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Chapter One-hundred Thirteen: New Horizons
Daniel and Michael jumped at the harsh sounding knocking on their door.
"Hey, you two!"
Daniel recognized his father's voice.
"You plan on sleeping all day? Most of the boys are up and breakfast will be served in twenty minutes."
"Okay, Dad," Daniel managed to call out through the haze encompassing his mind. "We're coming."
"Careful how you say that," Michael told him, laughing.
"Great, now my partner's giving me a hard time and I haven't even had my coffee," Daniel grumbled.
"I don't think it's the lack of coffee causing the problem," Michael responded. "I think it was more the noise from the other side of the wall and the mood it put us in."
"Us? As I recall it was you that went into a lust filled craze and was all over me for about half the night. You take some kind of aphrodisiac after dinner yesterday?" Daniel teased.
"The only encouragement I had was the noise coming through that wall. They must have had an orgy going on until well past midnight. The flesh on flesh slapping sounds and I know I heard at least two different voices crying out, 'fuck me, fuck me'; not to mention, 'harder, harder' . . . ." Michael said, mimicking the boys' cries.
"Yeah, and you decided to honor the requests using my butt," Daniel interrupted and the two men burst into laughter.
Daniel and Michael walked out of their room, totally naked. As they stepped into the hall Mark and Kevin came out of the adjoining room, followed by Brad and Patrick. Daniel and Michael stopped and, placing their hands on their hips, glared at the four young men that had kept them up a good portion of the night. Mark looked back at Daniel and Michael, confused.
"What?" Mark asked, holding his hands out.
"Harder, harder," Michael mocked as he and Daniel broke into laughter and headed towards the showers, leaving four very red-faced young men.
Dr. Thompson, the governor, Amos, Ron, Grandpa, Mark and other staff members, joined by three of the policemen who had brought yesterday's dinner, sat at a table enjoying breakfast. Daniel and Michael were walking among the boys and talking with some of them. Both men were concerned whether the boys were doing okay after the big Thanksgiving dinner they had enjoyed.
Like most boys, many of them had over indulged and kept Michael busy early in the evening handling numerous belly aches. The boys had shown the normal ability to make miraculous recoveries, particularly after a good dose of Castor Oil, and all appetites seemed to be up to normal for breakfast. In addition to the Thanksgiving feast, the volunteers had brought in a large supply of eggs, bacon and muffins for the boys to enjoy at breakfast.
"Kids," Michael began as he sat at the table. "Their stomachs and their constitutions have to be made of cast iron. Some of those boys swore to me last night that they were dying because of the stomach cramps. This morning they're shoveling in the food and talking about the great meal they had yesterday and how good they feel today."
"Dr. Mike," Brad spoke up, "if I thought you were coming at me with another bottle of that stuff you were handing out last night, I'd smile and tell you I felt great, even if I knew I was dyin'. You can bet that after the first two or three doses, every kid in here knew how bad that stuff tasted. The big joke with 'em last night was who was goin' to have somebody sittin' on their lap while they both sat on the throne. Seems that stuff didn't leave 'em with much control."
All of the adult men broke into laughter picturing the boys making a bee line for the bathroom when the castor oil took effect.
"What's so funny?" Daniel asked as he joined the group and they explained the joke about the castor oil.
"Don't worry, Michael. The boys'll forgive you," Daniel teased his friend.
"By the way, and I don't think I can say this enough, gentlemen," Daniel spoke to the remaining volunteers. "We are very grateful for all you and your friends did for the boys yesterday."
"It was our pleasure, Mr. Thompson," one of the men answered. "The looks on their faces was more reward than we had hoped for. These boys made our holiday."
"Daniel." Grandpa set his fork down and folded his hands together, looking directly at Daniel. "If you don't mind, after the boys have their breakfast, your father and I would like to talk to the four boys from South America. I've had some experience down there and can tell you that, from what I know, what you've been told about the tribe or peoples they come from is true. Actually, they are a protected people. Your father had been doing additional research on them. After we talk with them, we think we can share a lot more with you."
