Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2008 09:46:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter Seventy-Eight

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Chapter Seventy-Eight: New Horizons


The judge's request that the Cherubs show up in court gave Daniel some
concern.  He knew the boys had not done anything wrong and, as far as he
knew, the project had fulfilled all of its obligations to continue in full
force.  Still, why would a judge specifically request, or order, the
Cherubs to appear in court?  While they waited for Arthur's secretary to
confirm the request, Daniel decided to make a few calls on his own.  He
knew that he needed a comfort zone and needed to be able to tell the boys
something to make them comfortable.

Daniel's first call was to Amos Crawford, the director of the Department of
Children and Family Services.  Daniel was advised that Mr. Crawford was in
a meeting and would not be available for another hour so, Daniel left a
message that he would call again later.  Daniel's next call was to Ron
Wilson, the director of the Department of Corrections.

"Ron?  This is Daniel Thompson with New Horizons."

"Daniel!  Good to hear from you.  How are things going with the boys?  No
problems, I hope."

"Well, actually, right now I share that hope.  That may sound a little
strange, but we've had something happen that seems a little unusual and I'm
looking for a logical explanation for myself and the boys."

"Daniel, you're being mysterious with me.  What's happened that I could
help you with?"

"Ron, I'm sure you're aware of the court hearing tomorrow.  It's the suit
the guardians ad litem filed to free several boys."

"I'm aware of the suit, but what does that have to do with my office? The
state attorney is handling that case."

"We've received a call from the judge requesting that the Cherubs appear.
It was a message left on the answering machine and we just thought it was
unusual.  Why would a judge want me to bring some of the boys to court?
Right now, I'm baffled and have no idea what to tell the boys."

"Well, I'll admit that it does sound unusual and I can see where you and
the boys might be a little uncomfortable with the request.  But, Daniel, I
can assure you that this office doesn't have anything to do with it.  Who's
the judge?"

"I don't know yet.  Arthur is having his office check out names for us.
What I called you for, you've already given to me.  I was just looking for
some reassurance that your office wasn't involved."

"Daniel, I do know this, we have received orders to transfer a number of
boys to Tampa.  It was on my morning report that a court order had been
received requiring the transfer.  One of my office staff had seen the
report and did some checking.  I'm told these are the boys involved with
the hearing coming up.  Instructions have been given for these boys to be
handled very carefully; none are to be harmed in any way.  But, remember,
they are still slaves so they will be transported and housed as such.  Some
are at the facility now and the remainder should arrive this afternoon."

"I understand, Ron, and thanks for letting me know.  I'm sure your men will
take good care of them.  Actually, what you've just told me gives me
encouragement for the hearing; sounds like a good sign.  Do you know if the
boys have any idea what's happening?"

"I really don't know, but my people wouldn't tell them.  As slaves they are
not entitled to an explanation and should know better than to ask.  Daniel,
I hope things go well for you at the hearing.  Let me know if you find out
anything."

"I will; and, again, thank you from me and the boys."

Daniel hung up his phone and could hear Arthur on the phone in another
room.  Daniel sat at his desk, thinking.  Ron's message was clear, and
good.  The judge, or someone in the court system, had ordered the boys
moved to a central location.  Why would the boys be moved if there was a
chance the suits would fail?  The answer was simple, they wouldn't be.  As
he sat thinking, he couldn't help but feel bad for the boys.  They were
most likely confused and frightened, but there was nothing he could do
until after the hearing.

"Daniel," Arthur entered from the other room, "the judge is Frederick Moss.
I did some checking around but haven't been able to find out a whole lot
about him.  He's an older gentleman, a retired attorney who was appointed
by the governor to fill a vacancy left by the death of the previous judge.
He seems to be active with the bar, serving on the executive council.  I
have calls into a couple of attorney friends in Orlando to see if I can
learn more."

"I thought you attorneys kept tabs of the judges and what they liked and
didn't like."

