boys in the room.

Frankie did not trust himself to look at Nathan, and Nathan’s closeness, his breath on the neck, sent shivers up and down his body. The offer was somewhat weird but he found himself nodding.

“Cool,” Nathan responded. “We can jerk off and it’s a turn on, I tell you.”

“Ok,” came out as a whine.

“When the fuck Jake turns the lights off, sneak out to the toilets. Ok?”

“OK,” the whine again.

Nathan patted Frankie’s shoulder. “Gonna be awesome, dude.”

Frankie spent the afternoon and evening in anticipation. Different images of him and Nathan working their bones made him go near crazy. Would there be other boys also? Would Jake be sucking on them as the rumor went? What did it feel to have a boy sucking him? Different from Samantha? But a mouth was a mouth, the wetness, the warmth, the silkiness, the suck action.

Frankie slid out of his bed trying not to make any sound. He groped his way in the darkness, lit only from the streetlights outside, through the thin curtains. He was shivering. He felt his dick shrivel inside his scrotum, unlike how it had been earlier, raging and throbbing throughout the afternoon.

Nathan was already in the toilets, sitting on a toilet seat in one of the stalls, his pajamas around his ankles, fisting his cock. Frankie gazed with awe. Nathan’s cock looked much bigger than in the showers.

“Hey,” Nathan smirked. “Join the party, buddy.”

Frankie stumbled in on weak legs, stood in front of Nathan, looking around for something to sit on.

Nathan kept his gaze on Frankie, letting go of his hard cock, which plastered on his abs, head flared and throbbing, shiny with pre-cum.

Frankie, still standing, pulled down his pajamas and rubbed on his penis, willing it to erect. He was astonished that it refused to do so. Blushing, he stroked harder. Still limp.

Nathan smiled. “Come here. You’re nervous.”

Frankie stepped closer, spreading his legs on either side of Nathan’s thighs. Nathan reached and grabbed Frankie’s penis, pressing on it.

Frankie erected immediately.

“Oh wow,” Nathan exhaled working his palm up and down Frankie’s shaft. “That was fast.”

Once Frankie was hard, Nathan let go of his dick and resumed his own stroking. It was only a couple of minutes later that the two boys shot their loads, Nathan sitting on the toilet seat, Frankie standing beside him in the narrow stall.

“Wow,” Nathan heaved, gripping his shaft to squeeze the last drops.

Frankie could barely stand, his knees weak and trembling from the intensity of his ejaculation. He had never, ever, cummed this strong or this long. Was it because he was standing right next to Nathan and watching Nathan spew? Was he into Nathan?

As they were leaving the toilets, two kids from another dorm hall walked in, their pajamas tented in front of them. The four smirked at each other in the full knowledge of what was going to go on in there.

Frankie slipped under his blanket. He closed his eyes, only to see the imprint of Nathan’s cock spewing cum all over the toilet floor vivid in his mind. He let out a low moan, immediately answered by a snicker from somewhere in the hall. His dreams, or what he could remember of them, were inter-changing between Samantha’s breast and Nathan’s cock.

The following morning, when Frankie avoided looking at Nathan as they went to breakfast, Nathan caught up with him.

“That was awesome, dude,” he whispered.

Frankie nodded.

“Let’s do it again tonight,” Nathan whispered.

Frankie nodded.

They stood up in the stall next to each other. Nathan had suggested that they take off their pajama tops. Naked boy torsos, pajama bottoms and whities around their ankles, they started to jerk off. Frankie was glad that he had erected without having Nathan helping him like the night before although he did enjoy having Nathan’s palm fisting his dick. As they got into it, Frankie felt Nathan’s arm wrap around his waist, pulling him close, their hips touching and grinding. The two boys unloaded simultaneously, with Nathan’s hand grabbing tightly on Frankie’s waist.

They wiped off their cum, smiling at each other, the bond between them getting stronger.

The nightly masturbation became a ritual. Frankie became Nathan’s favorite jerk-off buddy. And Frankie loved the closeness of Nathan’s body, invariably with Nathan’s arm around his waist and Nathan’s hand grabbing his hip tightly, digging his nails into the skin as they both ejaculated.

