Juvenile Care Lovers

Intertwined in each other’s arms they were catching their breath after long, intense and exhaustive lovemaking. Alec, with his somewhat over 60, had gone to his limits but was pleased to notice that Sven, with his 30 years younger, was drained as well. It had been their first date but for both of them it was clear that the magic “chemistry” was there and that many more would follow.

From the moment that Alec had opened his front door and the younger man had walked in with a beaming smile, he was sure that Sven had somewhat familiar in his appearances. Alec had no idea where that feeling came from: they had never met before! It was not his face; that didn’t ring a bell at all. But his body, the way he moved and his short blonde hair triggered something in Alec’s deepest consciousness. But he had no idea what was triggered.

The impression only got stronger when Sven was beside him in bed, naked. Somehow his body looked familiar: slender and almost devoid of hair, a not too large but delicious, proudly protruding penis and a tight round butt. For a short while Alec continued the digging in his memory for the missing link, urged on by a small voice in his head, that said:

“You know this. You know it is wonderful and that it will make all your dreams come true!”. But very soon he was too occupied to torture his brains with trying to dig something up out of the deepest caveonons of his memory and surrendered to Sven’s intense caresses. But now, with Sven’s regular breathing betraying he was sound asleep with his head on Alec’s breast and Alec staring at the ceiling, the dime fell: Peter! His first boyfriend, when he was still young and wild. Peter had had the same lean body, the same smaller dick that was nevertheless beautiful and tasted and felt even better and the same tight, seducing haunches. His way of moving was as smoothly and sensual. And even Sven’s first searing tongue kiss had the same intensity, greed and ferocity as Peter’s first kiss had been about 45 years before. Yes, the memory was complete now!

He remembered the first day when he arrived at the home, the umpteenth home in a row. He had simply lost count of them. He went in and out. When he had been someplace for a period a Juvenile Court order was issued to see if the coast at his own home was clear again. It always ended in another court order to be taken out of his parent’s house and to another home again, mostly after weeks, so now and then after some months. But, despite the fact he had the experience before, this time was by far the worst because it was the most painful and it was filled with anger, an anger that was caused by the feeling he was betrayed.

After he came back from the previous home his parents had promised, no….had sworn by God, the Bible, the graves of both their mothers and all that was holy and sanctuary that he never had to go to another home again, never! And where did he end up?

He felt abandoned by his own mother and father. He felt as if he was old surplus furniture, placed besides the garbage cans on Monday, the day when the refuse truck came along to pick it all up. And he felt utterly lonely. It was a kind of paralyzing loneliness, that caused him to shut off from all contacts with others. That he reinforced his own loneliness with this went far beyond his grasp at that time of shock.

He remembered as well that the first night after the arrival he had cried in bed. It was the night that he prayed to God for the last time in his life. He had pleaded and begged that God would give him an answer to the question what he had done wrong or what went wrong anyway, so that he ended up in another home. He prayed for a long time but after a last desperate supplication he gave up. Either God was on holiday or he just didn’t care! There was no answer.

“Fuck you, God!” he cried out, “You’re just a faker!”, thereby severing all his ties to whatever religion for the rest of his life.

Although his initial shock subsided, he kept the lonely feeling and his anger became a constant companion as well. His self-esteem had dropped to Sub-Arctic level and he felt little better than dirt on the street. He hardly spoke to anyone, limiting it to the utmost necessity.

The only one to whom he attached himself was Bear, the home dog, a cheerful golden retriever, whose biggest goal in life was to become friends with everyone. Alec liked being around with dogs. Dogs had no hidden agenda. They like you or they didn’t like you and they made their preference perfectly clear. And since Bear made it very clear that he really loved Alec the two became inseparable.

They took long walks in the woods with the dog running happily around. During rest breaks they had long conversations, that is: Alec did the talking and the dog just listened intently with interested bright-sparkling eyes and ears up, so now and then wagging his tail, as if he had understood it all.

Or Alec just cried with the dog, laying his head on one of his knees with the dog laying his head on the other, as if in an intimate tête-a-tête comforting.

But things gradually started to change in Alec’s mind when his old roommate left for home. There was never any friendship between them. His old roommate was a stiff, unapproachable boy and their only conversation during these months had been “Good morning” at waking up and “Goodnight” when lights went out.

