Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2006 19:03:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven: New Horizons


	"Daniel, we have confirmation the buses will be here by 9:00AM.
Three buses are coming that can hold thirty-six people each.  That should
give us room to move the equipment that won't fit in the van.  One of the
buses is handicapped equipped if we need it for TJ."

	"Thanks, Paul.  Its 7:30 now, the boys should be in the dining
hall; I need to see Sean and check on TJ.  Michael said he'll leave it up
to TJ as to how he travels.  Knowing how macho these kids can be I'm
willing to bet he goes for the bus like all the others."

	"Probably ^Ö wouldn't you at his age?  Do the boys know about your
little surprise?"

	"Not yet, I wanted to confirm time frames with the drivers before I
said anything.  Also, Michael has gone into town for the lotion we'll need.
Do we have the sleeping assignments made up yet?"  Paul hands Daniel the
two lists for housing the boys.  "Good, I'm headed to the dining all and
then to see TJ."

	Mark comes up by Daniel; both are headed in for a little breakfast.
"How's your butt today, you were walking a little funny yesterday."

	"If I was walking funny yesterday it was a nice funny.  It's not
quite so sore this morning.  That the lists?"

	"Yep, I'm headed over to break the news.  I'll assume you're headed
in the same direction?"

	"Of course, I'm still trying to recoup my energy from day before
yesterday.  By the way, did Michael tell you how the exams came out?"

	"Yeah, they're not complete yet, but it looks as though we may have
a problem with TJ and Sean.  With TJ it's a bruised kidney Michael is
concerned with.  We believe Sean may have a heart murmur we'll need to deal
with.  The quick guess is a bad valve in the heart.  I could move him back
to the state and they would pick up the bill^Å.."

	"^Åor have him euthanized if they didn't think they could get their
money back at auction.  I know you well enough you considered that for
about a nano-second, if that long.  Does Sean know yet?"

	"No, I'm dealing with that now.  If we make the side trip planned
for this morning he doesn't need to be putting himself under a strain.
I'll ask the other boys to keep an eye on him in addition to us."  The two
men enter the dining hall and it appears everyone is happy this morning;
amazing what a new home and chance at life will do for morale.  Several of
the boys turn to look at them and break out a smile ^Ö are they being extra
friendly or having a bright moment at Daniel and Mark's expense?  Barry's
just serving fruit and muffins this morning to minimize cleanup for the
move.  Two of the boys come by and offer Daniel and Mark their plates.
They tell the boys thank you but they should go ahead and eat.  Daniel then
spots Sean and asks Mark to bring him over to the staff table.  Of course,
behind Sean is Danny who's determined not to be left out of anything.
Daniel signals to Mark who turns and sees Danny.

	"Danny, we need to get a couple of plates of food for breakfast.
Can you help me and carry one for Mr. Daniel."  Danny stops and looks in
Daniel and Sean's direction.  When they sit down he decides to go with
Mark.

	"Sean, I have your physical exam report from yesterday.  Do you
know of any health problems you may have?"  Sean looks at the paper in
Daniel's hand.  He can't read it upside down, but knows what it says.  He
then looks down at the floor and slowly looks up at Daniel with tears in
his eyes.

	"My heart's messed up somehow."

	"Sean, if you knew this why didn't you tell us?"

	"Mr. Daniel?......sir^Å.uh, are you going to send me away?"

	"What makes you think I would send you away?"

	"A couple guys that came here with me, they was part of the street
group, knew about my problem.  They said if the people in charge found out
they would send me off to a vet.  When I asked why a vet, 'cause I'm no
animal, they told me when you're classified as a slave you're nothin'.
People think more of their dogs.  They try to save a dog's life but I'd
just be a liability and cost 'em money."  The boy's beginning to cry with
tears flowing freely.  He tries to control the sobs so I can understand
him.  They said the vet would tie me in a chair and stick a needle in me;
I'd go to sleep and never wake up ^Ö I'd be dead.  After I died they'd just
throw me out with the rest of the trash."  The boy was really crying now ^Ö
this must have been closed up in him since he got here.  I see Mark coming
and signal for him to bring me a towel.

