New Horizons

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Chapter Sixty-Two: New Horizons

Daniel found himself spending more time watching the boys through his office window, or outside walking among the boys, ever since Jeremy and his friends came to visit. Quickly, Jeremy had become much more than a cause of action and a symbol of a gross miscarriage of justice. Daniel's mother and step-father had both become very attached to the boy; so had Daniel. Jeremy was becoming family. The big questions could only be answered by Jeremy. Could he make the adjustment to being a free boy again? Would he want to be a part of Linda and Arthur's family? How long would it take to find the answers?

Daniel needed to track how Jeremy was interacting with the other boys. Jeremy's counselor had cautioned not to expect the boy to mix right in; he would need to find his own comfort zone. Part of that comfort zone would consist of Jeremy's perception of how the other boys reacted to him. If the other boys acted elusive or distant or hesitant, then Jeremy could have some real problems with accepting himself. If the boys were open and forthright, welcoming Jeremy into their group, then that would give much needed support to Jeremy's self-image and provide the momentum to move forward.

Jeremy's counselor, and others close to the process of rehabilitating freed slave boys, had alerted Daniel, Linda and Arthur to the problems they frequently encountered. Boys who were enslaved at an early age, never having had the opportunity to learn how to assess situations and make the proper decisions, often could not make the adjustment to being a free person. More often than not, these boys wound up being placed back in the slave population, much to boy's relief. Jeremy had many of the characteristics of such a boy.

Young boys were accustomed to having most decisions made for them, even as free boys. Their normal routine consisted of rising to dress in clothes picked out by a parent and then to eat a breakfast planned and served to them. At school they performed work and took tests according to a schedule prepared and administered by an adult. If he did well, there was a reward of candy or a toy. If didn't do as expected, there was punishment. After school, they enjoyed some care-free play time with friends or organized sports supervised by adults. The evening consisted of supper planned and served by an adult, homework assigned by an adult, and going to bed at a time predetermined by an adult. Their whole life was planned and executed by someone other than themselves.

When enslaved, the boy ate what was given to him by an adult. He performed work chores or services planned and taught by an adult. He went naked as determined by an adult, ate supper and went to bed as determined by an adult. Chores and services for a slave boy were usually different than for a free boy. The slave didn't have to go to school like the free boy. The free boy learned the three 'r's; the slave boy learned to fuck and suck or put on some other kind of show. If the slave boy did well, he was fed well and taken care of. If the slave boy didn't do well, there was punishment.

Punishment for a free boy or slave boy had the same effect. The free boy might lose video game privileges or play time. The slave boy received a beating and went hungry. In either case, the boy soon learned that as long as he did what he was told, the way he was told, he survived and was cared for. If he didn't do what was expected, there was only pain and suffering until the boy did as expected. In both cases, the boy knew he was dependent on someone else and learned to survive in that environment.

Without supervision and training, a boy does not learn how to make the right decisions to survive and becomes totally dependent on a supervisor or master. In many cases of young boys, a secure life in slavery was better than starving to death and being unwanted. They knew what was expected of them and knew they could deal with it.

To help prevent Jeremy falling into that trap, special time and effort had been made to make him feel secure at home with Linda and Arthur. Daniel spent a good amount of time with the boy to encourage him to move forward and not be afraid to make a mistake. To a slave, the threat of severe punishment acted as a deterrent to making individual decisions. As a free boy, the threat of severe punishment had been removed. It was hoped the removal of the threat would encourage Jeremy to explore himself and the world around him; he would learn to make the right choice and take care of himself.

It was mid-afternoon on Friday. Jeremy and his friends had been at New Horizons almost forty-eight hours. This was the first time since arriving that they moved around without Kevin being with them. The boys didn't know that Daniel had asked Kevin to make up a story as to why he couldn't be with them Friday afternoon. Daniel wanted to observe the boys and see how they reacted or handled themselves. It only took a moment for Jeremy to remember that he wanted to learn to skateboard and the boys said Brad and Patrick were the best around.

Jeremy knew the names of only a few of the boys. He knew he had met some of them back in West Palm Beach and he recognized a few more faces, but couldn't remember the names. One thing he made a point of doing, though, was to learn who Patrick and Brad were and recognize them on site. Kevin introduced the boys on Thursday and they had a long talk about what Jeremy wanted to learn. Ted and Derek said they knew how to skateboard but definitely weren't the best around. They learned through the old 'get up and try again' method. Ted spotted Patrick and Brad walking towards the garden area. The three boys ran to catch up.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" Brad greeted them.

