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Chapter Ninety-Two: New Horizons
Thursday morning, the little ones were up bright and early, ready for another day of fun. Daniel could hear the younger boys outside trying to get their big brothers to move faster. The older boys were trying to get the younger boys to leave them alone. Daniel lay in bed, with his eyes closed and his hands crossed under his head, listening and laughing to himself. He knew why the older boys wanted more rest and it wasn't because of all the fun time they had at Sea World or one of the other parks.
"UUMMMPPHHH!!" Daniel gasped as he reached for his stomach. The weight that had just crashed on top of him was Danny, wide-eyed and smiling.
"He-ey," Danny said in his sing-song manner. "Grandpa Thompson said for me to wake you up and I did."
"Grandpa Thompson?" Daniel asked as he got his breath back, looking to his father who just held his hands out and shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah," Danny answered with a smile. "He said him and you was gonna take us to see the animals." Danny continued to look at Daniel, the boy's eyes filled with hope and anticipation.
"Okaaayyy, and did Grandpa Thompson tell you just where we were going to see these animals?"
"Uh-huh," Danny answered as he placed a finger on Daniel's chin and started pulling Daniel's lower lip down and then watching it bounce back when he removed his finger. "He said it was in a place called Africa Park. He said, too, that they got wild animals like lions and giraffes walking around and we get ta see 'em and maybe pet 'em, too."
Daniel smiled to himself as he listened to Danny and watched the boy. The young voice filled with wonder, anticipating the excitement of being close to real wild animals. In all his excitement, Danny was bouncing all over Daniel and almost inadvertently kneed Daniel where no male cares to be kneed. Daniel wrapped an arm down Danny's back, grabbed a handful of little boy butt, and held the boy still.
"And do you know what else they have at that place?" Danny continued to talk, non- stop, getting more excited by the minute; he didn't wait for Daniel to answer. "They's got dinosaureses! Grandpa says it's a place called Dino-Romo . . . . or somethin' like that."
Daniel had to laugh at Danny and then rubbed the little boy's back. Danny finally lay still, enjoying the attention.
"The name is Dino-Rama, and they have a lot more than just dinosaurs. You also get to see and pet animals, go on a safari, a train ride and Nemo, too." While Daniel spoke, Danny turned over on his back, still laying on Daniel. Danny's head lay near Daniel's right shoulder. The boy looked up at his hero and stretched his left arm back and wrapped it around Daniel's head. "But there's something you have to do before we go." Danny stopped moving and waited for Daniel to tell him what to do. "We need to eat breakfast and then you have to put on some clothes. I don't think our hosts would appreciate you running around their parks naked all the time."
"Okay!" Danny answered simply as he jumped down to the floor, grabbing Daniel's hand and trying to pull him out of the bed.
"Daniel, we have a sign-up list the boys used to indicate where they would like to go." Barry handed a copy of the list to Daniel. "We'll need to make some adjustments. You can see that some of the older boys have indicated a different park than their little brother. Also, we need to balance them out a little better and assign chaperones."
"Don't we have enough adults here to keep the required ratio of adults and boys?" Barry nodded. "Why don't we let the older boys who want to go somewhere besides Animal Kingdom just go, assuming there's room. It looks like most of them want to go to Blizzard Beach and maybe it's time for them to just be able to cut loose a little for themselves. Don't you think?"
"I think all kids should be able to just cut loose once in a while."
"Well, why don't you make the announcements, but there is a condition. They have to agree to go again when it's time for their little brothers to go to Blizzard Beach. If they don't think they could handle a second trip, then suggest they wait." Daniel had difficulty finishing his statement, fighting to suppress his laughter.
Daniel didn't have to wait for Barry to return with the boys' answers, their cheers were probably heard half way across the resort. When Barry did return, he mentioned a subject they hadn't considered.
"Daniel, have you thought about what the boys will wear at the beach? Also, will we need their Cherub outfits?"
"What they wear at the beach shouldn't be a problem," Captain Jackson interrupted. "The park lets prepubescent boys swim and play nude if they want. Want to have a little fun with 'em?" The Captain asked with a devilish smile. "Have the boys going to the beach line up after they eat." Daniel wasn't sure what the Captain had in mind, but he knew it would all be in fun.
As the group sat enjoying their breakfast, Daniel noticed a van drive up. Elizabeth arrived with a cameraman. With Elizabeth were her two sons.
