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Chapter Thirty-Nine: New Horizons
Walter, Elizabeth and Mary joined Daniel and the boys back at Linda and Arthur's house. It had been a busy and eventful day. Daniel decided to postpone the trip back to Fort Ogden so he could both rest and plans could be made regarding the slave boy for the immediate future. While most of the boys were playing around the pool, the adults sat in Arthur's study. The slave boy sat on the study floor.
"Elizabeth, when you came on and said the injunction had been both affirmed and remanded, I have to admit I got a lump in my throat and stopped breathing."
"Now, Daniel, that just says I'm doing my job. Remember, part of my job is to make sure I have your attention so you listen to everything we have to say."
"Well, I'll promise to listen to whatever you have to say and you need to promise not to frighten me like that again." Daniel answered with an appreciative smile.
"We had a good judge," Arthur injected, "Not only has he protected the children, but by freezing the funds he has protected the state, and us, from any claims that we are draining public revenue. He has not only kept the boys from being sold or delivered, but kept control of any funds not disbursed prior to yesterday morning. Any funds disbursed yesterday must be returned as well as any boys delivered yesterday. There's going to be some very unhappy people out there."
Everyone sat silently, smiling and contemplating the meaning of what had been accomplished. The truth was that no one really knew the full ramifications of what they had done. What everyone did comprehend was that it was good for the children. Linda broke the silence when she addressed another matter of great concern.
"What should we do now for this young boy?"
Daniel held his hand up to prevent anyone from saying anything and slid down on the floor next to the boy. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder to have him turn and face Daniel. The boy turned, but kept his vision aimed to the floor as he had been trained to do.
"Boy, do you understand what we have been talking about?"
The boy shook his head and answered. "Master, a slave does not listen to the conversations of free people."
"Boy, a slave is not supposed to listen to the conversations of free people. However, we all know you are not deaf, and sometimes what should happen and what really happens can be two different things." Daniel maintained a light tone so the boy wouldn't think he had done something wrong. "There's three very important things you need to understand." Daniel deliberately paced his speech and controlled his tone. "First, everyone in this room is concerned about your welfare. You will receive help to gain back your good health and learn to be a boy again. Second, you were not brought here to be a pleasure slave; no one will use you for sex. Third, your case is being used to protect and help a lot of other boys to avoid having to suffer like you did. Understand?" As Daniel said this he put a finger under the boy's chin to raise his head so the boy would look him in the eye. Daniel saw tears running down the boy's cheeks. "It's okay, son. Go ahead and cry, it'll do you good." Daniel kept a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Mom, we can't keep calling him 'boy'. Aren't you going to give him a name?"
"Daniel, the child had a name. Ask him what it was."
"Mom, you don't understand. When enslaved, the slave has no name. He loses everything that ties him to his past. He no longer has a name, a family, parents, friends, or rights. All he has is a number and the obligation to obey without question or be punished."
Linda looked at her son. This was the first time she realized how much her son lost when enslaved. She couldn't see him without shedding tears of her own and wondering if she would ever understand exactly what he went through. She wondered if her son and this boy suffered equally. Linda looked at her husband, who understood the unspoken question. He nodded to his wife and smiled, that was all the answer she needed.
"If he likes it, we would like to call him Jeremy, after my grandfather. Boy, do you like that name?"
The boy sat on the floor uncertain what to do or say. He was a slave, he knew it, he had been told many times that's all he was, a slave. He accepted and obeyed or was punished, severely; no one ever asked him if he liked his name or what he was told to do. The boy looked at Daniel, then to Linda, and back at Daniel. Daniel understood his confusion.
"It's okay," Daniel tried to say reassuringly, "if there is another name you would like to have, you can say so. If you like Jeremy, that's okay, too. What name would you like to have?"
"Jeremy, master. My name is Jeremy." The boy said looking first at Daniel and then to Linda. Daniel thought he might have seen a hint of a smile as the boy spoke.
"Daniel," Linda said quietly, "look out on the patio. I think you may have another problem."
A naked Danny stood in the sun on the patio watching Daniel talk with Jeremy. His slumped posture, arms extended down with the hands and fingers intertwining, and the downward tilt of his head while looking at Daniel suggested someone wasn't happy. Jealousy had shown itself. Elizabeth opened the door while Daniel motioned for the boy to come in.