All this changed when Peter became his new roommate. Physically Peter was a totally different type of boy than Alec was. Alec was slim but not slender, had somewhat curly black hair that hung on his shoulders and mystic brown eyes. Peter was the slender type of boy, slightly smaller than Alec, had bright-blonde long straight hair and beautiful grey-blue eyes, eyes that always reminded Alec to the wild waters of a stormy sea. But mentally they were fully compatible. Both had had their share of problems and disappointments and the longer they were roommates the longer and more intense their talks became, before and after lights out.

But with this growing trust in one another Alec noticed too how he felt physically attracted to Peter. In other words: Alec discovered he was homosexual. He loved observing Peter when he undressed when they went to bed, especially the moment when the boy only wore his small tight undies before putting his pajamas on, clearing showing the contours of his perfect bums and the large bump in the front. He marveled at the delicious slender body as a whole. Increasingly Alec had to turn around to avoid that Peter would notice his physical arousal. It was only shame that made him turn around, not the fact that it was caused by a boy. In all his innocence for Alec it was only a natural thing to do.

But he decided to hold back. He didn’t want to jeopardize Peter’s open attitude in their long talks and he didn’t want to lose Peter as a friend.

One night, after lights out, Peter suddenly asked:

“Alec, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Man, no!”, Alec grunted in reply, “Don’t even know how to handle them!”

Alec heard his roommate giggle and then the boy said:

“Yeah, hear who is talking. Man, the way you look you can get every chick on her back with her legs widely spread”

Somehow Alec didn’t like the way it was said, but he considered it as the blunt butch-type remark that boys their age seem to make and ignored it.

“Or eeehhh…”, Peter inquired softly, “don’t you fancy girls?”

Alec felt how he flushed and was glad the light was out. This was getting hairy!

“I don’t know!” Alec answered curt.

“Hey Alec, do you really think I didn’t notice it you observe me when I’m in my undies?”

The flushing turned into a head as red as a tomato. Alec cursed inside, being mad at himself for not being careful enough when he looked at the almost nude Peter.

“Eyes react to movement”, he tried to parry the suggestion, “so when you move, I look automatically”.

He knew it was a lame excuse but he couldn’t find anything better and Peter seemed to knew too it was just a loophole. 

“Yeah, sure”, he said in conspiratorial way.

“Just get to sleep”, Alec rudely cut off the talk.

Silence came in the room, but it was a tense silence.

It was a glorious Sunday morning in the beginning of September. Sunday was the mandatory day for sleeping in. The boys were expected to stay in bed until 10 o’clock.

Alec woke up just as the sun was rising. Annoyed he looked at his watch and slightly bad tempered he thought:

“Man, that’s a long time to 10. How do I pass that?”

He smiled briefly. There was a simple solution for that.

His hand slid under his blanker and in his undies. With a soft moan he felt how his toy reacted immediately. He let his fingertips play over his temple of manhood, enjoying it thoroughly and moaned again.

Apparently a little too hard: a voice broke through the horny haze and entered his mind:

“Hey, Alec…Alec?”

He startled, looked up and saw Peter’s face with a large grin on it, looking over his blanket. Ashamed he pulled his hand out of his undies and a grimace came on his face, that had to resemble some kind of smile.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Peter asked with still the same grin.

“What do you mean?” Alec asked sheepishly.

“Yeah”, Peter shot back, “Play dumb! You know exactly what I mean!”

It was clear that Peter had some kind of intention. He came out of bed, walked towards Alec’s and placed his hand on the blanket, at the place where he suspected that Alec’s crotch was.

“I knew I was right”, he said, a mysterious smile playing around his lips, “Feels great, hey, playing with yourself”.

Caught red-handed Alec knew that further denying was useless so, somewhat uncertain, he stammered:

“Yeah, feels great!”

Peter’s next words were in a low voice, as if he was planning a conspiracy:

“Do you know what feels even better?”

Alec shook his head. He had no idea.

“Play together, play with each other!”, Peter said in the same husky voice.

