Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2007 17:48:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons Chapter Sixty-Two
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Chapter Sixty-Two: New Horizons
Daniel found himself spending more time watching the boys through his
office window, or outside walking among the boys, ever since Jeremy and his
friends came to visit. Quickly, Jeremy had become much more than a cause
of action and a symbol of a gross miscarriage of justice. Daniel's mother
and step-father had both become very attached to the boy; so had Daniel.
Jeremy was becoming family. The big questions could only be answered by
Jeremy. Could he make the adjustment to being a free boy again? Would he
want to be a part of Linda and Arthur's family? How long would it take to
find the answers?
Daniel needed to track how Jeremy was interacting with the other boys.
Jeremy's counselor had cautioned not to expect the boy to mix right in; he
would need to find his own comfort zone. Part of that comfort zone would
consist of Jeremy's perception of how the other boys reacted to him. If
the other boys acted elusive or distant or hesitant, then Jeremy could have
some real problems with accepting himself. If the boys were open and
forthright, welcoming Jeremy into their group, then that would give much
needed support to Jeremy's self-image and provide the momentum to move
forward.
Jeremy's counselor, and others close to the process of rehabilitating freed
slave boys, had alerted Daniel, Linda and Arthur to the problems they
frequently encountered. Boys who were enslaved at an early age, never
having had the opportunity to learn how to assess situations and make the
proper decisions, often could not make the adjustment to being a free
person. More often than not, these boys wound up being placed back in the
slave population, much to boy's relief. Jeremy had many of the
characteristics of such a boy.
Young boys were accustomed to having most decisions made for them, even as
free boys. Their normal routine consisted of rising to dress in clothes
picked out by a parent and then to eat a breakfast planned and served to
them. At school they performed work and took tests according to a schedule
prepared and administered by an adult. If he did well, there was a reward
of candy or a toy. If didn't do as expected, there was punishment. After
school, they enjoyed some care-free play time with friends or organized
sports supervised by adults. The evening consisted of supper planned and
served by an adult, homework assigned by an adult, and going to bed at a
time predetermined by an adult. Their whole life was planned and executed
by someone other than themselves.
When enslaved, the boy ate what was given to him by an adult. He performed
work chores or services planned and taught by an adult. He went naked as
determined by an adult, ate supper and went to bed as determined by an
adult. Chores and services for a slave boy were usually different than for
a free boy. The slave didn't have to go to school like the free boy. The
free boy learned the three 'r's; the slave boy learned to fuck and suck or
put on some other kind of show. If the slave boy did well, he was fed well
and taken care of. If the slave boy didn't do well, there was punishment.
Punishment for a free boy or slave boy had the same effect. The free boy
might lose video game privileges or play time. The slave boy received a
beating and went hungry. In either case, the boy soon learned that as long
as he did what he was told, the way he was told, he survived and was cared
for. If he didn't do what was expected, there was only pain and suffering
until the boy did as expected. In both cases, the boy knew he was
dependent on someone else and learned to survive in that environment.
Without supervision and training, a boy does not learn how to make the
right decisions to survive and becomes totally dependent on a supervisor or
master. In many cases of young boys, a secure life in slavery was better
than starving to death and being unwanted. They knew what was expected of
them and knew they could deal with it.
To help prevent Jeremy falling into that trap, special time and effort had
been made to make him feel secure at home with Linda and Arthur. Daniel
spent a good amount of time with the boy to encourage him to move forward
and not be afraid to make a mistake. To a slave, the threat of severe
punishment acted as a deterrent to making individual decisions. As a free
boy, the threat of severe punishment had been removed. It was hoped the
removal of the threat would encourage Jeremy to explore himself and the
world around him; he would learn to make the right choice and take care of
himself.
****
It was mid-afternoon on Friday. Jeremy and his friends had been at New
Horizons almost forty-eight hours. This was the first time since arriving
that they moved around without Kevin being with them. The boys didn't know
that Daniel had asked Kevin to make up a story as to why he couldn't be
with them Friday afternoon. Daniel wanted to observe the boys and see how
they reacted or handled themselves. It only took a moment for Jeremy to
remember that he wanted to learn to skateboard and the boys said Brad and
Patrick were the best around.
Jeremy knew the names of only a few of the boys. He knew he had met some
of them back in West Palm Beach and he recognized a few more faces, but
couldn't remember the names. One thing he made a point of doing, though,
was to learn who Patrick and Brad were and recognize them on site. Kevin
introduced the boys on Thursday and they had a long talk about what Jeremy
wanted to learn. Ted and Derek said they knew how to skateboard but
definitely weren't the best around. They learned through the old 'get up
and try again' method. Ted spotted Patrick and Brad walking towards the
garden area. The three boys ran to catch up.
