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Chapter Ninety-Five: New Horizons
"Paul, is everyone in the room with you?" Daniel asked.
Daniel had contacted Paul and asked him to have Barry, Rick, Mark, Greg, Terry, the professors and himself congregate in Daniel's office for a conference call. Daniel didn't explain why the call was necessary, but did state it was urgent and he would explain when everyone was together.
"We're all here, Daniel. What's up?" Paul responded.
"I am not in Orlando or at the resort right now. Several of us are with the governor and Amos Crawford in Tampa; we're at the slave center. Due to the recent law suit and confirmation of the ruling by the appellate court, New Horizons is about to have a population explosion.
"Paul, your fax machine should start up at any moment. The fax is a list of names and ages of slaves that are being freed and made wards of the state. The state is placing them in our care."
"Daniel," Paul interrupted, "you said a population explosion. How many are we talking about?"
"Right now, approximately one-hundred thirty boys ranging in age from eight to seventeen. Fifty-one of them are here in Tampa and all but five will be moved to our facilities. Before anyone says anything, let me finish. Hopefully, I'll answer a lot of your questions as I go through this. I'm also going to throw out some ideas for everyone to consider. Remember, nothing is in concrete yet, except that we are going to be responsible for these kids.
"I know it will strain our facilities. I'm counting on the boys there to be willing to chip in and work with us. My suggestion is that we stack the beds. The beds are actually military style bunks that we've had broken down as singles. Barry, you'll need to let me know how many beds you have in inventory. If we need more we have an agreement with the state for more to be brought in.
"Feeding all these kids will be a challenge. Barry, we should plan on having all, or most, of the kids there within the next three days. I don't know what your food supplies are and I don't feel right going to our sponsors and asking for double what they have been contributing. We need to purchase some of what we need. The state will be paying us a per diem equal to their current expenses to care for the boys. The specifics are included in the fax coming to you.
"Paul, you will need to oversee this operation. I'd like to be with the kids in Orlando. I'd also like to be in Tampa, Jacksonville and Miami getting the other kids, but it just can't happen. That means that you will need to form at least three teams. One to go to Miami, one to Jacksonville, and one to handle things there. Any questions so far?"
"About a hundred," Paul answered, giving all the men a light laugh. "Daniel, we don't have enough clothes to move these boys around. What about buses and transportation? Are these boys permanent or are we going to try and send some back to their families? Do any of these boys have special needs? I can think of a few more."
"That's okay. Let's take the questions one at a time. Remember, we didn't worry about clothes for the first group and everything worked out. These boys are all currently slaves so they are accustomed to being seen in all their natural beauty by everyone. The state will provide buses, drivers and meals en route.
"We will be trying to reunite as many boys as possible with their families, but it's going to take time. We'll be responsible for them until then. I'll explain exactly what's going on when I return. The story is too long to go into it over the phone. Right now, our priority has to be with the boys and getting them secure. Five of the boys here will not be coming there immediately. They've been abused and Michael is taking them to the hospital for treatment; their backs are nothing more than scars."
The men in the administration room looked at one another, all feeling disgusted that anyone would abuse a boy in such a manner.
"I don't know much about the boys in Miami and Jacksonville. When the team sees them one of the first things to determine is whether any show signs of similar abuse. If they do, they need to come to Orlando for treatment."
"Daniel," Mark spoke up, "do you have a time frame on when we can get these boys?"
"As soon as you can get to them."
The boys and the staff had gathered in the mess hall for lunch. While the boys were being served, Paul announced that when they finished their lunch, they were not to leave the hall. There was something very important he needed to discuss with them and ask for their support. However, since hamburgers were being served, and everyone knew that hot hamburgers were much better than cold hamburgers, they would wait until everyone had eaten to talk. Postponing the talk with the boys did not mean the staff couldn't discuss matters amongst themselves. Paul led the group.