Danny walked up to Daniel and put a hand across the man's shoulder. Daniel wrapped an arm around the boy's waist and asked him if he wanted to sit down. Danny straddled Daniel's legs and sat, leaning back against Daniel. The two boys sat there looking at one another, neither sure what to say or do. Danny took Daniel's right arm and pulled it over his shoulder and across his little body. Danny then looked at Jeremy and said "Mr. Dan'l, mine." The adults had to bite their lips to avoid smiling or laughing. Danny's jealousy was more than a little obvious.
"Danny, what's got into you? You don't act this way when I talk with the other boys."
Danny didn't answer; he dropped his head and stared at the floor.
"Danny, you should know by now that there may always be boys that need to talk with me, but there will always only be one special little man for me, and that's Danny. Can I have a hug?" The boy stood, wrapped his arms around Daniel's neck and melted into the man. "Have you been swimming?" Daniel guessed he had because he was naked and if there was a pool, he was in it; but he wasn't wet. That told him Danny had been standing in the sun watching them for a while.
Daniel held the boy and whispered reassurances to him. Occasionally, you could see Danny nod his head. When Daniel asked him if he could take Jeremy outside with the other boys, Danny giggled and whispered in Daniel's ear, "Jeremy's wearin' a diaper."
Daniel looked to Michael, "Do you have anything that might help Jeremy fit in better with the other boys?"
"Actually, I do. When you called me and told me the situation I picked up some special goodies. I'll have to take care of it for him, but he'll be all right for a little while. Let me take him into the bathroom for a minute." Michael held out a hand to Jeremy and with a nod from Daniel, the boy followed Michael.
About five minutes later a puzzled and very naked Jeremy walked out of the bathroom. Linda signaled for the boy to come to her. Jeremy approached her and assumed slave rest. Linda, using a mother's gentle touch, lifted the boy's chin.
"Jeremy, you don't ever have to assume that slave rest position in this house again. We want you to accept this as your new home. Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, mistress. You are mistress."
"No, I am not mistress. I am Ms Linda. Can you remember that?"
"Yes, Mistress Linda." The boy said, remaining confused. Slaves did not address their master or mistress by name. Jeremy knew this lady was one of his new owners; therefore, she was his mistress. The boy became more confused and slightly frightened when Linda placed a hand on each side of his face and then planted a light kiss on each cheek. Jeremy did not know how he was supposed to react.
He didn't have to worry long; Arthur called the boy over. "Jeremy. I'm Mr. Arthur. This will be your home from now on. We know things may be a little confusing now and moving a little fast. Try to accept that we did not bring you here to be a slave. We want to help you learn to be a normal boy again and be part of our family; that will include an education beginning with home schooling. When the right time comes, and it's best for you, you will be free again. Right now, we want you to get used to us, and your new home. Then we will move forward, one step at a time."
"Daniel, it's about time for us to start dinner. Why don't both you and Danny take Jeremy outside? But, be careful with him, his skin is very pale so he'll burn easily."
Daniel couldn't help but show a big smile as he answered, "Yes, mother," with a large dose of sarcasm.
When Daniel stepped outside, Linda left to start preparing dinner for all of her boys. Mary and Elizabeth joined her to assist. With the ladies gone, Michael took the opportunity to speak with Arthur and Walter.
"I put a soft, pliable plug in Jeremy. He can feel it, but he'd rather do that than be embarrassed with a diaper in front of the other boys. Arthur, I've instructed him on exercises he can do to help restore the muscle. If he doesn't exercise, the muscle will correct itself in time, it'll just take longer."
"What do you think is the best course of action for the boy right now? What should Linda and I be doing for him?"
"The psychologist, and possibly Daniel, can answer that better than me. My guess right now would be for you to understand he's been through a lot and for you to be patient with him. It might be a good idea if we talk with Daniel after supper and see what he recommends."
"Michael," Walter interjected, "have you arranged for a psychologist to help the boy? What I'm trying to say is this. The network would like to follow this story all the way through. It would be a long term special report for us. We're willing to help with the expenses."
Michael looked to Arthur for an answer. "All I can promise right now is our cooperation. This could get very complicated. We have to consider a lot of issues. What will be the boy's status when we win? Is he a ward of the state or a free person to be returned to his parents? Will his parents want him back? Is he the same person they lost? If the boys have been improperly enslaved, who gets them and who gets the compensation? Who pays the compensation? I'd have to sit down with a legal pad to write out all the issues we may have opened between yesterday and today. As far as following Jeremy's progress, I think it's a good idea. However, we would want to limit his personal exposure to protect him."
