Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:38:34 -0800 (PST)
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Subject: New Horizons Chapter One-hundred Eleven

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Chapter One-hundred Eleven: New Horizons


"Daniel, are you going to make the conference call with the governor this
morning?"

Paul and Daniel were on a telephone conference reviewing the boys'
commitment to the senior center and the boys' needs overall.

"Barring unforeseen emergencies, I plan on it.  I'm not sure how much
information he's received related to the raids down here, but I am
interested to know what impact he thinks the discovery of a possible slave
smuggling ring will have on the project.

"Paul, does Barry feel comfortable with the food supplies for the holiday?
Normally, I don't worry too much about such things, leaving them in his
capable hands, but we have had a big increase in the number of boys we're
caring for.  Maybe I'm just worrying unnecessarily, thinking about the boys
we have here."

"I thought you had a diet and adequate supplies for those boys.  Or, are
you talking about he boys that just came down to assist?"

"Both," Daniel responded with a little laugh.  "You know how much I worry
about these kids.  Michael gave us a menu that consists mostly of soup and
Jello.  I'm sure Brad, Patrick and the other boys will go along with that
and never complain.  However, I would like to be able to give all the boys
something more traditional.  I'm going to call Michael and talk to him.
It's too late to try and move supplies from there to here, so, if Michael
agrees, we'll have to make do with whatever we can get here.

"There's something else that I think is important."  Daniel's tone turned
more serious.  "Can we contact the diocese and ask for a priest to come
visit?  The priests' visits have always seemed to calm the boys."

"I'll call Father Andrew and see if he knows who we should contact down
there.  I think you're in a different diocese than we are.  I'll handle it
as soon as we hang up and then let you know later today.  Is there anything
else I can do to help?"

"Only if you know how to work a miracle and get me some records on a few of
these boys.  We're working on it, and I think you probably have your hands
full already.  I'm going to join the boys right now for some oatmeal.
Yum. Yum.  I'll talk to you later.  Paul, thanks for all the support.
Somehow, I don't think I say that as often as I should."

                                           * * * *

As Daniel approached the dining hall, he noticed the lack of noise coming
from the room.  This was completely unlike Ft. Ogden where a dull roar, and
sometimes a louder roar, emanated from the mess hall.  The room became
almost funeral home quiet when Daniel walked in.

"Okay, fellas, there's something we need to understand.  When I walk into
the room there's no need for you to stop talking.  Where we live, my
associates and I consider the dull roar of boys talking, joking or playing,
as a sign that things are okay.  When kids are quiet, that means they are
sick or have done something they know they shouldn't."

Daniel looked around the room and spotted Danny and Sean.  It was evident
from the sour look on Danny's face that he wasn't pleased with breakfast.
While Daniel spoke to the boys, they watched him walk over to Danny.
Daniel held up his finger to signify a pause and tasted Danny's oatmeal.
Daniel shared Danny's displeasure.  Daniel resumed his statement to the
boys as he walked towards the end of the serving line and then back to
Danny.

"Another thing I'd like for all of you to remember is that while we strive
to serve food that everyone would like, if you find something seriously
wrong, let us know.  A good example is little Danny here.  It's obvious
from the expression on his face that he doesn't care for his oatmeal.  Be
honest with me, is there anyone else who thinks it may not be the best
breakfast they've ever had."

Daniel smiled as he watched four boys reluctantly raise their hands.
Daniel walked over to each of the four boys and poured a light coating of
honey on the oatmeal.  For the first boy, he stirred the honey into the
oatmeal and fed the boy a spoonful of the mixture.  The boy looked up at
Daniel and smiled.  Daniel merely gave each of the other three boys a light
coating of honey, letting them do the mixing and tasting.  When he got back
to Danny, he put a little honey on the spoon and fed it to Danny.  The
little boy grinned as much from the attention as the sweet taste.  When
Daniel stirred more honey into Danny's oatmeal and gave it the taste test,
everything was better.

"Now, I'll ask again.  How many boys think their oatmeal could taste a
little better?"

Daniel smiled as about half the boys in the room raised their hands.  Four
bottles of honey were passed among the boys as Daniel stepped up to the
serving line for his bowl of oatmeal; remembering to pour some honey over
the top.  However, Daniel did not sit with the rest of the support staff.
Instead, he walked around the room, eating his oatmeal and talking to the
boys.