"We do, except, in this case, this judge was recently assigned.  We don't
know why the judge was changed on us, just that it was done.  Judges don't
always sit in the same division.  They rotate through the different
divisions, hearing different types of cases, but I didn't think we were at
the rotation period.  I had been before the original judge previously, and
I liked him, especially for our type of case.  This new judge, I'll have to
wait till I talk with some friends."

"Arthur, I'm still concerned over the fact that he wants me to bring the
Cherubs to court.  I couldn't blame these boys if they were scared stiff
over the idea and, quite frankly, I'd like a little more comfort myself.  I
was going to call Amos Crawford and see if he knew anything.  Do you see
any harm in making the call?"

"Not really.  Amos is DCF and wouldn't be involved in a civil rights
violation which is the basis of our suit."  Arthur looked at his watch and
then added, "however, I would be surprised if he's in his office, it's
lunch time."

Daniel looked out his window and saw the boys headed to the mess hall.
Daniel smiled to himself; he hadn't heard the bell sound for lunch.

                                       * * * *

Daniel and his staff, together with Colin and Arthur, sat at their table,
ate lunch and watched the boys.  There was the usual low roar when you get
over one hundred energetic boys in one room.  It was impossible to make out
any of the conversations among the boys.  The adults had to concentrate on
each other to hear themselves over the laughs and howling.

"Daniel, did you find out what's happening with the hearing tomorrow?"
Michael asked.

"Not yet.  I talked with Ron Wilson, and he had no idea.  He did tell me
though, they had received a directive from the court to move a number of
boys to the Tampa facility.  That tells me they believe we'll prevail
tomorrow.  The kids are coming in from the Miami and panhandle areas."
Daniel paused a moment and changed the subject.

"Colin, have you had the opportunity to talk with Nigel?"

"We talked some."  Colin paused and took a deep breath. "Daniel, I'm
worried, really worried about him.  That boy has it in his head that, if I
loved him, I'd abuse him.  He didn't use those words, but it means the
same.  He relates love to harsh discipline.  As much as I love him, there
is no possible way that I could whip him and cause him harm to prove my
love.  I need someone more experienced than myself to help me."

"Colin," Michael interjected, "we've seen cases like that at the hospital.
Parents abuse the child and claim it's to show their love.  Sometimes we've
found that the cause is that the parent didn't show enough love in earlier
years.  Forgive me, I don't me to be insulting or offensive, but maybe part
of the problem is Nigel didn't feel your love for a long time.  Since this
person he calls his master holds him and tells him how much he loves him,
but only after administering punishment, Nigel relates the two.  I know it
sounds harsh, but we've seen it happen and have had to treat the boys it
happened to."

"Doctor, I hate to admit it, but what you say makes sense," Colin replied.
"I've thought it over thoroughly and, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I
have considered a similar theory.  That doesn't make it any less difficult
to accept.  Let's assume that your theory is correct; what now?  What can I
do to turn him around, turn him away from this depressing lifestyle he
seems to want?"

"I think Daniel will agree with me, Colin," Arthur offered his thoughts,
"the best you can do for the boy now is show him you love him.  Spend time
with him; not on your terms, but his.  Jeremy was a real challenge when we
first brought him home.  He had been brainwashed enough that he didn't
believe any one would ever love him again because of what he was forced to
do.  It was Daniel that told me about how he came around, that served as a
guide for what we did with Jeremy.  It took time, patience, and
understanding, all wrapped in unconditional love.  And, believe me, he will
try you; he'll test you."

"Did Jeremy test you?"

"Oohhhh, yes!  I'm not sure, sometimes, if he really knew that's what he
was doing, and other times I think he knew exactly what he was doing.  In
the beginning he responded to me much the way a well trained and
disciplined slave responds to the master.  In time I learned that Jeremy
was severely beaten with paddles.  The paddles left bruises but nothing
permanent.  He wasn't punished because he did something wrong, it was for
the entertainment of paying customers!  Can you imagine what kind of person
pays to see an innocent child suffer?"

"A sick person," Michael interrupted, "a very sick person who is more
animal than man."

