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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
10,165
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Recommended:
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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 17 - You remember our secret?
©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 17 - You remember our secret?
When Bart and Tito come back Friday night, they have good news. The doctors say George has made a turnaround. His condition is dramatically improved. On his tenth day, he is released and comes home to a hero's welcome. A dozen staff members meet him when he arrives, pat his back, and escort him to his room. When he opens his door, I see tears in his eyes. Every boy who isn't entertaining a guest is on hand to greet him. They've decorated his room with a welcome back banner, streamers and balloons.
George gives Pierre the new diet regimen he was given at the hospital. "The doctors say if I control my sugar with what I eat, then I won't have to go on pills or insulin. I got two months to show them I can do it. Also, I'm going to start exercising. I see you all laughing, but I mean it. Thirty minutes a day, that's what they told me. Now, Shumba, you know where I stash my candy bars. You take them all and pass them out to all the other boys. Save some for the boys who aren't here. You make sure you don't leave any behind. I don't even want to touch them. Boys, you listen up. Keep your bodies healthy while you're young. Don't let yourselves get like old George, you hear? It's not worth it. I got type 2 diabetes. That means I wasn't born with it. It's something I got by not living right. Not eating right. This should be a lesson to you. Right, Doc?"
Now that the crisis is over, life returns to normal at Tatawaw. Nothing has changed except for George's routine. He eats his vegetables and protein and eschews his sweets. We all admire the weight he is losing. He's beginning to look his age. Every day, after school, he takes a boy outside for exercise. At first it's a leisurely half hour stroll, but after a couple weeks, it becomes a brisk aerobic walk. When they get back, they go to George's room, shower together and have a fuck before getting dressed for supper. George is definitely showing more energy now.
It's Saturday and Chitto and I are just getting back to Tatawaw after a morning of cross-country skiing. We meet George heading out the front door. Seeing he is alone, Chitto asks, "Do you want me to walk with you today?"
"Thank you, Chitto, I'd like that very much, but right now I have to drive down to the village. I'll be back in an hour and then we can walk." George tells Chitto he has to go buy some screws at the hardware store. It's true, he needs supplies for screwing. But I know he's not going to the hardware, but to the pharmacy to replenish his supply of Viagra. He does more fucking in one week now than he used to do in three months.
A few nights later I have Tito in my bed and we're both starting to snuggle. His name means "of the giants" back in India, and his pubescent cock is beginning to live up to that title. I'm just settling in for a good taste of it, when Comley rings my room and insists that we both get our asses down to his office immediately. We grab our bathrobes and paddle barefoot down the hall. "Are we in trouble, Larry?"
"I don't think so. We haven't done anything wrong that I know of."
We see others converging on the office as well, and when we arrive, other boys and staff, a couple guests even, are already there. Later I learn, another group is filling up the security office. All eyes are on the large screen.
We see Hermie in George's room and for some reason, Comley knows this is going to be special. He turns up the volume.
"You do remember our secret, right, George?"
"I sure do, my Boy." George takes the boy up in his arms, without so much as a grunt, and gives him a big hug. "When you told me you wanted me to be the first man to fuck you, I couldn't believe it. I told myself I got to get out of this fuckin hospital. Hermie needs me back at Tatawaw. You gave me something to live for, my Boy. You saved my life, Hermie."
"I love you, George. I hope you fuck me for years and years and years."
"Well, we'll start with tonight, OK?"
"OK, hehehe."
George stands the boy on his bed and begins undressing him. After getting his shirt off, he bends down and nuzzles the lad's bare chest, causing him to giggle and the rest of us voyeurs to chuckle. When he takes Hermie's shoes off, George kisses and licks his little feet, causing more giggles. "These little toes are so sweet, I'm afraid my blood sugar will go up." Hermie giggles some more. George takes Hermie's khaki pants off and lays them neatly on his chair. "Don't want to wrinkle these, now, do we?" Hermie shakes his head and giggles, as George kisses his way from the ankles up to the thighs. "Oh my, who do we have here?" looking at Hermie's underoos. "Why it's Superman! That's perfect, because I think my Hermie is super. I'm going to leave those on for a few minutes. Now why don't you undress me, my Boy?"
"OK." George sits on the bed to let the boy take off his shirt. Hermie then licks the janitor's hairy chest and suckles his tits. The boy gets on the floor and takes the shoes off. Then kisses his feet, imitating George in every move. Most of us in Comley's office have our cocks in our hands. Some are holding the cock next to them.
George stands and Hermie takes off his pants and tries to fold them but doesn't do such a neat job. George stands in his camo boxers. We can see his bulge. "You want to take a shower first, my Boy?"
"Hehe, OK." They both take off their underwear and head into the alcove. George opens his medicine chest, pops a blue pill in his mouth and takes a glass of water. The camera zooms in on their shower. Hermie's lovely brown body looks even more enticing silhouetted against George's pale skin. They play in the water, splashing and scrubbing each other. George grabs a towel and pats the boy thoroughly dry. Hermie takes another towel and rubs George's cock and legs and ass, and giggles as George shakes water from his hair down on to the boy.