Daniel looked at the governor and then Ron and Amos. He wasn't sure what to think about the boys. He was sure that he didn't like the idea of them being slaves, whether in Florida, the United States, or another country. However, he trusted his father and Grandpa.
"If you can help me make sense out of all this, I would appreciate it. I'm sure you can appreciate the fact that I'm not happy with the idea of them being slaves. Dad has already given me a little lecture about being a little more open minded, but I'm having a hard time being open minded about boys being slaves." Daniel looked up and recognized the look his father was giving him. "Before I get on my soap box, I'll stop."
"Too late," Dr. Thompson said, teasing his son.
The group continued with their breakfast, engaging in small talk and watching the boys. There was no doubt that the boys had quickly accepted the fact that they were free. A difference in the tension levels, or lack of tension, was apparent. The number of smiles and amount of laughter was also noticeable. Something that hadn't changed was the four boys from South America continued to sequester themselves from the other boys.
The routine wasn't much different than at Ft. Ogden. Boys still had to pull duty to help take care of things. Mixed teams of boys from Ft. Ogden and new boys were used for KP duty and cleaning. The boys did what was required of them and never stopped talking or joking around.
While Dr. Thompson was eating, he suddenly felt something on his shoulder and a weight leaning against his side. A quick glance told him that Calvin had found him.
"Good morning, young man. Are you feeling alright this morning?"
"Yes, sir," the boy answered, barely above a whisper.
"Are you sore?" Dr. Thompson asked.
"Just a little. It's kinda like Dr. Mike said it'd be."
Calvin stood there for a moment, quiet. Dr. Thompson wrapped an arm around the boy's small waist; he could tell something was on the boy's mind.
"Ummmm . . . are you leavin' today?" Calvin asked.
"No, I hadn't planned on leaving until all of you leave to go to Ft. Ogden. Why?"
Calvin just shrugged his shoulders in reply and didn't say anything. The look in his eyes told everyone that he was pleased with the answer.
"I tell you what," Dr. Thompson continued. "There are some things I need to do this morning. Why don't you go play with the other boys and then, maybe this afternoon, you and I can get together and find something just for the two of us. How's that?"
Calvin looked at Dr. Thompson and smiled. He gave the man a big hug and ran off.
"Dad, I think you have been tagged for hero worship."
"Yeah, much like the little one standing next to you has done to you."
Daniel turned to see Danny standing next to him. He reached out and lifted the small boy onto his lap. Danny was happy.
Daniel, the governor, Ron and Amos adjourned to the small office Daniel had set up at the temporary facility. Grandpa and Dr. Thompson were talking with the boys.
"Governor, is someone going to tell me why we needed to bring the twins down from Ft. Ogden? I've been working on blind faith up to this point, and when our guests arrive later this morning, I'd like to have some idea of what's going on."
Daniel was a little perturbed that he was being asked to do so many things with the boys based on blind faith. He also felt that he was being given less than the full amount of information that was actually available at this point in time. The governor looked at Ron Wilson and then back to Daniel, knowing he had been less than totally candid.
"Daniel, we can only tell you what we believe to be fact and then speculate. As you know, your father has been doing extensive research on this group of Indians that are supposedly direct descendants of the Mayan and Aztec peoples. We do know that they are an Indian culture, an ancient people, and their existence and privacy is highly guarded. Are they truly Mayan and Aztec? That's part of the speculative data.
"As far as the twins you have at Ft. Ogden, there's a lot of speculation there. A few years ago a set of twins was kidnapped. Large rewards were put up for their return. Of course, there was speculation that a ransom would be demanded, but that never happened. It was your father that suggested the twins might be the missing boys. I'll let him explain all the details and why he thinks that. The plan is to test their DNA against the boys you have here. Our specialists tell us that if they are the same boys, there should be a DNA link if what we are told about the culture is true. There are other factors, but, as I said, I'll let your father explain that part. He's much more knowledgeable."
