It began in a basement room of the huge building that housed the Summit County Home, an aging, red brick fortress of a building that consisted of three floors over a full basement that was now used only to store miscellaneous items. The upper two floors of the building were used as housing for males and females who had been abandoned by their parents, often by parents who could no longer feed and clothe their offspring through no fault of their own. The bottom floor consisted of offices, the cafeteria and a small gymnasium with access to a large field in the back of the building. Although it was named the Summit County Home, some of the residents remained there until they reached the age of twenty-one.
Richie had approached Gene while he was wandering around the field looking for some of the friends he had made since arriving at the home a year earlier and asked, "Wanna see something, Gene?"
Gene looked at the older male with curiosity, as he had never spoken to him before, although they both lived in the same dorm of over thirty young men. Hesitantly, he asked, "Wh-what? Whacha got, Richie?" He was sure the older man must have coped a magazine or something like that with some 'dirty' pictures like he had seen some of the older ones in the dorm with. Just that prospect made Gene curious with anticipation of being included in the select few who were able to look at the forbidden mags.
Richie immediately read the anticipatory expression on Gene's face and dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Naw, it's not what you're thinking, Gene. Better than that."
"Well, what is it then? Some girl?" Like most of the males Gene was always eager to sneak over to the girl's wing with the hope of seeing one naked in the shower.
"Nope. Not a girl. It's a secret place. My hideout."
"Your hideout? How do you have a hideout?" Right away Gene figured that Richie must have constructed a little fort or something back in the woods that surrounded the home. That wasn't too farfetched as Gene himself had managed to get one girl to sneak back in the woods with him where he was able to get a kiss and even feel some tits before his victim had got scared and ran off.
Ignoring the younger boy's questions, Richie demanded, "You wanna see it or not?"
"Sure," Gene quickly replied, not wanting to anger the older male and miss out on seeing something. "Sure, I want to see it. Where's it at?"
"C'mon, follow me. But make sure you aren't seen. We gotta keep it a secret."
Gene was surprised when Richie led the way back towards the building, certain that the 'hideout' must have been in the woods. Richie led the way around the end of the building that was opposite the driveway that was used to access the Home, ducking below some shrubbery that surrounded the brick walls so they wouldn't be seen by anyone who might be at a window above by chance. After rounding the building and proceeding about fifty feet along the front that faced Arlington Street across a wide expanse of lawn, Richie ducked behind the shrubs and beckoned for Gene. Grinning at the younger boy, Richie deftly gripped the basement window by the sash and pushed it up. Without explaining, the youth slid feet first through the opening and lowered himself to the floor.
Gene knelt on his haunches and looked in the room, unsure if he should follow his newfound friend. All he could see were stacks of mattresses and a couple of desks with a closed door on the opposite side of the room. He began to mentally question if they should be where they were, let alone go inside the room when the impatient Richie interrupted his thoughts. "Well? You coming in or not?"
Richie's tone of voice awoke Gene from his questioning and he quickly did as the older boy had, submissively sliding feet first into the room, relieved when his feet touched the floor more easily than he had thought. By the light that was filtering through the ground level windows, Gene could see that his first assessment of the room was correct. It was obviously just a storeroom for unused furniture and he couldn't see any sign of a 'hideout' like Richie had claimed. It wasn't until he followed Richie around a high stack of mattresses that he did see what turned out to be the his supposed hideout. Someone had stacked a couple of mattresses across two desks, forming a small passage that opened up to a wider space between the two desks and the stacks of mattresses in the front of the room. There was room for two mattresses lying side by side in the created space and Richie had quickly crawled through the opening and sprawled on one of the mattresses, beckoning Gene to follow.
Despite the simplicity of the older male's 'hideout', Gene had to admire what he had created. With all of the other children in the Home, it was virtually impossible to find a place where a person could just be alone. Alone with their thoughts, their dreams, even their private activities. As he settled on the other mattress, Gene was surprised to see that Richie had taken his cock out and was openly stroking it. The act didn't surprise him so much as Gene had masturbated whenever he was able to without anyone seeing the 'forbidden' act-usually under the covers at night after lights out. So the act didn't surprise him but the fact that the older boy was doing it in front of him certainly was a surprise. Gene was mesmerized by not only the baseness of his companion, but also by the size of the older man's equipment. Richie had his entire hand wrapped around the shaft and Gene could see at least another two inches or so of hardened shaft with a purple head above his hand. He watched hypnotically as Richie worked his hand up and down and could even see in the dim light the glistening dewdrop forming on the slitted top.
Gene was unaware that the older boy had been watching him stroke his adult-size meat until his transfixion was interrupted, "Want to touch it?" When Gene didn't answer, his eyes still locked on the scene before him, Richie repeated, "Do you? Go on, Gene, touch it." When Gene still didn't move or make an attempt to comply, Richie reached over and gripped his hand, pulling it towards his cock, now standing up straight. Gene didn't resist, his submissive side letting the older boy take control. When he felt the erect softness touch his fingers, Gene instinctively opened his hand and gripped the stiff meat in his fist and then began to move it up and down. He marveled at the raw power of the older man's cock, the heat from it transferring to the palm of his hand and miraculously traveling through his body to his own loins.
Richie lay still for a few minutes, content to let the younger, naïve boy take over the task of stroking his cock before asking, "You like it, Gene? Like touching it?"
Without hesitating, Gene nodded enthusiastically, his eyes glued to the increasing puddle of clear liquid dripping out of the slit in the purplish head resting atop his small, girl-like fist. After another moment of silence, Richie queried, "Would you like me to touch yours'? How about it?"
Gene paused his stroking while he pondered the Richie's offer, then answered with some embarrassment, "But, but mine isn't like yours', Richie. Mine is smaller."
Richie turned on his side, the action pulling his cock out of Gene's precum-slickened hand. "Don't matter. It'll still feel good. Wanna try it?" Not waiting for an answer, Richie reached over and began undoing Gene's pants. When he had the zipper pulled down, Richie rose up on his knees and with both hands pulled the younger man's pants down to his ankles. He snickered at the tidy-whities Gene wore and then announced, "Gotta take those things off," and then he proceeded to pull the cotton garment down Gene's shapely legs, exposing his three-inch peter, which was just beginning to rise from the almost-hairless crotch.
Taking the small penis between a thumb and forefinger, Richie began to stroke it, the uncircumcised skin alternately hiding and then revealing the pale head. Grinning at the nervous youth, Richie asked, "You like that? Feels good, doesn't it?"
Putting his hands behind his head so he could watch the Richie's manipulation of his organ, Gene admitted, "Uh-huh. It does. Better than when I do it."
