Date: Wed, 02 May 2012 19:28:59 -0600
From: michaelpete@hushmail.com
Subject: Where There's a Will III

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                           CHAPTER III

                           LONELINESS


       All the way home, I alternately cursed the bastards
who'd hurt William so badly and wished I could be at his side
holding his hand, though I had no doubt that would have been
immediately reported to the police.

      I called Kevin to be sure he was home and drove out.

     "Christ," he muttered after I'd told him what had happened.
"Lucky they didn't kill the kid. No indication who did it or
why?"

     "None."

     "And you've no idea where he's been staying?"

`    "No. I didn't probe. My only thought was to get him to
a hospital."

     "You sure no one wrote down your license plate when you
left?"

       "I didn't see anyone and I was looking best I could
driving out of the parking lot but, no, I don't think so."

       "Sounds like you did the right thing, then. They're
gonna stick him in a home, you know."

      "Yeah, I know but he won't stay. He'll be gone first
chance he gets."

     "And head back to your house?"

     "Probably."

     "And you'd like that."



     "Yes. I just don't know how to make it work. There's no way
in this country and I have no idea how to get him into another."


       "Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll stick him in a
place he likes."

       "He's been a street kid too long to be kept inside
someplace. He'll go."

        "Then what makes you think he'll stay with you?"

     That was a good question. If I was able to get him out of
the country to someplace less oppressive then he split from
there, possibly to come back up here, what would I do? How would
I feel? Would it come back on me?

      Kevin chuckled. "Just hope he doesn't come back, or,
move somewhere else."

       The next morning, I approached my boss again about
working a few days a week at home.

      "For Pete's sake, Harry, how many days a week are we
talking about?"

      "Three, four. Almost everything I do here can be done
at home, and probably better."

     "Let's try two, okay?"

      "Bob, c'mon, let's try three and if that works well,
four."

     "You're overpaid, you know?"

     I smiled. "That's a management point of view."

     "So, I'm not going to see you tomorrow," he grumbled.

     "No, tomorrow's Saturday."





     I spent the weekend in the house in case William appeared.
It was boring, sad, and no William. Considering his injuries, it
was possible he wouldn't be very mobile for several days, maybe
longer.


     Monday, I spent the morning at the office and went home
midday claiming a terrible headache. It was more of a heartache.
I had totally fallen for the boy. Concentration on other subjects
was very difficult. At home, I did force myself to work on a
project I'd failed to get going in the morning. Within half an
hour, I was fully into it. William was out of my mind, a new
ultra efficient ice cream production line was in and stayed there
until my stomach began seeking attention around seven thirty.


     Then, it was back to fretting over William. Those few
minutes when I was cradling his head on my arm and kissing him on
the forehead was where I wanted to be. As soon as I'd microwaved
some leftovers, I sat the meal in front of my computer, planning
to look up `coyotes', the men who took illegal immigrants from
Central America and Mexico into the U.S. Common sense settled
into my brain and I played a computer card game.


     Tuesday evening, I went to an internet caf  and looked up a
subject I didn't want any watchers to see me having an interest
in. The term for a two footed `coyote' was explained on a number
of websites. Of interest was that their information was passed
from person to person along with their reputation as being
straight or abusive.  One thing stood out. They were expensive
for the Latin and Asian immigrants who used them. Chinese paid
around sixty thousand dollars a head, Mexicans two thousand five.
Could or would
these coyotes be willing to do a reverse human smuggling, from
the US to Guatemala or further south?

     Since their reputation was available in the Latin American
community, I'd have to find a way to tap that source. I called
Kevin to see if he could stop by my house the following evening.
He did.

     "The only Latins I know are legal, well, I think they are.
You really are getting serious about this, aren't you?"

      More than I'd realized at first. The idea of escaping
this concentration camp for boy lovers was increasingly
appealing. "Yes. Well, we'll see. I need to learn more. And, if I
decide to do it, I need to learn Spanish."

     "If your boy comes back, you won't have time. Why don't you
just move or go on vacation for a month or two. I know you're in
love with this kid but he can only bring you some very big
problems, probably the penitentiary kind. You're no good to
anyone locked up for twenty years."

     We went back to our favorite Friday's restaurant. Kevin
bought a newspaper from the stand outside and, as we chewed on
our barbecued ribs, looked through the real estate section.

     "Why not rent a place for a year and see how you feel
then. In the meantime, you can study Spanish in case you decide
to split. I'm gonna hate to eat here alone if you go."

     We were, as a matter of fact, best friends. This had to come
up. "I know I'm being unfair to you in all this but I'm getting
to hate this life, hate this country. You know they locked up
some guy in Indiana or someplace for stuff he wrote in a notebook
in his bedroom, nasty stuff but thoughts he'd never even begun to
act on?"

     "You told me about it last month and it happened several
years ago. No, you're right. I'm just jealous. What're you gonna
do for money if you go?"

     "House and investments, I'm worth about seven hundred
thousand dollars. That's fifteen hundred, maybe two thousand a
month, more than enough to live comfortably in Central America.
And, I can do work via the internet. If my boss accepts and I
take a sizeable pay cut, that's at least another two grand a
month. I'd be fine. But, I'd really like to have William with
me."

     "You think he won't wanna come home after a week of not
being able to communicate with anybody?"

     "What else am I gonna do? I can't have him with me here.
Maybe this thing'll fall on its face but I really want to try."

     "Don't forget the Protect Act. You have a problem there with
a local and they'll haul you back in chains. Seventeen years
seems to be par for that. Of course, they catch you with William
and it'll be kidnapping. That can be capital. What if he demands
to come back, they catch him and he tells them about you?"

     "He's already taken a terrible beating without giving
up my address."

     "I know, and that's why you love him. Please think
about this, long and hard."



     Friday came without William. Either he was more seriously
hurt than I realized or he'd found the place they put him in
pleasant enough to stay.  I'd worked out of my house from Monday
midday through Thursday accomplishing more than I thought I
could. The lack of distractions worked wonders. My part of the
ice cream production project was complete. It would have taken at
least a couple more days had I worked on it at the office.

     William was on my mind but there was a certain amount of
resignation to the idea I'd never see him again and the same
degree of relief that there'd be no nasty repercussions. The
thoughts regarding a move out of the country, however, were still
present and hardening. Monday, I used the Yellow Pages to seek a
Spanish course that would meet my needs. Scheduling was no
problem since I was now working out of my home four days a week.
I chose two to check out and settled on a woman who gave one hour
lessons four times a week. The teacher was Columbian and very
professional. I began the following morning at nine.

       An hour later, I could greet, ask names, the time,
where to find a bathroom or an airport and do so intelligibly, or
so declared my teacher. She suggested I watch some Latin language
television, particularly news programs where the speakers did so
clearly and with correct grammar. Univisi n was on cable. I
didn't understand a word.

     At the conclusion of my Friday lesson, I felt good enough to
go to a Mexican restaurant with Kevin and see if I could order a
meal. The waiter spoke less Spanish than I even though he looked
Latin enough.

      A Latino family came in and sat near us. They had two
sons about six and eight, both with jet black hair and gorgeous
dark eyes.

     "I'm going to like Latin America," I told Kevin. "Have you
looked at your personal worth, in money I mean? Maybe you could
go along too."

     "Harry, I hate this place as much as you but I'm not ready
for such a dramatic cultural change. Anyhow, I don't think I have
that much saved up."

