Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2016 16:16:16 +0100 (BST)
From: Dick <man.spirit@tutanota.com>
Subject: The Safe Zone - Chapter 6

I had abandoned the writing of this series several months ago as I felt I
was not getting positive comments from my readers. I have decided to write
on. Let me see if my readers like it this time around.

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or
dead is purely a coincidence. This work of fiction depicts sexual acts
between adult and minor males. If reading such is illegal where you reside
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The Safe Zone – Chapter 6

I am very, very lucky to have Kevin as my elder brother. The world
addresses me as Dr. Charles ---, a reputed doctor of children and teens. I
am respected and even honoured wherever I set up practice. And it is
because of Kevin that I have managed to reach the pinnacles of success as a
doctor of medicine.

I was about 4 or 5 years old when I began my intense journey in sex. And
here's why I say that I am lucky to have a brother like Kevin. You see,
both of us are exactly alike in our cravings for sex. Sex is part of every
cell in our bodies. As boys we enhanced each other's desires for sex. Kevin
taught me the ecstasies of exploring each other's bodies and, as we grew
older, the bodies of other boys. The love between us brothers grew ever
stronger and, I am sure, will last us till our dying breaths. Sucking
Kevin's cock, rimming him for hours and masturbating were natural and daily
activities. While other boys played we would have sex. I knew precisely
what the pleasures of orgasm were when I was 5. Few boys in this world have
that privilege. Judge us not, dear reader, we harm no one, and we are as
"normal" as you.

Our natural instinct for protecting those less fortunate led us to adopting
orphan boys and setting up our "Love Home" in a remote corner of
India. Money has never been a problem with us: we have had plenty and more
to spare. With the blessings of the Universe we had rescued many boys from
the horrors of orphanages and remand homes. Right up to T., the now 16 year
old, with a voracious sexual appetite almost as much as Charles and
I. Unfortunately T.'s younger brother, would be now 13 years old, went
missing while we were in the process of rescuing T. five years ago. We
searched in neighbouring villages and I used my contacts to enquire in
several orphanages, but T.'s younger bro seemed to have vanished into thin
air. T. often cried when he missed his kid bro and our hearts went out to
him.

So it was that when I set out of Delhi for the last time, after selling off
my prosperous medical practice, to move to our "Love Home" that my one sad
thought, among the millions of happy ones, was our inability to locate T.'s
kid bro. T. had been rescued by us from a boys' remand home five years
ago. At 11 T. was caught stealing a loaf of bread for his kid brother and
himself. The authorities put T. in a remand home. T. couldn't find out what
they did to his bro who was 8 then. In the month that it took for Kevin and
me to get T. out of the remand home his bro had disappeared. We tried
locating the kid to no avail. Today, I was to pay a visit to a remand home
to see if I could get some boys out who had "served their sentences" before
going to our "Love Home."

It was a sad building, with formidable looking iron bars and window grills,
which I stepped into. The sign outside read "Bo... Correction H... ", the
rest of the letters had long since faded. Of the wardens there seemed to be
just one who opened the gate for me. He knew me as a trustworthy doctor and
let me in without a word. When I enquired about the boy about to be let
off, he silently pointed to the North corner of the building and thrust in
my hand a rusted iron key. The heat simmered off the path I walked. I was
sweating profusely. A small, locked hut made of bricks with a corrugated
iron roof stood in the middle of the arid field. The inside must be like a
furnace in the sun, I could well imagine the state of the unfortunate
inmate inside that hut. This was the hut that the wardens put the inmates
who they were about to let go. Almost always the inmates had nowhere to go
after they were let off and soon they would be forced to take to thievery
to survive. Then they would be sent back in. It was a vicious and
heart-breaking situation. And I was determined to rescue every one of those
5 or 6 boys who were left in the "care" of the wardens of that accursed
place. The problem was that it was impossible for me to get off a boy
before his "sentence" had completed. So I had been making several trips to
get them just before they were to be "released". This time, apparently,
there was one inmate, a pre-teen kid. I unlocked the door of the hut and
almost at once my eyes fell on a tiny figure lying prone on the ground. As
soon as my eyes adjusted to the gloom – the hut had no windows, only a
small skylight high up near the ceiling - I could see that the figure was
that of a small boy. He was unconscious. Quickly feeling his pulse and
checking his temperature I ascertained that he was dehydrated,
malnourished, and feverish. A few more hours and we would have lost this
innocent soul. I lifted him in my arms and walked out. His body was too
light for a pre-teen. His arms had welters and red, angry marks where he
had been "disciplined" by those monsters. He had soiled and wet his
knickers which were all he had on. Without a word to the warden I laid the
unconscious boy on the back seat of my car and administered a medicine
intramuscularly. He was in no condition to be given anything orally. I set
up the intravenous saline drip and started my car. I drove as carefully as
I could to a nursing home about three miles away. It took me all of fifteen
minutes to establish my credentials and get the boy admitted to that
nursing home. They had a resident doctor there and after ascertaining the
treatment plan he set up for the boy, I made my way to our "Love Home". I
gave the nursing home enough money for them to care for the boy for the
next 5 days. I planned to get back after two days to take the poor mite to
our home if he had recovered by then.  He would be well cared for in our
Home.

