Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2008 16:31:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons Chapter Eighty-Eight

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Chapter Eighty-Eight:  New Horizons


About the same time that William was being reunited with his parents,
Bernie and Greg arrived at the Sinclairs.  Both men would join Colin for
his meeting with the Marshalls.  Both knew that Jeremy had been made aware
of the meeting and didn't object; however, it was important to them that
Jeremy understand why they wanted to talk to the boy's natural parents.
What they had not told Jeremy was that they wanted to better understand why
Jeremy had made the choice he did.

Jeremy had not directly told anyone what his choice was prior to, or after,
the meeting with his natural parents.  Since Jeremy had not expressed a
desire to go with the Marshalls, but returned with the Sinclairs, an
assumption was made that he chose to stay with the Sinclairs.  The problem
was that he had not expressed a desire to stay with the Sinclairs either.
Concerns rose over Jeremy's lack of an affirmative choice.  The question
became whether Jeremy had decided to make a 'safe choice' by choosing to
stay primarily at New Horizons.

As Bernie and Greg approached the house, they could hear the sound of
children laughing.  They knew that Nigel and Colin were at the Sinclairs
and expected to hear both Jeremy and Nigel's voices.  However, the sounds
suggested that there were more than just the two boys nearby.  Arthur
greeted them at the door and invited them in.  Upon entering, Bernie and
Greg could see Jeremy and Derek in the pool; they could hear Nigel.  Soon
another boy appeared, a boy they didn't recognize.

"Arthur, looks as though you have a houseful of boys at the moment," Bernie
commented in greeting.

"A houseful of lively boys," Arthur answered with a smile.  "Could I offer
either of a drink?  There's a fresh pot of coffee, soft drink, there's beer
in the fridge."

"Too early for alcohol, at least for me," Bernie responded, and then added,
"coffee sounds good though.  Colin here?"

"Yeah, he's in the study.  You know how it is with journalists, always
typing away on something." Arthur then directed his attention towards Greg.
"What can I get for you?"

"If you have it, I'd enjoy a small glass of oj."  Arthur nodded and poured
a glass of orange juice as Linda joined them.

"Good morning," Linda greeted her new guests. "I see Arthur is being the
host without my coaching.  Maybe I can get him to pour me a cup of that
coffee."  Linda then turned her attention back to Bernie and Greg.

"You must have left early this morning to get here now.  We weren't too
sure when to expect you."

"We were told the appointment with the Marshalls was for lunch, so we
thought it'd be better to get here early," Bernie responded.  "Besides,
Greg slept most of the way.  This younger generation's just getting' too
soft."

"Not soft," Greg offered jokingly, "it's just easier to ignore how wild the
older generation likes to drive if you sleep."  Everyone laughed,
recognizing the friendly jab.

Bernie looked out the window.  "I see we have a new face in the mix."

"That's Ted," Arthur answered. "It's interesting to watch the three of them
when they're together.  Has anyone ever told you the story about how Derek
and Ted met Jeremy?"  Bernie shook his head.

"Well, it's kind of interesting.  I'm not sure Colin knows, so I'll tell
you in the study.  What's really interesting though is to watch the actions
between Derek and Ted.  Both of them seem to have this thing towards Jeremy
and they're more than just a little jealous of each other."

"You mean kind of like a suitor's squabble going on here?"

Arthur smiled and nodded his head as he led them towards the study.

                                           * * * *

The boys had seen Bernie and Greg come in.  Everyone except Ted knew who
they were.  Ted was at a loss of why there was so much activity going on.

"Jer," Ted called out, "what's goin' on?  There's a bunch a people here."

The boys stopped playing.  Nigel and Jeremy knew what would be happening
that afternoon, Derek and Ted did not.

"They're goin' with Nige's dad to see my real parents," Jeremy stated
without any emotion.

"Your real parents?" Ted was surprised. "You know where they are?"

"Yeah," Jeremy answered almost in a whisper.  "I seen 'em the other day."

"You seen 'em and you didn't . . . .ow!"  Before Ted could finish his
question, Derek poked Ted in the ribs and motioned for him to shut-up.