     "You don't think? You don't know?"

     "More or less."

     "How long have you been with the city, twenty, twentyfive
years?"

     "Twenty-nine."

     "For Christ's sake! You could probably retire with a
very nice pension, especially if you lived in Latin America."

     "Forget it. I'm not going anywhere, especially with
people who hate Americans and shoot each other for fun. You
realize that most of the good stuff we have here like English
language TV and radio isn't there. And I'll bet there aren't any
Friday's down there either."

     "That's not for sure. They've got everybody else:
McDonald's, Burger King, Pizza Hut, you name it. They probably
have Friday's or something like it."

     "Sorry, not interested. I thought about it `cause of
you but I don't want to visit much less live there."



     July was hot, August worse. The air conditioning stopped
working the second Friday night of the month so I opened all the
windows on the second floor imagining it must have been like that
in the tropics all year around. I slept fine. I didn't call the
repair man in the morning. Anyhow, he would have charged me
overtime. It was time to get used to the heat. With my Spanish
improving weekly, I felt more and more secure with my plans to
leave the country.

     Would I have boys in a Latin American situation? What I read
on the internet wasn't very promising. Good old Kevin did come up
with a Costa Rican boy lover he'd met in a chat group. Using
Hushmail, they discussed availabilities. If one, he explained,
was willing to live in a Latin country, was fluent in the local
language, and very patient, yes, relationships were there to be
had. He put a minimum of six months in a place before one should
try anything beyond a platonic friendship with a boy.

     Prior to William's arrival, I'd been celibate for over
twenty years. Six months didn't sound overly taxing. Actually,
the platonic relationships were a heck of a lot better than what
I'd had during those twenty years and would never be a problem. A
few minutes of sex wasn't worth all the hassles that could
follow.

     As part of my Spanish lessons, my teacher had me going to a
Latino restaurant run by Salvadorans. There, most if not all of
the Central American customers did speak their original language.
When they realized what my plans were, the Salvadorans suggested
I go live in their country and offered contacts there.
Guatemalans did the same as did one Honduran man. It got to a
point that I was greeted and treated well by all the regulars.
The cooks prepared me special meals, some of which I had to
struggle to smile through. I never was a bean lover.

     During the first week of August, I broached the subject of
coyotes with a Salvadoran restaurant patron whom I thought might
have been illegal. "You got a girlfrien' down there?" he asked
with a sly grin.

     At least he thought I was heterosexual. Obviously, I
hadn't given up on the possibility that William would return. I
actually thought it inevitable.

     Out of that first discussion and two subsecuent increasingly
informative talks, he admitted to knowing a couple of men who
helped people get into the states and agreed to connect me with
one. The man I then met wasn't really a coyote but an arranger of
sorts. Apparently, they still thought I was trying to bring a
girl friend in, not get anyone out. When my intentions became
clearer, though with no mention that the individual to be moved
was a minor boy, Israel the arranger thought it would be fairly
easy but why not just get the person a passport. In his question,
I sensed the suspicion that this was someone with police
problems.

     When I mentioned that it might be someone underage, he waxed
thoughtful for a few moments then agreed it would be possible but
very expensive. He didn't ask why or seem any less eager to do
whatever was requested, probably figuring I could, would bear
whatever price was requested.



     Then, on Tuesday, August thirtieth, as I lay in bed fighting
the need to get up, there was a light knocking on my kitchen door
window. William was back.

     Filled with mixed, extremely mixed emotions, I opened the
door. He was relatively clean. His clothes, and body, seemed
intact. His long hair was gone, replaced by a round mass of inch
plus long brush. He must have sensed my inner confusion because
the smile on his face faded faster than a subliminal commercial.
Worry took its place. Sensing his disappointment, I reached out
for him and pulled him to me, my inner conflicts instantly
resolved. I hugged him, caressed his back and shoulders, and
dripped tears onto his bushy hair.

     I pushed him back and looked into his face. "God, am I glad
to see you."

     He seemed tongue tied for a moment then held his hand
up to my face and proclaimed, "Mah han's okay. See?" It did look
fine.

     I led him into the living room with my arm around his
shoulder. "Come on in here and tell me what happened. Where have
you been?"

     "Mis'sippi an' Texas ah thank," he answered as we sat.

     "Mississippi? Did you tell them where you were from?"

     "Nyuh uh. They said they knowed `cuz a how ah tawked.
That place ah was in down theah had a pitcher a me on the
internet an' all an' the cops they seen it."

     "And Texas?"

     "Ah thank tha's wheah ah wuz. They made me go theah in this
othuh home. Kin ah stay heah fo' a wahl?"

     "Of course you can, as long as you want, well, God, I
don't know. You know."

     "Ah gotta stay `way frum the winduhs."

     "It's more complicated than that but we'll figure something
out." My mind was going over endless possibilities of how to keep
this boy with me for as long as he'd stay. There was an enormous
array of potential problems, dangers, disasters awaiting the both
of us if I messed this up, made one poorly thought out move. I
think I shivered at the spectre of the incredibly precarious
position I was putting
myself in. Was this one humongous mistake?

     Asking him if he was hungry was probably a foolish
question. He hadn't eaten for over a day. I made some scrambled
eggs with ham, cheese and toast. It seemed certain that after
years of little to eat, his stomach wouldn't have much capacity
so I didn't prepare very much. I watched him shovel it in and
gulp it down then chug-a-lug a glass of milk.

     "Want more?"

     He smiled and shook his head.

     We went back to the sofa. "So, tell me what happened,
where'd they put you in Mississippi, and Texas? And how in the
world did you get back here?"

     "Jes this home wheah ah wuz befo' when ah was little
an' this othuh home for bigguh boys."

     "So, how'd you get back here?"

     He snuggled into my side. He let me pull him into my
lap. His face turned toward my chest. "I jes walked, an', you
know."

     Nothing more came out. Within minutes, he was breathing
heavily. I figured he might not have had a good night's sleep in
a long time.  Years before the man who'd spoken to me about
street children had told me about their capacity for very deep
sleep. He'd said that when they first came off the streets, some
of them could sleep soundly for the better part of a day.

     I carried William up to the guest bedroom then changed my
mind. It probably wouldn't have been good for him to wake up
alone. I immediately recognized a certain amount of self interest
in the thought but took him into my bedroom anyway. He was only
wearing a shirt, pants and shoes so I put him naked into my bed.
I was surprised he wasn't dirtier. There was a difficult to
identify foul odor on him. It wasn't strong but it was universal.
His clothes, along with some of mine, went into the washing
machine.

     I sat on the side of the bed staring at him. His hair,
universally about two inches long, had a couple of nits in it and
there was a slight ring of dirt around his neck with more behind
and in his ear, probably not worse than a lot of poor kids his
age. Still, I wondered how he could walk in public without
someone calling a cop to see who he was unless, of course, he
only moved around at night. But, then, where did he hide during
the day, and how did he eat? I had a lot of questions for the
next day.

     I normally slept in the nude but decided that underwear was
more appropriate. I pulled him close and enjoyed the warmth of a
boy for the second time since nineteen eightytwo.