	"Sean, we're not sending you away^Å" I have the boy in my lap now,
he has both arms around my neck just letting everything go, "^Å not to the
state, to the vet, or anywhere else except to a new home with the rest of
us.  Dr. Mike says he thinks your problem can be corrected.  He's out now
trying to get you some medicine, if that doesn't work we'll have to
consider surgery.  Just know that we'll be with you all the time."  Mark
brings me the towel and I begin to wipe the boy's face.  Danny stands there
quietly watching, he doesn't understand what's happening.
	"Sean, the only reason I'm saying anything now is that it will be
important for you to not strain yourself.  Do you ever have times where
maybe the side of your chest hurts a little for no apparent reason, or all
of a sudden you get a little short of breath or possibly light headed?"

	"Yes, sir, but not on a regular basis.  Sometimes, it just
happens."

	"Well, Dr. Mike says that's a sign of your problem.  He thinks
there's a valve in your heart that isn't working right.  It's not because
of anything you did, you were born with this problem.  But, we'll do our
best to straighten it out.  Now Dr. Mike left instructions that you are not
to do any heavy lifting or heavy work while we get set up. You can do some
things to help but if you start feeling bad or hurting you must stop and
come see one of us, agreed?"

	"Yes, sir."

	"Sean^Å..?"  Danny is approaching Sean very slowly, he doesn't
understand, "Sean, are you alright?"

	"Yes Danny, I'm fine.  Just a little problem that Mr. Daniel and
Dr. Mike will fix for me.  Did you bring Mr. Daniel some breakfast?"  Danny
nods and hands me the plate.  I take a piece of fruit and return to the
main dining area, leaving Sean, and Danny with Mark.

	"Gentlemen^Å.Gentlemen^Å..HEY, BOYS!!....thank you.  Now, if I may
have your attention, we do have confirmation the buses are on the way; we
will be out of here soon."  Cheers erupt.  "We have prepared two lists.
You will be housed in two buildings.  Each building has two floors.  You
have been divided as nearly equal as we can get it, mentors and charges
will be in the same building.  Each building is equipped with its own bath
facilities including communal urinals, toilets, sinks, and showers.
Upstairs there are either two or three private rooms with another private
room downstairs plus a storage closet.  Before you ask, no, none of you may
have the private rooms.  Note, the two names that appear first on the list
will be responsible for managing your respective floors.  Managing means
setting up sleeping arrangements, cleanliness, scheduling details for
cleaning the main room, private room and bath facilities, as well as
picking up the grounds around the building..  If someone wants to move to
the other building for some reason and there is room, which means someone
else must be willing to trade, that's no problem^Å"

"Mr. Daniel, sir, can you tell us which building Mr. Mark will be in?"

"May I ask why?"  and I know it's coming 'cause they're in that kind of
mood.

"Well, sir, we need our sleep to grow and we heard he can talk kinda loud
in his sleep.  No disrespect intended, sir."

Mark turns beet red but handles it like a true sportsman.

"Daniel, get the name of that kid.  He and I may have to have a talk."
Everyone gives out a loud 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'.  In case Mark hasn't realized
it yet, he's both lost and won this round.

"I think we'll leave where Mr. Mark's room is going to be up to Mr. Mark
and the unlucky floor will have to suffer if he's really that bad."

"Okay, next item of business.  No one leaves this room.  We need a head
count.  If you have to leave for the bathroom, try to hold it.  If you
can't, tell Mr. Mark when you leave and check with him when you get back.
Once the word is given to load up we'll be moving and we don't want to do
another head count.  Enjoy your breakfast, boys."

Barry tells me he's planning on a lunch by the ocean, but hasn't told the
boys on kp.  Some do seem to have a concern over their stomachs and lunch.
This is interesting since they haven't finished breakfast yet.  Lunch will
be primarily leftovers with half-sandwiches and fruit.  He got some chips
and soft drinks to go with it.  I fix myself another plate and leave.