"Rick, Barry, we know you two will need to stay here to help get things organized. Given what Daniel told us about their experience with the boys, I think we need to have in each group a range of ages. Jeff and Larry are both in Orlando with the boys, but Daniel said Jeff will be able to break free. Carl, if you don't mind going with Jeff, Terry can also go and we'll add two of the boys that are closer in age to the boys you'll be getting. Daniel said Elizabeth will come here to pick you up and meet a bus in Orlando. >From there you will travel to Jacksonville.
"Mark, you can team up with Bernie and Greg and two of the boys to go to Miami. Arthur offered his car for transportation to West Palm. You'll meet Linda, who will follow with a friend in another car to bring the vehicles back to her house. Does anyone see any issues with those groups?" Everyone shook their heads and waited. Mark spoke up.
"Do you have any specific boys in mind or are we going to ask for volunteers?"
"If I could make a suggestion," Professor Carl Lewis spoke up, "why don't you explain to the boys what's happening and where we'll be going. I'm sure some of them would feel more than a little apprehensive about entering a slave center. Paul, I imagine you know these boys as well as anyone. Whoever volunteers you could make a quick decision on who you think is best. I can think of a number of them personally that I'm sure could handle the situation." Paul looked around the table as each man nodded in agreement.
"Okay, that's what we'll do. Somehow, I don't think Rick will have any trouble getting help from the boys; Barry either.
"Daniel said the boys were ready whenever we could get to them. My impression was that he wanted to know why we weren't there yesterday." Paul stated, smiling.
"If no one thinks we might be pushing it too hard, I'd like to see us moving on this, this afternoon, particularly since Elizabeth is on her way now. Carl, that should put you and your group in Orlando tonight, Jacksonville before noon tomorrow. Mark, you and your group could be in Miami tonight." Again, the men nodded their agreement.
"Daniel said he would call us early this afternoon with names and numbers of someone to contact. I think I'd like to contact these people and ask them about the boys, particularly whether any of them show outward signs of abuse. If they do, Daniel wants those boys taken straight to the hospital."
The men sat quietly while the boys ate. The topic of a boy being abused or whipped always dampened their mood. The men were also curious to know what was happening. Daniel had stated the explanation would be too long for the phone call, but that didn't do anything to sate the men's curiosity. Little was said regarding the matter other than to discuss whether Barry had the facilities to feed all the boys. Everyone knew that, even if Barry didn't have the facilities, they would find a way to make it work. The same attitude went for the beds and other facilities the boys would need. Paul finally rose to get the boys' attention.
"Guys, can I have your attention? Quiet, please."
Most of the boys had been speculating on what it was Paul wanted to tell them. Their curiosity was enough to get them to quiet down quickly.
"I know all of you are curious about what we have to tell you. First, to ease the minds of those concerned, this has nothing to do with your trips to Orlando. The trips are still on and everyone will have their turn." To no one's surprise, the boys reacted with a loud cheer.
"All of you know that there have been a number of law suits, debates, etcetera going on, regarding the enslavement of boys. I believe most of you know about the ruling that came down a few weeks ago where the judge decided that many of the boys enslaved were enslaved illegally; in other words, without due process to protect their rights. The decision was appealed and the appellate court upheld the lower court's ruling." The boys again reacted with whoops and yells of support. It took Paul a little longer to quiet them this time.
"Well, the end result is that we are about to experience, as Mr. Daniel so aptly stated, a population explosion. In other words, there will be a lot of boys, ex-slaves, coming to New Horizons."
"When they comin', Mr. Paul? Do ya know how many?" someone yelled out.
"They are being held in three different locations right now. Mr. Daniel is with the group in Tampa and he hopes to be out of there no later than tomorrow. The other two groups, which are a little smaller, are in Miami and Jacksonville. They may also be here tomorrow. Our little group here will just about double in size.
"Before I continue with what we need to do here, I have something else to share with you. Mr. Daniel is in Tampa, as I said. He also has with him Jeremy, TJ and Evan. If you boys think back to when we first got you, and you think about how much you trusted, or didn't trust, adults; you'll understand why he has them there. Mr. Daniel thought the slave boys would be more willing to accept what Jeremy or one of the other boys said before trusting an adult. Anyone disagree?" The boys snickered and blushed a little, but said nothing.
