Life after Juvie
A Bunk'd Story.
Chapter One - "New Family"
"Are we nearly there?"
The fourteen-year-old boy didn't get a response from his driver, causing him to sigh. He was used to this, the drivers never wanted to talk to 'criminals' like him.
Instead he just returned to looking out the window as the black car with windows tinted so dark no one could see inside rushed smoothly past a busy highway, slipping past the other cars as though it wasn't even there. Inside were only two silent figures, the driver and young brunette boy slouching against the door with a sleepy expression. He watched as the other cars whipped past, like blurs on the street while they drove right on by without noticing him. It was a familiar sight, but this time different. Very different. This time it wasn't just to some temporary home that could keep him there for a week then pass him back to the Juvenile Detention center. Griff Jones' eyes fluttered gently, becoming heavy with sleep. He'd be determined to see the city as a whole before getting to his new forever home, but sleep weighed down on the boy like a heavy blanket.
Asleep so peacefully, Griff didn't stir once. If it had not been for the obnoxious grunt when they pulled into the driveway, he could have gone on sleeping right there on the leather seat.
Griff woke with a start, slurring a little. His head snapped up as the boy sat bolt upright. "Wha…? Who said that, i'll shank y-"
"No shanking the car, it's worth more than your life. Then again, so is everything." The driver growled.
Griff managed to hold his tongue, and stop a retort that may end him back in juvie.
Opening the door, the pair were met with the smiling face of Gerald McCormick. "Welcome to your new home, Griff."
It wasn't a pleasant face to see just after you woke up but it was a welcome one nonetheless. At least this face, meant that he was hopefully home and able to see Xander once more. Wrinkles deep-set in the older man's face seemed to fade for a moment as Gerald smiled at his newly adopted son. Griff offered a soft slime back while stepping out of the car, pulling his tattered and worn backpack onto his shoulder. His new father was grimacing a little at the sight of it and making a mental note that he would need to take this boy shopping soon.
"It's good to finally meet you." The older man smiled, having previous gone on his son's recommendations to adopt the boy. Him and his wife weren't entirely sure, but if their Xander wanted some former criminal then they would provide.
"You too, sir…" Griff said in a half-whisper.
But he wasn't looking at the old man. No, rather the fourteen-year-old was struggling to stay on his feet while backing up a few steps to get a good look at the house. A mansion of a thing, beautiful dark stones and columns of a deep marble with ivy woven around the length of them. Clean, shining windows with heavy red drapes pulls across them and a few pulled open to show off the inside of a bedroom. Griff could see one open to an empty-looking room, right next to one that seemed to be Xander's. Stacked full of jerseys, footballs and a wall of guitars. But the youth's attention didn't stay there long, as he looked along the length of his new home more, some hidden behind tall and perfectly trimmed green hedges. The driveway, he discovered, was a large circle stone path wrapping around a tall water fountain with a weeping statue of a woman nursing a child to her breast. The black car he had stepped out of, and was now being unpacked, was just one of five and definately the cheapest looking. All of it knocked the wind from Griff's gut, and he couldn't manage a word as Gerald grinned at the reaction.
"Come on now, you won't get a good view of it from out here." Gerald smiled, keeping his voice soft to not set the kid off. "How about you come and get the tour."
"S-sounds, uh, good…" Griff muttered, smiling softly.
The older man looked over to say thank you to the driver, to find that the black car was speeding out. He shook his head in annoyance before noticing that at least the driver had removed Griff's 'bags'. Basically just a tattered suitcase, which looked to be in worse condition then the boy's backpack and a couple of plastic bags with some clothing which had clearly been donated to make it look like Griff had more than he actually did.
He muttered to himself: "This won't do…"
"Sorry…" Griff muttered under his breath, having heard Gerald's mutter.
Griff allowed himself to be lead inside, a firm hand on his back as they crossed the threshold of two large open doors with intricate wooden designs carved into the surface. No nicks or scratches to be seen, or even gnawed at like his last home. They stepped inside and onto black, smooth tiled floors. The house instantly opened up into a wide foyer area, with an old grandfather clock and a few places for shoes, hats and coats. Gerald lead his son through one of the doors, into the heart of their home, leading down a few stairs and into the wide open space with a pool table in the center, right next to the living area.