I'm headed over to the infirmary when I see Sean and Danny headed back to
the main tables.  This means Sean has composed himself and is ready for the
big day.  Before I can celebrate the big day I need to find out what we do
with TJ.  Danny sees me leaving and watches.  Just as I get to the door he
says something to Sean and heads my way.  Sean sees Mark and then takes off
after us.  When I spot Kevin I signal for him to follow, of course, here
comes his shadow Ben.  When Danny catches up he wants me to carry him.
Rather than carry him the way I normally do, I toss him over my shoulder
like a sack of potatoes.  He's giggling so hard he can hardly breathe.
It's good to hear that sound.

Kyle is in TJ's room ^Ö surprise!  TJ is still in bed but looks better.
"Kyle, have you had anything to eat this morning?"

"No sir, TJ neither."

"Okay, I guess we can all three share this one."

'TJ, how are you feeling this morning?"

"Better, sir."

"Did Dr. Mike talk to you last night about traveling and the issues around
that?"

"Some, yes, sir.  He said he would leave it up to me, but he really wanted
me to protect the injured kidney."

"TJ, how was that kidney injured?"

"Mr. Williams, sir, he grabbed me when he took me downstairs and threw me
against that frame.  I hit it pretty hard and bounced off.  When I bounced
off Mr. Williams cussed me for not staying where he put me and threw me
back again."

"I'm not going to play with this, I've told you boys before I'll always try
to be straight with you.  This injury is serious, you could lose that
kidney.  Now, if you do there's no problem with a normal life, lots of
people live with only one kidney.  It's just that you're a little young for
this to happen.  Anyway, let's see if we can get you out of that bed and
test your legs.  Come on."

"Uhh, sir?  I got a problem first."  TJ signals for me to get closer and
whispers in my ear, "I got a piss hard on, I need to go first and get
things normal if you know what I mean."

"I understand."  I look around the room and find the urine cup for TJ.  My
intent was to hand it to TJ to deal with the situation, but Kyle grabs it
out of my hands.

"That's my job."  Kyle then disappears under the sheet ^Ö seems he only
knows one way to do this.  Then we hear a giggle from Kyle, "hey,
Mr. Daniel, guess what."  Without warning Kyle appears from under the
sheet, throwing the almost completely off TJ, "^ÅTJ's got a stiffy" grins
Kyle proudly holding TJ's stiffy.  We all laugh while TJ turns red.

"Hey, TJ, it ain't like we never seen one before.  Take your piss and let's
get going."  Kevin pushes Kyle's hand holding the cup under TJ's stiffy and
just nods while grinning from ear to ear.

With everything back to 'normal', we help TJ shift to the side of the bed.
We have Kyle stand with Ben, Sean and Danny.  Kevin and I get in position
on either side to help support him.  When he first tries to stand he almost
folds to the floor like a wet rag.  "A little weak-kneed, sir."

"That's fine TJ, just wait until you feel your ready and we'll try again.
Do your legs feel weak or numb?"

"A little of both, sir.  It's like they're half-asleep."

"That's from minimal circulation while you've been in bed.  Just lean
against the bed and hold onto Kevin." I squat down and begin to rub and
massage both legs to get the blood circulating; hoping some feeling and
control will return.

"Oh, Mr. Daniel.  That's starting to sting and tingle some."

"That's good.  The circulation is returning.  Try just bending them a
little while you're standing there."

"Mr. Mark stayed in here night before last.  A couple of times he took my
legs and arms and bent them and massaged them."  I'm thinking I hope he
didn't massage them the way he did mine.  "They felt better after he did
that, but he told me they would feel strange when I first tried to stand.
Let's try again."  This time he manages a few steps before he has to stop
and rest, then a few more steps.  We make it to the chair.

TJ is sitting in the chair.  I kneel in front of him and place his foot on
my thigh.  While I'm rubbing and massaging his calf, he works on the thigh.
Kevin is working on the other leg following my lead while Kyle tries
working on the thigh.

