Teen Gay Sex In Foster Home Pt 2

I stroked myself with long, slow grips up and down. I could feel the muscles in my abdomen begin to jerk, so I knew I was about to cum.
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Dakota, maybe thinking along the same lines, kissed me harder and stuck his tongue in my mouth for me to suck for a second or two. “Ewww,” Caleb half-joked as he blushed scarlet but otherwise said nothing more. So my foster brother seemed relatively cool with the idea of Dakota and me hooking up, although maybe it was the lesser of two evils, where his disappearance or death would have been far worse to deal with. We all broke into relieved giggles.
For the next forty-five minutes we discussed how we were going to get him home with the least amount of trouble. None of us were stupid; even if he was eighteen and it wouldn’t be a legal issue because he isn’t a minor, he was in for an intense interrogation from his parents and the cops. His integrity was going to come into question as well, and I didn’t envy him the inquisition of explaining why he’d run off and where he had been all night, nor the church adults guilt-tripping him because of what he put his family through. That he couldn’t admit to spending six hours in bed with me went without saying.
We rehearsed the partly true story of how Dakota had received some bad news of a buddy after school the day before that made him spaz out. Without thinking about the consequences, he’d taken off to consider what to do. He wandered around most of the night before he finally fell asleep behind the old drive-in theater/swap meet site recently sold on the edge of town—a place he never went to that Caleb and I...