Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 07:31:09 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Montsabot Charterhouse 14/15 (highschool/historical)

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MONTSABOT CHARTERHOUSE
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on June 29, 2002
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"MONTSABOT CHARTERHOUSE" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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Chapter 14 - New changes in the Charterhouse

The 1970s saw more changes at the Charterhouse. In 1972 one of the
alumni, that is an Ancestor, went to visit the Charterhouse with his
entire family, including his grandchildren. He was there in an official
capacity, as he was the under-secretary of Education in the new
government. The man was fifty-two years old; he was one of the first
orphans received in the Charterhouse. He had six children and the older
two were married and already gave him five grandchildren, Together with
his third son, a twenty-two year old handsome young man with a shy
expression, there was also his boyfriend, a youth of twenty-five.

When this third son introduced his boyfriend to Serge, he said, "I have
been really lucky, believe me, to have such an open-minded and
understanding father. And I know that I owe this luck mainly to the fact
that my father was reared in your splendid institution, here at the
Charterhouse. Therefore both I and my boyfriend were really curious to
be at last able to come to see it. Dad talks about Montsabot so much..."

"We always did our best for our boys and are trying to go on doing it.
Every time we can see the result of our efforts, we not only are glad,
proud, but this also abundantly pays us back for all the difficulties we
had to overcome" Serge answered.

The under-secretary wanted to visit the family-house where he grew up,
the B, and he stopped for a long time to visit with all the boys, while
his family was touring the other parts of the Charterhouse.

"Monsieur, where did you sleep?" one of the children asked him.

"Upstairs. I noticed it has changed a little from when I lived here, at
first we all slept together in one big room. But now it is much better,
I think."

Another of the kids asked him, ÒCan you please show me your picture in
our family album?"

The man stood up, went to check the several portraits hanging on the
living room wall and pointed at one of them, "Here it is... do you see,
there is my name under it... this was me when I was your age..."

"Hey, listen..." one of the children started to say.

The family-head reprimanded him, "This is not the way to address an
adult man, you have to say - sorry sir."

The man smiled, "But even though I am an adult man, you are my only
original family... What did you want to ask me, my little one?"

"Sorry, sir," restarted the child, correcting himself, "when you had to
go away from here because you were too old, did you find somebody at
once, out there, with which to make love? And was he a boy or a girl, or
both of them?"

The family-head, intervened again, "It is not respectful asking such
questions, Didier!"

"Ah, your name is Didier like mine! But amongst members of the same
family, no question is bad. Of course it is not so with strangers, but I
am one of your Ancestors, therefore... So, Didier, when I left the
Charterhouse, I wanted to see how it was doing it with girls, as I
already knew how it was with boys. And I saw that for me it was better
with girls, therefore I chose one who liked me and we married."

Another of the boys asked, "So, are better girls than boys?"

"No, it depends. For some of us girls are better, for others boys are
better. But the most important thing is to choose the person you feel
love for and who loves you. Didn't they teach you this?"

"Yes, they did, exactly as you say, Monsieur Didier." the boy answered.

Another of the boys asked him, "Do you miss our family-house?"

"I miss it a little bit, yes. I spent very beautiful years here. You
see, all we who pass here in the Charterhouse are, after all, very
lucky, because we all have three families - the one where we were born,
this one that brings us up, and then the one we can make once out of
here."

"But I would still rather have my Mum and my Dad..." one of the boys
commented with a really serious expression.

"Of course, it's natural. But how many boys who don't have their dads
and mums any more, also don't have a beautiful family as this one where
you are living now? This is why I said that all of us, after all, have
been lucky, in our misfortune."

When the under-secretary left the Charterhouse, he promised Serge that
he would make sure that the Ministry raised the allowances for the
institution's boys at least a little, and also to send a non-recurring
allowance to modernize the laboratories.

That same year Serge, who was sixty-two, decided to leave his role of
dean, and asked the counsel of the teachers' representatives, of the
personnel, and of the boys, to elect a new dean. Each component proposed
three names of people who could accept that charge, then the names were
voted on. At the first ballot the teacher of sciences, Marc Duchesne,
thirty two years old, got seventy per cent of the votes.