"Elizabeth," Daniel greeted her as he stood, "we didn't expect to see you until Saturday."
"Daniel, you should know by now that if there is something political going on, and it's hush-hush, I'll find out. A little birdie told me the governor and part of his cabinet will be paying you a visit." Elizabeth looked around Daniel and spotted Dr. Thompson. "I can see part of the messenger team is already here. Care to fill me in?"
"I'm not sure how much I can tell you right now." Daniel answered. "I can offer you and the boys some breakfast though."
"We've eaten, thank you. Some coffee would be good, though." One of the boys on KP promptly brought out a fresh cup of coffee.
"Elizabeth, somehow I don't think I need to ask, but would you and the boys like to join us today?" Daniel smiled, knowing the answer. Elizabeth smiled, knowing that Daniel already knew her response, as she looked at her boys, who had joined their friends, and signaled for them to join her.
"Mr. Daniel wants to know if you boys would like to go with them to one of the parks?" The boys looked at Daniel.
"Sea World, Animal Kingdom or Blizzard Beach."
"Blizzard Beach," one of the boys responded immediately, while his brother gave the offer some consideration.
"My thinker," Elizabeth told the group.
"Animal Kingdom . . .maybe. Hold on." The adults laughed as they watched the boy run over and consult a friend, then run back to his mother.
"Animal Kingdom."
"Got it," Barry interjected before anyone could say anything. He added the boys to his roster.
As the boys finished their breakfast, the Captain let the adults know it was time to have a little fun with the boys. The adults sat back and watched as the Captain walked to the middle of the eating area and called for all the boys going to Blizzard Beach to form a line in front of him. All the boys, including Elizabeth's son, quickly formed a line in front of the Captain. The boys were laughing and smiling, anticipating it was time for them to leave.
"Now boys," the Captain began, using his stern, almost disciplinary, tone, "you all know where we are going today. Has anyone considered . . ." The Captain stopped talking as he gave Elizabeth's son a stern look. The Captain approached the boy, standing close so the boy would have to look up at him.
"Son, do you notice that you just might be a little different from the other boys in this line?"
The boy gave the Captain a quizzical look and then looked down the line. Realizing what the Captain meant, the boy quickly stepped back and stripped. Elizabeth gasped and then giggled when she realized her son had not bothered with underwear that morning.
"That's better, boy. Remember, there's nothing that says you can't be just as comfortable as these other boys. Fact is, I think I've seen you naked more than I ever have with clothes. You don't look natural in clothes." The Captain then directed his attention to the group while the boys snickered.
"Boys, listen up," The Captain barked out as he pulled out a straight razor and opened it. "The park policy says all prepubescent boys may swim nude. All others must wear a suit. So, now, it's inspection time."
The Captain slowly walked down the row of boys. As he stood in front of each boy, the boy had to thrust his pelvis out for inspection. The adults laughed at the antics of some of the younger boys, particularly those that put their hands on their butt and pushed forward. Boys passing inspection were told to take a step back; those not passing remained where they were. When the inspection was complete, the Captain had those boys not passing inspection stand together.
"Boys, obviously, you all know that you didn't pass the test. All of you have some pubes, which means you must wear a swim suit or shorts. Now, we will make this offer, this one time, to remove the evidence so you may be as comfortable as the other boys. Anyone so desiring the treatment, step forward." As he completed the offer, the Captain again held up the straight razor. TJ, knowing the Captain was having fun at their expense, decided to play along and stepped forward.
"Captain, sir," TJ began, using a mocking tone of respect, "I don't like ta wear clothes, sir, and I would appreciate it if you would shave my privates so I can pass inspection." TJ tried standing at attention as he had seen soldiers do on television. The Captain stood in front of TJ and intentionally gave him an evil grin.
"Okay, TJ, if you're sure that's what you want. You do know that I have to shave all the pubescent hairs off, right?"
TJ nodded and was surprised when the Captain lifted his arm and began shaving his arm pit. When TJ was clean under his arms, the Captain then walked around behind TJ and caressed his butt before telling him to bend over and pull his cheeks apart. TJ gave the Captain a look that said he hadn't counted on this part; it was a little embarrassing. The other boys began to laugh. The Captain ran a fingernail down TJ's crack and announced,
"Smooth as a baby's behind. Stand up, TJ." TJ quickly complied as the Captain walked around to face the blushing boy.