"TJ know you don't want to go out of here in a wheelchair, but I'm sure you
don't want to be left behind either; and I have no intention of leaving
anyone behind.  One of the buses is handicapped equipped.  My original
intent was to place you in our van and let you ride with the staff; I know
that's not your first choice.  I'll do this: if you can get in that hall
and show me you can walk the length of the hall, even with support from
Kevin, I'll let you ride in the handicapped bus.  If there's any trouble
with you walking or while on that bus, you go into the wheelchair.  We are
going to wrap your sides in pillows to protect your kidneys and Dr. Mike
will be with you.  So will a number of the guys, probably about twenty or
so."

"You look like this is non-negotiable, sir."  I nod my head.  "Thank you."

"I'm going with TJ, too?"

"Kyle, things wouldn't seem right if you didn't.  Besides, suppose TJ has
to go the bathroom on the trip, who would help him?"  Everyone, including a
blushing TJ, gets a little laugh from that one.




The buses are loaded and we are doing a final head count.  I'm having the
count done twice by two different people to make sure we are not leaving
anyone behind.  I had said for the boys not to leave the dining hall so we
wouldn't have to take time to do this count, but I'm doing it anyway just
to be sure we have everyone.  While they are doing this Mark and I go for
TJ, with Kyle in tow of course.  We've wrapped a pillow over each kidney
and tied them with two restraining belts found in the infirmary.

On the way out Jim Tomlinson pays us one last visit.  He gets on each bus
and wishes the boys well, telling them he's glad he didn't have to follow
normal procedures with this group.  The kids deal with it pretty well
either saying nothing or an occasional thanks.  I didn't here any 'I bet'
comments which makes me happy.  Jim is just a state employee doing his job
and for someone who didn't support the program he seems to have come around
quite a bit.  One piece of information he shares with the boys and us at
the same time is on Officer Williams.  At the mention of his name a number
of "boos' come out but are understood.  Jim tells them he has been
contacted by the DOC in Tallahassee and they are not completely sure what
charges he will face since the boys had been classified as slaves, since
notice had been given the boys were under New Horizon control prior to the
incidents, he will face a number of felony charges for what he was
responsible for with Paul, Scottie and TJ.  Cheers resound from each bus.
The boys know that conviction under a felony means indentured slave for
life; Williams will then get some of his own medicine.

We get TJ to his bus in time to hear the news.  Jim even comes over to
speak with the boy and wish him well.  TJ isn't thrilled with the idea he
can not enter the bus like the other guys, it's better than being left
behind.  We have the driver open the handicapped door and lower the lift.
TJ then rides to the seat level.  As we enter the bus and get him secured
the boys greet him and cheer.

While TJ is being secured I speak with the driver.  He's anticipating about
a two to two and a half hour drive to the new facility but has been
instructed to be available for the whole day.  The company had heard we
might want a side trip.  With that I show him a map of where we want to go
and ask if he can find a place to stop about thirty minutes away from the
initial destination; he advises 'no problem'.  My intent is to keep this
under wraps until we are within the thirty minute drive.  As noisy as these
boys are now I would hate to hear them when I announce what we are doing.
The driver throws it in gear and then radios the other buses about the
change in plans.  I don't know how he can hear over all the cheers and
racket coming from the boys.  The cheers and racket are definitely music to
anyones ears.  If I wasn't so busy I'd probably get emotional over what's
happening.



"Thirty minutes, Mr. Thompson," the bus driver announces over the radio.  I
wait for all the buses to come to a complete stop before rising and moving
to the front.  The buses are small enough I don't need the microphone.  The
boys are expecting me to make an announcement but I get off the bus and
walk over to the others.  All the boys have a puzzled look on their faces;
they know we aren't 'home' yet, so what's going on?  Paul is handling the
second bus and Mark has the third.  I want to make sure they have
everything they need and know what to say ^Ö they do.  I return to bus
number one.