"We know that you're not getting the food you're accustomed to.  We're not
in the habit of serving slave chow to anyone.  The food you're getting now
is designed to let your systems adjust back to the type of food most people
eat.  If anyone has a problem, that means cramps, diarrhea, nausea, let us
know.

"After you have had your breakfast, all of you that did not meet with
Mr. Jeff yesterday, must do so today.  He will be in the same room as
yesterday.  When you leave here, just head for that room and form a line.
When you finish with Mr. Jeff, you will then go outside and either join in
a game or visit one of the medical vans that are on the way as we eat."

The last announcement brought a mix of gasps, deathly quiet, and moans.
Daniel smiled with the rest of the support staff.

"I know, no one likes the idea of seeing a doctor.  Who knows, he could be
holding a needle, ready to give you ten shots."  Daniel couldn't resist
teasing the boys.  "Or, maybe he just needs a couple of fluid samples so he
can run a few tests to make sure all of you are healthy.  If there is an
issue, the issue will be addressed.  If you don't have any issues, let's
just say that the restrictions on personal pleasure will no longer apply."

Daniel's phrasing was enough to bring forth a few snickers from the boys.

                                           * * * *

Daniel watched as the boys moved through the medical vans in groups of
three.  Mark and Kevin had taken charge of the younger boys and moved them
through first.  The younger boys were nervous about seeing a doctor and
seemed to have adopted Mark and Kevin, along with Alex and Sean, as their
protectors.  Daniel couldn't help but feel regret that boys so young, not
even near puberty, could have been subjected to being sex toys for grown
men.

The younger boys remained together.  Kevin took them to one of the areas
designated for soccer.  What they were playing came closer to kicking the
ball around for practice more than a game. Danny was in the middle of the
whole thing trying to kick with the bigger boys.  The little boy didn't
care if he kicked it to the right person so long as he could just kick the
ball.  Daniel's quiet moment of observing the boys was interrupted by his
cell phone.

"Good morning, Paul."

"Good morning, to you," Paul responded.  "Trust everything is under control
and going well?"

"I think they are; I'm not sure how the boys feel.  They're going through
their physicals right now.  Some of the older boys are coming out walking a
little funny; if you get my drift." Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, that ol' finger-wave can do it every time.  What bothers me more
than the finger is the slimey feeling you get from he Vaseline.  That will
definitely make you walk funny."

"What's up?" Daniel asked, wanting to get back to business.

"I was checking the systems for the call with the governor in a few
minutes.  You had said you wanted Greg to sit in on this call."

"I do.  Greg's put a lot of work into his research and paper.  He deserves
the credit and I think he could give us some constructive input.  When the
governor calls, you'll have to ring me and tie me into the loop."

"That's what I was checking.  There shouldn't be any problem.  By the way,
Michael called late last night and asked when you were coming back.  When I
told him I wasn't sure, he said he'd call you this morning."

"He called me before breakfast.  He has the holiday weekend off and is
driving down here this afternoon.  I haven't said anything to the boys yet,
but I'm trying to get Michael to let us give the boys a regular
Thanksgiving dinner.  We stepped up the menu this morning and we'll do it
again at lunch time.  If the boys don't have any adverse issues, they'll
have a nice surprise tomorrow.  Are the boys set to visit the seniors
tomorrow?"

"All set.  We'll take them in a little early so the seniors can spend extra
time with them.  The new boys have never experienced being a Cherub or the
senior center and are asking all kinds of questions.  I wish I could hear
what they're telling the new boys about TJ and Evan and Grandpa.  I bet it
would be very interesting."

"Probably," Daniel answered with a chuckle.  "However, I think that's one
area where I'd just as soon not know all the details.  I'll be standing by
for the conference call, Paul.  Talk to you later."

                                           * * * *

"Daniel, I've been reviewing Greg's work.  It's very thorough and
informative," the governor complimented.

Daniel, together with the governor and members of his cabinet, were holding
their regular conference call regarding the bill the governor planned on
introducing to roll back the slavery laws to prohibit the enslavement of
minors and civil enslavement until specific criteria had been met.  This
was a big step towards achieving the goal of the privatization of foster
care and protecting the children.

"His work saved us quite a bit of time, Governor.  His research also gave
us some good ideas on how to deal with the boys in the future."

"Agreed.  I assume you're referencing the part about using multiple sites
and keeping everything close to a home-type environment?"

