Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 15:04:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave  <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: School for Orphans ("Adult Youth M/b)

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                           School for Orphans
                                  By
                                 Dave


	Switzerland has a social service program for orphaned or
abandoned boys.  They are sent to schools with local boys from
the hillsides.  They are housed in dormitories during the year.
The local boys of course go home on weekends and holidays.
The boys that are wards of the City Council of course stayed at
the school year round.

The year that Pascal arrived at the school was only five
years ago.  At the time there were fifty-five boys in the school.
He was a slender boy.  That had just turned twelve-year-old at
the time he had been placed in the care of the school by the
court.  He was about five feet three and only eighty-five pounds.
He had a slim face that looked pale as a result of his dark hair.
His body was very white shined.  Pascal was not that shy and
polite to all adults.

	He arrived at the school late on a Friday after all the local
boys had gone home for the weekend. The first thing upon
arriving at the school he was to be taken to the headmaster's
office.

	The court officer introduced the boy to Mr. Parson and
turned over the paper work.  After a few polite words the officer
excused himself and left.

	Mr. Parson sat behind his desk until the officer closed the
door.  He stood up and walked around the desk and stood by the
boy to take a good look at him.  Pascal looked pathetic in the
worn out clothes.  The sleeves of his jacket were frayed.  He was
much too tall for the cheap suit.  The sleeves of the jacket were
far too short.  The corduroy pants were in no better condition.
The legs were too short as well.

	Mr. Parson told the boy there are a few things we need to
do to get you settled in.  First thing, we need to feed you,
something nice and warm.  Second thing, we need to give you a
physical.  Third thing, we need to get you some clothes that fit
you.  All we have here is the school uniform for now.  Later we
will get you some casual clothes.  The last thing is to get you a
place in the dorm for your age group.

	Mr. Parson walked the boy to the kitchen with a
comforting arm around the boy's shoulders.  The cook was
cleaning up the kitchen before he went home.  Mr. Parson asked
if there was anything warm and filling for the boy to eat.  He just
arrived and I'm sure that the court neglected to feed him all day.

	The cook wiped his hand on a towel and said, "It will only
take me a second to heat up some soup and I can warm up some
veggies with a bit of sausage.  The three of them chatted while
the cook heated up a bowl of soup and cooked some vegetable in
a pan.  He added the sausage just before the veggies were over
cooked.  He sat a plate before the boy and brought him a glass of
fresh milk.  The boy ate the food quickly.  The cook welcomed
the boy to the school and told them to run along.  He would
clean up.

	Mr. Parson took the boy to the infirmary.  He told the boy
that the medical staff had gone home for the weekend but he
could give him an examination.  (That was partly true.  Mr.
Parson just wanted to see the boy naked.)  He asked the boy to
undress.  He asked Pascal if he wanted to keep the clothes?
Pascal told him that they were not really his in the first place
they were just given me to go to court.  Mr. Parson dropped
them in a trashcan as the boy took them off.  Mr. Parson saw the
outline of the boy's cock outlined down the right leg of the
shabby pants.  He could not take his eyes off the boy as the boy
pulled the pants down and handed them to him.

	As Mr. Parson dropped the pants in the trash he took in
the slender body of the boy standing in front of him.  The white
briefs were baggy.  They were clean even if they were gray from
age and washing.  The penis was hanging out of the leg of the
briefs.  It was a nice cock for a boy his age.  The foreskin was
long.  Mr. Parson was thinking that with that much skin that the
boy could really get some action while masturbating.  When the
boy pulled the briefs down and handed them to Mr. Parson the
small testicles swayed in the loose sack.

	To make the naked boy feel better Mr. Parson told him
what he was going to do, as he gave the boy the physical.  He
assured him that it would be painless and on Monday when the
staff was back that they would give him a much more though
physical.

	He felt the boy's throat for lumps.  He put a stethoscope
in his ears and listened to his lugs both front and back.  He
looked at his tongue and throat.  He put a finger under the soft
skin on the right side of his testicle and asked the boy to cough.
Then repeated the same thing on left side.

	Mr. parson told Pascal he had some personal questions to
ask.  Pascal agreed to answer any question with a polite Sir.