"Boys, I have a question for you.  How many of you have never been to a
beach?"  They just look at one another with big question marks on their
faces.  'Come on guys, easy question; how many have never been to a beach?"
About half raise their hands.  I hear a lot of 'is he kidding' and what's
goin' on' or 'what beach'?  I exit the bus and check with Paul and
Mark. They are getting the same response.  I tell them my guess on what to
expect from the boys, particularly objections about no swim suits even
though I had tried to address this before ^Ö just ask them if we have let
them down or deliberately embarrassed them up to this point and to keep the
faith ^Ö trust us.

"Fellas, we are headed for some time at the beach.'  They look stunned.
"What's the matter?"

"Sir, nothing really, we just, uhhh^Å you know, never expected anything
like this.  For a lot of us nobody's ever done anything like this for us
before, we don't know what to do, sir."

"Well, then I'll assume the problem is not that we are planning on taking
you to the beach.  No one objects to a little time in the ocean, maybe a
chance to play beach volleyball if they have the facilities, or teach the
little ones how to build a sand castle.  Oh, by the way, Mr. Barry will
bring a picnic lunch here complete with chips and soft drinks."  Now I'm
getting the smiles.

"So, the next problem will be what do we expect you to do, right?"  Heads
nod.  First thing to realize is the sun is much stronger on the beach than
where we just came from.  The amount of burn you may get in a full day back
there you can get in two hours on the shore.  This is a case of suntan
lotion.  Everybody gets coated.  Mentors, you know what to do with your
charges.  If your charge happens to be on another bus, don't worry, he'll
be cared for.  If we have charges here without mentors, take care of them.
When I say coated, I mean coated.  Danny, I need your help."  Danny runs up
and I place him on my knee where I have my foot up on the box.  Pouring
some lotion in my hand I proceed to coat Danny's back starting at the
shoulders and following down.  When I get to his butt I pick him up over my
knee, spread him a little and coat him all the way under and then into his
little crack.  I then flip him over like a rag doll and coat his genitals
and the area behind.  "understand what I mean by all over?"  Heads nod and
little butts get bent over the knees.

"The next item is very serious.  There's eighty-seven of you.  One, I know,
won't be running off or carried off very fast and I'm sure we could spot
him leaving, right TJ?.  All of you will be wearing one of these wrist
bands.  They identify you as new horizon boys.  If anyone tries to give you
any hassle this wrist band will identify you.  Of course, if anyone tries
to give you any hassle I also expect to hear some loud screaming for help.
Now, I assume you know what I mean by hassles; you are not obligated to
give anything to anyone, understand?  Try not to get separated, keep a
buddy near you at all times and there should be no trouble.  The staff will
be on the beach with you keeping an eye open."  I signal the other buses
they give back an okay and I tell the driver to proceed.  We cut and secure
bracelets along the way.

 I can hear some rumbling, some are concerned what the people will say when
they see so many naked boys getting off the buses.  I smile to myself and
think 'just wait'.  As we approach the beach the anxiety disappears,
replaced with laughter when they see the people on the beach and read the
sign: "NUDE BEACH ^Ö NO CLOTHES ALLOWED."



"Paul, it's nice to see the kids playing and laughing.  Living in Florida
all the time we seldom realize there are people around who have never seen
the ocean and enjoyed a day at the beach.  The younger ones seem to be
having fun trying to build a sand castle.  How long do you think it will
take them to realize they can't make it stay up when they build on the edge
of the water?  Look over there, two of the little ones have their arms out
like their trying to fly, emulating the birds they see overhead.  I also
see a few out in the water fooling around with the waves.  Let's keep a
close eye on those since we don't know who can or can not swim.  Mark, why
aren't you out there enjoying the beach?  You've been out in public with no
clothes before, are you getting bashful on us now?"

"Actually, I was thinking about it.  I was out there watching the boys and
realized I was the only person on the beach with clothes.  I'll head out in
a minute.  Daniel, have you seen any facilities out there?"

