Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 02:28:12 -0800 (PST)
From: David Copperfield <cinepro2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Club

				 The Club

				 Chapter 1


I looked around the room at the twenty-odd men seated on couches and chairs
in the lower common room.  They were a diverse lot, ranging in age from
barely 18 to the late 60s.  Most seemed fit and all were well-dressed.
They regarded me with keen interest as I outlined the way this
establishment was going to function.


"You all know what this is going to be: a boys' house.  That means just
what it says.  The boys who choose to live here -- and every one who lives
here will be here by choice -- are at home.  Each one is free to make
friends with whom he wishes and do what both of them agree to do.  Only
that.  This is not a place where men may abuse boys in any way.  Our house
motto is The Boy is the Boss.  Any questions so far?"


A middle-aged man raised his hand.  "What will the boys be willing to do?
I mean...this is a pretty expensive club to join.  We ought to know what we
will be getting."


"You will be getting the chance to meet a number of good-looking boys aged
anywhere from nine or ten up to about fourteen.  You will be able to
interact with them here in the common room.  We will put video games in the
alcoves you see there and there will be board games in the bookshelf.  Some
real books too, ones you can read to or with any boy who shows an interest.
You can bathe in the hot tub in the basement for up to ten minutes at a
time.  (It isn't healthy for boys to stay there too long.)  But until you
have been thoroughly vetted and approved, that's all you will be able to
do."


Another somewhat older man raised his hand.  "Could you go over the
procedure again please?"


"I was just about to do that.  As you all know this is a very exclusive
club. 'Exclusive' means what it usually does: expensive.  A first-year
membership costs 50,000 up front.  From then on it's 20,000 a year.  But it
means much more than that because our first interest is the safety and
comfort of the boys.  So once you have paid your first-year's fee -- which
is not refundable under any circumstances -- you will have to undergo a
thorough physical examination and background check.  (We can do quite
thorough check; we have contacts in the police department and elsewhere.)
If you fail the physical, if you are carrying any disease, you will be
rejected without possibility of appeal."


The man objected.  "If someone fails the physical -- if he's carrying a
disease he didn't know about -- he gets barred and doesn't get his
admissions fee back? That's not fair."


"You are all well-to-do men.  I'm sure you all have doctors of your own.
Have yours do a complete check-up on you before you apply to join.  We will
still give you an official one but you will know beforehand that you are
clean so not to worry."


"Once you pass the physical you will be free to meet the boys in the public
space, chat and play and soak with them without touching.  If the
background check turns up any material on you -- obviously, any arrests but
also any complaints or indications of suspicion -- we will look very
carefully at each one.  If there is any indication that you ever used
coercion of any sort we will give you a chance to rebut the accusation.
But I warn you, in that case the odds will be heavily against your
acceptance.  And remember: the initial fee will not be refunded."


"What happens if you pass?" asked the youngest guest with a note of
urgency.  "Do we get to fuck the boy then?"


"Not necessarily.  Exactly what you do is entirely up to the boy.
Remember, The Boy is the Boss.  But you still aren't ready to do anything
with one.  First the boys have to vote you in."


"Vote us in?"


"Yes.  At the end of your trial month you have to take another physical,
just to make sure nothing has crept into you since the last one.  Oh, I
should have mentioned this: you will have to sign a pledge that you will
not have sexual contact outside the club with anyone other than your wives
if any or with a single monogamous partner. If we didn't do that we would
have to keep giving you physicals every month.  This way we will only make
random checks now and then.  But we expect you to keep clean for the boys'
sake, always.

"If you pass the second physical you will be put up for a vote at a boys'
assembly.  We'll hold those at least once a week.  A booth will be set up
with two bins inside and a curtain in front. Each boy will be given two
marbles, one white and one black.  Each boy will go behind the curtain and
drop one marble in the voting bin and the other in the trash bin.  Or a boy
may choose not to vote by discarding both marbles.  After all boys have
voted on a candidate I will empty the voting bin in front of them all.  If
any of the voted marbles is black I will ask whether any boy wishes to
announce and explain his negative vote.  Then the floor will be open for
general discussion.  Once every boy who wishes has had his say we will hold
another vote.  If that vote produces any black marbles the candidate will
be informed that he is on probation for one more month and must continue to
observe the restrictions.  (If the second vote reveals a majority of blacks
then the candidate will be rejected and barred from further access to the
club.  Once again: no refund.)  If all the voted marbles are white then the
candidate will be admitted to full membership."


"And _then_ can we fuck?"  asked the young man impatiently.


"Remember who's boss.  The boys will all know which men have been admitted.
Any boy is free to ask any man upstairs to one of the bedrooms on the
second floor.  (The third floor is boys' private space to which no adult
except me may have access.)  But note: any _boy_ is free to ask a man but
not the other way around.  Every boy will know what you all want but it
will be up to your boy to decide whether to give it to you -- and _what_ to
give.  Not all boys want to be fucked.  Most of them will be inexperienced
in that particular act and will need to be carefully handled in order to
avoid discomfort or worse.  Some may never want to.  If yours doesn't you
will have to accede or try to find another who will.  Any violation of
these rules will result in immediate and permanent expulsion from the
club."





                             Chapter 2

Little Benji was sitting on the floor of the broom closet, his hands
wrapped around his knees.  He had found the closet on his first day in the
shelter and appropriated it as his 'sad room': the room to cry in, the room
to think in, the room to decide in.  There were coat hooks on the wall.
You can hang yourself from a coathook if you bend your knees.  He thought
about that every time he came here.


Benji had been sad for most of his ten years on earth.  His mother had died
bearing him and his father was more interested in his bottle than in his
baby.  He was happy to let the next-door neighbor, a nondescript and aging
prostitute, take care of the child's feeding and diapering.  Benji didn't
know whether his dad paid the lady for her attentions but he doubted
it. Daddy wasn't even nice to her; he would take her into his dirty bedroom
and beat her or something.  Anyway he made her squeal.  Benji was afraid of
him but usually managed to stay out of his way when he was drunk.  That was
most of the time so Benji had found a space where he could hide in the
basement. By the time he was eight (or so he thought; he wasn't sure just
when he had been born) he spent most nights there and only came upstairs in
the daytime when the neighbor lady was home to take him in.  But then one
day she wasn't there.  Benji pounded on her door but got no response.  He
climbed out the hall window and edged along the ledge till he could look
into her bedroom.  Her closet was empty and there were bits of clothing
strewn about on the floor.  Days went by and she didn't return.  Benji now
stayed in the basement through most of the day except when hunger compelled
him to sneak into his dad's place to get food, of which there was little
and most of that in cans he couldn't open.  Then he was forced to make the
rounds of the food stands and scrabble into restaurant trash bins gathering
whatever he could.

One morning about a month after the lady disappeared Benji heard heavy
footsteps on the stairs and saw two policemen pounding at her door.  One of
them tackled the door with his shoulder and burst it open.  Both entered
the room and Benji heard them rustling about, knocking things down and
swearing.  In a few minutes they emerged carrying a bundle of lady's
underwear.

"Are you looking for Miss Olivia?" The boy asked.

"Yeah, kid, that's who we're looking for.  Do you know where she is?"  The
beefy cop was brusque but not hostile.

"No, sir.  She ought to be home now.  She goes out every night but she
always comes back before morning."

Both policemen chuckled.  "Yeah, we kinda guessed that.  But we need to
talk to her about something else.  How long since you saw her last?"

"I dunno.  I don't think she's been home for a few weeks.  Why?  Has she
done something wrong?"

"Maybe.  Or maybe she was just with someone else who did.  We don't know.
That's why we need to talk to her."  He handed Benji a card.

"Could you call us when she comes back?"

"Um... we don't have a phone."

"Where do you live?"

Benji pointed to his father's door.  "In there, with my dad."

The policemen pounded on the door.  Benji rushed to it and opened it before
they could do it any damage.  They strode in and called for his dad.  No
reply.  Benji strode past them into the bedroom and found his dad sprawled
across the bed, his face covered with vomit.  He wasn't breathing.

The cop pulled out a radio.  He gave the dispatcher the building address
and apartment number, then added, "We got a stiff and a kid here."

He looked down with an expression of pity at the small boy clad in dirty
shorts and t-shirt, his tangled shock of bright blond hair flowing almost
to his shoulders.

"Is he dead?" Benji whispered with a shudder.  The other cop, the younger
and thinner one, nodded.

"Yes, son, I'm afraid he is.  Where's your mom?"

"Don't have one.  I killed her getting born."

The policeman's expression changed to one of concern.  "Don't ever think
that.  You had nothing to do with it.  Having a kid is tough business and
some women just don't make it.  But she wouldn't want you blaming
yourself."

These were the kindest words Benji could ever remember hearing from a man.

He relaxed a bit, then sagged and, to his own surprise, slipped to the
floor.

The young policeman gently raised him to his feet.

"I think you'd better come with us, son.  OK?"

Benji nodded and accepted the policeman's outstretched hand.  Within
moments he was ensconced in the back of the patrol car together with the
young policeman.  The older one took the wheel and drove off.  Benji didn't
know that this was an unconventional seating arrangement; as a rule both
cops sat in front.  But this time they thought the boy needed company.

"Can you find Miss Olivia?  She's the one been takin' care of me."

"We're trying.  We left a card in her room.  We want to talk to her too."

"Are you taking me to jail?"

"No, of course not.  Why would we take you to jail?"

"I dunno.  Isn't that what cops do?"

"To bad guys, yes.  Are you a bad guy?"

Benji had to think about that.  The candies and occasional toys he had
swiped from incautious vendors.  The times he had slipped past incautious
ushers to get a free peek at a movie.  Sometimes he wondered whether the
vendors and ushers had really all been that incautious.  He could swear he
had seen some deliberately turn away when they saw him approach.  But he
wasn't sure.

"I do naughty stuff sometimes," he admitted quietly.

The policemen regarded him gravely but with a tiny hint of smile at the
corner of his mouth.  "Have you killed anyone?"

"No!"

"Have you hurt anyone -- really hurt them, not just a punch or so?"

"No."

"Well then, I'm afraid there is no room in the jail for you.  We'll have to
think of something else."

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters: how old are you?"

"Nine....I think."

"You don't know?"

"No.  My dad never talked about that.  I don't even know where I was born."

"Hmmm... you are going to make a lot of work for us, you know."  The cop's
smile broadened a bit.

Benji hung his head.  "I'm sorry, sir.  I always make trouble for people."

He seemed on the verge of tears.

"Hey, no problem.  It's all part of our job.  One of the better parts,
actually.  Much better than

most of what we have to do."

"But where will you put me then?"

"Don't worry, we will find you a safe place."  They had reached the police
station and the driver parked in the space behind it.  The policemen took
Benji into the station, sat him on a bench and fed him a candy bar from the
machine.  The younger one stayed with Benji while the older went upstairs.

"My name's Tom, by the way." the young officer said.  He extended his hand.
Benji solemnly shook it.

"Thanks for helping me, sir...uh, Tom."

"My pleasure, son.  And while we're at it, what's yours?"

"Oh.  Benji.  I'm Benji."

"Glad to meet you, Benji."  Now the older officer reappeared, in the
company of a bespectacled man in civilian clothes.  Officer Tom told them
Benji's name.

"Pleased to meet you, Benji," said the civilian.  "If it's all right with
you we are going to put you in a place where you will be safe.  Just for a
while till we can find out more about you and get you into a real home."