Paul saw, out of the corner of his eye, a boy running.  He looked over and
saw it was Ian running towards the door.  Ian had one hand holding his
privates, a sign from the little ones that they had a personal problem that
needed immediate attention.  Paul nudged Daniel and nodded towards Ian.
The staff looked over and all the men chuckled, understanding the little
guy's problem.  Ian ran out the door and jumped to the ground.

Soon, too soon for Ian to have run to his dorm and taken care of his
problem, he returned.  He walked this time, but with his head down.  Daniel
knew something hadn't gone well for the boy.

"Ian," Daniel called out softly and held out his hand.  Ian slowly walked
over to Daniel, still looking down.

"Sir?"  He answered, almost whining.

"Ian, is there something wrong?"

"I missed, Mr. Dan'l."  Daniel picked Ian up and set the boy in his lap.

"What do you mean, you missed?"

"I had ta pee and Jay told me to hurry over to the bathroom.  I missed."

"Did you need to use the bathroom before lunch?"

"Yeah, but me and Danny and Brian was playin' and then the bell rung for
lunch and Jay said we had ta go ta lunch so I did'n get ta go.  I told Jay
I had ta go real bad so he told me ta take off and go before I peed on the
floor."

"I see; and, that's why you ran out of here a few minutes ago?"  Daniel
understood Ian's problem and worked at not laughing and hurting the boy's
feelings.  "Ian, are you telling me you didn't make it to the bathroom?"
Daniel asked while he rubbed the boy's back.

"Uh-huh.  I got out there and while I was runnin' I started ta pee and it
would'n stop.  I peed all the way to the door and when I got there it
stopped and I did'n need ta pee no more.  Did I do somethin' bad?"  The
staff members had to cover their mouths so Ian didn't see them laughing at
his story.  They all knew the little boy was genuinely worried.

"I don't think I would say it was real bad, but I don't think you'd want
the other boys standing around watching you pee in the middle of the yard
all the time; would you?"  Ian shook his head.  "Next time, you might want
to say something a little sooner though, okay?"  Ian nodded.  "Did you
finish your lunch yet?"  Ian shook his head and Daniel knew this was not
going to be a long conversation.  "Well, why don't you go finish your lunch
and tell Jacob, excuse me, I forgot that he wants to be called Jay, I said
everything is alright.  Can you do that?"

Ian nodded with a smile and Daniel set the little boy on the floor.  Ian
started to trot back to his seat, but stopped and ran back to Daniel.
After giving the man a hug, Ian ran over to Jacob and his seat.  Daniel
could see the two boys talking.  When Jacob looked up, Daniel simply smiled
and nodded his head; Jacob retuned the gesture in understanding.

"Some things don't change no matter where they are," Colin observed. "I can
remember Nigel at that age.  If he was playing and having fun, then he
always thought he could wait a little longer before stopping and heading to
the loo.  He'd take off running, squeezing his little stub of boyhood,
trying to keep it from leaking.  Sometimes he made it and sometimes he
didn't."  The men laughed together until Daniel's cell phone rang.

"Daniel Thompson."

"Daniel!  Amos Crawford.  How are you?"

"Fine, Amos, and yourself?"

"Overworked and underpaid, like most civil servants, but nobody wants to
hear about it.  Listen, Ron Wilson called me; said you were a little
concerned about a court order or something along those lines?"

"Well, I don't think we can call it a court order, it's more like a
request; the kind you don't want to ignore?  The hearing on the ad litem
cases is tomorrow; you know they were consolidated."

'Yes, I knew.  But, what kind of request is it you don't think you should
ignore?"

"The judge wants us to bring the Cherubs into the courtroom.  He specified
the ones that are in the public interest spots the stations are currently
airing.  It's an unusual request and when I tell the boys I was hoping to
have some sort of explanation."

"Well, this office doesn't have any connection with the request and I
understand Ron's office doesn't either.  Do you know who the judge is?"

"Yes, it's Frederick Moss.  Ever hear of him?"  Daniel's question was
partially answered when he heard Amos chuckle to himself.

