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Growing up in the foster care system was an adventure to say the least. A lot of kids enter at different ages, I was one of the unlucky ones, I was in the system pretty much all my life. As hard as it was, the worst part was the feeling of not being good enough. I would move to a home, and about the time I would meet friends and get half way adjusted, the system would move me somewhere else. Most kids that were put in the system as young as I was usually end up being adopted. Unfortunately, I was different, and no one wanted to accept the full responsibility of taking care of me.

I was doomed from conception. My mother was the daughter of a Southern Baptist minister. She had been a fine upstanding girl until she went to college. While in college, she became addicted to Cocaine which led to heroin and meth. She dropped out of school after her second semester because she was on the verge of being kicked out. Because of her addictions, her father disowned her, leaving her homeless.

Eventually, as so many other young female drug addicts, my mother took to the streets. She turned tricks to feed her demons. She met a guy, and they were married. Her husband would pimp her out, take her money and give her just enough drugs to keep her wanting more. Eventually she got pregnant. When she was far enough along that she began to show, her husband kicked her out.

Again, she was out on the streets and as soon as she found a John willing to be serviced by a pregnant junkie, she bought enough drugs to put her and me out of our misery. As a misfortune, to me anyway, she collapsed right outside of a hospital.

The medical staff kept her alive on life support until I was born, then my mother died. No one had a clue who my father was and when my grandfather was contacted, he came to the hospital but left shortly after pulling the plug on my mom. I was told that he did not want a bastard, drug addicted half breed to have to take care of, so I was placed into a foster home.

One of the nice nurses at the hospital named me Malo Albert after Saint Malo of Aleth, the patron saint of lost items. Due to my addiction to drugs, I had a lot of health problems when I was a baby. I was placed in a home with other babies in my condition.

As the years went by, I overcame the addictions but the drugs left me with an extreme case of ADHD, and when I was of age I was placed on medication to help calm me down. I was full of mischief and considered a problemed child.

Not knowing who my father was made things difficult. All I know is that he was a black man. I only know that because I am mixed, caucasion and African-American. As I grew up I became naturally toned and with my light skin and blue eyes, the girls all favored me from an early age.

The first foster home that I was in as I grew older was in a rural area. The older couple had a farm and they housed four kids around my age, two boys and two girls. Us kids would help them work on the farm. It was not slavery, because the man and woman would work as hard as we would everyday. The other boy’s name was Tommy and he had been on the farm for two years when I arrived. He was a white kid a year older than I was. His hair was brown and he kept it cut very short. Although he was older than me, he was shorter. His body was toned from the work on the farm.

Tommy and I bunked together in one room next to the back porch. Every morning we would be awakened at 4:30 am by Mr. Benson. We would go to the barn and milk the two cows and gather eggs from the hen house. One of us would take the milk and eggs inside the house to Mrs. Benson, while the other would get the tractor hooked up to the plow, mower or whatever implement we would be using that day. In the house, Mrs. Benson and the two girls would be eagerly preparing breakfast.

Until I arrived at Benson Farm, I had never really paid much attention to girls. As you would imagine, that quickly changed. The first girl I met when I arrived was Heather. I later found out that she was the same age as I was. She was about my height and chunky. Her eyes were green and her hair was sandy blonde. The one feature that stood out to me was her bottom. Even in her concervative dress, each time she walked the cheeks of her bottom would wiggle and I could not help but watch. She had been on the farm six months when I arrived.

The other girl’s name was Trudy. Trudy had been with the Benson’s since she was two and actually called them Ma and Pa, but she was a year younger than I was. She was a full head shorter than I was, with long black hair and brown eyes. She had a very pretty face and was thin and had two lovely looking grapefruits attached to her chest. The front of her dress was unbuttoned probably two buttons too many because the tops of those lovely grapefruit sized breasts protruded from their confines.

The first day I was at the farm, Mr. Benson, Tommy and I put up what felt like a hundred miles of fence. Mr. Benson would dig the post holes with the auger attached to the tractor, Tommy and I would set the posts in the holes. Then one of us would use a come-along to tighten the fence while the other nailed the nails into the post. At lunch, Mrs. Benson and the girls drove an old truck through the field and brought us lunch.

Mr. Benson saw them approaching and ordered Tommy and I to put our shirts back on. So we did as we were told. When the ladies arrived, the three of them got out of the truck with a small brown bag in their hands. Mrs. Benson took her bag to Mr. Benson, Trudy walked over to Tommy and gave him hers, and Heather brought me my lunch. She opened the bag and reached in and pulled out a sandwich and handed it to me. She smiled as I brought the sandwich to my mouth and took a bite. She watched as I ate and then reached in the bag and pulled out a mason jar of sweet tea to wash it down. After the sandwich she unwrapped a piece of cake and handed it to me.

“I baked it myself,” she said as I took a bite.

