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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
10,158
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 6-15. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinci
Chapter 10 - Four other boys are missing
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 10 - Four other boys are missing
As I work through the lessons, calling each boy up to either read or take a spelling test or go over his creative writing, I think about four other boys who are missing from the room. Last year Tatawaw lost Andy, Chung, Bucket and Jake.
Andy, a talented violinist, graduated in June and went on to train at Julliard. He'd been at Tatawaw eight years. He came here from Regina with a lot of emotional baggage. His father beat his mother as well as the four kids. He claimed Andy wasn't his and called him "The Bastard." When Andy's twelve-year old sister ended up in the hospital with a torn vagina, the authorities finally stepped in and put all the kids into foster homes. Andy didn't talk much when he came here. He was always very serious. It was nearly a year before he felt free enough to get intimate. I respect Comley for never pushing a boy to perform when he isn't ready. He knew Andy would eventually come around. The key that unlocked his solidly shut door was music.
Andy began taking piano lessons, and then took up the violin. Through playing, he found a release for his pent-up frustrations. He played three hours a day or more. His teacher down in the village was amazed by his passion. Eventually he was able to show the same passion in bed.
Chung, age 13, had only been here two years. Like Adrian, he too was a Chinese boy from the Philippines. Unlike Adrian, he was a happy-go-lucky kid. Fearless, he was always up for a challenge. We had to keep reminding him to use condoms. He preferred bareback. However, an STD was not what killed him. He was on the slopes one day, and decided to attempt the widow-maker trail. It was way beyond his skill level, and the ski patrol found his crumpled body in a ravine just off the trail. In all the years Tatawaw has existed, his was the only death. We were all stunned.
Bucket's real name was Christopher, but he was such a horny bottom, that one guest remarked he was a talented cum bucket,--meant as a real compliment. The nickname stuck. When he'd see a car arriving, Bucket would grab his parka and run out to greet the new guest. "Hi, Mister. I'm Bucket. What can I do to help? Can I carry your suitcase? Can I suck your cock? Can I show you your room? Can I show you my ass?" More times than not, Bucket would moon the man right there in the parking lot. Soon after he was twelve, this enthusiastic and insatiable bottom was adopted by one of the guests and is now living in Holland.
Jacob Weisenbaum was born in Ottawa to an affluent young doctor and his loving wife. They had everything going for them, and faced the future with confidence. One night when Jake was two, his parents hired a baby-sitter, a high school girl they knew from the synagogue, and went out to attend a friend's wedding. Jake never saw them again. When they were driving home from the reception, a drunk driver ran a stop light and broadsided their car. Jake's mother died on impact, and his father twelve hours later from massive internal injuries.
Jake was left a generous trust fund that couldn't be touched until he was 21. Social services began shuttling him from one foster home to another while they looked for someone to adopt him. As he grew older, each home was worse than the last. When he was nine, he was rescued from a very abusive family and brought to Tatawaw.
Jake was finally in an atmosphere where he could experience some love. He had a real family again. He was extremely grateful and couldn't do enough to thank us. His desire to please made him popular with the guests, as did his developing sexy body. He was an excellent student, excelling in math, science and French.
One winter, an Israeli man came to Tatawaw. He found out Jake was Jewish and revealed he was a rabbi. He immediately took the boy under his wing. He returned twice a year, and kept up an e-mail correspondence. Jake was soon learning a third language, Hebrew. He installed a mezuzah by his bedroom door, and began wearing a yarmulke. (Sometimes that was all he wore.) On Friday nights, if he was not tied up with one of our guests, Jake would head up to the Marmor Basin Ski Resort, where a local rabbi came to hold weekly services for the patrons there.
When Jake turned twelve, he prepared for his bar mitzvah and the rabbi from Israel came to conduct the rite. Jake was now a man. In more ways than one. He had already shown some signs of puberty, a cracking voice, acne, black hair on his balls, and creamy cum. In addition, he was discovering something important about himself. He realized he was hetero. On the ski slopes, this handsome boy found himself the object of many teenage female flirts. He had a few sexual encounters with the opposite sex and liked it a lot. Some Playboy centerfolds now hung in his room. And he no longer felt comfortable having sex with men. But he felt if he didn't, he would be letting Comley down after all that he'd done for him. Finally Comley had a long heart-to-heart with Jake and assured him he needn't feel bad. No boy at Tatawaw is ever made to do anything which makes them feel uneasy. Comley knew it was no good for Jake to pretend he was something he wasn't. By the time he was fourteen, Jake was living with a wealthy family on a farm in Manitoba, and from all reports had a harem of local chicks.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 10 - Four other boys are missing
As I work through the lessons, calling each boy up to either read or take a spelling test or go over his creative writing, I think about four other boys who are missing from the room. Last year Tatawaw lost Andy, Chung, Bucket and Jake.