Alec was dumbfounded, certain that he had heard it wrong or understood it wrong. However, Peter made it very clear he had heard and understood it correct. The boy took off his pajama jacket and dropped it on the floor. It was followed by the pajama pants. Not ten centimeters from Alec’s bed he stood, just dressed in his small undies, his legs slightly spread, rocking his hips seductively, making sure that the even larger than normal bump in his undies was clearly visible.

Because it was a little chilly in the room during the early morning hours the small hairs on his body were raised, creating his entire body being placed in an aura of light in the rising sun. Alec could only look on fascinated and breathless, to the boy for whom he had longed for so long. He studied the bump in the undies and stuck out his hand shyly and clearly in doubt but finally touched it, stroking it ill at ease and gently. Through the undies texture he felt the big, hard balls and the erected shaft, enjoying the feeling intensely. Peter closed his eyes in anticipation and led the undies slide off his hips in one smooth move.

Set free from its textile scabbard his young sword jumped into freedom, giving Alec the most desirable what Peter had to offer him.

Alec felt a surge of desire going to his head and genitals and pushed the blanket back as an invitation to Peter to join him in bed, hurrying himself to get undressed as well. Peter readily accepted the invitation and lied down beside him.

The first careful and timid kiss followed. Alec felt a bit confused. His dream of a roommate was naked in bed beside him and made it clearly felt that he wanted to go the whole way.

Peter crawled on top of him, skin to skin, and started to stroke Alec’s breast, softly caressing his nipples, that reacted immediately by sticking up. Alec felt the body warmth, smelled Peter’s scent and felt his breathing on his skin.

“Look at us, Alec”, Peter said softly, “Look at us poor beggars. We can’t be at home where we belong, we don’t want to be here where we are now. But nobody asks what we want!”.

There was a short sniff, as if Peter was crying softly, but he continued:

“You know, I feel like flotsam so every now and then, just floating on a sea I can’t control”.

“I know what you mean”, Alec said with a choking voice, “I feel like litter on the sidewalk most of the time, shit that nobody wants or nobody needs, sweeps up and throws in the garbage can”.

“Yeah”, Peter sighed, “Nobody want us, nobody loves us, nobody cares for us. I really long for someone who cares for me and who loves me”.

“So do I”, Alec whispered, fighting back the tears.  

“I just want somebody who puts his arm around me when I feel like flotsam, someone who cares for me and loves me. And I will comfort him when he feels like litter and care for him and love him”, Peter went on.

“So do I”, Alec said softly but with determination.

“Alec…”, he heard Peter whisper, “If nobody wants us, shall we give love and warmth to one another?”

Alec smiled at the thought and nodded emphatically. Peter’s fingers kept stroking his breast, so every now and then touching the nipples which sent shivers of desire all through Alec’s body.

His hesitation disappeared and he started to stroke the naked skin of Peter’s shoulders tenderly, who bent over and gave Alec his first intense, vigorous tongue kiss. It triggered an uncontrollable urge in Alec to kiss the other boy and he did so in a greedy, fiery way. In the meantime the stroking continued and gradually their bodies became one, skin to skin, both their pricks pressed between their bellies.

“This is so beautiful”, Alec sighed, “This is so lovely! This is what I want!”

It pushed Peter to even great efforts in caressing his new friend, becoming more and more intimate.

“Sweetheart”, the boy whispered, “I hoped for this ever since I came here in this room with you!”

Was this sex? Yes! Was it love and tenderness? Yes! It was the perfect combination of both, what two lonely boys had been searching for and what they found with each other.

“I won’t let you go!” Alec whispered in Peter’s ear, fully submerged in his emotions for the boy.

“Suits me, honey”, the reply came, “I wasn’t going anywhere. I’ll stay with you, to help you, to support you, to alleviate your loneliness, as you will do for me! I will do for you what you will do for me!”

Sealing a deep felt bond they simultaneously went into the ecstasy of an orgasm.

After regaining his breath Peter wanted to stand up, but Alec stopped him. Peter looked at him in astonishment. Alec only shook his head and asked:

“What are you doing?”

“Get something to clean up!” was the reply.

“No need,” Alec whispered, “Just lie down”.