"Hey, guys. What's up?" Brad greeted them.
"Nothin'" Jeremy answered hesitantly, looking down at the ground.
"Nothin'?" Patrick responded. "You mean the three of you ran over here to
us 'cause nothin' is up?"
"Well . . . we was kind of wonderin' . . . you know . . . yesterday you
said you'd kinda teach me how ta skateboard, and I was wonderin' . . ."
"Jeremy," Brad said with a smile and teasing. "If you take this long to
ask anyone anything, we'll all be old men by the time you get the question
out." Jeremy blushed. "Tell you what. Right now me and Patrick hafta go
take our turn in the garden. When we finish, how about we'll find you and
maybe all of us can get skateboards from Mr. Paul and have some fun; how's
that?" Jeremy beamed.
"Uh, Brad?" Ted spoke up. "If we help ya, can you be done faster?" Brad
and Patrick looked at one another.
"Yeah, but you sure you want to do this? You don't hafta, ya know."
Patrick answered. "Of course, we have a certain area Mr. Rick marked out
for us to till. He wants to expand the garden since we got more boys here
now. We just hafta turn the soil and it's done; doesn't matter how long it
takes." Brad took the boys back to the garden shed for tools.
"You guys know what any of these tools are for?" Brad asked, half teasing
and half serious.
"I know what to do with this three pointed fork." Derek responded. "My
mom makes me use one in her flower garden to pull out weeds and weed roots.
'Spose ta be good for turning the good soil over, too. What ever that
means." All the boys laughed.
"When we first got here, none of us knew what they were for either. It
didn't take long to learn though. 'Specially given we needed to grow some
of our own food. I bet we got the only future naked farmers club goin' in
the whole state." The boys laughed together as they headed towards the
garden.
"Now, guys, ya need ta understand that there's a ritual we all have to
follow. When we get to the garden we're very serious about getting our
work done. We aren't always real serious about how we get it done or not
having some fun along the way. One things for certain, though, we'll all
get good and dirty in the process."
"What do ya mean you aren't serious about how you get the work done?"
Derek asked.
"Well, you can either stand out there in the hot sun, sweatin' your balls
off and lookin' down all the time, or you can work away and have some fun.
If the little guys are out there we almost always bury one of them in a
furrow. Sometimes we'll make out like it's a lot of fun and try to get one
of the younger ones to do the 'fun' stuff for us; you know, kinda like Tom
Sawyer did with the fence. Unfortunately, they picked up on that one in a
hurry. Other times, we've been known to have our own wrestlin' matches;
winner gets to watch the loser work. Regardless, the work does get done
and we wind up filthy dirty according to Mr. Dan'l. That means we have to
get a quick shower after the tools are cleaned and put away. He also
insists that we jump in the pool to make sure we get all the dirt off and
to cool down some. That's his way of tellin' us that when the work's done,
go play." The group stopped when Derek stopped and looked at them,
puzzled.
"Is he serious?" Patrick and Brad immediately broke into laughter. They
had a gullible one on their hands. This could be fun.
The boys worked away in the garden. Soon, it was apparent that Brad and
Patrick did not exaggerate how dirty they could get working the garden. It
hadn't rained in several days and the ground was dry and dusty. As they
tilled the soil, clouds of dust rose to cling to the boys' sweaty bodies.
The boys wiped the sweat from their eyes, not wanting the dust to get in
and irritate the eyes. Soon, each boy was covered in a light gray
powdering except around their eyes and mouths. When the boys looked at one
another they didn't say anything, they just laughed.
"Jeremy, can I ask ya somethin'?" Brad spoke. "Did you ever do stuff like
this when you were a slave? Did ya have chores to do and stuff?" Jeremy
stopped and thought for a moment. "Uh, Jer . . listen, I'm sorry." Brad
stuttered, embarrassed. "I didn't mean to . . . you know . . .just, I'm
sorry, forget it. Okay?" Jeremy looked at Brad and took a deep breath.
"No. You can't forget it." Jeremy answered with a far-off look in his
eyes. "It happened. It was real." The other boys remained quiet and
looked down at their work, embarrassed for Jeremy and themselves.
"Mr. Dan'l and Mr. Arthur both told me I'd have to learn to deal with it
one day. They said I had to accept what happened and decide if I was gonna
move forward. That's one of the reasons they wanted me to come here, ya
know? They thought that maybe it'd be easier for me ta talk about it.