The governor stopped talking. Daniel didn't say anything; he sat back in his chair and thought. He had noticed a similarity between these older boys and the twins, but had not given it much thought beyond that; just a coincidental similarity. His chain of thought was interrupted when Grandpa and Dr. Thompson walked in.
"Gentlemen," Dr. Thompson began, "we know that everyone is looking for an explanation of the four boys. After speaking with the boys, we believe we can offer answers to some of your questions. Other questions will have to remain until the representatives of the boys' peoples arrive. This is all somewhat complicated, but we'll try.
"First, we need to just accept that there is a group of Indians in South America that is thought to be composed of the survivors of the Mayan and Aztec peoples. Whether that is true or not, is really not relevant to our discussion today. However, we can tell you that we know there are strong similarities in their social, political and religious beliefs with the ancient Mayan and Aztec tribes. Today, we will simply acknowledge that these people do exist. Combining what we learned before coming here with what we just heard from the boys, maybe we can explain some of the mystery.
"In both of the ancient tribes, and we think in the modern tribe, twins were rare; very rare. What we are talking about now, is identical twins boys. Females in their culture carried very low rank and there is little mention of them. Twin boys were a different story. They were so rare that over the course of time, twins were believed to be blessed and a gift of the gods. This belief in twins as a gift of the gods became intertwined in their social and religious beliefs.
"Through a series of events over an unknown period of time, things happened to make the leaders, their chiefs and high priests, believe that twin boys were blessed and good luck. They brought good luck and fortune to the people as a whole, their immediate family, and to the person that cared for them."
Grandpa Smith interrupted Dr. Thompson.
"These so-called events of good fortune happened often enough and to the people caring for the twins that the twins received the credit. For this kind of belief to become imbedded in a culture, it had to happen many times over an extended time frame."
Dr. Thompson resumed his talk.
"In time, the boys became to be viewed as a gift to not just the immediate family, but to the tribe as a whole. When born, the tribes assumed primary responsibility for the welfare of the twins and their immediate family. The leaders seemed to have recognized that the boys could not just be cared for and allowed to remain ignorant about all things. If the boys understood the very nature of things, then they could better act to assist and benefit the people. This is where a combination of social mores and religious doctrine come together; and, possibly, a little superstition.
"The people believe, and the known writings seem to support, that the boys are born with certain talents or gifts. One of the boys has the gifts of good health and the ability to heal others by merely touching them and sharing themselves. The other twin has the gift of love; giving love and affection and teaching others to do the same. The boys begin training for the rituals involved with their gifts at a very early age. All of the rituals are sexual in nature."
"One of the interesting things we learned today, Daniel," Grandpa Smith added, again interrupting Dr. Thompson, "Is that one of their beliefs closely parallels what the boys at New Horizons have been taught. The twins are supposed to be gifts from the gods, created in their own image. Since they are godly gifts created in a godly image, they are considered to possess a physical and spiritual beauty to be admired and not hidden. The people believe that they would bring a curse on their household and the people as a whole if they did not fully accept and respect the boys as delivered to them. Stated another way, these boys have never had any portion of their bodies covered by clothing since the day they were born. To clothe them would be a sacrilege. A curse would fall upon the person, and their family, that tried to clothe them."
"There's another unusual aspect," Dr. Thompson said, resuming his talk, "The boys seem to have an almost insatiable appetite to please those they feel a special bond with. I'm talking about a sexual appetite."
Daniel felt stunned. He wasn't sure if it was what he was being told, or if he was somehow beginning to understand the twins better. The twins were known to be sexual maniacs; never able to get enough or give enough of themselves. Daniel was having trouble sorting all the questions running through his mind. He remembered Evan and his brothers telling him that they could not keep clothes on the twins and had finally given up, allowing them to run free all the time. Daniel couldn't help but wonder if trying to clothe them had brought a curse on Evan's family. He knew that wasn't a logical thought, but what about all this was logical?
