Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 17:30:54 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons 100

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Chapter One Hundred: New Horizons

When Daniel and the boys were released from the hospital, Daniel was more
than ready to return to Fort Ogden.  It wasn't so much being confined to
the room or treatment area; in fact, the confinement had been good.  With
no place to go and no issues to handle with the boys, he was able to
concentrate on his research and planning as part of the governor's task
force.  Greg's paper had given Daniel a great deal of insight as to how
other states, and countries, had handled the issue of doing away with
slavery and resocializing its victims.

Greg, at Daniel's request, updated most of his research through the
internet.  In addition, he was able to make phone calls to some of the more
successful programs and talk with many of the directors or supervisors.
His efforts were aided by national news stories produced by Walter Andrez.
Andrez also provided the names and numbers of many people he thought would
be willing to assist the program.  Greg had been given carte blanche to use
Andrez' name as needed if it would help open doors.

The return to Fort Ogden did not mean that Daniel and the boys were
finished with their treatments.  Only the stage one treatments using the
harshest chemicals were completed at the hospital.  Daniel could see the
boys' backs and how red and raw they looked.  The boys admitted they were
sensitive to touch, but never complained.  Daniel also knew that he was
receiving more treatments with the stage one chemicals due to the depth and
age of the scarring; he could only imagine how bad his back looked.  Stage
two of the treatments would be handled at home.

During the drive home, Daniel set the research data aside to concentrate on
the boys.  They were in the big van and all the boys were behind him, but
there was the mirror.  Daniel only had to lean over a little and he could
see the reflections of the boys behind him.  When he first looked, he had
to smile.  He had to look away to avoid breaking out in laughter.  None of
the boys were wearing shirts when they entered the van, their backs were
still sensitive.  Daniel counted four pairs of shorts draped over the back
of the seat; four naked boys sat in the van.  He wondered how long it would
be before the other three lost their shorts.

Friendship, together with a sense of trust and support, had developed
between the boys and TJ and Evan.  The new boys asked a lot of questions
about New Horizons.  How long had they been there?  When did it all start?
Who was Mr. Daniel?  Who else was there?  Where did they sleep?  What did
they eat?  How come they all had chores?  Were any of the guys . . . you
know?  The questions were endless, but TJ and Evan tried to answer each
question as openly and honestly as they could.  Daniel looked at the
countryside as they drove down the highway, listening to the boys.

The boys' chatter didn't stop, or even slow down, until the van turned into
the camp.  The sudden quiet lasted only a moment as the boys reacted to the
size of the place.  TJ and Evan took turns pointing out buildings and
identifying their purpose, together with the ball fields and gardens.  TJ's
and Evan's tone told Daniel the boys were glad to be home.

"Oh,man!  Look how big it is.  That ya'll's orchard over there?"  one boy
asked, excited.

"Yeah, and our garden, too.  We grow a lot of the veg'tables we eat.
Behind them's the ball fields.  The captain and some deputies helped us
build 'em."

"Hey, look at all the kids!" one observed.

"Yeah, and it's like TJ said, not one of 'ems wearin' a stitch!" another
boy stated the obvious.

Daniel smiled as he watched some of the boys turn around and, seeing the
van, spread the word.  Before the van could be parked boys appeared from
everywhere to greet them.  Paul, Rick and Jeff came out of the
administration offices to join the crowd.

"Welcome back, Mr. Dan'l!" several boys yelled out.

"Yeah!  You been gone a long time," another boy called out.

"Hey, boys, it feels good to be home.  Everybody doin' okay?" Daniel asked
as he opened the side doors for the boys to get out.

"Yes, sir.  We're all doin' fine," Sean answered.  "Danny's been drivin' us
nuts though, askin' everyday when you were gonna get back."

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY!"

No one had any trouble guessing who was hollering.  Several of the boys
broke into knowing grins as they turned towards the boy.  The new boys just
stood by and waited to see what was happening.

"Watch out!" Sean cried out.  "Incoming dirt monster!"

The boys stepped aside to give Danny enough room to run past them.  The
little boy, in all his naked glory, grinned from ear to ear as he held out
his arms, ready to be picked up.  When he got close to Daniel, the boy
jumped into the man's arms.

