Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 19:26:00 +0100 (BST)
From: Dick <man.spirit@tutanota.com>
Subject: The Safe Zone - Chapter 7

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The Safe Zone – Chapter 7

The sun was high up in the sky before I opened my eyes the next
morning. Knowing that I had driven a long way the previous day my brother,
Kevin, didn't disturb me. All the boys, very sweetly, did not make any
noise and let me sleep on. Everyone had finished having breakfast and our
helpers had already washed the dishes before sleep left my tired body.

I had fitful dreams in the night. From what little I could remember the
unfortunate little boy I had admitted to the nursing home the previous day
was in my dreams. It being a Sunday, there was no school. I heard our boys
playing outside in the sun. I got up from my bed on the floor and rolled up
the mattress. Sleepily rubbing my eyes I walked to the door. Kevin was
carrying a 6 year old on his shoulders while some ten boys trailed him in
their game of "build the train". Boys would fall in line to make the train
longer and longer as Kevin, the engine, walked round and round the
yard. The kid on Kevin's shoulder was making a hooting noise which was
being echoed by everyone. Knowing that I was in the room sleeping they were
making an effort to keep it as low as they could.

For a long moment I stood gazing lovingly at my family. Every single boy
and Kevin was stark naked. Absolutely no clothes on their bodies. The older
boys had pubic hair. The younger ones had completely smooth
pubes. Everyone's face looked cheerful. Even in play quite a few of the
boys had stiff cocks pointing straight ahead or up. Those with hard-ons
walked around without the slightest discomfort with the additional pleasure
of sexual arousal. Some of our eight and nine year old boys were just as
hyper-sexed as all our teenaged ones. Overall our boys had much higher
libidos than many of my patients in the outside world. Just goes to show
that boys take to sex with pleasure when stupid adults don't place harmful
curbs on their normal sexual development. None of these boys had been
coerced into sexual activities, they just were sexual beings.

I spotted T. with three young boys playing a sex game under one of the
trees in the yard. All four of them were extremely aroused sexually. They
didn't seem keen to join the train-game. They had blissful smiles of pure
pleasure in their indulgence. T. climbed a short distance on the tree and
spread his ass hole so that the three youngsters could lick it turn by
turn. Then one of the young boys spread his smooth hole to give T. and the
others their chances to lick. The idea was to get all their cocks so stiff
that it would press against their tummies. Their stiff arousals heightened
their pleasure. The young kids were learning the art of prolonging their
sexual ecstasy. Their faces were flushed with sexual passion an adult in
the outside world would pay any amount to experience. I felt my cock rise
to attention. I was completely naked too, of course. The site of those
young pre-teen boys openly enjoying the most beautiful of man's pleasures
took my breath away. I turned and realized I was not alone in enjoying the
site - our naked helpers, Bob and Roger, were intensely focussed on them
from the kitchen window. Both had rock hard penises jutting out of their
pubic hair. They saw me at the door and grinned affectionately.

"Good morning Charles!", said Bob, his cock fully erect and pointing to the
left as usual.

I kissed Bob's mouth in answer.

Roger hugged me with his one good hand, his manhood throbbed against mine.

"Let's take a closer look at them, shall we?" asked Roger.

We were only too happy to oblige.

As quickly as our arousals would allow, the three of us men walked up to
T. and the boys. So involved were they in their sex game that they did not
notice us. One of the kids was moaning with his open mouth dribbling
saliva, his eyes had glazed over in lust, as another kid tongued his
asshole. T. stood holding the moaning boy, breathing heavily. T.'s penis,
leaking pre-cum, was stiffly pressed against his belly, his eyes drooped,
steeped in boy sex. The third kid had his eyes on T.'s penis and the
rimming. He was waiting his turn to rim.

I dropped to my knees almost involuntarily and pressed my mouth over the
butt crack of the third kid. I was dying for his boy-ass, the smell, the
taste and the ecstasy of boy-sex. I love to rim Kevin's asshole, just as
much as I love rimming teen boys' and kid boys' assholes.