	"You are twelve years old now, have you started making
semen yet?"

	The boy looked puzzled.

	"Have you started making cum, baby milk, wanker juice?

	Pascal blushed.then admitted that he had started.

	Mr. Parson told him that, "We will need a sample of your
cum in the specimen cup."  Of course the cup was a urine cup.
He would get a urine test later.

	Pascal asked how he was going to get it in the cup.  Mr.
Parson said, "I could give you a finger wave, but personally I
would recommend masturbation."

	Pascal blushed."Right here and now?"

	Mr. parson said, "I have seen and done it all.  Go ahead
and do it."

	Pascal reached down and started masturbating.  He
worked for some time but was not able to cum.  It probably was
because Mr. Parson never took his eyes off of him.

	Mr. Parson volunteered to help him cum.  Pascal was
puzzled until Mr. Parson replaced his hand with his own hand
and started masturbating the boy.  He told the boy that it would
be easier if he turned around and sat on his lap.

	Pascal did turn around and backed up into Mr. Parson's
lap.  Mr. Parson reached around the boy and milked him while
holding the specimen cup to catch the discharge.  When the boy
came he relaxed and sat on Mr. Parson's lap.  The boy had to
feel the adult's hard-on.

	After Mr. Parson cleaned the boy's cock gently he put the
cap on the cup.  With the boy still naked he started leading the
boy to another part of the building.  At one point he held up the
cup and told Pascal to wait for him while he took the cup back to
the infirmary as if he had forgotten to leave the cup there.

	He rushed back to the infirmary and opened the cup and
smelled the contents before he discarded it.  Then he rejoined
the boy and led him to the supply room.

	He gave Pascal a pillowcase and he filled it with the
clothes he would need while at the school.  He told him that they
would get them stenciled with his name on Monday.  Mr. Parson
watched as the boy put on fresh new underpants.  Then pants
and shower shoes.  Mr. Parson told him that all the local boys
were home for the weekend.  Because the dormitories were
divided by age, the only boy in the ward he was going to be in
was a boy from Somalia.

	 The dorms were set up with four-foot partitions, like little
two man cubicles.  The partial walls allowed adults to see
anyone standing but allowed them a little privacy.  The boy he
was assigning him to was thirteen years old.  He had fled his
home country along with lots of others because of all the
domestic unrest and the failure of the United State to restore law
and order to the country.

	His name was Ishmael.  He was about five-feet five and
about ninety-five pounds.  He was a black boy that shinned like
he was covered in grease.  Mr. Parson was glad that he was able
to put Pascal with Ishmael.  Ishmael was a welcome guest in Mr.
Parson's private quarters.  He had only been at the school for
two weeks.  He was still a bit shy.

	Mr. Parson told Ishmael in private to help Pascal get
settled in.  Then he asked him come to his rooms after Pascal
was asleep.

	Mr. Parson had a private residence attached to the
administrative building.  He had an entrance directly into the
main building plus one that led directly to the outside. Mr.
Parson retired to his home and took a bath.  He put on a
housecoat and slippers.  He settled in to read the newspaper and
watch the cable TV.

	After a few hours there was a light tapping at the door to
the main hall.  He got up and let Ishmael in.  The boy was in his
flannel pajamas and barefooted.  Mr. parson's led the boy to the
study and sat down in his leather-overstuffed chair.  He had the
boy sit on the matching footstool.  He asked if Pascal was settled
in.

	Ishmael said, "He is asleep."

	Mr. Parson started stroking the inside of Ishmael's leg as
they talked.  Mr. Parson asked if he was a little cold. When
Ishmael said that he was.a little.  Mr. Parson invited him to sit
on his lap while they talked.  The boy sat on his lap.  In doing so
the robe opened and the boy was sitting on a naked thigh.  Mr.
Parson continued stroking the boy's body with his hands.

	Mr. Parson was telling Ishmael that Pascal was an orphan
and that he wanted him to be very close to him to make him feel
at home.  As he was taking he reached into the fly of the
pajamas to pull out the dark chocolate cock out and stroked it.
The cock was a good five and a half-inch long.  The practice of
his religion is to circumcise all males on the third day.  As a
result the scar was a very dark ring around the pinkish knob.  It
had a bend in it to the left side of his body caused by several
years of masturbating with his right hand.  He stroked the cock
until the boy shot a wad of sum on the leather footstool.

