Message-ID: <194428Z18061995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an151170@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury....) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an151170@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 18 Jun 1995 19:39:50 UTC Subject: The Orphan (b/b) Lines: 133 z Another erotic story extracted from the vast archives of z z ... /\/\ e r c u r y ... z z Proud Purveyor of Pornoverby! z z Notes : z z 1. I did not write this story; z 2. I do not know the author; z 3. If you like it, tell me so, but don't ask for sequels; z 4. Why not post a story yourself? z 5. Are you a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends? Hmm? Write. z 6. Vote in the next election and run the Coalition out! z 7. Enjoy life while you can, because you're going to DIE! My first experience was when I was sixteen years old. That was 1912, and I was in the Orphanage at Tampock. A new wing was opening for 10 boys and one Overseer. I was one of the older ones, and had been there 4 years, so I got chosen. I gota semi private room; I shared with one other boy, whom I could choose at will. There were five boys already in the wing. I was in the entryway looking over a group of new arrivals. I had not chosen my roomate yet; There was no one there that I thought of enough to let him room with me. Dr Vogel, the "headmaster" of the orphanage took me aside, and told me that if I didn't choose someone today, he would. I hoped the new boys would provide something. I looked over the five boys standing there, clothes soaked from the buggy ride here. They were a scraggly bunch, of various shapes and sized. One blond haired boy of 11 was the smallest. His papers said his name was Martin Cole. Next was a dark small boy, not much larger than Martin. He was fourteen, Named Daniel Lehman. I immediaately was interested. He looked at at me, his black hair pasted over his dark face. He had long dark eyelashes, and huge eyes. He had full red lips, quivering with the cold. I tore myself away to examine the three other boys; 13 year old Andrew, 12 year old David, and 13 year old Michael. All were fine specimens, but none excited me like Daniel. Quickly I ordered the boys upstairs. When we reached the quarters, I broke them up to individual cots in the three Dorm rooms. Each room held 3 boys. Finally, I turned to Daniel. "There are no more bunks." I said. "You'll have to sleep with me." Michael's lowere lip began to quiver, and I knew I had made the right decision. This boy was terrified of me, and would do whatever I said. The perfect roomate. I quickly broke out blankets for the new boys, and sent them exhausted to bed. I led Daniel to my room, pushing him brusquely through the door. Daniel stood there, blankets and pillow in hand, peering up at me for orders. I didn't dissapoint him. "That bunk is yours!" Drop your linens there, and take off that jacket so I can take a look at you!" His eyes grew wide, but he quickly obeyed, unbuttoning his long winter coat and dropping it on the bed. He was wearing a canvas shirt and knickers with suspenders. Despite the coat, he was soaked through. "Look at you!" I roared. "You're soaked to the bone! Get out of those clothes immediately! And that smell! If you are going to live with me, you are going to have to wash. And you must be examined for disease, probably, too!" Daniel stood there, staring at me as I went to the door and called to one of the boys. I had him get a bucket of hot water and some rags from the cook. Meanwhile, Daniel began to remove his clothes, starting with his button up shoes and ragged stockings. He obviously had been recently orphaned, as he took each article and carefully folded it and placed it on the bed. He was just removing his shirt when Joey, one of the older boys, brought up the water, which had been already simmering on the stove on my orders. He left quickly, and I lay on the bed, preparing for an enjoyable evening. Danny peeled his wet shirt off, revealing a smooth dark chest, void of hair. His nipples were dark brown and tiny. His arms showed just the beginning of muscle, and he still had a hint of baby fat on his otherwise smooth belly. He took the towel and began washing his hands and face. he rubbed his chest and stomach, then lifted his arms and revealed the tiniest bit of fluff under his arm. Contented, he took his nightshirt and began to put it on over his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked. He dropped his head. "Nothing, sir. I-I was just undressing...." "You haven't finished washing, boy. what are you ashamed of?" "I'm shy, I guess. I'm not used to..." "Get used to it! When I give you an order, you obey it, understand?" He did. Daniel dropped his nightshirt and began to undo his pants, and pulled them off. His legs were hairless too, but firm and tight. He looked at me for mercy, but I motioned for him to continue,and comanded him to wash everywhere. Daniel began to sob gently as he turned away from me and dropped his underpants. I was delighted. His bottom was just a shade lighter than his legs, and glistened from the wetness. It was tight and firm, and shook with his motion. Silently, he began to wash each leg. I watched as he bent over, and saw his young balls for just a second. I had had enough of this angle, and ordered him to turn around. Relunctantly he did so, and my eyes froze at his penis, soft and limp, with a touch of black hair above it's base. It was about 2 1/2 inches long, and was beautiful. I watched transfixed as he washed each part of his body. His tiny fluff of pubes glistened as his rag washed his prick and balls. He turned as he washed his ass, the rag moviong up into his luscious crack. Finally he finshed, and began to dry off, then to get dressed. "One minute, lad. It's time for your exam. Scabies and the like." Daniel had given up. Quietly he approached me. I motioned for him to sit on the bed. I put my arm around his thin shoulder and began to examine him in earnest, with the perfect alibi. I lifted his arms and sifted through his hair. I lay him down and spread his legs, fingerin his balls gently. I ran my hand through his pubes, and stroked his cock invitingly. His body stiffened at that, but otherwise he didnt move. I knelt at his feet, and examined his smooth as. I spread the cheeks, and he began to sob again. My finger probed his hidden area, and he squirmed delightedly at this. Suddenly I noticed that my ministrations had had an effect. Daniel was beginning to sport a proud little hardon! END PART 1 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. 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