"Nice… no holes! And no carved in gang signs… I could get used to this!" Griff grinned, looking around the house. "I don't even see any blood!"
Gerald cleared his throat slightly, fearing to imagine the kinds of places Griff had lived in before. All of them sounded terrible.
"Uh, yes… we try and keep the house free of those…"
"Nice! There's not even a smell!" Griff whistled. "You have it made, Mr. McCormick. So… um… is Xander home?"
Raising his eyebrow at the question, the older man smirked. "No, he is at practice… but his brother is around somewhere,"
"He has a brother?" Griff cried, jaw dropped.
"Mhm, a little rascal, too. TREVOR, come say hi!" Gerald's voice boomed, echoing in the vast home and bouncing all over the walls. He was surprised that the youngest McCormick was never brought up, but imagined that Xander was too busy with a guitar or chatting up the boy who became his little adoptive brother. "That means NOW, Mister!"
Sounds of bare feet running down the wooden stairs soon flooded Griff's ears, as what he assumed was Trevor and not the elephant it sounded like, made his way down. By the sound of the high pitched giggled mingled with the steps, the boy was a couple of years younger than him and definately energetic. Griff found himself to be right, as a twelve-year-old dirty-blond boy came rushing down from the stair nearby and bolted to his father's side. There was only a little resemblance between them, since this was one of the cutest boys Griff had ever seen. And he got to see a lot of him, as Trevor was wearing nothing but a pair of deep blue jocks. Taken a little off guard, the fourteen-year-old blushed a tinge of pink and shifted the erection threatening to pop up in his torn jeans. He'd seen even younger boys in less before, impossible to rein in, but Trevor was just the right age to turn him on without feeling like a creep.
But that surprise was nothing on what came next. Gerald reached behind his son and groped the little ass through his jocks.
"Don't feel like you need to hide that. He's showing manners wearing underwear for once… aint ya?" The man grinned, then tickling his boy.
Trevor only grinned widely and playfully giggled out a: "Dadddddieeeee!"
"You, um… you do that with your son, sir?" Griff asked, although he couldn't imagine this cute boy being fucked by his father, that sweet, sweet ass being used but some old guy. However, the thought of Xander using his little brother was a hot thought that made the hardon in his pants worse. He was a little divided with the mental image of Xander on all fours, taking his father's cock and being slammed into the dirty-blond boy's behind.
"No, Griff. It's quite rude to assume," Gerald replied in a tone that seemed anything from the truth.
"Daddy!" Trevor giggled. "Stop lying, you know you like smacking my toosh!"
Gerald shook his head before smiling softly at his youngest son.
The trio of males were joined by the chuckling arrival of a high-class dressed woman, with Griff noticing that the clothes looked to be all upper class designer makes. Amused she wrapped a arm around her youngest son "You are aware of the clothing in your cupboard right Trevor? Oh, and who do we have here?"
"Is he Xander's new boyfriend?" Trevor asked innocently, swapping from his father to hugging his mother's side.
Slinging an arm around his model wife, Gerald showed off a proud smirk and hugged her in close, wedging Trevor between them both. Then it almost looked like he was going in for a kiss but stopped when the woman moved away slightly. "Uhh, this is our new son, remember dear? He's just gotten here today, actually. Griff this is your new mother, Tamara."
Moving closer to the fourteen-year-old, the woman bent over. "Oh, this is Griff? He is such a adorable cutie! I hope you love being here with us!"
With a shaking lip, Griff jutted out his hand. A tingle of pink painted his cheeks. "Uhh, n-nice to meet you ma'am…"
Tamara took his hand gently. Her skin was smooth to the touch and made him act as a gentleman, lifting their hands then dropping back down. But there was a slightly confused look to Tamara's face as she brought her hand back, resting it on her side. In that moment Griff couldn't help but look at her like a high class model. Just like the ones Xander showed him in a few porno mags he snuck into camp. Actually, thinking on it Griff swore that she looked the exact same as one of the naked women on the front cover of a very used mag. One that Xander was always keen on showing him when they got a little bit of time away from the dorks, Ravi and Jorge. Griff was still annoyed that Xander would never jerk off in front of him. All the teen wanted out of Kikiwaka was to see that sexy jocks cock, but never got the chance.