“So who shoots farthest?” asked one of the boys entering the toilets as Frankie and Nathan were leaving after an evening of hot wanking.

Nathan smirked staring at Frankie, and without breaking his stare, he said: “Frankie.”

Frankie was surprised. He hadn’t really noticed as they spewed out their loads. But Nathan did. Nathan noticed how far Frankie shot.

“Fuck, Frankie,” Nathan whispered the next night as they started their masturbatory session. “I wish for some hole to stick this cock into.”

“Um,” Frankie said as he felt Nathan’s arm around his waist.

Nathan edged behind Frankie. Frankie jumped as he felt Nathan’s cock slip between his thighs, both hands around his waist, pulling him back against the panting chest.

Frankie squirmed and tried to pull away.

“What the fuck, Nathan? You’re fagging me?”

Nathan kept his grip, starting to slide slowly inside Frankie’s upper thighs.

“Hey, Frankie, just a rub, buddy. I can cum real quick. Just a rub.”

Frankie shivered at the feeling of Nathan’s cock rubbing between his thighs. He instinctively pressed on the hard cock tighter. Looking down his front, he saw Nathan’s cock head poke out through his thighs and under his balls with each thrust, and then disappear. Poke out, the head glistening, and then disappear. Frankie shivered and nutted hard, leaning back on Nathan’s pressing body, grunting loudly. Seconds later, Nathan’s knob reappeared under Frankie’s balls and long ropes of cum ejected out of the flaring slit as Nathan’s pressed his crotch hard on Frankie’s butt cheeks and his chest heaving with every squirt, his arms around Frankie’s waist, his hot breaths scorching Frankie’s neck.

Frankie blushed. He felt so ashamed that Nathan did that to him. But his body was on fire. He trembled with the intensity of Nathan’s panting against his back pressed even harder on to him, Nathan’s hot breath at his neck, making him shiver uncontrollably.

“Tomorrow, Frankie, buddy, you can do the same to me,” Nathan whispered, brushing his lips against Frankie’s neck, sending Frankie into another higher level of lustful ecstasy.

Frankie felt that his nuts were going to ejaculate through his cock as he squirted through Nathan’s pressing thighs the following evening. He was only able to stay on his feet because of his arms wrapped around Nathan. He whimpered and shot, and shot. He couldn’t believe how many squirts he spewed, with each squirt sending electrical shocks throughout his young lean body, holding onto his friend.

“Whoa, boy,” Nathan mumbled as Frankie shot rope after long rope. “Fuck, that’s one hell of a nut, bud.”

Frankie heaved, pulling back, regretting the ending of his ecstatic ejaculation.

Frankie’s head was in a maelstrom. He was still a kid. What would a 13-year-old kid know about sex and relationships? About boys and girls? About boys and boys? All his information had come from rumors and hushed talks between horny young kids of his own age. Nathan was two years older. He should know better. How was it that what they had been doing was not fruity? He had enjoyed every second of it. The feeling of Nathan’s hardness rubbing inside his thighs had been electrical. So was the feeling of his own cock humping Nathan’s fuzzy butt. The turmoil in his head was mixed with the lustfulness in his nuts. Was there going to be any explanation to all of that? Why wasn’t he like other normal boys with moms and dads. Because your own mom and dad had died, stupid! Because your Aunt Hillary was a bitch that hated the sight of you. Because you are in an Orphanage with cock-sucking Jake and horrible Matron. But Nathan made all of these go away with his naked body and beautiful cock.

Frankie and Nathan soon became tight buddies. This worked quite well for Frankie. With Nathan around, hunky and older, the other boys didn’t dare to diss him or beat up on him. He had it good, the orphanage notwithstanding. His uncle visited once in a while, but never his aunt. He didn’t miss her. Neither did Samantha. He didn’t miss her either, what with his nightly escapades with Nathan.

“Jake keeps giving me these looks, Nate,” Frankie told Nathan as the two boys sat next to each other on Nathan’s bunk bed.

“Oh,” Nathan nodded. “You know that Jake likes to suck dick, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I mean I’m only 13. Did he suck you, ever?”

“Yeah. He slobbers a lot,” Nathan smirked. “Try it, Frankie. Your dick is nowhere near 13. Dude, you are not only hung for your age but you cum like a fucking geyser.”