"Nothin'" Jeremy answered hesitantly, looking down at the ground.

"Nothin'?" Patrick responded. "You mean the three of you ran over here to us 'cause nothin' is up?"

"Well . . . we was kind of wonderin' . . . you know . . . yesterday you said you'd kinda teach me how ta skateboard, and I was wonderin' . . ."

"Jeremy," Brad said with a smile and teasing. "If you take this long to ask anyone anything, we'll all be old men by the time you get the question out." Jeremy blushed. "Tell you what. Right now me and Patrick hafta go take our turn in the garden. When we finish, how about we'll find you and maybe all of us can get skateboards from Mr. Paul and have some fun; how's that?" Jeremy beamed.

"Uh, Brad?" Ted spoke up. "If we help ya, can you be done faster?" Brad and Patrick looked at one another.

"Yeah, but you sure you want to do this? You don't hafta, ya know." Patrick answered. "Of course, we have a certain area Mr. Rick marked out for us to till. He wants to expand the garden since we got more boys here now. We just hafta turn the soil and it's done; doesn't matter how long it takes." Brad took the boys back to the garden shed for tools.

"You guys know what any of these tools are for?" Brad asked, half teasing and half serious.

"I know what to do with this three pointed fork." Derek responded. "My mom makes me use one in her flower garden to pull out weeds and weed roots. 'Spose ta be good for turning the good soil over, too. What ever that means." All the boys laughed.

"When we first got here, none of us knew what they were for either. It didn't take long to learn though. 'Specially given we needed to grow some of our own food. I bet we got the only future naked farmers club goin' in the whole state." The boys laughed together as they headed towards the garden.

"Now, guys, ya need ta understand that there's a ritual we all have to follow. When we get to the garden we're very serious about getting our work done. We aren't always real serious about how we get it done or not having some fun along the way. One things for certain, though, we'll all get good and dirty in the process."

"What do ya mean you aren't serious about how you get the work done?" Derek asked.

"Well, you can either stand out there in the hot sun, sweatin' your balls off and lookin' down all the time, or you can work away and have some fun. If the little guys are out there we almost always bury one of them in a furrow. Sometimes we'll make out like it's a lot of fun and try to get one of the younger ones to do the 'fun' stuff for us; you know, kinda like Tom Sawyer did with the fence. Unfortunately, they picked up on that one in a hurry. Other times, we've been known to have our own wrestlin' matches; winner gets to watch the loser work. Regardless, the work does get done and we wind up filthy dirty according to Mr. Dan'l. That means we have to get a quick shower after the tools are cleaned and put away. He also insists that we jump in the pool to make sure we get all the dirt off and to cool down some. That's his way of tellin' us that when the work's done, go play." The group stopped when Derek stopped and looked at them, puzzled.

"Is he serious?" Patrick and Brad immediately broke into laughter. They had a gullible one on their hands. This could be fun.

The boys worked away in the garden. Soon, it was apparent that Brad and Patrick did not exaggerate how dirty they could get working the garden. It hadn't rained in several days and the ground was dry and dusty. As they tilled the soil, clouds of dust rose to cling to the boys' sweaty bodies. The boys wiped the sweat from their eyes, not wanting the dust to get in and irritate the eyes. Soon, each boy was covered in a light gray powdering except around their eyes and mouths. When the boys looked at one another they didn't say anything, they just laughed.

"Jeremy, can I ask ya somethin'?" Brad spoke. "Did you ever do stuff like this when you were a slave? Did ya have chores to do and stuff?" Jeremy stopped and thought for a moment. "Uh, Jer . . listen, I'm sorry." Brad stuttered, embarrassed. "I didn't mean to . . . you know . . .just, I'm sorry, forget it. Okay?" Jeremy looked at Brad and took a deep breath.

"No. You can't forget it." Jeremy answered with a far-off look in his eyes. "It happened. It was real." The other boys remained quiet and looked down at their work, embarrassed for Jeremy and themselves.

"Mr. Dan'l and Mr. Arthur both told me I'd have to learn to deal with it one day. They said I had to accept what happened and decide if I was gonna move forward. That's one of the reasons they wanted me to come here, ya know? They thought that maybe it'd be easier for me ta talk about it. Thing is, nobody's told me what it is I hafta do to accept it and move forward. Sounds like a bunch of adult shit ta me. They try to make everything sound so simple." Jeremy returned to working the ground. Tears formed, but he refused to let them fall. The boys continued to work, silently.

