Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2011 23:28:49 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Belgium Orphanage (gay/adult youth. orsal anal, b/m/ b/M...)
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Belgium Orphanage
By
Wolf
My brother and I were put in a State boarding home when I was
7-years- old and my brothers were 5 and 4 respectively. We had been
removed from the custody of our parents because they were unfit to have
custody of children. I was naive enough not to understand they were bad
parents. They were all I knew, so I ran away from the home several times
to look for my parents. Because they were shiftless they never stayed in
the same place more than a few weeks. I never knew if they still lived in
Belgium, and I didn't understand that they were worthless until I was a
teenager.
The first home my brothers and I were sent to was an L-shaped
building. The director lived on the ground floor on the short side of the
building with his family. The ground floor of the long side of the
building was office, dining room, classrooms and store room. The second
floor was dorm rooms, two rooms for staff members and bathrooms.
I kept running away until they separated me from my brothers, and
placed me in a closed boarding school when I was 8 or 9-years-old. I have
to say it was more like a prison than a school. It had about 100 boys
ranging in age from 7 to 14-years-old. That was where I learned to
masturbate.
The older boys took me aside and showed me how to masturbate, and
then some of them insisted that I masturbate them too. Other boys were
friendlier and got me to engage in mutual masturbation. I swear that every
night I was either engaged in mutual masturbation or having to masturbate
older boys. Any time we were left unsupervised long enough there was a lot
of masturbation of older boys. Then I was moved again.
This home was built in around a big square, creating an even more
prison look. We slept in a dormitory, but the staff had their own rooms.
I had not been in the home long before I saw staff members come into the
dorm and wake up boys, and take them to their rooms. At that time I didn't
have any idea what was going on.
When I was 12 they moved me to another facility in Mechelen,
Belgium. I was the youngest boy there. The oldest guys there were
20-years-old. There was no transition period. I was put in the general
population the first day. On the second day one of the older guys
approached me, after I took a shower. He was waving his dick at me as an
invitation for me to play with it. I was not shy at all about public sex.
I approached him and stood kind 'a behind him so that I could reach around
his body, and took hold of his cock, and jacked him off. I masturbated him
until he squirted cum on the tiled shower wall. It did not take long for
the word to get around that I was a horny little bitch.
It was only a short time before another boy about 14 or 15
approached me. He came to my room at night for a mutual masturbation
party. His name was Marcel, and he was a little taller than me. He was a
blond with a ruddy complexion. After a couple of visits he put his hand on
the back of my neck and pushed me down towards his cock. I was not
resisting at all, and in fact, my mouth was watering at the prospect of
tasting his adult sized cock. I pulled back his ample foreskin, so that I
could study what his cock looked like and smell his cock. I loved the way
his mushroom head was wet under his foreskin. It had a strong smell of
ammonia and had a bitter sweet taste when I licked the knob. I continued
jacking him off while sucking on his cock. I swallowed his load. After
that night he would suck my cock before I sucked him off.
One of the administrators and educators not only facilitated our
activities, he participated too. He was about 30-years-old, with short
black hair, and was in good physical condition. After I had been at the
home for about three months, he asked me to follow him to his room. I
assumed that he had heard rumors about my sexual activities. I was not
sure if he was going punish me or if he was going to make me have sex with
him. I knew enough about the staff at the homes to know that some of them
liked to play with the boys. When we were behind closed doors, I didn't
resist him when he started stroking my body.
He undressed me completely before taking out his cock. He had me
bend over and suck on his big old smelly cock to get it hard. When he was
ready he had me lay on his bed, and while he held my legs up by the ankles,
as he lubricated my asshole with some sort of cold greasy stuff. Then he
lined up his cock with my little asshole. I feared what he was going to do
to me. He told me to relax or it would hurt a lot more than necessary. I
whined like a baby as he inserted his cock into my ass. I was afraid that
it was going to rip the flesh open. He inserted a little then pulled out
slightly. That relieved the pressure for a moment, before he inserted it
back into me a little deeper each time, I couldn't believe it when he
actually had his body pressed tightly against my butt. I was making
grunting noises while he fucked me. Both of us were sweating by the time
he deposited his load of cum in my body. When he withdrew from my butt, I
felt liquid dripping down the bottom of my body. I was not sure if it was
not blood.
I reached under my leg and wiped the bottom of my butt, and looked
at my fingers. When I saw my fingers I was relieved to see that it was
white cum with a little streak of brown running across my finger,
indicating fecal material.
The teacher took the time while I rested to remove his clothes.
His cock was wet, shiny, and quickly growing flaccid. It slowly went from
an erect rod to a limp hose. He pulled me up to a sitting position before
stuffing his limp cock in my mouth to have me suck his cock clean. Then he
allowed me to rest while he recovered too. That was just the first the
fucked me that afternoon. After we had recovered he had me play with his
cock until he was hard again. The next day I was more than willing to
follow him to his room again. For the next year I was his love-boy. It
all came to an end by my own fault.
Marcel was the one boy I was close to, but together with him since
I started seeing the instructor. In a way I felt guilty about that. When
I found time to visit Marcel's room I had to apologize to him for
neglecting him without saying too much about the instructor. To appease
him I allowed him to fuck my ass. I would frequently find ways to be with
each of them without the other's knowledge.
One day the inevitable happened, Marcel and I were caught by the
instructor. He must have seen Marcel and another boy entering my room.
Obviously I had forgotten to lock the door, and suddenly it opened while
Marcel was fucking me doggy style. He only held the door open for a second
before closing it and leaving without saying anything. The next day I went
to his room, and he fucked me, but it was different. He was not tender
about it. It was raw and brutal. When he finished fucking me, he said,
"I'm disappointed with you! It is finished!"
Nothing I did after that made any difference. The following days I
tried to make eye contact with him. I tried to follow him to his room, but
he didn't want anything to do with me anymore. It was as if I was damaged
goods after having sex with another boy.
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