Frankie recalled Samantha’s mouth on his cock and shivered. Why the fuck not? Was that queer-like? He wondered. His boy dick quivered. Humping Nathan and getting humped by Nathan: that was pretty queer-like, wasn’t it? And he loved it, looked forward to it, shivered and trembled and got weak knees. So maybe having his dick sucked by Jake wouldn’t be too bad, would it?

“But wait, Frankie,” Nathan placed his hand on Frankie’s thigh. “I heard that Jake is ready to pay a dude to take his cock into his throat. Hold out on him, but encourage him. You might make a couple of dollars off of him. Tease the cocksucker.”

Frankie thought that was a great idea. Having money would be fantastic. But wouldn’t that be like slutting himself out?

“I don’t know, bro,” Frankie mumbled looking at the tiled floor between his feet, aware of Nathan’s hand on his thigh. “It would feel funny getting paid to get my dick sucked. And Jake. I don’t really like him.”

“He gives good head, for one thing. I can tell you that. Also, nothing’s wrong with making some bread off of that dick of yours.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I think. And it wouldn’t be that gross. We’ve been jacking off together, and humping each other’s ass, which is way hot.”

Frankie laughed.

“On one condition, though,” Nathan added.

“What?”

“That you keep enough juice in your nuts for our night sessions,” Nathan smirked, leaning and flicking his tongue at Frankie’s neck.

Frankie shivered and erected. “Fuck, Nate, every time you do that, you give me a boner.”

“It’s your pleasure spot, bro. Enjoy it. And that boner of yours? Oh, man, that’s one hell of a fuck rod, buddy.”

As Frankie pushed down on his bulged shorts, squirming, and as if by magic, Jake walked into the dorm room, and spotted the two boys. His eyebrows knotted, gazing at the boys sitting next to each other with Nathan’s hand inside Frankie’s thigh.

“What the fuck are you two fucking kids doing here? Looks like you’re queering on each other, huh? You should be out with the other boys working the gardens.” Jake glared down at them, his hands planted on his hips, trying to give himself a commanding stance.

Nathan gazed into Jake’s eyes and slowly removed Frankie’s hand from his crotch, revealing Frankie’s bulging erection inside his shorts. Jake inhaled and licked his lower lip. Nathan smirked and winked at Jake.

“Fuck you, Nathan,” Jake croaked.

“Yeah? Fuck me? Jakey?” Nathan taunted. “Why not I go work the garden, and Frankie here stay for some other kind of work, watering a hungry garden right here, right into your cock-sucking throat?”

Frankie jumped up, making his bulge even more visible. “No, Nate, I’ll go with you. Please?”

“You two queers are always gonna be together?” Jake said.

“Cocksucker,” Nathan retorted. “You call us queers once more and I’ll knock your cock-sucking teeth outta your mouth.”

Frankie noticed Jake blush, was amazed at Nathan’s courage to challenge Jake, knowing that Jake could make life quite difficult for Nathan. But Jake just humphed and stormed out of the room.

“He wants your dick, Frankie. I fucking know it,” Nathan laughed.

“Can we go to the toilets now?” Frankie pleaded, his boy cock raging hard.

“Fuck. Others might come in. We can get caught, especially if Jake walks in on us.”

“He can suck both of us,” Frankie joked.

Nathan scratched his head, grabbed his crotch, rubbing it. “Yeah, fuck it. Let’s.”

The two boys had to close the door of the tiny stall, which made it difficult for them to stand side by side and wank. Even butt humping would be tight with the stall door closed. Instead, they faced each other, pressing on each other, and started grinding their hard cocks.

Nathan gazed into Frankie’s eyes, inches away, then leaned and kissed his lips, his hand pressed on the back of Frankie’s head.

Frankie let out a surprised moan, and as he felt Nathan’s tongue probing between his lips into his mouth, he almost collapsed. He pressed harder on Nathan’s fat cock, poking into his lower belly. Nathan lowered his hands down onto Frankie’s butt and pulled him even tighter, the two cocks now slimy with their pre-cum, sliding shafts, oozing more. A minute later, they shot their loads on each other, making more slime, lips slobbering, breaths panting.