"That's okay, fellas. Believe me when I say that we understood. Believe me also when I say some of you were a royal pain in the ass in the beginning." The boys laughed and Paul knew they were with him.
"Yeah, but we sure got some nice ass bouncin' around here, now," Someone yelled out.
"Joey, how can you tell? You spend so much time layin' on your back," Joey turned crimson while the other boys pointed at him and laughed. Joey didn't think anyone could pick him out of the crowd as the one who hollered out. Paul had definitely one-upped him.
"What I'm trying to say is that we want to send two of you, one in his mid-teens, the other a pre-teen, with each group to Miami and Jacksonville. You need to understand that you will be going into a slave center. You will be with adults from here, people you know and trust, but it is a slave center, never the less. This is strictly a volunteer only trip." The boys looked at one another. Paul could hear the boys mumbling to each other, and waited patiently.
"Mr. Paul, Bobby and me'll do it," Tanner, age fourteen, volunteered himself and his eleven year old brother.
"Me and Alex, too, Mr. Paul," Fifteen year old Timmy volunteered for himself and his twelve year old brother.
"Boys, I want you to be sure now. Remember, you don't have to do this." The boys looked at one another and nodded their agreement to Paul.
Paul explained the need to set up more beds and make adjustments. All the boys seemed more than willing to help out. When the boys walked out to meet with Rick, Paul waited. When Joey came by, Paul reached for the boy's arm. Joey looked down, a little embarrassed and blushing.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Paul. I know I shouldn't a been such a smart ass. Am I in trouble?"
"No, Joey, you're not in trouble. Actually, that remark of yours helped relieve some of the tension in the air. I just wanted you to know that no ones upset with you. Okay?"
Joey looked at Paul and smiled the kind of bright, happy smile that only a kid can give you. Paul hugged him and then lightly popped the boy on the butt as he sent Joey on his way. Joey responded by wiggling his tanned, teenage bubble butt at the men as he trotted off, following the other guys, and laughing.
"Paul, do you think it's a good idea to bring all those boys in here at the same time?" Carl Lewis asked after the boys had left. "Would it be better to bring in one group at a time?"
"I'm not following you, Carl," Paul responded.
"Well, we'll be doubling up on the number of boys. The boys here are all settled and willing to help. It seems that these new boys will most likely be more than just a little nervous about coming to a strange place. The big-brother' policy you instituted seems to work well for the younger boys. I was thinking a similar policy along the lines of a buddy system might help the new boys. However, if you bring in too many at one time, it could be overwhelming." Paul looked around the table waiting to see if someone had anything to contribute.
"I'm not as experienced as Professor Lewis or Professor Hofstetter, and certainly not as well educated," Greg began expressing his opinion, "but I can remember when I first started college. It was my first time away from home on my own. The school had students a couple of years older act as advisors and escorts for us. It gave us someone to go to for help or guidance. When I entered grad school, it was the same way. At the time I didn't think about it much, but now I know it really helped me."
"The same for me," Terry added. "It may not be the first time away from their parents, being slaves and all, but I'm guessing it might be the first time they've had to make decisions and do things without having someone tell them what to do or how to do it on a regular basis. I guess I'm trying to say that the overseer or master or however they were supervised, substituted for directions from a parent. Here, they'll have to rely on themselves more. Having a buddy their own age could be a big help."
"If I may add my opinion to all this, "Bernie Hofstetter spoke up, "I understand that Daniel wants to get these boys out of the slave centers as quickly as possible. The boys are probably more than a little confused and frightened at the moment. We can all understand why Daniel feels the way he does. However, is it in the boys' best interest to move them out of one confusing circumstance and bring them straight into another? When we talk about bringing the boys here in smaller groups, aren't we still thinking in terms of within the next few days? The boys will be cared for and instructions have been given not to harm them. I suggest it's better to slow down and make sure we keep control of the situation."