"Did you review the dorm drawings he had?" Daniel asked.  "The plans go a
little further than we originally discussed, but those are the plans the
Europeans have tried and proven to work well."

"Yes, all of us did," the governor replied.  "He notes that they are an
adaptation of plans used in Europe.  I hope we can incorporate them, or
some facsimile.  Of course, that detail will not be part of the bill we're
introducing, but it will go into the support plan that I'm sure the
legislators will be asking about.

"Before I address new business, are there any questions?" The governor
asked.

"Do we have an estimate on how many slaves we're talking about setting free
and needing care?" Daniel asked.

"Daniel," Amos Crawford interrupted.  "We're running records now.  At the
moment we don't have a bottom line number.  What we will be doing is
preparing reports with estimates broken down by age of the person and
number of years in slavery.  We're assuming that both factors will have
some affect on how much counseling will be needed before they can return to
a free life.  In addition, I also have a question.  Has anyone considered
that some of these people may be too afraid to return to a free life and
want to stay where they are?"

There was along pause, filled with nothing but silence.  Amos had expressed
a concern that each man had thought at one time or another.  Daniel knew
from Greg's research that such a thing had occurred in Europe and would
most likely be repeated in Florida.  Daniel took a deep breath and spoke.

"Amos, I think all of us have had that same thought.  Greg's research says
it will most likely happen and, I believe, he has a chart set up showing
the most common age and service factors associated with such an event.  I
don't have his report with me, but with your reports, we should be able to
make a reasonable guesstimate."

"Gentlemen, if no one has any additional questions or comments, there's
another matter we have to address."  The governor's tone had turned very
serious.

"While all of us are together we need to discuss what has been uncovered by
the recent raids to recover the boys that weren't surrendered as previously
ordered.  If there is anyone on this call that isn't familiar with what's
happened, please speak up."  The governor waited to give anyone that wished
to speak, the opportunity.  He then resumed his statement.

"Daniel, I've received several calls from the federals.  It seems that we
may have inadvertently involved ourselves in an international kidnapping
and smuggling ring.  Also, I'm receiving calls directly from
representatives of a couple of South American governments making specific
inquiries about four boys believed to be with you."

"Governor . . ."

"Daniel, please, hear me out.  There's a lot more to this than I'm willing
to get into over the phone.  Suffice it to say, that at this moment I'm
asking your father to join me on a trip down there.  I'm also asking Amos
and Ron to join us.  There may be more; we'll have to wait and see how all
this plays out.  We'll fly in early tomorrow afternoon.  We'll meet with
representatives of the South American governments, diplomats from our side,
and people who claim to have a specific interest in those four boys."

"Governor," Daniel paused to see if he was going to be interrupted again.
"Are you aware that these four boys are supposed to be slaves?"

"I've heard, Daniel.  However, I'm trying to keep an open mind and give
consideration to the fact that not everyone views slavery the way we do.
I'm sure that you realize that these people are asking for the boys to be
turned over to them.  We haven't made any commitments, neither myself, nor
the feds.  The only commitment we've made is to meet with them and hear
them out.  There's no choice in this Daniel.  We must meet with them."

"I understand, Governor," Daniel responded in a resigned tone.  "I'm not
sure I like the sound of it, but I understand there are protocols that must
be followed."

"Daniel, I do understand your feelings, but we really don't have a choice.
I've asked your father to join us because of his expertise in ancient
civilizations.  I may be bringing one or two more faces friendly to our
side, also."  The governor decided to lighten the mood, if possible.

"Don't worry about accommodations.  My staff is handling that as we speak.
However, if we can get Michael to agree, I would like to make arrangements
to have a Thanksgiving dinner catered for all of you, including the boys."

"I would imagine, Governor, that if you were to ask him, Michael would be
less likely to tell you no than he would me," Daniel responded.

"Done.  I'll call him personally as soon as we end this call."

"Uh, Governor.  There is one more thing.  We have with us . . . ."

"Daniel, let me save you the trouble.  Your father has already told me.
All of the boys civilly enslaved I will reclass as dependents of the state
and place in your custody.  They will not have to continue as slaves.  I
know about the nine criminally enslaved.  Ron is having their records
pulled and reports prepared for me now.  I will address their issues while
I'm there; however, no promises at this time.  Fair enough?"