There was a half hour of small talk following meeting his new mother, in which Griff and Gerald played a round of pool that ended in the boy losing. Trevor stuck around, giggling and running a few laps around the house while they played and asking his new big brother what he liked and saying that it was fun to play in underwear. Which the younger boy refused to cover up, despite both parents telling him that he should go put on some clothes and that this wasn't the best way to meet his new brother. Trevor and Griff both disagreed, despite the later not saying anything to that effect. He didn't want his new parents to think that he is a pervert. Then again, the first thing his new father had done upon introducing Trevor was grope the almost naked boy's ass.
Soon enough, after a long glass of wine and a sweet kiss on her new son's cheek, Tamara retired to the screening room with an offhanded invite to be joined. Although a silent film didn't seem all too fun. She left the men to their fun, who then reset the table for another quick game that Griff won when Gerald sunk the blackball. Then he left, too. Something about a video call with some high-end client about a new stadium being built in the city. While he didn't know if the kid was telling the truth, Trevor swore that Gerald's phone calls about that stadium never involved the man talking about it. Instead they seemed to always involve noises that he would hear from his parents bedroom, late at night.
"Sooooo wanna see the house? It's huuuuuuuuuge! I've never been everywhere in here before since mommy and daddy don't let me go everywhere. Xander says he doesn't know what everything is, either." Trevor said plainly.
"Sure but question, just how much sugar have you had today little man…" Griff teased, as the younger boy almost bounced in his spot.
Trevor stopped for a long moment, looking to be in a moment of thought. Counting on his fingers while still bouncing on the balls of his feet. It felt like it took forever for Trevor to answer. A smile crossed his face as he determined: "All of it."
"Thought so…"
The twelve-year-old grinned widely in response.
"How about you show me my room? I've got noooo clue where it is," Griff asked, looking around the wide room and still being taken off guard. He left out "Plus I need to nut one out seeing you like that."
"Ooh! That's easy, it's like right next to mine! We share a connected bathroom!" Trevor beamed.
'F-Fuck… now I'm going to be seeing him like that or more…' Griff internally groaned, guessing that he was going to be busting his nuts a lot more, just from his new family.
"Xander's lucky, he gets a bathroom IN his room. But only we can access our bathroom! So you can shower with me now,"
Beaming, the youth took his adoptive brother's hand in his own and started for the stairs as if he hadn't said anything about taking a shower with his twinkish new big brother. They climbed a flight of stairs, with Griff's eyes glued to the small tan mounds of flesh on his little brother. He could feel his cock twitch and throb as it flexed with every step. Then Trevor rushed ahead, his jocks slipped slightly, showing that his ass was tan beneath the fabric that had Griff audibly moaning out. Trevor turned back, grinning innocently and knowing full well what caused it. So he didn't fix up his clothes, leaving the piece of his tan ass showing while rushing onto the second story.
He pouted a little, as he continued his thought. "Xander used to, but then he got hairs and Daddy moved him to his new bedroom!"
Griff joined him on the second story then looked up and down the hall. It was long, with halls in either of the walls leading further onto the floors. There were toys strewn along the floor leading from one room at the far left end. To his surprise, Trevor set off the other direction. Glancing back every few steps to the room, becoming curious as Trevor took his hand once more. 'A toy room, maybe? Bet he's got a big TV in there and that Fortnite thing… such a twelvie.'
He would later find out he was correct, much to his own amusement. Among the mountain of toys and games thrown around like a little arena for Trevor to make his playthings fight in was one of the biggest screens Griff had ever laid eyes on. Rivalling the size of the big screen on the Ross screening room.