"You said they begin training at a very early age," Daniel responded. "I'm almost reluctant at this point to ask if they told you what kind of training."
"Sexual," Grandpa answered without hesitating. "Those boys learn about oral sex beginning around age four. Before they celebrate the end of their sixth year, they must pass a test. The youngest twins are trained by a set of twins a few years their senior. Those twins in turn are trained by a set of twins a few years their senior. The test is for the youngest twins to perform fellatio on the oldest twins. They must swallow the entire member. They must swallow part of the semen. The other part they share with the middle set of twins."
"Grandpa, Dad," Daniel almost stuttered, "I've heard of such things. When I did my studies, I read of such things. Now, you're telling me it's true. I had always heard that both the Mayan and Aztec cultures were blood thirsty. They sacrificed their people, including children, to appease their gods. I've read stories about certain sexual customs. All ancient cultures have stories about sexual activities and intercourse between males, young and old. These boys are now confirming all this?"
"They are, Daniel," Grandpa responded. "There's more, I'm afraid."
Daniel didn't respond. He sat there and waited with all the other men in the room. Grandpa continued.
"From what I understood the boys to tell us, the custom is to count a person's age by the summer solstice. They don't recognize a birth month like we do. This past summer solstice was the eighteenth for the two older boys. The two younger boys, it was their fifteenth. The younger twins are the servants for the older twins. As servants, part of their job is to help protect the boys. Understand that the older boys are considered to be the equivalent of royalty at a minimum or, now that they are eighteen, living gods. The younger twins believe that they failed in their duties.
"The ancient custom for any twins that failed a test was sacrifice. It was an elaborate ceremony where the twins were purified, physically and emotionally, and their hearts cut out and offered to the gods while the hearts were still beating. The belief being the gods would accept the twins' spirit, correct any deficiencies, and then send them back in the future to serve the people. That was the honorable sacrifice. I'll spare you the details if the twin committed a sacrilege."
"What do the boys think they could . . . ."
Before Daniel could finish asking his question, the men were distracted by the sound of a van arriving. Daniel looked out of the window and recognized the New Horizons van. Brian and Josh, dressed in the customary shorts and pullover, exited the van. The two boys were followed quickly by the twins. Daniel smiled to himself. He couldn't help but think that they had at least avoided a sacrilege, assuming they were part of the Indian culture; both boys were naked. Behind them came Elizabeth's two boys who were wearing shorts and carrying their shirts. It was obvious the two boys didn't want that much clothing. Daniel was a little surprised to see Elizabeth driving the van. Daniel announced to the group that the boys had arrived.
Daniel wasn't the only one to notice the arrival of the van. The four Indian boys had also heard the van and turned to see who had arrived. When the twins exited behind Brian and Josh, the two older boys took a few cautious steps towards the van. They stopped and stood, watching and studying intently the new arrivals. The two boys looked at one another as if exchanging an unspoken thought. Bill and John did not notice the Indian boys watching them from the side.
"Elizabeth? Boys," Daniel greeted the arrivals.
"Mr. Dan'l," Brian responded. "We tried to get the twins ta put on some clothes, but you know how they are."
"That's okay, Brian." Daniel answered as he turned to escort Elizabeth inside. "Let's all go inside and let the governor know the boys are here. Then, if you boys would like something to drink or a snack, you can go over to the mess hall. They're keeping fruit and things out for the boys to snack on just like back home."
Bill and John each took the hand of an older boy. Bill held on tightly to Josh's hand, while John kept a firm grip on Brian's. The boys entered the office and the twins immediately shrank against their big brothers. While they knew Grandpa and had seen Dr. Thompson previously, there were three strangers in the room.
"Elizabeth, I wasn't aware that you were coming back," David commented.
