Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 06:06:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Geoff Maguire <justa.writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Letters to an old freind #1

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material wherever you are) please leave now. This series of imaginary
letters includes depictions of underage persons of both gender (and
combinations thereof) engaging in sexual behavior of various kinds. It also
depicts what may be considered physical and sexual abuse directed against
young persons. If this offends you or is illegal to read in fictional form
where you are you may also wish to pass on this series.

Although in some respects inspired by real events described in the media,
this story and all the characters in it are fictional.  Any similarity to
real persons living or dead is completely unintentional and coincidental.
For web surfers with a fact checking detective bent, be aware that a number
of settings including the various schools, the town of Nottingham
Connecticut and various public agencies are also fictional.  Readers with
more prurient interests should also be aware that the FTP newsgroup
mentioned in the series "alt.fan.nubileboys" also does not exist to the
best of the author's knowledge.

One more time with feeling: To those whose mother tongue is not English,
Police officers cruising the internet pretending to be children, or sad
individuals inclined to try and live out fantasy, "fiction" means: It's
just a story! I made it up in my head.  There now; hopefully we can all
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Letters to an old Friend #1


Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Clarence Washington IV
Inmate #  787655
Federal Correction Facility
Danbury CT


Dear Clarence,

	I hope you are not surprised to hear from me. It been almost two
years since we last saw each other and I have been wondering how you were
making out. I read that guys in prison for having sex with kids have a hard
time. I think they call it "short eyes".  I hope you are not having it to
bad. I also read that guys have lots of sex in prison. Since I know you
like to get some every day I hope that part is true.

	It's been a strange couple of years since everything went crazy. I
have been through some changes. I spent almost year in "therapy' with this
bitch social worker named Madelyn. She tried every thing she could think of
to get me to "disclose". I never did though. I enjoyed what we did. In the
end it didn't matter because they found those pictures you took of me and
they didn't leave much to the imagination. Those Polaroid's that TC took of
you fucking me kind of sealed the deal. Once they had you, they dropped me
like a hot potato. They don't like uncooperative "survivors" down at the
Child Protection Directorate.

	While they were trying get me to "disclose", they showed me some of
the pictures and then I went on the internet and found the rest. The whole
collection shows up on alt.fan.nubileboys about once a month. It was a
little weird at first seeing myself all bare in a public place like
that. But now that I'm used to it, I kind of feel like a star. My favorite
one is the one where I'm standing with the skateboard. The skateboard is
pitched up at almost exactly the same angle as my boner. You really are a
good photographer. I really like the look of my body in that one; I'm all
smooth and sleek and have no hair on me. I have grown about two inches
since you last saw me and my pubes came in so now I shave them. I hate
being hairy. I have learned how to shave and wax better than any 14 year
old boy you ever met. I even do it for some friends now. I am thinking of
learning electrolysis when I get done with school. I want to be an artist
and photographer but keeping the world free of ugly body hair could be a
good fall back.
	The day you were arrested, the Nottingham cops came and took me out
of school. They took me to the police station and we sat in the car outside
for a while. The detective got in my face and said that I might be in real
trouble and that he wanted to "help" me with my problem.  All I had to do
was say what you did to me and name any other kids I knew about. I got
really scared and said I wanted to talk to my parents. He started cursing
then because I guess if you say that they can't ask you any more questions
till the "rents" show up. They took me inside then and started acting all
nice, asking me if I wanted a soda and stuff.
	When my parents came my Mom was all like crying and stuff but my
Dad acted like he was totally disgusted and ashamed to be there. They asked
me the same questions about you again. I said I only met you once and you
never did anything to me. The detective kept saying he knew that wasn't
true and my Dad started yelling at me to tell. He got so pissed that he
grabbed me by the shirt and started shaking me. The detective totally let
him do it and they only stopped when my Mom started crying. They left me
alone in the room for a while. Then the detective came back. He said that
my folks had left and that I was going to the Child Protection home for
"tests". That sounded kind of scary.

	When we got there it was this place with one big building and lots
of little houses around it with plaques in front that said things like
"Cottage Three "the Unicorn family" There were mostly little kids playing
all around. They took me in the big building and we went upstairs to a
place called the medical unit. Everyone seemed to know I was coming and the
nurses' all said "Hi Kris" when I walked in like they had known me for
years. A nurse about my Moms age named Carol 29 took me into an exam
room. It had a table with these metal things on it. She got out a bunch of
paper bags and said "Now Kris, we are not here to punish you. As far as I'm
concerned you have not done any thing wrong. We are only here to help you."
I was going to hear this same little speech over and over for the next
three weeks. Now Kris, I want you too take of your clothes handing each
item to me so I can place them in these bags and label them. I said:

"You want me to just strip? I mean like totally nude?"

 "Yes dear, but don't worry Kris we are not like the bad man who hurt you."

I said "what bad man? She kind of frowned.

	She looked like I didn't have much choice so I started stripping;
she took my pants, shirt, and shoes one at a time gave them a looking over
like she thought I had bugs or something. I stood there in my tighty
whiteys while she bagged them and labeled them. It was time for the big
show. I'm not really that modest (you should know). I used go nude to
shower at home in front of my Mom and sisters and of course my brothers,
but getting bare assed in front of a lady I just met was king of weird;
even for me. Still she looked like she meant business so I bent over, slid
down my undies, and handed them to her. She proceeded to inspect them like
they were the most fascinating thing she had ever seen, holding them up to
the light. She left me standing there naked and shivering while she did
it. The cool air on my bare body and the tenseness of the situation began
to get to me and my dick began to stiffen and get hard. The next thing I
know it was curved up like a banana and bouncing against my tummy. Carol 29
finally put my briefs in the paper bag and turned to me. She tried to look
nonchalant but I could hear her breath in quickly and she looked away. She
handed me a paper gown, told me to have a seat on the table.