I must have buried my face between the boy's butt crack for two minutes
before I heard lots of hard breathing around me. I looked up to see the
rest of our gang crowded around us. Every single one had stiff cocks. From
the youngest, six, to the oldest, my bro, the open display of sexual
pleasure was a wondrous site. Here was a ten year old standing up and
fondling his cock and his seven year old friends' too. And right next to
them were three teenagers with their pre-cum dripping pricks standing
staring at us with open mouths. T. pushed towards me and dropped to the
ground and started sucking my cock. It was as if a spark had been lit in
the still crowd. Everyone turned on each other kissing, licking, and
sucking. An orgy of boy and man sex, right under the blue sky in our
yard. I don't know how long we went on like this, boy on boy, man on boy,
man on man, mouth pasted in the butt crack, cock deep down a throat,
pounding a cock, moaning, kissing, and slurping cum. It must have been
quite a while because my bowels had begun signalling the urgent need for me
to evacuate. I gently pushed a boy away from my throbbing cock and slowly
stumbled towards the latrine. The orgy was on full swing and only
T. noticed me shuffling away slowly.  He unentangled his body from a group
of teens and our helpers and fell in step with me. I turned and gave him a
smile. He held my hand and smiled right back.  Both our erect penises and
butts were wet with saliva and cum. He pushed open the latrine door for me
and we walked into the large open latrine.

"I'll get the water bucket," said T. "You shit".

I nodded and squatted over a ledge, already spotting a piece of brown turd
pushing out of my anus. T. quickly walked back to me with a small bucket
filled with water to wash my asshole afterwards. He squatted close facing
me. As was our habit our hands reached out to fondle each others' cocks. I
farted loudly. The stench of my shit wafted between us, neither of us gave
a damn about the stink. Some more pieces of turd pushed out of my bowels as
T. and I watched. T. farted softly.

"I want to come with you to bring that boy back from the nursing home" said
T. quietly.

I nodded immediately. I knew how much T. wanted to get any information
about his lost kid brother which could help us locate him.

"There is a chance, Charles, that the kid knows where my bro is," T. said
with a faint flicker of hope in his eyes, "after all, that's the same
village where we lost touch with each other."

"T. I know how much this means to you, and by all means come with me. But I
must caution you, with all my love, that this might be yet another dead
end."

T. nodded, his eyes filled with tears of wisdom and despair no boy should
have in his eyes.

I leaned forward and kissed T. on his mouth.

"I am with you T."

"And I with you Charles."

No one said a word after that. We continued to fondle each others' cocks
and I shat my bowels empty. T. quietly washed my asshole clean. Then both
of us got up and washed and scrubbed each other in the large bath tank.

We walked out into the sun shine to see our family still engaged in their
orgy. The air was filled with sex moans and sighs of boys and men. T. and I
felt our cocks stiffen. We stood watching for a long time, hand in hand,
till the last boy was spent and laying on the grass his belly rising up and
down with exhaustion. Most of the boys had gone back into the hall.

I kissed T. again. Perhaps that was the time I fell in love with him, just
a little.

T. and I picked up the last boy from the grass and carried him between us
into the hall.

Everyone was on the floor, either sitting up or lying flat on his
back. Unbelievably several cocks were still hard. The sexual energy is
boundless indeed.

Kevin was among those who were sitting up with two young boys on his
lap. Seeing T.'s and my erect cocks he pointed to the two boys on his lap .

"Hey put your cocks in their mouths," said Kevin.

The two kids eagerly opened their mouths. Kevin helped us to gently guide
our cock heads into their mouths. The boys sucked on our pink bulbs and
were rewarded with some pre-cum down their throats and most over their
chins.

One of the kids pushed his forefinger between my butt crack and massaged my
hole. I looked down to see the kids boy cock stiff and straight. T. was
aroused completely as before. He lustily massaged his boys' back moaning
all the while with his eyes closed and mouth open. I stuck my finger in
T.'s ass crack and brought my finger to my nose – a nice assy smell!
Kevin stared at us as we mouth fucked the two kids. I came sooner than
T. into my kid's mouth. Then I made the kid lie down with his head on
Kevin's lap and sucked his boy cock to a dry orgasm – he was too young
to produce cum. T. was still moaning and mouth fucking his kid, standing up
with his eyes closed – oblivious to the world.