I smiled at her and ate the rest of it to show my approval. Then I washed it down with the last of the tea. She gathered the jar and placed it back in the bag. Then she returned to the truck. She and Trudy returned with two gallon jugs of water and refilled the water keg attached to the tractor. As they were pouring the water into the keg, a breeze began to blow. The hem of Heather’s dress blew up and I swore I caught a glimpse of her milky thighs. She quickly pushed her dress back down and she and Trudy returned to the truck and they were gone.

We worked the rest of the day and the sun was setting when Mr. Benson told us to pack up the tools. Tommy and I worked good together, and he had taught me along the way about the fence and what to expect from the Benson’s. According to Tommy, they expected us to work with them six days a week, and if we are productive, Sunday’s were special. He emphasized that it would be in my best interest to be productive because if I wasn't, that he would personally whip my butt.

Once the tools were gathered, Tommy and I climbed onto the back of the tractor and Mr. Benson drove us back to the barn. When we arrived, Mr. Benson instructed us to disconnect the auger, to feed the animals then wash up for supper and he went into the house. As we were putting the tools away I made a comment on how I was ready to take a shower. Tommy again spoke up.

“We take baths here, there is no shower.”

“No shower? Really?,” I replied.

“Really, and you will bathe after supper, then we will go to bed. Trust me you will come to love the baths,” he said with a wink.

When we were done feeding the animals, we headed to the house. My muscles ached and my hands were blistered from not being used to manual labor. I had not realized how hungry I was until I walked in and smelled the food that Mrs. Benson and the girls had prepared. Set on a table for six was a big plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, and cornbread. The smell of it made my stomach begin to beg.

As we approached the table, I followed Tommy and pulled out a chair beside him. Mr. Benson, who was already seated at the head of the table, stopped me.

“Albert, you sit in that chair,” he said as he pointed to the chair across the table from Tommy.

I nodded and moved to my chair and sat. My first impulse was to fill my plate and stuff my face, but I restrained myself and looked to Tommy for guidance. Tommy sat listening as Mr. Benson talked about what we had done and what was in store for tomorrow. I listened as well, while I looked for Heather and Trudy. Mrs. Benson was sitting at the other end of the table opposite from Mr. Benson. About the time I was going to ask where the girls were, they both appeared and walked in the back door and proceeded to the table.

Heather stood beside me as Mr. Benson graced the table. I did not understand why she didn't sit, but after the amen, I quickly realized why. As soon as Mr. Benson said Amen, Mrs. Benson and the girls began preparing the plates for us guys. Trudy prepared Tommy’s, Heather prepared mine and Mrs. Benson prepared her husband’s. Once our plates were filled, the ladies sat and prepared theirs.

There was little talk at the table. The only real talk was Mr. and Mrs. Benson correcting my on my table manners. I was told to chew with my mouth closed, to take my elbows off the table and to slow down eating because there was plenty.

When we were done. Mr. Benson excused Tommy and I to go bathe. We stood up from the table. I looked toward Heather and she smiled and blushed. I smiled back, confused on why she was blushing, but followed Tommy out the door.

The Benson’s had a bath house adjacent to the main house for us to bathe in. I followed Tommy as he entered. The bath house was an open room that was dimly lit. There was a wire stretched from one wall to the other with a curtain thrown over it and two bathtubs filled with water. On the wall was a double vanity with two sinks. The vanity was stocked with soap, shampoo, toothpaste and toothbrushes. As I looked around, Tommy advised me on what I was to do.

“Take off your clothes and place them at the end of the tub. Get in and soak for a few minutes. I will let you be surprised at what comes next.”

Tommy went to one of the tubs and began to strip. I followed suit. I took off my sweaty t-shirt and placed it on the floor at the end of the tub. Then I kicked off my shoes and socks, then my jeans. I was reluctant to take off my boxers in the presence of another guy. I looked towards Tommy and saw that he had no reluctance as he pushed his boxers down his legs.

I had never seen another guy naked. Tommy was muscular and his upper body was tanned from working on the farm. From the waist down he was white as snow. Between his legs was a thick patch of hair and his penis hung and rested on his balls. I caught myself staring and turned quickly before I was caught. I took a deep breath and pushed my boxers to the floor and hurried to the side of the tub and got in.

The water was warm and felt so good to my aching muscles. I laid my head back against the tub and closed my eyes.

“Damn dude, you are hung like a mule,” Tommy interrupted my relaxation.

I sat up and looked over at him, “Excuse me?”

“You have got the biggest cock I have ever seen, not that I have seen a lot,” Tommy replied.

I felt my face blush, I had never heard someone talk like that and it caught me off guard.

“I am sorry I do not know what you are talking about.”

“Your cock man,” Tommy’s voiced in a loud whisper. “Your cock is enormous,” he added pointing toward his midsection.

I looked at my body in the direction he was pointing on his. He must have been talking about my penis, but I had never heard it called a cock before. I have to say, mine was longer and thicker than his, but I never thought of it as big.