"Oh, yes.  Fred is a special appointment of the Governor.  I believe his
predecessor passed away and Fred was appointed to finish his term.  I don't
know if there's been an election since then though.  Daniel, I'll tell you
this much.  If Fred has asked you to bring the boys in, believe me when I
say there are no negative issues.  Fred is a well known family attorney and
he's very fair.  I'm going to tell you something else, too; if you ever
repeat this, I'll swear on a stack of bibles that you're lying.  Why don't
we just say that Fred is a connoisseur of some of nature's more beautiful
creations?  Understand?"

"I think so.  Let me step to one side so that big rock hanging over my head
doesn't have to hit me, though," Daniel joked with Amos about the
obviousness of his remark.  "So, if I assume that when he requested the
Cherubs, he didn't just mean the boys, but the boys dressed as the
Cherubs?"

"Daniel, I knew you were a smart young man.  Ron also told me about the
court order his people received about transferring some slaves to the Tampa
facility.  With that, I think all of us can pretty much guess what the
judge has in mind."

"I hope so, Amos.  I really hope so."

"Daniel, tell the boys not to worry and have a safe trip."

Arthur, Colin and members of the staff looked at Daniel, expectantly.
Daniel told them in a low voice, so the boys couldn't hear him.

"It seems our judge is a connoisseur of some of nature's more appealing
creations," Daniel said as he nodded towards the boys.  All the men burst
into laughter.

"Daniel, don't you think it might be a good idea to tell the boys who will
be going and what to expect?  I'll assume you're comfortable with the
situation now."  Daniel looked at Arthur and then stood to get the boys'
attention.

"Fellas, could I have your attention, please?"  With the low roar, very few
of the boys heard him speak.  Colin stood, hooked his thumb and forefinger
together, stuck them in his mouth and cut loose.  The result was a very
loud and very shrill whistle that immediately got everyone's attention.
Daniel had to step back and then laughed.

"Colin, remind me to record that one day.  It sure beats my old system."
Daniel then turned to the boys.

"Fellas, you know we're leaving for Orlando later today.  Rather than take
the usual group, we've been asked to bring the boys that participated in
the sequences with Ms.  Linda and Ms. Elizabeth.  Derek, I believe you were
in at least one session, right?"

"Yes, sir, but I just stood there.  I didn't say nothin'."

"That's alright; as far as I know most of the boys didn't say anything.
That means you will be going with us.  Nigel, you were there also,
correct?"  Nigel nodded.  "So, you will be going also.  Did any of our
other visitors participate?"

"Jus' me, Mr. Dan'l," Chris called out.  "But, can Eddie come with us
anyway?  It oughtta be cool goin' as a Cherub."

"We'll see what we can work out, Chris.  Anybody have any questions?"

"Mr. Dan'l, how come they asked for just the boys in the film with
Ms. Linda and Ms.  'Liz'beth?"  Daniel didn't get a chance to answer.

"Cause we're the good lookin' ones.  When they saw us on television
somebody decided to give us a job makin' films."

"Yeah, porno films.  You get to use all those skills you got with blow jobs
and show your ass!"  Daniel knew he was losing control as the boys broke
out in laughter.

"Hell, that's better than bouncin' like a pogo stick in somebody's lap."
The boys were howling at their own jokes and teasing; so Daniel threw his
hands up and sat down.  When he turned to look at his staff, they were
either wiping tears of laughter away or looking at him while they laughed.
Daniel knew he'd lost any serious train of thought he had with the boys and
the staff.

Daniel let the boys act silly and tease one another; his staff acted almost
as badly.  He knew he needed to let them get some of the excitement out of
their systems and then he would need to have a serious talk with the boys.
After a few minutes he asked Colin to get everyone's attention.  When the
boys quieted down, he asked those that would be going to Orlando not to
leave the lunch room, but gather together in one corner so they could talk.
Daniel also realized that, by making that request, he opened the door for
the boys' speculations to run rampant.  When everyone was gone except the
traveling group, Daniel and the staff joined the boys.

"Mr. Dan'l," Brad spoke up, "did we do somethin' wrong?"

