Pedophiles At Last

©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.

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Part 2

After classes Friday, the Welcoming Regiment assembled on the parade grounds. Mark wasn't the only lower school cadet there, but he was the youngest. They stood at attention until Major ordered, "At Ease.

"Men, it's a great privilege to be chosen for the Welcoming Regiment. I trust your actions over this weekend will bring honor to Claviger. You will assemble tomorrow morning by the parking lot at O-nine hundred. I have assigned each of you to one alumnus. Lieutenant Kelly, you may pass out the assignments. As each man arrives, I will introduce him to his escort for the weekend. You will take your orders from him. Show him what he wants to see. Tell him what he wants to hear. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You should have your gear packed just in case your alumnus chooses to take you off campus overnight. That is entirely up to him. Of course as always, there will be no force or coercion. However, I have paired you up very carefully, considering the compatibility of the assignments."

After being dismissed, Mark started heading to his barracks. Jody was just finishing soccer practice and their paths crossed. "Hey, Champ! All set for your big weekend? It's great to see you here. Usually by this time on Friday, you're on your way home."

"Yeah, I think my folks is gonna miss me, Cap."

"Who did the Major give you to escort?" Mark showed Jody his assignment. "Shit, Champ! Dr. Kevin Carson? Like wow! Major must think you're pretty special to give you him."

"Why, who the fuck is he?"

"Look!" They were standing in front of the Science Building. As a Key Stage 1 cadet, Mark had never taken much notice of it, much less been inside. He looked up at the granite lettering over the door, "Carson Hall."

"That's him?"

"Yep. He donated the money to build Carson Hall like ten years ago. I think it cost like $30 million. The guy must have money coming out his asshole.

Mark slept with Jody but they only kissed and hugged. Jody said the Coach told them never to have sex before a big game. Said it sapped their energy.

So Mark was well rested Saturday morning at O-nine hundred. He stood with the rest of the regiment at ease, waiting for the alumni to arrive. One by one, cars drove in. Big cars. Expensive cars. If there was a chauffeur, he let the passenger out and then drove on to the designated area. For those men who had driven themselves, a team of sixth form cadets acted as valets taking the keys and parking the cars. As each car approached the Major, he checked his roster and called one of the cadets up before it came to a stop.

Mark waited. He was getting nervous now. He didn't want to screw things up. A big black limo was coming up the drive when Folsom ordered, "Cadet Wilson, Front and Center." Mark stood at attention beside the Major. A muscular man with a tanned face stepped out of the driver's door. But he was only the driver. He opened the back door and out stepped Carson. Around fifty, white hair, six foot, maybe 220 pounds, but fit. Dressed in an Armani sport suit.

Carson came over and shook the Major's hand vigorously. "Cowboy, good to see you again!" Mark was dumbfounded that anyone called him anything other than Major. But he managed to stay at attention. And the Major was non plussed.

"Dr. Carson, I want you to meet Cadet Mark Wilson, one of our most outstanding lower school students." Mark saluted out of habit, but Carson grabbed his hand and shook it as vigorously as the Major's. Major released him, "Wilson, you are dismissed."

"Dr. Carson, what would you like to see first? Carson Hall, I bet."

The man let out a hearty roar. "Ha, so you know who I am. You are a good student. And a very good looking young man as well. Old Cowboy sure knows the kind of boy that pleases me."

"Why you call Major Cowboy, Dr. Carson?"

"Well, I'll tell you the story, but you have to promise not to tell Major I told you. You see, Folsom was once a young cadet like you."

"Yes, he told me, Dr. Carson."

"Do you have a mentor, Mark?"

"Shit, yeah, the best, Dr. Carson. He's Jody. He's on the soccer team. They're gonna whip St. Matt's ass today."

"Ha! That's the Claviger spirit, Young Man!" he boomed. Then, a degree or two softer, he continued, "Well, when Folsom was a new cadet, I was his mentor."

"Wow!"

