Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2002 22:19:52 -0600
From: ted harlow <tharlow@IowaTelecom.net>
Subject: castor'e tale

WARNING:

These stories contains descriptions of sexual acts by and between boys and
men. If that offends you in any manner, way, shape, form, or fashion, you
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I try to write these stories so that no boy is hurt in any way, but boys
being boys, there feelings do get mangled sometimes.  As always, this is
fiction and all persons depicted herein are purely the product of my
imagination and for entertainment purposes only!  Any resemblance to any
individual, alive, dead or yet to be born, is purely coincidental .

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	Well, hey.  It's another beautiful day.
	It's better 'cause I finally chased T.J. out of my seat.  Damned
old fart grumbled like I'd taken his ice cream away from him.  I secretly
think he's just mad 'cause the kids are all behind him now and he can't
watch them.  An old fart, 'n perv to boot, I bet.
	The thing we got to talking about today was how old we was when we
knew we was queer.  Cameron said about eleven, 'n T.J. said he was about
that same age.  I admitted that I was looking at the older boys when I was
eight or so, 'N castor told us that he didn't know for sure, till he got in
high school.
	Of course he told us how it happened too.  He was in one of them
'reform' schools back in the fifties, when he was ten, said it was for
skipping school.  (HAH) There were about three hundred boys ranging ten to
eighteen all lumped together.  They separated them by age into seven
different cottages and they all slept in dorms. But there was some
interaction between the different age groups and he heard about how the
little kids got molested sometimes.
	It didn't worry castor, since he was the smallest kid there and
most of the older kids, like seventeen and up, all looked out for him.  All
the counselors also watched over castor, and he went any where he was
allowed to go feeling safe.
	Then one day he woke up with a sore throat and shivers. He put off
telling any one for awhile but one of the counselors got wise and by the
end of the day he was in the little hospital on the grounds. An older brick
building, two story, offices on the main floor and examination rooms in the
basement, with the wards upstairs.
	Well they don't know what castor's got, so they put him in
quarantine, which is just like solitary to a kid that's feeling like he's
in prison anyway. It's no wonder that when the two orderlies, inmates
themselves, unlocked the door to his room and asked him if he wanted to
come out, he did it gladly.
	Of course later he wished he hadn't.
	They took him to the farthest room from the stairway and once
inside they started to shoving him around.  They took his gown away, which
wasn't that much anyway, being open all the way up the back.  But castor
was small and shy and scared from the brutal treatment he was getting.  The
door was locked so he couldn't just run away, he couldn't holler 'cause
they wouldn't give him back the gown and he didn't want the nurse to see
him naked.
	Then the older kid took out his dick and after a little more
shoving around and threats, got castor to take hold of it. He was crying so
much that he couldn't even see what he was doing.
	Well them older kids kept after castor about an hour, getting him
to play with both their dicks. In the end they both had their pants down
around their ankles and he was between them, pulling on their dicks. Castor
had quit crying by this time, but he still felt so scared that he couldn't
do anything but what he was told.
	when they got tired of the game and pulled up their pants castor
thought it was done.  He was relieved that none of the things he'd heard
about had happened, so relieved that he wasn't terribly bothered that they
tied his gown in knots, and made him walk down the hall to his room naked.
	Half way there they heard a buzzer. The boys looked at each other
and then the older one gave the keys to his buddy, telling him to lock
castor up and sneak the keys back in the cabinet. He left on a run to see
what the nurse wanted.
	The remaining boy unlocked the door, pushed castor in, and went to
the window to look out. Castor was busy trying to untie the knots of his
gown or he would have noticed the boy close the blinds, then move to the
door. He had the first knot loosened when he heard the boy turn the lock,
and when he looked up, the boy was opening his pants again.
	Castor wasn't worried, he thought he's just have to pull on the
kids dick again.  He didn't like it, but it wasn't no big deal. He sure
wasn't gonna get beat up over it, and when the dick was out castor stepped
over to put his hands on it.
	It surprised him when the kid slapped him and pushed him down on
his knees. The kid rubbed his dick all over castor's face, castor was
crying now and his tears got smeared all over. The kid made castor hold his
mouth open, but castor didn't know what he was supposed to do with it in
his mouth, so the kid got mad again and smacked him
	Castor fell down on the floor and that saved him from finishing the
job. Early the next morning he was able to convince the doctor he was all
right and they let him go back to his cottage.
	That one occurrence traumatized him so bad that when they let him
go home, he behaved himself. He didn't even look at another boy until he
was in the ninth grade and still dislikes boys who have a dick the size of
those two.
	Well I tend to look on the bright side of things.  Because of his
experience, castor would never try to force a boy to do anything.  In fact,
he'd probably not let a boy do anything unless he was sure the boy really
wanted to.  In today's world, that's a good thing...