Benji didn't know whether he wanted 'a real home' with strangers who would
pretend to be his parents.  He had heard about those from kids on the
street. They didn't sound like much fun.  But Benji kept quiet for now.

The 'safe place' they took him to didn't look all that safe to Benji.

It was a dingy four-story building on a drab street strewn with trash.

The neighborhood resembled Benji's own but the building looked frightening.
All the windows on

the first two floors were barred with iron grates and all the rest were
darkened with brown shades.  The roof was apparently enclosed in a
chain-link fence.  Before Benji could inspect further the civilian took his
hand and led him inside.

The view inside was not reassuring.  It looked pretty much like the inside
of the police station.  A beefy matron in a white dress sat behind a large
desk in confabulation with the civilian.  Benji, seated on a bench nearby,
could not hear what they were saying.  After a few minutes the civilian
walked over to him and tried to reassure him.

"You can stay here for a while. Don't worry, we won't forget you.  We'll
check on you now and then.  Meanwhile you'll have a bed and hot food and go
to school."

School?  Thought Benji.  I've never been to a school.  I won't know what to
do there.

The civilian was holding out his hand to shake.  Benji took it and realized
he didn't know the man's name.  By that time the man was headed out the
door so Benji missed his chance to ask.  It didn't matter because Benji
never saw him again.

Benji was assigned a cot in the middle of the third-floor dormitory.  The
dormitory took up the entire floor except for two small toilets in opposite
corners.  (Showers were on the floor below, beside the girls' dorm. Girls
were fewer than boys so there was room to spare there.) The boys' dorm was
divided into four sections by a system of racks from which curtains hung.
Each section housed boys of an age group. Benji's group was the youngest,
ranging in age from five to nine.  The older kids called his section
'Stinkyville' because a few of its denizens regularly wet their beds.

Benji explored the dorm hesitantly.  He had never seen so many boys in one
place, and some of these looked scary.  A few of them seemed almost grown
up, almost as big as his dad, with rough faces and broken voices.  Some
ignored him, others gave him a sour glance or an appraising one.  He wasn't
sure which kind was scarier.  The smaller kids looked less threatening but
none seemed to want to be friendly.  This was a safe place?  He had felt
safer in his basement at home.

After a while a young male attendant (also clothed in white) appeared at
the door and summoned the boys to dinner in the first-floor mess hall.  The
meal consisted mostly of mashed potatoes with a small helping of canned
green beans.  There was no meat and only an apple for dessert.  Then they
were escorted back to the dorm to occupy themselves as best they could till
bedtime.  Benji tried to strike up a conversation with the other kids in
his section but all of them seemed to shy away from him.  He couldn't
imagine why.

The sky outside the dingy windows had barely darkened when the attendant
reappeared at the door.

"Five minutes till lights out!"

Benji heard some of the older kids scurrying around but all of his
sectionmates were already on their beds.  The boy on the cot next to him
stared at him with what seemed to be a mixture of pity and cruel delight.

"You're gonna get it now, new kid."

"Huh?"

"You'll see.  They'll come for you right after lights out.  They always do,
to the new kid."

A sharp stab of apprehension coursed down Benji's back.  "What...what are
they gonna do?"

"You just gotta do what they say.  No backtalk and no 'no's', ok?"

"But...what are they gonna say?"

Just then the lights all went out.  "You'll find out in a coupla minutes,"
his neighbor told him.  And indeed within two minutes the curtains parted
to reveal two big boys walking straight toward him.  The larger of he two,
a dark-haired teenager with a scraggly proto-moustache, reached down and
grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Come on kid, time for initiation."  His companion took hold of Benji's
other shoulder and the two of them guided him -- propelled him, actually --
in the direction of one of the corner toilets.  They pushed him inside,
seated him on the toilet and squeezed themselves into the tiny chamber,
crowding it so tightly they could barely shut the door behind them.  It was
so dark Benji could only discern their belt buckles in front of his face.
Then both buckles fell and the pants with them.

"You know how to suck a cock, kid?" The dark-haired boy growled.

Benji knew what a cock was but...suck it?  Who would want to do that?

The big boy grabbed Benji's right hand and placed it on his own penis.  It
felt huge and somehow strange.  It seemed to have loose skin covering it,
not at all like the skin on Benji's own which always drew taut when he
played with it in the basement.  Now the boy leaned closer and placed his
giant penis at Benji's lips.  He took Benji's head in his hands and pressed
it toward him.  Benji resisted for a moment but he knew now what the big
boy wanted so he opened his mouth and let the thing slide into him.  He
almost choked.  The boy pulled back a bit and then thrust into him,
knocking his head into the wall.

"Keep your teeth off it or I'll crack you one," the boy growled.  He kept
on thrusting and pushing Benji's head back and forth.  Benji pulled off and
whined.

"I think I'm gonna throw up!"

"You throw up and I'll crack you _hard_!"

The boy continued his thrusts as he made the threat.  With a mighty effort
of will Benji suppressed his urge to vomit but constricted his throat to
prevent the penis from hitting the trigger that would bring his innards up.
It was a close call.  He was holding fast to the penis but he found that it
was pushing through the loose skin and farther into him.  Even while he was
trying to restrain its penetration he noticed that the head of the boy's
penis was a giant version of his own.  It was huge but smooth.  No sooner
had he realized this than the boy whispered urgently, "Suck it!  Harder!"
Harder!!" -- and suddenly Benji's mouth was filled with some creamy and
odd-tasting stuff.

"Swallow it!" The boy ordered.  With a shudder, Benji did. It took him
three gulps.

The penis started to soften but the boy kept his hands on Benji's head and
only pulled it out when it was almost limp.  Then he reached down and
pulled up his pants.  "s'OK for a beginner," he sneered.  "But you'll need
a lot of practice to get good." Then he backed out the door and left.

Now, with his eyes accustomed to the dark, Benji could see the second boy
standing in the doorway, his pants at his ankles and his penis exposed.  He
moved in closer until his penis was right in front of Benji's face.  He
took Benji's head in his hands and pushed, but gently.  He put Benji's
hands on it and Benji was pleased to feel that it was like his own, smooth
and devoid of loose skin.  It also felt smaller than the first boy's.

"My name's Derek," the boy whispered as his penis tapped on Benji's lips as
if asking for entry.

"I'm Benji," he said and leaned forward to take Derek in.

Sucking Derek was nothing like sucking the other boy. His thrusts were
gentle and his hands stroked Benji's head rather than holding it tight.  He
seemed to know how far in it was safe to go.  Benji found himself setting
the pace.

He decided to try licking it on the spot where he got the best feeling when
he played with his own.


"That's sweet, Benji.  You do it just right."  Derek was rocking back and
forth in the rhythm Benji had set. both of them gradually speeding up till
his thrusts were as fast as the other boy's had been, but not brutal.


"That's it, Benji...lick it around in circles.  I'm close now, gonna squirt
in you.  Open wide!  Open way back!  Please!  NOW!!"


Benji opened his throat as wide as he could and Derek's first squirt went
right down without even touching his tongue.  He was ready for each of the
next two so he gulped the whole load.  None was left in his mouth and even
the odd taste was barely noticeable.  It was over.


Derek stroked Benji's head and muttered, "Thanks, Benji.  That was cool."


Then he buckled his belt and backed out the door, holding Benji's hand.  He
guided the younger boy back to the right section of the dorm and gave him a
gentle push.


"'Night, Benji."

"'Night, Derek."  Benji pushed the curtain aside and returned to his bed.

The neighbor boy sat up in his bed as Benji was crawling into his own.

"Get enough to drink?" The neighbor sneered. Benji didn't answer.

"How'd you like Carl's cock?  Big enough for you?"

Benji shuddered.  "It was nasty.  Big as a cigar and it had all this loose
skin on the outside.  The real thing was inside the wrapper and it kept
poking in and out.  Ugh."

The neighbor boy was silent for a moment and then spoke aloud to the others
with anger in his voice.

"Hey, guys.  The new kid doesn't like uncut cocks.  Should we shave them
for him?"

He got out of his bed and approached Benji's.  He dropped his briefs and
wagged his penis in Benji's face.  It was soft and small, about the size of
Benji's own, but it was clearly encased in a sheath of loose skin.  Benji
stammered for a moment but before he could say anything the boy loosed a
stream of urine onto Benji's bed.  Benji was about to jump up and hit him
when he saw two of his other cellmates approaching.  As they reached the
bed they too pulled out uncut penises and started pissing.  Two more joined
them. They chuckled softly as they drowned Benji's sheets and then directed
their streams onto his body and even into his face.  Stunned, Benji shut
his eyes and waited till all of them had finished and returned to their
beds.  Then he stumbled out of his own now reeking bed and wandered around
the dorm peering through curtains in search of an unoccupied one. He
eventually saw one in a section peopled by middle-level boys, ages 10 to
12.  He tried to tiptoe in but one of the boys whispered loudly to him.

"Hey, kid.  You stink.  You can't come in here and stink us up because you
pissed yourself."

Benji was almost crying.  "I didn't piss myself.  They all did.  They came
and pissed up my bed."

"Hmm," the unknown boy said.  "Is that the new initiation now?  Easier on
the throat, anyway."  Several boys chuckled.  "Anyway, you can't come in
here with that smelly underwear.  Dump it outside."

Benji did as he was told and crawled, naked and miserable, into the strange
bed.

The next morning Benji returned to his own bed to find an attendant
dragging the soaked and stinking covers across the floor.  He cast Benji a
glance of contempt and muttered, "You Stinkyvillers are all alike.  Better
learn to hold it in or you'll get hell when you move in with the bigger
kids."

Benji tried to explain what happened but the attendant ignored him.  "I
ain't gonna change that mattress.  You'd just piss up a new one anyway.
You'll have to sleep on the stink."  He dumped the soiled sheets into a bag
and clumped off to the stairwell.

Benji's cellmates regarded him with cold eyes.

"Stink up our room, will you?" said one.  Benji was stunned by the unjust
accusation.

"Don't like our dicks, do you?"  said another.


They closed in on him, surrounded him and started pummeling his chest and
belly.  He yelled for help but no one came.  Now they were hitting his face
and pulling his hair.  One of them tripped him and he fell hard on his
forehead.  Now they were kicking him with their bare feet.  Good thing
they're bare, Benji thought vaguely.  Then he stopped thinking.  He stopped
feeling.  He just was.

He awoke on a cot in a different room, still naked.  A white-clad attendant
in hornrim glasses was leaning over him with an expression of impatience
and distaste.

"Awake now, eh, new kid?  You new ones are always the biggest nuisances."
Benji tried to explain but the man cut him off with a gesture.

"Stand up."  Benji got uncertainly to his feet.

"Walk around."  Benji took a few tentative steps, almost stumbling once but
recovering.

"You're OK.  Just try keeping out of trouble.  And when you need to pee be
sure to get to the toilet to do it, OK?"  Benji despaired of explaining and
just nodded.  The man gave him a pair of briefs, a pair of short pants and
a t-shirt. Benji put them on and the man gestured for him to leave the
room.  He heard boys' voices from down the hall so he went that way, opened
a door and found himself in the mess hall where a breakfast of some kind of
gruel was being served.  He had no appetite and the smell almost made him
sick so he made his way back upstairs to the dorm and fell on his bed.  Now
at least he could cry.




                              Chapter 3

The next week seemed to last forever.  Benji tried to make friends with his
roommates but they weren't having any.  His careless remark about penises
had apparently alienated them for good.  But at least they didn't piss on
his bed again.  Every afternoon the boys were taken up in age-groups to the
roof to play for half an hour each.  The play was dodgeball, the ball was
hard rubber and it was always aimed at him.  Benji had heard of firing
squads and he felt as though he were standing in front of one every
afternoon.  Bruises appeared on his chest and back and legs but when he
complained to an attendant he was cut off.