Thing is, nobody's told me what it is I hafta do to accept it and move
forward. Sounds like a bunch of adult shit ta me. They try to make
everything sound so simple." Jeremy returned to working the ground. Tears
formed, but he refused to let them fall. The boys continued to work,
silently.
"You know what was the scariest thing for me? Everybody thought it was
when I was first taken in and then sold. Some people think it was when I
was put in a cage hung from the ceiling and watched the people bid on me.
That wasn't scary because I didn't know what they was biddin' for. Of
course, I found out before long; it was to see who got to pop me. When I
got fucked the first time, it wasn't nearly as scary as much as it just
plain hurt. I thought they was gonna bust me into pieces. In my mind I
can't see it, but I can still hear it."
"There was a lot of yellin' goin' on while they was biddin'. When it was
over they got louder. They was so loud I didn't know what was goin' on
around me. I remember a man grabbing my arm and pullin' me out of the
cage. He said somethin' ta somebody and then pulled me over to a table. I
was laid on my back and somebody got my wrists and pulled my arms back over
my head. Then, the ugliest man I'd ever seen was standin' over me. I was
naked and they put somethin' in my hole. I just kept lookin' at that man;
he looked kinda like a ugly bear. The way he looked at me was scary and he
needed ta shave. I remember he smelled, too. He kept sayin' somethin'
'bout how he was gonna enjoy poppin' my cherry; I didn't know what he was
talkin' about. He said he was gonna really enjoy it and he knew how it was
gonna hurt me and he didn't give a shit. He was gonna make me his
pussy-boy. He was right. It hurt worse than anything I could remember. I
screamed my head off and they just laughed. It hurt so bad that somewhere
along the way, I passed out. He was right about somethin' else, too. He
didn't give a shit."
"The next thing I remember I woke up in a cage. I was cryin' and hurt
worse than anything I could ever remember. There was blood between my
legs. Then I heard somebody tryin' ta say somethin', but they didn't talk
loud. They whispered. It was another boy, a little bigger and older than
me. He'd been crying, too. When I looked at him I saw these red stripes
all over his body. He'd been whipped by one of the customers, for
pleasure."
"Yeah, we had chores. We had to doctor each other, bathe each other, and
flush each other out. We weren't allowed to talk. Those who wanted to
have sex for relief couldn't. If they did, they were whipped and did
without food for two days. Of course, we figured out ways to do things
with each other. We did it just 'cause they said we couldn't. If they
beat us, so what? Either they beat us or a customer paid to beat us.
Either way, we got beat."
"Everybody said you'd get used to it and just learn to let the grown men do
what they wanted with your body. I let them, but I never got used to it.
All it got me was a one- way ticket to the recycling plant. That is, until
Mr. Arthur showed up." Jeremy's expression changed as he said Arthur's
name. His face no longer reflected bitterness, but a fond memory.
"I didn't know it at the time, but that was a whole new start for me. At
first, I figured he was like the rest of the adults, he just wanted to use
my body. When I presented myself for his inspection, you should have seen
the look on his face. I didn't understand then that he didn't want me for
sex and thought I was in some real trouble. They never took me to the
auction. I was kept in a separate cage and heard the men say I wasn't to
be touched. I figured some big politician or somebody like that had bought
me. I was even fed twice a day, given a bath and they let me get out and
walk. Of course, I was on a leash and wore ankle chains, but they let me
walk around. I didn't know at the time that I was in bad shape because I
felt so much better."
"When they delivered me, they kept me covered and hidden from everybody.
That first night Mr. Arthur and Mr. Daniel came out to the room I was in
and sat there talking. I wasn't sure if they were talking to me or about
me or both. When they touched me it was to hold me and help me. Then I
was scared 'cause I didn't know what to expect. Not once! not once!, did
they even suggest about having sex with me. If you are a pleasure slave,
all that meant was it was over for you. I knew I was doomed. But, of
course, I found out I wasn't. Now look at me. I'm free. I can look
ahead, not just down. I can say somethin' without bein' afraid I'll get
slapped the side of the head. I don't have ta ask permission to go to the
bathroom, eat, or speak. I didn't even dream it'd ever be like this for me
again."
The other boys had stopped working and just looked at Jeremy. He didn't
want their sympathy. He didn't tell his story so they would feel sorry for
him or do anything special for him. It was a story he needed to tell and
it was easier talking to boys his own age than to adults. Jeremy knew that
he now had a few adults in his life that wanted to protect and help him.
But, what about the others? How many were still out there that would want
to make him a slave again.
"Jeremy," Patrick spoke in a quiet and serious tone. "The only thing we
can say to ya is what Mr. Dan'l has said to us. Remember what happened.