"You know what was the scariest thing for me? Everybody thought it was when I was first taken in and then sold. Some people think it was when I was put in a cage hung from the ceiling and watched the people bid on me. That wasn't scary because I didn't know what they was biddin' for. Of course, I found out before long; it was to see who got to pop me. When I got fucked the first time, it wasn't nearly as scary as much as it just plain hurt. I thought they was gonna bust me into pieces. In my mind I can't see it, but I can still hear it."

"There was a lot of yellin' goin' on while they was biddin'. When it was over they got louder. They was so loud I didn't know what was goin' on around me. I remember a man grabbing my arm and pullin' me out of the cage. He said somethin' ta somebody and then pulled me over to a table. I was laid on my back and somebody got my wrists and pulled my arms back over my head. Then, the ugliest man I'd ever seen was standin' over me. I was naked and they put somethin' in my hole. I just kept lookin' at that man; he looked kinda like a ugly bear. The way he looked at me was scary and he needed ta shave. I remember he smelled, too. He kept sayin' somethin' 'bout how he was gonna enjoy poppin' my cherry; I didn't know what he was talkin' about. He said he was gonna really enjoy it and he knew how it was gonna hurt me and he didn't give a shit. He was gonna make me his pussy-boy. He was right. It hurt worse than anything I could remember. I screamed my head off and they just laughed. It hurt so bad that somewhere along the way, I passed out. He was right about somethin' else, too. He didn't give a shit."

"The next thing I remember I woke up in a cage. I was cryin' and hurt worse than anything I could ever remember. There was blood between my legs. Then I heard somebody tryin' ta say somethin', but they didn't talk loud. They whispered. It was another boy, a little bigger and older than me. He'd been crying, too. When I looked at him I saw these red stripes all over his body. He'd been whipped by one of the customers, for pleasure."

"Yeah, we had chores. We had to doctor each other, bathe each other, and flush each other out. We weren't allowed to talk. Those who wanted to have sex for relief couldn't. If they did, they were whipped and did without food for two days. Of course, we figured out ways to do things with each other. We did it just 'cause they said we couldn't. If they beat us, so what? Either they beat us or a customer paid to beat us. Either way, we got beat."

"Everybody said you'd get used to it and just learn to let the grown men do what they wanted with your body. I let them, but I never got used to it. All it got me was a one- way ticket to the recycling plant. That is, until Mr. Arthur showed up." Jeremy's expression changed as he said Arthur's name. His face no longer reflected bitterness, but a fond memory.

"I didn't know it at the time, but that was a whole new start for me. At first, I figured he was like the rest of the adults, he just wanted to use my body. When I presented myself for his inspection, you should have seen the look on his face. I didn't understand then that he didn't want me for sex and thought I was in some real trouble. They never took me to the auction. I was kept in a separate cage and heard the men say I wasn't to be touched. I figured some big politician or somebody like that had bought me. I was even fed twice a day, given a bath and they let me get out and walk. Of course, I was on a leash and wore ankle chains, but they let me walk around. I didn't know at the time that I was in bad shape because I felt so much better."

"When they delivered me, they kept me covered and hidden from everybody. That first night Mr. Arthur and Mr. Daniel came out to the room I was in and sat there talking. I wasn't sure if they were talking to me or about me or both. When they touched me it was to hold me and help me. Then I was scared 'cause I didn't know what to expect. Not once! not once!, did they even suggest about having sex with me. If you are a pleasure slave, all that meant was it was over for you. I knew I was doomed. But, of course, I found out I wasn't. Now look at me. I'm free. I can look ahead, not just down. I can say somethin' without bein' afraid I'll get slapped the side of the head. I don't have ta ask permission to go to the bathroom, eat, or speak. I didn't even dream it'd ever be like this for me again."

The other boys had stopped working and just looked at Jeremy. He didn't want their sympathy. He didn't tell his story so they would feel sorry for him or do anything special for him. It was a story he needed to tell and it was easier talking to boys his own age than to adults. Jeremy knew that he now had a few adults in his life that wanted to protect and help him. But, what about the others? How many were still out there that would want to make him a slave again.

