Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 02:20:39 EDT
From: daddy2maggie@aol.com
Subject: St. Nicholas House for Teenaged Boys

The following is a fictional story, which contains homosexual activity.  If
you are offended by such material, then what are you doing in this website?
If you are under the age of 18, go play a video game.  If, for any reason,
it is illegal for you to view erotica, you are breaking the law!  Get out.

This is a story about a home for teenaged boys who have been arrested due
to some sexual infraction of a homosexual nature, anything from getting
caught in a public restroom circle-jerk, to being discovered blowing an old
man in a porn theatre.  These offenses may seem minor, but they are
multiple.  The judge will send a three-time offender to St. Nicholas in
lieu of sending them to prison or juvenile detention.  The boys live at
St. Nicholas.  They are tutored privately there.  They eat together and do
social things "as a family."  The home is a family setting.  The boys are
assigned two to a bedroom.  How long they stay at St. Nicholas depends on
the severity of the infraction.  A boy may choose to stay at the home after
their sentence is completed, so long as they remain in school and follow
the house rules.  If a boy chooses to go on to a local college, they may
stay at the home until they get their bachelor's degree.

Their "daddies" were Zach, 40, a hockey player, standing 6'2, and weighing
in at 250 pounds of muscle, with salt and pepper hair and piercing blue
eyes, and Johnny, 39, 5'9", 135 lb, with wavy, brown hair and brown eyes.
Zach and Johnny had been lovers since they were residents at St. Nicholas
House, some 23 years prior.  St. Nicholas House had made such a positive
impact on them as kids, they agreed to leave their very lucrative jobs as a
contractor, and a bank vice president, respectively, to take the place over
when it was in danger of closing.

The ages of the residents ranged from 14-23.  Noah, 5'6", 125 lb, cute,
blond, and built like a little swimmer, was the youngest. Chad, a college
senior, 6', 160 lb, slender and classically handsome, was eldest.  Chad had
taken Noah under his wing when Noah moved in.  Noah had gotten into trouble
for performing oral sex for money.  For Noah, sucking cock was a matter of
survival since his family was poor.  Noah was extremely bright, and a very
good student.  Perhaps the reason he and Chad got along so well was that
Chad had entered St. Nicholas under like circumstances 9 years earlier.  A
very special bond had developed early on between Chad and Daddy Johnny when
Chad entered the home.

Before I introduce you to the rest of the "family," and the family friends,
let me tell you about the day Noah arrived at St. Nicholas House.  Since
Noah had been arrested for the third time, he was sentenced to 6 months at
St. Nicholas House.  He entered with his suitcase, accompanied by Officer
Tommy, 42, 6', 200 lb, Italian, and, not incidentally, Daddy Johnny's big
brother.  Noah put on a stoic face, but was scared out of his head.

"Hi, Tommy," Johnny sang, welcoming his brother and his brother's young
companion.  "Come on in."

"Thanks, Johnny," Tommy answered, entering, and patting his brother on the
shoulder.

"You must be Noah," Johnny continued, holding his hand out to greet the
young boy.  "I'm Daddy Johnny."

"Hi," Noah mumbled, barely touching Johnny's hand.

Tommy looked at his brother, raised his eyebrows and said, "Noah isn't very
talkative, bro.  Best of luck."

"We'll be just fine," Johnny assumed, wrapping his arm around Noah's
shoulder and walking him into the spacious living room.

"Well, I'll be off now," Tommy announced.  "Take care, Noah."

Noah didn't budge.

"Answer Officer Tommy, please," Johnny instructed in a very gentle tone.

"Thank you," Noah said quietly, looking up at the officer, crocodile tears
streaming down his baby face.

"Bye, Johnny," Tommy said almost apologetically, pulling the front door
behind him.

"So," Chad chimed, snapping his book shut and popping up from the couch,
"Noah, my name is Chad."

"Chad is our oldest resident here, Noah," Johnny informed him.  "He's a
senior in college."

"Really?" Noah questioned, looking up at Chad's handsome face.

"Really," Chad replied with a smile.

"Why don't you take Noah to his room," Johnny requested, "and then give him
the 20 cent tour."

"Sure, Daddy," Chad agreed.  "Come on, Noah, let's get your things up to
your room."

"And why don't you fill Noah in on our house rules, too, Chad," Johnny
added.

"Sure," Chad nodded, escorting Noah up to his new room, which was right at
the top of the stairs.