"This place ain't for sissies, kid.  Stop bitching and man up!"

Benji cowered in his bed each night in fear that the big dark boy would
show up and demand his services.  Whenever Benji ran across him the boy
would grab his own crotch and sneer: "Tonight I'll give you some more meat
and drink. Just wait up for me!"  Benji cringed at the thought.  But the
threats were empty; the boy never came.  Apparently he had partners he
liked better.

There was nothing for Benji to do each day except for the afternoon's
pummelling on the roof so he roamed the building at will.  The girls' dorm
and the kitchen were off limits but he was free to wander elsewhere.  On
the third day he found his way to the basement and into a broom closet at
its far end.  At least here nobody was likely to find him.  The room
reminded him of the basement in which he had spent much of his life but it
had one thing the basement lacked: coat hooks.  Benji wondered how long he
would have to hang from one before he passed out.  Probably not more than a
couple of minutes.  He could stand that.  The thought was comforting,
somehow: if he couldn't take it here any longer, he could get out in two
minutes.  But he always put off the decision for another day.  Maybe
something would change.

One day as the boys were jostling their way down the staircase to dinner he
spotted Derek leaning on the banister watchng them go by.  As Benji passed
him Derek whispered to him.

"Meet me by the toilet after lights out, ok?"

Benji hesitated, then blushed and nodded.

Derek gave him a wink and let him go by.

This time it was just the two of them.  Again Benji sat on the toilet and
took Derek's penis into his mouth.  Derek showed him how to play with it
with his hand while he sucked.  He thought he was like a baby sucking on a
big bottle.  The thought served him well: when Derek's cream filled his
mouth it tasted almost like the real thing.

After Benji licked off the last drops Derek surprised him. He lifted Benji
up and stood him on the toilet, then pulled off the younger boy's briefs,
slipped his small penis into his mouth and licked it like a lollipop.  When
he recovered from his surprise Benji grabbed Derek's head and began pumping
as the older boys had done.  He was amazed at the sensation: not as sharp
as the one he could give himself with his hand but smooth, slippery and
sweet.

Benji squeaked in delight but Derek suppressed his squeals with a hand on
his mouth and held it there till Benji exploded in him and fell forward
onto his face.

"That was wicked!" Benji exclaimed.

Derek rose up and Benji had a sudden urge to kiss his face. He got another
surprise when Derek opened his mouth and slipped his tongue out.  At first
he didn't know what to do but the tongue was tapping on his lips as the
penis had done so Benji opened up and let it in.  He felt Derek's penis
stiffen so he took it in hand and Derek did the same to his.  Derek's
tongue pumped in his mouth, both boys stroked and humped each other until
each reached another climax.  They pulled their pants back up and were
about to leave when Derek moved in and gave him another kiss, a tender,
closed-mouth one like those Olivia used to give him when she laid him down
for a nap.  Benji returned to his bed with an odd feeling in his belly.  He
couldn't identify it at first but then he realized: he was happy.

>From then on Derek called for Benji almost every night.  Benji's roommates
caught on to what they were doing and started calling Benji 'Derek's bitch'
but they didn't dare beat him up again for fear of what Derek might do to
them.

Benji was looking forward to starting school.  He thought at least it could
break the monotony of his days.  A special bus came to take the boys in
groups to a schoolhouse a few blocks away.  But school turned out to be
just another ordeal.  Since he had never been schooled he was put into the
first grade, in a classroom full of noisy six-year-olds.  The teacher
thought he must be mentally retarded so she seated him at a tiny desk in a
corner, gave him an alphabet book to study and proceeded to ignore him.
Benji leafed through the book and tossed it aside.  He knew his alphabet
perfectly.  He just didn't know what to do with it.  Left to his own
devices he picked up a couple of the illustrated story books that were
lying around and found that he could make out most of the words.  Once in a
while he could even ask the teacher for help with one but she seemed mostly
concerned that this big boy didn't try to bully the little ones.  She never
seemed to notice that he never did.  All in all school was disappointing.

The days all seemed to merge into a single endless one: mornings schooling
himself while his teacher ignored him and afternoons trying vainly to evade
the fusillade on the roof.  His only relief was his nightly rendezvous with
Derek.  One night as Derek was suckling him on the toilet he suddenly
realized that he had a new feeling, new and strange and rather wonderful.

"I love you," he whispered.  He could feel Derek's sucking mouth widen into
a smile.

"Me too, kid."  Derek took his mouth off Benji's penis and raised it to his
lips.  They sucked each other's faces and stroked each other to a mild but
comforting climax.

Three days later Benji returned from school to encounter an unexpected
visitor.  Officer Tom in his police uniform emerged from the office and
greeted him with a smile.

"How's it going, Benji?  Do you like it here?"

Benji was happy to see him and wanted to please him but he wouldn't lie.

"It's horrible.  The kids all beat me and the teacher hates me and..."  He
started to sniffle.

"Have you made any friends?"

"No.  Well, one.  A big boy.  Derek."

Officer Tom's smile widened.  "I know Derek.  He's a good kid.  In fact I
came to see him too."

"How do you know Derek?"

"I brought him here, two years ago.  He came from a bad home too, like
you."

"I'm glad you did.  Real glad.  If it hadn't been for him...."  Benji
stopped
 just short of mentioning the coat hooks.

Officer Tom seemed to know what Benji wasn't saying.  "Hang on for a bit
longer, ok?  I may have somewhere better for you to go."

"Really?  Can Derek come too?"

"Maybe.  Probably.  We'll have to see.  I can tell you more in a couple of
days.  Just hang loose and put up with things till I do, ok?"

Benji grinned at the thought: something to look forward to.  How long had
it been since he had had that?  He couldn't even remember.

Officer Tom brought out a box of candy bars and a big book filled with
beautiful pictures of places Benji had never heard of.  When he got up to
go Benji kissed him on the cheek.  The policeman grinned and responded with
a peck on the boy's forehead.

When he joined Derek in the toilet that night the older boy changed the
routine.  He sat on the toilet with his pants down, then slipped Benji's
briefs off and sat him on his lap facing him.  They kissed and stroked each
other lightly while Derek talked.

"Officer Tom knows a place we can go.  You and I and a few of the middlers.
Maybe one or two of your roommates too."

Benji made a moue of disgust.  "I don't wanna go anywhere with them.  They
all hate me."

"Don't worry about that now.  They all want to get out of here as bad as
you do.  Once they're out they may be more friendly."

Benji had his doubts about that but right now his penis was calling for all
his attention so he started pumping into Derek's hand and Derek did the
same in his.  He squirted far up on Benji's chest, caught the blob in his
hand and let Benji lick it off.  Then they kissed and parted.

Three days later during lunch an attendant tapped Benji on the shoulder and
told him to come to the office.  Officer Tom was there, talking with the
head of the home.  Derek was there too, along with a couple of middlers
Benji didn't recognize and two of his roommates.  One of them was his
neighbor, the one he thought of as the sneering pisser.  Benji took a seat
next to Derek, as far from the other kid as he could get.

The head of the home addressed them all.  "Boys, this officer wants to take
you to see a new place where you might relocate if you wish.  You don't
have to go there if you don't want to.  It's all up to you."

A middler spoke up.

"Is it like a foster home or something?"  He asked.

"Not exactly.  It's more like another boys' home."  A wave of un-enthusiasm
swept over the boys.  Officer Tom saw it and grinned.

"It's a different kind of boys' home," he said.  "A lot smaller than this
one.  More comfortable.  And the people there are really nice."

The last comment disconcerted the head of the home.  He seemed about to
object when Officer Tom turned to him with a smile.

"I know the people here are nice too.  It's just that they're so busy, with
so many kids..."  Mollified, the head returned Tom's smile.

"Would you boys like to go see the place now?  You can look it all over and
meet the owner and even stay the night if you want," Tom asked.

The boys looked at each other and at Tom.  They all shrugged.  All except
Derek who seemed actually eager to go.  Well, if Derek was eager then so
was Benji.  He wanted to go wherever his older friend went.  So they all
trooped out with Tom in the lead.  They all climbed into a white minivan
parked across the street.  Tom took the wheel.

"Where we're going is a rather special place.  It's going to be a boys'
home but there aren't any boys there yet.  You will be the first ones if
you choose to stay."

"What's special about it?" The middler asked. He looked to be about eleven,
with brown eyes and curly brown hair and a trim build.

"Well, Tony, it's sort of secret.  Not illegal or anything.  It will be a
sort of club.  A club for boys and men to meet and make friends."

"Make friends like how?" Tony piped up.

"That will be up to each boy.  Nobody will have to do anything they don't
want to.  But the men... they will want to get really friendly with the
right boy."  The explanation was met with silence.

"What will they want to do with us?"

Tom smiled.  "What do you boys do with each other in the toilets?"

More silence.  Finally Derek spoke up.

"You said it's up to each boy.  You mean we don't have to go with any guy
who wants?  And we only do what we are willing to?"

"That's the rule, all right.  In fact the club motto is The Boy is the
Boss."

"Cool!" Tony and the other middler exclaimed together. Benji's roommate
seemed more dubious.

"Are they gonna fuck us?"

Benji was puzzled by the question.  Fucking was what a guy did with a
woman.  He knew that now.  He hadn't known what his dad did to make Olivia
squeal but now he knew that was fucking.  But how does a guy fuck a boy?
Only one way he could think of.  The thought made him cringe.

"Only if you are willing.  Remember the rule," Tom answered.

They were passing through a part of town that Benji had never seen.  Clean
streets with small trees planted along the sidewalks.  Well-kept townhouses
with high stoops.  Tom drove slowly, careful not to miss any of the several
turns.  Finally he stopped in front of a three-story building that seemed
to consist of three townhouses clumped together with only a single stoop in
the middle.  Tom let them out while he parked the car, then accompanied
them up the steps and rang the bell.  A short, stocky man opened the door
and greeted them with a warm grin.

"Well, our first recruits!  Welcome to the club!  Come in and make
yourselves at home.  I'm Joseph.  I'm the head here."

He led them down a short corridor and into a room that seemed to occupy
almost the entire floor of the building.  A bright red carpet spanned the
room.  The central space was empty but couches and chairs and small tables
abounded near the walls, which were penetrated by a dozen small alcoves
each of which contained a television, a video game console or a bookshelf
full of books and board games.  It resembled a small and comfortable
library but Benji, who had never seen a library, didn't know that.  He knew
he liked the look of it though.

"This is the main common room.  The guests enter through the same door you
did and come in here to mix with the boys.  There will be refreshments for
everyone at the counter over there."  He pointed at a sideboard set into
the wall between two alcoves.  "Snacks and drinks.  No alcohol, though.  We
don't allow alcohol.  Makes people belligerent and that's the last thing we
want here."  Officer Tom nodded.

"Yeah," he said.  "Keep the guests sober and sane -- and keep the boys away
from the stuff."

Benji's roommate piped up again.  "Do the guys pay to come here?"

"It's a club," Joseph replied.  "Like the City Club or the Metropolitan
Club."  He was met with blank stares.  None of the boys had ever heard of
the clubs frequented by the city's business and political leaders.
"Members pay an admissions fee and dues every year.  There are one-time
rental fees for each use of the upstairs, too."

"The upstairs?  Is that where the fuck rooms are?" Benji's roommate asked.