It took two days for Frankie to get head from Jake. And two dollars. At first, Jake would try to come on hard, but Frankie would pull back, teasing. He would touch himself staring into Jake’s eyes, and then turn around and walk away. A couple of times, Jake managed to grab Frankie’s crotch. The first time, Frankie slapped Jake’s hand away. But the second time, he let Jake grope him for a few seconds, winked at him, and then pulled back.

“Kid,” Jake whispered. “Come with me to the toilets so I can make you happy.”

Frankie just stood facing Jake, glaring.

“Come on, kid,” Jake moved nervously from one foot to the other.

Frankie just stood like a statue.

“Ok. Fuckin kid. Ok,” Jake said, pulling out two crumpled dollar notes from his pocket.

“You get this, if you give me that,” he nodded at Frankie’s crotch.

Jake had wanted to sample Frankie’s boy dick as soon as Frankie walked into the Orphanage. But the kid was playing hard to get.

Frankie kept standing still. “Give.”

“Not until I get.”

“Then you don’t get, cocksucker.”

Jake trembled, but more with lust than with anger.

“Ok. Fuck. Fucking bitch. Take it.”

And Frankie received his first full blowjob and his first pay-money. He had to admit that it was nice. Not much different from Samantha’s mouth. Not really weird. Nice. But no way near as nice as when Nathan humped his thighs.

Frankie pulled out the two dollars showing them to Nathan later in the afternoon.

“Damn, buddy. Jake sucked your cock? And paid you?”

Frankie nodded, smirking.

“You liked it?”

“Well, you know, yeah, kind of.”

“Kind of? What the fuck do you mean? You get head and you say kind of?”

“It was Jake, for chrissakes. It would have been different if… if you know… if it was someone I really like… someone who is a friend… a… a buddy,” Frankie stammered, blushing.

That evening, Nathan sucked Frankie’s cock.

Frankie was in paradise. And sure enough, he returned the favor the following evening.

As tears flowed freely down his face cheeks, Frankie slumped on the edge of his bunk bed, Nathan’s arm around his shoulder pulling him tight. Nathan wiped a tear and kissed Frankie’s lips lightly.

“Don’t, buddy. Oh, man. Come on, Frankie. We both knew it was going to happen.”

Nathan had just turned 18. Two years passed since Frankie walked into the Orphanage. The two boys had become very tight, not only because of their mutual wanking and humping on each other, but more because of respect. Frankie grew to look up to Nathan with fondness as his big brother, the brother he had never had. And Nathan respected Frankie’s maturity and sensitivity.

But good things must come to an end. The state would not support orphans over 18 years old, and Nathan had to leave the Orphanage and fend for himself. For Frankie, this spelled looming disaster for the coming years. He was 15 now, more mature, more fit, more independent. Still, losing Nathan was traumatic. He couldn’t stop crying, especially at night, ever since Nathan told him he was leaving, two days ago.

“It’s going to be so lonely,” Frankie heaved. “Oh, Nate…”

“You got Jake,” Nathan teased to alleviate the tension, snickering.

Frankie would not stop crying, ignoring the flippancy.

Even after Nathan strapped on his backpack and walked down the few stairs and away, with Frankie watching through the dorm window, the tears kept flowing.

That night, Frankie split Jake’s ass. He had been refusing Jake’s overtures for some anal action. But now, he rammed up into Jake savagely, his now almost 8-inch thick cock ravaging the seedy assistant. With one hand clamping on Jake’s mouth and the other grabbing Jake’s throat, he pounded Jake’s butthole with vengeance. He unloaded minutes afterwards, groaning, and wiping tears off his face, his cock spewing hard into Jake’s guts, the ten dollars for the fucking tucked deep inside his pocket.

Frankie had to wait a few more years to experience real gay sex. At 17, he was a strapping young man with an above-average equipment. He did use it to get money, of course. Older men in parks were more than willing to cough out 20s in order to suckle on Frankie’s young 8 incher. He further learned that if he got lucky and invited to an apartment, his night of fucking some man-ass could gross up to 200.

Frankie was not a slut, really, and he didn’t feel bad about prostituting his cock. No one, however, compared to Nathan.