The new dean asked Serge to stay in the Charterhouse with the title of
dean-emeritus. Serge accepted but proposed to become, so to say, a kind
of "foreign affairs minister" for the Charterhouse; that is to start
combing through France looking for funding and donations. His proposal
was accepted at once, so Serge started to program his journeys.

In 1974 they celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of the Charterhouse.
For that occasion, besides having all the facades cleaned and the long
fencing surrounding the estate remade, it was decided that at the
crossing of the two naves of the former church they built a radial set
of arches so that they could separate the dome with a floor, and use it
like a festivity hall; therefore were put again in use the two winding
stairs that were in two of the pillars of the cross leading to the
dodecagonal dome and to the lantern crowning it and from which there was
a splendid panorama, and to place a gilded sphere at the place of the
cross that crowned the lantern.

Also the Saint Bruno chapel was thoroughly restored and transformed into
the Charterhouse "Memories Museum". Moreover down the valley, just
beyond the two guard houses and entrance arch and gate that were the
Charterhouse's entrance, a wide parking area was built, digging it into
the rock on which the Charterhouse complex was standing.

Last thing they did to celebrate the fiftieth year was a famous fashion
designer of Paris, Christian de Joinville, the lover of one of the
Ancestors, designed new uniforms for the boys and personnel in a modern
style, always using the white and light blue that were the distinctive
colours of the Charterhouse - the kepi was abandoned, the tight and
short jacket was replaced by a normal soft jacket and a waistcoat of the
same cloth and light blue colour, a white shirt with blue tie. Also the
trousers had a looser cut and cuffs for the boys older than fifteen, and
long at the knee for those up to fourteen.

Not everybody was happy with this change of uniforms, mainly amongst the
Ancestors, but the council approved it, on the new dean's suggestion,
and thus so it was done.

For the fiftieth anniversary celebrations, to avoid a too massive flow
of people, but at the same time to allow everybody to attend, it was
decided to repeat the celebrations on four dates with a limited number
of invited.

The year after the celebrations for the fiftieth anniversary, one of the
Ancestors came to the Charterhouse, announced by a telephone call. It
was the president of the juvenile tribunal of Lyon, Judge Raimond
Chenardin, on a private visit.

After a chat with Marc, remembering Roland that he well knew, and Serge
who was at that time absent, and telling about a thousand small
anecdotes, and after thanking them for the punctual sending of the
Charterhouse magazine, the man stated the reason why he made that long
travel.

"Dean Marc, I know that what I am about to ask you is outside of the
Charterhouse rules, and I also know how much you are rightly not willing
to make exceptions, not to create precedents. But the Charterhouse is my
last hope..."

"Tell me, Judge..."

"As you can well guess, my duty as a juvenile judge is not only a
delicate task, but puts me everyday in contact with real dramas. Now, I
am treating a case I've had to treat already several times. It concerns
a fourteen year old boy... I have some of his pictures... here they are..."

Marc took them and started to look at them while the judge was resuming
talking.

"This kid's name is Raphael Curtin. He is the older child of a woman
working at the Draperies du Vieux Lyon. His father was killed in a brawl
among drunk people when Raphael was just two years old. When he was
eight, his mother married again with a widowed man who already had a
sixteen year old son. When Raphael was thirteen, he ran away from home
because of squabbles with his stepfather. He lived on the streets for a
couple of months, until he was caught stealing in an apartment. When he
saw he was caught, he set fire to the apartment. He was put in a
juvenile prison, then three months ago he ran away, but the police found
him again, while he was prostituting himself.

"He was brought back again to the prison... and the boy told me that if I
put him in there again, he would kill himself... In my opinion it wasn't
an empty threat... Now, each of these boys are to me an aching pain in my
heart, I wish I could do something more for them, but it is not always
so easy and I have to apply the law anyway, my hands are tied. But if
the boy killed himself... I would blame myself for his death for the rest
of my life. When I finally was able to have him tell me why he wanted to
resort to such an extreme gesture... he told me that his companions in the
prison know that he is 'sick' as he likes boys and not girls, therefore
they subject him to degrading practices..."