Joseph seemed annoyed.  "Dont't call them that.  Those rooms are for a man
and a boy to do whatever they agree to do there.  What that is, is no one
else's business."

"So this is a whorehouse where the whores are boys?"  The other middler
asked.

"What's your name?" Joseph asked the boy.

"Sam."

"Well, Sam, no.  This is not a whorehouse.  In a whorehouse the whores are
employees.  They have to service any man who pays for them and they have to
do anything the man wants, at least if it doesn't involve violence. Often
one girl must service several men in a night.  The men are clients.  Here
the boys are residents and the men are guests.  Whatever happens between
them is entirely voluntary. And no boy plays with more than one guest in a
night."

Sam persisted.  "Don't the boys get paid?"

"No.  They get comfortable rooms and good food.  (We will have a permanent
chef beginning next week.)  The club doesn't pay them any cash.  If a guest
chooses to give a boy a present or a tip that is entirely between the two
of them.  I won't even know about it unless the boy gives it to me for
safekeeping.  If he does that I will bank it for him and give him the
bankbook."

Tony kept up the questioning.  "Are the fu-- er, upstairs rooms -- are they
our bedrooms?"

"No.  The guest rooms are on the second floor.  Your bedrooms are on the
third floor, along with two bathrooms.  Each has a toilet, a shower and a
tub.  That whole floor is off limits to all guests.  It's your private
space. The only adult allowed up there is me."

Joseph led the party up the stairs to the second floor.  It resembled a
floor in a hotel: a central corridor with eight bedroom doors on each side
and a bathroom at each end.  Joseph opened a door at random, revealing a
small room almost entirely taken up by a very large bed.  A bookshelf held
a small television set and two rows of books.  The only other furniture was
a small washstand.

"All the rooms look the same except for the pattern of the bedspread,"
Joseph told them.

Benji's roommate looked around and asked, "No windows?  Why no windows?"

Joseph smiled.  "Some of our guests will be very prominent people.  People
who are members of those other clubs I mentioned.  They could be
embarrassed if someone photographed them in a boy's bedroom."

The boy turned to Officer Tom and spoke sharply.  "I thought you said this
wasn't illegal."

"It's not.  Not anymore, anyway.  But it still isn't good politics or good
business to be caught in bed with a boy.  Especially not a boy as young as
you guys."

They all trooped up to the third floor which was laid out similarly to the
one below except that there were only six bedrooms, each with three
normal-size beds and two windows.


"We get windows?" Tony asked.


"yes.  Your careers won't suffer if someone snaps a shot of you at a
window.  But if you look you will see that the windows are tinted, one-way
glass, and each one has a curtain.  During the daytime no one can see in
and even at night unless you push the curtains away and stand up naked
right in front of the lighted window nobody is likely to see you at all."


Joseph then showed them the boys' common room, much smaller than the
first-floor one but furnished with three comfortable armchairs and strewn
with enough large cushions to seat a company of kids.  On one wall hung the
largest television set any of the boys had ever seen.

"You guys can hang in here on your off time but it also doubles as our
schoolroom."  Joseph told them.

"Schoolroom?  We go to school in here?  Why not to regular school?"

"We've got better teachers here.  Three of our members are professional
teachers but they are quitting their jobs to teach here instead."

Sam was quick on the uptake.  "Do the teachers get freebies with the boys?"

Joseph smiled.  "Yes -- on the same conditions as other guests.  The chef
will get them too.  And so will the security."

"Security?" Sam asked.

"Yes.  We want to ensure your safety.  There will always be at least one
off-duty policeman on the premises, either Tom or one of his friends from
the station.  In case any trouble erupts that one or two can't handle they
will phone the station and a couple of squad cars will be here in five
minutes."

Sam persisted.  "I still don't get why we can't go to regular school."

"I told you this won't be a whorehouse," Joseph answered.  "But regular
schoolkids may not make that distinction.  If they know you live here they
are likely to jump to conclusions and they might get nasty.  Better all
around that you go to private school, like the kids of many of our guests.
Their dads pay a fortune to send them there.  You get private school for
free."

As the party descended to the main common room a musical chime pealed
softly. Joseph went to the door to greet a delivery boy wheeling a small
cart laden with foodstuffs: pizza, cold cuts and several cartons of
Oriental dishes.

"We are camping out -- or in -- till the chef arrives," Joseph said.  He
spread the items out on three of the small game tables and brought plates
and flatware from a cupboard.  "Help yourselves."

The boys helped themselves with a flourish.  This was the first tasty meal
most of them had had for years.  They stuffed themselves so fast that
Joseph had to tell them to slow down.

"It's not going to run away.  And tomorrow there will be more -- for any of
you who stay over, anyway."

Benji looked at Derek.  "You stayin' over?" He queried through a mouthful
of pizza.

"Yup," Derek replied.  Benji grinned.

"Then I will too."

As the boys attacked the pizza Joseph continued to talk.  "Remember I told
you that the boy is always the initiator and no boy need go upstairs with
any man he doesn't fancy.  There is one exception to that rule, though: me.
I can hardly turn you all loose on my unsuspecting guests without checking
you out first.  That's my duty as a good host.  So if any of you want to
take up residence here you will have to spend one night with me first."

Benji's neighbor spoke up first.  "What about the part about us not having
to do anything we don't want to with whoever?  Do we have to let you fuck
us?"

"That part still goes.  Fucking is always optional.  Every specific act is.
But if you don't want to do _anything_ with a man then you probably
wouldn't enjoy the life here."

Sam was next with a question.  "What about us boys?  Do we get to fool
around with each other too?"

"As I told you, the third floor is all yours.  Whatever you want to do with
whoever you want to do it with is fine (as long as it's fine with whoever
you want to do it with, of course.)  School happens in the morning and ends
at noon.  After lunch you will have a couple of hours to do homework or nap
or play with yourselves or anyone else.  You won't have total privacy
because there will be several boys to a bedroom but if that bothers you you
can ask me for the key to one of the second-floor rooms.  You and your
buddy can play there but you have to leave the room in good shape for our
evening guests.

"You all need exercise to keep from getting flabby so at about three in the
afternoon the van will take you to a park and playground on the other side
of town where you can mix with regular schoolkids for two hours till
dinnertime. (If any of them ask where you live say it's in a group home on
the other side of town.)

"The guests will start arriving at seven or so and we would like you to
come down here and just hang out.  Of course we hope you will hit it off
with a guest now and then but that's always up to you.  You don't even have
to come downstairs every evening if you don't want to.  But we hope to see
most of you there most nights.  Any more questions?" No boy came up with a
question so Joseph asked one.

"Now that you have an idea how everything works here, does any of you want
to go back to the home?  Tom can drive you and leave you there."

Nobody spoke up.  There was a flurry of headshakes.

"All right then, you can all stay the night."  He fell silent and looked
around the group.  "Does anyone want to volunteer to be vetted by me
tonight?"

To Benji's surprise his sneery pissy neighbor raised his hand.

"Me.  I'll be the first."  Joseph smiled and beckoned him over.

"And what is your name, little friend?"

"Liam."

Joseph solemnly shook the boy's hand.  While he did so his other hand
reached around and fondled the boy's buttocks.

"How old are you, Liam?"

"Ten.  Well, almost ten.  Nine and a half, actually," the boy said
sheepishly.

"Nine and a half is a wonderful age.  Some of my best friends have been
nine and a half."  Liam gave a naughty little grin and Joseph gave him a
slightly naughty little hug.

Now the other small boy, who had not spoken a word since they arrived,
asked whether Officer Tom would be staying over.

"I have to go back to the station house for a few hours but I'll be off at
ten.  Do you want me to come back?"  The little boy nodded.

"What's your name?" Tom asked.

"Todd.  I'm ten.  Real ten," he added.  Both adults chuckled.

"Well, Todd Ten, I'll see you at ten then.  OK?"

Todd ran up and hugged the policeman.  "You can see as much of me as you
want, sir," he said boldly.  Tom kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"I will offer you the same deal, Todd," the officer said.  He stood and
shook the hand of each boy, then put on his cap and walked out the door.

"The rest of you can check out your quarters and hang loose till dinner
time.  You'll hear the bell," said Joseph.

"What about me?" Liam asked.  "Do you want me to go with the others or with
you now?"

"Your choice," Joseph replied.

"I choose you," the lad grinned.  Joseph hugged him once more and turned to
the others.

"We'll see you all at dinner then."  Joseph took Liam by the hand and led
him to the staircase that led to the basement.  "My room is down there.
There is a hot tub there too but the heat is off.  I'll start the heat now
so it should be ready to use by tomorrow."  Man and boy disappeared down
the stairs.  The others made their way to their quarters on the third
floor.

On the way up Benji found himself next to Todd.  Benji cast a cold eye on
the boy.

"I don't forget what you guys did to me in the dorm."

Todd turned to him with a flash of anger.  "I never did nothing to you.  I
didn't hit you and I didn't kick you and I didn't pee on you.  I was in my
own bed the whole time.  You were just too busy to notice."

Benji thought back and realized that except for Liam and one other he
didn't really know who had attacked him. He just remembered a stream of pee
-- some of it directed at his face, forcing him to close his eyes -- and a
flurry of kicks and punches.  He decided to take Todd's word.  Better to
make friends now, he thought.  We are likely to be roommates again.

When they reached their quarters the boys succumbed to a fit of giddiness.
They ran about the bedrooms, jumped up and down on the beds and started
roughhousing on the floor.  Then Derek took charge.

"Everybody get naked!"  He ordered, and everybody did.  They started
roughhousing again but now their moves were directed at specific parts of
each other's anatomy.  Derek approached Benji with a smile and a semi but
Todd stepped in between them.

"You've played with Benji lotsa times.  Now I want a turn with him."

Benji was nonplussed.  This was going a bit fast for him.  But hey, a new
friend....  he gave Derek a sheepish glance.

"Uh, maybe we two could play a little so as to make friends?"  He asked
Derek.

Once again Todd broke in and addressed Derek.  "You can play with both of
us if you want to."  Derek stroked his chin and pondered the offer gravely.

"It's a deal!"  He scooped up both naked children and pressed them against
his naked bosom.  His semi grew and stood to attention.  He took each boy's
right hand and placed it on himself.  They both giggled and tumbled with
him on the nearest bed.

                         -----------------------

Meanwhile Joseph led Liam into his own room.  Both a bedroom and an office,
it took up half the basement.  The other half was devoted to the hot tub,
enclosed in a curtain of transparent plastic.  Joseph led the way to his
enormous bed.  Liam jumped up on it and rolled around giggling.

"what are we going to do?" He asked.

"That's up to you, remember?"

"OK," Liam said.  "Do we both get naked now?"  He fumbled at Joseph's belt
but couldn't get it open.  Joseph stripped his own shirt off and then the
boy's.  Liam worked on Joseph's shirt buttons while Joseph slid the boy's
shorts and underwear off in a single gesture, then dropped his own.  Liam
regarded the man's body critically.

"Hey, that's cool," he said, pointing at Joseph's growing erection.  "It's
not too big.  I was afraid it would be a monster like Carl's."

Unlike many men Joseph was unconcerned with the size of his penis.  He was
glad it was small.  All his partners were small too, in every dimension.

He climbed onto the bed and pushed Liam farther up till his tiny organ
slipped into his mouth.  Soft at first it quickly stiffened and grew.
Almost three inches, Joseph estimated.  He carefully pulled back the
foreskin till his tongue could touch frenulum, the boy's most sensitive
place, directly.  Liam cooed and pushed into him and came (dry, of course)
in less than a minute. His spike never softened.