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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 17 - You remember our secret?
When Bart and Tito come back Friday night, they have good news. The doctors say George has made a turnaround. His condition is dramatically improved. On his tenth day, he is released and comes home to a hero's welcome. A dozen staff members meet him when he arrives, pat his back, and escort him to his room. When he opens his door, I see tears in his eyes. Every boy who isn't entertaining a guest is on hand to greet him. They've decorated his room with a welcome back banner, streamers and balloons.
George gives Pierre the new diet regimen he was given at the hospital. "The doctors say if I control my sugar with what I eat, then I won't have to go on pills or insulin. I got two months to show them I can do it. Also, I'm going to start exercising. I see you all laughing, but I mean it. Thirty minutes a day, that's what they told me. Now, Shumba, you know where I stash my candy bars. You take them all and pass them out to all the other boys. Save some for the boys who aren't here. You make sure you don't leave any behind. I don't even want to touch them. Boys, you listen up. Keep your bodies healthy while you're young. Don't let yourselves get like old George, you hear? It's not worth it. I got type 2 diabetes. That means I wasn't born with it. It's something I got by not living right. Not eating right. This should be a lesson to you. Right, Doc?"
Now that the crisis is over, life returns to normal at Tatawaw. Nothing has changed except for George's routine. He eats his vegetables and protein and eschews his sweets. We all admire the weight he is losing. He's beginning to look his age. Every day, after school, he takes a boy outside for exercise. At first it's a leisurely half hour stroll, but after a couple weeks, it becomes a brisk aerobic walk. When they get back, they go to George's room, shower together and have a fuck before getting dressed for supper. George is definitely showing more energy now.
It's Saturday and Chitto and I are just getting back to Tatawaw after a morning of cross-country skiing. We meet George heading out the front door. Seeing he is alone, Chitto asks, "Do you want me to walk with you today?"
"Thank you, Chitto, I'd like that very much, but right now I have to drive down to the village. I'll be back in an hour and then we can walk." George tells Chitto he has to go buy some screws at the hardware store. It's true, he needs supplies for screwing. But I know he's not going to the hardware, but to the pharmacy to replenish his supply of Viagra. He does more fucking in one week now than he used to do in three months.
A few nights later I have Tito in my bed and we're both starting to snuggle. His name means "of the giants" back in India, and his pubescent cock is beginning to live up to that title. I'm just settling in for a good taste of it, when Comley rings my room and insists that we both get our asses down to his office immediately. We grab our bathrobes and paddle barefoot down the hall. "Are we in trouble, Larry?"
"I don't think so. We haven't done anything wrong that I know of."
We see others converging on the office as well, and when we arrive, other boys and staff, a couple guests even, are already there. Later I learn, another group is filling up the security office. All eyes are on the large screen.
We see Hermie in George's room and for some reason, Comley knows this is going to be special. He turns up the volume.
"You do remember our secret, right, George?"
"I sure do, my Boy." George takes the boy up in his arms, without so much as a grunt, and gives him a big hug. "When you told me you wanted me to be the first man to fuck you, I couldn't believe it. I told myself I got to get out of this fuckin hospital. Hermie needs me back at Tatawaw. You gave me something to live for, my Boy. You saved my life, Hermie."
"I love you, George. I hope you fuck me for years and years and years."
"Well, we'll start with tonight, OK?"
"OK, hehehe."
George stands the boy on his bed and begins undressing him. After getting his shirt off, he bends down and nuzzles the lad's bare chest, causing him to giggle and the rest of us voyeurs to chuckle. When he takes Hermie's shoes off, George kisses and licks his little feet, causing more giggles. "These little toes are so sweet, I'm afraid my blood sugar will go up." Hermie giggles some more. George takes Hermie's khaki pants off and lays them neatly on his chair. "Don't want to wrinkle these, now, do we?" Hermie shakes his head and giggles, as George kisses his way from the ankles up to the thighs. "Oh my, who do we have here?" looking at Hermie's underoos. "Why it's Superman! That's perfect, because I think my Hermie is super. I'm going to leave those on for a few minutes. Now why don't you undress me, my Boy?"
"OK." George sits on the bed to let the boy take off his shirt. Hermie then licks the janitor's hairy chest and suckles his tits. The boy gets on the floor and takes the shoes off. Then kisses his feet, imitating George in every move. Most of us in Comley's office have our cocks in our hands. Some are holding the cock next to them.
George stands and Hermie takes off his pants and tries to fold them but doesn't do such a neat job. George stands in his camo boxers. We can see his bulge. "You want to take a shower first, my Boy?"
"Hehe, OK." They both take off their underwear and head into the alcove. George opens his medicine chest, pops a blue pill in his mouth and takes a glass of water. The camera zooms in on their shower. Hermie's lovely brown body looks even more enticing silhouetted against George's pale skin. They play in the water, splashing and scrubbing each other. George grabs a towel and pats the boy thoroughly dry. Hermie takes another towel and rubs George's cock and legs and ass, and giggles as George shakes water from his hair down on to the boy.
.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.