The fourteen-year-old gulped when they were crossing by Xander's room. A slight shiver ran down his spine. There were two more doors, one against the end of the wall and his own, the one right next to Xander's. But before they reached his door, Griff swallowed his courage and asked in a low voice: "So… um, wh-what did you and Xander do… in the shower?"
Trevor giggled.
"We cleaned…"
Griff opened his mouth to ask what he meant by 'cleaning' but they had already reached his door. Inside was almost bigger than any house he had ever lived in, and the teen couldn't believe his eyes. They must have been tricking him.
A clean, white bed topped with a few small stacks of clothes and a pair of sneakers that Xander knew he wanted. There were a lot less underwear than expected, but Griff thought he already knew why. He noticed, however, a jockstrap sitting there on top. He had always thought Xander was lying about his father's fascination with those. Already the boy knew he wouldn't wear it much. A key to the house, and a towel of his own for the bathroom with 'GJ' sewn into the edge. There was a fine, dark-wood desk and a laptop, tablet and phone already sitting there lined up for Griff to set up when he had the time. Already tears were welling up in his eyes. No one had ever treated him this well, and Griff never expected a simple forced summer of camp to lead to something anywhere near this. If Trevor wasn't there, the ex-Juvie kid would be on his knees crying tears of joy.
He couldn't let the twelvie see him as the uncool brother.
"This is… this is amazing! It's like, three times bigger than any old rooms of mine, and so much cleaner than I could EVER hope for!" Griff exclaimed suddenly, stepping in and taking in the sight.
Trevor giggled. "You should see the bathroom!"
Without realising it, Griff blurted out: "I kinda wanna see your ass first."
Despite the massive smile on his face, Trevor blushed. Happy that his new brother was just like the rest of his family.
"Y-You could have just asked… big bro?"
His voice was questioning as he said the last two words.
"N-no wait I didn't mean that I-!" The words died quickly in Griff's throat, watching in awe as his new sexy little brother went over the the bed and leaned over the mattress. Shaking his sexy tan ass a little, Trevor smirked and teased the hem of his jocks, showing off a little of the juicy bubble butt. Even as the brunette boy attempted to speak with quivering lips, he could only moan out as the jocks fully lowered, Griff just left standing there, staring at the behind of a twelve-year-old boy he now called a brother. "Oh holy fuck that's hot…"
"Really? Xander just says its cute…"
Griff gulped, not willing to speak on the matter. He stepped in closer, closing the gap between them and kneeling down without control. His nervous hands travelling up the tan boy's smooth legs, who moaned in response to the touch. "Umm, can I touch your perfect little ass?"
"How can my butt be perfect?" Trevor giggled.
"Because," Griff moaned, moving now to grope the soft cheeks and squeeze them gently. His breathing hitched as his thumbs slipped into the crack, spreading Trevor's juicy ass open. "Your ass is too good to be anything else…"
"You are weird…" Trevor grinned, wiggling his ass a little for his new older brother.
Griff just smiled and finally understood why his new father had groped his son's jocks covered ass. Now that he had it in his hands, he couldn't work out why he hadn't groped this beautiful perfection. He widened the crack and took a good look at the light-pink rosebud winking at him. He somewhat hated how much his cock was throbbing and begging to get close to the rosebud.
"Then I'll fit in here, won't I little brother?" Griff grinned, his thumb running over the tight small hole of his new little brother.
"In my butt or in the house? I dunno, my butt's pretty tight. Xander has to push my head down onto the bed and really do it hard to get all of it in there. You might though, I dunno…"
The boy sounded like just getting his ass pounded hard like that was absolutely nothing. But for Griff it was the biggest turn on ever. He swore he could just cream in his pants already, and that would be that. Trevor's ass in his hands while talking about being fucked by Xander's beefy cock.
"Or, Daddy and Mommy have better luck with their toy though… you could use that?" Trevor suggested, shrugging a little.
"T-TOY!?"
He was a little confused about why he was more shocked at them using a toy, then he was that Trevor was playing with his parents.