It takes me all of 10 hours to drive back to our Love Home. I rest me and
my car for a few minutes twice during that journey but I am longing to be
back so I drove as fast as I could. Our little place is tucked away behind
a hill and almost invisible amidst the forest. No one ever comes there, it
being so isolated. Our family of boys love our Home. Several of them had
experienced the horrors of the outside world, here they are home schooled
by me and my brother. Well fed and cared for. This is where they found love
in plentiful supply....and sexual freedom.

Biologically every boy is hard-wired to enjoy sex. Given the right kind of
environment every boy will learn to enjoy the pleasures of orgasm and sex
with other boys and men. And they could start learning very early. Our
youngest boy is 6 and he is a very sexual being. Our oldest is 17, Jacob, -
bursting with sexual energy. As my brother has already described
previously, our Home has complete freedom on sex and nudity.  All our boys
and helpers are naked at all times; sex is celebrated anytime of the day
and night. Both, I and my brother have sex with each other and with all our
boys and helpers. And all sex is open, in full view of everyone. That is
what we call freedom. We have high regards for hygiene, diet and education
and make sure that every one of us is healthy. This is our world, our
utopia.

Kevin knows that I am moving in with them for good but he doesn't know the
exact date. I look forward to surprising them. Quietly I park my car in the
garage shed of our Love Home and strip off completely. The thought of
meeting everyone gets my cock semi-hard with expectation. It is almost 10
pm and I can hear the sounds of our boys walking back from the latrine to
our main one storey building. Everyone goes to piss before we go to bed. On
very hot nights we take a bath as well. Tonight it's not very hot and in
India, in this part of the country, the temperature rarely goes below 27
degree Celsius, frequently climbing up to 42, ideal for staying naked all
year round.

Peter, Roger, Mark and Bob, our helpers, have been with us for many years,
they came in when they were boys and have stayed on as part of our
family. I spot them cleaning up in the kitchen through the open window,
completely naked as usual.  It is a starry, moonless night; a soft breeze
caresses my naked body. I see my brother supervising the boys to their bed
mattresses on the floor of the main hall. All of us sleep together on the
floor in the large hall. At night we have a few dim night lamps to guide us
to the kitchen if we want a drink of water. The latrine has light bulbs
which glow all night long. I walk up to the doorway with a broad smile.
Jacob, our oldest, spots me almost immediately. With a whoop! he runs up
and hugs me. My brother runs up too and holds the two of us in a tight
embrace.

"Welcome home!", they say in unison. Someone switches on the bright
tube-lights and for the next hour sleep time is postponed as the boys and
our helpers sit crowded around me listening to my story about the poor
little boy who I have rescued today. It feels good to see their naked
bodies and their semi hard cocks. I see two little boys sitting on T.'s lap
while T. gently massages their cocks. T. almost always has a hard on, he is
a very sexual being. His only sorrow is his missing brother and he has
prayed for the past 5 years that one day they be reunited.

"How old is that boy Charles?" asks T.

"About 12 or 13, T.," I answer, "but he doesn't look like you, I am sorry."

T. nods sadly. I get up and hug him.

"I'll get the boy here in a few days and we can talk to him T.", I kiss T,
wiping his tears.

Bob claps his hands, "every one to bed now!"

I look at the clock, it's coming to 11 pm. Too late for the boys. Some of
the younger ones are almost asleep where they are sitting. I help in
carrying them to their bed mattresses. After the last of the boys have gone
to bed, I get in the kitchen for a quick meal. My brother and all four of
our helpers sit around me, talking.

"Do you think he'll know where T.'s kid bro is?", Mark asks.

"It is possible," I answer, "we'll just have to wait and do our own
investigations. But let's not raise T.'s expectations now."