"The governor's office called and said if I wanted the inside track on a human interest story, that I should come down. I didn't have anyone to watch the boys, and I didn't think . . ."
"Of course not. They're welcome at any time. I was a little surprised to see you driving."
"Oh, well Paul said to tell you they had their hands a little full at the moment. Seems some of the boys over indulged at yesterday's dinner and were paying the price last night and this morning."
"Governor," Daniel began the introduction, "These are the twins, Bill and John, as we call them, with their big brothers, Brian and Josh."
"Boys," the governor stated as soothingly as he could. "Please, step forward. No one here will hurt you."
The boys took two steps towards the governor, but only because Brian and Josh had a hand planted between the boys' shoulder blades, pushing them. When the boys kept their faces pointed towards the floor, the governor placed a finger below each boy's chin and lifted his head.
"Remarkable," the governor commented. "They are identical twins. I don't see how you tell them apart."
"Half the time we don't. Brian and Josh have helped take care of the boys for around four or five years, now, and can separate them better than anyone."
"Boys," Grandpa interrupted. "Are you going to say hello to Grandpa?"
When the boys turned towards Grandpa, they smiled. He wrapped an arm around each boy's shoulders and gave them a hug. Daniel smiled to himself when he saw Grandpa's hands slide down the boys' backs and pat each of them on their bubble butts. As Grandpa talked to the boys for a moment, the sound of additional vehicles arriving was heard. Dr. Thompson looked out the window.
"It looks as though our guests have arrived," he told the group.
"Brian, suppose you and Josh take the twins to the mess hall for a quick snack. Keep them with you," Daniel told them.
Brian and Josh looked at one another and then back to Daniel. They nodded their heads to acknowledge their understanding of his message.
Everyone looked outside and watched two big SUV's with darkened windows park. When the doors opened on the first SUV, several men exited. All were dressed in black and appeared to be body-guard types. Three men took up positions on the periphery, while three others opened doors to the second SUV. Daniel looked to the side and noticed that a number of boys were also watching the new arrivals.
One of the men that exited the front seat of the second SUV was dressed in a dark suit and sport shirt, no tie. Another man dressed similarly joined him. From the back of the second SUV two men exited. It was these men that had Daniel's attention. The men wore large capes that looked as though they were made of the feathers of exotic birds. The capes extended down almost to the men's ankles. Both men also wore a turban styled hat. Small plume-type feathers stood at the front of the head covering and appeared to be secured with a jeweled broach-type of pin. Daniel could not tell what type of clothing the men wore under their capes. Something that did strike him was the uncanny similarity to the garments he had seen in the picture that inspired the Cherub outfits.
"Elizabeth," Grandpa interrupted the quiet observations. "Do you remember what I said about the gentlemen coming today and how their culture regarded women?"
"I remember, Grandpa. As much as I would love to stay and hear what this is all about, I'll sequester myself in the adjoining room . . . .and eavesdrop."
As Elizabeth started for the door, the men started towards the outside door to meet their guests. When the men stepped outside, they noticed the four Indian boys were approaching the group. The men stopped to observe what was going to happen. The boys stood tall with their shoulders back. They held their heads so they did not appear to be looking down, but straight towards whatever was in front of them. Their steps were deliberate, not rushed, not overly long, almost regal. The two collared boys walked side by side, followed by the other two boys who maintained about a two step distance behind the other two boys.
The two men wearing the capes took a few more steps forward and stopped. The other men accompanying them stayed two steps back and formed a semi-circle around the two men. Their faces showed no emotions; they were stoic, as they watched the four boys approach.
When the boys reached a point about three steps in front of the two caped men, the collared boys dropped to the ground. The two boys were a foot apart. Their knees that were to the outside touched the ground. The boys dropped their hands and arms to their sides, keeping them aligned with their torso. Leaning forward at the waist, they bowed their heads.