"That's private property," TJ announced. The other boys laughed, knowing that TJ's butt was Evan's private property.
The Captain held up the straight razor for TJ to see, twisting the blade to reflect the light. TJ was not going to let the Captain get the best of him. It was a matter of honor.
"TJ, there is only one area left to be cleaned. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir, Captain. Are you going to hold everything for me?" TJ asked with a slight smirk which elicited muffled giggles from the other boys.
The Captain had two other boys stand on either side of TJ to keep him steady, and instructed TJ to spread his legs and thrust out his pride and joy. TJ complied.
"Now, TJ, I want you to understand that I wouldn't deliberately hurt you. I had a vet tell me once that if you wanted to remove the signs of maturity, that you always started from the back."
The Captain slipped the razor between TJ's legs and only made slight contact with the back of TJ's scrotum. TJ looked at the Captain, unsure of what to think or do. Suddenly, TJ felt something sharp slide across the back of his scrotum, and reacted, jerking his hands free and grabbing the Captain's arm.
"GOD!!! STOP! NO! . . .OHH SHIITT!! . . .YOU CUT ME!! . . .MY . . .What the . . .?"
TJ screamed, thinking the Captain had cut his scrotum and he could lose his boyhood. Bending over and grabbing the Captain's arm, it took TJ a moment to realize the razor was lying on the ground, blade closed. The Captain looked TJ in the eye and then pulled his forefinger from behind TJ's scrotum. TJ had felt the edge of the Captain's fingernail.
The other boys burst into laughter, aware of what the Captain had done, and pointed at TJ. Recovering from his shock, TJ quickly grasped his boyhood with both hands and sank to the ground. Not releasing his protective hold on his pride and joy, TJ began to laugh with the other boys. TJ looked at the Captain,
"I think I'll wear shorts and keep my hairs."
The Captain reached out a helping hand. A red-faced and relieved TJ stood and received a loving bear hug from the man as his friends patted him on the back, and a friendly pat on his butt, for being a good sport.
Elizabeth, recognizing that TJ had put himself into a "teenager's pride" position and was a little embarrassed, decided to help him out with a little encouragement. She approached TJ and cupped his face with both hands.
"TJ, I hate to tell you this, but I don't think shaving would do you any good. With your good looks, that hot body and the gift of nature, no one would ever mistake you for a little boy." Elizabeth then redirected her attention and smiling asked, "Am I right, Evan?"
Both boys promptly set the bar for blushing.
Daniel, Elizabeth, Dr. Thompson, Arthur and a couple of the Captain's men escorted a group of the boys to Animal Kingdom. The older boys were allowed to go off on their own to enjoy such attractions as the Kali River Rapids and other attractions considered too advanced for the younger boys. After receiving their passes, the older boys took off without an escort, but with instructions where they were to meet for lunch and when.
The adults decided one of the first attractions for the younger boys would be the safari where visitors rode in an open air vehicle and observed the animals in their natural habitats. The youngest trio, unknowingly, provided the most entertainment to the guests.
"LOOK!" Ian hollered in his excitement, pointing to the large animal. "Look, Mr. Dan'l. he's big! Look at his ears." Ryan and Danny looked to where their friend pointed, along with almost everyone else in the vehicle. The three boys watched the animal with awe and fascination.
"Is that Dumbo, Mr. Dan'l?" Ryan asked in a very serious tone.
"No, Ryan, that isn't Dumbo," Elizabeth answered as she placed an arm around Ryan's shoulders, "but he has ears almost as big as Dumbo, doesn't he?" Ryan nodded his agreement.
"He's got a big nose, too," Ian offered his observation as he held his fist to his nose and then stretched out his other hand to demonstrate how big the elephant's nose was.
"I saw on television one time where this el'phant curled his nose and a lady sat on it and he carried her 'round," Danny offered his bit of information, not wanting to be left out. "Are we gonna get ta ride like that?"
"Not this time, little man," Daniel answered as he reached down for Danny, who had slipped off his seat so he could look around better, and pulled his favorite little guy up on his lap. "However, when we finish this ride you will get to see some more animals you can stand next to and pet, and feed them too. Will that be okay?"
The adults spent the rest of the safari ride watching and listening to all the boys enjoy themselves. After the ride, they walked towards the petting area where the boys could pet different animals. The supervisor on duty, recognizing the boys as being from New Horizons, gave each of them a small bag of food to feed the animals. Danny and his friends thought the animals tongues felt scratchy and laughed at their touch. The highlight of the visit was when Ian bent over to pet a lamb and the resident goat gave Ian a strong head-butt to the boy's bottom. Ian yelped while everyone else laughed. Ian didn't think it was very funny.