"Daniel." The governor and Arthur tapped Daniel on his shoulder to get his attention. Daniel had been sitting with Michael, listening to him make arrangements to transfer the five boys to Orlando Medical.
"Daniel, we just located the judge. He's not in town but he is driving back tonight so he can review the papers on the boys and release them. We don't expect the signing until tomorrow morning," Arthur informed Daniel. "We did tell him about the five boys we want to move to Orlando Medical and he didn't think there was any problem so long as the state agreed. Then, he told us he didn't see any harm in moving all the boys out of here tonight if everyone was in agreement."
"Has anyone called for a bus?" Daniel asked.
"Let's get Amos in this conversation," the governor stated.
While the governor walked off to get Amos, Daniel's cell phone rang. When Amos joined them, Daniel was still on the phone. The men could hear Daniel's side of the conversation; he made no attempt to keep the call private. By the time Daniel ended the call, all the men had a good idea what was being discussed. The governor was the first to speak.
"Daniel, you look as though you're at odds with yourself? Is there a problem?"
"Governor, I am at odds with myself and creating my own problems. One part of me says get those boys out of the centers and to Fort Ogden as quickly as possible, while another side says that the professors back at camp have a good point.." Daniel paused, and gave the men an embarrassed smile.
"Sorry, maybe I should explain. We have two retired professors that help us with the boys. Their backgrounds are in psychology and sociology. They have suggested that we should bring the boys in one group at a time to avoid overwhelming both the new boys and the boys we currently have. A buddy system has also been suggested so one of our current boys will buddy up with one of these boys to act as sort of a mentor until the new boy settles in."
"And your problem is you think it's a good idea but still want the boys out of the centers now, right?" The governor asked Daniel, smiling. "Daniel, we appreciate your feelings for these boys, but maybe they're right. The boys are being cared for and when you consider what they've already been through, would one or two more night s really hurt? You know, while they are at the slave center, if you had a couple of your people with them to let them know what's happening, maybe we can arrange to have the tattoos removed at the center."
"Daniel." Michael had ended his call. "The hospital says they can take the boys in tomorrow morning. The doctors will come in tomorrow afternoon for the initial exams but they've told me that it's been their experience that the younger patients seem to move through the program more quickly. When I told them the ages of these boys and what I saw, they seem to think the boys may be there only a week to ten days. They're going to set up two rooms in the assisted living area. That way the boys will be able to move around more freely. Mr. Thorpe seems to think the boys might be able to visit with some of the seniors and help them, too. Oh, and while the boys are being treated, any tattoos or other markings will be treated."
"Michael," Elizabeth interjected before Daniel could respond. "Did Mr. Thorpe say what time you should bring them in?"
"Any time after ten in the morning that's convenient to us. We did agree to have them there no later than noon so he could let the doctors make their plans."
"Daniel, I want to suggest something. In the past, we've shown these boys on television and received quite a response. However, the only time we showed a boy not in good health was when Sean and Mikey were in the hospital. Suppose I could arrange to have a camera crew at the hospital. We could take pictures of the boys as they are now, showing what kind of cruelty they were subjected to, and then show them again when they left. It could work well for public sentiment for doing away with slavery altogether."
Daniel looked at the governor and then Amos; both men nodded their approval. Elizabeth reached for her cell phone and made the calls. Daniel turned to look at the boys again. He laughed when he spotted the boys gather around TJ, Evan and Jeremy, asking questions. Since they were in another room, the adults hadn't been watching the boys or listening in on their conversations. All the boys seemed to be either laughing or trying to figure out if the three boys were pulling their leg.
"Daniel," the governor spoke, "looks like your three boys just sat down and took charge of everything in there. "Made themselves comfortable, too. Think you'll be able to get clothes back on them?" All of the adults just laughed.