With question marks in his eyes Peter did as was asked. Once he lied down Alec starting licking all sperm from his beloved’s belly, tasted it intensely and swallowed it all. Peter closed it eyes, intensely enjoying the feeling of the warm, soft tongue tissue on his skin.

After all was cleaned up they snuggled up against each other and just kissed, caressed and enjoyed each other’s company.

“I hope it will take ages until 10”, Peter smiled, “So we can enjoy this for a long time”.

Alec just nodded in confirmation. He enjoyed every second of what he had experienced with his heart and his mind. Finally someone cared for him and he could care for someone else.

The reports on Alec by the home educator staff became jubilant after that Sunday. At last the boy had attached himself to his roommate and had opened up to other boys in the group as well, which was considered a very unexpected and enjoyable development. How deep this attachment went, was completely overlooked and both boys did their utmost to keep it that way. The two partners in love and “crime” meticulously covered their tracks to ensure that it was their secret and remained their secret only.

The only one who noticed the reasons for the change was Bear. Peter regularly joined Alec when he took the dog for his long forest walks. When they made love in some forest clearing the dog dutyfully used his sharp senses to keep an eye on the surrounding area to prevent that anyone would disturb his masters-of-the-moment in what they were doing. And as any good dog, he just kept silent about it.

In one of their next being togethers Peter had pushed his friend over the rainbow again up on a pink cloud, far above the earthly mud of pain and trouble, this time in Peter’s bed. It was a running private joke between them: since the home had neglected to provide double beds they had outmatches and home matches.

Suddenly Peter stopped what he was doing. That hadn’t happened before so it startled Alec: what could be wrong?

Peter looked him straight in the eye and asked with a mysterious smile:

“Did I ever let you experience what the spiders can do?”

Alec had no idea what he was talking about and his non-comprehensive expression made that perfectly clear. It didn’t disturb Peter who laughed with a seducing smile and softly said:

“About time I do it then. You will love it”!”

Licking his lips he pushed Alec’s foreskin back, uncovering his already somewhat damp dick tip. He opened his hand and started to stroke the tip softly, using only his fingertips, who danced gingerly over the tissue like the legs of a spider. It felt as if every cell was stimulated at the same moment.

Never before so much precum had left Alec’s tool but Peter just used it as natural lubricant, spreading it over the skin behind the dick head and expanding the spider’s journey to that area. The fingertips played their pas de cinq over the tiny blood vessels that trembled in anticipation. In was simply the sweetest art of torture. Every time Alec threatened to spurt the spider legs stopped, to recommence their ballet when the urge subsided. Alec could only close his eyes and endure a wonderful feeling he had never expected that it would exist in the first place.

After what seemed an eternity of excruciating pleasure the spiders allowed Alec to follow his urge. With an almost too loud roar he spurted it all out. Peter was just able to stifle the cry by rapidly placing his hand on Alec’s mouth to avoid that he would wake up the whole home.

While the last shocks of the eruption shuddered through his body, Alec opened his eyes and with a grateful smile said:

“Oh, sweet darling of mine…this was so unbelievably wonderful! Where did you learn that?”

Peter didn’t answer but listened intently.

“What are you doing?” Alec inquired.

“Listening for suspicious sounds, to find out if someone woke up by your noise and starts to snoop around”.

“Did I make that much noise?” Alec carefully asked.

Peter grinned and nodded:

“Yeap, you did!”

He kissed Alec’s still dripping tip and smiling he said:

“My pleasure doing it. You’re worth it”.

He resumed his listening, but nothing happened, no intruder came in. They just spent about another hour, softly talking, stroking and kissing.

The months passed and winter had arrived. Evenings after lights out and Sunday mornings passed in an erotic and intimate whirl and during daytime they became more and more inseparable.

One particular evening after lights out they just lied against one another. There was some kissing and stroking and a lot of whispered talking about future dreams and plans. Somehow these future outlooks turned around the central theme of building a future and a live together, later, when they were outside the grasp of Juvenile Courts and Juvenile Care’s greedy claws.

Alec had no idea if it was accidentally or that Peter did it on purpose to make some kind of physical suggestion but without any warning he turned over, so that his back and bums ended up against Alec’s belly. It triggered an intense craving in Alec to not only explore and love Peter’s exterior, but his interior parts as well.