	I sat there for a while. I could hear Carol 29 talking to someone
outside but could only pick out the words "sexualized" and
"erection". Finally the door opened and a tall woman with glasses and a
white lab coat came. She stared at me for a moment before she spoke.

"Good Afternoon Kris, I'm Dr Carol Gordon, I am here to examine you and
collect evidence. Now Kris we are not here to punish you yada yada^Å"

She began examine me in the normal way a doctor would if you were getting a
physical. She looked in my ears and my mouth and listened to my chest with
a stethoscope. Then she did some strange things. She had me put this paper
circle in my mouth and get it all wet with saliva. Then she clipped some of
my hair. She carefully put all this stuff in little envelopes and labeled
them.  At this point she told me to lie on the exam table. She went to a
stool on the end and told me to scoot my bottom down to the end. As she did
this she took my legs and put them in the metal things. My bum, cock,
balls, and hole were now completely spread and on display for her to
see. My boner instantly returned. She acted completely casual as she
grabbed my cock measuring it with a small ruler, then she started feeling
my sack. She took this thing that look like a bunch olives on a ring and
compared them to my balls until she found one the same size. She spoke into
her tape recorder with her measurements as she went along. Then she took
this wet thing and rubbed it up and down my boner. She had this funny smile
on her face while she did. It tickled and I giggled a little. She took the
wet thing and put in a plastic bag and labeled it. Finally she got to my
bum hole. She ran her finger lightly up and down that little seam between
that goes from my sack to my hole and ran it around the ring. I shuddered
because it felt nice then I heard her gasp and realized she had discovered
it.

	Dr Gordon had discovered Kris's incredible magic hiney hole; my
very own bedroom magic trick. Fucking with you and TC required me to get
used to a couple of huge cocks in my bum. That practice you had me do with
the rotating vibrator thing really worked. Not only did I learn to take
your "Alabama Black Snake" up my backside, just the touch of a cock or even
a finger makes my hole spread like the entrance to the Lincoln tunnel.  She
got totally stoked when she saw that. She picked up a camera and started
snapping pictures of my hole. She opened the door and called out. Carol 29
and another prettier nurse came in and they all stood gawking at my
hole. They acted like I wasn't even there. Then she said:

"Now Kris you're not in trouble..(yada yada) but did the bad man ever put
anything in your fanny?"  I said: "what bad man?"

She looked annoyed and said" "Well dear.. Sometime boys like to play at
putting things up there like each others penis or fruit or other things^Å
Do you ever do things like that?

I replied "heck no". She looked annoyed again.

	"Well Kris, just the same I'm going to have to check your bottom to
make sure no one has hurt you there."

 Then she wheeled this machine over that had some kind of a special
microscope looking thing on it She peered through this lens adjusting it
like binoculars an started clicking the camera. This went on for a few
minutes and she looked real pleased with her self. Then she put on a fresh
glove and squirted some clear jelly on it.

" Now Kris what I'm going to do is not sex like the bad man did to
you.. It's just to make sure your bottom is healthy."

I said: "What Bad man?"

 She started to really look annoyed and poked her finger in my hole really
hard. The jelly was cold and I clamped down on her finger. She smiled a
little and pushed her finger in harder. Her finger began going back and
forth twirling round and round inside me. After a while she started rubbing
the top part of my hole and took hold of my penis with her other hand
rubbing it up and down. Her breathing became louder and her eyes were
closed. Small beads of sweat were on her forehead and upper lip. The finger
inside me found that special spot behind my balls and my dick started to
tingle. I could feel that I was going to cum. I said "
      Ma'am, uh I mean doctor^Å excuse me but I think I'm gonna^Ågonna".

      In a little girls voice she said breathlessly:

      "It's OK dear.. Its just part of the examination nnnot like the
baaaad man."

       I said: What Bad man?"

       And came harder than I ever had before. My whole body shuddered in
the stirrups and I heard my self whimpering.

	I felt dizzy for a few minutes then all relaxed. Dr Gordon stood up
with her face still flushed and said:

      " Now Kris, don't be concerned, this all part of the procedure."

       She lifted my gown and I looked down. Several little globs of clear
liquid were on my tummy. This was the first time this had happened. I'd had
many a nice cummy before but they were always dry. Dr Gordon ran her gloved
finger thorough some of it and held it up close to her face for a second
looking at in the light. Her mouth was open and for a second I thought she
was going to taste it. After a second she like jerked out of her trance,
shook a little and said:

      "OK Kris that will be all for now". Before I go is there anything you
would like to tell me? I mean about the bad man or whatever."

       I said What Bad man?"

      She scowled, turned on her heal, and left the room with out saying
anything. I didn't know it yet but this lady was going to make my bum hole
an even bigger star than you and the Neckdorf sisters..

	Well I guess that all for now my homey. I'll understand if you
can't write back. They say you are not allowed to communicate with your
"victims" If I can I'll try to send you some cigarettes. I know you don't
smoke but I hear you can use them to bribe the screws. I'll write again
soon

Yours truly, Kristian