It took a good portion of the afternoon to complete the paperwork to release the boys to New Horizons. While the paperwork was being processed the boys were taken outside again to swim or just sit around and talk. Daniel noticed that many of the boys didn't seem to have any trouble opening up to Jeremy, TJ or Evan, while others seemed to walk around in a daze. The big question was whether the boys were just overwhelmed or did they have much deeper issues? Daniel turned to Arthur.
"Arthur, I hate asking you this, but would you mind going with me and these boys back to Fort Ogden? After we get them settled in I'd like to be back here in the morning to go to the hospital with the other boys."
"No, I don't mind at all. Do you think it would help if Jeremy came along? He seems to have connected with a number of the boys."
"Good idea. He can ride back up with us in the morning and rejoin the group for his vacation," Daniel responded and then turned to signal TJ and Evan to join him. While he waited on TJ and Evan, he turned to the governor.
"Do you think we could get Sims to let us have some clothes for the boys? Preferably something not slave related?" TJ and Evan stood next to Daniel.
"Boys, we're getting out of here shortly." The boys continued to just look at Daniel. "Don't you think you should put your clothes on? We're having clothes brought in for the other boys."
"But, Mr. Dan'l, we didn't have ta wear clothes out when we left that place," TJ protested.
"That's because we were not in the city and you were on a bus. Here, we have to walk outside and these boys are free now. Legally, some of them are too old to go nude outside. So are you, by the way."
"Yes, sir," TJ answered. "I still think they should change that law. It's a lot more comfortable bein' naked. I don't care if people see me; actually, I kinda like it." TJ grinned. Daniel looked over to see the governor and Amos trying, without much success, to stifle their laughter.
"TJ!" Daniel said sternly and the boy blushed while he grinned. Without another word TJ and Evan found their clothes. Daniel watched and noticed the other boys were asking questions. When the other boys started getting a little giddy, Daniel assumed that every boy knew what was about to happen.
"Mr. Dan'l," Jeremy spoke, "I'm not too old to go naked. If you need my clothes for one of them, it's okay with me. I agree with TJ; I'd rather be naked most of the time, anyway." Arthur rolled his eyes and then wrapped an arm around Jeremy's waist and picked him up.
Sims joined the group. He carried several pairs of shorts, all of which appeared to be much too large for the boys.
"I'm afraid all we have is adult sizes. All the boys that came through here, we gave their clothes to charity and their new masters always wanted them left naked."
Sims gave each of the boys a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. There was no doubt that everything was way too big but the boys managed to keep them up. All that is, except Nathan. When Nathan removed his hand, his shorts just fell to the floor. The boy may have been fifteen, but he was much smaller than your average fifteen year old.
Jeremy and the other boys watched as Nathan tried to keep his shorts up. No one had a pin or anything that could be used to fasten the sorts. Finally, Jeremy, laughing with the rest of the boys, took his clothes off again and handed them to Nathan. The teen grinned when his shorts didn't fall to the floor. Jeremy smiled as he led the larger group of boys out to the bus.
The five boys were excited to be leaving the slave center. They were in awe of the limousine, with its soft upholstery and wet bar. The governor offered each of them a drink, which they thought was a major treat. The boys couldn't decide what intrigued them the most, the inside of the limousine or everything they could see through the windows. When Evan gave them a questioning look, Donald had to explain that slaves didn't ride anywhere, they were shipped.
"Slaves were not supposed to know anything about the outside world. If they did, then the slave might get unhappy and be hard to handle. If a slave was hard to handle, then he was either whipped into shape or they used a electric prod on 'im. A slave was taught to think only of pleasing his master or whoever his master said he was to take care of. Since we was supposed to be slaves for life, we didn't need to know or think about anything but pleasin' our master.
"If we was sent somewhere to put on a show or please somebody we was shipped. The slave had to get in a wooden crate. In the crate they used cuffs to secure us so we couldn't move. What else they did depended on how far we had ta go. The crates only had little holes in 'em for air and so they could stick a straw through for us ta get a drink of water. If the crate was made of metal bars, then they usually put a hood over our head so we couldn't see anything.