     I didn't sleep very much. My mind wouldn't let me. After
going over all kinds of generally ridiculous scenarios for us to
remain together, I concluded that I'd somehow have to get him out
of the country. There would now have to be a more substantive
discussion with Israel, the human smuggling arranger



     William didn't wake up until late afternoon. He'd been
asleep for over twenty hours. My plan to be there when he came to
had been defeated midmorning by raw hunger. I was working at my
computer when he walked into my den stark naked with a boy's
morning hard on leading the way. I held out my arms and he again
let me pull him onto my lap. I hugged him gently and, for the
first time, he hugged me back. When I kissed him on the side of
the head, he stretched up and kissed my cheek.

     "You need a bath really bad. Wanna shower before you
eat?" I asked.

     "Nyuh uh. We kin do that aftuh." He looked up at me
expectantly. "Ah kin make pancakes if you want."

     "Let's do it together. You wanna get dressed?" I'd earlier
taken our clothes out of the washing machine and tossed them into
the dryer.

     "Nyuh uh. Ah'm okay lahk this."

     It was in the nineties outside and eighties in. I still
hadn't had the air conditioning repaired. My new computer was
water cooled otherwise it probably wouldn't have worked very
well.

     I imagined boys in the tropics wandering around nearly as
bare as he.

     Leaning over him in the bathroom to wash our hands, I had to
ask, "William you stink. What did you sleep in or.?

     He sniffed his arm, thought about it, sniffed once more then
answered, "Mebbe it wuz this stream wheah ah washed. It smelled
real bad."

     The moment he mentioned it, I recognized the odor as
polluted water, He was going to have spend some time in a hot
shower to get rid of it, but later. His interest that moment was
pancakes.

     I had pancake mix that just needed water but he said he
could make it better and gave me a list of ingredients which,
fortunately, were common items found in my cabinets. We did use
my Aunt Jemima syrup. His hot cakes were quite good, thick but
fluffy and light, just not very round. He made them oblong to fit
three in the frying pan.

     Four filled him up. Another glass of milk washed it all
down. I managed just three.

     He insisted on washing the dishes, bowl, frying pan and
utensils. I watched from behind, well, watched his behind. Like
the rest of him, it was lightly covered by a film of dirt."

     I suggested that it was shower time and he agreed,
happily allowing me to wash him twice top to bottom. His hair
required a comb and some moderately painful pulling but it
eventually lay flat against his head. The soap turned a strange
grey as I scrubbed his neck, front and back then ran in
delightful rivulets down his body, between his ass cheeks
and over his groin. He produced an immediate erection the moment
I touched his penis. He leaned into me and said softly, "Blow me
aftuh, okay?"

     "Okay, but later." Strangely enough, I wasn't all that
horny. I say that to avoid a flat out lie. Washing his slim, well
formed little body definitely turned me on but I'd decided the
night before to make sure he understood that sex was not a
requirement for my love. I was fully agreeable, if wistfully, to
forego the physical if he only allowed it to gratify me. Really!

     But, as I was drying him, his peter still pointing straight
out, he put his arms around my neck and again said, "Blow me.
Ah'll do yo's."  He rubbed his hand against my fly then tried to
unzip it.

     I stood, lifting him with me, gladly prepared to take
his bloated organ into my mouth and suggested insincerely, "You
don't have to do me. Let's go into the bedroom."

     Halfway to my bed, he found the metal zipper and pulled it
down. By the time I lay him on the sheets, he was struggling to
get his hand inside. "Take off yo' clothes," he said as he got
his hand around my organ.

      By then, the horns were up. As I unbuttoned my shirt,
my eyes, on some kind of unconscious control, scanned his sweet
slim body, with its little chest muscles and that perfectly
formed pair of grooves leading around the small bulge that was
his belly on down to his treasure. He held onto my cock as I
opened my pants but lost it when I bent over to take them off.

     The moment I stood back up, he leaned over, mouth open, and
sucked in my cockhead. As I climbed onto the bed, he wrapped his
arms around my waist and kept me inside. I felt his tongue
caressing my glans. I rolled onto my back. He crawled on top of
me. His perineum was gorgeous, puffed out and smooth with that
fine reddish line that marks the joining of both sides of the
human body. He pushed himself downward to get his dick over my
mouth then dipped it in and out a few times like an Oreo into a
glass of milk. I didn't have to do anything but close up. He
continued pumped slowly in and out, moving his hips slightly side
to side.

     The warmth of his lips went down nearly to my pubic
hairs then back up, down, up. His hands cupped my balls, pulling
them up to meet his lips each time he took me in. Paradise!

     I felt his muscles hardening. He pushed all the way in and
stayed there. It seemed he was about to cum but he was just
holding back the end. He moved faster on mine, sucking harder,
one hand massaging my hairy perineum. He wanted me to go first
and, shortly, I did. As my cock bloated for the climax, William
pulled himself down and took in almost all of me. The head of my
cock must have been inside his throat. I shook as sperm shot out
of my dick into his gullet. I think he swallowed because there
was a tightening of flesh over my cockhead that set off another
eruption, then another.

     Still holding onto my balls, he moved his body back, pushing
his cock full into my mouth. He kept mine in his but put his
concentration below. Once again, he rocked side to
side as he slowly pushed in and pulled out of my mouth. It only
took about a half dozen times. He tensed, his buns hardened in my
hands. He rolled his hips into my face twice then pushed in
firmly, mashing my lips. He bounced with the first few throbs and
bit down on my cock. I reached quickly for his head but he
loosened up enough that it was kind of nice. I caressed his still
damp hair rather than pull him off.

     It was at that point that I realized that the smell of
polluted stream was gone, replaced by a slight scent of Dial
soap.

     We lay like that for a few minutes. He was breathing
heavily. He tried to say something with my cock still in his
mouth."

     I answered, "Hmmm?" with his still in mine.

     He opened up and asked, "Good?"

     "Fahntahstic," I answered best as I could with my mouth
full.

     After running up and down his shaft a couple of times, I
sucked in his succulent little pea balls, hugged him tightly and
rolled us over side by side.

     "C'mere."

      He let go of my dick and crawled around to lie beside
be, face to face. I kissed him on the forehead. He returned it on
the cheek, close to my mouth.

     "So, tell me the story, from when I left you off in front of
the hospital to when you knocked on my door last night."

      He lay back and fingered his balls with one hand and
the hair on my head with the other. After a few moments of
thought, he began. "The nurse wan'ed me ta tell `er yo' name but
ah sed ah din't know it, you know, lahk you sed, an' you jes' got
me off'n the street an' carried me ta the hospital. Then they
asted me whut happened an' all an' ah said whut ya'll said that
sum big boys wuz beatin' on me. Then they took pitchers a mah
bones, ya know, a mah han' an' mah ribs. Then they fixed mah han'
an' that hurt real bad an' they put a cast on it. They give me a
couple needles, one in the ass that hurt bad an' a pill an' stuff
an' said they wuz fo' mah ribs hurtin' an' tha's all `cuz they
said they weren' nothin' they could do mo' that mah ribs wuz
gonna be okay but ah jes' hadda don' do nothin' lahk hahd an' ah
din' `cuz e'rythang ah did wuz hurtin'.