"There's one more thing, and I'll ask you to keep this confidential," Michael stated, "I'm not sure that Daniel has fully come to grips with his past. I'm going to talk with the psychologist that will take care of Jeremy and suggest Daniel sit in on some of the sessions. Maybe he can get Daniel to open up. I'd really like to see Daniel let me have those scars on his back cleared. Also, maybe if Jeremy knows what Daniel went through and can see what he has become, it will give Jeremy valuable support."
"What scars are you referring to?" Walter asked curiously.
"Daniel's first owner, and his two sons, were very sadistic. He was used as both a pleasure slave and a whipping toy. It's better if Daniel explains a lot of this to you."
After dinner the adults gathered in the family room and watched the boys relax. Linda and Michael were pleased that Jeremy ate some regular food. Linda was concerned about how little he ate, but Michael advised her to let him eat a little several times a day. It wouldn't take long for his system to adjust from slave chow to regular food and as he adjusted his appetite would improve.
"Mom, there's something else you and Arthur need to keep in mind. The changes we are asking that boy to make are huge. They are so huge I'm not sure I could put it into words."
"When he was enslaved, his whole world turned upside down. He was ten years old when, most likely, the Slave Police showed up at the front door, forcefully entered the house, stripped him, chained him and dragged him out of the house. He was scared and crying. Everything he knew, his whole world, was gone."
"At the auction center his hair was clipped, he was bathed, oiled and displayed. He probably felt the tawse more than once for looking where he wasn't supposed to or asking a question, or just crying. He was thrown in with other boys in the same situation. Together, they formed a living hell."
"The secure and loving life he knew was gone. He knew it because he would have been told many times. They also told him he was a piece of property to be sold, beaten and abused at the will of his owner. He could be beaten just because his owner was bored."
"When he was bought and delivered to his new owner as a pleasure slave, someone raped him. His owner probably told a lot of people they were the first. The boy wouldn't dispute it for fear of being beaten. In time he learned being a pleasure slave was his new world. If he wanted to live he did what he was told when he was told. If he didn't, he suffered. In time, he accepted."
"What that boy will have to endure now is no less traumatic than when he was enslaved. The world and life of a slave became what he knew and understood. Regardless of how ugly it was, he was secure because he understood what was expected of him."
Linda watched Daniel as he talked. She saw the far-off look in his eyes and knew he was reliving his own experience. As a mother she so desperately wanted to take those memories away, but knew she couldn't. Unshed tears floated in her eyes.
"Right now, be patient with him. You will want to give him love, he won't know if it's safe to accept your love much less try to return it. You may think he's being cold and distant and rejecting you when you wrap your arms around him and hold him. He is being cold and distant, that's what he's learned to do to avoid being hurt. Show him love any way. One day you'll put your arms around him, or maybe he'll be lying on the sofa or floor with his head in your lap and he'll break. He'll break down and cry the tears he's been afraid to shed for two years. When he does break, then he can begin to recover."
"In the interim, keep him busy. He needs something to keep himself occupied. You've already told him he will be responsible for the pool and lawn. Make sure he does it. If he does it wrong, tell him so. Don't be surprised if he tests you, so be honest with him. It took dad months just to get me to wear clothes again. I didn't wear clothes because I knew that slaves were kept naked. I hadn't worn clothes since the day I was tied in the basement. Give him time, he'll come around."
Mary watched both Daniel as he spoke and Linda as she watched him. As a mother, she understood what Linda felt. Also, as a mother, she knew she was more thankful that Clay was with Daniel, and had not been picked up and enslaved. As a mother, she knew she wanted her son home; her husband could leave. She saw her sons outside and went to them.
"Marich, we must go in a few minutes. You will see Clay again, I promise you. If you don't want to dress, you may stay as you are."
"But, Mama, Papa will be mad. He won't even let me swim naked any more."
"Marich, you are of an age where you do not have to wear clothes. You may stay as you are and let me deal with your father."
"Marich, wear your clothes." Clay stated matter-of-factly. "Mama, I don't want to cause any more trouble at home. If Marich goes home naked he could wind up on the streets like I did. He's way too young. He needs to stay home where he can go to school and have a normal life. I can't go back, Mama. I love you, but I can't go back, he would just throw me out again."
"Clayton, I have talked with Daniel; we will visit again, soon. You should know that since that night, your father and I have not been together; we have separate rooms. You did not break our marriage; he did when he rejected his first son. I want you home and I will fight to get you back. Right now, I accept and appreciate that you are being cared for and have friends that accept you. Remember this, you are my son and I will always love you, no matter what."