Remember why it happened. Most of all, remember you've been given another
chance and don't blow it. There's lots of us had a rough time, not as bad
as you maybe, but we've been there too. The counselors we talk to here
tell us to work through one day at a time and learn to enjoy what's here.
Be patient, it'll work out for you. 'Specially if Mr. Dan'l's there for
you."
"Yeah, he's talked to me a lot. At first, I didn't trust him, but then I
figured out there was somethin' special about him. I don't know what it
is, but for some reason I feel comfortable around him. I saw this little
kid, Danny, always runnin' after him. I figured if the kid could trust
him, maybe he was okay."
"Brad, we finished here?" Jeremy asked. Brad looked at Patrick and then
at the ground around them.
"Yep, looks like it to me. You got somethin' special you wanna do?" Brad
said with a half smile.
"Well, Mr. Dan'l said I needed to move forward. I don't see how unless I
learn ta skateboard." Jeremy looked at the two older boys with a slight
smile and hope.
"Remember, there's a few things we gotta do first."
"Yeah, like get cleaned up. We look like a group of gray ghosts." Ted
said jokingly.
"That's one thing. We also have to clean the tools and put them away.
Then we get a shower and jump in the pool. There's one more thing
Mr. Dan'l says we have to do too." Jeremy, Ted and Derek gave Brad a
puzzled look. Patrick smiled knowing where Brad was headed.
"Mr. Dan'l says when we hit the pool we have to have fun and he expects to
hear boys hollering and laughing. Camp rule. He never told us if there
was any punishment for not havin' fun."
"Pro'bly," Ted interjected. "He'd make us come back out here and till over
two more rows." The boys had a light laugh as they headed back to the
recreation area.
As they walked back, Derek again thought about something he had on his mind
since Kevin showed them around the camp. He watched Patrick and Brad and
guessed they were more than just two boys living at New Horizons; they were
good friends. So far, both of the boys had shown a willingness to talk and
share their experiences at the camp. Derek figured he could probably trust
them.
"Uhh . . . Brad? Can I ask ya somethin'?" The boys slowed down,
recognizing the hesitancy in Derek's voice. Brad looked at Derek, waiting
on the question. "The guys around here, that is, the older guys . . . you
know . . . well, seems like everybody sleeps in an open room and the
showers and toilets are open, too. I mean . . .well, how do ya get any
privacy . . . like, you know . . . ta take care of personal matters?"
Patrick and Brad looked at one another. Jeremy and Ted tried to hide their
smiles.
"Derek, are you askin' us how we get our rocks off?" Brad answered with a
big smile. Jeremy and Ted couldn't help it, they burst out laughing.
Derek looked at the boys, his face crimson, and nodded.
"Well, I hafta admit, nobody's asked me that one before." Brad continued
with a devilsh grin on his face. "Derek, are you tellin' us you need to
jack-off or somethin'?" Brad asked as he moved over and wrapped an arm
around Derek's shoulder. "You sure you're old enough to shoot?" The other
boys were now having a good time at Derek's expense.
"I can shoot! See, I got pubes, too!" Derek answered defensively. "Maybe
I'm not as old or as big as you guys, and maybe I don't shoot as much, but
I can shoot." Derek insisted.
"Easy, Derek, Brad's just teasin' ya." Patrick interjected to calm things
down a bit. "I don't think anyone has ever asked anyone around here that
question; least ways, not that I know, anyway." Patrick paused a moment to
let Derek settle down. "Mr. Dan'l has a rule here. He admits that we're
boys and he knows that we do get horny. He also admits that most of us are
not what you'd call innocent. In fact, most of us around here have
probably done just about anything you could imagine as far as sex goes. I
think he said it somethin' like once you've tasted the sweets, it's hard to
tell us to keep out of the sugar jar? Somethin' along those lines, anyway.
Understand?"
"Yeah," Derek answered. "Mr. Dan'l admits he knows you boys are gonna jerk
off and have sex. My questions was, how and where do ya do it? There's no
place ta be private."
"Well, sometimes we don't do it in private." Brad said, shocking poor
Derek. "You gotta be in the showers at the right time. Once we have the
little ones down for the night, a lot of the older guys will get a shower
and maybe, shall we say, have a little fun?" Derek gave Brad a puzzled
look, so Brad continued. "You know, like a shootin' contest or a circle
jerk. You've done that before, had'n ya?"
"Oh . . . yeah . . .sure . . .lotsa times." Derek answered.
"Suuuure you have." Brad responded while keeping an arm around Derek's
shoulder and guiding him towards the garden shed. "Patrick, I think we got
us an innocent here. Maybe he needs some education before he goes back to
school. Those kids'll eat him up."