All of the boys became quiet, and very solemn.  When Jeremy started towards
the steps to leave the pool, the boys followed.  No one was sure what to
say to Jeremy.

"Jer, I'm sorry, man," Ted tried to apologize for making everyone feel bad,
"I didn't mean ta be nosey like that.  I mean . . ."

"It's okay, really," Jeremy interrupted his friend.  "Somebody was gonna
ask sooner or later.  Let's go in the pool house and get somethin' ta
drink."

The boys entered the pool house.  After finding soft drinks in the fridge,
the boys sat on the floor, with their legs crossed Indian style, forming a
circle; the classic position for boys who wanted to talk between
themselves.  The boys didn't say anything at first.  Three of the boys were
nervous.  All three wanted to say something to Jeremy, but it needed to be
the right thing; none knew what the right thing was.  Jeremy, staring at
the floor, broke the silence.

"I talked ta Mr. Dan'l; I knew that he knew where they were.  I told him I
wanted ta see my parents."  Jeremy paused a moment and snickered to
himself.  "Funny thing.  Somehow it sounds funny for me ta call 'em my
parents, but it feels even funnier for me ta call 'em my mom and dad even
if that's what they are."  Jeremy looked up at his friends, then back to
the floor.

"I told Mr. Dan'l that I wanted 'em to know that I wasn't mad at 'em and I
didn't hate 'em for what happened.  Somehow, I kinda wanted them to tell me
the same thing, but not exactly.  It was more like I wanted 'em to tell me
they didn't forget me and were sorry for what happened.  And, I wanted ta
know if I saw 'em, if what I was feelin' would change."  Jeremy stopped
talking, but continued to stare at the floor thinking, lost in his own
thoughts.

"Jer," Derek interrupted the silence tentatively, "what happened?  I mean,
I know it's really none of our business, but . . . ." Derek stopped talking
when Nigel looked at him and smiled.  Before anyone said anything else,
they heard car doors closing and a car drove away.  The intercom came to
life.

"Jeremy?" Linda called out.  "Are you boys alright?"

"Yes, ma'am.  We're just talkin'."

"Okay, just checkin' to make sure everything's alright.  I'll be fixing
lunch soon.  Do you boys want a sandwich or we have some frozen pizzas I
can cook for you."  The boys smiled when they heard pizza.

"Everybody wants pizza if that's okay."

"Alright.  I'll call when it's ready.  Go ahead and go back to doin'
whatever you were doin'."

"Jer, maybe we should be doin' somethin' else."  Derek suggested.

"That's okay.  Maybe I needed ta tell somebody that might understand.  I
had'n even said anything to Mr. Dan'l or Mr. Arthur.

"I used ta have dreams at night, when I was at that bordello.  I used ta
dream that one day my mom and dad would come get me ta take me back home.
When they did, they'd open the door and call me and I'd go runnin to 'em.
They'd yell and scream just like me and scoop me up in their arms and hug
me so tight I couldn't breathe.  All they'd do is hug me and kiss me and
tell me how much they loved me and how everything was gonna be good.  I
thought I'd be huggin' them and kissin' em and cryin' and who knows what
else.

"I had another dream too.  In that dream they'd see me and know what I'd
been doin' and turn their back on me like I was some kinda trash.  All
'cause I'd been workin' as a pleasure boy.  They'd see me, point at me,
laugh, and then turn around and never look at me again."  Again, Jeremy
grew quiet.

"Which dream was right?" Ted asked.  Jeremy looked at his friend and
smirked as he answered.

"Neither one.  It wasn't bad like the second dream but it wasn't as good as
the first neither."

"They didn't hug you and say they loved you?"

"It wasn't that.  They hugged me and held me tight and kissed me on the
cheek and forehead, 'specially my mom.  It was me.  I didn't run to them
and jump in their arms and hug them and kiss them and cry and all that.  I
mean, I knew who they were and I liked seein' 'em and all, but it wasn't
anything like I thought it'd be.  We talked for a while and I kept tryin'
ta figure it out and then, listenin' to my mom, I knew what was wrong.  I
wasn't their son no more.