"Poor boy..." Marc murmured.

"Yes, a poor boy indeed. I'm afraid there is much more to his story, but
couldn't succeed in having him tell me more than this... So, then, I
thought... I have the authority to put him on probation in a foster family
or in an institution... and if you could receive him here with you... with
the atmosphere he would find here, with the education you will give him,
you could possibly succeed to... to make a normal boy of him again. I know
that all the boys you accept here are orphans of both parents, and
legally he is not, although in fact he is, can you understand me? I
don't want, I cannot send the boy to the juvenile prison again. I don't
want one day to find his file on my desk stamped 'deceased by suicide'."

Marc nodded. "Yes, I can fully understand you, Judge Chenardin... And
totally agree with you that we should possibly make an exception to our
rules. But as you certainly know, the dean here doesn't make decisions,
but he just ratifies what the representative council votes. Even though
afterwards the legal responsibility is mine, as I have to sign the
official documents, in fact the law doesn't recognise the validity of
our college deliberations, as minors are part of it... But our internal
laws impose upon me not to assume autonomous decisions."

"But you certainly can to give weight to your opinion, I think. The dean
has anyway a great influence in the Charterhouse, a totally peculiar
influence..."

"Yes, that is right, and I can assure you that I will use all my
influence... even though I have been in my office just for one year.
Anyway it would be helpful to wait for Serge's return, and I am sure he
would totally agree, and even though he cannot vote any more, he would
use all his great influence, so much bigger than mine. But I'm afraid he
won't be back for a month... Do we have that much time?"

"I'm afraid we don't... for the moment the kid is in an isolation cell of
the tribunal, but I can't keep him there for long, the law doesn't allow
me. And anyway I don't think that the isolation can do him any good...
This is anyway the reason I came in person, exactly not to waste time..."

"All right, judge, I will busy myself immediately and will give you an
answer as soon as possible. Give me your personal telephone number,
please. I will have the bell rung at once to summon the council."

"If your decision is positive, as I hope, could you come and fetch him
at once? I could have him brought here by a police van, but I would
prefer to avoid it, if possible."

"Certainly yes, I will come in person, with one of the teachers and two
of the boys."

"A very good idea. Thank you. I beg you, do all you can. I leave you the
kid's pictures... they might be of use, don't you think?"

"Yes... although he has this bad boy expression... they give a great feeling
of tenderness."

While the judge was leaving the Charterhouse, the first members of the
representative council were gathering at the Abbott's Tower. When all
were there, Marc exposed to them the reason for that extraordinary
meeting. Like each time before, the matter was involving an exception to
their rules; as Marc imagined, the discussion was rather heated. Marc
was agreeably surprised seeing that all the boys' representatives, none
excluded, were for accepting the kid. The most heated No's weren't so
much against making an exception to the rules, but for the worry that an
element like Raphael Curtin could bring problems into the life of a
family-house.

So one of the boys' representatives proposed to immediately have
meetings in all the family-houses, to verify how many of the boys felt
ready to accept Raphael amongst them. Marc at once gave his
authorisation. That same evening all the family-heads brought to Marc
the result of their family's discussions and vote - of twenty-six
houses, twenty-one gave a favourable answer. Therefore the college voted
the admission of Raphael. At that point it was just left to decide in
which of the family-houses to insert him.

Marc gathered the twenty-one family-heads and discussed the problem with
them. First of all he checked in how many houses there already was a boy
of fourteen - seven of them didn't have one. Amongst these seven, they
discussed which family-head was more suitable for facing the problem of
the insertion of such a difficult boy as Raphael and everybody agreed
that the best one was Luc of the Hand. As this was settled, in spite of
the fact that it was ten in the evening, Marc called the judge to tell
him that the following day, in the afternoon, they would go and fetch
Raphael Curtin. The judge assured them he would enact a decree of
probation, entrusting the boy to the Charterhouse the following morning,
so that they would find it ready on their arrival.