"Even at the club we didn't know what was happenin' outside. The rooms we were in didn't have windows. We never knew if it was day or night. We just knew when they said to get up or go to sleep. They told us we couldn't think. Thinkin' would just make us unhappy and get us in trouble. After a while you learned to just listen and do what they said. If you didn't, like I said, they knew how to teach you."
"But, s'pose you had ta take a leak or somethin'. What'd you do?" Evan asked.
"You tried not to. Sometimes, you couldn't help it, though. If you messed in the crate, you had ta stay in it till you got where they were takin' you. Dependin' on who the handler was or where they was takin' you, sometimes they just hosed the crate out and you, too. Other times, well, it could get pretty bad."
"Where we're goin', you don't have ta think about that kinda stuff. Mr. Dan'l's real funny 'bout keepin' everything clean and us getting' showers every day. We even hafta get haircuts." Evan told the boys, smiling.
The adults sat quietly, listening as the new boys asked more questions than TJ or Evan could begin to answer. No one doubted what Donald said. The only good part of it was that the boys had begun to open up.
All the boys at the campsite turned and watched as the stretch limo parked. The boys knew who was in the limo, at least the adults, but were curious about the new boys they had been told would be coming. When the limo door opened, they heard the familiar high-pitched cry as Danny ran towards them. Danny came to a sudden stop, and quit yelling, when he didn't see Daniel.
"Danny, Mr. Daniel didn't come back with us. He's taking the other boys back home. He'll be back tomorrow morning and asked me to watch you. Is that okay?" Danny stood looking around at everyone; he looked lost.
"Danny," Sean called to his young charge. "Mr. Dan'l will be here tomorrow. Right now, why don't you go play?" Danny ignored Sean's suggestion as he watched the five new boys exit the limo with TJ and Evan.
"Who's them?" Danny asked.
"They are a few of the new boys that will live with us. Can you say hi?" Colin responded.
"Hi," Danny almost whispered.
"Danny, this is Eddie, Tony, David, Nathan and Richard. Boys, this little man is Danny. Danny is the youngest member of our group. Although, he has two friends, Brian and Ian, who are pretty close to his age."
"How come they wearin' clothes?" Danny asked. "They been bad?"
"No, they haven't been bad. They are wearing clothes because the law says when you get to be a certain age, you have to wear clothes when you go out in public."
"But, it's okay here?"
"Yes. You're naked and so are the rest of the boys that want to be." Danny turned to the new boys.
"We're naked 'cause we're bootiful." The boys laughed, remembering what Jeremy had told them.
"Guys, it's kind of a long story," Evan volunteered, "we'll explain it later. But most of us don't like wearin' clothes if we don't hafta." Evan pointed to the rest of the boys.
Just then, two more naked boys came running out of the crowd towards them. The five boys watched as the two boys ran to Elizabeth and gave her a hug. Elizabeth hugged each of her sons and then introduced them to the five new boys. She also explained that her sons were friends with a number of the New Horizon boys and wore clothes only when she threatened them.
"TJ, Evan, would you boys like to show them around and introduce them. It looks as though we arrived just in time for supper. I'll also need to see what kind of sleeping arrangements we can make."
"We can put two of the tents together and make enough room for all of us." One of the boys suggested.
The boys were the center of attention all evening. They shed their clothes to be like the other boys and were not embarrassed when they heard several gasps as the boys saw their backs. The new boys didn't have to explain what caused the scars or why. Before they arrived, the boys in camp had been told about the issue and that the new boys were being taken to Orlando Memorial for treatment.
The new boys seemed to have formed a bond with TJ and Evan. It didn't take long for Sean to join with the group. The boys seemed to be fascinated as they watched all the boys gather around the campfire, joined and entertained by resort mascots. What pleased everyone the most was how quickly the new boys were accepted and made to feel as part of the family. As time passed, the new boys, although technically still slaves, were slipping away from the slave discipline and joining in the fun.