"Jeremy," Patrick spoke in a quiet and serious tone. "The only thing we can say to ya is what Mr. Dan'l has said to us. Remember what happened. Remember why it happened. Most of all, remember you've been given another chance and don't blow it. There's lots of us had a rough time, not as bad as you maybe, but we've been there too. The counselors we talk to here tell us to work through one day at a time and learn to enjoy what's here. Be patient, it'll work out for you. 'Specially if Mr. Dan'l's there for you."

"Yeah, he's talked to me a lot. At first, I didn't trust him, but then I figured out there was somethin' special about him. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I feel comfortable around him. I saw this little kid, Danny, always runnin' after him. I figured if the kid could trust him, maybe he was okay."

"Brad, we finished here?" Jeremy asked. Brad looked at Patrick and then at the ground around them.

"Yep, looks like it to me. You got somethin' special you wanna do?" Brad said with a half smile.

"Well, Mr. Dan'l said I needed to move forward. I don't see how unless I learn ta skateboard." Jeremy looked at the two older boys with a slight smile and hope.

"Remember, there's a few things we gotta do first."

"Yeah, like get cleaned up. We look like a group of gray ghosts." Ted said jokingly.

"That's one thing. We also have to clean the tools and put them away. Then we get a shower and jump in the pool. There's one more thing Mr. Dan'l says we have to do too." Jeremy, Ted and Derek gave Brad a puzzled look. Patrick smiled knowing where Brad was headed.

"Mr. Dan'l says when we hit the pool we have to have fun and he expects to hear boys hollering and laughing. Camp rule. He never told us if there was any punishment for not havin' fun."

"Pro'bly," Ted interjected. "He'd make us come back out here and till over two more rows." The boys had a light laugh as they headed back to the recreation area.

As they walked back, Derek again thought about something he had on his mind since Kevin showed them around the camp. He watched Patrick and Brad and guessed they were more than just two boys living at New Horizons; they were good friends. So far, both of the boys had shown a willingness to talk and share their experiences at the camp. Derek figured he could probably trust them.

"Uhh . . . Brad? Can I ask ya somethin'?" The boys slowed down, recognizing the hesitancy in Derek's voice. Brad looked at Derek, waiting on the question. "The guys around here, that is, the older guys . . . you know . . . well, seems like everybody sleeps in an open room and the showers and toilets are open, too. I mean . . .well, how do ya get any privacy . . . like, you know . . . ta take care of personal matters?" Patrick and Brad looked at one another. Jeremy and Ted tried to hide their smiles.

"Derek, are you askin' us how we get our rocks off?" Brad answered with a big smile. Jeremy and Ted couldn't help it, they burst out laughing. Derek looked at the boys, his face crimson, and nodded.

"Well, I hafta admit, nobody's asked me that one before." Brad continued with a devilsh grin on his face. "Derek, are you tellin' us you need to jack-off or somethin'?" Brad asked as he moved over and wrapped an arm around Derek's shoulder. "You sure you're old enough to shoot?" The other boys were now having a good time at Derek's expense.

"I can shoot! See, I got pubes, too!" Derek answered defensively. "Maybe I'm not as old or as big as you guys, and maybe I don't shoot as much, but I can shoot." Derek insisted.

"Easy, Derek, Brad's just teasin' ya." Patrick interjected to calm things down a bit. "I don't think anyone has ever asked anyone around here that question; least ways, not that I know, anyway." Patrick paused a moment to let Derek settle down. "Mr. Dan'l has a rule here. He admits that we're boys and he knows that we do get horny. He also admits that most of us are not what you'd call innocent. In fact, most of us around here have probably done just about anything you could imagine as far as sex goes. I think he said it somethin' like once you've tasted the sweets, it's hard to tell us to keep out of the sugar jar? Somethin' along those lines, anyway. Understand?"

"Yeah," Derek answered. "Mr. Dan'l admits he knows you boys are gonna jerk off and have sex. My questions was, how and where do ya do it? There's no place ta be private."

"Well, sometimes we don't do it in private." Brad said, shocking poor Derek. "You gotta be in the showers at the right time. Once we have the little ones down for the night, a lot of the older guys will get a shower and maybe, shall we say, have a little fun?" Derek gave Brad a puzzled look, so Brad continued. "You know, like a shootin' contest or a circle jerk. You've done that before, had'n ya?"

"Oh . . . yeah . . .sure . . .lotsa times." Derek answered.

"Suuuure you have." Brad responded while keeping an arm around Derek's shoulder and guiding him towards the garden shed. "Patrick, I think we got us an innocent here. Maybe he needs some education before he goes back to school. Those kids'll eat him up."