The following morning early, Marc the dean, Philippe the librarian, Luc
the family-head who was eighteen, and Albert, a seventeen year old boy
also of the Hand, took a car and went to Lyon. When they reached the
juvenile tribunal, not yet twenty-four hours had elapsed since the visit
of the judge to the Charterhouse.

The judge received the four in his office in the tribunal, gave Mark the
probation documents and made him sign some papers, then had Raphael
Curtin brought to his office.

"Have a seat, Raphael. I want to introduce you to Luc, Albert, Marc and
Philippe. All four are members of Montsabot Charterhouse, where I
decided to send you..."

"Are they priests?" Raphael asked in a belligerent tone, throwing them a
black glance.

The judge smiled, "No, it is a kind of boarding school, or to better say
a boys' town."

"A prison." the boy said, even more diffident.

"Anything but a prison, I can promise you!" the judge answered.

"And what the fucking shit is a boy's town? Where is the snag?" Raphael,
all but persuaded, asked.

"May I try to explain to him in a few words, judge?" Luc then asked.

"Certainly."

"Hi, my name is Luc. We are a kind of family, where we boys live
according to rules we made, with the help of some adults who advise and
lead us to help us to grow healthy, educated and free..."

"You all are dressed the same, like soldiers..." Raphael cantankerously
remarked.

"Of course, to express that we are all peers, in our place, we all have
the same rights and the same duties." Albert then explained him.

"And you all are dad's darlings, I bet..." the kid said in a sarcastic
tone.

"None of us has his Dad any more... and adults like Marc, that is he, and
Philippe, that is he, are to us like older brothers..." Luc explained.

"Sheh! Older brothers! The worst pain in the arse that can exist..."
Raphael exclaimed with a grimace.

"They can at times seem a pain in the arse... but they really care for
us..." Albert said with a small smile.

"And... these rules you were talking about before? These duties? What
bullshit are they?"

"Explaining to you everything now would take too much time," Philippe
said, "But if you come with us to the Charterhouse, you will gradually
get to know and to learn them. You will be welcomed in Luc's family,
where Albert is also, and other boys of different ages..."

"Family? What's that, is Luc the father and Albert the mother? Do they
fuck together?" Raphael asked with sarcasm.

"Luc and I? Yes, at times we two have a nice fuck together, but I'm not
the Mum, and Luc is the family-head, not the Dad..." quietly Albert
answered.

Raphael this time was speechless, looked at them amazed. Then he gave an
amused sneer, "Sheh! You are taking the piss out of me! If it was real,
you wouldn't have said it in front of the Judge!"

Nobody answered but everybody smiled.

Then Raphael said, "As I thought, you are taking the piss out of me. But
what if I didn't want to go with them?" he then asked the Judge.

"I would be forced to send you back to the juvenile prison... The choice
is up to you, Raphael, either with them or..."

"All right, I'll go with them... then we will see. But don't fool
yourselves, I ran away from the prison once, I will manage to run away
from your... boarding school or what the fucking shit it is, as easily as
I want!"

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"Hey, Luc, why do you give everybody that fucking fake money but not to
me?" Raphael asked with a belligerent tone. "Don't I also have the right
to get it?"

Luc smiled, craftily, "A duty corresponds to any right. If you do your
duties, you will get your share like everybody else, according to the
rules."

"Fuck your rules! What a shit kind of freedom is this, if one HAS to do
this and that? You get that money to give it to us, not to keep it for
yourself."

"And in fact I don't keep it, it is just blocked in our bank..."

"Sheh! And what the fucking hell should I do to get it, give you my
arse?"

"No, you just have to behave as we all do. Now leave me in peace, I'm
busy."

Later, while Antoine was cooking, said, "Raphael and Michel, today it's
up to you to set the table."

"I don't feel like it!" Raphael said and went out of the house.

"Michel, would you please do it alone?" Antoine asked him with a smile.

"Yes, of course. But why does Raphael behave so?"

"Because he still doesn't understand... too many things. But he will, he
will you will see. We have just to be patient."

When the little house bell rang to call the boys to the table, Luc shut
the external door. Soon Raphael knocked.

"Hey, let me in, I'm hungry!"