     "Then they made me tawk to the cops that wuz theah but ah
sed whut you sed that sum big kids beat me up `cause they thought
ah had money which ah din't. They wan'ed ta know wheah mah fam'ly
wuz but ah sed whut you sed that mah mama jus' lef' me an' ah wuz
livin' on the street. Then they wan'ed ta know how ah got money
ta eat an' ah said beggin' an' othah stuff an' people give me
food. Ah hadda tell `em ah wuz frum Mis'sippi `cause they knowed
`cuz a how ah tawk. Then this cop wan'ed ta know how cum ah had
twenny dollahs in mah sock an' ah said ah foun' it a couple days
befo' lahk you said ah wuz s'posed to an' he din' b'lieve me but
ah kep' sayin' it an' they made me stay at the hospital so they
wuz gonna know if'n ah wuz okay inside, lahk you said mebbe theah
wuz blood inside. They wan'ed ta see mah pee an' shit but ah
din't do shit `til anothuh day so ah wuz at the hospital two
days."

     I noticed he was pronouncing hospital correctly while
he hadn't that night when I took him there.

     "Then, this woman, she cum an' carr'ed me off to a home full
a nigguhs so ah knowed ah wuz in fo' it but the cops cum an' sed
that ah run away frum the home wheah ah wuz li'l back in
Mis'sippi. But ah still hadda stay with them nigguhs `bout five
mo' days `cuz they hadda git sumbody go wif me on the aeahplane
but the niggahs din't do nothin' ta me `cause ah wuz hurt an'
all. Anyways, they wuz nahs `cept one but they wun't let `im do
nothin'.

     "The aehplane rahd wuz neat, `special when it went up `n'
cum dayon an' we done it twahs. This lady frum the home, she cum
an' carr'ed me in a cah all the way fo' a couple `owahs back ta
the home. Ah only knowed sum a the kids lahk Ahsack an' this one
man worked theah cuttin' grass an' fixin' stuff. Weren't no
nigguhs, jes' waht kids lahk befo'.
     "Wait a minute," I interrupted. "How old were you when you
left the home the first time?"
     "'Bout seven, mebbe eight. Ah don' know."
     "Didn't you go to school there?"
     "Nyuh uh. They made us go ta this school dayon the road.
E'rybody hadda go on this bus they had wif all the winduhs wif
cuhtains `cept in front so we cun't see all the evil outsahd.
Tha's whut they said. But then they sed ah wuz only six so they
wuz gonna wait o' sumthin' lahk that but they din't sen' me on
that bus no mo'. This one lady sed she wuz gonna teach me readin'
but she nevah did."

     "Why did they say you were six if you were really seven or
eight?"

     "Ah don' know. They jes' did. But ah wuz seven, mebbe
eight, prolly seven."

     "How old are you now?"

     "Ah don' know, mebbe `leven, o' twelve. They nevah tole me."

     "Then maybe you were six, but, they still should've
sent you to school."

     "Nyuh uh. This man worked theah, he tole me ah wuz seven
`cuz he knowed when they fust had me theah wif the babies in
t'othah house wheah they got the babies an' li'l kids."

     "Did you get in a lot of trouble there, when you were
seven?" I was trying to figure out why a seven year old would run
away from even a bad children's home.

     "Nyuh uh, not that much. Ah did git whupped but they wuz
whuppin' e'rybody then but they ain' doin' that no mo' `cause the
lawyuhs made `em stop. Tha's whut this one boy tole me."

     Though mesmerized by his story I stopped him briefly to
suggest he put on some clothes after feeling his skin turn cool.

     He again turned them down explaining that he liked
"bein' nekkid".

     I didn't object. I liked seeing him `nekkid' but suggested
we both get dressed and have an early lunch. He could continue
his story over food.

     He put on a shirt and headed down ahead of me.


     His story then and over the subsequent three days became
convoluted, bouncing from the first time he ran away to when he
got back to me this last time. And, his use of the English
language needed some clarification, even translation. I've tried
here to write down what he said phonetically as much as possible
but a few words like `hurt' or `work', for instance, seemed too
contorted to attempt. Some words he used may confuse you, like
`alus' (always), but as you read you'll probably catch the
meanings. I wish you could have heard him tell it. Some of his
expressions were priceless. I did really love his speech with
that delightful Southern drawl, the lilt and inflections, the
sometimes intense though subtly expressed emotions.

     I've heard, as have many of you on TV, the movies and
sometimes the real McCoy, a variety of southern United States
accents, but I'd never heard one quite like my William's. Humans,
like all animals, learn their speech and speech patterns very
early in life from those closest to them, generally parents.
Since William didn't have any, I assume what I was hearing was
what his brain pulled from collective speech of the women who
took care of him from a few months of age to four or five. Though
he insisted all were white, some of his words carried what seemed
to be a strain of southern black. Since he was never taught how
to read or write, his grammar is probably partly what he put
together himself to communicate what he wanted to say. In some
ways, it's almost a creole. A serious linguist would probably
have enjoyed piecing together how it all came to be as I was
hearing it.

     When he told me his story, the timeline tended to bounce
around causing me to stop him and ask when or where or about whom
he was talking. Here, I've put his little epic in order and will
occasionally jump in and tell you parts of it in my words.

     Well, here's his incredible story.

     William was either given up for adoption or abandoned
shortly after birth and, for some reason, ended up in a rigidly
fundamentalist Christian, all white including staff, children's
home run by a husband and wife team who enforced a regimen of
frequent prayers, church services and bible study. Nudity was
strictly prohibited except when alone in the shower. Underwear
could only be removed under a large, closed bathrobe. Boys wore
farmer's overalls and T shirts, girls ankle length dresses. Boys
and girls over five only saw each other at meals, in church and
at a nearby Christian school. They were not allowed to
communicate with one another except at meals and under
supervision Sunday after
church. On moving out of the baby house at six years of age, all
were expected to do chores or help out several hours a day in the
fields and animal pens on the home's farm that provided most of
their food. A weekly truck from a town or city within driving
range of the remote facility delivered beef, some dairy products
and vegetables.

      The forty or so boys from six to seventeen lived four
to a room in one of two large houses. Girls and those under six
lived in other buildings. Separate structures housed a dining
hall and kitchen, a chapel, staff quarters, and the pastor's home
which also housed administration. There were a number of barns
and livestock pens and animal housing structures. Although they
did have a couple of tractors and some farm machinery, much of
the field work was done by hand by the children and two farm
hands living there.

     Education was at a private Christian school an hour or so
away. Boys and girls were taken separately in a pair of busses
with curtained over windows. I could be wrong, but based on what
William told me of the information the children received
regarding people of color, it might have been to keep them from
seeing anything out the bus window that didn't fit with what they
were told but more on that later.

     William's recollections of the home included constant
references to the bible when being corrected. "They was alus
sayin' ya cain't do sumthin''cuz the bahbul says so an' then they
wuz sayin' words from the bahbul `bout sumbody done sumthin' an'
they wuz smited an' if'n ah done sumthin' real bad mebbe the lawd
wuz gonna smite me real bad."

     When I asked what the word smite meant, he answered,
`Get whupped real, I mean real bad, mebbe dead."

     Unfortunately for William, not nearly as malleable a child
as most in the home and, more problematic, sexually precocious
with an equally horny best friend, Beadie, a year or two older,
he lived in a very anti-sexual religious environment. Apparently
the two boys had been separately playing with themselves on the
sly from an early age. When they the subject eventually came up
between them, mutual masturbation followed then rubbing bare
bodies against one another, an act that produced considerable
amounts of delightfully slippery sweat on hot, humid days. The
latter, including dicks poked down between sweaty thighs, became
a favorite activity. That was also what got them in trouble the
first time.