"Mom kept talkin' 'bout how much they missed me and how my room was all set
up for me.  She talked just like we'd go back home and pick up like nothin'
ever happened.  She saw me as her little baby and that was it.  Problem was
that I'm not her little baby no more.  She wanted Keith Marshall, the
innocent dumb kid I was more than two years ago.  I'm not him no more.  I
can't be him no more. Too much has happened and I didn't think they'd
understand.

"We talked some and my dad made mom slow down enough so him and me could
talk some.  I got the feelin' he had an idea that it wasn't the same.  He
didn't push me.  He just asked what he could do to help me.  He also told
me how much he loved me and understood that I had to do what made me most
comfortable.  He told me he'd support whatever choice I wanted ta make even
if it was to not come back home.  He just said he hoped that if I made that
choice that we'd at least be able to stay in touch sometimes."

"Since you're here, I guess you told 'em you weren't goin' home with 'em?"
Ted asked.

"I told 'em that I didn't think I was ready ta choose, but that was a lie.
I didn't want to hurt 'em, 'specially my mom.  She looked kinda lost and
kept cryin' and all.  I know that I'm not her little boy no more; I'm not
Keith Marshall.  What I kept thinkin' 'bout was when Grandpa and me talked
up in Orlando.  He told me that I had ta choose for me and not worry 'bout
tryin' ta please everybody else.  He said I had ta think of me.

"I know I can go back ta New Horizons and nobody'd bother me.  The guys
there been through some of the same shit as me and we understand each
other.  We gotta do our school work and some other stuff, but a lot of us
like ta play around too and nobody tries ta stop us.  Once you know what
it's like ta fool around it's not easy ta stop; who'd want to?  I'm not
sure how Mr. Arthur and Ms. Linda would like that.  'Course they're my real
guardians and could make me stay, I s'pose, but if I did, I mean, you know
. . . ."

"Have you talked to Mr. Arthur?" Derek asked.  "He was a boy, he oughtta
understand.  Boys need to get some relief sometimes.  I mean, my dad knows
and we talk sometimes."

"You talk to your dad about havin' sex?"  Nigel was amazed.

"Yeah, who else am I supposed ta talk to?  It ain't gonna be my mom!"

"Boys," Linda's voice blared over the intercom, "pizzas ready!"

Four boys quickly refocused their priorities on food and headed outside.

                                           * * * *

Daniel and Paul walked back towards their offices as William and his
parents left to put their lives back together.

"Daniel, the boys are asking why the Captain hasn't shown up this weekend.
They thought, naturally, that they'd have a chance to whip some police butt
at baseball."  Daniel laughed at the typical teenage bravado.

"Yeah, well, when they learn what he's doing right now, I don't think
they'll particularly care about the baseball.  Do we have the lists made up
yet?"

"Almost," Paul answered, "we have it set so the younger boys will be going
with their big brothers.  We're trying to make sure we have enough adults
going with them.  There's some rules about needing one chaperone for every
eight boys or something along those lines.  That's one of the things that
the Captain is checking on now.  He's also trying to verify the
accommodations.  He said the park officials called and, since this is the
slow time for them, they think they can clear the camping area and it'll be
just us.  The park will put on the same shows and cookouts for the boys,
but it'll be geared to the boys."

"The boys deserve it, Paul.  God knows, society's thrown enough crap at
these kids.  It's time for them to have some fun."

"What about Jeremy?  I don't have him scheduled yet."

"I need to call Arthur.  He's going as a chaperone and I need to see when
he's free.  That will tell us when to schedule Jeremy.  I thought I might
ask Arthur if he thought we should take Derek along also."  Daniel turned
to the more immediate matters.

"Don't we have more families coming this afternoon?"

"We have another family due here in about forty-five minutes and then
another in a couple of hours.  We have two more coming tomorrow.  We
weren't sure how long it would take to talk with each family so we
scheduled them two hours apart.  If each one goes like William's we could
probably have set them no more than an hour apart."

"That'll be five boys back with their families this weekend.  I wish it
could be five each day," Daniel lamented.  "I guess we should be happy with
what we can do for now.  Paul, if you'll pull the lists, I'll call Arthur
and see what plans we can make for Jeremy."