Andy, a talented violinist, graduated in June and went on to train at Julliard. He'd been at Tatawaw eight years. He came here from Regina with a lot of emotional baggage. His father beat his mother as well as the four kids. He claimed Andy wasn't his and called him "The Bastard." When Andy's twelve-year old sister ended up in the hospital with a torn vagina, the authorities finally stepped in and put all the kids into foster homes. Andy didn't talk much when he came here. He was always very serious. It was nearly a year before he felt free enough to get intimate. I respect Comley for never pushing a boy to perform when he isn't ready. He knew Andy would eventually come around. The key that unlocked his solidly shut door was music.
Andy began taking piano lessons, and then took up the violin. Through playing, he found a release for his pent-up frustrations. He played three hours a day or more. His teacher down in the village was amazed by his passion. Eventually he was able to show the same passion in bed.
Chung, age 13, had only been here two years. Like Adrian, he too was a Chinese boy from the Philippines. Unlike Adrian, he was a happy-go-lucky kid. Fearless, he was always up for a challenge. We had to keep reminding him to use condoms. He preferred bareback. However, an STD was not what killed him. He was on the slopes one day, and decided to attempt the widow-maker trail. It was way beyond his skill level, and the ski patrol found his crumpled body in a ravine just off the trail. In all the years Tatawaw has existed, his was the only death. We were all stunned.
Bucket's real name was Christopher, but he was such a horny bottom, that one guest remarked he was a talented cum bucket,--meant as a real compliment. The nickname stuck. When he'd see a car arriving, Bucket would grab his parka and run out to greet the new guest. "Hi, Mister. I'm Bucket. What can I do to help? Can I carry your suitcase? Can I suck your cock? Can I show you your room? Can I show you my ass?" More times than not, Bucket would moon the man right there in the parking lot. Soon after he was twelve, this enthusiastic and insatiable bottom was adopted by one of the guests and is now living in Holland.
Jacob Weisenbaum was born in Ottawa to an affluent young doctor and his loving wife. They had everything going for them, and faced the future with confidence. One night when Jake was two, his parents hired a baby-sitter, a high school girl they knew from the synagogue, and went out to attend a friend's wedding. Jake never saw them again. When they were driving home from the reception, a drunk driver ran a stop light and broadsided their car. Jake's mother died on impact, and his father twelve hours later from massive internal injuries.
Jake was left a generous trust fund that couldn't be touched until he was 21. Social services began shuttling him from one foster home to another while they looked for someone to adopt him. As he grew older, each home was worse than the last. When he was nine, he was rescued from a very abusive family and brought to Tatawaw.
Jake was finally in an atmosphere where he could experience some love. He had a real family again. He was extremely grateful and couldn't do enough to thank us. His desire to please made him popular with the guests, as did his developing sexy body. He was an excellent student, excelling in math, science and French.
One winter, an Israeli man came to Tatawaw. He found out Jake was Jewish and revealed he was a rabbi. He immediately took the boy under his wing. He returned twice a year, and kept up an e-mail correspondence. Jake was soon learning a third language, Hebrew. He installed a mezuzah by his bedroom door, and began wearing a yarmulke. (Sometimes that was all he wore.) On Friday nights, if he was not tied up with one of our guests, Jake would head up to the Marmor Basin Ski Resort, where a local rabbi came to hold weekly services for the patrons there.
When Jake turned twelve, he prepared for his bar mitzvah and the rabbi from Israel came to conduct the rite. Jake was now a man. In more ways than one. He had already shown some signs of puberty, a cracking voice, acne, black hair on his balls, and creamy cum. In addition, he was discovering something important about himself. He realized he was hetero. On the ski slopes, this handsome boy found himself the object of many teenage female flirts. He had a few sexual encounters with the opposite sex and liked it a lot. Some Playboy centerfolds now hung in his room. And he no longer felt comfortable having sex with men. But he felt if he didn't, he would be letting Comley down after all that he'd done for him. Finally Comley had a long heart-to-heart with Jake and assured him he needn't feel bad. No boy at Tatawaw is ever made to do anything which makes them feel uneasy. Comley knew it was no good for Jake to pretend he was something he wasn't. By the time he was fourteen, Jake was living with a wealthy family on a farm in Manitoba, and from all reports had a harem of local chicks.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.