Before I could respond to him, the door opened and Heather and Trudy walked in. I was startled. I tried to find something to cover my nakedness, but there was nothing there. I placed my hands over my penis in hopes that neither of the girls would come any closer.

Heather looked at me and smiled. Trudy looked toward Tommy. They both walked towards us, respectively. Trudy was the first to make it to the tubs, and she reached over and pulled the curtain that hung between us. When Heather made it to the tub she stood and looked at my face, then I watched her eyes mover down my body. When she reached my hands, her eyes widened.

She moved closer and removed her dress. She was not wearing any underwear. Between her legs was a thick patch of hair, her breasts were full but the size of lemons. She knelt down and pulled a sponge from under the tub. She squeezed the soap onto the sponge and began to wash me.

She first washed my chest, then my arms. She pulled me up in the sitting position and rubbed the soapy sponge over my back. As I leaned back I felt my penis begin to grow. I continued to try and hide it with my hands but it was becoming more and more difficult.

I watched Heather as she moved to the foot of the tub. She ran the soapy sponge from my ankle to my upper thigh. Then repeated on my other leg. I noticed her biting her lip and she took a deep breath.

“You need to move your hands so I can finish,” She instructed me.

By this time, by penis was harder than it had ever been. I slowly removed my hands and Heather gasped when she saw the whole thing. She placed the sponge on the floor and squeezed some soap into her hand. She reached and took my penis between her hands.

For the first time I noticed her nipples were harder and protruding more than earlier. She moved her hands up and down my penis. It felt so good. The longer she stroked the faster she got and soon her hands were splashing the water. I could not help but moan.

I felt a tightness in my balls and my toes began to extend. A feeling in my gut began to grow. I gripped the side of the tub with both hands and let out a loud moan as the pressure built inside me, and with no warning, my penis released.

The amount of gunk that escaped my penis was enormous. Heather had a smile of success on her face as she continued to stroke me. When my penis began to soften, she rinsed the gunk off her hands in the water and stood. I noticed a glisten of moisture in the hair between her legs as she turned to get a towel.

“Stand please,” she instructed.

I stood without knowing what to say to her. She wrapped the towel around my waist when I stepped out of the tub. She gave my penis one last tug before walking out the door. As I dried off. I heard a groan from Tommy’s tub, and soon I saw Trudy leave the bathhouse. Tommy followed a few minutes later and headed to our bedroom.

Once in the bedroom I couldn't wait to ask Tommy about the bath house experience. Tommy was almost asleep before I laid down on the bed across the room from him.

“Tommy, hey you still awake?” I whispered across the room.

“What is it Albert?”

“Man, what just happened, I mean is that normal?”

Tommy sat up and looked over toward me. “Mr. Benson sends the girls in to take care of us because he believes it is a woman’s place to take care of a man. He feels that if we release a load, then we will relax and sleep better so we will be ready to work the next day.”

I thought for a second taking in what Tommy had said.

“If you thought that was something, wait until Sunday. If we meet or exceed the work goals for the week, Sunday’s treat will make the bath house look like a walk in the park.” Tommy barely got his last words out of his mouth before he was snoring. I laid looking at the stars out of the window until I fell asleep.

The next morning was much like the first. Tommy and I got up early, milked the cows, collected eggs, and prepared the tractor all before breakfast. Then we ate and were out the door. I felt awkward at breakfast, but apparently I was the only one. The Benson’s, Tommy, Trudy and Heather all acted like nothing out of the ordinary happened. Heather did smile at me more than the day before but that was the only difference.

While we were working that day, my brain was swarming with questions. I attempted to ask Tommy a couple, but he ignored me and continued to work. I was curious as to how this whole thing worked. Did Trudy and Heather swap, or was Heather my betrothed. What happened on Sundays? All this questions flooded my brain.

Lunch was brought to us like the day before. Mr. Benson stopped us in a grove of live oaks and Mrs. Benson and the girls were there waiting on us. Heather brought me my lunch bag. I sat on a stump as she handed me the sandwich. .She sat on the ground in front of me and pulled her knees up to her chest. I took a bite of my sandwich and almost choked on it.

When she pulled her knees to her chest, she was not wearing any underwear and I had a clear shot of her vagina. Her lips were parted and I could see the pink and the wetness gleaming on the few sprigs of hair between her toned legs. I tore my eyes away from between her legs and looked at her face. She licked her lip and bit her bottom lip as she winked at me.

By the time the ladies climbed in the old truck to head back to the house, my penis was so hard that it hurt. As they left, I was reluctant to stand up because I was embarrassed of my condition. Mr. Benson called for me to come on, so I stood up, turned my back to Tommy, and readjusted my penis to make it not so obvious. As I was walking to the tractor, Tommy laughed at me.

As I climbed on the tractor, Tommy whispered, “Let me guess, Heather wasn't wearing any panties and gave you a nice viewing of her snatch?”

I nodded my head.