"Education? What? How? What're you guys thinkin' a doin'? I'm not
stupid! I know what sex is." Derek became more insistent and defensive.
"Knowin's one thing; doin's another." Patrick answered. "Derek, you had'n
even scratched the surface. Hell, we got our own private stashes of KY
around here. Maybe we need ta get the twins here ta teach you a few
things. You know how to do a belly rub? You ever rubbed somebody's butt
cheeks before and massaged 'em? How 'bout a good French kiss or
pig-stickin'?"
"Twins? Who're they, and what's KY for? Who'm I supposed ta kiss or
stick?" Derek asked, now getting worked up enough to not worry about being
embarrassed for his obvious lack of experience.
"Oh, man!! If we were back on the street, we'd make a fortune off you.
You're what we call fresh meat in the market. A john'd pay a bundle for a
chance at your little ass." The boys, including Jeremy, doubled over in a
fit of laughter, knowing Derek was going to be in for an unforgettable
experience before this trip was over.
****
Paul walked into Daniel's office and set on the desk a bottle of
antiseptic, gauze bandages, tape and band-aids. Daniel looked at the items
and then at Paul.
"Patrick and Brad just came in with Jeremy and his friends. I just gave
them all skate boards and helmets. Somehow, I think there's going to be a
few learning injuries around here today and you may need these."
"Really." Daniel moved his chair around to watch out the window. "Paul,
sometimes I don't think you have any faith in these boys."
"Of course I have faith in them." Paul answered. "Everyone of 'em is just
stubborn enough that they won't admit when they don't know how to do
something. They keep trying until there's not a joint or limb that isn't
cut or bruised. OOOHHH!" Paul remarked as they watched Jeremy take a
tumble.
"Yeah, but remember one thing about that stubbornness. The boys keep
trying until they get it right. They don't quit. Would you want to be the
only one in the group that couldn't ride a bike or hit a ball or whatever
else it is they're trying to accomplish? It's called youthful vanity."
Just as Daniel finished, Derek took a tumble.
Daniel and Paul sat near the window and watched the boys. The expressions
of shock and surprise as the boys hit the ground, followed by a grimace,
were the source of several laughs. Paul was right, the boys wouldn't quit.
Both men knew that the boys were going to be sporting several bruises
before the afternoon was over. They also watched as more than one knee or
elbow was scraped and started bleeding.
The boys didn't quit or complain. Each boy laughed with the others as they
all, at some point, managed to take a hard fall. Finally, Jeremy was able
to stand on the board and ride the length of the course they had laid out
on the sidewalk and basketball court. Derek soon followed. Patrick, Brad
and Ted stood to the side coaching the other boys. Finally, the three
coaches decided to take a turn. When one boy did a trick, the other boys
tried to emulate him. It was rare that one of them didn't take a fall.
As he watched the boys enjoying themselves, Daniel paid particular
attention to Jeremy and how he reacted to the other boys. Daniel saw
Jeremy during breakfast and noticed the look of apprehension was still
present. Now, as he interacted with the other boys, no one would ever
guess that he had special issues. For all practical purposes Jeremy
appeared to be a normal happy boy in the early stages of adolescence. He
laughed when the other boys said something funny and appeared to have no
trouble talking with the boys. The test would be how he reacted in the
long run around different boys.
"Watching Jeremy?" Paul commented more than asked.
"Yeah. You know, it's amazing to me how these kids seem to bounce back
from adversity so quickly. To them, life is simple. Feed them, care for
them when they're sick or hurt, and be there if they need that reassuring
arm around the shoulders or lap to sit in. That's all they ask for. You
know, Paul I bet if I were to go out there right now and tell them that
they all had to start wearing uniforms everyday, we'd have a rebellion on
our hands."
"Daniel, you're probably right. They'd want to know what they did wrong
for you to make them wear clothes. The way it is now they are completely
free, they don't have to worry about getting clothes dirty or torn,
cleaning and caring for them. To them running around au natural is
completely natural. There's something else you have to admit, too. Look
at them. They look about as innocent as they come; they have that special
glow about them that you just can't quite put your finger on or explain,
but it's there."
****
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!! Oh God!" Derek exclaimed as he hit the ground.
"Derek, you keep takin' falls like that and you ain't never gonna have ta
worry 'bout usin' that equipment." The boys laughed as Derek fell,
straddling his board and now with both hands tucked into his crotch.