"That was fun.  Can we do it again please?"  Joseph complied.  This time
Liam lasted almost two minutes.

"Next time you get to lie on top," Joseph told him.  Liam reached out and
touched him.

"Yours is smooth like Benji's," he said.  "It's good you don't have to
sleep in our dorm.  The kids would beat you up like they did to Benji."

Joseph cast a cool glance at the boy.  "_They_ did?  Way I heard it, you
were the one who started it."

Liam took a defensive tone.  "Hey, what'd he expect?  Here's the new kid,
just got here, and the first thing he says to us is that our dicks are all
nasty."

"Was he talking about yours?  Or was he talking about that hulk Carl who
grabbed him out of bed and dragged him to the toilet and shoved his great
big dick into the boy's mouth?"

"Uh... well, but... I mean, ours are the same kind, only smaller."

"Uh huh.  Haven't you heard?  Size matters.  Too big can be too bad,
especially for a little kid who never knew that dicks were for sucking
anyway.  You should have given him a break instead of terrifying him."

Liam hung his head and said nothing.

"It's gonna be a little hard for you to make friends but I'd like you to
try," Joseph said.

Liam nodded.  "OK.  I'll try.  Tomorrow.  But... what do we do now?"

"Whatever you want."

"Have I passed the test so far?"

"So far you have passed with flying colors.  You got two bangs in five
minutes.  How many can you get in a night?"

Liam grinned with a mixture of shyness and pride.  "Two or three time in a
night, usually, and maybe one or two in the morning.  One night I went
eight times though.  That's my record...so far."

"Was it still good the eighth time?"

"Yup," the boy asserted.  "I was going for nine but I fell asleep."

"You will be very popular with our guests.  But of course they will want a
little help from you to get where they want to go too."  Liam nodded and
reached for Joseph's organ, now fully erect at a bit over five inches.  He
fondled it gently.

"I think Benji's right.  Smooth is cool."  Without another word he slid
down and took it in almost half way.

"Take it easy.  Don't choke on it," Joseph smiled.  Liam moved up and down,
each time taking the penis farther into him.  Once he almost gagged and
pulled back but kept on sucking.

"Lick it on the spot," Joseph urged.  "You know the spot?"  Liam nodded and
started licking in circles on his smooth frenulum.

"It won't be long.  You're really good.  You want me to squirt in you?"

Liam took the penis out of his mouth and stroked it with a circular motion
for a few moments.  He was thinking.

"Do you want to?"

"If it's all right with you."

Liam leaned down and kissed it right on the spot.  Then he took just the
head into his mouth and licked it while he stroked the shaft with both
hands.  Joseph was surprised at his mastery of technique.

"You've sucked some big ones before, haven't you?"

Liam nodded, then raised his head.  "Yeah, you really have to there.  But
the big guys mostly aren't very nice.  They just want to jam it into you
fast and force you to drink.  It's no fun at all."

"We will do things differently here.  We want everyone to have fun, both
boys and guests.  And you don't have to swallow the squirt or even take it
in your mouth.  You can finish up with your hand if you want."

Still stroking the penis Liam asked, "My hand?  What about my ass?"

"I doubt you are ready for that yet."

"But that's what the men will want, won't they?  I heard men like to do
that."

"I'm sure every guest would like to enter a boy's bottom.  But I know many
boys really hate that.  Do the big boys do that at the home?"

"Some of them fuck each other or a few of the middlers.  But they don't
fuck the little kids 'cuz it hurts them and they scream and get the big kid
in trouble."

Joseph was finding it hard to continue the conversation because he was
about to come in the boy's hand.  "Could you take me to the finish now
please?" He asked.  Liam leaned down and took it back into his mouth.
Joseph wanted to be sure what he meant by the act.

"Gonna swallow?"  Liam nodded.  Joseph took the boy's head in his hands and
pumped gently, not wishing to make him gag.  Liam licked faster.

"It's coming ...now!"  Joseph exclaimed and fired a bolt onto the child's
tongue.  Then he slid an inch further in and discharged the rest of his
sperm right into his throat.  When he was finished he lay back in a fog of
satisfaction.  Liam kept his mouth where it was till he had licked off the
last drop.  Then he scooted up to lie on Joseph and impishly rub noses with
him.  He spoke softly.

"You can try fucking me if you want."

"Have you ever been fucked?"

"No.  Carl tried it on me once but it hurt and I told him to take it out or
I would scream.  But yours is smaller and smooth.  I think I could fit it
in."

Joseph kissed him, at first with mouth closed.  It was Liam who opened his
mouth first but Joseph was first to slip his tongue into his partner.

"That's kinda weird," the boy said with a smile.  "Weird but good."

"Nobody did that in the home?"

"Nope.  Not with me, anyway.  They kissed with dicks, not with tongues."

The two lay together, rubbing each other's bodies and gathering strength
for the next exercise.  Joseph lazily fingered the boy's crack and tried to
slip his finger in.  It didn't go far.

"You're still too tight.  It would hurt."

"Don't you have some slippery stuff to put in it?"

Joseph kissed him lightly and got off the bed.  He rummaged in a drawer of
the bedside table and brought out a tube.  Liam grinned and flopped onto
his belly, raising his butt into the air.  Joseph inserted the tube tip
into him and squeezed.


"Ooh!  That's cold!"  Liam squirmed about for a few moments and then lay
still.  Joseph gently pushed his forefinger into the hole.  It stretched
enough to let him in as far as the second knuckle.  The boy purred and
wriggled a few times, then turned on his side, facing away from Joseph.  It
took the man a minute to realize the boy had dozed off.  As he relaxed
Joseph slowly pushed his finger all the way inside.  He spooned himself
against the naked boy, hugged him with his left arm and then slipped into
sleep as well.





                             Chapter 4


Derek was lying face up on one of the beds.  The two small boys were lying
beside him, lazily stroking his solid erection.  Todd looked past it at
Benji.


"I guess you like his better than mine.  It's smooth like yours."

Benji looked closely at his new friend's organ.  It was wholly encased in
foreskin which protruded beyond the tip.  Benji chuckled.

"Yours is kinda cute.  Looks like a baby bottle with a nipple."  He reached
over Derek with his left hand and wrapped it around Todd's penis which
stiffened with the stimulation but remained encased.

"You think it will be like Carl's when you grow up?  I hope not. I really
hated his."

Todd snorted.  "Tell me about it.  He gave me the same treatment my first
night.  I was only eight.  I didn't even know you could suck them and he
didn't teach me how.  He just jammed it into me and told me not to yell or
he'd kill me."

Derek looked embarrassed.  "Carl's a brute.  He doesn't care about the
other kid.  He just wants to get off.  I oughta know."  He seemed to be
about to say more but Benji interrupted him indignantly.

"Then how come you came in with him to give me my 'initiation'?"

"I wanted to protect you."

"Protect me?  I didn't see you doing that.  You just stood there and waited
for your turn."  As his anger rose Derek's penis shrank as though to escape
from the younger boy's blast.

"Sometimes he gets carried away during the initiation and tries to force
his way into the little kid's butt.  I have to make him stop before he
hurts the kid.  He said something about 'doing' you.  I told him if he
tried I would call an attendant."

Benji was silent for almost a minute.  Then he crawled onto Derek's belly
and kissed him.

"Thanks for telling me.  I knew you were a good guy but I couldn't forget
that first night.  Now I can."  And he kissed Derek again, this time with
his lips parted.  Just before their tongues met Benji spoke to Todd.

"Keep up what you're doing down there.  I'll handle business up here."

He wrapped both hands around Derek's head and took his tongue as deeply as
he could.  He was lying slightly to one side so Derek's penis, now erect
once more, was available for Todd's attention.  Todd regarded it
critically, still stroking.  As it began to leak he moved lower on the bed
and slipped the penis into his mouth while still stroking it with both
hands.  He slurped noisily on Derek's organ while Derek and Benji slurped
on each other's tongue.  Tony and Sam stood by the bed chuckling and
stroking themselves. After a minute Derek removed his mouth from Benji's
and spoke.

"I'm gonna squirt, little buddy."  Todd slipped the penis out of his mouth
and moved his hands higher, tickling the head without breaking the rhythm.
About ten seconds later Derek pushed up, pumped twice and emitted a
sizeable glob of boy juice.  It sailed through the air and landed on
Benji's back.  The next two spurts landed on his own chest.

"Cool!" Todd exclaimed.  "I never saw the spurt before!"

"Really?  Didn't you do it with anyone but Carl?"

"After the 'initiation' I didn't do anything with anybody for months.  Then
David asked me over but he didn't take me to the toilet.  He just took me
into his bed and laid on me and humped till he squirted on me but I never
got to see it happen."

Derek chuckled.  "Yeah, that's David all right.  That's all he ever does.
He's sorta antsy about the other stuff.  I don't know whether he even uses
his hand on himself.  I think he just humps his bed."

Todd smiled back. "I know how to do that too but most of the time I like my
hand better."

"Wanta try my mouth?"  Derek gently pulled the little boy up till Todd was
sitting on his chest.  Derek reached behind him, grasped his buttocks and
gently urged him forward till his little penis slipped into Derek's mouth.

"Can you pull the skin back?  It will feel better if I can lick the top
part bare." Todd reached down and pulled at himself.

"Ouch.  It's kinda tight."

"OK, don't push it.  Just keep your hands there and see if it will come by
itself."  He licked slowly on the nipple of foreskin.  Todd pumped harder.
Derek pulled his head back and put his thumb and forefinger on the
still-covered organ.

"Push it into my hand.  Keep going unless it hurts."

Todd did as he was bid.  Benji watched closely.  So did Tony and Sam. All
of them saw the head begin to emerge from its covering, a little farther
with each stroke.  When it was fully exposed Derek started to take it into
his mouth but Todd stopped him.

"Keep doing it with your hand!  Please!"  He pushed harder.  Derek lifted
his head until his tongue just made contact with the boy's most sensitive
spot but continued to use his fingers.  He had to force himself to resist
the temptation of taking the little organ, now fully exposed, into his
mouth.

"Yes!!"  Todd exclaimed.  Only as he neared his climax did he push all the
way in.  As soon as he did so he shuddered once, then twice, and collapsed
onto the older boy's face.

"Wow.  That was the best ever!"  They lay in that position for about a
minute until Benji spoke up.

"Now could someone wipe the stuff off my back?"

Everyone burst out laughing.  Tony took a tissue from a box someone had
thoughtfully put on one of the tables.  He carefully, almost lovingly,
wiped Benji's back clean.  Sam was still standing by the bed playing with
himself.

"Don't you guys want to do something with each other?"  Derek asked.  The
two middlers regarded each other with embarrassed grins.

"Like what?"  asked Sam.

"Ever heard of sixty-nine?"  Tony blushed slightly.

"That's like...where you suck each other at the same time, right?"

"Yup.  Want to try it?"

"Um..." Tony stalled.  Sam gave him a wicked grin.

"I will if you will."

"Um... ok."  They lay down on the bed next to the one the others occupied.

"What do we do?" Tony asked.  Derek went to their bed, pulled Tony up by
the shoulders and turned him over till his head grazed Sam's crotch and
Sam's head grazed his.

"Just lie sideways like that and take each other in.  Try pulling back the
skin if you can."  They did as they were bid.