     "We wuz up theah in the loft in the big bahn wheah they kep'
all the hay. Ah got all nekkid `cept mah shirt which wuz up high
lahk this," he indicated under his armpits, "an' wuz kahnda lahk
rubbin' `im lahk ah wuz fuckin' `im in the belly hahd, ah mean
real hard but nuffin' wuz hap'nin' so Beadie, he went an' put mah
dick on dayon `tween `is legs, ya know, raht unner `is balls an'
`e wuz squeezin' an' we wuz sweatin' sumthin terrbul so it wuz
all slipp'ry dayon theah lahk one a us spit dayon theah an' ah'm
fuckin' `im real, ah mean real hahd an, damn, ah got this
feelin', best ah evah had in mah laf. Ah ain' nevuh gonna fo'git
that. Well, he got up on top a me an' wuz doin' the same thang
b'tween mah legs. Well, this boy cum inta the bahn wheah we wuz
doin't it an' `e cum up inta the lof' real quaht an' we din't
heah nothin' `cuz we wuz doin', ya know, real, ah mean real good
sex, so we din't heah `im an' `e goes an' tells
Miss Letty. She wuz the boss a owah house `cept when `er husban'
wuz `roun' an' she took us both an' tole the rev'rund an' `e
smite on us wif this stick `e got fo' whuppin's an' `e wuz sayin'
`is han' wuz the han' a gawd on us an' he got ta preachin' shit
outta the bahbul `bout seeds an' shit agin an' we hadda go ta the
church an' pray the lawd weren't gonna sen' us straight on dayon
ta hayel."

     The beatings were followed by daily sessions of listening to
bible verses and going to the little church they had along side
the main house. That dampened their desire to do anything sexual
together for some time, maybe the better part of a year since
Christmas came and went. William eventually did get back to
playing with himself in the bathroom or the shower, the only two
places where he could be alone, and, with spit on the toilet or
soap in the shower, masturbate himself often, always to orgasm.
Toilet and shower time was limited, probably to prevent just what
William was up to which was often responsible for limited
cleanliness and occasionally shit between his cheeks, the smell
of which resulted in some boys furtively calling him names and
staff members punishing him. No one, however, seemed to figure
out why he hadn't wiped himself properly.

     William claimed that it was easier to "git off raht
aftuh ah jes' shit".

     I asked how old he was when he first had an orgasm
which he called `gittin mah feelin' or `gittin' off'. He said
five or six but it is unlikely he had any idea. He also mentioned
that they didn't know any sexual terms so made them up as their
own secret code the main word of which was `do' which could mean
anything sexual.

     One of the stranger aspects of Christmas at the home
was the total lack of gift giving. The preacher told them about
the practice but claimed it was against the bible, that they
should just be thankful that God sent his son, a much better gift
than some toy. They did have a fancy ham dinner with candied
pineapple and apple pie but it was heavily interspersed with
prayers and hymns.

     As I mentioned, school age children went off in gender
segregated buses to a fundamentalist Christian institution. I
suspect the curtains on the bus windows were to prevent any
sightings of brown or black skinned people, particularly mixing
with whites. `The rev'rund tole us how we wuz this chosen race
which wuz meanin' waht people an' we wuz the onliest people gonna
go ta heaven an' all them othas lahk the nigguhs wuz already
mahked bah the devil. Niggas wuz already buhned an' had they
haehs all buhnt an' that wuz wah it was all curled up an' they
wuz otha's but they weren't buhnt all that bad but they had black
haeh too `cuz the devil, he already done stahted getting `em
ready to be wif him but we wuz waht `cus the lawd wuz pertectin'
us an' weren't gonna let the devil buhn us none so we wuz piuah
an' could git insahd heaven. If'n a body weren't waht, weren't no
way `e wuz gittin' in heaven an' the lawd made waht people
smartuh'n nigguhs an' we wuz alus bosses ovuh all people weren't
waht."

     One of the many contradictions in William was his regular
use of the word `nigger' and his apparent total lack of racism.
There was some fear of those not like him but, as you'll see,
over time even that seemed to disappear. I was amazed that his
unthinking use of the work `nigger' didn't get him seriously
hurt. Nonetheles, it was something I was going to have to
discuss, explain, but not until he'd finished his tale.

     School for William only lasted a few days. As he told it,
"The tohlet wuz `bout the only place ah could beat off at that
school an' one day this woman wuz a teachuh theah cum an' wuz
astin' how cum ah wuz so long on the tohlet an' whut wuz ah
doin'. Well, ah said `nothin'' but she said she heard me doin'
sumthin' an' when ah got back ta the home that naht the man got
ta smitin' me agin an' hahd, ah mean real hahd an' ah din't go ta
the school no mo'. This othuh woman said she wuz gonna teach me
stuff but all she evah done wuz read out'n that bahbul an' that
preachuh man wuz tawkin' shit `bout them seeds agin but ah din't
unnerstan nothin'."

     Shortly after that, Beadie came to William and said he'd
figured out something new to make them both feel great and knew
where they could do it without getting caught. He led William
back into the barn again and up to the hay loft but this time
behind and under bales of hay they struggled over themselves. It
not only hid them, but, I'd have to guess, acted as sound
proofing as well.

     "Whut he done wuz suck on mah dick a little an' then ah
hadda suck on his'n. Well, hit wuz really, ah mean really good
`cept ah hadda do his'n `til he got off an' then he din't wanna
do mine. So, next tahm, ah said he hadda do mine fust `til ah got
off an' then ah wuz gonna do his'n. So `e done it an' it wuz
really, ah mean really good. Ah wuz lyin' theah in the dahk `cuz
we wuz unuh all that hay an' he wuz goin' up an' dayon on mah
dick an' ah wuz feelin' bettuh an' bettuh but he kep' stoppin' an
astin' wuz ah done yet so it took a long tahm but that jes' made
it mo' bettuh. When ah did git off, shit, that wuz the best
feelin' ah evah had in mah life, well, cept'n mebbe in the bahn
befo'."

     I asked about the work he did. "The boys, us, we hadda do
the fahmin' lahk gittin' out the weeds wheah they wuz growin' in
the vegatals an' lahk that an' c'lect the eggs frum the chickens
an' feed `em an' the pigs an' git the pig shit ta this big hole
wheah they put the garbage an' othuh stuff whut wuz gonna git put
on sum a the vegatals an' cohn so they wuz gonna grow fastuh."

     Girls apparently did the sweeping and cleaning out of the
chicken house and all the garbage collection but never at the
same time the boys were working the same area. "We weren't nevuh
s'posed ta tawk ta none a the girls cept'n when we wuz eatin' an'
roun' the church. A boy could git hisself whupped sumthin'
terrbul if'n he did. Ah know `cuz Beadie, `e wuz tawkin ta this
one girl `bout lettin' `im see unduh that long dress they wuz all
wearin' an' he got whupped so bad he hadda stan' when `e et that
day."

     Another problem they seemed to have was the self
righteousness of the children of their house parents. "This one
boy, Benjamin, he wuz Mis Letty's kid, he wuz alus lookin' ta say
we done sumthin' bad lahk when Carly this one day wen' ta the
shar an' his bafrobe cum open an' mebbe sumbody could see `is
dick an' Benjamin tole his mama an' Carly hadda wash all the
winduhs agin an' they wuz jes' washed a couple days befo' an' it
weren't Carly's fault `cuz `e wuz jes' trahin' ta git `is towel
whut falled onta the flo' an' `e din' have no belt on `is bafrobe
an' it jes' cum
open but tha's the way Benjamin wuz."

