Chapter 3

As I entered my new care home setting, I wondered if it would be a continuation of my past experiences in care. I had learned that things happen without much regard for how you feel, but I held onto the belief that my life would improve.

This new school and care home felt better—calmer. So far, none of the staff had mistreated me. My dormitory was small, with four boys in each room. I shared mine with a little guy named Nicky and two brothers, George and Glen. Glen, the younger brother, was really nice and loved running and working out. They were both mixed-race.

One night, after we had settled in for bed, we chatted quietly while Nicky and George drifted off to sleep. Glen and I had beds next to each other. He mentioned how sore his body felt after a workout and jokingly said, “I wish I could get a massage.”

Not wanting to seem clueless, I replied, “Yeah, I’ve had those; I wish I could have one too.”

Glen then suggested, “How about I give you a quick one, and you can return the favour?” I agreed, and he sat on the edge of my bed and pulled back my covers to reveal my small thin frame, he then began to massage my shoulders and arms. It felt nice as he worked down each arm, he was gentle yet slightly firm. As he massaged my upper arm my hand was resting on his bare thigh. He was naked apart from his standard issue White Y fronts ... I was wearing the same standard issue only mine again as usual baggy as to big for me. His legs were smooth and muscular. The touch was exciting, and I had to admit to feeling slightly aroused. He moved over to caressing my stomach explaining that this is where he was most tender. Gentle strokes across my tummy, back and forth each time moving lower across my muscle groups as he described them, his thumbs gently easing my waistband down, only slightly further at the hips. I was mesmerised and excitement must have shown as he muttered that when he had a massage abroad on holiday it was naturist and felt so much better ... His words trailed of...

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Really nice,” I replied. Then he asked me to help him with his sore spots, so he climbed back onto his bed. I sat on the edge of his bed and focused on his shoulders, just as he had requested. As I worked down his arms his hand would rest and move about on my thigh. This touch was sending shock waves of excitement through my body. He wanted me to pay attention to his stomach, as he had done a lot of sit-ups. His skin was a warm, coffee colour and felt smooth; he had a muscular build. The room was warm, and moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his torso.

As I used my fingers to massage him, I asked, “Is this, okay?” I was eager to keep going, excited even, feeling a sense of control for the first time. I liked Glen.

“It feels amazing, but don’t stop yet,” he said. “Can you work down over my thighs? Sit-ups really did a number on my legs.”

“Sure,” I replied. I was eager to replicate his massage continuing to caress his muscular stomach. As I moved toward the waistband of his briefs, I noticed him growing more aroused. I was so relieved that it wasn’t just me. This gave me the confidence to continue. I gently slid my thumb under the waistband, carefully lifting it to relieve the

Strain. I was in awe as it slid from under its confinement and pointed straight up towards his naval. I didn’t touch him directly, but I marvelled at how magnificent he looked in the moonlight. I navigated around his form, admiring his physique, feeling a mix of awe and excitement. I used my thumbs to ease his underpants down at the front whilst still maintaining a rhythm of massage but fully exposing what was now a magnificent 8” pointy at the tip girthy around the middle cock.

As I sat, mesmerised by the moonlight casting soft shadows against his torso, my gaze was fixed to the new sense of vitality laid out before me from the top of his briefs. I had released what appeared to be his urgency, the firmness hinted at his arousal, a natural response that reflected the unspoken connection between us. It was as if the night

itself held its breath, amplifying the electricity in the air, making the moment feel both intimate and exhilarating. “Is this okay” I whispered ... A Pause, then “Oh yes, this is really REALLY nice, but please don’t stop...”

The way I felt right now I had no intention of stopping. I continued massaging around his cock, underneath every now and then brushing against it, which would send it twitching away and pulsating. I edged his underpants down further to reveal a huge ball sack to compliment his gorgeous cock, as he opened his legs to give me access to his groin.

I get strain in there from running, he said and without warning placed his hand between my legs and gently sought out my groin beneath my balls specifically the space between my balls and my anal passage. Here he highlighted my Urethra asking me if I could massage that from bottom to top ... Without hesitation my hand slid over his balls and found the same space, his legs opening further to allow me access. I found his Urethra not realising that this tube ran from there, all the way to the tip of his cock ... I knew what was happening and I felt empowered to continue as here, for the first time I felt in control. I was thoroughly enjoying this experience, and I wasn’t about to stop now. I used one hand to massage the tube and gently rapped my fingers around the head of his cock to steady it. Again I whispered, “Is this okay”?

“It’s the best massage I’ve had, he said, only stop if you want too” No I’m fine I said, Would you like me to carry on down your legs or concentrate here some more...

He immediately spluttered out, no just keep doing what you’re doing there for now ... I found this funny, but I was now just feeling and massaging his cock, slowly but surely wanking him off and loving it. I wanted to do more; I wanted to examine this beautiful cock, not just with my hands but with my tongue, I wanted to do it, unlike before. As I was thinking of sucking him off and how to go about it, he suddenly said: