Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2010 05:44:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: RM Dexter <rmdexter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Born to Suck Ch.1  (Revised)

Born to Suck       Chapter 1      by rmdexter

The following story is based on one I read myself many years ago. I can't
remember the author's name or even the name of the story. I really liked
the story and so I will try to re-create a little of what I remember. If
anyone recognizes it, please contact me with the name and author....and
especially if it is available for viewing at a website. My apologies to the
author of the original story; I do not mean to plagiarize it in any way, I
just want to share a story that I personally loved with
others......rmdexter

I finished eating my breakfast and as the other boys from the group home
drifted outside or back up to their rooms, I went and sat on the little
wooden bench on the opposite side of the hallway from Mr. Jarvis'
office. His door was closed and I felt a little anxious just sitting there
waiting. It felt like being called to the Principal's office at school when
you'd been bad. Usually when Mr. Jarvis wanted to talk to you in his
office, it was because you'd gotten into some kind of trouble. I sat there
fidgeting, wondering once again if he'd forgotten about me or if I'd heard
him wrong. I looked at the clock over the front entrance, 8:05. As I was
thinking that maybe I'd been mistaken and that I should just go back to my
room, I looked up as his office door opened.

"Joey, right on time. C'mon in," he said as he looked furtively down the
hallway to see if anyone else was around. As I got up from my seat
tentatively and stepped into his office, I noticed that he had a fine sheen
of perspiration on his forehead and his face appeared a little flushed. He
was also kind of tucking in his shirt as I went by him and then he adjusted
his belt. I figured he must have just finished using the private bathroom
he had in the back of his office. As I stood in front of his desk waiting
for him, I watched as he closed the office door and then I was surprised to
see him push the little button by the handle that locked the door. I
wondered what that was all about.

"You're what, 13 now, Joey?" he asked.

"Yes sir. I had my birthday a little while ago."

"13, that's a nice age. Have a seat," he said as he motioned to the two
chairs sitting in front of his big desk. As I sat perched on the front of
one of the chairs, Mr. Jarvis reached into his back pocket and pulled out a
hankerchief. As he moved behind his desk, he raised it to his face and
wiped off his sweaty brow before sticking it back into his pocket. "Yeah, I
noticed yesterday that you looked even frailer and more peaked than usual,
Joey. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" he asked with a concerned look on
his face.

"I....I feel fine, sir," I said.


"Well, just to be on the safe side, I think you should start taking some
extra vitamins on a regular basis," he said as he leaned forward and
started to slide open the top left-hand drawer of his desk.

"Uh....okay. If you think I should, Mr. Jarvis."

"I do Joey. I think that would be the best thing for you," he said with a
smile as he lifted a clear plastic cup out of the drawer. As he moved
around the desk and held it in front of him, I could see a milky-white
liquid moving about slightly in the bottom of the cup. The medicine looked
pretty thick and creamy and I could even see a couple of drops of it
sticking to the inside of the clear plastic. He must have dropped those
there when he poured it into the cup for me. He came right around the desk
and held the cup out towards me.

"Here you go, Joey," he said as he handed me the cup and then perched
himself on the front edge of the desk. "This medicine is high in vitamins
and protein. It's just the thing for a boy like you."

"Thank you sir," I said as I took the cup in both hands and looked down
into it. I could see close up that the liquid was not a smooth white color;
it was kind of pearly with almost swirls of some clear areas and then some
thicker looking whiter areas. As I held it right in front of my face, it
had a very subtle fragrance. It didn't smell like anything I'd smelt
before; it smelled.....I don't know....kind of warm and comforting
almost. I sniffed again and tried to identify the scent.

"What flavor is that, banana cream?" I asked as I looked up at him
questioningly. For some reason this made him give a soft chuckle.

"Banana cream?" he said with raised eyebrows and then gave me a big
smile. "I guess you could say that. Yeah, cream from the old banana." I
held the cup up to my nose again and took another good long sniff. I liked
the different feeling I was getting as the distinctive new scent filled my
senses. I could feel my eyes close peacefully as I breathed deep one more
time and let the peculiar smell settle right on my tastebuds.

"C'mon, Joey, drink it up now, son," Mr. Jarvis said as he looked at me
intently. "We don't want you to get sick now, do we?"

"No sir," I said as I brought the small plastic cup up to my lips. I could
feel his eyes on me as I tipped the glass up. I looked down into the cup
and could see the thick creamy liquid start to slide sluggishly toward my
mouth. As the leading edge started to settle on my tongue, I was surprised
to find that it was slightly warm, almost at body temperature. I had
expected it to be cold. As I tipped the cup up a little higher, one big gob
of the gooey medicine slid forth right onto my tongue. I lowered the cup
and closed my mouth. I let the warm viscous fluid slide around inside my
mouth as I savored the new taste. It was just a little bit salty and
tasted....I don't know....the word "musky" came to mind. It wasn't
unpleasant at all and I liked the taste as well as the smooth silky
texture. I savored the new sensation of the thick creamy liquid as I slid
it around my mouth and let the new flavor settle on my tastebuds.

"How do you like that, Joey?" Mr. Jarvis asked as he watched me intently. I
looked up at him and swallowed to let him know I was getting the medicine
into me like he wanted. This brought a big smile to his face as he watched
the satisfied look come over my face. The warm creamy medicine felt silky
smooth as it slid down my throat. It seemed to leave a soothing coating
along the inside of my throat as it made its way right down into my
stomach.

"I like it Mr. Jarvis," I said as I looked up at him and smiled. I looked
back down at the remainder of the liquid still in the bottom of the
cup. "Can I have the rest?" I asked eagerly.

"Go ahead, Joey. Finish it, it's all for you," he said with a broad smile
on his face. I slipped my lips around the edge of the plastic cup and
tipped it up. There was enough medicine left for two good mouthfuls and I
took one at a time and let the interesting new flavor sensation settle on
my tongue for awhile before I swallowed. I savored the taste of the warm
gooey fluid before I once again swallowed and let it slide smoothly down my
throat. I tipped the glass up and let the final mouthful slip between my
lips. I rolled the thick viscous fluid slowly all around the inside of my
mouth before letting it settle right in the center of my tongue.

"Mmmmmm," I heard myself let out an unconscious little purr as the creamy
medicine made its way down my throat to make a nice warm spot in the pit of
my stomach.

"I guess you like that medicine," Mr. Jarvis said as he raised his big
meaty hand and pointed to the cup still in my hand. "There's a little more
left. See if you can get your tongue inside there and lick out those final
drops."

"Yes sir," I said as I tipped the open end of the cup towards my
mouth. Fortunately the plastic cup had a wide opening and was fairly
shallow. It was pretty easy for me to run my tongue all around the inside
edge and then even all around the bottom of the cup as I spotted a few
stray silvery drops of the medicine there. With the cup now totally clean,
I passed it back to Mr. Jarvis and sat there like a kitten that just
finished lapping up a bowl of warm cream. He took the cup and sat there
holding it as he just looked at me for a few seconds with a big smile on
his face.

"So the medicine was okay, Joey?" he asked as he finally got up and walked
back behind his desk and sat down. He quietly opened his desk drawer again
and set the cup back inside before closing the drawer.

"I did, Mr. Jarvis. I've never tasted anything like that before. I wasn't
sure at first but once I let the taste of it settle on my
tongue.....well....I really liked it!" He smiled and nodded when I said
this. "And it was so creamy and soothing when it went down my throat. I...I
can still taste it." He looked at me with a pleased look on his face as I
savored the interesting new flavor still lingering inside my mouth. "I had
expected it to be cold and I was surprised to find that it was nice and
warm. How did you do that?"

"Oh, that's my secret, Joey. I just want to make it as nice as I can for
you to take the vitamins that you need. And besides, the medicine works
best if you take it while it's warm too. If you let it get too cold, it
doesn't work as well." He paused for a second as he looked at me with a
more serious look on his face. "And speaking of secrets, this has to be our
little secret, Joey. If the other boys found out, they'd want me to give
them some vitamins too. And you especially can't say anything to the other
councilors. This medicine is pretty hard to come by and if they found out I
was giving it to you, well, we'd then have to start giving it to all the
others equally too. If that were to happen, Joey, well, you just wouldn't
be able to get it except maybe about once a week at best. And you do want
more, don't you Joey?"

"Oh yes, sir!" I said with an anxious worried look on my face.

"That's good, Joey. If we keep this as our secret, I should be able to give
you the amount that you need."

"How much do you think I need, Mr. Jarvis?"

"Oh, I think you need at least one good dose a day, maybe two on some
days. I'll see what I can do to give you as much as you need," he said as
he gave me a conspiratorial wink.

"Oh thank you, Mr. Jarvis!" I said excitedly. "I'll take as much as you
think I should have."

"That's good, Joey. That's what I wanted to hear. So do you think you can
keep this as our little secret?"

"Yes sir!" I said as I nodded emphatically.

"Good. Now since it's your first day with these new vitamins, I think you
should probably have a second dose. Why don't you report back here after
lunch at 1:00pm?"

"Yes sir. I'll be here."

"Okay good. Now you better go and do your chores. And remember, not a word
to anyone," he said as he pointed his finger at me with a grave expression
on his face.

"No sir, I promise," I said jubilantly as I bounded up out of my chair and
reached for the door. The lock released automatically when I turned the
handle from the inside. As I opened the door, I turned and saw him staring
at me with a strange look and a soft smile on his face. "Thank you,
Mr. Jarvis. Nobody's worried about me and been this nice to me in a long
time."

"You're welcome, Joey. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he said
with a funny leer on his face. "I'll give you just what you need."

I left his office and closed the door behind me. I hadn't felt this good in
a long time. Mr. Jarvis was going to take special care of me. I had always
been kind of afraid of him but now I saw the gentle caring side of him that
I never knew existed. As I walked into the big farmhouse kitchen, I savored
the delightful taste of the warm vitamins still lingering inside my
mouth. With one o'clock only a few hours away, I was already looking
forward to my next dose of medicine..........
______________________________________________________________________

As the Greyhound bus droned on through mile after mile of dusty farmland, I
gazed out the window and thought back on how I had got here and especially
the flurry of activity in the last few days. Just a short time ago, I
thought I was all alone in the world; now I was on my way to stay with an
aunt and uncle that up until two days ago, I never knew existed.

My name's Joey, I'm 13 and I'm an only child. Actually, I guess I should
say that I "was" an only child. My parents had been killed in a car
accident when I just a toddler. They'd left me with a babysitter that day
while they went to a friend's wedding out of town. The accident happened on
the way home; a drunk driver hit them broadside and they never saw it
coming. They were both pronounced dead at the scene of the accident.

>From what I'd been told, the authorities hunted high and low for any
relatives of my parents but couldn't find any. Eventually I was made a ward
of the state and ever since then, I'd lived in a number of different
institutions and foster homes. Some of the people in the foster homes were
pretty nice, and I'm not sure why, but I never seemed to stick
anywhere. Maybe it was because I was too shy; I don't know.

I'd always been pretty small and frail for my age. The bigger kids always
used to pick on me and so I came to just keep to myself most of the time. I
read a lot and I've never been very good at sports. I was always pretty
quiet, and as I quickly found out, you got into less trouble if you kept
your mouth shut. I never even had a regular best friend. Being in group
homes, other kids just seemed to come and go, and in the few foster homes I
was in, I was always worried about getting to know anybody when it likely
wasn't going to last anyways. So I mostly just learned to rely on myself.

Being shy and keeping to myself most of the time, I guess you could say I
was pretty naïve about a lot of stuff. I had never had a girlfriend, and
figured I wouldn't even know what to do if a girl came right up and started
talking to me. That was okay though, I never really worried about it too
much; after all, that was the only life I knew.

So over the years, I'd been shuffled from one group home to another, with a
few short stays in foster homes mixed in every once in awhile. Like about
six months ago, I'd been sent to live with the Quigleys; a couple who
already had a boy and girl of their own close to my age. When they made the
decision to take me in, I think they were just trying to be good citizens
or something. The kids never liked me or even seemed to make any kind of
effort. After a little over five months of me trying to fit in and their
kids complaining all the time, the Quigleys had had enough. They probably
would have liked to get rid of me sooner but they probably felt guilty and
kept me on until the end of the school term. They obviously didn't want me
hanging around for summer vacation, and that's how I ended up back at
Monroe's about two weeks ago.

"Monroe's Group Home" was a state run institution for boys. They usually
housed about ten boys at a time with about four or five councilors
overseeing us in various shifts. That's where I'd been living for the last
while before I went to the Quigleys. It was a big old farmhouse that the
government had bought a long time and set up to house boys like me. And
that's where I'd first met Mr. Jarvis.

Mr. Jarvis was the senior councilor at Monroe's and had been there long
before I was first sent there. He was probably in his early forties and was
married. While some of the younger less experienced councilors sometimes
stayed with us overnight in the group home, Mr. Jarvis always arrived early
in the morning and left late in the afternoon to go home to his wife. I
never saw the woman in all the time I'd been there. Apparently he kept his
life away from the group home as private as possible. The only thing we
knew was that he never had any kids of his own. I never even knew his first
name. While the younger councilors always had us call them by their first
names, with Mr. Jarvis, it was always "Mr. Jarvis".

He was kind of a gruff man, not much on small talk and always right to the
point. He was stoutly built and getting a little heavy around the
midsection, like many men his age. I guess you'd say he was pretty average
looking, not ugly, but Hollywood wasn't knocking on his door either. I had
always tried to keep out of his way and he seemed to respect the fact that
I always tried to look out for myself without asking others for help. A
couple of times when bigger boys had been on the verge of picking on me,
Mr. Jarvis had stepped in just in time to smooth things over. Although he
never made a gesture to indicate he was looking for thanks, for some reason
it made me feel a little more safe to think that Mr. Jarvis was kind of
looking out for me. Like the day the Quigleys had dropped me back at
Monroe's.......

I'd gotten back in the late afternoon and just had time to stow my stuff
back in my old room and hurry back downstairs if I wanted to get some
supper. All of the other boys had already finished but there was still a
little ham and macaroni and cheese left for me. I was starving and as I sat
by myself in the big dining room, I eagerly dug in. I turned as I heard the
gruff voice of Mr. Jarvis behind me.

"So Joey, I heard you were coming back," he said as he walked across the
room towards me.

"Hi Mr. Jarvis," I said as I washed down my mouthful of food with a drink
of milk.

"They didn't treat you badly, did they?" he asked with a tone of serious
intent in his voice.

"No sir. They treated me okay. Their own kids never seemed to take to me;
that's all," I said with a big sigh. I used to get real sad when these
kinds of things happened, now I guess I was just a little more used to it.

"Did they ever feed you?" he asked as he looked me up and down. "I thought
you were skinny before; there's almost nothing left of you, boy."

"They fed me Mr. Jarvis. I think I'm the same as when I left here."

"I don't know. You don't look so healthy. I think you need some vitamins,"
he said as he scrutinized me from top to bottom. "I want you to get a good
night's rest, then report to my office right after breakfast at 8:00am
sharp. You got that?" He pointed his big index finger at me to make sure I
understood.

"Yes sir, 8:00am sharp."

"Okay, it's time for me to go home," he said as he turned and walked
away. As he got to the door of the room, he turned and looked back at me,
"Joey, I'm sorry about what happened with the Quigleys. I know that kind of
thing is disappointing. While you're here, I'll make sure you're taken good
care of." He gave me kind of a shrug and a look that for him passed for a
comforting smile.

"Thank you sir," I said and then he was gone through the door. I finished
my food and then spent the rest of the night in my room reading. I just
didn't feel like socializing or watching TV with the other boys. It had
been a pretty stressful day and I was actually glad to be sleeping back in
my old room at Monroe's. I turned the light out fairly early and as I
drifted off to sleep, I actually felt happy that Mr. Jarvis had seemed
concerned about me and was taking an interest in my welfare.

I woke bright and early the next day and hurried down to breakfast. There
were some new boys there I didn't recognize along with some familiar
faces. As usual, I kept to myself. Breakfast was served at 7:30 sharp,
which was the same time as Mr. Jarvis started his daily shift. Just as I
sat down, I saw him come in and nod to the other councilors before he
disappeared down the hall towards his office. I was a little surprised and
a little bit hurt that he never once looked in my direction. I wondered if
he'd forgotten about asking me to come to his office after
breakfast. Obviously he hadn't forgotten, and that was how I came to have
my first dose of medicine.
______________________________________________________________________

At Monroe, you were required to do about two hours of chores per
day. Depending on the chore, it was usually one hour in the morning and
then one hour in the afternoon. You usually did the same job for a week
straight, and then they would get switched up. This week, my morning chore
was to help out in the kitchen. Old Mrs. Nesbitt ran the kitchen with an
iron fist and didn't take crap from anybody. Her food was good though, so
nobody ever complained about her cranky attitude. Today, she set me about
peeling potatoes for the evening meal. I sat down with a big basket of
potatoes and an empty bucket for the peels and started in on my work. For
the next half hour or so, I never looked up as over the last few days I had
gotten used to manipulating the sharp peeler.

"Morning, Mrs. Nesbitt." I looked up excitedly when I heard Mr. Jarvis'
deep voice. He came in and poured himself a cup of coffee as he chatted
briefly with the old cook. I looked at him with a new level of
admiration. I was already anxious to spend more time with and couldn't wait
for one o'clock to come around. On his way out he stopped next to me and I
looked up at him towering over me.

"So this is what they've got you doing this week?" he asked as he gestured
to the half empty basket of potatoes and the growing bucket of scraps.

"Yes sir," I answered compliantly.

"Hhhhhmm," he said under his breath. Without a further word, he turned on
his heel and went back to his office. I was left wondering what all that
meant.

I finished up the job to Mrs. Nesbitt's satisfaction and she looked at the
clock and with only a couple of minutes of my required hour left, she
decided to let me go. Most of the other boys were outside playing a game of
touch football but I just went back up to my room and lay on my bed
reading. I actually felt safe and comfortable back in my old bed at
Monroe. And with Mr. Jarvis giving me some extra attention I hadn't been
expecting, I was actually looking forward to a nice relaxing summer.

I finally heard the other boys' voices as they came in and cleaned up for
lunch. I made my way down to join them in the dining room and once again I
chose to sit on my own away from the others as I ate. They seemed pretty
happy as they chatted and laughed about their game they'd been playing. I
sat quietly, looking forward to my one o'clock appointment with
Mr. Jarvis. Eventually everyone finished up and left the room after taking
their plates back into the kitchen. I did likewise and tentatively made my
way towards Mr. Jarvis' office. Once again his door was closed and I took
my spot on the bench across the hall. I checked the clock, 12:52. I was a
few minutes early and waited anxiously for Mr. Jarvis to appear. I only had
to wait a minute or two before he cracked open his door to see if I was
there.

"Joey, you're a little early," he said as he opened the door wider and
looked up and down the hallway. "That's good though. It didn't take me as
long to get your medicine ready as I thought it might. You'd better come in
and get it while it's still warm." He stepped sideways in the door opening
for me to go past his big looming body. Once again, his face looked flushed
and sweaty and he was wiping his hands with a towel as he ushered me into
his office. I heard him lock the door again and as I sat down on the same
chair I'd sat in this morning, I noticed his belt lying on top of his
desk. Where his shirt was tucked into his pants, it looked a little
disheveled again. Like I had thought earlier, he must have just finished
using the washroom, especially since he was still wiping his hands off with
the towel.

"So you haven't said anything to anybody about this morning, have you?" he
asked as he stepped back behind his desk.

"Oh no, sir!" I said nervously, worried that he might be upset with me. "I
did just as you said and didn't say a word to anyone." I paused for a
second and then looked up at him shyly, "I know it's selfish of me,
but....but....I don't want to share this with anybody else. Like you said,
I want it to be our secret."

A big smile spread slowly across his face and he looked down at my frail
little form sitting in front of him. "You're a good boy, Joey. I'm glad I
can trust you to keep our secret." He dropped the towel on top of the desk
and opened the same drawer that he had last time.

"Here you go," he said as he reached into the drawer and pulled out the
clear plastic cup, "still nice and warm." He came around the desk quickly
and passed it to me. "Drink up."

I took the cup from him and held it in my two hands in front of me. I
looked down into the cloudy fluid and was pleased to see that there seemed
to be even more than last time.

"So there's more here than last time?" I asked as I looked up at him
questioningly.

"Yeah, I was able to work up a bigger load....er....I mean, I was able to
work up a bigger dose for you this time," he said. "You did like it, didn't
you, Joey?"

"Oh yes sir! I'm not complaining at all. I really liked it. I think I'm
already feeling better after that dose you gave me earlier. I've been
looking forward to this all morning," I said eagerly as I brought the
medicine up beneath my nose and inhaled deeply of the warm musky
scent. "I'm really glad there's even more than last time."

"Good......good," he said as he perched on the front edge of his desk
again. "Go ahead, you'd better drink it before the vitamins lose their
effectiveness."

"Yes sir!" I said as I quickly brought the cup up to my lips. I tipped it
up and let some of the warm creamy medicine run into my mouth. "Mmmmmm," I
mewed out loud as I let the slick pearly liquid roll all over my tongue. I
was already starting to love both the feel and taste of it in my mouth. I
slid it from cheek to cheek and let its thick texture coat the whole of the
inside of my mouth. Finally, I swallowed.

"Aaaaahh," I gave a little gasp as the silky fluid slid down my throat. Its
distinctive taste and odor continued to fill my senses and made me want
more of the same. I raised the cup back to my lips again and tipped the cup
up gradually. I could see Mr. Jarvis watching me intently as I kept my eyes
glued to the big wad of medicine sliding sluggishly towards the edge of the
cup. I felt the leading edge roll onto my tongue and then I made a slurping
noise as I sucked the rest of the big creamy gob into my mouth. It kind of
made a sound like when you slurp up a single strand of spaghetti. I could
see Mr. Jarvis smiling openly as I brought the cup down and closed my lips
over my mouthful of medicine. I savored the delightful taste and warm
creamy texture for a long time before I noisily swallowed.

"Did you get it all?" he asked as we both looked into the empty cup.

"Oh, there's a little bit more here," I said as I spotted a couple of
milky-white drops clinging to the side. I quickly ran out my tongue and
lapped up those two drops and then just to be sure, I ran the flat part of
my tongue all around the inside of the glass and even over the flat bottom.

"Mmmmmm," I said as I handed the empty cup back to him. "That was so
good. And I'm glad there was even more of it this time. Thanks for being so
nice to me, Mr. Jarvis."

"That's okay, Joey," he said as he sat there with a big smile on his
face. "I want to make sure you stay nice and healthy. Two good doses of
medicine should get you started on the right track. I think you should come
tomorrow morning at the same time for your next one."

"Yes sir!" I said eagerly. "I'll be here right after breakfast."

"Good, Joey. I'll have some more ready for you then. Now you better get to
your afternoon chores," he said gesturing towards the door of his office.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir." I said as I got up and let myself out of his
office and closed the door behind me.

I reported back to my kitchen for my afternoon chores. For the next hour I
peeled some carrots and washed pots and various dishes and utensils under
the watchful eye of Mrs. Nesbitt. As I worked, I rolled my tongue all
around my mouth as I savored the peculiar taste of the medicine still
lingering in my mouth. Compared to most medicines, I really liked it and
wanted to keep the flavor of it for as long as possible so I didn't eat or
drink anything for a long time.

I finally finished my shift and took my book out to the back porch to read
in the shade. Just before we were called in for dinner, I heard a car start
up and looked around the corner to see Mr. Jarvis leaving for the day. He
looked up and spotted me at the corner of the house. His eyes met mine and
he nodded in my direction as he gave me a comforting smile. I felt a warm
feeling of happiness come over me and I waved tentatively as he pulled out
of his parking spot and headed home. I spent the rest of the day almost
overwhelmed with a feeling of safety and comfort that I'd rarely had. I
went to bed that night eagerly looking forward to my next dose of medicine
from Mr. Jarvis.

This went on for the next two days. I would wait outside his office right
after breakfast and right after lunch for him to invite me in. He'd pass me
the cup of warm medicine and sit watching me intently as I drained the cup
and let the creamy liquid find its way into my bloodstream to do its
work. As soon as the second day, I could swear I was feeling better
already. The combination of the regular doses of medicine and knowing that
Mr. Jarvis was interested in me had me feeling better than I had in a long
time.

In the middle of the afternoon of the third day, as I was standing in the
kitchen washing some pots at the sink, I looked up and saw Mr. Jarvis walk
across the yard and start talking to Carl. Carl was one of the older
councilors and one of his duties was to set up the chore schedule. He was
the one who told us what jobs we had to do from one week to the next.

Mr. Jarvis started talking to him and then I saw him point towards the part
of the house where I was standing. Carl's eyes automatically followed
Mr. Travis pointing arm to look in my direction and then he turned back as
they continued their conversation. Mr. Travis did most of the talking and
Carl nodded every now and then. Finally, Mr. Travis patted Carl on the arm
and turned to go back to his office. Carl went back to working with some of
the boys who were busy in the vegetable garden. I didn't think any more
about it until later that afternoon when I was up in my room. I was lying
on my bed reading when there were a couple of knocks on my door.

"Come in," I called through the door. Carl opened the door and took half a
step into my room.

"There's been a change of plans, Joey. I'm gonna have to pull you off
kitchen duty."

"Oh, okay Carl. What do you want me to do instead?"

"Starting tomorrow, right after breakfast, you're supposed to report to
Mr. Jarvis' office. He wants someone to help re-organize some paperwork and
files or something like that," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand
as if he didn't know exactly what the work would entail. "Oh yeah,
Mr. Travis said there might be some days where he'll need you a little
longer than the regular hour. Okay?"

"Oh, okay," I said, barely able to keep the excitement out of my
voice. "Uh....will that just be for the remaining days of this week's
schedule, or what?"

"As of right now, he told me it's "until further notice". So you might be
there more than that, I don't know. So just make sure you go there right
after breakfast and then again right after lunch. Got it?" he pointed a
finger at me to make sure I understood.

"Yes sir!" I could barely contain my excitement and as soon as Carl left
the room I pulled my pillow over my face and let out a big whoop of joy. I
was thrilled for the rest of the day and people seemed to look at like I
was weird or something. After awhile, I figured out that it was because
they weren't used to seeing me smile very often. I even had a hard time
falling asleep that night thinking about getting to spend that extra time
working with Mr. Jarvis.

I awoke bright and early the next morning and hurried down to breakfast
after getting washed up. As I was starting to eat, Mr. Jarvis arrived and
nodded to me as he made his way through the big dining room. My breakfast
never tasted so good and as soon as I was finished, I went and waited
anxiously on the bench outside his office. I was fidgeting about and could
barely keep still. I was looking forward to my morning dose of medicine and
anxious to see what kind of work Mr. Jarvis wanted me to do.

"C'mon in, Joey," he said as he finally opened the door. He looked a little
cooler and calmer this morning that the previous three mornings. As I had
mentioned earlier, every time he'd ushered me into his office, he'd
appeared flushed as if he'd just been exerting himself. He didn't look like
that today, I noticed as I watched him close and lock the door behind me. I
was both excited and a little nervous about the new arrangement so I went
and sat on the edge of my usual chair and waited for him to say
something. He casually walked around behind his desk and sat in his big
rolling chair. He leaned back and let the chair rock slowly from side to
side.

"So Joey," he finally said, "Carl has informed you that I want you to come
and do some work for me instead of your usual chores, right?"

"Yes sir, he did."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I....I'm really excited about it actually. I like spending time with you,
Mr. Jarvis." I hung my head and felt my face turning red. I was afraid that
I'd embarrassed myself by letting my true feelings out.

"That's okay, Joey. I'm happy you feel that way," I looked up at him and
relaxed as he gave me a warm comforting smile. "I like spending time with
you too. I think we have a certain level of understanding and trust that
not many people have with each other."

"I...I feel that way too!" I blurted out.

"Good......good, I'm really glad that we can trust each other." My eyes
drifted over in the direction of his desk drawer where he'd always brought
forth my cup of medicine. He probably noticed the furtive look in my
eyes. "So you're probably wondering about your daily dose of medicine," he
said as he put his hand on the handle of the drawer.

"Y...yes sir," I said as my eyes flicked back and forth between his own
eyes and his hand resting on the drawer handle.

"Well, that's one of the reasons I want you to come and work for me. Have
you ever wondered where I get that medicine, Joey?"

"Ummm...well...I don't know. I figured you got it at a drug store or
something."

"Well, no. I kind of make it myself."

"You do?" I asked as my eyes opened wide in wonder. "You make it yourself?"

"Well, sort of. There're some things I have to tell you, Joey. Now we trust
each other totally,right?" he pointed his big index finger at me and had a
serious expression on his face now.

"Yes sir, we do." I said and nodded my head to emphasize my understanding
of the seriousness of his tone.

"Good. Now I think you know that I don't have any children of my own," he
paused as he looked at me for a response.

"Yes sir, I'd heard that."

"Mrs. Jarvis and I tried for a long time to have children but with no
luck. So we decided we better see a doctor and get things checked out. They
put each of us through a number of tests to see if they could find out what
the problem was. In the end, they found out that my wife was the one
actually unable to bear a child."

"Oh...I....I'm sorry to hear that, sir," I said with a slightly confused
look on my face as I didn't know where he was going with this.

"Thanks for saying that, Joey. But that's okay; it was a long time ago
now." He paused for a second as he looked at me waiting patiently for him
to continue. "The reason I'm telling you this is that during the fertility
tests, the doctors found out that my semen not only has an unusually high
sperm motility rate, but it's also incredibly high in vitamins and
proteins."

"Oh," I said as my mind was trying to take in what he was saying. I had
heard the other boys talking about jerking off and cumming so I had an idea
of what he was talking about.

"Yes, they told me that my semen would be extremely beneficial for anyone
that might have a vitamin deficiency. And when I saw you the other day
looking pretty pale, I thought I might be able to help you out." He paused
as he leaned forwards with his elbows on the desk and looked deeply into my
eyes. "You see, Joey, I care about you. I wouldn't just do this for
anybody. I'm just glad I can help you in this way." I felt my heart swell
with happiness as I listened to his kind words.

"I....I understand, Mr. Jarvis. I don't know what to say. I mean....I...I'm
so happy that you're will to do that for me." I stopped and looked towards
his desk drawer. "But this...this talk....is...is there something wrong?"

"No, not really, Joey. It's just that I called my doctor yesterday and let
him know what I was doing for you. He was glad I was able to help a boy
like you. He did point one thing out though."

"Wha.....what?" I asked curiously.

"Remember when I said that it was best if you drank the medicine when it
was still warm so the vitamins would work properly?"

"Yes."

"Well, the doctor told me that during the tests, the nutritional value of
the vitamins and proteins in my semen were highest as soon as it left my
body. He recommended that for it to be most beneficial for you that we try
and get you to ingest it as quickly as possible. Do you understand?"

"I....I think so. The doctor says I need to drink it as quickly as possible
once it comes out of you."

"Yes," he said as he sat back in his chair, "that's it exactly. So, do you
want to continue taking your medicine, Joey?"

"I do, Mr. Jarvis. Wh...what do you need me to do?"

"Well, you know about jerking off, right Joey?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I said and could feel my face turning crimson with
embarrassment again.

"You won't have to do too much right now," he said as he got up from his
chair. "First off, you should probably kneel down on your knees in front of
the desk there." He nodded towards the floor in front of me and I
compliantly got to my knees. As I looked up at him, he reached into the
other top drawer of his desk and took out a big plastic jar. I read the
label: Vaseline---Baby Fresh Scent.

"That's good, Joey," he said as he came around the desk and set the jar on
the front edge. "Now while you're kneeling there, I'm gonna stand in front
of you and jerk off."

"Is that what you did into that plastic cup?" I asked as I nodded towards
the other desk drawer.

"Yep, exactly. Only this time, instead of shooting it into the cup and
having my semen lose its beneficial qualities, I'm gonna try and shoot it
right into your mouth. That way it'll get into you quicker and start
working more effectively."

"Okay," I said as he stood before me and started to undo his belt. I looked
up at his rugged body looming over me and felt happy that this big mature
man was willing to do this for me. I watched as he opened his belt and then
drew down the zipper on his pants. He put his hands on either side of his
waistband and pushed down both his pants and underwear to his ankles in one
motion.

"Oh dear!" I said with a sharp intake of breath as his cock came into
view. My eyes must have seemed like saucers as I stared openly at the sight
of his partially swollen member. From my position on my knees in front of
him, his cock was mere inches away from my face. My own penis was the only
one I'd seen naked and mine was nothing compared to this one. It hung
majestically between his legs and lay heavy and relaxed over an enormous
set of balls. He was circumcised and his cock was nice and long and thick
with a large mushroom head. I could see the intricate swirl of protruding
veins lining the gnarled shaft of that incredible piece of flesh.

"Have you ever seen another man's cock before, Joey?" he asked as I watched
him reach into the jar of Vaseline and scoop up a generous amount of greasy
gel.

"N...no sir," I said in a squeaky voice.

"Well, take a good look," he said as he wrapped his Vaseline-coated hand
around his heavy cock and held it out towards me, "I think you're gonna get
to know this one pretty well." It was like I was hypnotized as my eyes
remained riveted to the incredible display going on before me as he started
to slide his big meaty hand back and forth. His cock quickly started to
thicken and extend in his pumping grasp. He was taking long slow consistent
strokes from the thick base all the way to the broad engorged head. His
slow firm strokes allowed me ample time to look at that huge cock up close.

It had now become fully erect and I would guess that it was probably about
9" long and so big around that his hand couldn't even close around it. The
dark crimson crown looked positively menacing as he slowly rubbed his slick
hand back and forth over the spongy membranes. The big mushroom head was
separated from the hard gnarled shaft by a thick rope-like corona which was
almost purple in color. The long slick shaft glistened invitingly as his
hand methodically pumped back and forth with a smooth cork-screwing motion.

"Do you like that, Joey?" he asked as he watched me staring mesmerized at
his hard throbbing erection.

"Y...yes sir," I stammered as my eyes never once left his sliding hand and
throbbing virile manhood. As I watched, I could feel my own smaller cock
getting rock-hard in my underwear.

"Well, it's not gonna be much longer and you'll get a nice big dose of
medicine," he said as her adjusted his feet slightly as he inched closer to
me. As his jacking hand kept sliding back and forth along that hard rigid
monster, I could see a glistening drop of fluid gathering in the gaping red
eye at the tip of the enflamed head. The drop grew in size and started to
slowly distend downward as more fluid oozed forth. As his hand moved along
the hard thick shaft, the drizzling web started to move back and forth
tantalizingly as it dangled from the oozing tip. I knew this was some of
the precious fluid he'd been talking about earlier and I boldly slid my
tongue beneath it and let it settle on my tongue.

"That's it, Joey," he said as his breathing had become more ragged, "it's
all for you." As I slowly let my tongue moved upwards beneath the dangling
web of fluid, his hand started to move more rapidly back and forth along
his throbbing cock.

"Not much longer now," he said through gritted teeth as his hand became
almost a blur now as he vigorously pumped away at his long hard cock. My
tongue followed the drizzling strand higher until the tip of my tongue
touched the very tip of his cock as the point slid right into the gaping
eye to lick up the full strand of fluid. I quickly drew the silky nectar
back into my mouth and swallowed. I think having my tongue touch his cock
must have sent him over the edge.

"OH FUCK......GET READY, JOEY......OPEN WIDE...." I immediately opened my
mouth wide and tried to position it right in front of his jerking cock. He
looked down and I could see the lustful look in his eyes as he positioned
his engorged cock right in front of my face.

"OH FUCK.......HERE YOU GO!" he grunted between clenched teeth as he
stopped his rapidly jacking hand in mid-stroke and held his cock totally
still as he pointed the dark angry crown right at my open mouth. My eyes
were locked on that gaping red eye and I saw it almost flex open as milky
white fluid started to fill it. It seemed to pause with the shiny opening
full of the pearly liquid for just a second and then a long white rope of
semen shot forth.

"AAAAAHHH," I gasped in surprise as the long thick strand of cum shot right
into my open mouth. I felt it hit way back against the roof of my mouth and
then it fell into a big pool on my tongue. As soon as the first wad had
shot forth, a second silvery rope jettisoned forth. His aim was perfect as
it too blasted right into my mouth to plaster itself against the inside of
my cheek. I watched him take two more quick strokes along the pulsing shaft
of his cock and then he held it still again as a third, fourth and then a
fifth long stringy gob of his precious seed shot forth right into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it......I've got more for you, Joey," he said as he put
the spitting head of his cock right in front of my open mouth and started
furiously jacking away again. I felt two more good-sized spurts paste
themselves against the back of my open mouth before falling into the
growing puddle on my tongue. And then as his hand kept pumping away, I felt
some stray gobs and strands landing on my face. They were hitting my
cheeks, chin and all around my mouth as the spitting head of his cock was
pulled every which way by his strong jacking hand. I kept my mouth as wide
open as possible for him and then eventually his hand slowed until he
finally came to a total stop. I looked up and saw him looking right down
into my eyes as he took deep gasping breaths. There was a look of pure
serene pleasure on his face as I looked up at him lovingly.

I felt so happy that this big hulk of a man had chosen me to give his
affection to. No one had ever really cared about me since my parents had
died so long ago. As Mr. Jarvis had been hunching over me with his big
powerful cock filling my mouth, I had felt an almost overwhelming feeling
of comfort and safety. It was like his whole big body and soul was wrapping
itself around me with care and security. If he was willing to feed me his
precious semen like this, I knew at this point that I'd do anything he'd
ask of me.

"I think you've got it all, Joey," he said as her stood up straight and
took a step back. I could feel the warm texture of the now familiar
medicine sitting in a big pool on the back of my tongue and I closed my
lips to savor the salty musky flavor. He looked down at me intently as I
rolled the huge milky gob of cream all around inside the warm confines of
my mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," I let out a long mew of pleasure as I let my tongue swirl all
around and through the thick pearly wad of semen. It tasted wonderful and I
loved having it in my mouth but I knew I would love the feeling of having
it slide down my throat just as much. "Mmmmmmmmmm," I gave an even longer
purr as I finally swallowed. I loved the soothing sensation of his thick
cream coating my throat as it made its way to a warm spot in the pit of my
stomach. I swallowed again and was rewarded with a second big throatful of
silky smooth cum. I swirled my tongue all around the inside of my mouth and
gathered up the final drops still clinging to my cheeks and then swallowed
one more time.

"Aaaaahh," I gave a satisfied gasp as I looked up at him with a big smile
on my face. "Thank you, Mr. Jarvis. There sure was a lot that time."

"And it looks like I missed with a little bit too," he said as he reached
forward with his hand and I felt his big index finger slide around my
chin. "Here you go." I looked down at his thick finger and saw a big gob of
his precious seed clinging to it. I opened my mouth and he slid his finger
slowly between my parted lips.

"Mmmmmm," it was him that gave a soft groan this time as my lips closed
around his inserted finger as I sucked and licked the warm cream off of
it. He withdrew his finger and slid it around my cheek where there must
have been more cum. He brought it forwards and slipped it right back in
between my soft lips. As I closed my lips and started to suck the silky
nectar off his finger, he started to slide it back and forth between my
lips. It would have been easier for me if he'd just left it in my mouth but
for some reason, he seemed to want to move it and out between my sucking
lips. I looked up at him and he had a broad smile on his face as he looked
down at me intently. Finally, he slipped his finger out of my mouth. As he
did, it made an audible "POP" as it came clear of my sucking lips.

"I think you've got all that medicine now, Joey," he said as he let out a
final big sigh. I looked down and could see his majestic cock hanging heavy
and about half-hard as it arced out suggestively from his body. I could see
one more milky drop still filling the gaping eye of his piss-slit.

"There....there's one more drop there," I said as I nodded towards the
little pearly gob that I wanted.

"Oh, you're right," he said as looked down at the oozing tip of his
cock. He reached his hand back around his heavy thick cock and held it up
towards me. As he did, I felt my tongue slide out instinctively and run
around my lips.

"What do you think we should do with that?" he asked as he took one long
firm stroke from the base of his cock to just beneath the wide flared
crown. As he did, I felt a shiver of desire go through me as the
milky-white drop grew in size as he forced the last of his delicious semen
to the surface.

"Can I.....can I have it?" I asked eagerly as I looked up at him with
pleading eyes.

"Sure you can, Joey," he said as he looked at me with a lecherous grin on
his face. "Why don't you just put your lips right on the end there and suck
out that last drop."

"Okay," I said as I sat forward and brought my mouth up as he held his dick
right in front of my face. I opened my mouth slightly and with my eyes
locked hypnotically on that inviting drop, I pressed my lips against the
spongy membranes of his cockhead.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he said with a soft moan, "suck out that last drop,
Joey." I could feel the slick coating of Vaseline on my lips but through
it, I felt the delightful feeling of the sensitive surface of his spent
cock against my spread lips. It felt and warm and smooth as I closed my
lips just around his oozing pee-hole and started sucking. I pushed my
tongue forward right into the creamy white gob and used my lips and tongue
to draw it back into my mouth. I would have liked to stay there and see if
I could draw another drop out of him but I didn't want to appear too
forward. Once I felt the drop slide into the back of my mouth and down my
throat, I sat back and as I pulled my lips off his cock, I paused for a
split second and gave the very tip a little kiss. As I looked up at him, he
was grinning from ear to ear. I knew that he was happy with me.

"What do you think of taking your medicine that way, Joey?" he asked as he
sat down on the chair I'd just been sitting in. His pants and underwear
were still bunched up around his ankles.

"I really liked it!" I said enthusiastically. "It tasted even better like
that. And there seemed to be more than usual."

"Yeah, there's always gonna be more if you take it straight from the
source. And like the doctor said, getting it into you quicker like this
will allow the vitamins to do you the most good. So should we do it that
way for your next dose after lunch too?"

"Oh please, sir! Could we?" I asked wide-eyed with excitement.

"Sure Joey. But right now, why don't you reach into that bottom drawer of
my desk there and pass me the towel that's in there. I scrambled to my feet
and pulled out the towel he had asked me to get. It was the one I'd seen
him using before and it felt heavy in my hands. As I brought it to him, the
smell of the Baby-Fresh Vaseline wafted into my nostrils from the
terrycloth fabric. I handed him the towel and he started to wipe the excess
lubricant off his hands.

"Joey, if you go into the bathroom back there you'll find a washcloth over
the rack near the sink. Get it good and wet with some hot water, then wring
it out and bring it back here."

"Yes, sir," I said obediently and went to the bathroom and did as he
asked. "Here you go," I said as I held the steaming washcloth out to him
when I returned.

"I'd like you to wash my hand off for me," he said as he held out his big
meaty paw with the remnants of the Vaseline still adhered to it. I spread
out the washcloth and kind of wrapped it around his big hand. I used both
of my small hands on it as I worked the washcloth all around the surface of
his thick fingers and large hand. Soon I had it cleaned of the greasy
lubricant.

"That's good, Joey. Now go and rinse it out and bring it back nice and hot
just like you did this time."

"Yes sir." Not wanting to disappoint Mr. Jarvis, I hurried back to the
bathroom and ran the cloth under the tap. I wrung it out and then let the
hot water run over it until it was steaming hot again. I quickly returned
and found him still sitting peacefully in the chair.

"What now, Mr. Jarvis?" I asked questioningly.

"I want you to get down on your knees in front of me, Joey, and wash off my
cock," he said firmly.

"Okay," I said as I dropped to my knees before him.

"Yeah, that'll be a nice way for you to thank me for giving you my semen,"
he said as he spread his knees to allow me to move in closer.

"Oh, but I do thank you, sir," I said as I looked up at him with a worried
look on my face. "I....I can't thank you enough. I'm just so happy that
you'd do this for me."

"I'm glad, Joey," he said as he reached out and stroked my cheek
tenderly. "Washing my cock will just be a little something extra I want you
to get used to doing."

"Okay," I said as I felt the momentary anxiety ease out of my
body. "I...I'll do my best." I reached forward and with my delicate fingers
lifted his heavy tumescent member. Jesus, even now, in it's totally flaccid
state, I could feel the solid thick weight of it in my hand. It was still
covered in a fine coating of the slick lubricant so I held the washcloth
open in my hand and let his long thick cock settle into my palm. Oh man,
did it ever feel good. I never thought that holding another person's cock
would make me feel this way. I felt kind of tingly all over as I moved the
washcloth back and forth on the underside.

"Yeah, that's it. Get used to that, Joey. I think you're going to be doing
a lot of that from now on," he said as he looked down at me on my knees
between his spread thighs. I used both my hands and moved the washcloth all
around that glistening monster as I softly rubbed the gooey lubricant
off. He sat back with his thighs spread wide apart and I lovingly cleaned
his cock from the base to the tip. His cock felt wonderful in my little
hands and I could almost feel the latent power lurking within it, just
waiting to spring forth.

"Wash my balls off too, Joey, but be gentle. That's where all that nice
medicine you love so much comes from." I slid the washcloth off the shaft
of his dormant manhood and gently lifted his balls. Wow, were they ever big
and heavy! They felt like two big eggs beneath the soft surface of his
silky bag. I gingerly wrapped the washcloth all around them and softly
manipulated them in my hands as I cleaned off the remainder of the Vaseline
from his skin.

"Oh yeah, you certainly are good at that, Joey," he said as I withdrew the
washcloth totally from his shining damp groin. "Now you better go rinse
that out and then you can go for this morning."

"You don't need me to do anything else?" I asked with a disappointed look
on my face.

"Not right now. Just make sure you're back here right after lunch. I'll
have your next dose of medicine ready for you then."

"Yes sir! Thank you, sir!" I was just beaming with happiness now as I
sprang to my feet and rushed into the bathroom to rinse off the
washcloth. When I was finished and came back into the room, he had his
pants back on properly and was sitting back behind his desk already
absorbed in some paperwork.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do for you, Mr. Jarvis?" I
asked as I stood next his desk expectantly.

"Oh, I don't think so, Joey," he said as he finished up what he was reading
and then looked up at me. "You can go....wait a second...." He paused and
looked at the left side of my face closely. He reached forward and I felt
his big thumb wipe across my cheek near my ear. "I guess we missed this."
He held his thumb up with a drop of his silvery semen on the tip with his
fingers curled against his palm below. As soon as I spotted the glistening
drop of his precious seed, I instinctively stepped forward and took his big
hand in both of mine. I leaned forward and slipped my lips over his
protruding thumb.

"Oh yeah, that's a good boy," he said under his breath as I rolled my
tongue all around his upright thumb as I lapped up the tasty drop of
semen. He moved his thumb back and forth again a couple of time between my
lips. I could tell from this and the previous time that Mr. Jarvis must
like this so I held his fist firmly in my two little hands and started to
bob my head up and down on his big meaty thumb. I kept my lips pressed
tightly against the skin of his thumb and I softly sucked at it as I moved
my head moved up and down.

"That's it, Joey. You've got such a pretty mouth." I was thrilled to hear
his words of praise and enthusiastically continued to bob my head up and
down on his thick digit. He let me suck away at his thumb for another
minute or so and then pulled it from between my pouting lips. I felt like a
kid who'd had his favorite new toy taken away.

"You'd better go, Joey. I've got work to do," he said as he appeared to be
a little flustered and I could see a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. With
a sad face I turned and opened the door. I looked back and he was looking
right at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you sure there isn't anything more I can do for you, Mr. Jarvis," I
said with a sincere pout. "I'll...I'll do whatever you want me to." He
looked at me intently and I could almost see the wheels going around inside
his head. He finally seemed to reach some kind of decision.

"How would you like that next dose of medicine right now, Joey?" he asked
me with a lecherous smile on his face.

"Would I?" I gushed with anticipation. "Yes sir! More than anything!"

"Okay, you better lock that door and get back on your knees," he said as he
started to get up out of his chair. Beaming with happiness, I turned and
closed the door. As I pressed the button locking it, I felt a shiver of
excitement run through my body. I wasn't going to have to wait until one
o'clock! As I turned, he was already undoing his belt buckle.....