"Education? What? How? What're you guys thinkin' a doin'? I'm not stupid! I know what sex is." Derek became more insistent and defensive.

"Knowin's one thing; doin's another." Patrick answered. "Derek, you had'n even scratched the surface. Hell, we got our own private stashes of KY around here. Maybe we need ta get the twins here ta teach you a few things. You know how to do a belly rub? You ever rubbed somebody's butt cheeks before and massaged 'em? How 'bout a good French kiss or pig-stickin'?"

"Twins? Who're they, and what's KY for? Who'm I supposed ta kiss or stick?" Derek asked, now getting worked up enough to not worry about being embarrassed for his obvious lack of experience.

"Oh, man!! If we were back on the street, we'd make a fortune off you. You're what we call fresh meat in the market. A john'd pay a bundle for a chance at your little ass." The boys, including Jeremy, doubled over in a fit of laughter, knowing Derek was going to be in for an unforgettable experience before this trip was over.

Paul walked into Daniel's office and set on the desk a bottle of antiseptic, gauze bandages, tape and band-aids. Daniel looked at the items and then at Paul.

"Patrick and Brad just came in with Jeremy and his friends. I just gave them all skate boards and helmets. Somehow, I think there's going to be a few learning injuries around here today and you may need these."

"Really." Daniel moved his chair around to watch out the window. "Paul, sometimes I don't think you have any faith in these boys."

"Of course I have faith in them." Paul answered. "Everyone of 'em is just stubborn enough that they won't admit when they don't know how to do something. They keep trying until there's not a joint or limb that isn't cut or bruised. OOOHHH!" Paul remarked as they watched Jeremy take a tumble.

"Yeah, but remember one thing about that stubbornness. The boys keep trying until they get it right. They don't quit. Would you want to be the only one in the group that couldn't ride a bike or hit a ball or whatever else it is they're trying to accomplish? It's called youthful vanity." Just as Daniel finished, Derek took a tumble.

Daniel and Paul sat near the window and watched the boys. The expressions of shock and surprise as the boys hit the ground, followed by a grimace, were the source of several laughs. Paul was right, the boys wouldn't quit. Both men knew that the boys were going to be sporting several bruises before the afternoon was over. They also watched as more than one knee or elbow was scraped and started bleeding.

The boys didn't quit or complain. Each boy laughed with the others as they all, at some point, managed to take a hard fall. Finally, Jeremy was able to stand on the board and ride the length of the course they had laid out on the sidewalk and basketball court. Derek soon followed. Patrick, Brad and Ted stood to the side coaching the other boys. Finally, the three coaches decided to take a turn. When one boy did a trick, the other boys tried to emulate him. It was rare that one of them didn't take a fall.

As he watched the boys enjoying themselves, Daniel paid particular attention to Jeremy and how he reacted to the other boys. Daniel saw Jeremy during breakfast and noticed the look of apprehension was still present. Now, as he interacted with the other boys, no one would ever guess that he had special issues. For all practical purposes Jeremy appeared to be a normal happy boy in the early stages of adolescence. He laughed when the other boys said something funny and appeared to have no trouble talking with the boys. The test would be how he reacted in the long run around different boys.

"Watching Jeremy?" Paul commented more than asked.

"Yeah. You know, it's amazing to me how these kids seem to bounce back from adversity so quickly. To them, life is simple. Feed them, care for them when they're sick or hurt, and be there if they need that reassuring arm around the shoulders or lap to sit in. That's all they ask for. You know, Paul I bet if I were to go out there right now and tell them that they all had to start wearing uniforms everyday, we'd have a rebellion on our hands."

"Daniel, you're probably right. They'd want to know what they did wrong for you to make them wear clothes. The way it is now they are completely free, they don't have to worry about getting clothes dirty or torn, cleaning and caring for them. To them running around au natural is completely natural. There's something else you have to admit, too. Look at them. They look about as innocent as they come; they have that special glow about them that you just can't quite put your finger on or explain, but it's there."

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!! Oh God!" Derek exclaimed as he hit the ground.

"Derek, you keep takin' falls like that and you ain't never gonna have ta worry 'bout usin' that equipment." The boys laughed as Derek fell, straddling his board and now with both hands tucked into his crotch.

"Hey, Jer'my, take it slow 'n easy man." Brad tried giving guidance to the more than anxious and willing to cooperate Jeremy. "Put one foot on the board and leave the other one on the ground. All you want to do is go forward, slow and easy. If you think you're gonna fall, you can catch yourself with the foot that's not on the board. Like this." Brad demonstrated what he was trying to tell Jeremy to do.