     Beadie and William found another safe place for their sex
under a broken, partially overturned hay wagon at the side of an
outbuilding on the farm. Old lumber and another piece of
discarded farm machinery blocked the view from outsdide. Entry
was through a small opening against the outbuilding wall. They'd
get together there after work several days a week and suck each
other to fruition. Whenever they were asked where they'd been,
Beadie would say they'd been praying that "Jesus wuz gonna watch
ovah us so's we wuz gonna go ta heaven o' sumthin' lahk that.
Beadie wuz smaht. He even done it wif me couple tams bah this
fence, ya know, prayin', wheah they could see us so they wuz
gonna b'lieve that wuz whut we wuz doin' but we wuz really
suckin' each `n' othah. They wuz stupid people."

     If it sounds like I'm concentrating on William's sexual
proclivities over other facets of his life at the home, it would
be a lie to say it didn't interest me more but it also reflects
William's desire to tell that part of his life there, reflects
his obsession with sex. Apparently, that was an interest of
others there as well.

     The preacher had a son named Isaac, a blond haired
stocky boy about twelve or thirteen at the time, whom William
described as nasty toward the other children, especially him and
Beadie. William remembered that Isaac's monthly haircut took
longer and left him with a very flat top rather than the rounded
head hugging machine cut all the other boys received.

     One rainy day, seconds after they'd raced to the barn and
had climbed into the loft but before they'd started to arrange
their hideout, they heard someone else enter the barn, then close
and latch the door. Afraid of being caught and beaten, they tried
to hide but noticed that the person below was walking casually,
not like someone looking to trap them. By the time they'd inched
to the edge of the loft to look down, there was Isaac in an empty
horse stall masturbating his still damp dog.

     "Then Ahsack wuz puttin' his pants all the way dayon an'
takin' `em off an' makin' the dawg lick `im all ovuh his dick an'
`is balls. Then he got ta beatin' off wif all that dog spit on
`is dick an' the dawg wuz actin' lahk he wan'ed ta fuck an'
Ahzack goes an' gits dayon on `is hans an' `is knees an' the
dawg, he gits up on `im behin' an' `e wuz fuckin' `im raht up `is
ass, ah mean hahd an' fas' an' Ahsack is beatin' off hahd an'
fas' an' doin' it an' doin' it an' then `e stops an' jumps up
quick so the dawg cain't fuck `im no mo' an' he's holdin' `is
dick an' the dawg's all whinin' lahk they do `cuz he wans ta keep
on fuckin' but Ahsack, `e knocks him off an' cleans hisself wif
toh'let papuh an' he puts on this big ole raincoat he had an'
goes out the bahn wif that dawg still trahin' ta  git up on `is
leg.

     "Well, me an' Beadie, we gits ta tawkin' `bout if we gonna
tell his mama `bout whut we seed `im doin' but Beadie says `is
mama wuz gonna ast wah wuz we in the bahn an' Ahzack, he jes'
gonna say we wuz lahin' an' we gonna git whupped. Anyways we
wanna watch `im agin' `cuz it was real funny so we's watchin'
Ahsack `roun tha same tahm nex' day an' he don't cum outta `is
house an' then it wuz too late fo' us to do whut we wan'ed so,
nex' day, Beadie says fo'git
Ahsack an' we wen' on up an' done whut we wuz doin' but nex' tahm
when we seen Ahsack, Beadie stahts ta laughin' an' me too an'
Ahsack gits mad an' says whut we laughin' `bout but Beadie says
we wuz jes' jokin' wif each'n othuh an' Ahsack, he goes off.

     During this time, William, around the farm all day since he
wasn't attending school, was assigned to tend the pigs and
chickens. Naturally, he observed them screwing each other,
`fohnacatin' was the word he used possibly to distinguish it from
what he and Beadie had been doing. One day during school hours
with no adults around, he tried fucking a chicken. After a bit of
trial and error, "Ah cun't fahn the damn hole wif all them
feathuhs", it worked, allowing him to reach orgasm. He told
Beadie about it but Beadie only had access to the chickens when
others were around. So, William tied his favorite chicken under
the old discarded hay wagon.

     That evening, Beadie made an attempt at fowl fucking but
found it very difficult in the confined space. "Ah hadda hold
onta that chicken `cuz we wuz layin' dayon theah an' Beadie kep'
comin' out an' then `e hadda terrbul tahm gittin' his dick back
in wif all them feathuhs but he done it an' then ah done it too.
Ah don' thank the chicken lahked it much `cuz it wuz alus tryin'
ta git away an' makin' noises but it cun't a hurt it none `cuz
eggs cum outta that hole wuz a whole lot bigguh'n owah dicks. Ah
wuz skeered sumbody wuz gonna heah it an' we wuz gonna git
whupped agin' but nobody did.

     "Beadie wan'ed me to watch the eggs a the chicken we wuz
fuckin' ta see if'n they tasted diffrunt but weren't no way `cuz
boys cun't go inta the kitchen `cuz they wuz girls in theah.

     "Well, couple days latuh an' it wuz rainin', we seed Ahsack
wif `is dawg an' Beadie says le's go quick inta the bahn an' git
up in the loft but jes' when we's gonna climb up that ladduh, we
heahed Ahsack cummin' in an' we git on the flo' behin' these
boahds they got all piled up but not that hah an' Ahsack cums in
wif `is dawg an' `e closes the doh an' put on the latch so it's a
li'l bit dahk an' we's taht as we kin git behin' them boahds an'
Ahzack goes on by an' ah'm real skeered `e's gonna see us `cuz ah
could see `im real good but `e wen' on inta that stall an' `e
din' see us but then we cun't see him.

     "Well, we kin heah `e's doin' sumthin' an' tawkin' ta his
dawg an' sayin' he lahks it an' we gits up a li'l an' Beadie,
he's crawlin' an' gittin' close ta that stall so ah'm
gittin'behin `im an' then we wuz by them boahds on the stall an'
we kin see b'tween `em but not all that good but ah kin see
Ahsack settin' up so ah look unduh that boahd an' theah wuz the
dawg lickin' Ahsack's dick an' it's bigguh `n' mines o' Beadie's
an' Ahsack's pettin' the dawg on the hayed an' `is dick is real
hahd an' he's puttin' the dawg's spit dayon inta `is ass an'
rubbin' it all `roun' dayon theah an' on `is balls an' they's
bigguh too an' then he goes an' turns aroun' an' puts his ass up
wheah the dawg kin fuck `im an' ah hadda git up hah agin an' the
dawg real quick gits raht up on `im an' gits ta fuckin' real fas'
an' Ahsack, he's beatin' off an' theah's Beadie gittin' `is dick
out an' beatin' off too an' ah ain' even hahd an' ah'm thankin'
Ahsack's gonna heah sumthin' but `e's in theah beatin' off an'
the dawg's fuckin' `im so mebbe he ain' but then Beadie's leanin'
back an' he knocks ovuh this pitchfo'k they had theah an' ah
knowed we wuz in big trouble.