"Only the ocean; there is a bathroom in the back of the bus.  Mark, when we
get to Fort Ogden I'd like for you to pull out the list of boys from day
before yesterday, the ones where their picture was taken and then assigned
a number to be called up later.  Know what I'm talking about?"  Mark nods.
"I'm interested in the last eight.  When they are identified let's run as
much of a background check as we can.  I saw them in the shower playing a
little grab ass and then engaging in mutual relief.  The way they did it
looked almost choreographed; I want to see their background."  Daniel
explains to Paul and Mark what he saw and his suspicions.  "Did we get TJ
out there on the beach and comfortable?"

"He's sitting in the wheelchair on the beach.  We'll probably have to carry
him back, the sand is too soft for him to get solid footing."

'While the two of you are here there's something else I want to mention.
You know we have only a sixty day reprieve on someone being able to request
to take one of the boys 'out'.  DCF did give us the right to set reasonable
rules with DCF having final approval; we'll need to get started on drafting
those rules soon.  The other thing is, I want to start a campaign to change
some laws to protect these kids.  Look over there at Danny and tell me what
you see."  Mark and Paul look at the boy.

"He's a cute kid, no doubt about it.  It'll be interesting to see how he
looks when his hair grows out from that damn slave cut."  Mark says this as
he rubs his own special haircut and gets ready to join the boys.

Paul ponders a moment longer and observes, "he's almost angelic in
appearance."

"Would you agree to 'cherubic'?  Paul and Mark nod with a big question mark
on their faces.  "Think about billboards with his face on them and
something along the lines of 'am I a gift to be treasured or an asset to be
sold?'  Think along those lines and possibly a slogan for whether he's
somebody's boy toy or ^Å..?  When we begin setting speaking engagements for
New Horizon I'm thinking it wouldn't hurt to have a few of the boys,
particularly the young ones, with me and dressed out somehow to appeal to
parental instincts or just make that special impression that it's hard to
forget them, especially when speaking to ladies groups.  If we can win them
over, pressure can then be applied to change some these laws and protect
the kids."  Paul and Mark nod an acknowledgement of where Daniel is going
with this and their approval.  Of course, these really aren't my ideas.
Look in your history and you'll find a president who was known as The Great
Communicator.  When he thought he might have a hard sell to politicians, he
developed a program to sell his ideas to the public and then let them
pressure the politicians for him.  That's the kind of thing I have in mind
here.

Mark finished getting down to the birthday suit and heads out to keep track
of the boys, leaving Paul and Daniel in the bus.  Barry will be coming in
soon with the picnic lunch and the kp boys.  Shortly, Daniel sees the boy
from the shower headed over a sand dune, he's escorted by two other boys.
Daniel points them out to Paul and motions for Paul to follow him.  The two
men walk around the blind side of the bus and carefully position themselves
to see what's happening.

Bitch-boy is standing there with one boy on each side at about a forty-five
degree angle to the front.  Each boy appears to be aggressively twisting a
nipple and massaging a cheek; the grimace on his face says there's no
pleasure from this. He looks ready to cry out in pain.  Soon the boy on the
left moves his hand to the boy's stomach and bends down to mouth the nipple
he's been abusing.  Bitch-boy is getting pleasured from one side while
receiving pain from the other.  With his right hand he has topped caressing
and appears to be pinching the cheek.  This goes on for several minutes
when both boys now squat down and begin caressing the back and inside of
his legs with their finger tips.  Bitch-boy now rolls his head back with
pleasure showing on his face.  After a few strokes on his legs the boys now
move around and start chewing on his ass and the boy has to put his hands
on his assailants' shoulders to steady himself.  The assailants move off
his ass and start eating their way around his sides and back up to the
nipples.  All three of the boys have raging hard-ons, but not one has
touched another there.  The boy on the left side has now put two fingers in
bitch-boys mouth, shoving them in to the knuckles.