"Ohh, shit! OWWWW!" Brad hit the ground and looked up to see the other boys laughing. Brad laughed with them.

"Brad, man, part of the instructions say you're supposed to stay on the board, not let it fly out from under ya." Patrick taunted as he extended a hand to help his friend up.

"Well, Jer, I think you get the idea. But Patrick's right, you're not supposed to let the board fly out from under ya."

"Hey, Brad, wait till Mr. Dan'l sees your butt. He's gonna want to know how you got so bruised up." Patrick continued to taunt.

"Yeah, well, when he does, I'm just gonna tell him you been horny as hell and poundin' my ass too much and too hard. I'll ask him for some salt-peter for ya. How do ya like that?" The other boys broke into an uproar at Brad's openness, but Derek had to slip over next to Ted while he laughed.

"Ted. What's salt-peter?" Ted laughed harder.

"Derek, I think you've been leadin' a way too sheltered life; we need to talk later. Right now, why don't we just have fun on the skateboards, okay?"

Sean saw his brother take a fall and had to join the group to taunt his older brother.

"Hey, Brad, you always gonna stay on the bottom or you gonna learn to take the top sometime?" Brad turned and saw his brother.

"I'll bottom you, you little pipsqueak."

Sean took off running with Brad right on his heels. When Brad caught him he tossed his giggling younger brother over his shoulder and headed back to the group of boys.

"Hey, guys, ya think we need somethin' ta jump? If he's lucky we won't miss more than five or six times before we clear him. Derek can go first." Shouted a smiling Brad who was enjoying playing with his brother.

"No! Brad! You can't do that. Stop! Stop!" No one took Sean's pleas seriously because he was laughing so hard he began to drool down his brother's back.

"Oh, God, Sean! That's gross!" All the boys stood around and laughed at the show the two were putting on.

Daniel and Paul had been watching the boys and decided they needed to get outside and tend to wounds and calm things down before someone took it a little too far. As they came out of the building carrying antiseptic and bandages, Sean ran to Daniel.

"Mr. Dan'l, Mr. Dan'l, save me!" Sean wrapped his arms around Daniel but couldn't keep a straight face.

"Save you? From who? Brad?" Daniel looked at the boy and smiled. "Brad, were you threatening this poor helpless child?"

"Not me, Mr. Dan'l. I wouldn't threaten him, I'd just let him have it."

"See Sean, he wasn't threatening you." Daniel put an arm around the boy's shoulder as they joined the other boys. "Okay guys, it's almost supper time. How about getting cleaned up and let's take care of any life threatening injuries. First, though how about all of you standing under the shower and rinsing off. Brad? Who beat your butt, kid?" With that question the boys broke into another fit of laughter.

Daniel had seen exactly what happened but decided he would give the boys a good time.

"Jeremy, didn't anyone ever tell you not to try and fight a cement sidewalk? The sidewalk will win every time." Daniel walked over and looked at all the scrapes on Jeremy and had to laugh; the boy definitely wouldn't give up. "Jeremy, if you want to learn to skateboard, that's fine with me. However, if you don't learn to do any better than this by the time you go home, you be sure to tell Mom I didn't have a thing to do with all these injuries; they were all self-inflicted." Jeremy looked up and smiled at Daniel. It had been a long time since anyone played and teased him like this. He was beginning to remember what it had been like to be free.

As Daniel inspected the minor wounds and scrapes from the afternoon's activities, four cars pulled into the parking lot. Daniel and the other boys recognized Captain Jackson and his men who had come to coach their teams for the weekend. The men had also brought their sons. When Patrick and Brad saw the Captain's sons, they smiled and spoke barely above a whisper.

"Derek wanted to learn somethin', here comes the teachers." Jeremy, Ted and Derek turned to look at Patrick.

"Those two naked boys following the Captain are his sons. I bet they got naked as soon as they cleared the city; their nymphos. He may think their innocent, but we can tell you they're really sex maniacs. Even as young as they are. They're friends with the twins and when the four of 'em get together, watch out. They have their own little orgy goin'. The other boys gettin' out of the cars are almost as bad. I bet they don't even bother to sleep when they're here. They're too busy . . .well, let's just say they're too busy to sleep. Derek, I got a feelin' this could definitely be your weekend for a real education."