"Usually, the residents here are two to a room," Chad informed Noah, "but
we're an odd number right now, so it looks like you'll be alone, at least
for the time-being.  Would you like me to help you unpack and get settled
in?"

Silence.

"Noah," Chad whispered, "you'll get along much better if you respond to
peoples' questions.  Daddy Johnny is really particular about manners."

"I'm sorry," Noah whimpered, sitting down on the edge of his twin bed.

Sitting down right next to him, and wrapping his arm around Noah, Chad
comforted his new little friend, "Listen, Noah, we're a family here.  You
are safe here.  We're all in here because we all did similar things that
were against the law.  My coming here was the best thing that could have
ever happened.  Most of us feel that way."

"Were you scared when you came here?" Noah inquired, looking at his new
friend.

"Shitless," Chad told him affirmatively.

Noah chuckled.  Chad smirked, and kissed Noah on the top of the head.

"Now, let's get your things put away," Chad insisted, opening Noah's
suitcase.  "Not much in here, huh?

"Don't have much," Noah admitted, looking down.

"We should probably put your clothes through the laundry," Chad noticed.

"All I have to wear is what I have on," Noah revealed, "and that pair of
shorts, a couple pairs of boxers, those two tee shirts, my Red Sox cap, and
my sneakers.

"Well, let's get you out of those clothes," Chad encouraged, "and get the
laundry going."

"I won't have anything to wear if we put all my clothes in the wash," Noah
said, concerned.

"Hang on," Chad told him, exiting the room.

Noah removed his shirt, revealing his smooth, boyish chest, and a little
blond treasure trail that disappeared down into his pants.

Descending the stairs, Chad shouted, "Daddy Johnny!"

"Shhhhh!" Johnny insisted, coming from the kitchen through the swinging
door.  "You don't need to yell, Chad."

"Sorry, Daddy," Chad apologized.  "Listen, I'm going to help Noah do some
laundry.  All of his things really smell like they haven't been cleaned in
10 years."

"He could probably use a bath, too, Chad," Johnny figured.  "Why don't you
make Noah your project today, and get him cleaned up before the other boys
get back from their tutoring."

"You got it, Daddy," Chad agreed.

"Thank you, baby," Johnny said, gratefully.

Johnny returned to the kitchen, and Chad re-climbed the stairs, going into
his own bedroom and grabbing a fresh pair of white briefs from his
underwear drawer.  Rejoining Noah, Chad informed him of the day's agenda.

"So we'll get the laundry going," Chad instructed Noah, "then we'll get you
into the tub and scrub you down."

"I'm kinda smelly, huh?" Noah said, sadly.

Chad just grinned at Noah, and placed his warm hand on Noah's cheek.

"The only time I ever got to shower was after gym class," Noah told Chad,
"and I haven't been to school in a while."

"That's all history now, Noah," Chad assured him.  "Let's get you out of
those pants and get you cleaned up."

Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, Noah asked, "Do you have something for
me to wear?"

"You can wrap this around your waist," Chad offered, handing him a fluffy,
white bath towel."

"Wow," Noah marveled, "I've never used a towel that was this big and soft."

Noah turned his back to Chad, then dropped his pants and boxers to the
floor, revealing his sweet, smooth boy butt. He stepped out of them, and
wrapped the towel around himself.  Meanwhile, Chad bent down, picked the
clothes up, and gathered everything else that needed to be laundered.  They
headed down the hall to the laundry room.

"We take turns doing laundry here," Chad informed Noah.  "There are three
hampers lined up in here," he continued, flipping the light switch and
pointing.  "The one on the far left is for white, the one in the middle for
colors, and the one on the right is for towels and bedding."

"Wow," Noah observed, "sounds complicated.  "Why do you separate like
that?"

"Because no one wants pink briefs," Chad laughed.  "We wash whites with
whites and colors with colors."

Noah nodded, beginning to understand.

"All of your stuff is colored, so it would all go in the middle hamper,"
Chad added, "but since we're going to wash this stuff now, we don't have to
put it in the hamper, we'll just throw it in the washing machine."

Approaching the washer, Chad lifted the lid, and added detergent.

"Watch how I do this," Chad told the boy, "and I'll have you do it next
time.  Oh, and by the way, you wear underwear only one day, then it goes in
the hamper."

Embarrassed, Noah looked at the white tile floor.