"Hey, Jer'my, take it slow 'n easy man." Brad tried giving guidance to the
more than anxious and willing to cooperate Jeremy. "Put one foot on the
board and leave the other one on the ground. All you want to do is go
forward, slow and easy. If you think you're gonna fall, you can catch
yourself with the foot that's not on the board. Like this." Brad
demonstrated what he was trying to tell Jeremy to do.
"Ohh, shit! OWWWW!" Brad hit the ground and looked up to see the other
boys laughing. Brad laughed with them.
"Brad, man, part of the instructions say you're supposed to stay on the
board, not let it fly out from under ya." Patrick taunted as he extended a
hand to help his friend up.
"Well, Jer, I think you get the idea. But Patrick's right, you're not
supposed to let the board fly out from under ya."
"Hey, Brad, wait till Mr. Dan'l sees your butt. He's gonna want to know
how you got so bruised up." Patrick continued to taunt.
"Yeah, well, when he does, I'm just gonna tell him you been horny as hell
and poundin' my ass too much and too hard. I'll ask him for some
salt-peter for ya. How do ya like that?" The other boys broke into an
uproar at Brad's openness, but Derek had to slip over next to Ted while he
laughed.
"Ted. What's salt-peter?" Ted laughed harder.
"Derek, I think you've been leadin' a way too sheltered life; we need to
talk later. Right now, why don't we just have fun on the skateboards,
okay?"
Sean saw his brother take a fall and had to join the group to taunt his
older brother.
"Hey, Brad, you always gonna stay on the bottom or you gonna learn to take
the top sometime?" Brad turned and saw his brother.
"I'll bottom you, you little pipsqueak."
Sean took off running with Brad right on his heels. When Brad caught him
he tossed his giggling younger brother over his shoulder and headed back to
the group of boys.
"Hey, guys, ya think we need somethin' ta jump? If he's lucky we won't
miss more than five or six times before we clear him. Derek can go first."
Shouted a smiling Brad who was enjoying playing with his brother.
"No! Brad! You can't do that. Stop! Stop!" No one took Sean's pleas
seriously because he was laughing so hard he began to drool down his
brother's back.
"Oh, God, Sean! That's gross!" All the boys stood around and laughed at
the show the two were putting on.
Daniel and Paul had been watching the boys and decided they needed to get
outside and tend to wounds and calm things down before someone took it a
little too far. As they came out of the building carrying antiseptic and
bandages, Sean ran to Daniel.
"Mr. Dan'l, Mr. Dan'l, save me!" Sean wrapped his arms around Daniel but
couldn't keep a straight face.
"Save you? From who? Brad?" Daniel looked at the boy and smiled. "Brad,
were you threatening this poor helpless child?"
"Not me, Mr. Dan'l. I wouldn't threaten him, I'd just let him have it."
"See Sean, he wasn't threatening you." Daniel put an arm around the boy's
shoulder as they joined the other boys. "Okay guys, it's almost supper
time. How about getting cleaned up and let's take care of any life
threatening injuries. First, though how about all of you standing under
the shower and rinsing off. Brad? Who beat your butt, kid?" With that
question the boys broke into another fit of laughter.
Daniel had seen exactly what happened but decided he would give the boys a
good time.
"Jeremy, didn't anyone ever tell you not to try and fight a cement
sidewalk? The sidewalk will win every time." Daniel walked over and
looked at all the scrapes on Jeremy and had to laugh; the boy definitely
wouldn't give up. "Jeremy, if you want to learn to skateboard, that's fine
with me. However, if you don't learn to do any better than this by the
time you go home, you be sure to tell Mom I didn't have a thing to do with
all these injuries; they were all self-inflicted." Jeremy looked up and
smiled at Daniel. It had been a long time since anyone played and teased
him like this. He was beginning to remember what it had been like to be
free.
As Daniel inspected the minor wounds and scrapes from the afternoon's
activities, four cars pulled into the parking lot. Daniel and the other
boys recognized Captain Jackson and his men who had come to coach their
teams for the weekend. The men had also brought their sons. When Patrick
and Brad saw the Captain's sons, they smiled and spoke barely above a
whisper.
"Derek wanted to learn somethin', here comes the teachers." Jeremy, Ted
and Derek turned to look at Patrick.
"Those two naked boys following the Captain are his sons. I bet they got
naked as soon as they cleared the city; their nymphos. He may think their
innocent, but we can tell you they're really sex maniacs. Even as young as
they are. They're friends with the twins and when the four of 'em get
together, watch out. They have their own little orgy goin'. The other
boys gettin' out of the cars are almost as bad. I bet they don't even
bother to sleep when they're here. They're too busy . . .well, let's just
say they're too busy to sleep. Derek, I got a feelin' this could
definitely be your weekend for a real education."