	Mr. Parson asked Ishmael to get in the habit of sleeping
with Pascal and to be sure to either spoon with him or sleep on
top of him.  He kissed the boy and patted his small butt as she
sent him back to the dorm.

	The next day he had time to talk more with Pascal.  At
first he asked about his background.  He came from a middle
class family.  His parents had married late in life.  So all his
grandparents were gone before he was born.  His parents had
been killed in an auto accident on an icy road.  He had been the
only one to survive the accident.  Mr. Parson felt so much
empathy for the boy's pain.  He assured him that as long as he
was at this school he could visit him anytime day or night. An
institution can be so impersonal.  I will be here for comfort and
advice.  He drew him out about what kind of sex he had had.

	Pascal admitted that some older boys had taught him how
to masturbate.  When Mr. Parson asked how they did that,
Pascal tolled him all the details.  It had started with some mutual
masturbation.  Eventually one boy took his cock in his mouth
and sucked on it until it felt painful.  In time he sucked the other
boy too.

	The story was exciting Mr. Parson.  He was stroking the
boy's body as he listened to the story.  He did not want to rush
the boy to fast.

	"Pascal was far more outgoing and confident than Ishmael
was.  Mr. Parson told to go find Ishmael and play until
suppertime.  There were thirteen boys in the school that had no
home.  At the time most were over fifteen or under eight.  That
drew Ishmael and Pascal even closer together.

	It was not to many nights before Pascal came to Mr.
Parson's private bedroom.  When Mr. Parson got up to answer
the door he just put on his housecoat.  He led the boy back to his
private bedroom and sat on the bed as he asked what the
problem was.

	Pascal said there is no problem.  I just wanted you to see
my pajamas.  He was in his pajamas and he showed Mr. Parson
the back of his pajama bottoms.  They were covered with the
fresh, slimy boy-cum that had to be from Ishmael.  When asked
what had happened, Pascal described how Ishmael had been
sleeping in bed with him and how he had cuddled up behind
him.  He said that he woke up tonight and Ishmael had been
humping him agaist his pajamas.

	Mr. Parson asked how he felt about that as he ran a finger
through the slimy goo and smelled it.  The boy did not notice
that he also licked his fingers.

	Pascal said, "He was very nice to me and humped me
slowly, carefully.only after he unloaded himself he jerked a bit
until his discharge was over.  Nice you think, yeah?"

	Mr. Parson agreed and helped Pascal out of his pajamas.
He invited him to sleep with him tonight.  The boy hopped up on
the bed and scooted to the far side.

	Mr. Parson stood up and let the robe drop to the floor.
What the boy saw was a sweet fatherly man with sandy brown
hair that was turning gray at the temples. The body showed signs
of being athletic in his youth.  It had grown soft with years of
working behind a desk as a teacher and headmaster.  The chest
was sagging a little.  The belly was dropping.  There was not
much hair on his body.  The scrotum was heavy.  The left
testicle hung half way down hid thighs.  The right one was not
quit as low.  The cock was a tube that was about seven inches
long and the foreskin almost completely covered the head.  The
knob was no larger than the diameter of the shaft so that it
looked like a sausage.  Before he got in bed he lifted his scrotum
sack and pulled back his foreskin.  The opening was a hole that
was near the top of the knob.  The head was wet and very
purplish looking.

	When he got in bed he pulled Pascal close to him and the
boy rested his head in the left armpit of the adult.  The left hand
sought out the little nipple of the boy's.  The right hand roamed
down the smooth body.  The white skin was almost translucent
and the blood vessels were visible through the skin.  When Mr.
Parson brushed over the cock it sprang back up like a radio
antenna.  He took hold of the shaft and pulled the foreskin down
to reveal the little purple head.  He kissed the boy's mouth as he
started masturbating him.  Before the boy could climax he
covered the cock with his mouth and saw to it that he was given
the gift of all of the cum the boy could produce for him.