"Hey, little man," Daniel greeted the boy as he caught him in his arms.
"Missed you.  You doin' okay?"

"Uh-huh," Danny answered as he nodded.  Danny then looked over Daniel's
shoulder and laughed.

"Your shirt's split open back there."

Daniel's back, like the boys', was very sensitive.  He had worn a hospital
gown for the trip home.

"It's supposed to be like that so it doesn't rub my back."

"Your back fixed now?" Danny asked, concerned.

"Not completely, but Dr. Mike will get it there soon."  Daniel moved his
arm out so he could get a better look at Danny.

"Danny, what have you been doing?  Little man, you are really dirty,"
Daniel observed, to the amusement of the boys.

"We just been playin' over dere," Danny answered, pointing towards the back
of the building.  "We been playin' in the hole."

"I bet you mean you, Brian and Ian.  Right?"

"Uh-huh.  We been wrestlin'.  Sean wouldn't put water in it for us.  He
wouldn't let us get muddy and have fun."  Danny used his pouty face and sad
tone as he told on his big brother.

"Danny," Sean spoke up, "you know you were told to wait until Mr. Dan'l got
back, then I'd fill it for you if he said it was okay."

"We waited."  Danny defended himself.

The look of exasperation on Sean's face was enough to make a number of the
boys laugh.  Sean looked pleadingly at Daniel, wanting help.

"Danny, I think Sean meant he wanted you to wait until I got here before
you and Ryan and Ian started wrestling in the dirt."

"That's right, Mr. Dan'l.  I was trying to keep him clean for a little
while, anyway."

Danny just looked at Sean and then Daniel, smiled and turned on the charm
that usually got him out of any trouble he might have gotten into.

"Sean," Daniel turned to the boy and smiled.  "Haven't you learned yet that
there are some things that are just not possible to accomplish.  Keeping
this little guy clean is one of those things.  It's one of the privileges
of being his age."

Danny ignored Sean and Daniel.  He was now looking over Daniel's shoulder
and pointing.

"Look at dem.  They're wearin' shorts.  They goin' somewhere?"

Daniel realized that Danny was looking at the three new boys still wearing
shorts.

"No, they aren't going anywhere.  They just got here.  You know, not
everybody likes to run around naked like you."

"Why?" Danny asked, grinning.

Daniel knew he was about to get into one of those conversations with Danny
that he couldn't win.  The boy would just keep asking questions, or more
likely, the same question . . . why?.

"They're new here, Danny," Sean interrupted.  "Maybe you and Ryan and Ian
should tackle them and wrestle them down and take the shorts off of 'em."

Daniel now gave Sean an exasperated look.  Sean knew that as soon as he
said wrestle to Danny, the boy would go along with whatever was suggested.
Sean gave Daniel an impish grin; Sean had learned from Danny.

"Can we?" Danny asked Daniel, excited by the idea.

All were saved when the bell rang for lunch.

"That's the bell for the first lunch, Mr. Dan'l.  Mr. Barry divided us into
two meal times when all the new guys came.  All the little ones go first.
I'll have to get Danny rinsed off."

"Please do," Daniel answered.  "Danny, you go with Sean and I'll be there
in a minute.  Okay?"  Daniel turned to the boys.

"TJ, Evan.  You boys know when you're supposed to have lunch?"

"No sir, they started this while we were in Orlando.  Nobody's said."

"Well, why don't all of you go eat now and we'll find out what your
official time is later?  Maybe you can introduce the boys around some?"

"Yes, sir.  We can show 'em around some, too, after lunch."

The boys started to run after the crowd when one of the new boys stopped
and called for the other new boys to stop.  Hesitating a moment, he looked
at the large crowd of boys and then to Daniel.  He smiled and then took off
the shorts.  The other two followed.  The three boys looked at Daniel.

"You boys sure?  You can keep them if you're more comfortable."  The first
boy stepped up to Daniel.

"No, sir, we don't need 'em.  They always told us we had ta stay naked
'cause slaves weren't deservin' of clothes.  Well, those other boys don't
look or act like slaves.  TJ and Evan told us all about the boys here bein'
naked all the time, so I guess it's okay.  Besides, bein' the only ones
wearin' anything, we'd feel kinda funny."

Daniel took the shorts from the boys and watched them run off to lunch.
Paul stepped up next to his friend.