     "Ahsack's sayin', `Who's that?' an' gittin' up an' he cums
`roun' that stall all pissed an' `is dick stickin' out an' `is
balls all wet wif' dawg spit an' Beadie's jes tryin' ta git `is
pants up an' ah'm lookin' wheah ah kin run but ain' no wheah an'
Ahsack put `is han's ovuh `is dick an' `e ain't sayin' nothin',
jes' lookin' at us an' Beadie is sayin' we ain' gonna say nothin'
an' me too an' Ahsack lookin' pissed, he says we bettuh not o'
`e's gonna say it wuz us doin' stuff an' `is dawg is up on `im
lahk `e wan's ta keep on fuckin' `im but `e caint `cuz Ahzack's
standin' up, jes' lookin' at us an' thankin' an' ah'm skeered we
gonna git whupp't bad, ah mean real bad, mebbe kilt. But then
Ahzack says he ain't gonna say nothin' `bout us neithuh but one a
us gots ta put owah moufs on `is privates. Ya see, back then,
none a us knowed it wuz called a dick. Me an' Beadie said owah
thang but the rev'rund an' all called owah dicks privates `cuz
tha's whut they wuz alus tellin' us they wuz, private `cuz we wuz
the onliest ones could see `em, cept a doctuh if'n he hadda.
Well, Beadie's sayin no we ain' `cuz `is privates gots dawg spit
all ovuh `em an' anyways, he wuz doin' mo`en us but Ahzack says
who we thank `is fathuh gonna b'lieve an' he wuz gonna wipe off
the dawg spit an' we hadda do it. Well, ah knowed one a us wuz
gonna be suckin' on Ahzack's dick an' Beadie wuz gonna say me an'
`e did.

     "Well, Ahzack, `e's still wantin' that dawg ta fuck `im same
tahm ah gotta be suckin' on `is dick so he's leanin' ovuh an'
holdin' onta the stall an' ah'm on mah knees up agin' that stall
an' ah seed `is dick had li'l haehs on it an' it wuz big, `bout
the sahz a mah han' raht now." He stretched out his hand for me
to see. "So ah gits ta suckin' on Ahzack's dick an' ah kin feel
the dawg's fuckin' `im an' makin' `is dick almos' cum outta mah
mouf so ah gots ta hold on ta `is legs so's `is dick ain' cummin'
outta mah mouf, jes' goin' in an' out an' Ahzack puts `is han' on
mah head an' `e's pushin' an' sayin' I gotta go fastuh an' that
dawg's gonna knock us all dayon `cuz he's fuckin' Ahzack so hahd
an' Ahzack's bendin' ovuh mo' an' mah neck's all bent trying ta
suck on `im wif his belly on top a me an' then `e pulls mah head
real hahd on `im an' this stuff cum out'n `is dick an' it don'
taste bad lahk piss so ah'm thankin' `e gots diff'rent piss'n us
an' ah'm trahin' not ta swalluh so' ah kin spit it out but
Ahzack, `e stan's up but he's holdin' mah head so ah cain't git
off'n `is dick an' the dawg's still tryin' ta fuck `im so Ahzack
tells Beadie `e's gotta let the dawg fuck `im but Beadie, `e's
got `is pants up an' he's shakin' `is hayed no an' Ahzack's
tryin' ta tell `im it feels good but Beadie's sayin' no an'
wawkin' towahd the doh so Ahzack says okay he don' hafta but he's
still keepin' `is dick in mah mouf an' mo' a that stuff cum out
but jes' a li'l. Ah din't know nothin' `bout cum back then. Ah
din't know nothin' `bout sex `ceptin whut me an' Beadie wuz doin'
and whut the chickens an' the pigs done but ah din't know nothin'
bout fuckin' an' babies."
        I remember at that point in the story my dick was
slightly bloated and I couldn't figure out why. It made me feel a
bit perverse being excited even a little by such a scene. It
didn't seem to move William. Though his T shirt was over his
groin, there was no sign of an erection.

     William then went on to tell me how he and Beadie then
tried to avoid Isaac as much as possible, especially during those
brief free times in the afternoons but how, on a Sunday
afternoon, he cornered them and made demands.

     "E' wun't say wah but we hadda go wif `im on ovuh ta
`is house o' `e wuz gonna tell `is daddy he seed us doin'
sumthin' bad an' he wuz gonna b'lieve `im, not us. Well, we
knowed that was raht so we wen' wif `im.

     "Now, ah nevuh been inside the rev'rund's house an' weren't
nevuh s'posed to be goin' in theah so ah wuz skeered `is mama o'
daddy wuz gonna be theah an' wuz gonna see us an' we wuz gonna be
in trouble but Ahzack's sayin' they off sumwheah an' we wuz the
onliest ones in theah an' `e wen inta `is bedroom an' it wuz real
nahs but one sahd had this big blanket ovuh ah don' know whut but
he hadda bunch a toys an' stuff an' this thang he said wuz fo'
exercize o' sumthin' an' ah knowed we din' have nothin' lahk that
`cuz the rev'rund an' all them wuz sayin' toys is stuff a the
devil o' sumthin' lahk that an' ah'm thankin' how cum Ahzack got
this devil stuff an' ain' nothin' happ'nin' ta him but if'n we
got it the lawd wuz gonna be pissed an' then Ahzack's sayin' we
cun't go sayin' nothin' bout nothin' whut we seed in `is room.
Well, that wuz the fust tam ah wuz thankin' mebbe the rev'rund
wuz mebbe lahin' `bout stuff.

     "Well, Ahzack had this bed wuz kahnda lahk owahs but
purtieh, ya know one on top t'othuh but this'n had a rug on the
flo' an' he had is own bafroom an' pitchers on the wall a dawgs
an' Jesus.

     "So Ahzack's tellin' us we gotta take off all owah clothes,
even owah socks an' we done it an' him too `til we wuz all nekkid
an' we seed how fat `e wuz, not all that fat but a lot fattuh'n
me o Beadie. Anyhow we wuz bof kahnda skinny, special Beadie `cuz
he din't eat all that much. An' then ah'm thankin' heah we all is
in the rev'rund's house all nekkid an' this is the son a the
rev'rund in `is house but they gonna whup any a us in owah house
we jes' don' have owah bafrobe closed up good.

     "Well, ah'm thankin' the dawg ain' in wheah we wuz so whut's
Ahzack gonna wan' us ta be doin' an' then he says we don' gotta
say nothin' ta nobody an' he's gonna be owah frien' an' we ain'
gonna git no whuppin's if'n we do whut he says.

     "Well, then he din' say nothin', jes' lookin' at us an' owah
dicks then he says we gotta git owah dicks hahd an' his'n's
already hahd so we gits owah dicks hahd an' `e's lookin' at `em
an' `he says ah gotta put mah mouf on Beadie's dick so Beadie,
he's smahlin' but ah gits dayon on the flo' an' ah sucks on
Beadie sum. Then Ahzack says fo' me ta stop an' `e's gittin'
dayon lahk he did wif the dawg an' says fo' Beadie ta stick `is
dick in `is ass back heah an' he's pointin' at it so Beadie's
smahlin' at me agin an' `e goes ovuh an' gits on `is knees an'
Ahzack says he's gotta put sum spit back theah so he spits in `is
han' an' puts it on Ahzack's hole an' he sticks `is dick in theah
an' gits ta fuckin' an' Ahzack is sayin' ta do it hahduh so he
done an' it's makin' noise lahk `e's clappin' `is han's o'
sumthin' then aftuh `e's doin it fo' a couple minutes, Ahzack
wantin' `im ta stop an' says fo' me ta do it so ah done it too
an' hit wuz nahs but ah weren't gonna git off `cuz wif that big
ass a `is ah weren't goin' in `im fo' nothin', jes' a li'l but
hit felt kahnda good but not lahk when it wuz tween
Beadie's legs.

