room and Jersey walked over to where Carlos was sitting on his bed and shoved his dick in the kid’s mouth.”
“He forced him?” Wheland asked.
“Well, sort of, but Carlos didn’t exactly do a lot of protesting, so Jersey kept fucking the kid’s mouth until he came. The rest of us watched, dicks in our hands jerking. It was by far the hottest thing I had personally seen up to that point in my life. Ricky shot off on the floor, but I still hadn’t gotten off. Carlos waved me over to him, Jersey stepped aside, and I took his place putting my dick in Carlos’ mouth. After that, Carlos became our go-to-guy for blowjobs.”
“Jesus,” Wheland sighed. “Didn’t anyone do him?”
“For a long time, he just did us,” Rooster said. “I asked him once if it bothered him and he said he liked doing it. There was one night after Jersey and Ricky had fallen asleep that Carlos crawled in to my bed. He started going down on me. After he made me come, I asked him if I could suck him. I did, but that’s the only time it happened.”
“Wow, that kind of makes me wish I went to juvy,” Wheland teased. “I didn’t get my dick sucked until I was seventeen? I forget. It was a girl and she had braces. Not my idea of a good time.”
“I would agree with that,” Rooster said.
“Was the stuff in juvy your first time with a dude?” Wheland asked.
“No, about a year before juvy I messed around with my cousin’s boyfriend,” Rooster said.
“Your cousin was a girl?” Wheland asked.
“Yep, she was fifteen at the time,” Rooster said.
“My, my. Didn’t you lead a colorful life,” Wheland said with a smirk.
“Before I got arrested I was a good kid,” Rooster said. “I was raised Catholic and back then I wouldn’t think of raising hell. It was all about family, church, and amazing Italian food. That was my childhood. I’m surprised I didn’t weigh five hundred pounds by the time I entered high school.”
“I would have given a kidney to have that childhood,” Wheland said.
“My mother was always a stickler for traditional family life,” Rooster said. “We all went to church services every Sunday morning, which was followed by an enormous feast afterward. Sometimes this would include extended family and cousins, occasionally even people from our church would stop by. At times, it looked like we had people coming out of the woodwork, like we were running a bed and breakfast or something. I was never at a loss for kids to hang with because of all the family filtering in and out of our house.”
Rooster added another pillow behind his head and looked at Wheland again. “These family gatherings were a weekly thing,” Rooster said. “Holidays were great, but they were also crazy busy with the celebrations. My mother’s uncle was a priest. He’s pretty old now, but his name is Father Romano. Sometimes he’d be at these parties, offering blessings for everyone and praying left and right. I never quite understood it, but back then he was a big fucking deal in our family. It was like we were considered special because we have a priest in our family tree. Father Romano married my parents and also did the mass at my sister’s wedding, too. I think he retired a few years ago.”
“I didn’t know you had a sister,” Wheland said.
“Her name is Angela,” Rooster said. “She’s four years older than me. Anyway, when I was fourteen my cousin Stephanie brought her fifteen year old boyfriend to Sunday dinner. His name was Reggie something. He had a thick mop of dark hair and a killer smile with dimples. He was gorgeous and I couldn’t stop staring at him. Reggie seemed to be having the same problem with me. Frankly, I liked the attention I was getting from Reggie, so I didn’t complain. I also loved the fact Reggie was spending way more time hanging out with me than with Stephanie.”
“Did this piss-off Stephanie?” Wheland asked.
“I’m sure she was, but I didn’t care,” Rooster said. “I
“He forced him?” Wheland asked.
“Well, sort of, but Carlos didn’t exactly do a lot of protesting, so Jersey kept fucking the kid’s mouth until he came. The rest of us watched, dicks in our hands jerking. It was by far the hottest thing I had personally seen up to that point in my life. Ricky shot off on the floor, but I still hadn’t gotten off. Carlos waved me over to him, Jersey stepped aside, and I took his place putting my dick in Carlos’ mouth. After that, Carlos became our go-to-guy for blowjobs.”
“Jesus,” Wheland sighed. “Didn’t anyone do him?”
“For a long time, he just did us,” Rooster said. “I asked him once if it bothered him and he said he liked doing it. There was one night after Jersey and Ricky had fallen asleep that Carlos crawled in to my bed. He started going down on me. After he made me come, I asked him if I could suck him. I did, but that’s the only time it happened.”
“Wow, that kind of makes me wish I went to juvy,” Wheland teased. “I didn’t get my dick sucked until I was seventeen? I forget. It was a girl and she had braces. Not my idea of a good time.”
“I would agree with that,” Rooster said.
“Was the stuff in juvy your first time with a dude?” Wheland asked.
“No, about a year before juvy I messed around with my cousin’s boyfriend,” Rooster said.
“Your cousin was a girl?” Wheland asked.
“Yep, she was fifteen at the time,” Rooster said.
“My, my. Didn’t you lead a colorful life,” Wheland said with a smirk.
“Before I got arrested I was a good kid,” Rooster said. “I was raised Catholic and back then I wouldn’t think of raising hell. It was all about family, church, and amazing Italian food. That was my childhood. I’m surprised I didn’t weigh five hundred pounds by the time I entered high school.”
“I would have given a kidney to have that childhood,” Wheland said.
“My mother was always a stickler for traditional family life,” Rooster said. “We all went to church services every Sunday morning, which was followed by an enormous feast afterward. Sometimes this would include extended family and cousins, occasionally even people from our church would stop by. At times, it looked like we had people coming out of the woodwork, like we were running a bed and breakfast or something. I was never at a loss for kids to hang with because of all the family filtering in and out of our house.”
Rooster added another pillow behind his head and looked at Wheland again. “These family gatherings were a weekly thing,” Rooster said. “Holidays were great, but they were also crazy busy with the celebrations. My mother’s uncle was a priest. He’s pretty old now, but his name is Father Romano. Sometimes he’d be at these parties, offering blessings for everyone and praying left and right. I never quite understood it, but back then he was a big fucking deal in our family. It was like we were considered special because we have a priest in our family tree. Father Romano married my parents and also did the mass at my sister’s wedding, too. I think he retired a few years ago.”
“I didn’t know you had a sister,” Wheland said.
“Her name is Angela,” Rooster said. “She’s four years older than me. Anyway, when I was fourteen my cousin Stephanie brought her fifteen year old boyfriend to Sunday dinner. His name was Reggie something. He had a thick mop of dark hair and a killer smile with dimples. He was gorgeous and I couldn’t stop staring at him. Reggie seemed to be having the same problem with me. Frankly, I liked the attention I was getting from Reggie, so I didn’t complain. I also loved the fact Reggie was spending way more time hanging out with me than with Stephanie.”
“Did this piss-off Stephanie?” Wheland asked.
“I’m sure she was, but I didn’t care,” Rooster said. “I
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