"Welcome home, Daniel.  Welcome home."

                                           * * * *

"Paul, did we get all the medical clearances on the new boys?"

Daniel had called a quick meeting of the staff following lunch.  He wanted
to catch up on what had happened during his absence and let everyone know
what was planned for the five boys he had just brought in.

"We received clearance on all of the boys including the five that you
brought back." Paul answered.  "Rick and Mark have also designated an area
where the five being treated can sleep and be treated.  They'll be right
outside Mark and Kevin's room."

"Michael has already given us written instructions on what to do," Mark
interjected.  "We thought it would be best to give the boys their
treatments in the evening.  That way, if one of them needed a light
sedative to help with the discomfort, they could sleep through the night."
Mark looked at Daniel with a sheepish grin.  "Michael also gave us
instructions on what to do for you; twice a day."

"Remind me to give Michael my special thanks," Daniel quipped to the
amusement of everyone.

"What about big brothers for the younger boys that came in?"

"Boys beat us to it," Paul explained.  "The younger boys seemed to make a
quick connection with some of the older boys here.  Only a couple of them
latched on to one of the newer boys and then the two of them found a friend
among the boys here.  Some of the older boys that came in seem to have
found a mentor their own age, too.  We were all a little amazed at how
quickly the kids seemed to connect and take care of one another."

"What about any counseling?  Has anyone been in contact with the priests?"

"They've been here and will be back in a couple of days with more help."
Paul advised, and then added, "Carl, you want to tell Daniel what you've
been doing with the boys' files?"

"Actually, it was more Terry's and Kevin's idea.  They have done most of
the work.  Bernie and I are around just in case they need some help solving
any problems.  What's happening, Daniel, is the boys compiled a list of
factors they came up with by studying the files of boys already here and
then adding a few of their own.  The factors include the normal birth date,
sex, age when taken, and former residence.  There's more, but what they've
also added to the lists and will need to ask the boys help with is personal
data, such as parent's name, occupations, income levels and a few others.
They want to use the data to find out if there has been a pattern for
taking the kids.  More importantly, they want to review the cases, go to
the various counties, and see what commonalities exist such as, who took
them.  They thought the data might help with the work you're doing or if
someone wants to challenge setting the boys free."

Daniel sat quietly, considering the project Carl had outlined.  He really
didn't know if the data could benefit the project he was working on for the
governor, but it couldn't hurt to have it, either.  Daniel considered the
possibility that there might be a connection with some of the data that
Grandpa had given him.

"The information sounds interesting.  Unfortunately, I've also considered
the possibility, or probability, of someone making a challenge.  We think
we can handle any challenge that's made, but there's no such thing as
having too much information to defend yourself.  I'll need to personally
talk to those two and let them know how much we appreciate their efforts.
Any idea when they'll be finished?"

"For the initial input, they were shooting for a time just before you
returned; that was back when we didn't expect you until tomorrow afternoon.
As soon as you drove in, both of them ran over to the computer room to
resume their work.  When they're finished, they expect you to review the
spreadsheet for approval and permission to continue to the next step.  The
next step will be to locate family members if they have sufficient data.
They're looking for guidance on that step from you."

"Daniel," Paul interrupted, "are we allowed to ask how your project is
going?"

"Thanks to Greg, it's moving along faster than originally anticipated.
Greg, in his research paper, actually asked the question we are trying to
answer.  He did a nice job of documenting his facts.  Right now we are
trying to update his information and ask a few more questions regarding
funding and private care.  My next conference call is tomorrow.

"Now, does anyone have any issues we need to discuss?  Paul, what about our
finances?  I bet all these new boys really put a dent in the budget.  Are
we broke yet?"

"Initially, yes, they put a huge dent in the budget.  The state sent the
funds they promised, but it wasn't a check.  The money went to our accounts
as a direct deposit.  On top of that, we've been getting checks in here
daily from private citizens just wanting to help the boys.  Our grocer has
begun a campaign where people can buy a bag of groceries from twenty
dollars up.  Each bag is designed to feed one or more boys for a specified
period time.  We hear that the program has been quite successful."

"Excellent.  It's nice to know we can feed them."