"No, Brad, none of you have done anything wrong; at least, not that I know
of.  Does anyone want to make a confession?"  Daniel tried to lighten the
tone with the boys, who laughed a little nervously and smiled.

"Boys, you know the debate isn't until Wednesday and, normally, we wouldn't
go up until tomorrow afternoon.  This trip's a little different than
previous trips."

"Mr. Dan'l, it'n the hearing for those other boys tomorrow up there?  We
thought you was goin' to the hearing."

"Actually, that's good thinking, because I am; so are all of you boys."
Daniel didn't say any more.  The shocked look on the boys' faces let him
know to give them a minute.

"Mr. Dan'l," Brad spoke up, "I spent a lot of time makin' sure I didn't go
near a court.  Couldn't we just stay at Ms. 'Liz'beth's?"

"This time around, guys, it's pretty much a command performance.  We
received a call from the court requesting that you appear as Cherubs.  It's
an unusual request, but Arthur has verified it.  Now, before you say
anything else, I'll tell you that I've already been on the phone with the
Department of Corrections and Amos Crawford with DCF.  There's no funny
business going on.  It seems that our judge may be an admirer of boys."
The boys looked at one another and grinned.

"Mr. Dan'l, does that mean some of us may need to "entertain" him?"  All
the boys started laughing.

"Brad, I won't ask what you mean by "entertain"; I think we all know.  No,
that does not mean you will be "entertaining" the judge."  Daniel was sure
to use the quote signs mimicking Brad with "entertain".

"Mr. Dan'l," Brad now spoke a little hesitantly, "you know . . . well, if
it'd help any we'd do it for you.  We don't mind; it ain't like we had'n
stayed in practice."  Daniel couldn't help laughing as he watched Brad's
face turn crimson.

"'Specially, you and Patrick," Sean teased his brother.  "From what we
hear, you two should be ready 24/7." All the boys started to laugh and
Daniel decided there were no serious issues to address.

"Okay, guys, I do appreciate what your saying and the offer to help.  Right
now, if you don't have any concerns we need to address, I'd suggest you
boys get cleaned up and ready to roll . . .and, don't forget your little
brothers." Daniel added as the boys scurried off.

                                       * * * *

The boys arrived at Elizabeth's later in the afternoon.  They were so
accustomed to visiting that they didn't wait for an invitation to enter the
house; they walked in like it was home.  After putting their things away in
the boys' room, Daniel told all of them to get some fresh air and have fun.
Four or five of the boys found a basketball and decided to shoot some
hoops.  Most of the other boys jumped in the pool while a couple headed for
the computer and games.  A few minutes later, Elizabeth pointed out Danny
and Brian to Daniel; the boys were standing on the patio and looked lost.

"Daniel, they want something and can't find it.  Go see what they need."

"Elizabeth, since when have you ever known either one of them to be shy
about asking for something?"  Daniel recognized the look Elizabeth gave him
and waved to Danny, Ian and Brian for them to come to him.

"Boys, you look lost.  Is something wrong?"  Danny mumbled an answer that
neither Daniel nor Elizabeth could understand.  Daniel picked Danny up and
set the boy on his knee.

"Now, let's try again.  What do you need?"

"Me and Brian an' Ian wants ta make mud pies, but there's no place ta do
it."  Danny said barely above a whisper.

"Danny, why are you whispering to me?"

"Sean said I shouldn't ask ya.  If he hears me he'd be mad at me."

"Well, if Sean said you shouldn't ask us, why are you asking?"

"I did'n.  You called me and asked me."  Danny answered with a perky voice
and a big smile; proud of himself.  Daniel and Elizabeth had to laugh.

"Well, I guess you're right.  How about you and Brian and Ian find
something else to do?"

"Nonsense, Daniel," Elizabeth interrupted, "Come on boys, I know a really
good spot where you can make some really good mud pies."  The boys
immediately perked up and followed Elizabeth.

Elizabeth walked the boys to the back corner of her flower garden.  There
was a small area about six feet square that was just the right size for the
three boys to dig out with their hands and then fill with water.