"Sorry, Noah," Chad said regretfully, "I didn't mean to upset you.  I just
want you to know that things are different here, and all for the better.
You'll be clean all the time, and you'll smell nice all the time."

Noah cracked a half-smile.

"C'mon kiddo," Chad chanted, "let's get you into the tub now."

Chad gave Noah a pat on the behind, causing Noah's towel to fall to the
floor.  Noah quickly bent over to pick it up, exposing his little pink hole
to Chad.

"Sorry, again, Noah," Chad said, biting his lower lip.  "I guess I'm not
doing too well with you."

"It's okay," Noah affirmed, leading the way out the door and re-wrapping
the towel around his skinny waist.

Entering the large bathroom, Noah noticed two toilets, which were separated
by a partition, and two urinals, which were not.  He also noticed a row of
4 sparkling-clean sinks, a bathtub, and an entry that led to a gang shower.

Chad headed for the tub, knelt down, turned on the water, and tested it for
temperature.

Noah stuttered, "I...I've..."

There was a nervous silence.

"What, chum?" Chad asked, looking up at Noah.

"I've never...I mean, I only remember taking a bath when I was little, and
that was at my grandma's," Noah confessed.  "I'm not sure I know how to,
you know, take a bath."

Smiling to himself at the innocence, Chad tapped the top of the tub and
said, "Well, lose the towel and climb in here.  I'll help you out."

Slightly relieved, and yet slightly embarrassed, Noah stripped off his
towel, and got into the tub, one leg after the other.  Chad noticed the
boy's smallish, circumcised penis, which was topped by a small patch of
blond pubic hair, and his grape-sized testicles.  Trying to ignore his
sexual urges, Chad instructed this little cutie to sit down in the water.
Noah eased his butt into the water.

"We're going to go from head to toe," Chad began, dousing Noah's head with
water.

Noah laughed as Chad poured shampoo into his bleach blond hair, and
massaged it into his scalp.  It took 4 good shampooings before Chad felt
Noah's hair was clean.  Chad then gave Noah some soap and told him to wash
his face while he took care of his arms.

"Raise your arm for me," Chad requested.  Once Noah did so, Chad washed the
boy's armpit and arm.  This boy was ripe, but not for long.  Chad repeated
the procedure with the other arm.  Chad soaped up Noah's chest and belly,
then went around and cleaned his back.  After rinsing the washcloth, Chad
rinsed Noah off and told him to raise his left leg out of the water and
rest it on the side of the tub.  Chad noticed the leg was rather muscular.
While lathering it up, Chad told him, "Your leg is muscular.  Do you run a
lot?"

"Yeah, a lot," Noah nodded.  "Mostly when I'm in trouble, which is a lot."

Chuckling, Chad had Noah raise the other leg from the water and repeated
the procedure.  Once the legs were done, Chad had a moral dilemma on his
hands, literally and figuratively.  He was dying to see how big this boy's
peter would get, and had the perfect opportunity, but knew he should offer
for Noah to wash himself "down there" on his own.  Taking the low road, as
Chad rarely did, he just began soaping up Noah's private area without any
fanfare.  Noah leaned back and gave Chad full access.  Chad thought better
of stimulating Noah, and just washed his crotch, cock and balls quickly.

"Roll over, Noah," Chad instructed.

"What?" Noah wondered.

"I need to wash your butt," Chad said, matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Noah said, as if a light bulb had just lit up over his head.  He
rolled over and Chad applied the soapy cloth to Noah's bubble butt.

"You've got to make sure you clean your crack really good," Chad informed
the youngster, "so it doesn't smell.  Do me a favor and pull your butt
cheeks apart so I can dig in here."

Although this sounded like an odd request to him, Noah figured that Chad
had been about as nice as anyone had ever been to him, so he felt safe
enough to do as asked.  He reached back and pulled his mounds apart,
exposing, once again, that little pink hole.  Chad ran the washcloth up and
down Noah's crack, and then slid a soapy finger into his butthole.

"Ouch!" Noah yelped, splashing water onto the floor, and onto Chad.

"Sorry, buddy," Chad apologized.  "Gotta make sure you're clean in there.
You don't want to smell of poop when you meet the rest of the family, do
you?"

"I guess not," Noah reluctantly agreed.

"Okay, Noah," Chad said, having finished bathing his new pal, "stand up so
I can rinse you off."