**** After supper, the
older boys had the younger boys outside running around playing games of tag
and dodge-ball. The younger boys stood in the circle formed by the older
boys. The younger ones were always so excited and giggly playing the game,
they weren't able to dodge the ball often. If a boy was hit he moved out
of the circle to watch for a few minutes. Before long he would always
manage to work his way back into the circle to become a new target.
Sometimes, but not too often, the older boys would get a little too
enthusiastic and a young boy was hit on the side of his head or in the
face. When this happened, they always had to take a break to console the
'injured' boy and help him dry up the tears.
The game of tag was just as energetic as the dodge-ball game. An older boy
was always chasing after a younger boy who couldn't run as fast as he
should because of his laughing and giggling. No one worried about whether
they were tagged or not, it was the thrill of being chased and all the
attention. Depending on the size of the boys, it wasn't unusual for a
larger boy to catch a little one and rather than just tag him, the younger
boy was picked up and tossed over the older boy's shoulder. The
high-pitched screams of joy from the little one let everyone know how much
fun they were having.
A common element of the two games was that not one boy finished without
getting dirty from head to toe. No matter how many times they showered
that day or how much time they spent in the pool, no one went to bed
without taking another shower. Big brothers had developed a ritual of
tossing their little brother over their shoulders and carrying them into
the community showers. The younger boys loved the attention of just being
able to stand in one spot while their big brothers cleaned them. Another
part of the ritual included patting the little ones dry and then carrying
them to bed.
Was the ritual necessary? Yes. All boys love getting attention and being
made to feel special, knowing someone cares about them. The ritual allowed
the older boys to let the younger boys know that someone did love them, did
care about them, and would take the time to pamper them. Everyone knew it
wasn't as good as when a parent gave them special attention at home, but it
was as close as they could get. When the little ones were put to bed and
tucked in, it was time for the older boys to take care of themselves.
Jeremy, Derek and Ted stood with several other boys that didn't have a
little brother to be responsible for and watched the fun and games as the
older boys bathed and cared for their young charges. They watched as some
of the younger boys would wrap their arms around their big brother's neck
and give them a hug. Big brothers spoke quietly to the younger boys who
seemed to listen intently, soaking up every word. It was obvious that a
special bond existed between the boys. Their attitudes that quickly
changed from playful and teasing to loving and caring reflected that
special bond and understanding.
As the older boys put their charges to bed, many came back to the shower
room. Some re-entered the shower while others stood around and talked.
Jeremy, Derek and Ted didn't think there was any special meaning to the
occasional glances directed towards them. When the crowd thinned out a
little, the three boys joined the other boys under the shower heads.
Again, the boys didn't think anything of the occasional glances until Ted
noticed that one boy seemed to be glancing away from him more than glancing
toward him. Ted also quickly realized the same boy now stared at him and
smiled. Ted smiled back and looked down to see that the boy was washing
only one particular portion of his body. Ted immediately boned up.
The activities in the shower had not escaped Derek and Jeremy's attention
either. Jeremy immediately realized what the boys were doing. Derek had
never seen boys masturbating in a group and just stared from one boy to
another. Brad had a good laugh watching Ted and Derek absorb what was
happening.
"Easy guys," Brad said, addressing the other boys. "Slow down and let's not
blow it all too fast, here. We are privileged, tonight, to have in our
presence, a virgin. He is a virgin so far as circle jerks and shoot-offs
are concerned. Tonight, we will relieve him of his virginity status as far
as circle jerks are concerned. Anyone not wanting to participate should
move to the other side of the room. All willing to participate, please
form the circle."
Eleven boys formed the circle. Brad looked over and saw that Jeremy, Ted
and Derek were standing to the side and waved his hand as an invitation for
them to join the group. Derek hesitated until he saw Ted and Jeremy move
into the circle. Derek was unaware that this event was orchestrated just
for his benefit.
"Okay." Brad continued as he stood in the middle of the circle. "Derek, the
way we do this is each boy takes his left arm and places it over the
shoulders of the boy standing to his left." Brad paused for each boy to
assume the correct position. "Then, you reach out with your right hand and
hold the dick to your right. If it's not hard, then gently squeeze it
until it is hard and ready for action."
Derek was too nervous to keep an erection. He felt someone wrap a hand
around his tool and instinctively pulled back. Someone on his right
whispered for him to relax and go with the flow. Then, he felt something
cross the sensitive head of his tool and his manhood stiffened, sending
pleasure coursing through his body. The tool Derek held in his hand was
already stiff and ready for action.