"I'm sorry, but no food for you!" Luc answered him from behind the door.

"What fucking shit is this novelty?" the boy yelled, angry.

"Who doesn't work, doesn't eat. You didn't want to set the table, and we
don't want to give you food. End of the conversation!"

"Go fuck yourself!" Raphael yelled and went away.

He loitered in the Charterhouse area, seething.

Another day, during his free time, when Raphael went out of the bedroom
of his age group, he heard behind another door unmistakable noises. He
eavesdropped and smiled, amused. He opened the door - two of the boys of
his age were doing a sixty-nine, lying naked on a bed.

"Hey, boys, what a bout a nice threesome?" Raphael merrily asked,
drawing nearer and starting to unbutton his uniform.

"Nobody taught you to knock?" one of the boys, upset, asked him.

"No. And anyway I feel horny. Who of you two wants to take it in the
arse, while you go on in your blow job?"

"None of us, let us in peace. Nobody invited you." the other boy said,
annoyed.

They both, naked as they were, got off the bed and went towards him with
a menacing expression. Raphael judged that in a fight, he would get the
lower hand, therefore thought better to withdraw.

"Go on fucking, you bastards... and may the jizm go the wrong way!" he
shouted while going away.

Raphael was feeling a big need to have sex, but everybody seemed to
avoid him, nobody wanted to have sex with him. And the boy was fed up
with masturbating alone.

In the afternoon, while he was loitering around the H house, that is his
house, he saw Dominique, the twelve year old boy that slept in his same
room, go back to the house.

"Hey, Domi, where are you going?"

"To have a nice shower, I'm all drenched in sweat..." the boy answered in
a merry tone and went inside.

Raphael knew that in that moment there was nobody else in the house,
besides Marcel who that day was on duty to care for the babies, but they
were on the first floor. Silently, he too went in. He heard that the
water was already pelting down in the shower room. He undressed in the
living area, leaving all his clothes in an untidy heap on the floor,
walked through the short corridor and went into the shower room.
Dominique was soaping his body, turned towards the wall and didn't hear
him enter. Raphael went at his back, already aroused, embraced him and
pushed his hard-on between his small buttocks. The boy turned around,
surprised.

"Hey, Raphael, let me in peace!" he said, rather annoyed.

"No, I will now fuck your nice little arse... come on, you'll see, you'll
enjoy it..."

"I told you to leave me in peace." the kid said trying to escape him.

They both fell on the floor. Raphael was stronger than the kid, and
laughing amused and even more aroused, in spite that their bodies were
slippery with the soap, gradually managed to immobilize him and to put
him in the right position.

"No, Raphael, no!" the kid screamed.

"Yes, instead... yes... You let the others fuck you, don't you? So, why not
me?" I'm skilled in using my cock, you will see..."

"Let me go... no!" Dominique screamed again.

But Raphael managed, facilitated by the soap that was in the arse furrow
of the kid, to push his member inside him, emitting a grunt of pleasure.

"Ha, finally a good fuck!" Raphael said starting to vigorously hammer
into his companion, keeping him still with his arms to not let him
escape.

"Stop it... no, stop it! You cannot..."

"Of course I can! I'm doing it!" the boy sneered going on to hammer
inside him like a madman.

But suddenly he felt he was violently pulled back by the hair and the
pain was so sharp he had to let go his hold on Dominique, and was pulled
away from him. Luc, Albert and RhŽmy were there and looked at him with
an angry expression.

"You, RhŽmy, give a hand to Dominique. You, Albert, help me take Raphael
up to his room." Luc curtly ordered.

They dried him haphazardly and in spite he tried to wriggle away with
all his means. The two adult boys managed to take Raphael, still naked,
to Albert's room.

"Albert, go and call Jean, and while I keep him still, he will fuck
Raphael's arse until he gets some common sense!" Luc ordered.

"In that case I'm afraid he will have to fuck him till Doomsday..." Albert
laughed while going out.

"Hey, you cannot do that to me!" the boy protested trying to wriggle
free, but Luc's hold didn't leave him any escape.