"Come over here, Ian," Elizabeth called in a soothing tone, "let's make sure you're okay."
Everyone knew that Ian was okay, possibly a little bruised later, but nothing serious. Elizabeth knew that a little sympathy and motherly love could go a long way towards mending bruises to the body and the ego. Ian enjoyed the attention. A couple of good sympathetic hugs and pats to his bottom, and he was ready to rejoin his friends.
"I remember when my boys were that size, they loved the petting zoo," Elizabeth reminisced. "I don't remember either of them getting a head-butt from a goat, but there was more than one time a sheep or some other animal became aggressive with them, going after the food. When the sheep knocked them to the ground, they would just sit there and laugh while the sheep ate the food out of their little hands."
"That's one of the great things about being young," Dr. Thompson observed, "Little kids don't know to be afraid of anything and just enjoy life."
"Look at their eyes," Daniel commented, "None of these kids has a care in the world right now. In fact, their whole world is right here, right now and they're enjoying it. It's a shame that somewhere along the way, growing up, they lose that innocence and the ability to appreciate the simple things. While they can, I want to see them enjoy their innocence." Daniel paused a few minutes before calling to the boys.
"Hey, guys, let's get moving. There's a lot more to see and do. How about a train ride and then we meet the others for some lunch?"
"What's after lunch?" Danny asked.
"Lots of things. There's still the Lion King to see and Nemo and a parade."
"We get ta meet the Lion King?" Danny asked in his high-pitched, excited voice.
"Yes. It's a festival, kind of like a party, but you have to go on the train and eat lunch first."
The restaurant of choice was the Rainforest. Daniel knew when he walked in that it was going to be a long lunch. The boys were too busy imitating the animated animals, particularly the gorillas, to take time to eat. Daniel thought the little ones would be bad, but the older boys set a new standard for regression and cut-ups.
"Daniel," Dr. Thompson's tone became serious, "Suppose the governor can pull off his idea. What do you think you'll be able to do then?" Daniel looked at his dad and then turned to Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, you know something is happening. I need to ask you to promise me that anything you here stays confidential for now. When you here it, you'll understand."
"Daniel, you know I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your program."
"I know you wouldn't, but right now we'll be talking about a lot more than just the program I had hoped to get into play."
"I'll promise not to release any information without first talking with you. Good enough?" Daniel just smiled in response.
"Dad, I've been thinking about what you said yesterday regarding freeing the children. I've had so many ideas running through my head that I didn't have time to write one down before another one popped up. Sometimes my brain feels like it's spinning out of control; and then I have times I just want to sit down and savor the idea of freeing the kids. Usually, when I begin savoring the idea, that's when the dark side begins to appear."
"Daniel." Dr. Thompson tried to remain calm with his son, "I know you well enough to know that what you just said made sense, some where. Would you like to fill in some of the blanks for the rest of us?"
"It's simple. The court said all the children enslaved without due process should be freed. Think about how many children we could be talking about. The state hasn't been able to come up with a number yet. What happens to the children that did receive due process? Who is going to take the time to review each and every file to determine whether there was or was not due process? I'm thinking of suggesting to the governor that history repeat itself. That way, everything can be accomplished in one fell swoop. I just need some help working out some of the details."
Elizabeth, Dr. Thompson and Arthur just sat at the table staring at one another. Each seemed to have some idea, but not a firm grasp, what Daniel was talking about. Dr. Thompson gave Daniel a quizzical look and then asked,
"Daniel, are you suggesting a con . . ."
"Mr Dan'l! Mr. Dan'l," Danny called out loudly as he ran up to Daniel. "We're through. Can we go play now?" Daniel turned to Danny with a stern look; Danny knew he had done something wrong and hung his head.
"Danny! Do you understand that what you just did was very rude and disrespectful? You know better than to just run up and interrupt us when we're talking."
"I'm sorry," Danny whined, still looking down. Then he looked up and whispered, "Who did I interrupt?"
"Me, little guy," Dr. Thompson announced as he placed both hands over Danny's ribs and tickled him as he picked the young boy up. Danny screamed and began to shriek with laughter. Dr. Thompson turned Danny in his arms so he could look him in the eye.