The other two boys, being the younger twins, maintained their distance behind the collared boys and assumed a position behind and to the sides of the collared boys. The younger boys dropped to both knees, sat back on their ankles and bent forward until their foreheads touched the ground. The two boys extended their arms straight in front of their bodies with palms touching the ground, wrists crossed.
Daniel, the governor, and the rest of the men quietly observed the boys' actions. There could be no doubt that there was some connection between the boys and the caped men. The caped men spoke to the boys but their voices were kept so low, that no one could hear what was being said. Daniel did hear enough to realize that the men were not speaking in English or Spanish.
One of the men said something to the boys and the two collared boys raised their heads. The other two boys remained semi-prostrate on the ground. The man who was talking placed the tips of his fingers of one hand under each boy's chin. He then bent down and kissed each boy on the forehead.
"Daniel," Dr. Thompson said quietly to his son and the men surrounding them. "Do you see how the two boys are almost prostrate with arms extended and wrists crossed? In my research I read where that is a sign of submission and surrender. The boys are expecting to be taken as prisoners or are confessing to a wrong for which they are submitting themselves for punishment."
Accompanied by a gentleman in a suit, one of the caped men approached Daniel and his group. The two men stopped four steps in front of Daniel and his group, with the gentleman in the suit taking one additional step forward.
"Gentlemen, may I please introduce myself. I am Arturo de y Garcia. It is my privilege to represent my country in the great America."
Individually, the men comprising Daniel's group stepped forward and introduced themselves. When formal introductions were complete, Mr. Garcia stepped to the side to introduce his companion.
"Gentlemen, I have the honor, and the privilege, to introduce to you His Excellency, the High Chief Monteczoma."
"Anybody know who those men are that just went inside?"
TJ looked to his side. One of the new boys had just asked the question.
"Not really sure," TJ answered. "Grandpa said some men were coming about those four boys that are kneeling over there. He said they'd been kidnapped from their homeland which is somewhere in South America."
"You see the capes they're wearin'?" The new boy continued. "Looks like some kinda feathers. And those four boys are still kneelin' on the ground. Reckon that's their masters?"
"Don't know," Evan interrupted. "But, Mr. Dan'l don't allow slaves and masters around. Sure seems strange though."
TJ and Evan turned to look at the new boy talking to them. When they turned, they saw there were another half dozen or so boys standing behind them.
"Hey, I'm TJ and this is Evan."
"Hey, I'm Trey. I seen you come in with the man in the wheelchair. You were wearin' those loin cloth things. That old man your Grandpa you were talkin' 'bout?"
"Grandpa's kinda like Grandpa for all of us. It's just that, well, we kinda got a special thing with 'im. Me and Evan think he's pretty special and he treats us the same way."
"You said somethin' 'special'. You mean he's . . . ."
"I mean that Grandpa is a real special guy and all of us protect 'im. Not like he really needs us to. He's just a real nice guy who doesn't judge us and encourages us to enjoy ourselves."
Trey looked down and shuffled his feet, nervously. He didn't mean to insult anyone or want to be the cause of any trouble. However, he was curious.
"You said he's special. Ummmm, and I don't mean nothin' bad 'bout it, but . . . . I mean . . . . . does he make ya have sex with 'im and all? I mean, ain't that like kinda bein' like a sex slave or somethin'?"
"You make Grandpa sound like someone's bad, like a perv or somethin'. Grandpa's special and he makes us feel special. We have sex with 'im, but it's really him that's makin' us feel good, not the other way around." TJ looked at Trey a moment, and then added,
"Guess where they had you it wasn't nothin' like that. Believe it or not there are some people around that like to show a boy how to enjoy things. Grandpa's one of 'em. He's got some real special talents."
"I didn't mean nothin' bad . . . . honest. It's just that, well, where they had us, we was always told we was trash and just good for a good fuck or blow job. We were supposed ta make sure the man enjoyed himself, no matter how much it hurt us or what they done to us. I've never seen anything like what you're talkin' about."