"I decided that all you do, you will get, Raphael. You should already
have understood it, if you were a clever boy. ALL you do you will
receive, be it good or bad. Enough with games. Dominique asked you to
stop. Here nobody has sex against the will of the other, you should know
that. YOU did it, therefore now YOU will get it. Full stop, next line."

Raphael stopped wriggling and looked at Jean, the family-head of the
Dice who meanwhile came in with Albert, and who was starting to undress.
"And what makes you think it would be a punishment? I could possibly
love being fucked as much as to fuck, can't I?" the boy said in a
challenging tone.

But as he saw Jean's member, although still soft, he grew pale, "But
he's hung like a horse! He will tear my arse apart, he will make me
bleed... You can't do this to me!"

"But as Jean wants to fuck your arse, why should he not do it?"

"I don't want it!" Raphael screamed in a tone half between fear and
pleading.

"Dominique also didn't want it, but you forced him only because YOU
wanted it and are stronger than him. Well now WE are stronger than you.
What you do inside here, you will get."

"Gosh, no... Please Jean, don't fuck me... If you want, I will give you
head, but..."

"But I want to shove it all inside your nice small arse..." Jean answered
with a smile, while his member was powerfully and menacingly rising,
pointing towards the boy.

Raphael looked at it terrorized, like a little bird looks at the serpent
rising in front of him, "No, Luc, no... please... Please, Luc... No..."

Luc forced him into position and spread his small buttocks. Jean drew
nearer and started to brush his hard member in the furrow, on the small
hole.

Now Raphael was sobbing, "No, Luc... Jean, please... I will do anything you
want, but... no, please... Please... Luc! I swear, I will do anything you
want... I'll obey... I'll behave... No, please... please..."

The boy was terrorized and shaken by sobs. Luc made sign with his eyes
to Jean to go away. Jean smiled, tidied his clothes and went out.
Raphael didn't even notice it, he was going on to sob and pray and
promise, like in a litany. Luc made him straighten up and looked in his
eyes.

"Raphael, for this time... but just for this time... but you have to
seriously apply yourself. You can't go on as you have been, doing
anything you like when the others in the house or in the Charterhouse
loses because of your behaviour. We made our fucking rules, as you call
them, to help each other to behave in a proper way. We are a family - if
we don't help each other, if we don't have a mutual respect, all is
useless. Can you understand that?"

Raphael nodded, serious. Luc then embraced him, almost cuddling him, and
caressed his still wet and ruffled hair.

"Raphael, we love you, you are really a brother to us... Why don't you
love us, why won't you be our brother?" Luc gently asked him.

Albert was sitting on a chair and looked at them, asking himself if
Raphael this time really got the lesson.

"I... nobody ever respected me... nobody ever loved me... never... and even less
my brother... I... a was just nine years old and my step-brother, who was
sixteen, one night we were alone at home, took me and shoved it in my
arse, even though I didn't want... He fucked me... three times just that
first night. And told me that if I spoke about it, he would slit my
throat... And so... and so every night, he first made me give him head, then
banged it in my arse... Every night... I resigned myself, I even got used to
it, it didn't even hurt and I started to quite love it... For three years...
Then one night my stepfather caught us. And Jules, my stepbrother, told
him I loved giving head and taking it in my arse... because I am a faggot...

"So my stepfather said he wanted to try it too and, while his son was
watching, he too fucked me in the arse, then Jules shoved it in my mouth
and both of them laughed... Then Jules told his father that I was nothing
but a whore, and his father answered him that at least whores bring home
money... And my stepfather said I too could earn some money... and started
to sell me to people that he and Jules found... they brought them home and
I... I had to do all they asked me or else it was lashes of the belt... and
they got the money...

"I then went to tell my mother, and she told me I was a liar and beat
me... but she could see those men who shut themselves in my bedroom with
me, that gave my stepfather money to fuck me... Then I decided to go to
the police to report them. The policeman asked me what I wanted to
report. I was about to tell him, when one of his colleagues came into
the office and said he knew me well and says to his colleague to let him
take care of me - I then recognized him, he was one of the men who came
to our home to fuck me. He brought me into another room and asked me
what I wanted to report... I understood I was lost and said - nothing. He
then, there in the police station, opened his trousers and ordered me to
give him head and to swallow everything... then sent me away telling me
that I would be in serious trouble if I tried again... and told his
colleague that I just wanted to report that somebody stole my bicycle...