He whispered his yearning in Peter’s ear who only reacted with a groan and a barely noticeable nod of the head. It was more that Alec sensed the head nod in the darkness, otherwise he had not known if the boy wanted it or refused him. But the nod made him clear he could proceed.

Ill at ease and clumsy he started his first mounting of a boy or man. He placed his dripping tip between the boy’s buttocks against the entrance. On itself it was a new great experience, to feel the soft inside tissue of the buttocks pressing against his fully aroused lance. He tried to push it in Peter but no matter what he tried…it wouldn’t work!

“I can’t get in!” he hissed frustrated.

“Then use spit!” came the reply, which was loaded with intense wanting.

Alec applied a lot of spit on and in the hole and tried again. Now it worked. Slowly Alec’s tree slid in and it was such a magnificent and overwhelming sensation that he almost fainted.

“Aauwww”, a short and soft cry was heard.

“Do I hurt you?” Alec asked concerned.

“No, not really”, Peter whispered, “But it is my first time as well!”

Tantalizingly slowly Alec slid in deeper and deeper. He enjoyed the sphincter’s small vibrations around his shaft and the warm dampness of the intestines and slowly he started his first thrusting. He would love to remain in the boy for ages, but as most elderly readers will no doubt remember: it is seldom given to a youngster to control his urges for very long. In no time the sperms exchanged body. Only just suppressing a loud moaning Alec remained inside Peter after his ejaculation until his toy slipped out as a small tube.

“Sooooo great!!!” Peter moaned softly, “Now I’m your girlfriend!”

Alec kissed him in his neck and licked his shoulders. They then curled up and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Intimacy became a constant in their liaison while time passed and the calendar already showed January.  Their ties were forged stronger and stronger and their lovemaking became more and more fiercely.

But somehow they became overconfident and careless. During one intimate encounter they simply made too much noise. Neither of them knew for sure who of them was the perpetrator. One of the boys in the room next to them overheard it and curiously came to take a look. When he opened the door, they were together in one bed and made love passionately. The boy looked at it with wide open eyes and his mouth slumped open in utter surprise. The poor kid had no idea what he had to say.

He wasn’t the only one. Both Alec and Peter were dumbfounded and unable to find words. The boy turned around and went back to his own room without speaking speaking.  

It was to be expected that they were summoned to the superintendent’s office first thing in the morning. The superintendent was an elderly clergyman, always dressed in black suit and black shirts with a with collar underneath. When he waggled through the building with his thick belly sticking out, he always reminded Alec to Buddha, although he had great difficulty to believe that the man was capable of assuming the lotus position.

This morning the man’s body language made it quite clear that he was furious even before he had opened his mouth. His eyes spit fire through his heavily rimmed spectacles and he puffed vehemently at his cigar, causing a dense smokescreen in the room.

“I will not tolerate this in my home!” he started his scolding. He continued with calling both boys godless grave sinners and threatened them with severe consequences in the Afterlife. He personally would take care of it that they were severely punished.

Peter looked at him with a challenging expression on his face and coldly asked:

“So, if I have a girl in bed and fuck her in my room, that is fine with you?”

“No!” the man roared, “I do not allow sex in this home!”

Peter shrugged and with a scornful laugh countered it with:

“Fine with me, I’ll take her to the forest and fuck her there!”

If looks could kill Peter would be a corps by now.

But the boy wasn’t intimidated. With his voice raised, clearly showing his frustration and anger, he added:

“But when I do that with Alec all hell breaks loose, no matter where we do it! Can’t see the fucking difference”.

“Since it is my job to keep both of you out of reformatory school and later, in your adult life, out of jail, I will not tolerate it. The law prohibits love between men. It has only permitted love between a man and a woman.”, the superintendent roared with undiluted disgust in his voice.

Alec snorted contemptuously and looked in the man’s eyes with cold eyes, full of hate. Then he said with a deep frozen, razor sharp voice, dripping of sarcasm:

“Yeah, tell that to me mum when she is beaten all over the house again!”

The superintendent was speechless. If the man felt sick just by looking at them or that he capitulated in a way was a matter of guessing for the two, but in an effort to save his face he yelled:

“Get out of my eyes, both of you!”