I looked around to see many of our hyper-sexed boys, both teens and under,
massaging each others' stiff pricks and staring at us. Yes, sex is a
continuous flow of energy. Our boys just can't get enough of sex. Our open
boy sex excited them and they played with their sexual energies. Sex is an
enormous source of pleasure for every male – from the youngest boy to
the oldest man. If only the world could accept this fact and set it free
for every boy and man!

The rest of that day and the next couple of days seemed to pass by me in a
flash. Sex, school time and T.'s sad eyes watching me from time to time. I
know what those eyes were asking me.

"When do we go and search for my kid brother?"

Years ago me and my brother had been on this search with T. and we had
returned disappointed. He seemed to have disappeared into thin air. It's
easy to get lost in India if you are 8 years old with your only care-giver
locked up in a juvenile prison. You don't exist. Vamoosh!

But when it's your brother, the only family you know you just can't let him
go. So relentlessly you search. Someday, T. hoped, he will hug his kid
brother again.

That morning T. and I got our "outside garments" out of the
closets. Everyone gathered around us silently as the two of us ate a big
breakfast. We had a long way to go to reach the nursing home the unnamed
little boy was admitted in. We were certain he wasn't T.'s brother, but
could he provide us any clues as to his whereabouts?

It was with that slender hope that T. and I set forth on the long journey
of ten hours in my car. At first T. was silent, he was uncomfortable in
clothes. The boys almost never go out and hence never have to stay anything
but stark naked all the time.

"Hate these accursed clothes", T. muttered, looking straight ahead at the
road.

"I know T.", I replied, "But in this world people hate the sight of the
naked male body."

"Do you know?" reminisced T., "Oscar and I enjoyed sniffing each other's
assholes a lot."

I had heard that from T. before and also the forlorn way T. said it. I
placed my hand on T.'s thigh to comfort him.

"I hope we find your brother."

T. nodded grimly. After a while he started reminiscing again. And he kept
talking for a long time. It was a long and lonely road, and as I drove I
listened to T.'s story.

T. was born to very poor landless labourers. His parents worked in the
fields of a landowner and eked out a living. After all these years T. could
only remember being left alone lying in a very hot tin shed all day while
his parents slaved in the farm, digging or sowing with their bare hands.

When T. was 5 his hapless parents discovered that a second child was on the
way. The already emaciated mother couldn't take the pain of childbirth and
died. Fortunately the baby was born alive. As far as T.'s father was
concerned things couldn't have been worse. Although he loved both his
children he was devastated that now there was no one to care for the
infant. And so it was that at 5 T. became the parent of a tiny, premature
baby. And from that day onwards, T.'s life revolved around taking care of
his little brother. It was T. who would clean up little Oscar's shit and
piss. T. who would feed Oscar watery milk stolen from the farmer's
goats. Oscar was T.'s universe. For the first time in his short life,
T. felt he was brought into this world for a purpose. Oscar was his little
bundle of gold needing great care and protection.

'It is not right!', you would say. There are many things in this world
which are not right. But they exist nevertheless. You and I have no right
to judge that little parent named T., no right to condemn Oscar for getting
life and hanging on to it because of the sheer determination of T. Oscar
was willed to live by T. T. fought with the grim reaper more than once so
Oscar could live on one more night. And smile at the morning sun. But their
father was not so lucky. One night Death took him in his embrace and the
farmer drove the orphans out of his precious tin shed.

T. was all of 8 years old on that first day of homelessness when he stood
holding the hand of 3 year old Oscar by a mud street under a tree. There
was a clear blue sky above their tiny, defenceless heads and the leaves
fluttering in the breeze. T. had never felt smaller in his whole life.
Absolutely no one cared if they lived or died. Not even the goats which had
fed little Oscar with their thin milk.



.... to be continued