"Elizabeth, you do know what you've done, don't you?  Do you have any idea
what those boys will look like in a few minutes?"

"Of course I do.  I have two boys of my own, remember?  They'll be covered
from top to bottom with mud and probably be wearing the biggest and
happiest smiles you could ever hope to see."

                                       * * * *

After dinner and before the boys could head outside to get dirty again,
Daniel told the boys it was time to start settling down for the night.  To
Daniel's surprise there were no moans or protests or pleading to stay out
just a little longer.  The boys seemed to split into two groups with one
group gathering in Chris' room and the other in Eddie's.  Daniel knew the
boys would sit around and talk and horse around like boys enjoy doing.
Danny and Brian appeared ready to fall asleep standing up; the boys had had
a full couple of days.

Daniel, Michael, Arthur, Colin, Linda and Elizabeth sat in the family room
enjoying relative peace and quiet.  Sitting at opposite ends of the sofa,
both Linda and Elizabeth had the head of a very tired five year old in
their laps.  Danny straddled Daniel's lap and leaned into the man's chest.
It wasn't long before both ladies had their boy cradled in their arms.
Stroking the young bodies with the gentle and loving touch only a mother
can give, both boys were soon sound asleep; Danny was oblivious to anything
going on around him.

"Elizabeth, I saw the boys split into two rooms with Chris and Eddie,"
Linda observed, "I thought the boys shared a room."

"They have their own rooms.  Each has twin beds; that was part of my
brilliant foresight.  I thought if either one of them wanted a friend to
stay over, then there would be no problem with sleeping arrangements.  Most
of the time, though, the two of them stay in one room.  As long as I don't
hear any noises that say something might be wrong, I don't ask; they're
boys."  Linda and Elizabeth both laughed a mother's knowing laugh.  Daniel
laughed to himself thinking how often the ladies used "they're boys" as an
excuse to not pry; he also thought they were wise because there were times
he didn't want to know.

Five of the New Horizon boys had gathered with Chris in his room, while six
others were with Eddie in his room.  The smaller group consisted of Jeremy,
Alex, Nigel, Derek, Sean and Chris.  The boys sat on the floor with their
legs folded, Indian style.  The boys admired the posters Chris had on his
walls.  Chris explained how he got them and then showed the boys his radio
controlled race car.  He and Eddie each had a car and a boat and raced one
another.  The talk brought back old memories of happier times for Jeremy,
Alex and Sean.  The other boys knew the toys to be a part of their everyday
lives.

As they talked, Sean took little sneak peeks at Jeremy.  Sean liked Jeremy,
but was still too inexperienced and insecure to say or do much.  Jeremy had
seen Sean peeking at him and could read the boy's eyes.  After a few
minutes Jeremy stared at Sean and when he knew that Sean had seen him, he
smiled.  Sean returned the smile and then blushed when he realized another
part of his body had begun to enlarge, betraying his desire.  Sitting
shoulder to shoulder, Jeremy's smile widened as he reached over and teased
Sean's nipple.  The boys laughed as Sean tensed and inhaled sharply through
clenched teeth.

Sean returned Jeremy's gesture by teasing one of Jeremy's nipples.  Derek,
sitting on the other side of Jeremy, reached over and played with Jeremy's
other nipple.  When Sean and Derek looked at one another, a silent message
was exchanged as the two boys leaned into Jeremy and then lay him back on
the floor.  Jeremy allowed him-self to relax and gasped for air as he
arched his back in response to the stimulations to his nipples.  This
three-some was a repeat of something the three boys had done a few days
earlier.  Last time, Sean and Derek were nervous about whether Jeremy would
join in the game.  This time, all three boys relaxed, knowing they would
experience pleasures before the end.

Jeremy lay back on the floor and stretched his legs out.  As the boys
tongued and teased his nipples and he felt fingers trailing along the
crevasse where thigh meets torso, a tingling sensation ran through him.  He
arched his back and gasped when he felt his twin jewels encased in a hand.
Jeremy whimpered, but this time it was different.  Before, when someone
held his jewels, it was to squeeze them and make him whimper from the pain.
This time, there was no pain.  Jeremy gasped between clenched teeth from
the sensations of pleasure covering his body and a friendly hand caressed
the jewels.  Jeremy reached down and with each hand, found a throbbing
boy-mast in need of attention.