"Now put a finger in your mouth so you can tickle the good spot while you
lick on the top."  Both boys complied.  The others watched with
curiosity.After a minute Sam's thrusts became more urgent and he moved
almost unconsciously until he was lying on top, still thrusting.  Tony
continued reciprocating, apparently unconcerned with the change in
position.  Sam was pumping so hard now that Derek began to worry but Tony
seemed to be taking it without complaint.

"Uh!  Uh!"  Sam grunted and shuddered and came.  Without pausing even for a
moment Tony rolled over on top of him.  By the time he reached his own
orgasm Sam was stiff again.

"Wild!" said Tony.

"Yeah!"  Sam agreed.  "Wanna do it again?"  They resumed their side-by-side
position and took each other in again.  This time they took it more slowly
and stayed in position.  They took five minutes to reach their climaxes
within seconds of each other.  Then Sam turned back so they were again
lying head to head.  They started hugging each other and broke out
laughing.





                           Chapter 5


Joseph had set the chime to ring louder in his room than above.  One ring
woke him now.  He was still spooned behind his young bedmate who was
sleeping on.  Joseph carefully extracted his finger from the boy, jumped
into a pair of jogging pants and a shirt and padded up the stairs to the
door to greet the same boy who had delivered the noon meal.  Now he wheeled
a cart piled with covered pans, each emitting a hint of fragrant steam.
Joseph was about to call upstairs when a tumble of boys appeared, jostling
each other on the staircase in a merry race to get to the food first.
Joseph and the delivery boy pushed four of the game tables together at the
middle of the room and set the pans on them together with a stack of
plastic plates and tableware.

"Help yourselves, boys.  It's cafeteria style now.  When we get set up
you'll take your meals on your own floor but for now we're still in camping
mode."

Joseph and the delivery boy removed the covers from the steaming tureens
and each boy helped himself to the contents: roast beef in one, chicken
stew and rice and dumplings in others.  For a few minutes the only sound
was that of furious chomping.

"This food is great!"  Tony exclaimed.  "Will we eat like this every day?"

"When our chef comes on board we'll eat even better," said Joseph.  "He's
been working at a fancy restaurant and he just gave them notice so he can
come to work here."

Derek seemed surprised.  "Won't he lose money by quitting his job?  Are you
gonna pay him that much?"

Joseph smiled.  "No, nowhere near as much.  But he's single, no family to
support, and he will get freebies with any boy who's willing."

Derek frowned and jerked his head in the direction of the delivery boy who
was standing beside the table ladling out seconds and thirds to the hungry
boys.  Joseph caught his meaning.

"George here has given his notice too.  He will join us as the chef's
assistant."

The boys had paid little attention to the teenager but now they gave him a
critical appraisal.  Taller than Derek by a couple of inches, he was
black-haired with a hint of moustache on an otherwise undistinguished face.
Benji was reminded uncomfortably of Carl but this young man radiated none
of Carl's menace.  Discomfited by the attention, he blushed and looked down
at his feet.  Todd piped up.

"So he gets freebies too?"

"If anyone wants," Joseph smiled.  "Same conditions."

George kept his head lowered and barely missed ladling a spoonful of stew
onto the table instead of onto Sam's plate.  All the boys laughed.

Todd piped up again.  "Did Liam pass the whole test?"

Liam shook his head.  "Not yet.  We haven't fucked yet."  George looked up,
startled by the youngster's frank phrasing.

Joseph shook his head.  "I told you, fucking isn't part of the test.  Liam
passed with honors."  He turned to Liam and asked whether he wanted to join
the club.  Liam grinned and nodded furiously.

"Excellent," Joseph declared.  Then he rose to his feet and shook Liam's
hand.

"You are now officially our first boy."

Still seated and shaking Joseph's hand, Liam asked impishly, "Does that
mean I'm the boss of the boys?"

"No.  The title is purely honorary."

Liam made a little moue.  "I can't tell them to make my bed or clean up
after me?"  His eyes twinkled.

"I'm afraid not.  We aren't a boarding school.  Being first boy here is
like being Queen of the May or King of England.  Maybe we'll hang your
picture on the wall sometime but that's about all the glory you will get.
Oh, and you may have to make speeches on special occasions."

Liam's brow furrowed.  "Speeches?  I dunno how to make speeches.  I'd be
scared."

Joseph ruffled his hair.  "Just kidding, kid.  You don't have to do
anything you don't want, remember?  That includes speeches."

George had recovered from his embarrassment and resumed his ladling duties.

"Sit down and join us for dinner," Joseph invited.  George pulled up a
chair and set it next to Derek, who solemnly shook his hand.

"Welcome to the club, George," he said.  Liam broke in.

"Hey, you can't welcome nobody yet.  You ain't a member yet.  I'm the only
member so far."  He was smiling so Derek took no offense.

Tony shook his head in puzzlement.  "Shouldn't the men be the members?
They're the ones who pay the dues and all.  How come they're only guests?"

"Good point," said Joseph.  "Actually everyone is a member, both men and
boys.  But we wanted some way to distinguish the two groups.  We didn't
want to refer to you boys as staff -- and certainly not as servants -- so
we chose to call them guests and you guys members.  But maybe we should
call you 'hosts' instead.  Hmm... I like that idea.  How about you?"  The
boys all smiled and nodded.

"So will George be the first guest?" Liam inquired.

"Probably the second.  Remember, Tom is coming back tonight."

Derek turned to George with a small smile.  "You could be first if you
want."

George's blush returned with a vengeance.  "Er,,, I gotta get back to the
restaurant with all the stuff," he mumbled gesturing at the mostly empty
tureens.

"Don't you get off later?"  Derek asked.  The boys broke into laughter at
the unintended pun.

"Uh...well,.. I finish up at ten but I usually sleep upstairs at the
restaurant."

Joseph glanced at Derek.  "Would you like George to sleep here, with you?"

Now it was Derek's turn to blush.  "Well, if he wants..."

George turned to Derek with a bemused expression.  His blush was fading.
He struggled to speak but then just nodded.

"We'll expect you back then, soon after ten, right?"  Joseph asked.  George
nodded again.  He started loading the tureens back onto the cart.  All the
boys rushed to help.  Then he grinned and pushed the cart toward the door.

"See you then," he said to all the boys.  But he was looking back at Derek
as he wheeled the cart out the door.  Joseph turned to Derek.

"You've only been here a couple of hours and you are already making me
change my procedure," he joshed.

"Huh?  How so?"

"Remember, I said I always had to check a boy out before I turned him loose
on a guest.  But you seem to have preempted me."

"Preempted?"  Derek puzzled over the word for a moment.  "Oh, you mean like
cut in on you?"

"Sort of.  But since you and George seem to have come to your own
agreement, who am I to interfere?"

"You could test me first if you want to, sir," Derek replied.

"Call me Joseph.  We don't 'sir' here, except to the guests.  Best to call
them 'sir' until they tell you not to.  (Some of them may never tell you
not to because they're used to everyone calling them 'sir' at their offices
and everywhere.)  And I'm going to let you off my test because I think Liam
wants to try for more tonight.  Is that right, Liam?"

Liam grinned wickedly.  "Yeah, we're gonna go for the gold!"

"We'll see about that," Joseph said.  "I'm not sure you're ready to go for
the gold yet.  Maybe you'll have to be satisfied with silver or bronze."
He turned back to Derek.

"I'll let George do the testing for me.  If he OKs you I will accept his
verdict."

"Cool," said Derek.  "So what do we all do now?"

"You have the run of the house.  You can stay down here and play some games
or you can go upstairs and watch TV or read or play any way you want."

"You and Liam going back downstairs?"  Todd asked.  Joseph turned to Liam
who nodded eagerly.

"Guess we are.  All of you come down with us and you can look over our
quarters and the hot tub.  And there's some other stuff I want to show you
there."

All the boys trooped down the stairs.  The hot tub was steaming behind its
plastic curtain.

"Wow, can we get in that?" Sam asked.

"I don't think it's ready yet but it will be tomorrow.  But no boy can use
it without an adult present.  Too much exposure is bad for you.  I want to
show you something in my room first."  Joseph led them all into his
bedroom.

"Look at that bed!" Tony exclaimed with a gesture.  "We could all fit in
there!  You could have an orgy!"

Joseph regarded him with mock sternness.  "We don't have orgies here.  Just
friendly get-togethers.  But we might have get-togethers with more than two
people now and then.  Just for fun and friendship."


"Whatever." Tony shrugged and jumped onto the bed. Sam and the little boys
all joined him there and jumped up and down.  Derek looked worried.

"Won't they break the bed?" He asked Joseph.  Joseph shook his head.

"Nothing there to break.  Foam on top and a thick mattress laid right on
the rug.  The only danger is that a kid could jump too hard and land on the
floor."  He gestured to a bedside table on which stood what appeared to be
a microphone.

"This is our intercom.  It connects to your rooms on the top floor -- and
to each of the second-floor rooms too.  So you can always call me wherever
you are."  He walked to a wall and opened a sliding door to reveal an array
of screens: a large one on top and four smaller ones in each of four rows
below. All were blank but Derek caught on at once.

"You can look into all the rooms?"  Joseph pushed a button and all the
screens lit up.  The large one displayed the common room and each of the
other sixteen showed one of the second-floor bedrooms.

"This is our security system.  I can monitor every room.  If I see anything
going wrong, any guest giving a kid a hard time, I just get onto the
intercom and give him a warning.  Three warnings and the guest is suspended
for a month.  If he doesn't mend his ways he gets expelled from the club."

"You've really got our backs, haven't you?"  Derek asked admiringly.

"And you can peek into all the bedrooms whenever you want to," said Todd
with a dubious-looking grin.

"I could and I will, now and then.  But mostly just to check that you are
all right.  I don't expect I'll need to peek to satisfy my...uh,
curiosity."

"You gonna have a boy in bed every night?"  Todd chirped.

"Maybe not every night.  Maybe two or three some nights.  We close the door
at midnight so no new guests come after that.  Any boys who haven't got a
guest can come down and enjoy a midnight snack with me."

"Hmmm..." mused the lad brazenly.  "What's on the menu, your dick?"

"That item might appear as might others.  I'll let the boy or boys decide
that."  Joseph chuckled and continued, "The tour is over now.  You are all
free to go upstairs and enjoy yourselves."

"What about me?" Liam pouted.  "Don't you want me to stay?  We haven't
finished our business yet."

"Of course you are welcome to stay, First Boy," Joseph said solemnly.  "As
for business, we'll see about that."

"So do we have lights out?  What time?" Tony asked.

"That's up to you too.  You have six bedrooms so some boys can sleep early
and others can stay up late."

"Todd and Derek will be staying up late, right?  They're both expecting
visitors."

"That's right.  When Tom and George come I will give them each a key to one
of the second-floor rooms.  Then I'll call Todd and Derek to come down and
meet their guests in the common room.  They can hang around there for a
while or go straight upstairs as they wish.  Any more questions?"

Brash as always, Todd replied.  "No more now.  Lots more later."  He
started up the stairs, stopped halfway up and waggled his butt at the group
below.  The other boys whooped and chased him up until all were out of
sight.  Joseph turned to Liam.

"Shall we go back down to my room?"  Liam regarded him gravely and then
shucked his shorts and underpants in one swift gesture.

"Am I dressed OK?" He asked with an impish grin.

"You are dressed just fine for the staircase.  When you get to the bed you
will have one more item to remove."

"Why wait?"  He whipped off his shirt and stood naked in his slippers.
Then he made for the down staircase.  "Come on, slowpoke!  We still have
business to do."

On the third floor the boys trooped into their common room and clustered
around the giant TV.  They looked at it with puzzled expressions.