A third boy now comes over the dune.  As he approached the left boy pulls
his fingers out and moves behind bitch-boy and begins to caress his crack
again.  The first two boys continue to caress his crack and chew on his
cheeks.  The third boy walks straight up to the front of bitch-boy and
grabs both nipples, abusing them while he begins a passionate kiss.  The
boys are locked in a passionate kiss while bitch-boy grimaces each time the
third boy twists a nipple.  The left boy has moved deeper into the crack
and pushes the legs further apart.  He closes in on his prize, at first
teasing some and you can hear bitch-boy moan and whimper.  Suddenly the
left boy jambs both fingers into bitch-boy's hole.  Bitch-boy jumps and has
to grab the boy in front to steady himself, as he does he breaks the kiss.
The front boy grabs the back of bitch-boy's head and forces a reconnection
of the oral tongue massage.  At the same time he release the other nipple
and grabs the boys balls causing the boy to cry out and jump; but the front
boy doesn't give him much room to move, not willing to release his hold on
the boy's balls.  Bitch-boy breaks the kiss again, throwing his head back.
His eyes are squenched closed, his mouth wide open as he breathes hard and
fast while whimpering out 'Ohhhhh, Ohhhh Gaaaahhhdd, Ohhhhh Gaaahhhdd^Å..go
baby^Ågo^Å.mooooore^Å" While he whimpers the third boy begins to give the
neck a tongue bath.  He works up to his ear and spends some time giving it
a thorough and deep cleaning; he then repeats this on the other side.  In
the mean time the left boy is plunging his fingers in and out fast and
hard, twisting the fingers on each inward thrust.  Bitch-boy is jumping
with each entry, but seems to be loving it and wanting more.  Are his words
of encouragement for the plunging or the tonguing?  After a few minutes the
front boy begins moving to the back and the first two move back to their
original positions.  The third boy reaches around bitch-boy, hooking his
arms and semi-pinning them back.  Holding him in this position he begins a
ravenous attack on the boy's neck.  The two in front are each massaging a
nipple with their thumbs while quickly running their finger tips over every
portion of the boys body they can reach.  Bitch-boy is going nuts with his
head bouncing around; he's gasping for breath and crying out for more.  The
two front boys look at one another and then to the third boy, it appears
there's some kind of signal given and the two front boys simultaneously
bend down and bite the nipples they had been caressing.  The pattern of
pleasure and pain is evident; sometimes one then the other and then both
simultaneously.  After chewing the nipple a little both boys return to
massaging the nipple and with the other hand begin to jack themselves.  One
boy releases his own dick and grabs bitch-boys balls, apparently squeezing
them.  Bitch-boy gives out a squeal and then a loud groan.  The boy in the
back continues his ravenous attack on the neck but has begun to hump the
boys crack.  After three or four minutes the boy in back suddenly bumps
bitch-boy behind the knees causing him to drop some and then bites down
hard on his neck.  With this bitch-boy starts shooting cum everywhere'
what's amazing is not just the amount but the force with which he
ejaculates..  As soon as bitch-boy shoots the others begin to unload,
shooting all over the boy.  As they finish bitch-boy is pushed down to his
knees and the others steady themselves on him.  When they have recovered
the boys remains on his knees looking down.  The three boys grab their
dicks and begin urinating all over the subject of their endeavors.  They
deliberately aim to cover his entire body.  When finished, they stay in
position for a moment, then bitch-boy rises and walks off with the other
three surrounding him like a protective guard.

Paul looks at Daniel with an astonished and unbelieving look.

"Paul, you and Mark need to check them out as quickly as possible and get
back to me."

When Daniel returns to the bus he sees Kevin has picked up Ben and tossed
him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  Ben is screaming and has
the kind of happy look on his face all boys his age should enjoy.  Sean is
pulling Danny and Kyle to the water; I'm glad to see that Sean isn't trying
to pick them up.  Soon many of the other mentors have picked up their
charges in the same way and all are headed for the ocean.


End Ch Seven

To Be continued: comments welcome, contact the author Dwight Wilson at
adm2780@yahoo.com