**** After supper, the older boys had the younger boys outside running around playing games of tag and dodge-ball. The younger boys stood in the circle formed by the older boys. The younger ones were always so excited and giggly playing the game, they weren't able to dodge the ball often. If a boy was hit he moved out of the circle to watch for a few minutes. Before long he would always manage to work his way back into the circle to become a new target. Sometimes, but not too often, the older boys would get a little too enthusiastic and a young boy was hit on the side of his head or in the face. When this happened, they always had to take a break to console the 'injured' boy and help him dry up the tears.

The game of tag was just as energetic as the dodge-ball game. An older boy was always chasing after a younger boy who couldn't run as fast as he should because of his laughing and giggling. No one worried about whether they were tagged or not, it was the thrill of being chased and all the attention. Depending on the size of the boys, it wasn't unusual for a larger boy to catch a little one and rather than just tag him, the younger boy was picked up and tossed over the older boy's shoulder. The high-pitched screams of joy from the little one let everyone know how much fun they were having.

A common element of the two games was that not one boy finished without getting dirty from head to toe. No matter how many times they showered that day or how much time they spent in the pool, no one went to bed without taking another shower. Big brothers had developed a ritual of tossing their little brother over their shoulders and carrying them into the community showers. The younger boys loved the attention of just being able to stand in one spot while their big brothers cleaned them. Another part of the ritual included patting the little ones dry and then carrying them to bed.

Was the ritual necessary? Yes. All boys love getting attention and being made to feel special, knowing someone cares about them. The ritual allowed the older boys to let the younger boys know that someone did love them, did care about them, and would take the time to pamper them. Everyone knew it wasn't as good as when a parent gave them special attention at home, but it was as close as they could get. When the little ones were put to bed and tucked in, it was time for the older boys to take care of themselves.

Jeremy, Derek and Ted stood with several other boys that didn't have a little brother to be responsible for and watched the fun and games as the older boys bathed and cared for their young charges. They watched as some of the younger boys would wrap their arms around their big brother's neck and give them a hug. Big brothers spoke quietly to the younger boys who seemed to listen intently, soaking up every word. It was obvious that a special bond existed between the boys. Their attitudes that quickly changed from playful and teasing to loving and caring reflected that special bond and understanding.

As the older boys put their charges to bed, many came back to the shower room. Some re-entered the shower while others stood around and talked. Jeremy, Derek and Ted didn't think there was any special meaning to the occasional glances directed towards them. When the crowd thinned out a little, the three boys joined the other boys under the shower heads. Again, the boys didn't think anything of the occasional glances until Ted noticed that one boy seemed to be glancing away from him more than glancing toward him. Ted also quickly realized the same boy now stared at him and smiled. Ted smiled back and looked down to see that the boy was washing only one particular portion of his body. Ted immediately boned up.

The activities in the shower had not escaped Derek and Jeremy's attention either. Jeremy immediately realized what the boys were doing. Derek had never seen boys masturbating in a group and just stared from one boy to another. Brad had a good laugh watching Ted and Derek absorb what was happening.

"Easy guys," Brad said, addressing the other boys. "Slow down and let's not blow it all too fast, here. We are privileged, tonight, to have in our presence, a virgin. He is a virgin so far as circle jerks and shoot-offs are concerned. Tonight, we will relieve him of his virginity status as far as circle jerks are concerned. Anyone not wanting to participate should move to the other side of the room. All willing to participate, please form the circle."

Eleven boys formed the circle. Brad looked over and saw that Jeremy, Ted and Derek were standing to the side and waved his hand as an invitation for them to join the group. Derek hesitated until he saw Ted and Jeremy move into the circle. Derek was unaware that this event was orchestrated just for his benefit.

"Okay." Brad continued as he stood in the middle of the circle. "Derek, the way we do this is each boy takes his left arm and places it over the shoulders of the boy standing to his left." Brad paused for each boy to assume the correct position. "Then, you reach out with your right hand and hold the dick to your right. If it's not hard, then gently squeeze it until it is hard and ready for action."

Derek was too nervous to keep an erection. He felt someone wrap a hand around his tool and instinctively pulled back. Someone on his right whispered for him to relax and go with the flow. Then, he felt something cross the sensitive head of his tool and his manhood stiffened, sending pleasure coursing through his body. The tool Derek held in his hand was already stiff and ready for action.