"There is one thing we haven't told them yet." Daniel waited to hear the
news.  "The hospital van will be here day after tomorrow to finish removing
tattoos.  About half still have to have them removed.  We haven't said
anything, yet, about having to see the dentist.  Thought we would save that
little surprise."

"Surprise, nothing," Daniel teased the men, "you just didn't want to risk a
full fledged rebellion without me being here."  No one denied Daniel's
friendly accusation.

"Ryan!  Stop!  You know better than that."  Daniel listened to the voice
and guessed it was Isaac fussing with his little brother.  All the men in
the room stopped talking to listen to what was happening outside.

"Ryan, stop!  I'm not playing with you.  That goes for you, too, Ian."

The sound of three young voices giggling and filled with pure mischief
could be heard by everyone.  Daniel gave the signal for everyone to stay
quiet and still.  He wanted to see how the boys handled the little ones.

"Ian," a new voice, Jacob. "you heard Isaac.  Stop throwing the mud at
people."

"No!" The young boy snapped back and laughed. Ian acted like he thought the
older boys were playing a game.

"Alright, stop.  All three of you.  You're all in trouble now."  Daniel
could hear three voices fussing with the little ones.  He stepped to the
window and could see that the older boys had filled the hole with water to
make mud for Danny, Ryan and Ian to play.  It was also obvious that one or
more of the little ones had thrown mud on the older boys.  The older boys
were now stepping into the pit to get the little ones out.

"No! Lemme go!" Ryan screamed.

Danny and Ian echoed the demand.  Daniel waited until the older boys had
the three little ones out of the mud pit and then stepped outside to see
how the boys handled the matter.

"Danny, you know better than to sling mud around," Sean admonished Danny.
His voice made it clear that he was very unhappy with Danny.  "What's got
into you?"

"We was just playin'," Danny whined.

"Playin's okay, but you didn't listen when I said for you to stop.  If the
three of you want to wrestle in the mud, that's okay.  It is not okay to
throw mud at others."

Danny stood looking at the ground with his lower lip sticking out.  Sean
held the boy's hand and wasn't going to let him go.  Sean stood by quietly
while Jacob and Isaac admonished their charges.  The three older boys stood
and looked at one another.

"What'll we do now?" Jacob asked.  "Think we should take 'em to see
Mr. Dan'l?"

"No," Sean stated.  "Mr. Dan'l said we were supposed to take care of 'em.
I guess, sometimes that means when they do somethin' they're not supposed
to, we gotta be able ta handle it."

"How?" Isaac asked.  "Think we can give 'em a time out?"

"Good idea," Jacob concurred; Sean nodded his consent.

"They go sit over there on the ground and watch everybody else play for
thirty minutes.  We'll set 'em so's they're far enough apart they can't
touch each other."

"Noooo," Danny whined.

"Danny," Sean spoke in a stern voice, "either you do the time out like
you're supposed to or we're goin' inside and you have to explain to
Mr. Dan'l what you did to get in trouble and why you won't do what I say.
You want to go see Mr. Dan'l?"

"Noooooo," Danny whined with a pleading look.

As the three older boys guided their charges to where they would have to
sit for their time-out, Daniel stepped around the corner and coughed.  Sean
and Isaac turned at the sound and were pleased to see Daniel smile at them
and nod his approval.

"I don't think I've ever seen Sean, or the other boys, get that upset with
the little guys," Mark commented as he stepped up next to Daniel.

"I don't think it happens often," Daniel commented, "but I liked how they
stayed calm and were fair.  The little one's actually sounded tired and
probably need to rest."

"Daniel, I'm sure you have a lot on your mind, but I'm afraid it's time for
your treatment," Mark announced.  Daniel gave Mark a scornful look.

"As much as I'd like to argue with you, Mark, now that I've started this,
guess I better finish.  Give me a few minutes to check on Kevin and Terry
and I'll be back."

As Daniel walked to the computer room where the two young men worked, he
had to walk past the three little ones who had been placed on the ground
for their time out.  The three older boys were at the shower by the pool,
rinsing off the unwanted mud.  Daniel could see each of the little ones
pouting, but walked by without acknowledging them.