Noah stood, and Chad did that very thing.  Noah looked and smelled much
better.  Chad helped Noah dry off, and then the boy once again wrapped the
towel around himself.

"Hang on for a second," Chad sang, "we have to rinse out the tub, so we
don't leave any of your grime behind."

Chad drained the tub, exposing a miserable ring, which the two of them
jointly scrubbed away.

"Teamwork," Chad said, holding out his hand to Noah.

"Teamwork," Noah agreed, shaking his partner's hand.

The two went back to Noah's new room.

"I still don't have anything to wear, Chad," Noah reminded him.

"Chad.  That's the first time you've said my name," Chad grinned.  "Oh,
here, I brought you these briefs from my room.  Put these on for now."

"I don't wear briefs anymore, Chad," Noah informed him, "but I suppose I
can wear them until the laundry is done."

"Well," Chad hesitated, "I guess this is a good time to fill you in on some
of the rules of the house."

Noah and Chad sat down on the edge of the bed and Chad began to educate
Noah.

"You see," Chad started, "one of the rules is that we wear white briefs.
All of us."

"You're kidding," Noah laughed, assuming Chad was making this up.

"I know it sounds silly," Chad went on, "but it is a rule.  Has been
forever.  Daddy Johnny tells me it was a rule way back when he and Daddy
Zach were residents here."

"Shut up!" Noah said in amazement.

Chad continued to inform Noah, "This isn't a prison, Noah.  There are no
bars on the windows.  The doors and windows all lock, except our bedroom
doors, but we're here on a trust system.  Apparently, years ago, guys tried
to sneak out, so they figured one way to keep everyone in was to make sure
they wore nothing but their underwear when they were in the house.  That
way, they couldn't go very far without being noticed."

"Okay," Noah understood, "but why white briefs?  Why not any kind of
underwear?"

Chad responded, "They figured a kid in his briefs was more noticeable than
a kid in boxers.  Boxers are more of a fashion statement.  Besides, there's
a whole `innocence' thing that goes along with wearing tighty-whiteys."

"That's quite a rule," Noah said in disbelief.

"So, put these on," Chad told him, handing Noah his briefs, "and you'd
better get used to them."

"You mean when everyone gets home today, they're going to get out of their
clothes and walk around in their underpants?" Noah quizzed.

"And an undershirt if they want.  Everyone under 18," Chad revealed.

"That's why you have your pants on?" Noah asked, looking at Chad's crotch.

"Yep," Chad nodded.  "That, and I have to go out in a while."

"You're going out?" Noah inquired nervously.

"Yeah," Chad whispered, "but I'll only be gone for an hour or so.  Don't
worry, you'll make lots of friends at the dinner table."

Chad was right.  Noah made lots of underwear-clad friends that evening.  He
even made a few friends who were wearing pants.  At the dinner table, Noah
met Daddy Zach for the first time.

"Daddy Zach," Johnny chimed, "this is our new resident, Noah."

"Noah," Zach said with a big smile, "come over here and give me a big hug."

Hesitatingly, Noah rose from his chair and walked passed his new friends to
his new `Daddy,' who was holding his arms outstretched.  Noah walked into
Daddy Zach's embrace and squeezed.  Daddy Zach squeezed back, and brought
Noah's cheek to his strong chest.

Releasing Noah from his hug, Zach formally introduced Noah to his new
`brothers.'  "I know you boys have been getting to know one another, but
I'd like Noah to introduce himself, and then all of you will introduce
yourselves."

It was like summer camp.  Or an AA meeting.  "Hello, my name is Noah, and
I'm a cocksucker."  Well, maybe not quite like that, but they all
introduced themselves, and revealed to Noah why they were there.  After
some encouragement, Noah admitted to his new family why he was there.  He
learned that night that no one in the house was going to judge him for
anything in his past, and that all the boys were there because they were
convicted of a sexual crime that was of a homosexual nature.

Dinner was delicious.  Daddy Johnny was a great cook.  Noah had a little
trouble getting used to Daddy Johnny and Daddy Zach as a couple, but he
seemed to like them both.  Daddy Zach, Noah thought, had to be the male,
and Daddy Johnny the female, since he did all the cooking, was very
motherly, and was a bit effeminate.

"How was dinner?" Chad wondered, peeking into Noah's bedroom.

Noah was laying in bed, next to the small lit lamp, which was on the
nightstand.

"Chad!" Noah lit up.

"Did you make some friends?" Chad inquired, sitting next to Noah on the
edge of the bed.