The boys had no problem in complying with this order. In a last act of provocation they left the office hand in hand.

If it was the punishment the superintendent had threatened them with was unclear, but it started as soon as they came back in their living group. Both of them were derided, harassed, nagged and at best completely ignored. They were the queers, the rest of the group were rightful boys. Alec and Peter were the black sheep in the flock of pure and white sheep. In addition, Peter was told that he had to change rooms.

But the superintendent’s actual punishment was harsh and brutal: Peter was not only transferred to another room, he was moved to another home! That hit Alec like the proverbial brick.

Alec stood in his room at looked at the main entrance. Outside a car was parked. A man was walking back and forth with some boxes, but then the moment came that he had feared. Peter came out, carrying a bag. Alec felt how tears flooded his eyes. He knew damned well it was over, orders from narrow minded authorities high up. He observed how Peter slowly walked to the car as if he tried to delay fate. Just before he stepped in the car he turned around and looked up to the window of what once was his, no: their room, fully in the expectation that his lover would be there.

Alec did the only thing he could do: he sent a kiss hand. He saw the sad smile on Peter’s face who looked up and returned the kiss hand.

“Come on, son”, the man said, “We better get going”.

Peter took one last look up and waved. He saw his lover wave back and stepped in the car. Through the watery veil of his tears Alec saw the car leaving the home’s park, making his first big love unreachable for the rest of his life.

He reacted as he had done before Peter came in his life. He withdrew in himself, totally unapproachable for anyone with the exception of Bear. He took the dog for a long walk. Somewhere in the woods he sagged against a tree. Bear sat beside him. At long last he let his despair go. Between the sobs he spoke to the dog:

“Bear, they have taken my childhood, they have taken my parents and now they have taken my big love. Don’t tell me they are going to take you away from me as well?”

He simply collapsed. In uncontrolled crying he laid his head on his knee. With his beautiful dark-brown eyes having an intense sad look the dog laid his head on the other knee. They sat there until dusk fell.

It felt as if this crying in the afternoon had taken the first pressure of his pain away from him. But when he was in in his bed a minute before lights out he looked at the other, now empty, bed in the room. It stabbed him like a sharp knife right in the guts.

Light went out. In the darkness he turned on his belly, pushed his head in the pillow and started to cry irrepressibly again. He was so absorbed in his grieve that he didn’t notice how someone very quietly opened the door, slid in and closed the door again without making a single sound.

He only vaguely sensed how someone sat down of the side of the bed, but he felt the hand in his neck, that stroked him in comfort, expanding the soft strokes to his shoulders. And he heard the soothing voice, who continuously repeated the same mantra:

“Cry it out, love. Don’t eat it up. Throw it out. Peter must have been very happy with you and I’m sure that in your later life you will make other boys and men happy. But don’t think about it now. Just cry out the pain, don’t swallow it! Just cry!”

It felt so good not to be left alone at this moment. It felt so damned good!

The memory faded and retracted back to its dungeon in Alec’s mind. He noticed he had tears in his eyes and swept them away with the back of his hand. As some loose afterthought he remembered that he had never been able to find the mysterious owner of the comforting hand and the soothing voice. And in the months that followed he also found out, that the division between the black and white sheep in his living group had countless nuances in all kinds of intensities of grey.

This night it seemed to come together. Sven had the same kind of body, of moving and the same greediness and passion in lovemaking. It was as if the man beside him had the ability to fuze past and present in one single time span.

Alec laughed silently. It was a totally absurd thought: time machines only occur in kid’s comics.

Or had Peter at any time in the 45 years, he hadn’t seen him, passed away and was Sven his reincarnation? That was a more sensible thought: millions of people believed in reincarnation.

Sven was still sound asleep, his head still on Alec’s chest. Very carefully, so that he wouldn’t wake the younger man, Alec kissed him on the forehead and stroke through his blonde hair.

“I love you!”, he whispered.

It gave him automatically the next question: did he love Sven? Or did he love the one the young man represented? Did he still love Peter? Or loved them both?

He never got the chance to ponder over that question. Sleep hit him with the speed and the ferocity of an onrushing intercity train and his eyes fell close. There even was no opportunity to put out the bedside lamp.