"Also, I am putting some of the New Horizon brochures in the shops and telling people to take them. I will do all I can to win support for Daniel and what he wants to do. Nothing, and no one, will stop me."
After everyone left, Daniel and Arthur spent some time discussing the federal case. Arthur assured Daniel he was certain the injunction would be upheld, particularly since it was upheld on the state level and the state set the standard for the exemptions. Daniel then took time to be alone with his mother.
Linda sat on the living room sofa with her thoughts. It was quiet; she was able to consider all the emotions she had felt earlier in the evening.
"Mom?"
Linda smiled when Daniel called to her. She loved the sound of his voice and particularly loved to hear him call her 'Mom'. She was, but he made it sound so special. She patted the cushion, indicating he should sit next to her.
"Penny for your thoughts," he offered.
"I used to tell you that quite often when you were a little boy."
"I know, I remember. I also remember you never gave me the penny."
"Oh, Daniel, I don't think there is any way I can express how proud I am of what you've become and what you're doing."
"Mom, are you going to get sentimental on me?"
"Yes, it's a mother's privilege, and I'll do it if I want to young man."
"Yes, ma'am." He answered with an understanding chuckle.
Linda placed a an arm around her son, pulled him in close and tilted her head to lie on his.
"Remember doing this when you were a little boy?"
"Mmmmm. It was always so relaxing and somehow made me feel secure. This is what you did for me that weekend."
"That infamous weekend. You know, I never forgave your father for what he did. He tried to explain why he did it, but there was no reason on this earth good enough to justify his actions. We were never together again after that day. At first I was bitter, then, my bitterness turned to hatred. Today, I'm still bitter. The only thing that helps is knowing you're alright and happy."
"Mom, sometimes I think it was a lifetime ago. Other times, it seems as though it was only yesterday. Strangely, I don't hate him any more, I don't feel anything for him. I never asked you where you buried him, guess I never cared."
"I didn't." Daniel looked at his mother, surprised. "I told them to take him to the crematorium. His soul was going to burn in hell so his body might as well do the same. When they asked me about his ashes I told them to throw them out with the garbage. I didn't regret it then and I don't regret it today."
Nothing more was said. Daniel enjoyed feeling his mother run her fingers through his hair. This is how she held him the night before he was taken away. It was also the way she had held him many other nights. Linda enjoyed holding her son.
Michael and Daniel shared the guesthouse with Jeremy, just as they had done the night before. Jeremy lay on the mattress. The plug had been replaced with a fresh diaper.
Michael and Daniel enjoyed a long, hot shower. It had been a long time since they had this much private time and could relax with one another. As they walked out of the bathroom, Daniel saw Jeremy staring at the ceiling.
"Jeremy?"
Upon hearing his name, Jeremy automatically assumed the slave submit position. He got on his knees and sat back on his heels, placing his hands behind his back he stared down at the floor. Daniel, on seeing this and nude, walked up to the boy, sat down in front of him and crossed his legs.
"Jeremy, when I called your name, why did you get in this position?"
"Sir, it is the proper position until I am told what to do."
Daniel lifted the boy's head to look into his eyes. "Is this what you were taught at the brothel?"
The boy's eyes began to tear-up as he nodded.
"You don't have to do this any more. That life is over, behind you. I understand things are a little confusing for you now. Maybe things are changing faster than you can understand them, but it is for the better. Jeremy, I understand how you feel and I'll be here to help you. If you need me all you have to do is pick up the phone and call me."
Jeremy looked at Daniel confused and questioning. Didn't Daniel know that slaves were not allowed to call? How could this man possibly understand? Daniel turned so the boy could see his back.
"Go ahead, touch my back. Look at it and feel what is there. Do you know what that is?"
"Yes, mas ^Å Yes, sir. Whip marks." Jeremy replied with an obvious tone of fear in his whispering voice.
"Jeremy, don't be afraid. I don't let many people see those scars. The boys know about them. What I want you to know is you can change back to being a happy boy. You can come out of this, but it will take time. I know, because I was once a slave." Jeremy's face registered his surprise. "My father had me enslaved on my thirteenth birthday against my mother's wishes. I had a very sadistic master who did this to me. He sold me, and my new master brought me back. My new master let me know that he cared, he sowed patience and had me working with a therapist. I learned to be a person again. Eventually, he freed me and then, with my mother's consent, adopted me. That is what Mr. Arthur and Ms. Linda want to do for you. Be patient and learn to trust them."
"When your body heals and you no longer need a plug or a diaper, would you like to visit us for a few days at Fort Ogden? We have over one hundred boys there."