When Daniel entered the room, both young men were busy burning up the
keyboards.  Daniel expected to find Kevin nude but was a little surprised
to find that Terry had also made himself very comfortable.  Terry was a
volunteer staff member, and staff rarely got nude with the boys.  Looking
at the young men, Daniel couldn't really think of any reason Terry
shouldn't be comfortable and accepted the situation as normal.  After
explaining their program and how they hoped to find some correlations,
Daniel congratulated both Terry and Kevin for thinking outside the box and
for their efforts.

Daniel exited the building and headed towards administration.  He looked
over where the three young boys were and saw that each of the older boys
was with their little brother.  Sean was sitting on the ground with his
legs stretched out, leaning back on the palms of his hands.  Danny had
curled up and lay his head on Sean's leg.  The sight confirmed to Daniel
his original thought that the little boys were just tired and needed a
rest.  He thought about having the little ones taken inside for a nap so
the older boys could go play.  However, the older boys had accepted the
responsibility of caring for Danny, Ryan and Ian, and did a good job.  He
wasn't going to deny the older boys the satisfaction of fulfilling their
responsibility.

                                           * * * *

After lunch, the boys gathered around the recreation area.  Jeremy had
pulled out a skateboard and was being coached by Patrick.  Two of the new
boys, Nathan and David, that had arrived that morning, were being shown
around by Evan and his brother, Randy.  Nigel was also with the group as
they stopped to watch Jeremy.  Wanting to show off a little, Jeremy tried a
new trick Patrick had shown him and promptly fell on his butt.  Everyone,
including Jeremy, laughed as he brushed the dirt off a soon to be bruised
backside.

Another small group, including two more of the newcomers, Tony and Richard,
was standing around the basketball court watching some of the guys play.
One of the players was the fifth newcomer, Eddie, who was showing by his
actions that he was no novice to the game.

"Hey, Eddie," Brad called out with sweat running down his body, "how'd you
get so good?  Never heard of a slave that could play basketball like you
do."

"I'm not that good." Eddie grinned as he answered, sweat also running down
his body.  "Tony's a lot betterin' me.  Him and me played together on the
two-on-two games they made us play."

"They made you play basketball?"

"It wasn't the fun you might think," Tony interjected.  "One of the owners
or managers, or somebody, read this book where they had this army.  The
army was divided into groups or whatever it is they called 'em.  Each group
had a ball team where they played somethin' like rugby.  The games were
actually contests where there was bettin' and the winner received a prize."

"What kind of prize?"

"Each member of the winnin' team got extra food and a slave ta fuck for the
night."  Tony stopped and grinned for effect.

"The losers got kind of a reward, too.  The number of points they lost by
was the number of lashes they got for losin'.  If the crowd thought they
didn't put out and play as hard as they should, the crowd could do a thumbs
down sign and the number of lashes was doubled.  Those same rules got
applied to us, except it was basketball."

"Holy shit!  No wonder you guys learned ta play so good," Randy commented.

"We was in a show where Evan kinda got whipped, but it was just a show."

"Were you guys in one of them clubs, too?" Nathan asked.

"Nah-uh.  It was pretty much fake stuff for us.  We traveled around and put
on the show in some of the underground clubs.  The places we went, they
couldn't afford ta buy slaves for that kind of stuff.

"Hey, you said if you lost then you got lashes.  What happened if you won?"

"Oh, after the guys got their lashes, we all had to put on a show.  The
winners of the games just didn't get any lashes and they got ta fuck the
losers.  When we did the show, if we could make the guy we were fuckin'
shoot off without touchin' his dick, then we got some extra food and rest.
The guy that shot off, he was tied up and became the toilet slut or
whatever anybody wanted ta do to 'im."

"Did any of you guys ever lose in one of those games?" Evan asked.

"At some point, we all did," Eddie answered and the group became
quiet. "There was a couple guys that was there when they got us.  Those
guys couldn't beat kindergartners if they had too.  They was always gettin'
lashes and fucked.  Well, we decided to help teach 'em to play better and
in some of the games everybody'd slack off so they didn't lose by so
much. They even got ta win once in a while.  It didn't last very long
though 'cause the masters figured out what was goin' on.  One day they took
'em out and we never saw 'em again."

The group turned and walked towards the gardens where the new boys learned
what kind of vegetables they grew and about the rotating schedule for
working in the garden.  When the new boys looked at Randy and TJ, the boys
explained that it wasn't like a slave camp.  The boys did the work to help
take care of the place and usually goofed off and joked around some while
working.  That was why it usually took most of the day to do a half day's
work.