"Mhm, but it's in my room." Trevor said, moaning slightly as he leaned over the bed. He couldn't keep quiet with the hands cupping his ass just right, then a thumb brushed against his hole. "It's like a little dickie, but plastic… and it like vibrates…"
All of a sudden Griff interrupted his little brother's talk of his parents vibrator, with the fourteen-year-old's tongue having a mind of its own and trailing up the crack in that juice, fine ass.
"Holy, MOMMA!" Trevor cried out, jumping a little as Griff's tongue ran across his rosebud.
Loving the sound of Trevor's cry, Griff continued to tongue the young boy's cute rosebud, pushing against it but not forcing it open just yet. His thumbs worked around the hole to spread it open every so slightly, making the taste even better while working up that smooth ass. Griff couldn't believe it, licking Trevor's slutty ass like that. He moaned around the smooth hills and worked in deeper, shooting bedroom eyes up to the younger boy with every eager lap up or down. The tiny cocklet of his new little brother hung stiff below, and he suddenly felt the need to suck it.
"Oooh I don't hear that one much out of you, little bro… Hey there Griff," Came a voice from the doorway, with a buff shirtless teenager dripping with sweat leaning against the doorframe and looking cocky as he watched his little brothers having fun without him.
"Uh, o-oh… Hey Xan… why didn't you tell me you had a little brother?" Griff pouted, looking back at the muscular boy for a moment before returning to happily tonguing the crack of his new little brother. "Especially one with such a perfect little butt, a tasty one too…"
Xander shrugged and lazily entered the room. He openly palmed the cock in his sweats, looking hard and heavy as it slipped around in his football jockstrap. When he reached the two, Xander leaned down and gave Griff's ass a nice firm spank, with his hand lingering to grope. "Why give you someone else to jerk off to, when you have me little brother."
His hand stayed on Griff's ass for a few moments until the youngest of the trio spoke up with a whining pout.
"Hey! Where's my hello!"
Xander straightened up and tugged lightly at his youngest brother's dirty-blond hair. He growled in the younger boy's ear with that sexy, but dorky, smirk of his. "Don't be a brat and I will say hello, okay Trev?"
The younger boys eyes watered and his bottom lip pushed out but he nodded. A sight that made Griff feel a little bad, that he was getting in between the two brothers, who clearly had fun together.
"Good Trev," Xander said and spanked his brother's ass around Griff's hands. It wasn't the usual lifting him up with a finger in his ass, but it would do. "Hey little brother,"
"W-where's my kiss!" Trevor pouted.
The buff older boy rolled his eyes and moved onto the other end of the bed, knowing that Griff's eyes were on him the whole time despite shamelessly licking up the crack of his 'innocent' little brother's ass like it was nothing. Nothing rare, the McCormicks usually had that effect on people. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac in the air, but many of guests had ended up with their faces buried in the adorable behind of Trevor McCormick or around someone's cock. He still remembered the times he caught their mother paying his babysitters with her body, rather then giving them cash. Many a teenager had left this mansion happily relieved. Griff was no different and they were loving it. Xander smirked, kneeling down and cupping his brother's face, closing the gap between their faces and eagerly swallowing Trevor's tongue. They stayed there, kissing and making out while swapping dominance between one and other. Meanwhile, Griff's tongue worked the other hole hungrily. He felt like fingering it, too, but didn't know how much was too far. Not even if he could tongue fuck the perfect little boy ass. Neither of his brothers were complaining about this however, so he thought it was safe to continue tongue bathing the perfectly inviting ass.
"Damn Trevvy, has Griff gotten you into a mood? You don't normally kiss like this outside of Family Night?" Xander smiled, teasing the twelve-year-old who blushed bright in response.
Trevor giggled lightly, pushing his ass back against Griff's talented tongue. Wondering a little on where he had learned to use it. "Hmm, we need more Family Nights. Can we do one tonight!? Can we, can we, can weeeeeeeeeee!?"
"Now, now, you know we do those on Saturdays little man. Mom and Dad are to busy…" Xander smiled, giving his little brother another light kiss to stop the upcoming pout.