Jeremy's smile was all the answer Daniel needed. He nodded to the boy and let him know it was time to get some rest.
Daniel and the boys headed back to Fort Ogden shortly after breakfast. All the boys said goodbye to Jeremy and thanked their host and hostess. Daniel let his mom and Arthur know, in front of Jeremy, he had promised Jeremy he could come for a visit when his body healed. Linda and Arthur promised to bring him over when he was ready.
Daniel sat in the second seat with Ryan and Danny. Both boys were in the required booster seats and safety harnesses. Ryan was asleep, Danny wasn't.
"I'm hot." Danny complained.
Daniel removed the boy from his booster seat and placed him so he straddled Daniel's lap. Daniel removed the boy's shirt. When he asked Danny if that felt better, Danny nodded and started pulling his shorts off. Daniel lifted the boy and removed his shorts. With a very naked Danny in his lap he asked the boy if he was happy now. Danny nodded while showing that special smile and tilt of the head. Daniel laughed.
"I think I know someone who just wanted some attention."
When Danny continued to pour on the charm, Daniel gripped the boy by his sides and lifted him high enough to give him a loud and wet raspberry on his belly. Danny squealed and giggled. Daniel lifted the boy and gave him a bigger raspberry, causing Danny to squeal and giggle louder. Danny's squealing woke Ryan, who after watching Daniel play with Danny decided he wanted to be naked and get some attention.
Ryan's mentor, Isaac looked to Daniel who nodded it was okay to take the boy out of his seat. When Isaac, who had already removed his shirt, set the boy in his lap Ryan let him know he wanted to be naked like Danny. After stripping his young charge, Isaac put his arm under Ryan's legs and lifted him sideways. Isaac growled like a bear and acted like he was going to eat up Ryan, who soaked up the attention. The sight and sounds of the two young naked boys squealing and giggling had everyone in the van laughing. Shortly, the two young ones were sleeping in their mentor's laps.
As the vans stopped in front of the administration building, the boys woke. Daniel opened the van door and exited with Danny still in his arms. When he turned around, Daniel saw most of the boys getting out of the vans naked. He laughed, wondering when all this happened and glad he didn't have to explain it to a policeman. While he laughed he also thought 'welcome home, guys'.
Several boys came up to greet them as the vans emptied. Daniel looked around for Sean but didn't see him. Danny decided it was play time and suddenly bent over backwards while Daniel held him. Danny expected Daniel to catch him, which he did. Then he tossed the boy over his shoulder and, grabbing a small ankle and lifting it straight up, let Danny fall down his back, hanging upside down. This brought out new levels of squealing delight from the little boy.
"Hey, Mr. Dan'l, Mr. Barry's serving lunch," one of the older boys called out.
Daniel didn't respond, he knew he didn't need to. He just thought 'that's right, keep the priorities straight guys'. He followed the boys to the dining hall.
When they entered the dining hall, all eyes turned to Daniel and Danny, Danny saw to that. To make the boy squeal louder Daniel not only held him upside down by his ankle, he used the other hand to tickle the bottom of his foot. Daniel spotted Sean and walked in his direction. Sean stepped behind Daniel and, placing a hand under each arm pit, took Danny who automatically wrapped his legs around his mentor.
"I'll take care of him, Mr. Dan'l."
"I know you will Sean. So does Danny."
While the boys were being served, Daniel took the opportunity to walk around and visit with the boys. There were many 'welcome backs' called in his direction. He asked several of the boys what they had been up to. Some he asked if it was better that he didn't ask, which elicited a guilty smile. Daniel knew which boys had most likely been up to some private fun and sometimes enjoyed teasing them.
After lunch, Daniel told his staff he thought it might be a good idea to spend some time with the boys unless there was an emergency that needed to be addressed. The week had been rewarding, but draining at the same time. For some reason, coming back to Fort Ogden had felt more like coming home than with other trips. Daniel didn't know why, but he did know he was glad to see and be with the boys again.
The staff put together teams consisting of mostly boys with at least one staff member as a player, not a coach. They paired off for games of baseball, volley ball, basketball and soccer. Before it was over all the staff members were running around as naked as the boys. The boys teased them about their lily-white butts and parts that would get sunburned. There was a time when Daniel wouldn't do this, he didn't want the boys to see his back; now it didn't matter, they knew. After a game it was a race for the pool to rinse off and cool off.