"Okay, now, everybody close their eyes; no peaking. Think lustful
thoughts. Think about a nice warm mouth surrounding your dick or someone
sensuously licking your sac or playing with your nipples. Maybe it's you
doing the tasting, whatever turns you on the most. Think hot sex. Think
fun sex. Think about the tightest, hottest piece of ass you ever had. Go
slow and easy and enjoy it." Brad didn't say any more as he left the
middle of the circle. He walked between Derek and the boy to his right.
Derek let go, but then quickly again wrapped his hand around hard flesh
that radiated heat.
Derek stood with his eyes closed. He felt the warmth radiated by the boy to
his left. He felt the boy on his right slightly thrusting his hips forward
and knew he was pleasing his neighbor. Letting his mind wander, Derek
thought about Jeremy and Ted. He thought about all the things he wanted to
do to them, the things he wanted them to do to him, and the things he
wanted them to do together. The thoughts, and the feel of a tight hand
around his boyhood, caused Derek to shiver and begin to whimper. Lust
gradually consumed his being.
Suddenly, Derek became aware of a body standing behind him. He could feel
the heat radiating from a hot body and the warmth of his breath as it
caressed his neck. The caressing moved around his neck and, suddenly, it
blew gently into his ear. Derek couldn't help it, he let out a moan of
pleasure and leaned back to enjoy the sensation. When he leaned back, he
touched the soft skin behind him.
Two fingers gently touched the crevice where cheek met the back of his
thigh. Involuntarily, he jerked forward, then back. The touch, gentle
enough to form goose- bumps on his flesh, traveled slowly over his hips and
down the "v" path formed by torso meeting leg. The touch stopped when it
reached the area between inner thigh and soft scrotum. Thumbs began to
massage the twin orbs. Derek squirmed, his legs were shaking and getting
weaker with every touch.
"Just stand there and enjoy the feelings. Let your mind wander to good
thoughts; thoughts of pleasure; thoughts of the one that means the most to
you." A mysterious voice whispered in his ear.
The points that touched him so gently began the slow ascent up his side
while a tongue bathed his neck. Derek was becoming lost in his own lustful
world. The tongue was wet and hot, sending waves of pleasure coursing
through his young body. As the tongue moved up toward his ear, he felt
teeth nibbling the lobe. His head fell back, giving full access to the
mysterious person pleasuring him. He remembered to squeeze the boyhood in
his right hand. The more pleasure he felt, the harder he squeezed his
neighbor's boyhood; the more he moaned and whimpered his pleasure.
The points of touch moved slowly before reaching his nipples. When they
reached his nipples, something soft teased them, flicked them, and pinched
them. The sharp pinch startled Derek, but he thrust his chest out for
more. He could feel something moving slowly up and down his crack; it was
wet. Was it somebody's tongue? Was it somebody moving their leaking
boyhood? He didn't care, it felt so good.
The teasing of his nipples stopped, and he was disappointed until he felt
each cheek being grabbed in strong hands that kneaded and pulled and
massaged the young bubble shaped globes. Derek was shaking and felt weak.
He was nearing his climax. The moans and whimpers of the boys around him
pushed him closer to the point of ecstasy; he needed to reach the point of
climax. Suddenly, there were hands on his nipples, another hand pounded
his boyhood, while another kneaded his butt and a tongue drilled hard into
his ear. Derek moaned and whimpered till he couldn't stand anymore and
then cried out and gasped for breath as his body spasmed.
"Ohhhh! . . .oohhhh . . .gaaaaaahhhhd . . .mmmmppphhh . . .fuck
. . .oooohhhhh . . .mmmmppphh . . ..AAAAHHH!! . .AAAAHHH!! . .AAAAHHH!!
. .mmmppphhhh."
Gasping for air, Derek opened his eyes to see Jeremy standing directly in
front of him, smiling. His knees weak, his breath short from the wildest
orgasm is young body had ever produced. The boys he saw around him in the
circle experienced the same problem. All gasped for air; most sported some
boy juice on their body. Brad that stood behind Derek with his arm wrapped
around the boy's waist to support him. When he looked to his right, he saw
that it was Ted's boyhood that he still held in his hand. Derek blushed,
but smiled at the same time.
"You boys have a good time?" Mark suddenly called out loudly. The
startled boys just stared at him, then smiled.
"Mr. Mark," one of the boys responded, "we was just helpin' Derek to lose
his virginity. This was his first circle jerk."
"Virginity, huh? How about you boys have three minutes to get cleaned up
and into bed before all you 'ex-virgins' pull extra kp duty?"
Mark quickly returned to his room, and Kevin, before the boys could see him
laughing at their escapades.
End Ch Sixty-Two
To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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