	Pascal had been playing with the adult cock while
everything was going on.  He used his free hand to wipe the
remaining liquid from his cock.  Then he turned around so that
he was lying across the legs.  That way Mr. Parson could watch
everything the boy was doing.  He pulled the foreskin down and
licked the head.  He masturbated the cock very fast and put his
mouth over the head.  Mr. Parson had to slow him down and let
him know how far down he could pull the skin without causing
him pain.  When he got the pace right he did it until Mr. Parson
placed his hand on the back of his neck and filled his mouth with
his warm cum.  The boy opened his mouth and let it flow all
over the cock and his hand.

	The boy spit the cum and wiped his mouth and tongue
with the back of his hand.  He did not like the taste of the hot
cum the first time.  After talking to Mr. Parson about it he was
ready to taste it again before morning.

	In the morning they had to console Ishmael for not having
his bunkmate most of the night.  They made plans to let him join
them on the next weekend after the school was close to empty.

	Friday night the boys were at his door in their pajamas
early.  They went into the study and Mr. Parson asked them if
they had been practicing.  The boys laughed and in answer the
question.  Pascal started undressing Ishmael.  When he was
naked, Ishmael undressed Pascal.  Mr. Parson sat in his chair
and watched as the boys stood in front of him and masturbated
each other for a short time.  Then Pascal helped lower Ishmael to
the floor on his back and then straddled his head and lowered
himself down.  He took hold of Ishmael's dark cock and started
sucking on the shaft slowly.  Pascal's was looking up at the pale
skinned cock dangling over his head and lifted his head to suck
the knob into his mouth.  As he lowered his head back to the
floor Pascal lowered his hips too.  The boys were in a classic 69.
They looked so sweet with one so black and the other so white.
They looked like the oriental symbol for Ying and Yang.

	Mr. Parson opened his favorite robe and sat back and
stroked his cock slowly as he watched the boys.  He stopped
them short of reaching their climax.  He took them to his
bedroom and had Ishmael get on one side and he got in the
middle with Pascal on his other side.  He gathered them close
and kissed them.  He had both arm around the boys and he had
each hand on the tight little bums.  The boys were giggling as
the looked across him at each other.

	Pascal wrapped his hand around the base of the adult's
cock and started stroking it up and down.  Ishmael placed his
hand above Pascal's hand and joined in on the masturbating of
their headmaster.  Mr. Parson sought out their little anus hole
with his fingers.  The crack was warm and wet.  When his
fingertip touched the tight little sphincters the boys were
squirming around. He stopped them one more time.

	He had to make Pascal sit up so that he could retrieve a
tube of jell from his nightstand.  The boys watched as he put a
generous amount on his cock.  He asked witch one wanted to sit
on his cock first.  Pascal spoke up first.  "How do I do it?"

	Mr. Pascal told him to straddle his hips and lower his
body down onto it.  Pascal did as he was told and as he squatted
down over the shaft Mr. Parson put some jell on a finger and
rimed the hole of the boys to lubricate it.  Pascal sat on the head
of the cock and got a pained look on his face for a second.

	Mr. Parson told him to stop and relax.  When you're ready
just let it slide in.  Pascal paused he started pulling on his own
cock a little and slowly lowered himself down the shaft.

	Ishmael was watching everything very carefully.  When
Pascal was sitting on the lap with the shaft all the way in his
butt, he started rocking forwards and back.  The cock slid in and
out causing Mr. Parson to feel like he was going to cum.  He
stopped Pascal and told him that it was better lit Ishmael get his
turn before I cum.

	Pascal dismounted and Mr. Parson applied more lubricant
to his cock and to Ishmael's hole before he squatted over the
shaft.   Ishmael found that as soon as the knob got past his
sphincter he was able to slowly lower his butt down until he was
sitting on the mat of pubic hair.  As Ishmael started rocking
Pascal sat on Mr. Parson's chest and pointed his cock at the open
mouth.  In a few minutes Pascal climaxed in the headmaster's
mouth.  That set Mr. Parson off and he came in Ishmael's butt.
They spent the weekend having sex with each other when ever
they got horny.


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