                                           * * * *

Four naked, but very comfortable, boys sat at the table on the Sinclair
patio.  The boys were joined by Linda and Arthur for lunch.  The table had
been set with soft drinks, French bread pizzas, and a raw veggie tray
consisting of broccoli, cauliflower, carrots and celery with a ranch
dressing dip.  The boys enjoyed pizza and soft drinks while the adults
consumed veggies.

Arthur and Linda sat together quietly, while they enjoyed watching the boys
act silly and not understanding most of what they said.  It didn't matter,
the boys laughed and smiled; they had a good time.  The boys were so loud
that when the phone rang, Arthur had to use the remote unit and step away
from the table.

"Arthur, what's going on there?  Sounds like a party."

"Well, I guess it is in a way, Daniel.  Derek and Ted are here with Jeremy
and Nigel.  Right now they are silly kids being silly kids while they
swallow pizza.  What's up?"

"I'll assume that Bernie and Greg got there okay this morning?"

"Oh, yeah.  They've gone with Colin to meet the Marshalls.  All we know is
that they'll be back later this afternoon."

"Has Jeremy said anything more about the Marshals and his visit with them?"

"Not to Linda or myself.  We think he's still undecided, or at least
unsure, about some things and is trying to work them out.  One of the
things we're hoping is that, with the other boys here, he might open up to
them and they'll help him sort things out.  So far, though, we don't have
any indication that anything's happening on that front."

"From the way you're talking, and the sounds I can hear, I'm guessing the
boys are close by."

"That's true.  I'm not sure if they can hear me well enough to know what
I'm saying, but I know better than to under estimate them."

"Well, let's try a new subject.  Do you remember the trip to the theme
parks that was promised the boys?  It's that time.  We're going to split
the boys into either two or three groups, depending on how many the park
can accommodate at one time.  You mentioned going along as a chaperone and
we were wondering about scheduling Jeremy.  The visits are set to run from
anytime on Tuesday until the following Sunday morning."

"Wow.  If you're talking this week, that's short notice.  I need to look at
the office calendar.  Let me walk into the study and bring my calendar up.
If I don't have any court dates for this week, we'll be okay."

"While you're walking, what about Derek?  Do you think we should schedule
him with Jeremy?"

"Not right now.  We've never found out from Jeremy what he would like to do
and I'm hoping to get some alone time with him.  With Nigel here, we didn't
mind Jeremy having Derek and Ted here for a sleepover, but I think it's
getting to be time for Jeremy and I to have a serious talk.  The boy seems
to be caught in a limbo and I think he needs to face the fact that he can't
go through life riding the fence all the time.  Linda and I don't want to
force him into anything and then have him resent it later, but I think he
needs a gentle nudge to move off center."

"I understand.  I had hoped that after he saw the Marshalls, he'd let us
know what he wants.  Do you think we need to schedule extra counseling for
him?"

"I'm going to ask him that when we talk.  It's time to get a little more
direct with the boy.  Ah, here we are.  No court dates for the next two
weeks.  We have some filings but I can get those prepared and my secretary
can send them to the clerk's office.  Is Elizabeth going to the park also?
If she is, then I'll tell Linda that would be the best time for her so they
can keep one another occupied.  The boys will want to be boys and not be
mothered too much, but you never know."

While Arthur continued to talk with Daniel, the boys had finished their
lunch and were talking about getting back in the pool.

"Boys," Linda interrupted their planning, "you've all just had a big meal.
I don't want to put a damper on your plans, but I would prefer that you not
go back in the pool for at least a half hour and preferable an hour.  Give
your food some time to digest a little so you don't get sick."  The boys'
only response was a chorus of moans.

"Why don't you find a game to play in the pool house or go for a walk?"

The boys couldn't believe that Linda suggested they go for a walk.  For one
thing, that would mean, to be courteous, having to put on some clothes.
Also, walking after a meal was for old folks.  They were okay, they weren't
going to get sick if they went in the pool, they were sure of it.  No
amount of pleading would budge Linda's directive so the boys resigned
themselves to a game in the pool house.  Then the boys thought of an
interesting game.