"Okay, now, everybody close their eyes; no peaking. Think lustful thoughts. Think about a nice warm mouth surrounding your dick or someone sensuously licking your sac or playing with your nipples. Maybe it's you doing the tasting, whatever turns you on the most. Think hot sex. Think fun sex. Think about the tightest, hottest piece of ass you ever had. Go slow and easy and enjoy it." Brad didn't say any more as he left the middle of the circle. He walked between Derek and the boy to his right. Derek let go, but then quickly again wrapped his hand around hard flesh that radiated heat.

Derek stood with his eyes closed. He felt the warmth radiated by the boy to his left. He felt the boy on his right slightly thrusting his hips forward and knew he was pleasing his neighbor. Letting his mind wander, Derek thought about Jeremy and Ted. He thought about all the things he wanted to do to them, the things he wanted them to do to him, and the things he wanted them to do together. The thoughts, and the feel of a tight hand around his boyhood, caused Derek to shiver and begin to whimper. Lust gradually consumed his being.

Suddenly, Derek became aware of a body standing behind him. He could feel the heat radiating from a hot body and the warmth of his breath as it caressed his neck. The caressing moved around his neck and, suddenly, it blew gently into his ear. Derek couldn't help it, he let out a moan of pleasure and leaned back to enjoy the sensation. When he leaned back, he touched the soft skin behind him.

Two fingers gently touched the crevice where cheek met the back of his thigh. Involuntarily, he jerked forward, then back. The touch, gentle enough to form goose- bumps on his flesh, traveled slowly over his hips and down the "v" path formed by torso meeting leg. The touch stopped when it reached the area between inner thigh and soft scrotum. Thumbs began to massage the twin orbs. Derek squirmed, his legs were shaking and getting weaker with every touch.

"Just stand there and enjoy the feelings. Let your mind wander to good thoughts; thoughts of pleasure; thoughts of the one that means the most to you." A mysterious voice whispered in his ear.

The points that touched him so gently began the slow ascent up his side while a tongue bathed his neck. Derek was becoming lost in his own lustful world. The tongue was wet and hot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his young body. As the tongue moved up toward his ear, he felt teeth nibbling the lobe. His head fell back, giving full access to the mysterious person pleasuring him. He remembered to squeeze the boyhood in his right hand. The more pleasure he felt, the harder he squeezed his neighbor's boyhood; the more he moaned and whimpered his pleasure.

The points of touch moved slowly before reaching his nipples. When they reached his nipples, something soft teased them, flicked them, and pinched them. The sharp pinch startled Derek, but he thrust his chest out for more. He could feel something moving slowly up and down his crack; it was wet. Was it somebody's tongue? Was it somebody moving their leaking boyhood? He didn't care, it felt so good.

The teasing of his nipples stopped, and he was disappointed until he felt each cheek being grabbed in strong hands that kneaded and pulled and massaged the young bubble shaped globes. Derek was shaking and felt weak. He was nearing his climax. The moans and whimpers of the boys around him pushed him closer to the point of ecstasy; he needed to reach the point of climax. Suddenly, there were hands on his nipples, another hand pounded his boyhood, while another kneaded his butt and a tongue drilled hard into his ear. Derek moaned and whimpered till he couldn't stand anymore and then cried out and gasped for breath as his body spasmed.

"Ohhhh! . . .oohhhh . . .gaaaaaahhhhd . . .mmmmppphhh . . .fuck . . .oooohhhhh . . .mmmmppphh . . ..AAAAHHH!! . .AAAAHHH!! . .AAAAHHH!! . .mmmppphhhh."

Gasping for air, Derek opened his eyes to see Jeremy standing directly in front of him, smiling. His knees weak, his breath short from the wildest orgasm is young body had ever produced. The boys he saw around him in the circle experienced the same problem. All gasped for air; most sported some boy juice on their body. Brad that stood behind Derek with his arm wrapped around the boy's waist to support him. When he looked to his right, he saw that it was Ted's boyhood that he still held in his hand. Derek blushed, but smiled at the same time.

"You boys have a good time?" Mark suddenly called out loudly. The startled boys just stared at him, then smiled.

"Mr. Mark," one of the boys responded, "we was just helpin' Derek to lose his virginity. This was his first circle jerk."

"Virginity, huh? How about you boys have three minutes to get cleaned up and into bed before all you 'ex-virgins' pull extra kp duty?"

Mark quickly returned to his room, and Kevin, before the boys could see him laughing at their escapades.

End Ch Sixty-Two

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com