"Do you like to play with Jody? Like maybe at night time after taps?"

"Hehe, yeah, I always sleep in Jody's bed, Dr. Carson, and we do other stuff too, you know."

"Ha! That's good. I like to hear that, Mark! Well, that's how it was with Folsom and me. Me and my friends used to fuck Folsom's ass six ways to Sunday. He was reluctant at first of course, but we persuaded him."

"We got this rule now, Dr. Carson, no force or co-her-tion."

"Yeah, Mark, I heard about that. That's one of Folsom's innovations. I suppose it's a good thing, though. Well, after a night with us, the next day Folsom was walking kind of bowlegged like. That's why we started calling him Cowboy."

"They call me Champ." Mark explained what his nickname meant and Carson was pleased. Not eight years old yet, Mark was just the kind of boy Carson liked.

They went to mess together, and as they went down the line with their trays, Carson kept goosing Mark, making him giggle and spill his milk or drop his fork. At the table, Carson ate with one hand, insisting that Mark sit on his other hand. Mark noticed the other alumni were also getting very friendly with their cadet escorts.

After mess, they headed over to the stadium for the match between Claviger and St. Matthew's Prep. Just outside the gate, Carson yelled out, "Tom, Old Boy! Over here!" A trim man with a mustache was coming from the parking lot. "Hey, Carson, you ready to lose?"

"Champ, this is my old friend Tom Keane. He graduated from St. Matt's and the idiot thinks they're going to beat us. What do you think?"

"No way!" Mark was beginning to like Carson's robust voice.

"Put your money where your mouth is, Carson! One?"

"You bet, one!" They shook on the wager, and went through the gate. Keane headed off to the visitors stands, and Mark led Carson to the home side.

When they were seated, Mark giggled about the one dollar bet. "Dr. Carson, my Sunday School teacher says gambling is bad."

"Your teacher is right, Champ. Gambling is very dangerous. But I don't gamble. I only put my money on sure winners."

"Dr. Carson, What kind of doctor are you? The kind that makes little boys take down their unnywear, hehe?"

Carson roared in laughter! "Actually, Mark, it's an honorary title. I didn't earn it. My old college gave it to me."

"Did you give them $30 million too?"

Another roar! "To be honest, Champ, somewhat more! I'm an old man with no family. I like to do things with my money to help people out."

The game got under way. Mark sometimes sat beside Carson, sometimes on him, but often they stood to cheer, or do the wave. None of the Claviger alumni was too overt with their escorts because the St. Matt's fans could see them, but Carson did fondle Mark through his uniform pants.

Mark was disappointed because Jody was sitting on the bench. But Claviger scored one goal in the first half anyway. Carson dialed Keane on his cell phone. "Mark and I were feeling sorry for you, Old Friend. We decided to let you off the hook. You can back out of the bet. No hard feelings!" Another roar of laughter. "OK, two it is, Loser!" He hung up.

"Did Mr. Keane back out, Dr. Carson?"

"Nope, Champ, he doubled the bet. I knew he would!"

Maybe Claviger was overconfident, or St. Matt's coach gave his team a super pep talk at half time. Either way, the visitors scored two goals in quick succession. Carson's phone rang. "Yes, Tom. No, Tom. No way! Of course we will!" He hung up. "The dumb ass thought we were gonna welch on our bet. I told him to double it. We're gonna win, right, Champ?"

"You're fuckin right we are, Dr. Carson!" He was giggling at grown men arguing over a four dollar bet. Just then, one of Claviger's strikers kicked one in and the stand went wild! The score was tied up now. The coach knew it was time to put Jody in. With a minute and a half left on the clock, Jody, with fresh vigor, sent one past the weary St. Matt's goalie. The game ended 3-2 and Claviger was exultant! Carson put Mark up on his shoulders as the happy fans started clearing the stands. Mark could see Jody. The whole team had put him up on their shoulders! A hundred feet apart, Mark and Jody laughed at each other and rammed their hands into the air.

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