When the boys entered the pool house, they closed and locked the door.

"Is everybody thinkin' of the same kinda game I'm thinkin' of?  The kind
only boys can really have fun at?" Derek asked, grinning from ear to ear
and making his eyebrows jump up and down.  All four boys grinned.

Jeremy approached Derek and placed both of his hands on Derek's hip bones.
With a light push, Derek fell back against the sofa and was sitting.  With
the other two boys watching, Jeremy quickly bent down and attacked Derek's
chest, nibbling at his left nipple and pinching the other.

"OH, SHIT!" Derek exclaimed loudly.

"That the kinda fun you were talkin' 'bout?" Jeremy asked.

Derek pulled Jeremy back onto him while Ted pushed Nigel to the sofa and
attacked Nigel's neck.  Nigel inhaled sharply and then whimpered as he
reached down to grip Ted's now raging boyhood.  This was an old fashioned
game of give and take wrestling with the boys wrapping and intertwining
arms and legs.  Each boy was a winner as they both gave and received
pleasure.  This was a no holds barred, nothing off limits game of nibbling,
squeezing, licking and pulling at sensitive boy parts.

The boys quickly found themselves rolling off the sofa and spreading out on
the floor.  Beginning as two sets of arms and legs playing grab-ass, and
anything else you could grab, they quickly became a single pile of teen
boys, hormone driven, satisfying themselves and their buddies.

Derek found himself on his back with Jeremy over him.  Jeremy was turned so
that he could both tease and pleasure Derek's boyhood.  Derek reached up
and pulled Jeremy's hips down, forcing Jeremy's boyhood into his mouth,
choking himself as Jeremy's rod hit the back of Derek's throat.  Derek
suckled like a babe starved for rich milk.  While Derek worked over
Jeremy's rod, he reached out and found a butt sticking up.  Derek ran a
finger up and down the crack, eliciting whimpering sounds from its owner.

The rules of 'anything goes' and 'anyone on anyone' applied.  The boys
traded off partners.  Each boy worked to make the other shoot his load.
Each boy also worked to not shoot his load.  The only rules in this game
said no one got hurt and if you shot your load then you were out and had to
sit on the side and watch the other boys have fun.  When the last boy to
empty his balls had finished, then all the boys who had to sit out and
watch could rejoin the game.  The game continued until the boys were
exhausted and couldn't play any longer.  This was a favorite game at New
Horizons.  The boys always thought it would be great entertainment for
television; the boy-vision channel, of course.

Derek felt his body pushed towards the front of the sofa.  He was pinned
with what he knew was Nigel's rod trying to work it's way down his throat.
Derek was pissed with himself for not learning how to deep throat and vowed
to learn soon.  He knew his buddy Jeremy would teach him in private.  Derek
then felt someone grab his hips and hold him.  The next sensation he felt
was moist warmth wrapping his rod.  Then he could feel someone breathing
hard against his pubic region.  Derek realized that he had been swallowed
and only Jeremy knew how.  Derek was being deep-throated.  He couldn't help
it, as he felt the throat muscles contracting and massaging his dick, he
squirmed and began to moan.  The pressure increased and, soon, Derek was
screaming with his mouth still stuffed by another boy pole.  Breaking into
a sweat, and with his body jerking uncontrollably, Derek lost control.
When he began to shoot, Jeremy released the rod so that his friend's juices
shot into the air and landed on all of them.  Derek clenched his teeth and
rode out the orgasm while his friends cheered their triumph.

The boys lost track of how long they wrestled.  They were told they had to
wait at least a half-hour and preferably an hour before they could go
swimming again.  The only way they could relate to time was that all the
boys had already lost two loads and were debating whether they could have a
third round.  All four boys were hot and sweaty.  All four boys were also
covered in boy juices and needed a shower.