"Yeah," Noah informed him.  "You were right, they're all good guys.  And
Daddy Zach, he's really big and scary-looking, but was really nice."

"He'll be nice," Chad filled his friend in, "if you're good.  Daddy Zach
generally leaves the behavior problems to Daddy Johnny, but if he gets
pulled into something, look out."

"I'll be good," Noah promised.

"Okay, time for bed, buddy.  Lights out at 10:00 and it's 10:10," Chad
winked.  "If you need anything, I'm in the last room on the right."

"Thanks, Chad," Noah yawned, "I'll be okay."

Chad went to his room, which he did not share with anyone.  He had
convinced Zach and Johnny that since he was in his final year of college,
he would really need some privacy to study.  The two daddies bought it.
Once Chad had stripped out of his clothes, he slid between the covers in
his briefs.  Yup.  Chad wore tighty-whiteys, too.  He lay there thinking
about his new friend, and that beautiful, round butt, and little pink hole.
Chad began to get aroused, and slid his hand into his briefs.

Meanwhile, Noah was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.  He had met
some nice people, but with nighttime came loneliness, and soon he was
letting his imagination run wild.  He began to cry, and really wanted his
mom.  His mom knew that she couldn't protect him anymore, and that going to
St. Nicholas House was the best possible thing for him, once the judge
explained to her what sort of residence it was, and that he wouldn't be
treated badly.  Noah remembered that Chad had told him to come to him if he
needed anything, so, noticing that it was about 11:00, he got out of bed,
snuck to his door, and crept down the dark hallway to the last room on the
right.  Noah was relieved to see Chad's light on through the crack at the
bottom of the door.  He tapped lightly, and got no response, so he turned
the knob and slowly opened it.  Seeing his door opening, Chad pulled the
covers up over his hardon, and invited Noah in.

"C'mon in, Noah," Chad encouraged, "is there something the matter?"

Walking to his bedside, Noah started crying a steady stream of tears.

Chad reached under the sheets and snapped his waistband back up over his
softening cock, then threw the covers aside, sat up and wrapped himself
around Noah.  "Shhh," Chad comforted.  "Everything is going to be okay.
Better than ever.  You'll see."

"I want to go home," Noah whimpered, tears falling onto Chad's bare
shoulder.

"I know, buddy," Chad acknowledged.

"I want my mom," Noah bawled.

Starting to cry himself, Chad promised Noah that he could call her first
thing in the morning.  They always bent the rules a little for newcomers.

"Would you like me to come back to your room with you for a while?" Chad
offered.

"Would you?" Noah perked up.  "You wouldn't get in trouble?"

"Not at all," Chad informed him.  "Daddy Johnny told me that you were my
project today.  Besides, everyone but you and I have a room mate, so I
don't see any harm in us doubling up tonight."

"Great," Noah sighed.

Chad led Noah back to his room, where Noah got under his covers.  Chad
kissed Noah on the cheek, and began to walk toward the other bed.  Noah
grabbed Chad's arm and pulled him back.  Noah looked pleadingly into Chad's
eyes, and Chad looked lovingly into Noah's.

"Okay," Chad whispered, pulling the covers back, "just for tonight."

Chad joined Noah in his bed.  Noah crawled between Chad's spread legs and
lay down right on top of him, resting his sweet face on Chad's smooth
chest.  Chad rocked his little friend in his arms until Noah fell asleep.
It didn't take long before Chad's boner had sprung up again, being held
firmly against him inside his briefs.  He began rubbing it against Noah,
who's little cock was poking into Chad's belly.  Chad reached down and
managed to slide his hand into the waistband of the briefs he had loaned
Noah, and felt that his boy cock was, indeed hard.  He couldn't really
tell, but figured the boy's penis was about 4 inches hard.  It may not have
been long, but it was hard as a rock.  And knowing that made Chad rock
hard.  Chad wrapped his thumb and forefinger around Noah's little cock, and
began jiggling it.  Noah, still asleep, moaned and began moving his pelvis
back and forth slowly.  As Chad masturbated Noah, he rubbed his own cock
against his bedmate.  After not too long, Noah began spasming, and
squirting his cream onto Chad's hand and into his underwear.  Chad groaned
as he rubbed his penis against Noah one more time, and creamed his
underpants with his own jizz.  Their briefs soaked in their own cum, Chad
cradled Noah until the next morning.