by Casper D
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On Halloween of ’98 I took a bold step.
I had been thinking about telling my eldest foster brother for some time.
After stopping off at 7-11, I reached Vince's house in Gardena. I was accompanied by a fairly new friend whom I shall call simply "Andy". I don't know why I felt I needed to have someone with me at this time. My roommate LP has pointed out that the reason I brought someone with me was because, subconsciously, I knew that I WOULDN'T reveal anything to a member of my foster family while someone else was present. I mean, what he was basically saying was that I had subconsciously sabotaged my own plans to come out from the very start.
Whatever.
Anyways, Andy is a tan and very slender 'surfer' boy. His hair is long and loosely curly--normally brown but currently bleached blond. His eyes are bluer than the waters of the waves he pretended to ride down in Redondo. He wasn't much of a surfer, but he liked the image of being a surfer, if you know what I mean. I'm pretty sure it won't be long before he'll adopt the role as resident skater punk.
Earlier that day I licked his feet while in the back of his van. He tried to fight off the laughter, but he acted as if my tongue was the most ticklish thing he'd ever felt. I mean my warm, wet tongue vacillated across his slightly rough soles, lapping again and again, stimulating him without mercy. It was fun. I know why LP had such a great time tongue-bathing my feet and driving me into spasms.
I first met him through LP. I came home from a swim one day and stumbled upon my roommate chasing this young man around and around our house. At first it looked as if they were two kids playing a game of tag or something. But then I noticed that familiar spark in L's eyes . . . and the dart in this hand. It was a dart tipped with an ampul of a narcotic called Orasin.
You have to understand that all of the was consensual.
LP and Andy were engaged in a friendly, miniature “hunt”. It was fun to watch. Especially when Andy paused on the service porch-clearly assuming that he had reached a vantage point where he would be able to see LP coming from either direction. What he didn't know was that he had his back to the door which led to L's bedroom. It would only be a matter of time.
While he stood on the service porch waiting for my roommate to spring, he glanced at me. "Is your friend Crazy??" his sea-blue eyes seemed to say.
Then quite suddenly he widened those eyes in surprise-it was as if someone had touched him with an ice cube from behind . . . and he opened his mouth for a cry that didn't come. LP, as if my magic, had appeared behind him through the door that the surfer had been standing with his back against. Realizing that my roomie had already pricked his prey with the dart, I dropped the stack of mail I'd been sorting through, and tried to get to the drugged young man before he toppled over, but I wasn't fast enough. There was a weak sigh, then a hollow thud, perhaps Andy's brainless head hitting the carpeted floor. And he lay there, unconscious.
I won't go into it here, but LP talked me into joining him in feasting on the meal he'd captured. Yeah, he really twisted my arm.
I knelt down beside the unconscious Andy's head and started licking the top of his cranium-feeling his bleached hair against my tongue. I licked his forehead, his nose, his closed eyelids, both ears (hey, the kid looked sweet). LP removed Andy's shoes and white socks, then handed them to me. I placed one sock on my penis and sniffed the other one. After pumping my cock with the sock on and sniffing the other one, I stuck the one I'd been sniffing into my mouth and did my best to suck it clean. LP, of course, went down on Andy's feet. He smelt both the soles and the tops. He sniffed in between the unconscious boy's toes and sucked on every toe on both feet. Then he uniformly licked the soles of Andy's feet until both were pristine.