"Fooled around?"  Richard asked.  "You mean like jokin' and playin' and
stuff?"

"Yeah," Evan answered, "but it's mostly the 'stuff', boy'stuff'."

The new boys just looked at Evan, not understanding the joke or why the
other boys were laughing.  The boys continued to walk through the orange
grove and then proceeded towards the river in the back.  When the boys got
to the back area, the group stopped.

"This is where a lot of the guys come to do their 'stuff'," Brad told the
new boys.

Nigel had moved over to stand in front of Thad.  Thad wrapped his arms
around the boy's chest.  Nigel slipped his hand between their bodies.

"You mean you guys come out here and fool around?" Richard asked.

"You see where Nigel's hand is?" Patrick asked as he nodded towards the two
boys.  "Some of the guys around here are kind of, what one might say,
together or committed?  Right, Nige?"

"Yeah, like Thad's kinda committed ta gettin' his rod up my butt right
now," Nigel commented, causing some of the other boys to laugh.  "We don't
have all the practice that Brad and Patrick's got."

"You love it and ya know it," Thad contributed as he bit down on Nigel's
neck and reached for his nipple.  Thad then added, "you boys gonna join the
fun or you just 'spect us ta put on a show?"

Eddie moved in front of Tony.  The two boys had been friends and 'show
lovers' since Eddie was enslaved.  Unknown to their master, the two boys
enjoyed being together and, if putting on a show of boy-boy sex was the
only way they could enjoy one another, then they always tried to make the
most of the opportunity.  They had to do it the way the masters told them,
which was usually pretty rough, but they got to do it.  Both boys had made
love to other boys; they had no choice when order by their master.
However, both boys understood that was their job and they had to make it
look good.  It was just easier when it was the two of them together.

"I can't believe it," Eddie whispered to his lover. "We can make love to
each other 'cause we want to and not worry 'bout somebody not likin' how we
do it or beatin' us."

"Shuddup," Tony whispered as he leaned forward and the two boys' lips
touched.

Slowly their lips moved over the other, sending shocks of pleasure through
their bodies.  Tony stuck his tongue out, allowing just the tip to run over
the outline of Eddie's mouth.  Never had the boys been able to move slowly
and enjoy the feel or taste of the other.  At their master's orders, love
had always been rough and raw; lustful sex only for the pleasure of the
people watching them.  This was a new beginning, a chance to discover the
inner feelings of the other.

Eddie closed his eyes, relishing the feel of Tony's tongue caressing his
lips.  When Tony had traced the outline of his lips three times, Eddie
stuck his tongue out, returning the pleasure.  When Eddie had outlined
Tony's lips twice, Tony gently placed a hand behind Eddie's neck and drew
the boy in for a deep, passionate kiss.  His other hand went behind Eddie's
back and pulled the boy closer.  Neither boy was willing to break the kiss.
Both boys pushed and sucked as their tongues dueled for dominance.  The
heat generated by their bodies and closeness caused a light sheen of sweat
to form on both boys.  Tony's hands dropped to Eddie's butt, each hand
filled with the youth's cheeks, as he pulled the boy into him and held him
tight.  The boys moaned their pleasure as their two bodies tried to meld
together.

Thad watched the two boys kiss, his lust rising.  Nigel had been playing
with his rod, running it up and down his crack while all the boys stood
around.  Gripping Nigel's shoulders, Thad quickly turned Nigel to face him
and the two boys engaged in their own passionate kiss.  The boys didn't
waste time licking each other's lips, they were already very familiar with
the other's taste.  They went straight for the passionate kiss, their
tongues dueling while each boy tried to suck the other's tongue into his
mouth.  The only sounds to be heard were the moans of boys in heat and
their rapid breathing.  Thad broke the kiss and quickly moved down to
suckle Nigel's left nipple while he used his left hand to pull and tease
Nigel's right nipple.  His right hand grasped a handful of British boy sac
and squeezed until he elicited a whimper.  Nigel stood on tiptoe and whined
his approval.

Quickly, all the other boys began to mix into groups of two or three. All
were teenagers that could go into heat with the slightest suggestion of
sex.  The show being put on was more than a suggestion and every boy
quickly sprang to life and a state of readiness.