      "So, Ahzack says fo' Beadie ta do it agin an' he gits
up an' is holdin' onta that bed a his an' bendin' ovuh an' Beadie
goes an' sticks `is dick in agin an' Ahzack wan's me a put mah
mouf on `is dick an' suck `im so ah done it an' it wuz jes' lahk
befo' wif that big ole belly a `is on mah head an' me bendin' mah
neck so's ah kin suck on' im an' this tahm hit's a long tahm an'
Beadie's fuckin' 'im an' ah'm suckin' an' holdin' them fat legs a
`is an' he ain't gittin off then Beadie stops fuckin' an'
Ahzack's sayin' he gotta keep on doin' it but Beadie is sayin' he
done got off an' `is privates is ticklin' an' he gots ta wait but
Ahzack, he's gittin' pissed an' says he bettuh put it raht back
in so Beadie done it but `e still ain' gittin' off so he jes'
goes off an gits `is dawg an' the dawg fucks `im real good wif me
still suckin' on `im but it's still is takin' a long tahm but
then `e git's off an' puts that stuff in mah mouf an' ah knowed
`e's lucky he stopped `cuz when a dawg gits off, `is dick gits
all big insahd an' cain't cum out fo' a long tahm an' whut if'n
Ahzack's mama wuz gonna catch `im lahk that an' ah wuz laffin' a
li'l but Ahzack don' see it but ah tole Beadie latuh an' he wuz
laffin too.."

     Isaac never bothered William again. William, however,
thought a lot about Isaac's strange desires. "Fust, ah wuz
thankin' Ahzack mebbe wuz bes' frien's wif `is dawg lahk me an'
Beadie `cuz he din' have no frien's `cuz none a the kids lahkked
`im fo' nothin' but then ah put soap on mah finguh in the shar
an' put it up insahd mah ass an' it weren't all that bad so ah'm
thankin' mebbe it jes' feels good, special when he's beatin' off
but ah din't say nothin' `bout whut ah done ta Beadie `cuz mebbe
he wuz gonna thank sumthin' bad. He said they wuz sumthin' wrong
wif Ahzack is wah he wuz lettin' that dawg fuck `im.

     "T'othuh thang ah wuz thankin' `bout Ahzack wuz all that
stuff `e had, toys an' all, an' how cum `e got a diff'rent
hayehcut `an it wuz okay fo' him ta be nekkid an' do sex but if'n
we wuz doin' it we wuz sinnin' an' ah wuz tawkin' ta Beadie but
he wuz sayin' that it wuz `cuz `is daddy wuz a rev'rund an' `cuz
rev'runds could tawk ta god an' wuz already almos' in heaven, so
they could do stuff we cun't. Ah din't say nothin' an' ah din't
wanna go thankin' all that much `cuz god kin know whut we
thankin' but ah din't b'lieve all that much an' ah still don't
but weren't nothin' ah could do but ah weren't all that skeered a
god no mo' `bout doin' sex, still ain'."

     William and Beadie went back to fucking chickens but that
didn't last. Isaac had inspired Beadie to open a new phase of sex
with his friend.

     "Well, one day, Beadie ups an' says he's wantin' ta fuck me
raht in mah backside, jes' says it. Well, ah said no raht off but
he's sayin' it weren't gonna hurt none `cuz look how easy it wuz
fo' Ahzack wif that big ole German Shepherd stickin' `im an' `e
din' even feel `is dick is wah he hadda go an' git `is dawg agin
but ah knowed it weren't gonna hurt none `cuz  a puttin' maf
finguh up theah an' ah knowed mah shit wuz a lot bigguh'n `is
dick but ah knowed how Beadie wuz that he wuz gonna fuck me an'
then go off an' ah weren't gonna git ta fuck him so ah said `e
hadda lemme do it ta `im fust. Well, he din't lahk that no way so
we fucked that chicken agin a couple tahms then one day he says
okay, ah kin do it ta `im fust.

     "Lahk ah said, we din' know no sex words back then so we
made up this word meant fucking, howdy `cuz fust we said ho' do
for hole sex then we wuz messin' aroun' an' one a us said it
sounded lahk howdy so that's whut we said when we wuz gonna fuck.

     "Well, ah alus usin' spit ta git insahd that chicken so ah
done it too wif Beadie an', man, it wuz bettah'n that damn
chicken any ole day, an' easiuh, too. Ah went raht on insahd `im.
Din't hafta hold onta no damn chicken tryin' ta git offa me. So,
ah fucked him real, ah mean real good an' hahd an' ah got off.
Well, ole Beadie's laughin' an' says he kin feel me gittin' off
an' he lets me stay theah lahk mebbe he lahks it so ah did it sum
mo' but then he says ah gotta git off `im an' he's gonna do it.

     "Well, stupid Beadie don' put no spit on his dick an' it
hurts an' he cain't git in so ah tole `im he hadda put spit on
his dick an' he done it an' goes raht on insahd me lahk ah done
ta him. An' then he's fuckin' me an' fuckin' me an' real quick ah
kin feel he's gittin off but then he's fuckin' agin an' ah says
he got off but he says ah wuz doin' it longer'n `im so ah let `im
do it some mo'. Anyways, it din' feel all that bad so Beadie gits
off twahs an' he le's me fuck `im agin an' that's all we done
`til one day this man works theah, he's walkin' by an' Beadie's
makin' noises lahk `unh unh' an' the man heered `im an' `e got
dayon on the grayon an' looked unduh whea we wuz an' he seed
Beadie fuckin' me an' he goes `roun' the end a that wagon an'
knocks sum stuff away an' grabbed me bah the foot and wuz pullin'
me on out frum unnuh that wagon an' ah ain't got no pants on.
Beadie, he tried ta git his pants up an' git away out t'othah
side but the man got me by the eeah an' he takes me aroun' ta
wheah Beadie wuz cummin' out an' he got Beadie by the eeah an' he
took us bof ta the house even me all nekkid `cept fo' mah shirt
an' e'rybody's lookin' `cept the girls `cuz they turned aroun'
quick `cep' a couple wuz lookin' back real quick.

     "Well, we got smited that naht worse `n they evah done it
befo' an' me wif no pants so ah wuz even bleedin'. So the
rev'rund is sayin' ah'm a bad seed an' he's gonna haf ta send me
off wheah they kin git the devil outta me an' he tahd me up ta
this chayuh an' ah gotta set theah all naht but he put a shirt ta
covuh up mah dick an' all. Ah din' know whut they done ta po'
Beadie'cuz they carr'ed him off sumwheah else.

     "Well, ah got mahself outta them ropes but the room wuz
locked `cept the winduh so ah wen' out the winduh an' wen'ta the
wagon ta see if'n mah pants an' mah shoes wuz still theah an'
they wuz so ah put 'em on an' figguh'd ah hadda git mahself outta
theah `cuz ah knowed they wuz gonna sen' me somewheah bad, ah
mean real bad."

     What began there was a journey I doubt many boys,
especially one so young, have ever experienced.