"I'll forgive you this time, but you do it again then you're going to be in biiiiiig trouble, understand?"
"Yes, sir," Danny answered, beginning to turn on the charm, "I'm sorry, Grandpa. Is Mr. Dan'l still mad at me?" Dr. Thompson looked over Danny's shoulder at Daniel who reached out and took Danny in his arms.
"Danny, I'm not mad at you, just a little disappointed. Be more careful in the future, okay?"
"Okay." Danny paused only a moment before showing his characteristic smile that usually got him what he wanted. "We going to go play some more, now?"
The adults laughed, realizing Danny never lost sight of why he interrupted them in the first place.
Daniel and Elizabeth took the younger boys to see the Nemo musical. The other boys accompanied Arthur and Dr. Thompson to see the Lion King show. Both shows were high energy, but Daniel and Elizabeth thought the younger boys could handle Nemo better. After the show, the boys were to be guests in the Jungle parade and spend the rest of the afternoon exploring Dino-Rama. After the parade, Dr. Thompson stopped his son as they walked through the park.
"Daniel, I have something for you. When the governor gets here and you start on the latest project, there won't be much free time for a while. You've given these boys a lot and I want you to take some time for yourself." Dr. Thompson then reached in his pocket and pulled out a hotel key for the Polynesian.
"A tram will be coming by here very shortly. Take this key and go to the hotel. It's time for you to take some time for yourself. We'll stay with the boys and you won't have to worry about them. We'll see you in the morning."
"Dad!?" Daniel responded, almost incredulously, "There's no way I can relax by my-self like that."
"Who said anything about you being alone?" Dr. Thompson smiled and walked off.
Daniel took the tram to the hotel, still skeptical of what was waiting for him. Spotting signs directing him to the rooms, Daniel located the room identified on the key. When he opened the door and walked in, he was surprised to see that it wasn't a typical hotel room, but a suite, a very nice suite. There were a few lights on and light jazz played, softly. There was an unusual smell which took Daniel a couple of minutes to identify as a mixture of salt and chlorine. Daniel then realized that he heard water gurgling. Following the sound, he found the indoor hot-tub, occupied by Michael, who was holding a glass of champagne. There was a second glass sitting on the edge of the tub.
"You just going to stand there? It might be more fun if you got naked and joined me. We have three hours before the luau, and then, all night."
While a large group of the boys enjoyed staying in the resort areas of Orlando, a larger contingent remained behind at Fort Ogden. Life proceeded as normal with almost one hundred boys running free, doing their studies, and being boys.
All of the boys knew about the private area beyond the grove and near the river. All of the boys knew it was a good place to play. The only difference for the boys was what kind of play they engaged in and that was usually dictated by their age and hormones. Away from the main camp, it was quiet and secluded. Most of the boys stayed on the camp side of the river where there were a number of small openings shielded by clumps of palmetto bushes. A few of the boys had discovered that, by swimming the river, they could find more comfortable areas.
Brad and Patrick were part of the group that stayed at Fort Ogden, waiting on their turn to visit and enjoy the resorts in Orlando. The two boys were also part of the small group willing to swim the cold spring waters of the river to enjoy the grassy areas on the other side. It was Thursday afternoon and the sky was clear except for a few small white clouds that drifted lazily. The boys were near enough to the river that they could hear the trickle of water over rocks along or near the banks.
Patrick sat on a mat of grass thick enough to keep the underlying sand from touching him. He leaned back against the remains of a rotting tree trunk. Brad lay stretched out on his stomach, his head in Patrick's lap. The warm sun had dried the boys and they were now covered in the slightest sheen of sweat, just enough to make their youthful skin sparkle with a golden glow. Patrick ran his fingertips up and down Brad's back; occasionally he slipped the tip of a finger into his friend's crack and teased him. Brad slowly ran his fingertips up and down Patrick's leg, playing with the light coating of downy hair. Neither boy said anything; they didn't need to. They just enjoyed being together.
Patrick noticed that, as he tickled the inside of Brad's crack, goose-bumps formed on Brad's bubble cheeks. Patrick entertained himself by teasing his boyfriend more and more. Brad reacted with a quiet giggle and wiggling his butt. Brad was not beyond playing his own games. He shifted his head so he could blow a light stream of air over Patrick's glans. Patrick tried to ignore what his friend was doing, but there are some things a boy can't hide. Patrick's boyhood slowly awoke. Brad shifted his head again and slipped a finger between Patrick's thighs; he lightly tickled the end of Patrick's boyhood, causing it to jump and lightly tap his cheek. It wasn't long before both boys dropped any pretense of a light teasing and began to attack one another's body.