Nathan dropped to all fours, offering both ends for anyone's pleasure.  He
didn't have to offer twice as David started to work on his ass and another
boy, whose name Nathan couldn't remember, moved to his face.  Nathan was a
true bottom boy and was willing to take all you could give him.  As a
fifteen year old, he was hung better than most grown men and had a set of
gonads that produced juice non-stop.  At the club he was always pig stuck;
his favorite position for giving and receiving pleasure simultaneously.
When he was the star of the show, any boy who fucked him had to rub across
the prostate and make Nathan shoot without touching his equipment.  The
bets were placed on how many times Nathan could shoot before the boy ran
dry.  The house cheated sometimes by having one of the keepers finger his
nut and make him shoot several times before the show started.  This time,
there was no cheating and Nathan knew he was good for lots of fun.

Thad and Nigel ran their hands all over the other's body.  The two boys
could not get enough of being together.  If they were not having passionate
sex, they often enjoyed just being in one another's arms.  This time, it
was passionate sex.  Thad kissed and licked his way down Nigel's abs.  His
hands stayed busy, brushing over Nigel's boyhood, pausing only to allow his
thumb to slip under the foreskin and caress the sensitive head.  Nigel's
whimpering and the way he raised himself up on his toes told Thad the boy
was enjoying the attention.  Nigel surrendered his whole being to his
lover.

Nigel pushed down on Thad's shoulders.  Thad knew what Nigel wanted, but
deliberately made the boy wait.  Slowly, Thad dropped down, taking plenty
of time to run a fingernail up and down Nigel's crack.  Nigel's head rolled
around as he pushed his hips back, encouraging his partner.  He gasped as
two fingers entered him.  He pushed back forcefully, wanting and needing
more.  Thad wouldn't give it to him.  Nigel pushed down hard and Thad fell
to the ground on his knees.  He leaned back to sit on his ankles as he
slipped Nigel's rock hard tool down his throat.  Thad looked up and smiled
at the look of pure lust and need in Nigel's eyes.  Nigel grabbed a fistful
of hair in each hand as Thad swallowed, driving him crazy.

Reaching up and gripping Nigel by his hips, Thad pulled the boy down.
Nigel knew what was coming and looked down at his lover, smiling.  Nigel
didn't fall to his knees, but moved into a squatting position.  Thad helped
guide his lover down.  When Nigel felt Thad's throbbing boyhood touch the
lips of his opening, he threw his feet out from under himself.  His yell, a
mixture of joy and pain, caused the other boys to stop and look at what had
happened.  Nigel was fully impaled on Thad's cock.  Nigel's head was back
as he gasped for air and began to laugh.  Thad pulled the boy close to kiss
and nibble his puffy nipples.  Nigel began a rhythmic flexing of his
muscles to ride up and down on the shaft that filled him so fully.

Eddie and Tony had turned to see why Nigel had yelled so loudly.  They saw
Nigel impaled on Thad; both boys' bodies glistening with sweat.  Nigel had
his legs wrapped around Thad's waist and flexed them to move around Thad's
shaft.  Smiling at one another, Tony moved to his knees and sat back on his
ankles.  Rather than swallow Eddie's pulsating rod, Tony leaned down and
sucked Eddie's balls into his mouth, one at a time.  Eddie moaned and had
to lean down on Tony's shoulders for support.

Tony smiled to himself.  In their show he had to do this to Eddie and he
knew it drove the boy wild.  In the show he was made to bite down on each
nugget until Eddie whimpered and tears ran down his face.  This time, Tony
flattened his tongue and gently bathed each nugget before sucking on it
just a little.  The spongy orbs he mashed between his tongue and the roof
of his mouth were aphrodisiacs to the youth.  When he released one orb, he
allowed spittle to run onto his fingers.  His fingers then sought out the
treasure hidden between Eddie's fleshy mounds.  As he pulled the second orb
into his mouth, his first two fingers pushed inside the tight opening.
Tony could feel his lover first become tense, and then relax.