"How do we turn it on?" Sam asked.  They didn't see any knobs or buttons.
After a few minutes of fruitless searching Derek noticed a microphone on a
shelf.  He tapped it without result.  Then he noticed a button and pressed
it.


"Joseph?  Can you hear me?"  A few seconds later the man's voice sounded
from a speaker set into the ceiling.

"Yes, I'm here.  So you figured out the microphone already?  Good."

"But we can't figure out how to turn on the TV."

"Use the remote.  See it on the shelf below the screen?"

Derek picked up the unfamiliar object.  All the TVs he had known (at the
'home'; his own family's shack had had none) were operated with knobs.

"Just press the button that says 'power' and it will turn on.  You can
change channels by pressing the number keys or just use the arrows.  You
can watch any channel.  There is a disk player too which I'll show you how
to use tomorrow.  There are a couple hundred disks in the cabinet below the
shelf -- movies I think you will enjoy and a few special ones."

"Special ones?" asked Derek.

"Yup, some.  Boys with boys and boys with girls and girls with girls
playing together."

"No grownups?"

"No.  You'll see plenty of grownups in the flesh so I didn't think you
needed to see them in video."

"Will we see any women in the flesh?"  The boy inquired.

"Nope, not here.  That would bring too many complications.  This is an
all-male club."

"Will we see any in the videos?"

"Women?  No.  All the girls in the videos are your age or younger.  But I'm
afraid you won't get to see any of those in the flesh either.  Believe me,
it's safer that way."

"I think I'm the only one here who could get a girl pregnant and I wouldn't
do that," Derek objected.

"So far you are but we will probably get a couple more boys old enough.
But pregnancy isn't the only problem.  Girls are...different.  They get all
attached and possessive and jealous.  They can set boys to quarrelling over
them and such.  We don't want any of that here."

"So we never get to do anything with a girl?" Tony seemed disappointed.

"Not while you're here, no.  You can learn what to do by watching the video
disks but you won't get to do it yourself till later."

"Later?"  Derek asked.  "How long will we stay here?"

"You can stay until you get to be about 14 or so.  Then we will make other
arrangements for you.  I'm still working those out with some of our guests.
But don't worry, you will be taken care of.  And you will be members for
life.  You can always come back here as guests whenever you want."


"Will we have to pay for using the rooms then?"


"No.  All graduated boys get free access to all the facilites for the rest
of their lives.  Of course the regular rules about who and what will
apply."

"But if we want to do stuff with girls we'll have to find them ourselves,
right?"  Tony asked.

"Yes you will.  You probably won't have much trouble finding a girlfriend
or so.  And we'll show you how to avoid getting any of them pregnant."

"What if a girl wants to get pregnant?" Tony inquired.  "Is it all right
then?"

"I would avoid doing that at least until you are 18...well, maybe 16 if the
girl really wants to.  I don't recommend it.  The complications would be
endless.  For you and the girl and especially for the baby.  But by then
you will be out on your own and will have to make your own decisions."

The boys seemed satisfied with that answer, except for Tony who was anxious
to broaden his experience.  Derek grinned.

"Tony doesn't want to wait.  He wants to learn about girls now."

"He can learn from the disks.  I told you I'd show you how to use the
player tomorrow.  Can he wait till then?"

"OK," Tony chipped in.  "But you gotta promise to show us first thing
tomorrow."

"It's a deal," said Joseph.  "And now why don't you guys find something to
watch on TV?  I'll let Todd and Derek know when their guests arrive."

"OK," said Derek.  "Bye now."  He pressed the intercom button again and
picked up the remote.  "Let's see what's on."


                        ----------------------


In the basement Liam stripped naked and jumped onto the bed.

"Do we fuck now?" He got on his hands and knees and wiggled his backside
provocatively.

Joseph chuckled.  "Not just yet.  I barely managed to get a finger in,
remember?"

"So what?  You could try anyway."  He jumped up and down a couple of times
to add emphasis.  Joseph laughed.  Then he leaned down and opened a drawer
in the bedside table.  Liam looked inside and broke out laughing.

"What are those things?  They look like plastic dicks!"

"Exactly.  You'll notice they come in several sizes.  This one is the
smallest."  Joseph held up one that seemed about twice the thickness of his
finger.  "We can start with this one if you like."

Liam ran his fingers over the strange object.  It was smooth to the touch.

"You just gonna stick it in me?"

Joseph handed him the tube of lubricant.  "Put some of this on it first."
Liam applied a generous coat and resumed his position, butt upward and
wagging for attention.  Joseph slipped the tube of lubricant into him and
squeezed it till it spurted.

"Ready to try it now?"

Liam turned his head and nodded with a grin.  "Go for it!"  Joseph slowly
and gently slipped the plastic penis into Liam.

"Tell me if it bothers you," he told the boy.  Liam laughed.

"It feels lots better than your finger!"

Joseph pushed it all the way in.  Only the end with its pull-out string
protruded.  He pulled it out an inch or so and began a series of gentle
thrusts.  Liam cooed.

"My first fuck!  And it's with plastic!  Sorta like being fucked by a
robot," he chuckled.  He squeezed as hard as he could to increase the
friction, then started rocking back and forth.

"Fuck me, plastic!  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me......ah!"  He lay flat and
panted into the pillow.

"That was cool!  I like plastic!  But...when do we get to do it for real?"

"I think it will be best if we run you through the plastics first.  There
are three more sizes, each one bigger than the last.  When you can take the
biggest one it will be time to try the real thing."

Liam flipped over and lay on his back.  "I wanna do this way with the next
one," he announced.  Joseph took the first penis back and wiped it with a
handkerchief.  Then he took a jar of liquid from the drawer, squirted it on
the handkerchief and wiped it again.

"What's that for?"

"To sterilize it.  Who knows what germs are lurking up inside you?  We
don't want to pass them on to anyone else."

The boy was indignant.  "You think I'm dirty back there?  So why don't you
sterilize my butt?"

"I don't think that would feel very good and anyway I'm sure you're no
dirtier than anyone else.  Everyone's got germs but it's safest if everyone
just keeps his own."

Mollified, the boy nodded.  "Show me the next one," he ordered.  Joseph
brought it out of the drawer.  It was clearly larger than the first.  Still
smaller than Derek's, Liam thought.  He was sure he could take it but he
wasn't sure he wanted to just yet.

"Let's rest for a few minutes, ok?"

"You can rest for the whole night if you want.  No rush about this.  Want
to watch some TV?"

Liam grinned wickedly.  "Can we watch the boys upstairs?  Maybe they're
fooling around."

"Nope.  There's no screen for the top floor.  Remember I told you that
floor was all for you guys?  I can talk to you on the intercom but I can't
see you.  It's your private space."

"OK then, what's on TV?"  Joseph gave Liam the remote and showed him how to
use it.  The boy searched through the channels till he found an action
movie with plenty of explosions. He didn't know it but it was the same film
the boys upstairs had chosen. He settled down to watch while Joseph busied
himself with some paperwork at his desk.

Liam had fallen asleep by the time Tom's voice sounded on the intercom.

"Tom?  Is it ten already?  I lost track of the time."  Joseph put his
paperwork in his desk drawer and opened the upper drawer of the bedside
table.  Inside lay sixteen keys, each in its own compartment.  Joseph
picked up the first two and headed upstairs.  He handed Tom one of the
keys.

"Who's the other one for?"

"George.  He should be here in a few minutes.  He's going to spend the
night with Derek."

"Well, that was fast.  I wouldn't have credited George with that much
initiative."

"It was Derek's idea.  But it didn't take George long to agree."  The two
men laughed and Tom was about to mount the stairs when the door chime
sounded again.  Joseph opened the door to find George standing on one foot
and then the other.  He looked as though he ought to be bringing a corsage
or something.  Joseph pressed the second key into his hand and told them
both to wait while he called upstairs.

"Derek, Todd.  Your guests are here."  A moment later the staircase rang
with sounds of tumbling.  The two boys appeared, grinning and panting.
Todd ran up to Tom and hugged him.  Derek greeted George with more
restraint, just shaking his hand and wrapping his arm around the older
lad's shoulder.  Then all four took the stairs to the second floor.  Joseph
wished them a pleasant night and went back downstairs.  He crawled into his
bed without removing his nightclothes and snuggled up behind the sleeping
Liam who was snoring lightly, still clutching the second plastic penis.




                          Chapter 6


Everyone slept in that morning.  Breakfast was delayed until Joseph phoned
George in the room he was sharing with Derek and sent him off to the
restaurant post haste.  George took more than an hour to return and the
grumbling of stomachs was heard throughout the land.

Benji, Tony and Sam were lounging naked on their beds.  They hadn't had any
more sex play since the previous afternoon but they enjoyed the freedom to
remain nude. They would never have been able to do that in the 'home'.
They were surprised to see Liam enter their room.  He was dressed in his
usual shorts and shirt.  He grinned when he saw the boys in a state of
undress.  Tony and Sam grinned back.  Benji did not. Liam's self-confidence
seemed to waver.

"Benji?  Can I talk to you?"

Benji glared at him. "You already did.  With your fists and your feet and
your piss."

Liam looked down but didn't retreat.  He kept on standing in the middle of
the room.

"Please? We're gonna be, like, housemates for a long time, maybe."

"We were housemates before.  Roommates.  Not very friendly ones, at least
on your side."

"You came in and the first thing you did was insult us all.  You said our
dicks were nasty."

"I was talking about Carl's, dummy."

"Uh, yes, well...we made a mistake."

"You mean _you_ made a mistake.  You were the one who started it.  Was what
I said reason to piss in my face?"  He was still angry.  Liam thought, this
is not going well.

"I'm really, really sorry.  You can punish me if you like.  You can piss in
my face.  I'll go lie down in the bathtub and you can piss right on it."

Benji cocked his head and regarded the little boy with a critical air. Then
he smiled crookedly.

"Are you sure that would be a punishment?  Or do you _want_ me to do it?"

Liam blushed deeply and stammered: "well...uh....I always sorta wondered
what that would feel like."  He bowed his head and his whole body seemed to
shrink by about an inch.

Benji strode up to him, took him firmly by the head and pointed him to the
bathroom.

"Guess it's time you found out."  He marched Liam into the bathroom and
told him to undress.  As he did so Tony and Sam appeared at the door.

"Can we watch?"  Benji glanced at Liam, who shrugged in seeming
indifference.  But Benji was pretty sure he spotted a smile swiftly come
and go.

"You can watch all you want," said Benji graciously.  "Be my guest."

Liam stepped naked into the bathtub and lay down with his feet pointing at
the faucets and his head on the slanted end.  Benji stepped in and stood
between Liam's legs.  He pointed his penis and waited.  Nothing happened.

"Don't you have to pee?  Have you already peed this morning?"  Benji shook
his head.

"I've never peed on anyone before.  Not since I was a baby, anyway.  Olivia
told me it was naughty to do that.  And my peepee still thinks so."

Liam laughed.  "Who's the boss, you or your peepee?  Tell it to let go!"

Benji glared sternly at the flaccid little organ he was holding in his
hand.  The other boys could sense the mental order he was giving: let it
go!  After a long minute a trickle appeared and dripped onto Liam's
abdomen. As the stream gained strength Benji directed it first to the other
boy's genitals.  Once he had bathed them well he directed the stream up
Liam's chest and toward his face. Suddenly Todd appeared at the door.

"What are you guys doing in here?"  He asked.  His eyes bugged out as he
took in the situation.  "Are you _peeing_ on him?"