Patrick's playing had caused Brad's boyhood and desire to become fully awake. Brad rolled to his side, pressing his back to Patrick's abdomen. Reaching up and behind him, he hooked a hand on the back of Patrick's head and pulled him down. The boys engaged in a passionate kiss. Patrick reached down and began playing with Brad's nipples; eliciting a moan of pleasure. When they broke the kiss, Brad remained on his side, soaking up the pleasures of Patrick manipulating his nipples.
"I ever tell you that you have beautiful tits?" Patrick teased. "They're just right to kiss, or lick, maybe I'll suckle them, or maybe . . .TWIST." Patrick pinched one of Brad's nipples and twisted, hard, causing Brad to shriek.
"OWWW!!" Brad shrieked. "Okay, smart-ass, you pay."
With the warning, Brad twisted around and went down on Patrick's boyhood, taking the full member into his throat. Flexing his throat muscles to tease his lover, Brad filled his hand with Patrick's scrotum and squeezed the jewels inside.
"OHH FUCK!! Don't break 'em!!" Patrick cried. Brad released Patrick's boyhood and scrotum for only a moment.
"Serves ya right for tryin' ta pull my nipple off." Both boys smiled at each other as Patrick pulled his lover into another passionate kiss.
As they kissed, Patrick shifted his weight to lie on the ground. Just before reaching the ground, they broke the kiss and moved into the sixty-nine position which they preferred to call the mutual pleasuring position. The boys had done this so many times that they automatically pulled their top leg back and moved their bottom leg forward, allowing their partner to lay their head on the other's thigh. Both boys were experienced, and skilled, oral practitioners, having learned their skills to survive on the streets. This was no longer a matter of survival, but a boy's simple expression of love.
As skilled practitioners, they knew how to both coax their partner to a quick orgasm, or how to delay their partner's orgasm. One of their favorite games was to stretch out their session as long as possible. Sometimes, though, they wanted to coax their partner to a quick orgasm so they could move on to something more exciting; this day was one of the latter sessions.
Both boys moaned their need and their pleasure. They rolled in the grass, moving from their side to one on his back and the other on top. A favorite move for both, to give and receive, was a deep throat. The contest was to see who could hold their breath the longest or, sometimes, who could swallow the quickest or most times before having to back off for air. Soon, neither boy cared as lust took control. They began to pump their boyhood into the other. One thing they always did though, was cum together; this time was no exception.
As they lay panting and trying to recover from their normal teenage orgasms that left them light-headed and shaking, both boys took the other's member and licked it clean. It wasn't unusual to gently rub the shaft along their cheek, enjoying the firm softness and warmth. Today, passion fully consumed both boys. When one decided to sit up, the other followed. Another passionate kiss. Brad pressed Patrick down and straddled the lower part of his stomach. The look of caring and need they shared expressed more than words could convey. Brad leaned over and gently licked Patrick's nipple. He tongued the nipple until Patrick writhed under him and then Brad kissed his way to his lover's neck. Patrick was branded.
The two boys again, consumed in their love and lust, kissed, licked and tasted every portion of their lover's body. They whined and moaned without any inhibitions. They knew one another; they knew what the other enjoyed and didn't hesitate to give to each other. Rolling around on their grassy mattress, the boys changed positions with first one, and then the other, on top. The longer they tasted each other, the stronger their natural instincts became to satisfy a natural desire, an animalistic lust.
They sat facing one another with Brad sitting between Patrick's thighs. Both boys' eyes were glazed over with lust and desire. Patrick hooked his arms under Brad's arms and behind his shoulders. He filled both hands with Brad's sweaty hair and pulled his lover's head back. Brad cried out a whimper of need and submission as he was branded. Patrick lifted his lover off the ground. When Brad sat down, he fully impaled himself. His need fulfilled. Patrick stretched his legs out and lay Brad back. Brad let his arms slip to the side and back, surrendering himself to the ministrations of his lover.
Two beautiful boys unwanted by their families. Two beautiful boys shunned by society. Two beautiful boys who followed their natural instincts to meld into one - one body, one heart, one soul.
End Chapter Ninety-Two To Be Continued
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