Tatawaw

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Chapter 15 - DON'T TOUCH IT!

It is February. Every week I send Fr. Ricardo a glowing report on Hermie's progress. The boy is certainly keeping his first three resolutions. He already reads on a second grade level, and speaks clear English. He hardly ever says "Señor" any more, and I sort of miss it.

He is an expert cocksucker now, and the guests who take him are very pleased. Even though they know they can't fuck his asshole, they still get in addition to the blowjob, a satisfying handjob and a stimulating rim. Plus, of course, they get a delightful enthusiastic little playmate who is eager to please. I know. Several times, he and his teddy bear have kept me company in my big bed.

And Hermie has worked his way off the Bunny Trail on to the beginner's slope. He loves to ski, but likes his new snowboard even more. He even tries hotdogging.

As for the basketball, that is on hold for now. When the weather isn't right for snow sports, then he'll work on his hoops.

So that leaves the fucking resolution. Comley has been coaching him. Hermie accepts his finger and even his thumb. Comley has taught him all about condoms and lube. He's been showing him how to use his dildo, cautioning him not to rush it. Hermie's young schoolmates have been helping as well. They tell him how great it feels and they let him watch when one of the teenage boys or one of the staff fucks them. Hermie has begun to let the youngest boys fuck his ass. He carefully measures the thickness of their erect dicks, and so far has allowed five of them inside: Paul, Bullie, Kumar, Janek and Adrian. Juan is next on his list. So technically, I guess Hermie's cherry is no longer virgin. Still the men are beginning to wonder whose will be the first big cock in his precious hole. Chip and Shumba have started taking bets on who will be the lucky man to really open the Mexican boycunt. Odds have it that Comley and I are both strong contenders for the title.

Boys vary in every way possible. No two are alike. When it comes to getting their asses fucked, some seem to be ready from day one, like little Bullie. Others take a long time. At Tatawaw, the staff respects these differences. Comley believes in giving each boy as much time as he needs. Above his desk, he has two advertising posters. The older one pictures Orson Welles saying, "We will sell no wine before its time." The newer one is for LU cookies, with the slogan, "Decadence cannot be hurried."

Another way boys differ is in their orgasms. Most of the younger boys enjoy the sex games a lot but have never achieved a true orgasm, even a dry one. When it does come, it is an awesome milestone.

Janek is spending the night with me. We've done the usual, the common bath, the 69ing, the mutual rimming and the fucks. Our first fuck tonight was doggy style, then came spread eagle, and finally a lap fuck. Now we are just cuddling in bed, stroking each other.

"You're a beautiful boy," I tell Janek. His dark brown hair is tucked into my left armpit and his dark brown eight-year old eyes look up at me. He grins demurely.

"I love you, Larry." His fingers run the length of my shaft, as he admires the pole that minutes ago was up his ass. It is sticky but he pets it lovingly. "You fuck the best of anybody here." My mind knows he's just saying that. The boys at Tatawaw learn early to say the things the men want to hear. Yet in my heart, I half hope there is some measure of truth in his praise.

"Thank you, Janek. A beautiful ass like yours brings out the best in me." My left hand cups his butt. I bring my right hand over and begin to play with his little uncut one and a half-incher. It is late and we've had a busy night so far. I've had Janek in my bed often in the 15 months since he arrived and this is our normal routine. I expect we'll both be asleep soon.

"Larry, thank you for the new Wii game you gave me for Christmas. It's my favorite present." I run the back on my right hand along his sternum. I love to listen to his darling little voice in bed.

"You know, Hermie asked me to fuck him last week, so I did. I stuck my czlonek in his posladki." He giggles. He loves to use words from his native Polish. But I don't think he got those words off Rosetta Stone. I gently hold his czlonek in my fingers, nonchalantly toying with it. "Hermie says I fucked him good. Do you think you'll fuck him soon, Larry? I told him you fuck the best of anybody here." I laugh softly and plant a kiss on the top of his head. Some day Janek will have a handsome Polish kielbasa between his legs, but for now his little wiener is just perfect. I slide the skin along his shaft and his little pink dickhead peeks through his foreskin. He is fully erect now.

"Adrian fucked him also, but I think I done it better, cause Adrian's czlonek is so small, and he's older than me. You know how small it is. I bet it didn't even go in Hermie's posladki, it's so small." I am about to caution Janek about dissing other boys. We want all our students to respect each other. But I don't want Janek to feel bad either, so I start to mentally work out what I'm going to say.

"But Paul, he's younger than me and his czlonek is huge!" I grin. I guess to Janek, two inches would seem huge. "Isn't that funny, Larry, he's younger and his..." Janek stops in mid sentence.

My eyes have been looking at his pretty little dickhead. I look up into his face. It's frozen. His mouth is wide agape. Suddenly his little body begins to shake. My God, is the kid having a convulsion? Finally, he says, "L-L-L-Larry, let go." I release his cock from my fingers. "Uh-uh-uh."

"What's the matter, my Sweetie?"

"It feels s-s-s-so funny."

"What does, Janek?"

"M-m-my czlonek."

"Where, here?"

"DON'T TOUCH IT!" he shouts.

I feel terrible. I frown, but I'm sure I haven't hurt his little dick. I'm always gentle. "You know what, Janek?"

"W-w-w-what?"

"I think you just had your first orgasm?"

"I d-d-d-did?"

"Uh huh!"

"W-w-w-wow. So that's what it's like." Janek had heard the word. Everyone talks about orgasms, wet ones, dry ones. But you can't really describe it. Until you have one, it's just one of those glorious mysteries.

"Does it feel like you have a sharp tingle in your..."

"DON'T TOUCH IT!"

"Hehe, I won't, Sweetie." I know when a boy experiences his first dry orgasm, his dick is hypersensitive. "Would you like a drink of water, Sweetie?" I start to get up and he starts to shake again.

"DON'T MOVE!"

Wow. He really is sensitive. I lie as still as I can. His dick is still rock hard.

"When will it stop, Larry?"

"Don't worry. It will stop, Sweetie. Just try to relax. Does it hurt?"

"Uh, no, I guess not. But I ain't never felt nothing like that before."

"You're growing up, Sweetie." I can tell he likes the idea that this is a rite of passage. Just like his first blow job and his first fuck were. Just like his first ejaculation will be in about three years. All the milestones in life that create wonderful memories.

We both lie looking at each other, smiling, in silence. The Pole's pole remains hard, and every few minutes there is another round of spasms, but gradually they subside and after probably half an hour, his dick finally softens. Soon after, the baby falls asleep sucking his thumb.

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