"But I wanna see you do Griffy! Xanderrrrr! Pleeeeeease make mommy and daddy do one!" The boy begged with all his heart, making his new big brother's cheeks turn pink.
"Come on, Trev… you know they won't rush it! Remember when our cousins Parker and Prestyn came over? We had to wait a whole two weeks before they agreed to let them join us." Xander soothed, rubbing the younger boys back. It seemed to do little to nothing, as Trevor was still wiggling around like a brat and muttering under his breath that he wanted to see Griff getting some 'love time'. "We had to wait until they played with Mommy and Daddy, and their mommy and daddy had joined to."
The pout and whine released by the younger boy, had Griff's pink tinged cheeks getting redder.
"Now you be quiet and we can have some fun together later since Griff aint allowed yet." Xander said with a smirk.
"Will you bend me over again and you know?" Trevor beamed, his whine forgotten at the idea of Xander playing with him.
Xander let out a husky growl, feeling up the boy's back and tugging lightly at his dirty-blond hair. Looking over at Griff, the fourteen-year-old was hiding his blush by burying his face in Trevor's sweet little ass, licking and moaning as he finally got the courage to deeply tongue-fuck that tight puckered hole. Both little brothers seemed to be enjoying themselves, moaning like there was no tomorrow as Xander watched on rubbing his bulging cock.
"Mmm, might have to do you preeeeeetty hard after demanding so much… Trevvy. Plus, your ass is gonna tighten if you cum with Griffy doing that much to you."
"Gonna roughly do my perfect little boy ass, as Griffy here calls it, big bro?" Trevor teased, his twelve-year-old annoying little brother self coming out a little as he stirred his brothers.
Xander reached over and gave said ass a quick little spank. "Well I can't disagree… you do have a pretty nice little boy butt for a annoying brat."
"No. It's PERFECT!" Trevor protested. "My new big bro said so!"
Griffy shoved his tongue all the way inside the younger boy's hot young ass. Both thumbs spreading the whole open wider for a better access. Smirking and moaning around the hole as the brat argued. Xander seemed to like the view, with Griff lightly biting the fine ass cheeks while groping the other, then sinking back down the middle to lick up the ass crack. "I did tell him it was a perfect ass, and I say I'm still right. Huh, Trev?"
"Y-Yes! I have a perfect butt! Unlike Xander!" Trevor giggled.
Now Griff spanked his ass. "Um, no? Xander also has a perfect ass."
Pouting with his puppy dog eyes and bottom lip pushed out once more, Trevor threatened the water works. "B-But mine is better right, big brother?"
Licking up the ass, the brunette smirked. "Yep,"
"See Xandy! My ass is awesome, Griff says so!" Trevor teased, poking his tongue out after releasing a light moan from Griff's tongue running against his young rosebud once more.
"Uh huh, and everything Griff says is correct."
Xander rolled his eyes. Climbing up on top of the bed he reached over and spanked his youngest brother. While Griff was busy licking and tonguing the virgin-tight hole the older teenage boy slipped underneath Trevor and stroked the younger boy's little stiff cock hanging down below, jerking off his already on-edge little brother who moaned uncontrollably in response. His mouth open in a wide 'O' shape of utter pleasure as his orgasm came near. Despite all the trying, he had never been able to have a wet orgasm, and it didn't happen this time either, as the boy's young body shook with an amazing orgasm after the double assault on his body. Xander and Griff moaned out loud as the boy's sounds of sex filled the room, ones tongue sinking deep into the tightness while Xander rubbed and spanked the little ass hard.
"XANDY!" Trevor whined, as his brother's larger hand firmly squeezed his smaller member. The length being nearly completely wrapped by the older teen's hand.
Griff broke off and smirked. "Holy shit, did he just cream himself?"
Xander smirked and pulled his hand off of his little brother's small length, which allowed the young twelvie to collapse onto the bed. "He's a light weight at times."
"I'm so going to love it here…"
The trio of boys were interrupted by the sound of their mother's voice.
"Well, we are thrilled to hear that Griff, but we hope it's not just because Trevor's a little hound dog."