After my meal I need to go to the latrine and Kevin and the helpers follow
me into it. They squat in a semi circle closely facing me as I shit. As my
brother has told you before, shitting together is an everyday occurrence in
our Love Home. Absolutely no inhibitions.  Shit smells just the same for
everyone. Farts sound the same too. What is there to be ashamed of? The
human digestive system is made to ingest, extract and excrete.

When I finish Kevin washes my anus with water from a small bucket. Our
fingers have been washing each other's assholes ever since I can
remember. All the boys frequently wash each other after they shit – we
encourage the older ones washing the younger ones to ensure cleanliness. In
India no one uses toilet paper. We always wash. We ensure all of us are
"rim worthy" at all times. One or two of the boys are circumcised but the
rest are not. So we also ensure that the underside of our foreskins and
Glans Penises are kept clean. Genital hygiene is inculcated in every
boy. Frequently the boys supervise my genital hygiene. In the outside
world, activates like shitting, pissing and bathing are taught to be
"private and personal." Not so in our Love Home, everyone shits together in
the open latrine. No one feels the slightest shame. Sex, our bodies, our
emotions are open. Sex and love is freely expressed and indulged in. No
wonder our helpers have chosen to stay back with us even after they
technically crossed the age of 18 and became "adults". Such is the beauty
of our home.

I get up and my audience follows me out of the latrine. The mood is
sombre. We are wondering if we will ever find T.'s kid bro.

As we enter our hall we find most of the boys fast asleep. But naturally,
we have our share of extremely horny boys and they need sex before they can
sleep.

I grin when I see Jacob bending over on his hands and knees with Timmy's
face buried between his butt cheeks. Jacob, 17, is our cock sucking expert
and Timmy, 10, our official rimming expert, named Mr. Lick. Both Jacob and
Timmy had their erect cocks pasted to their bellies. Both were enjoying
each other thoroughly.

In another part of the room two eight year old boys were slurping each
other's cocks in a 69 of ecstasy. It would be some years before they and
Timmy would produce cum but they could dry-climax frequently. Several boys
were so horny all the time that we would hardly see their penises flaccid,
even during study hours. When a boy could no longer hold back his sexual
excitement during study hours, he would get up and walk to the front of the
class and show off his erect penis. One or more of the other boys would
walk up to him and they would have sex right there as the other boys looked
on cheerfully. We would stop our class for some time while many more boys
joined in the sex break. I and my brother would frequently take part too,
sucking their boy penises and rimming their smooth assholes.  Education
gives us mental and spiritual satisfaction. Sex gives us physical
satisfaction. And every boy and man needs all the satisfaction they can
get.

11 year old S. gets up from his bed and walks up to me, his smooth pubes
sprouting a hard penis.

"I can't sleep", says S., "horny."

S. rubs my hardening cock. My brother puts his finger between S.'s butt
cheeks. Kevin is hard already. I and my brother will need to take care of
S.'s horniness and put him to sleep. As quietly as we could, without waking
the other boys, we carry S. to his bed. Our helpers follow us, and squat
around S.'s bed mattress rubbing their cocks. I make S. stand up, his boy
cock facing my mouth. Kevin reaches for S.'s buttocks. Swiftly Kevin rubs
his nose on S.'s anus and sniffs deeply. We love the assy smell of the
boys. Kevin's tongue wets S.'s anus and the boy moans. Already S.'s erect
cock is throbbing against his belly, his cock tip exposed. Our helpers are
masturbating in unison, staring at us. I let my tongue roll over S.'s cock
and pucker my lips around the tip. My brother reaches out to hold my
cock. Roger holds my brother's. Peter stands up and puts his cock inside
S.'s mouth. S. enthusiastically sucks. All the boys have tasted the semen
of everyone who is able to produce it. Kevin and I hold up S.'s trembling
body. Kevin's tongue reaching inside S.'s anus. Suddenly S. shudders, he is
climaxing. Peter pulls out his cock from S.'s mouth and gives his cock a
few jerks and puts it back in as he cums copiously. S. slurps. Some of
Peter's cum dribbles out of S.'s mouth and I lick it off. I masturbate and
cum all over my bro. Bob sucks off my bro. We are satisfied.

We gently lay S. on is bed and he is asleep almost before his head touches
the pillow. Kevin, the helpers and I go back to our bed mattresses. We are
sleeping next to each other. I kiss Kevin in the mouth and fondle his
penis.

"Good night bro", I whisper. Kevin is already asleep.

.... to be continued