"Well, stick around. When we get back to Ft. Ogden, you won't believe some of the stuff we do for fun. You like playin' sex games?"
"I used ta. I got caught playin' with myself one time and they beat the shit outta me. I been wantin' ta have a good jack since we been here, but I wasn't sure if . . . . you know, if we could do that."
"The rules at New Horizon are simple. You can do anything you want but you can't force anybody to do anything, nobody is to get hurt, and hands off the little guys. You break any of those rules, and not just Mr. Dan'l, but the rest of the guys will make you pay. Now, how'd ya like to hear about some of the fun stuff, like orgies and all?"
Trey walked off with TJ and Evan. They were followed by a half dozen or so other boys that had been listening, and wanted to listen some more. The boys followed along the front of the building and then turned down the side of the building. They spotted a separate building around back that looked like an over-sized garage. No one said anything, they didn't need to. The boys instinctively headed for the far side of the garage, seeking privacy.
"Ya'll really get ta do orgies?" one of the boys in the following group asked. "Who do ya have ta do 'em with?"
"Dim wit," Trey responded, "Did'n ya hear? Haven't ya heard anything they been sayin' since they brought all of us here? We're not goin' to another whore house. We're free now and gonna live at the place called New Horizons."
"I don't believe it," the new boy responded, with a hint of anger. "Ain't nobody just gonna take us without makin' us earn our keep."
"Oh, you'll have ta help earn your keep, as you say," TJ told them, and added,
"And don't let Mr. Dan'l hear ya callin' anybody dim wit or any other names like that. If he does, you're liable to wind up with extra KP or somethin' else ya don't like."
"See!" the boy taunted Trey.
"They make us do all kinds of things," TJ continued, ignoring the boy's taunt. "We have ta go to school and take tests like all other kids. We all have to share in work, like keepin' the barracks clean, sometimes you get latrine duty . . . ."
"Latrine duty!" the boy interrupted again. "You mean ya get ta be a toilet for 'em; havin' ta drink their piss and all?"
"If you're into that sort of stuff, it might be arranged," Evan piped in. "Latrine duty for us means wiping out the bowls and sinks, dryin' the shower walls and makin' sure there's a full supply of towels on the shelves. Course, if there's been a jack-off party the night before, you might have to clean a little harder than other times."
The boys looked at Evan, some still in shock, others laughing and hoping he was telling the truth.
"Do ya have ta wait till night time ta jack-off?" another boy asked, causing TJ and Evan to laugh.
"If we did, there'd be a lotta guys runnin' 'round showin' wood most of the day. We're teenagers. We gotta get relief more than just at night. Wait till you get there and you'll learn about some special places a lot of us like ta go during the day. It's away from the buildings and quiet. Course, we've been known ta have orgies there, too. There's a rule that's just kinda understood. If ya have KP duty and jack-off during the day, ya gotta wash your hands before handlin' the food."
The boys again broke into laughter. Subconsciously, several of the boys had been playing with themselves while they listened to all the talk. More than one boy had teased himself into a state of need.
"Ummmm, you said ya'll like ta play games? What kinda games?" A boy asked.
"Well," Evan responded, "One game we play sometimes is ta stand in a line. We all jack ourselves, or maybe the guy next to ya, and see who can shoot the farthest. When everbody's shot, we look ta see who had the shortest shot, he loses. The loser has ta lick the other guys clean."
Evan smiled at the boys. All the boys grinned at each other; each boy had a mischievous look in his eyes. Without another word, one of the boys used his toe to draw a line in the sand.
"Wait. We can't," one of the boys spoke up. "Mr. Daniel said we couldn't exchange body fluids till the tests come back."
The boys looked at one another, ready to panic at the thought of not being able to masturbate.
"That's okay," TJ offered. "Instead of the loser lickin' the rest of us clean, he has ta kiss everybody's butt."
The boys smiled again and lined up; the contest was on.
End Ch 113 To Be Continued
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