When Daniel closed his cell phone, he stood and looked out the window.
Most of the boys were involved in a game of soccer or volleyball.  Off to
one side, near the building, he spotted Sean and Alex with two other boys
about the same age.  The four boys were standing in a circle.  Sean held up
a garden hose, raining water down on a laughing Danny.  Daniel could tell
the four older boys were talking.  He couldn't hear them, but their smiles
told him what he wanted to know.

Sitting across the field, alone, were the four boys and Enrico.  Enrico was
talking with the boys, or two of the boys.  The boys with the collars sat
with stoic expressions, saying nothing.

Daniel watched the boys with mixed emotions.  He was elated that the
governor was going to free all of the civilly enslaved boys and release
them in his custody.  His elation was clouded with concern over the nine
boys criminally enslaved and the four boys from South America.  He had been
around politicians long enough to know what the governor was telling him.
Daniel's cell phone rang.  He recognized the number as his dad.

"Dad, I was hoping you would call."

"I wanted to talk to you Daniel.  Are you okay?"

"You mean given that I was just told, in a very diplomatic way, that
something may happen to these boys that I most likely won't approve of?"

"Son, do you remember me telling you when you first started this program,
that sometimes things will happen that you can not control and you will
have to just accept that?  This may be one of those times."

"Dad, I'm still having trouble digesting what you told me about O'Donnell
and the twins from yesterday.  Now, the governor is telling me that we have
foreign diplomats coming in and most likely demanding we surrender the
boys.  Isn't anyone concerned about how the boys' feel?"

"Well, if you remember our discussion yesterday, then you should realize
that to these boys their position is their destiny.  You will need to look
at this from their perspective.  I will agree that there is a big concern,
particularly with the two boys that consider themselves to be servants.  If
my research is correct, then the two servant boys will view themselves as
having failed to properly protect their masters.  In their society, the two
servants are no longer worthy."

"What are you trying to tell me, Dad?"

"Keep an eye on the boys, particularly the servant boys.  To them, failure
to fulfill their duties requires them to sacrifice their lives.  There's a
special ritual that goes with that, and it's very gruesome.  When we get
there tomorrow, hopefully we can avoid that situation."

"Dad, we have to."

"Daniel, remember what I said. You sometimes have to accept the values of
others, even when they are diametrically opposed to your own.  Just take
care of them for now and I'll see you tomorrow."

                                           * * * *

When the boys had all been through their physicals, Daniel expected the
medical vans to leave.  When they didn't, he asked the head technician why
they stayed.  The tech advised Daniel that they had instructions to wait on
a Dr. Worthington.  Daniel knew they were waiting on Michael.

Michael arrived as lunch was being served to the boys.  Daniel didn't see
him drive in, but noticed him immediately as he walked through the door,
particularly since the room had become almost completely silent as a new
stranger entered.

"Hey, Dr. Mike," Sean called out.

"Hey, Sean.  Hey, Danny, boys," Michael called out momentarily as soon as
he spotted the boys.

As he walked towards Daniel, Michael looked around at the boys.  All of
them were eating soup and saltines with a small bowl of Jell-o or pudding
next to their plates.  Rather than the hug and kiss the two men normally
exchanged as a greeting when at Ft.  Ogden, they shook hands and wrapped an
arm around the other's shoulders for a brief hug in front of all the new
boys.  Daniel signaled for one of the boys to bring a bowl of soup to
Michael.

"I wondered why I didn't see a reception committee outside," Michael
commented.  "Guess the boys found the lunch menu more inviting."

"I don't know about inviting, but I'm sure they find it much more appealing
than slave chow," Daniel answered.

"Any problems with any of them so far?"

"Not that any of them has let us know about.  I'm sure they'd like to know
when they can have something a little more substantial.  Liquid diets don't
usually do well with teens."

Michael held up a finger for Daniel to pause a moment.  Michael then turned
around and greeted the medical staff that had been waiting on him.  After a
few brief words, Michael turned back to Daniel.

"I received a call from the governor's office while I was driving down.  Do
the boys know about what he wants to do for them tomorrow?" Michael asked.

"Not yet.  I've been waiting to talk with you.  Think it's too fast?"

"Hard to say.  Teenagers seem to have constitutions made of cast iron.  I'd
say that if they haven't had any adverse reactions to the soup and
saltines, let them try it.  Probably the worst that could happen is a few
belly aches and a little diarrhea; we can handle those."

"Think we should know by mid-afternoon?"  Daniel asked.