The end of the second round had been a little different than earlier
because the boys soon realized that Jeremy knew more tricks to make them
cum than they knew to use on him.  Playfully, the three boys ganged up on
Jeremy and pinned him to the floor.  One boy teased and pulled Jeremy's
nipples or tongued his ears while another flicked his tongue over the tip
of Jeremy's boyhood and massaged his scrotum.  The third boy concentrated
on lightly dragging his fingernails up and down Jeremy's side and then up
and down the inside of his thighs.  The assault ended when Jeremy began
gasping for air and whimpered as his body convulsed and shot his youthful
juices over all four bodies.  The boys all collapsed in a pile, laughing
hysterically.

"Jeremy." The boys heard Arthur's voice over the intercom.  Suddenly, they
wondered if the intercom had been on or off while they played.  The boys
laughed at the thought.

"Sir?" Jeremy answered, trying to hide his laughter.

"Are you boys alright?" the boys looked at one another, wide-eyed.  Had
they heard them?

"Yes, sir.  We're just playin' around,waitin' so we can go swimmin'."  The
boys cringed and fought to suppress their laughter.

"That time was up a long time ago.  Why don't you boys come on out?"  The
boys rolled their eyes.  They didn't know if they were caught or in
trouble.  They knew they had to go out.

"We're comin' right now."

The boys stood up and looked at one another; another round of giggles
ensued.  Tip- toeing to the door, Jeremy opened it just enough to look
outside.  He could see Linda sitting on the far end of the patio.  He knew
Arthur must be inside to talk to him over the intercom.  He turned to his
friends.

"If we run for the shallow end and jump, be sure you go underwater.  Crouch
down so only your neck and head are above water so ya can clean some of
this stuff off.  We kinda smell.  I hope this pool house don't smell like I
think it might."

The boys nodded to one another and then, holding their fingers up, counted
to three.  On three the door was flung open and all four boys bolted for
the pool.  All four boys were also shocked when they spotted Arthur
standing right outside the door waiting on them.  All four boys kept
running and jumped into the pool.  Arthur walked into the pool house and
then strolled up to the pool, behind the boys.  He waited until all four
boys had their heads above water and could hear him.

"That must have been an interesting game you boys were playing," he stated,
while giving the boys a knowing smile.

Arthur's comment caused the boys to first be startled and then, break into
another round of teenage giggles.

                                           * * * *

Daniel and Paul watched as the third family of the day left with their
family, once again, complete.  Both men relished the feelings of
satisfaction at undoing a wrong that never should have occurred.

"Daniel, are you going to tell the boys about the trips or wait on Captain
Jackson."

"Right now, I'm going to go over to the pool, get stark naked, jump in and
enjoy being with the boys.  When the captain gets here, I think he should
help make the announcement.  He said he would be here for supper, didn't
he?"

"That he did, and it won't be long.  Think I'll join you in the pool.
Think I'll frighten the boys with this pale white body?"

"I think the boys will probably tell you how to avoid having a pale white
body." Daniel responded while both men laughed.

The men spent the rest of the afternoon, until the dinner bell rang,
playing beach boy ball using Danny, Ryan and Ian.  The three boys had a
hard time staying in a tucked position because they laughed so hard.  Some
of the older boys had to step in and give Paul and Daniel a breather
occasionally, but both men stayed in the pool.  When Danny wasn't being
tossed around, he made sure that he sat on Daniel's shoulders or that
Daniel let him hang in a piggy-back position.

Captain Jackson joined the group with three of his men.  All four men
stripped and joined the crowded pool area.  Soon, two of the men were
talked into joining a pick-up basketball game.  Daniel looked over and
laughed when he saw the boys, who were always nude, had talked the men into
remaining nude.

When the dinner bell rang, the men playing basketball quickly jumped into
the pool to rinse off the sweat.  As they all exited the pool and reached
for their clothes, Daniel suggested that they all remain nude, just like
the boys, for no other reason than to do something a little different and
shock everyone.  The men smiled and walked into the mess hall as nude as
the boys.  The boys, at first surprised, quickly began throwing out their
cheers, jeers, wolf-whistles and catcalls.

A few minutes later, as Captain Jackson addressed the boys, the decibel
level for cheering at New Horizons reached a new record high.

End Chapter Eighty-Eight To Be Continued

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