Later in the evening, as the boys prepared for bed, Sean approached Michael and volunteered to match the tent he shared with Jeremy, to TJ's and Evan's tent. With a little ingenuity to secure the sides together to form a longer top, plus a couple of sticks for support, the boys had a small community bedroom. Michael knew the boys would not just lie down and go to sleep. They all seemed to either lay on their sides or sit cross legged in a circle, and the chatter continued. After a few minutes, Michael decided the boys would be fine and he would give them their space.
TJ, Evan and Sean told the boys what it was like at New Horizons and what each boy was expected to do. The new boys were particularly fascinated by the gardens and then with the stories about the police helping build the ball fields. The boys almost went into shock when they learned that a number of the men at the resort with them were policemen who had helped arrange their vacation.
The conversation eventually worked its way around to what was going to be done to the boys at the hospital. None of the boys could ever remember being in a hospital. They could remember being treated by a doctor and nurses, so they told some of those stories. To lighten things up, Sean made a suggestion.
"TJ, why don't you and Evan tell 'em 'bout Grandpa Smith and the visits you have with him?" The new boys were puzzled. What could be so interesting about a grandpa? TJ and Evan blushed, causing the new boys to egg them on to reveal their story.
"Grandpa isn't what you would call a typical grandpa," Sean began. "Grandpa's kind of a horny old guy who still likes ta play."
"No way!" One of the boys exclaimed. "How old is he?"
"We don't know, he won't tell," Evan answered.
"No, but he's all wrinkly like and has false teeth he likes ta take out and give blow jobs," Sean volunteered. "Not only that, but TJ and Evan's his favorites." The new boys were at first, surprised, and then, they all began to laugh.
"What's so funny 'bout that?" TJ asked. "Had'n you guys ever had a blow job?"
"We gave blow jobs, we did'n get 'em," Tony answered. "The only blow job anybody gave us was when they stuck a hose up our ass and blew air in our guts. They thought it was funny ta see how big we'd blow up like balloons."
"That's not all, Tony," Eddie quickly added, "we had ta give blow jobs and we weren't supposed to fool around together, but we sometimes managed ta sneak around and do it anyway. When we got caught, and I guess all of us did sometime, we was punished. We didn't let that stop us though. We'd blow each other sometimes when we knew they was gonna use us. The first one of us ta blow started gettin' whipped and it kept goin' until the last one of us blew. We'd blow each other and swallow the evidence so we could last longer. If we lasted a long time and they liked the show, then they wouldn't whip us. Sometimes, they'd tell us ta blow each other with them watchin', like it was some kind of big reward. But, none of us ever got a blow job from somebody with no teeth. What's it like?"
"Unreal, you can't explain it. 'Course, I think anything Grandpa does is great. That man's got talent." Evan explained, grinning from ear to ear.
"You mean he does more?"
"Lots," TJ answered without elaborating.
"Can we ask you somethn'?" David asked. The boys waited. "Do the boys, back at your place where ya live, do the boys play around? Does Mr. Dan'l let ya?" The laughter from Sean, TJ and Evan answered the question.
"The trick is to figure out when somebody isn't playin' 'round. You should see some of the orgies and circle jerks that get goin' in the showers after the little guys go to sleep. We also got places down by the river where it's real private we like ta go to in the day time."
"So, Mr. Dan'l wouldn't kick nobody out say if, like . . .ya know, like if a couple of us was boyfriends or maybe even lovers?"
"Are you kiddin'?" Sean responded. "You didn't see the sign on Evan's butt that said 'TJ's Private Property' and had an arrow pointing to his love hole?" All the boys laughed except TJ and Evan who turned a deep crimson and then moved together. The two boys unashamedly kissed one another in front of the group as another portion of their body showed their building excitement.
"Oooooo, that could be an interesting idea. We had'n been allowed to play with ourselves for over a week. That's a long time for us."
Nothing more was said as an ages old game known to all boys got under way.
End Ch Ninety-Five
To Be Continued
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