"I think that should be sufficient.  Another item," Michael changed the
subject.  "You know I asked the medical team to standby and wait for me.
All of these personnel are qualified so we can dechip the boys if you want.
I also had them get a supply of the chips we used on the other boys and
program them for New Horizons.  If we started right after lunch, we could
have them complete by supper."

"You can do them that quickly?"

"Each van is set up to handle two boys at a time.  There's special
equipment on board for the extraction.  The young ones, we'll induce a
twilight state so they don't feel anything.  The older boys we can give a
nerve block that'll clear in about two to three hours.  They'll feel a
slight soreness like a bruise, but they should be able to fully function
this evening.  The hospital is going to take care of the boys they have
before releasing them.  Hasn't the governor already said that he was going
to declare the civil boys as wards of the state in your care?"

Daniel walked around the room and then asked Sean and Alex to stand with
him.  Daniel knew that Danny wasn't going to be left out of whatever was
about to happen.  He stood in the middle of the room with one of the older
boys on either side and holding Danny.

"Fellas, I need your attention up here, please," Daniel announced and only
had to wait about a minute until everyone was quiet and focused on him.

"You heard the boys greeting Dr. Mike as he entered the mess hall.
Dr. Mike is part of our staff and takes care of our health needs.  You will
also note that the medical personnel you saw in the vans earlier are still
here.  Dr. Mike and the medical personnel are going to be removing your
slave chips this afternoon.  Now, this does not apply to the boys with
Enrico nor to any boys that are criminally enslaved.  I will talk to you
later, in private.

"Now, we know that you may be concerned about the procedure and whether it
might be a repeat of when you were initially chipped.  Everything possible
will be done to make sure you experience minimal discomfort.  There are
eleven of you ages twelve and under.  You will be the first group.
Dr. Mike will give you a shot that will send you off to la-la land.  You
may be aware that something is going on around you, but you most likely
will not be able to decipher exactly what is going on, or feel anything.

"Two of you will enter one the vans together.  The younger boys will each
be escorted by Kevin, Mark, Brad or Patrick.  They will walk you inside the
van where Dr. Mike, or one of his associates, will give you a little shot.
In just a few minutes, that shot will make you feel as though you could
care less about what is happening.  When the procedure is finished, you
will be taken to the dorm and laid on a bed to sleep until the anesthetic
wears off.  Someone will be with you at all times."  Daniel reached over
and was handed a wand by one of the techs.

"This is a wand used to detect any chip you may have."

Daniel motioned one of the boys towards him and waved the wand over the
small of the boy's back.  The wand sent out a shrill sound, a signal that
it had detected the chip.  Daniel then waved the wand over the small of
Sean's back and there was no sound.  The wand was then waved over the area
just behind Sean's left ear.  Again, the shrill sound.

"Notice that when I waved the wand over his back, nothing.  When I waved
the wand over his neck, the alert sounded.  The difference is that Sean,
and all boys at New Horizons, have a small chip just behind the ear.  The
chip identified them as part of the New Horizons program.  It tells people
that they are free citizens with rights; that, in case of an emergency, New
Horizons is to be contacted.  Any questions?"

Daniel could tell the way the boys were looking at one another there were
questions with the biggest being who would speak up first.  Finally, a boy
that Daniel thought was around fourteen raised his hand.

"Sir?  The chip they have in the side of the neck.  Do they hafta wear that
forever?"

"No," Daniel answered simply and paused a moment for emphasis.  "Sometimes,
I take some of the boys out on the road for visitations or appearances.
Should one of them become separated from the group, they have a form of
identification.  Around our base camp the boys don't wear anything.  When
we are out, much of the time they wear items with no pockets.  This is just
simpler and cleaner for everyone.  If a boy is reunited with his family,
the chip is removed because it is no longer needed.

"If there are no other questions, all boys aged twelve and under should
stand over here to the side when you finish your lunch.  I'll walk through
with the first group.  The medics will tell us how to proceed when they
finish their lunch."

                                           * * * *

"What's your name?"

"Victor." The boy answered, his voice revealing a slight tremble.

"Victor, I'm Brad.  Can I walk through this with you?"

The boy just looked up at Brad and nodded.  He was scared, but wouldn't
admit it.

"How old are you, Victor?"

"Twelve.  I just turned twelve.  Is this gonna hurt?"