While most of the boys played, Daniel noticed Thad, TJ, Evan and Clay walk off together. He watched them for a moment and saw them laugh and push one another as teenage boys will sometimes do. If they were friends and wanted to shoot the breeze for a little while rather than join in the games, Daniel didn't care.
"So, how'd it go?" asked TJ.
"Not bad," answered Thad. "We stayed at Mr. Dan'l's mom's house, her and his step- dad. They were cool. Great house; it had a pool, a game room and even a guesthouse."
"Yeah," added Clay, "we got to stay in the guesthouse a couple of nights."
"Big deal. No good if you have to share with a bunch of other guys."
"We shared the house, not the bedroom," noted Thad. The other boys showed a knowing grin. "Then the last two nights Mr. Dan'l and Dr. Mike had the guesthouse. They had the slave boy in there. Man, he was some kinda fucked up."
"Whadda ya mean?"
"He was enslaved when he was ten years old. Sold to pay off money his old man owed. The whole time he was a boy whore in Miami. He'd been plowed so much his butt wouldn't close up. Man, it was bad; you really felt bad for him. When you looked at his face there was nothin' there, he was like a zombie or somethin'. And they didn't feed him right neither; you could look at him and tell. His skin looked sick and you could count his ribs even with him doubled over."
"We saw him on the television yesterday. When he came on everybody just hushed. You coulda heard a pin drop in the rec. hall."
"Well, Dr. Mike's takin' care of him now. I heard Mr. Dan'l tell his step-dad that when his butt closes, they're gonna let him come visit here. I think they're thinkin' we'd be a good influence on him."
All four boys smiled. They knew what Daniel meant, but they also knew what other things the boy might see.
Thad put his arm around Clay's waist. Their warm bodies touching was enough for both boys to start getting aroused. TJ and Evan watched them and knew what was about to happen.
"Clay, you remember that plowin' I promised you before we got kicked outta the guesthouse? It's roto-rooter time; time to keep my promise. I got a special lube plug with me that's got your name on it" Clay blushed but wore a big grin.
Thad and Clay walked off, behind the low bushes where the twins once held class for the Captain's son. Before they were on the ground, two very hot teenagers were locked in a passionate kiss with hands and feet roaming everywhere.
TJ and Evan could hear the moans of sexual pleasure coming from nearby. The sounds only encouraged their love making. Fingers pinched nipples while thighs rubbed against sacs and tongues moved in and out. Neither boy could get enough, fast enough. When TJ ran his fingernails up Evan's side, Evan had to break the kiss and inhaled so sharply it sounded like a hiss. TJ took advantage and rolled on top while burying himself in the side of Evan's neck. He licked, chewed and sucked, not caring what kind of marks were left for everyone to see. While he worked his lover's neck, TJ used one hand to stimulate the nipples and the other to begin preparing the boy for entry. Once entered, Evan gasped and arched his back. As he relaxed he wrapped his legs around TJ to pull him in closer and harder.
Hearing TJ and Evan drove Thad and Clay to new heights of passion. They couldn't get enough of one another. They couldn't decide if they wanted to feel, smell or taste the other, so they did it all. Thad loved swallowing Clay's organ and the feel as it moved in and out of his throat. Clay groaned in satisfaction when he felt Thad swallow and the throat muscles massaged his organ of pleasure. When Thad swallowed one testicle and then the other, Clay began bouncing off the ground. Thad used this time to prepare Clay for a long, hard entry. Thad wanted to be gentle, but he wanted to feel the tightness and silky smooth surface of Clay's love canal gripping his pole. Thad was larger than most boys his age and had learned on the streets how to use his large size for pleasure. Many would gasp when he first entered and then beg for more. Clay was no exception. Thad could please his partner and take pleasure for himself.
When the boys walked back to the sports area, many of the boys stopped and grinned at them. Everyone knew what the four of them had been doing; everyone, including Daniel and the rest of the staff. The boys got worried when Daniel approached them. Clay stepped behind Thad, trying to hide.
Daniel knew what they had been doing. They smelled of sex and had not cleaned all their juices off. The dirt on Clay's and Evan's backs said a lot. He deliberately stood there and let them squirm. They didn't understand that Daniel knew what it was like to be a teenage boy in heat. They were boys being boys, but he let them squirm to the delight of the others. Finally, he spoke to them.
"Don't you boys think you need to get cleaned up? If you need some help I'm sure some of the other boys could put together a GI party." Daniel said with a smile.
The four boys were shocked, but quickly gathered their wits. As they called back 'no sir, we got it' over their shoulders, they streaked to the pool.
End Chapter Thirty-Nine
To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com