"So I ran away from home... but I was hungry, it was cold, I didn't know
what to do... So I thought that after all I could find men who wanted to
fuck me, but at least they would give the money to me... and it was not at
all difficult to find such men... And after all I even enjoyed doing it
with some of them... But one day a man took me to his home... and after
having fucked me how and as much as he liked, wanted to throw me out of
his home without paying me... I lost my temper and... and I went back that
night and set fire to his home... They said I went there to steal... I told
them the truth, but nobody believed me...

"So I was put in the juvenile... and I don't know who, spread the word I
was a hustler... so they took me and every other boy could fuck me, even
those younger than me... They fucked me in the showers, in the loo, during
the night in the dorm... and if I tried to say no, they thrashed and beat
me, and thrashed me... and the wardens pretended not to see... I ran away
from there also, once when the boy-scouts came to make us play games...
And I resumed hustling, because I didn't know what else I could do to
have my meals... Until I was caught again..."

Raphael told all this sobbing, while Luc caressed him and kept him
tightly embraced with tenderness.

Albert was like dazed, and was looking at him with eyes filled with
pity, "Why didn't you tell everything to the judge, Raphael?" he then
asked.

"He would not have believed me... or he would have pretended not to
believe me, like my mother and all the others did. They don't give a
shit for a boy like me."

"Raphael... here with us it is different, aren't you aware?" Luc asked him
gently, caressing his cheek.

"But also here nobody wants me, everybody avoids me... nobody wants to
have sex with me... What a fucking shit of a world is this?"

"Raphael, as I told you, here what you give you get, what you sow you
reap... If you give respect, you get respect, if you give love, you get
love... but if you give violence... you are refused..."

"Love? Respect? What do they mean? I don't know them..."

"You can... try. Stop thinking only about yourself and about all the
injustice you met. Stop thinking of the ill that was done to you and
instead of doing ill yourself... try to help the others, to respect them,
to love them and you will see that, at least here with us, you will get
help, respect..." Luc said.

"Raphael, but do you like making love with another boy, or else, after
all they did to you..." then Albert asked.

"Of course I like it. I never feel horny for a woman, a girl, not at
all... But I'm fed with beating it all alone... But here nobody wants to do
it with me, they push me away..."

Albert then made a gesture to Luc who understood. He left Raphael on the
bed and left Albert's room. Albert went to sit on the edge of his bed,
near Raphael.

"I would like very much making love with you, you are a handsome boy,
and you are exactly my type... Would you do it with me?"

"You want to fuck me?"

"No, but if you too like me... I would like making love with you... If and
when you feel like... Don't you like me?"

"Yes, you are well built..." Raphael said, still shaken by some sobs,
looking up at him from below.

"So, then, why don't you undress me? And then... I am ready to do with you
all you ask me to do..."

"All I ask you to do? But you are older than me..."

"And what of that? Here at our place, you see, the older doesn't ever
have to prevail on the younger one, he must never use him for his own
convenience... But the older should protect the younger... and help him... and
be available to him... Therefore, if you like me and if you desire it, I'm
here, for you. And if you don't feel like it now... I will be here for you
some other time. And if you respect and try to love the others, the
others will also respect and love you."

Raphael sat up and, shyly, asked, "Do you feel like French kissing me,
now?"

Albert smiled at him, gently took his face between his hands and French
kissed him. While they were going on kissing, Raphael started to undress
Albert. In a short while they both were naked, lying on Albert's bed,
touching, caressing, and teasing each other, and gradually started to
make love.

Raphael didn't change in only one day, but gradually the wounds in his
soul healed up and the boy totally changed his behaviour. At eighteen he
became a wonderful family-head - he was a carefree, merry, at times
mischievous boy, but he was appreciated, admired, respected by everybody
and above all... he was loved.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 15

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