"No.  Dr. Mike says you'll feel a little sting when you get the shot.
After the shot you'll just get sleepy.  When you wake up you'll be in bed
and it'll all be done.  You and I are going to show the other boys how easy
this is.  I had it done.  See the little mark behind my ear?"

Brad turned for the boy to see where the chip had been implanted.  The boy
studied the mark and then nervously turned to face Daniel.  Victor would be
the first.  Brad placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and led him
into the van.  Another boy followed Victor while two others entered the
second van.  When Victor lay down and the medic approached with the small
gun used for the shot, the boy instinctively reached out for Brad's hand
and held it tightly.

Twenty minutes after entering the van, Brad exited the van carrying Victor.
The boy was not completely out, but he was deep enough in the twilight
state that he couldn't walk.  He could, however, keep his arms wrapped
around Brad's neck as the older boy carried him to the dorm.  Sean followed
Brad into the dorm.  Sean would sit with Victor and the other boys while
Brad left to help another of the young boys.

                                           * * * *

"You know, for a doctor you have a pretty good bedside manner with kids,"
Daniel teased as he and Michael lay in bed.

"I felt bad for a couple of the boys, particularly the older ones.  Teens
always think they have to be macho and show no fear.  It was obvious with a
couple that they had been through some rough times.  To settle them down,
when we gave them the nerve block, I slipped in a little sedative to help
them relax.  At dinner, even though the boys said they were doing fine, I
could tell some of them were feeling the soreness.  They should all be fine
within the next couple of days.

"By the way, the two boys from Cuba, they do speak some English.  It's
heavily accented and I think they understand more than they speak.  One of
them told me that they got in trouble trying to say something in English
one time and got punished.  From that point on they just let everyone
believe they couldn't speak or understand English."

"Thanks for coming down here and helping with the boys," Daniel said, ready
to change the subject.  "Remember I said you have a good bedside manner?
How are you in bed?"

Michael locked his fingers with Daniel's and then rolled both of them until
Michael straddled Daniel's pelvis.  Neither man said anything.  The heat
from their bodies and the longing shown in their eyes said it all.  Michael
pinned Daniel's arms to the bed and leaned down.  He nibbled at his lover's
lips.  Lightly he allowed their lips to touch and brush against each other.
Lifting his head, he looked down at Daniel and smiled before slowly
dropping back down to engage in a passionate kiss.

Daniel pulled his fingers and arms free, wrapping them around Michael's
firm chest and pulling his lover close.  Their tongues dueled, each pushing
and pulling at the other as both men gasped for air.  Michael quickly
pulled back and dove for Daniel's neck, sinking his teeth into flesh and
sucking, branding his lover.

'Easy, that'll leave a mark the boys can see," Daniel complained.

"You think they don't know what we're doing.  You'll just give them
something to talk about tomorrow," Michael replied.

"And what do I do about the governor and everyone else coming here?"

"Use some makeup or one of the bandages in the vans."

Michael paid no heed to Daniel's concerns as he dove back down to brand
Daniel again.  It had been too long since the two could be together.
Michael had no intentions of getting much sleep until they were both so
exhausted from their love making that they passed out.  Daniel intended to
give his full cooperation, and his body.

"Don't make too much noise, the boys are just on the other side of the
wall," Daniel stated.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they've heard it all before," Michael responded as
he moved down and bit Daniel's nipple.  Daniel cried out.  Michael
snickered.

Michael was true to his word.  He licked, sucked and nibbled his way down
Daniel's torso.  When he felt the head of Daniel's now very firm rod touch
just under his chin, Michael took a firm grip on the shaft and rubbed the
sensitive head over his day's growth of stubble.  Daniel cried out and
bounced off the bed.  Michael did it again, because he could.  Before
Daniel could react again, Michael enveloped the head and part of the shaft
in his warm mouth.  Daniel groaned and began to squirm.

Daniel grabbed two fistfuls of Michael's hair and pulled his lover up to
stare him in the face.

"That was about as dirty a trick as you've ever pulled."

"Yeah, but you loved it," Michael responded with a grin.

Daniel reached down and grabbed Michael's hard member and pulled it around.
Michael understood and turned around so the lovers were in a sixty-nine
position.

"Well, at least with your mouth full you won't be able to scream so loud,"
Michael teased.

Daniel responded by biting down on Michael's shaft with his teeth.  It was
Michael's turn to holler; Daniel's turn to snicker.

It would be a rewarding and relaxing night.


End Ch 111
To Be Continued

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