As his fingers worked to prepare Eddie for what both boys wanted, Tony
swallowed the pulsating rod that had been leaking boy juice on the side of
his face.  With his nose buried in Eddie's shaved pubic area, Tony
swallowed several times in quick succession.  With each swallow, Eddie
whimpered and did a little toe dance, jumping up and down.  With Tony's
hands on his hips to guide him, Eddie lowered himself into position.  When
he felt the tip of Tony's cock at his hole, he kicked his feet out and
fully impaled himself in one quick motion.  Eddie threw his head back and
cried out his passion.  He gasped for air as Tony clasped his hands behind
Eddie's back to support him.  After a few gasps, when his breathing
returned to normal, Eddie leaned into his lover and whispered in his ear,
"Make love to me . . .take me."

Tony didn't need any more encouragement.  Tilting his head, he leaned into
his lover's neck and began to lick the bitter sweet sweat from the boy's
skin.  As his tongue moved up to the top of his neck, Tony would nibble on
Eddie's ear and then quickly flick his tongue in and out of Eddie's ear
canal.  Eddie couldn't stop whimpering and giggling.  Tony moved his hands
so they rested on the side of Eddie's chest; a thumb over each nipple.  The
thumbs moved in opposing directions, occasionally reversing direction or
pulling to the side.  Eddie moved his hips in a rotating motion, clockwise
and then counter-clockwise.  With each rotation both boys felt the
stimulation.  In addition to the stimulation to his prostate, Eddie's
motion caused his hard rod to move up and down Tony's sweat covered body.

While Nathan remained in his four point position being tended by two boys,
a third boy slid under him and engulfed his cock.  Nathan reached out and
grasped the boys raging hardon and squeezed.  Nathan smiled to himself as
he gave and received pleasure with three boys.  David soon set a rhythm of
pumping in and out of Nathan's ass.  Withdrawing fully, David plunged back
in, causing Nathan to move forward and eliciting a moan of pleasure.  With
each thrust the boy pole in his mouth was pushed down his throat.  Nathan
quickly swallowed for stimulation before David could pull him back.  With
each forward thrust Nathan's rod was pushed down another boy's throat; the
boy tried to swallow while Nathan pounded the bottom boy's rod with his
fist.

Three other boys had grouped into a sixty-nine.  It didn't take long for
the threesome to grow and a daisy chain was created.  Two other boys chose
to go at it on their own as one lay on his back and the other straddled him
head to toe.  The boys greedily sucked on the other until they began to
face fuck one another in earnest.

Patrick and Brad had elected to do their own thing.  Neither boy was a
dedicated top or bottom.  They switched off with both boys assuming both
positions during their love making.  The two boys had known one another for
a long time and often spent time together enjoying boy games.  They could
be passionate and loving with one another, or they could be so horny that
only raw, animal sex would satisfy them. Today they were loving and just
enjoying being together.  They ignored the others and satisfied their own
needs.

The woods were filled with the sounds of multiple boys whining and moaning.
The unmistakable sound of flesh slapping into flesh sounded in a rhythm
they all knew so well.  They were oblivious to anything going on other than
a need to find release or satisfy a lover.  Cheers were heard as Nathan was
taken over the edge.  His massive balls spilling out so much love juice the
boy under him began to choke.  Nathan's offering ran from the corners of
the boy's mouth and coated the ground.  Gasps were heard as one boy filled
the insides of another or the impaled boy was also brought to orgasm and
coated both he and his partner.  All of the boys experienced the ecstasy of
an orgasm; most experienced more than one.

Lying on the ground, trying to recover from their exertions, the boys
gradually became aware again of the other boys around them.  Looking around
the boys saw how each of them was coated in sand, cum and sweat.  Thad and
Nigel, Tony and Eddie, each had cum running down their torso from their
neck down.  Looking at each other, all the boys began to laugh.

"Guys, we better jump in the river and get cleaned up before we go back.
Anybody sees us they'll know exactly what we've been doin'," Brad stated.

"See us?  Hell, they probably heard us and everybody in camp knows what we
were doin'," Patrick said before he added, "Okay, into the river guys.
Last one in sucks cock!"  he yelled as he pulled Brad up and they ran for
the river.

"What d'ya mean 'sucks cock'?" Thad called out, "We all suck cock.  Just
some better than others!"

Patrick looked back at the new boys and grinned.

"Welcome to New Horizons, guys!"


End Ch One-Hundred
 To Be Continued

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