"He peed on me.  Now it's his turn."

"But...but..."  Todd protested and then said solemnly, "You can't do that.
He's the First Boy."

The others all laughed.  Liam laughed too.  Tony spoke up.

"This is the First Boy's initiation.  He's gotta have an initiation,
doesn't he?"  Sam nodded.  Benji nodded.  Liam nodded too.

"But doesn't that mean everbody gets to do it?  Why only Benji?" Todd
inquired.

"You're right," Benji agreed. "Everyone gets a turn.  But I go first and I
say who goes after.  I'm the one s'posed to be doing the punishment here."

"Well, what is it?  A punishment or an initiation?"  Todd asked reasonably.

"It's both," said Benji, still peeing though at reduced volume.  "But,"
addressing Liam now, "the punishment part means you have to drink some."

Liam didn't argue.  He opened his mouth and Benji sprayed his last small
spurt into it.

Liam opened his eyes.  "Now can we be friends?"

Benji reached down, shook his hand and got out of the tub.

"Tony next," he said.  The middler had a problem: the show had excited him
too much.  He sported a raging erection.  Sam, who was in a similar state,
joshed him.

"You'll never be able to pee through that!"

Tony stepped into the tub, stood between Liam's legs with his arms at his
side and seemed to slip into a meditative state.  His penis sagged in
seconds and in seconds more began to emit a stream.  Feeling it was now
safe to grasp it, he sprayed a token stream on Liam's organs and then
bathed his chest before moving upward. Liam closed his eyes and opened his
mouth.  Tony pissed a full stream into it and Liam gulped it down.  When
Tony was finished Liam opened his eyes and smiled.

"Eeww...you really like the stuff, don't you?" Tony asked.  Liam blushed.

"I wouldn't drink it for breakfast every day but initiation is special,"
the little boy replied.

"Sam's turn now," said Benji.

"What about me?" Todd asked impatiently.

"You'll get your turn.  You were last in the room so you're last in the
order."

As Sam stepped into the tub he saw that Liam's little penis was standing at
attention and he was fondling it.

"Hey, no fair.  This is a pee initiation, not a play-with-it one."  Liam
looked up impudently.

"First Boy gets to say what's First Boy's initiation and what isn't.  I say
First Boy can play while the others pee."  The other boys looked at each
other and nodded.

"OK, that's fair," Benji decided.  "Go on, Sam."

Sam's penis was still at full mast.  He stood irresolute for a moment and
then knelt down, pushing his erection to within a couple of inches of
Liam's mouth.

"Now, First Boy, make it soft so I can pee."  Liam looked up in puzzlement.
Make it soft? Anything he might do would only make it harder.  He thought
fast and took it in his hand.

"Answer my questions now, OK?"

Sam looked puzzled.  "OK, but..."

"How much is two plus two?"

"What?"

"How much is two plus two?"

"Four, of course, but...."

"How much is four plus four?"

"Eight, but...."

"Eight plus eight?"

"Sixteen."

By the time Liam got to thirty-two plus thirty-two Sam had to think. As he
did so his penis began to shrink in Liam's hand.  By the time he got to
adding 128s it had softened to the point where it started to dribble.  Liam
held on gently and directed it to his forehead, his chin and then into his
open mouth.  As Sam peed into it Liam raised his head and engulfed the
older boy's penis.  They stayed in that position till Sam was finished.  As
he rose he chuckled.

"It's like getting gas from a gas station," he announced.  Everyone
laughed. Benji turned to Todd.

"You're up.  Last laps."  The little boy climbed into the tub where Liam
was now steadily playing with himself.

"Slide down so you're lying flat."  Liam did so.  To everyone's surprise
Todd lay down beside him, head to foot.  He took Liam's penis in his hand
and said "I suck, you drink.  OK?"

Todd was soft and Liam was hard so it worked.  Each took the other's penis
in his mouth.  Todd began to pee directly down Liam's throat. Liam pumped
into Todd's mouth till he came with a yelp.  Todd was still peeing so Liam
waited till he was finished.  Then they both sat up, grinning with slight
embarrassment.

"Am I initiated now?"  Liam asked.  The boys all bowed gravely.

"We salute you, First Boy," said Sam.  Then everyone burst out laughing.

"We better shower now.  Don't want to stink up this place like you stunk up
my bed," Benji said.  Liam looked unhappy.

"I thought we were friends now.  I thought you forgave me."

"Forgive, yes.  Forget, no.  How could I forget?"  He grinned.  "I'll be
teasing you about that till you start squirting something else."

"OK and when I do you can be the first to drink it!"

"I won't forget that either."  Just then the chime sounded and Joseph's
voice came over the intercom.

"Breakfast, boys.  Come and get it."  Sam rushed to the intercom and
pressed the button.

"We need to take a quick shower first.  We're all smelly." He heard a
chuckle at the other end.

"I won't ask how that happened.  Just shower fast and get down here."

"OK, boss.  Give us five minutes and we'll be there."


                        ---------------------


When they reached the common room they found Derek and George seated at the
joined-together gaming tables eating dumplings and chicken drumsticks which
they dipped in some sort of sauce.  Derek was taking his time but George
seemed to be in a rush.

"I have to be back to the restaurant in fifteen minutes," he explained
through a mouthful of dumpling.  The boys brought up chairs and sat down to
tackle the food.

"where's Tom?"  Sam asked.

"He left early.  He's got the morning watch at the station.  He may drop by
again this afternoon," Joseph said.  He turned to Todd and added, "But he
told me you did great last night so you have officially passed the test."

"Does that mean I'm Second Boy?"  Todd asked eagerly.  Joseph nodded.  Todd
grinned and clapped and then stopped.  He looked around the table.

"Uh... does Second Boy have to get an initiation too?"  The others all
nodded except for Derek who didn't understand.

"Initiation?"  His glance passed over them all and rested on
Joseph. "What's that all about?  You didn't tell us about any initiations."

"That seems to be something the boys have dreamed up for themselves.  I
don't have any idea what it's all about," said Joseph.

Benji stood up and put down his dumpling.  "It's not for grownups.  It's
only for kids.  I'm in charge of it."  He looked around the table with an
expression that challenged anyone to disagree.  No one did.

"Very well, have your initiations but don't do anything to hurt anyone."

"Don't worry, it won't," Benji assured him.  "You just have to shower
afterward."  Joseph smiled.  Oh, he thought.  So that's what it is.

"Does everyone get initiated or only the First Few?" Joseph inquired.
Benji pondered.  "Everyone has to do the initiation but only the First Boy
had to drink."  He stopped abruptly, thinking he had said too much.

"Whatever," agreed Joseph amiably.  "It's your show.  But now we have some
other business to talk about."  All the boys looked up.  George excused
himself, placed the empty food containers on the cart and wheeled it out
the door.

"Only Liam and Todd have passed the test so far but I'm sure all of you
will within a couple of days if you want to.  First I want to know: do you
all want to join the club?  Do you want to live here?"

"Yeah!" cried Benji and Liam in unison.  The others grinned and nodded
vigorously.

"All right then, we'll call the rest of you provisional members.  Senior
provisional members.  You can take charge of new recruits and explain
things to them.  That way I won't have to tell the same story a dozen
times."

"When will they come?  And how many?"  Derek asked.

"I'm not exactly sure.  I think a few will trickle in over the next few
days. Tom is going to stop by the 'home' again and see if he can find
another few likely candidates there.  He knows a few other places where
some might be found but I'm not sure about those."

"Why not?"

"The other places are juvenile halls.  You know, kids' jails.  We don't
know what kind of kids we'd get from there."

Derek shook his head.  "I dunno if that's a good idea.  Some kids in the
'home' got sent to those places.  I wouldn't want any of those kids here."

"I understand and I share your doubts.  Some of our other adult members may
have a few leads too but I won't know for sure for several days."

"When will we open?  When will the guests arrive?" asked Tony.

"We won't officially open for another three weeks but we may have some
drop-ins.  Some of our senior members have expressed an interest in meeting
you all."

"Bring 'em on!" Liam thrust his fist in the air.  "We can take 'em!"

Sam turned to him with a question.  "Did First Boy get fucked last night?"

It was Joseph who answered him.  "Not yet but we're working on it.  We'll
let you know."

Todd had a sudden idea.  "Shouldn't we have an initiation for that too?"
Joseph shook his head in amusement rather than negation.

"That's your business.  Initiation is by kids and for kids. Benji's in
charge, right?"

"Right!" Benji was quite emphatic.  "I dunno about fuck initiations.  I'll
have to think what to do for them."  His response made Tony impatient.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Uh...what?"

"If a kid can take Joseph or Tom or any adult then he can take any of us,
right?"

"Oh."  He looked at each of the boys.  "What do you say?  You guys up for
that?"  He was greeted with silence.  The boys were thinking.

"I'm the Master of Initiations but I don't want to order anyone to do this.
Let's take a vote.  Raise your hand if you're willing."

Liam wanted to make everything perfectly clear.  "You mean each boy who
gets fucked has to let all the boys fuck him too?"

"Yeah. If everyone says so.  I can't see any other way to work it, can
you?" Benji asked.

Derek was the first to raise his hand.  He was blushing a bit but he kept
it in the air.  Liam and Tony were next.  Sam seemed uncertain as did
Todd. Benji was uncertain too but he felt his position required him to
assent so he did.

"Sam?  Todd?"  Benji prodded.  "You don't have to do it.  It's up to you."

"Can we wait and think it over?" asked Todd.

"Sure.  The rest of us have all agreed.  It will probably be a week or so
before we get ourselves all ... uh ... straightened out.  Plenty of time
for you two to decide."

Joseph took over.  "I didn't call this meeting to talk about initiations.
I never heard of those before.  But I want to be sure that you know what to
tell the new recruits.  And I want you to know what to tell _me_ _about_
the new recruits.  Of course I'll make the decision which to accept and
which to reject but I promise you I will take your opinions seriously into
consideration.  After all you will be living with the kids we pick."

"So what do we do now?" asked Sam.

"Ordinarily this would be school time but the teachers won't show up till
next week so you can do whatever you want till lunchtime and for a couple
of hours afterward.  Then Tom will come by with the van to take you all to
the park and playground.  He's got some balls and other outdoor toys for
you to play with there.  And he will stay nearby to make sure you are all
safe."

"I thought you said he was going to bring more kids," said Tony.  "When
will he do that?"

"If he's lined up any he will bring them over after you guys get back from
the park.  But for right now you can go upstairs and do whatever you want.

I would suggest you try reading out of some of the books in the shelves up
there.  That will help you get ready for school."  He was met with silence.

"All right then, I will get you started with that."  He led them up the
stairs to their quarters and ran his fingers over a shelfful of books. He
pulled one out, opened it and placed it face down on the glass-topped shelf
beneath the television screen.  He flicked a switch and the screen lit up
displaying the first two pages of the open book.

"Now you watch the words on the screen while I read them to you."  He
cleared his throat and began: "'A Flight of Dragons', by Alice McMurphy.
Chapter One: An Egg in the Eyrie."

"What's an eyrie?"  Benji asked.

"It's like a cave 'way up in the mountains where big birds like eagles
live.  Dragons too, I guess.  But I think they would have to be small ones.
Anyway, let's go on.  But I want you to ask me about any word you don't
understand.  That's part of the lesson."

"Yes, teacher," said Todd solemnly.  Everyone cracked up.

Joseph resumed his reading and the boys settled down to listen.  Within
minutes they were soaring in their imaginations from crag to crag in a
faraway fantasy land.