Sean and Derek explored what was for them, still, a new world.  Sean had
always been protected by his older brother and didn't learn about boy sex
as young as a lot of boys.  Derek had been sheltered by his shyness and
fear of rejection.  Now, both boys were allowed to explore, taste and
experience the pleasures of boy-boy sex with friends.

The other three boys didn't waste any time taking their cue from the
action.  Chris and Nigel pushed Alex to the floor and attacked his body.
Alex whimpered and squirmed from the mix of sensations running through his
body.  Soon, his whimpers were accompanied by cries of pain and Chris
noticed Nigel wasn't licking and sucking the tender nipple, but biting and
chewing the sensitive flesh.

"Hey, Nige, that hurt's him.  Don't do that.  Just lick it and suck on it
like a tit.  Make it feel good," Chris instructed.

"My master always twists and bites," Nigel answered, "he says pain can be
pleasure; you just have to focus in your mind and learn to enjoy it."
Chris stared at Nigel, not knowing what to think; so did the other boys.

"Sounds like you got a stupid master and he's got a dumb student," Chris
commented.  "We like ta play, but we don't hurt each other.  Pleasure
should be somethin' that just happens natural like; you're not suppose ta
have ta learn.  Think about what feels good ta you and it pro'bly feels
good to the boy you're with.  Think what you want somebody ta do to you,
and then do it to them.  Simple."

"I . . .I don't know how," Nigel told them with tears forming in his eyes.
Chris looked at Nigel a moment before instructing him.

"Just watch me and do the same thing on that side.  Then we can change
places and me and Alex will do you."

Nigel did as he was told.  He waited a minute and then followed whatever
Chris did to Alex's young body.  Now, Alex whimpered and squirmed with
total pleasure; one side echoing the other.  Alex was lost in his own boy
world when he felt tongues, rough but soft, caress his nipples.  The tongue
left his nipples and licked its way to his neck where someone kissed and
then sucked at his neck.  Alex didn't know what to think when he heard
someone laugh and say he was branded.

Rockets exploded in the young boy's mind when something warm and moist, yet
firm and spongy, entered his ear and retreated only to push in again.
While he squealed his delight and squirmed on the floor, another tongue
worked its way through his arm pit and down his side.  Alex didn't know
which part of his body to respond to.  The tongue left his ear and kissed
and nibbled its way down the other side.  When the boys reached Alex's
throbbing staff of boy masculinity, Chris backed off and instructed Nigel
on how to please Alex.

"When you can make somebody feel this good havin' fun, why would you want
pain?  Cover your teeth with your lips and make sure you got plenty of spit
on 'em so they slide up and down.  Just take the head in your mouth at
first and tickle the slit with the tip of your tongue.  Lick it all up and
down like it was a ice cream cone.  That's what they say do in the stories
we found on the internet.  You do that and I'll tongue-fuck his ear."
Chris focused on plunging his tongue into Alex's ear while he
simultaneously continued to tease a nipple.  Alex was lost in a world of
passion like he had never imagined when Chris stopped to talk to Nigel.

"When you get the shaft good and slicked up, then take it between your
teeth and bob up and down.  Oh yeah, don't forget ta lick his balls and
take 'em one at a time in your mouth and bounce 'em on your tongue."

Sean and Derek could hear what Chris was telling Nigel and tried to
duplicate the instructions on their 'victim'.  None of the boys was as
experienced as Jeremy or Chris, but their enthusiasm made up the difference
as all six boys enjoyed themselves.

Daniel and Arthur heard the sounds coming from the two rooms.  They
continued to talk with the group, but raised their volume a little to cover
the sounds.  The men understood what was happening, and possibly, the
ladies did also.  The men chose to ignore what they heard.  The boys would
have a challenging day the next morning and, after all, they're boys.

End Chapter Seventy-Eight

To Be Continued; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com