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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,452
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 28
©2007 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 Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 28
Date: April 2002
Place: BPH
The kitchen is running smoothly. The boys eat like kings. Their classes are also going great. They actually love learning. Once in a while Doc gives them a lesson on health, and Goldberg gives them a lesson on law. All the kids are now on grade level for their age. Soon the teachers will start summer vacation and the students are going to miss them.
The boys kept their promise to the staff to reward meritorious service. The three teachers, Arnold, Doc, and Goldberg, even Victor, are all granted occasional visits to the fishbowl. They know every sex session is recorded and added to the inculpating collection, but it's a small price to pay for a beautiful piece of young male ass.
Surprisingly, the most frequent invitee to the fishbowl is Wilson. Surprising, that is, to Wilson. Next to veterans Maxwell and Kennedy, he feels totally inadequate teaching. He never knows how to get a lesson across. Back at the Academy, he is still on probation until he can demonstrate to his department head that he's capable of more than a half-assed lesson. Yet, here at BPH, the boys tell him over and over his wonderful work deserves a reward. He remembers when he once played Little League, the coach praised his punctuality because it was the only positive thing he could say about the spastic kid. Wilson knows now, as he knew then, he is being pandered to. But why?
The reason is simple: the boys have already learned what LaCrosse captain Carl discovered months ago, that Wilson delivers one hell of a fuck! What skills he lacks in the classroom are outweighed by his prowess in the bedroom. A session that starts after dinner can go nonstop well into the wee hours. There have even been board sessions with lively debates about whose turn it is to bed the amazing Wilson. A rotation schedule had to be adopted just to keep peace.
So the household is running smoothly now. However, the house itself is going to pot. The rooms are dirty. Laundry piles up. Things are broken. The grounds are unkempt. Everyone complains. The condition of the house is the main topic of discussion at the weekly board meeting.
Arnold is usually too busy in the kitchen to know what else is happening in the house. But he hears complaints. One evening, he tells Jack he knows someone who might be able to solve some of their problems. His former landlord in Milwaukee.
"Nelson often flew from coast to coast, so he liked having someone in the upstairs apartment to housesit. He didn't need the money and was never keen on collecting my rent. Which was great for me since my income was erratic. Nelson was in charge of over a hundred employees, giving orders every day. He confided to me he hated it. Couldn't wait to retire. All those years of giving orders to others took their toll on Nelson. He wanted to take orders, not give them. We're both gay and played around a bit, but Nelson had these fantasies about submissiveness, and I wasn't comfortable playing a dominant role. But he did my laundry and kept my apartment tidy. He got a charge out of cleaning my toilet. Whenever I mentioned something broken, Nelson repaired it himself, loving the opportunity to do manual labor.
"Often the restaurant hired underage kids as dishwashers or busboys, kids who were all too willing to come home with me for some bed play. If I couldn't get a kid at work for free, I picked up a professional toy boy. Eventually I found a pimp who kept me supplied with talented adolescents. Of course, I couldn't afford them, but Nelson was always willing to pay the fee, even though he only took a minor role in the proceedings. You see, no matter who the kid was, Nelson seized the opportunity. He dropped in and asked them to tell him to do things. The boys loved it. For instance, one told him to run down the street and buy him a carton of cigarettes. Nelson asked what brand and was about to set off, when the boy said to go barefoot. So Nelson took off his shoes and socks and went running out to the convenience store. Another boy told him to strip naked and do the chicken dance. Another made him watch while he fucked me and then told him to felch my ass. I remember one who always had Nelson lie naked on the floor to worship his feet while the kid and I got into the main action. The boys really got turned on watching a guy around 40 do their bidding, and afterwards I reaped the benefit by having a super-horny partner. Often while I was fucking a boy, he'd be fucking Nelson. Nelson gave them money and clothes and jewelry and electronics, and even new underwear to replace the old pair they were wearing.
"After I moved here, I learned Nelson did retire at 43 with a fat pension. I know he'd be willing to be handyman and housekeeper both, and won't take pay for doing it."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 28
Date: April 2002
Place: BPH
The kitchen is running smoothly. The boys eat like kings. Their classes are also going great. They actually love learning. Once in a while Doc gives them a lesson on health, and Goldberg gives them a lesson on law. All the kids are now on grade level for their age. Soon the teachers will start summer vacation and the students are going to miss them.
The boys kept their promise to the staff to reward meritorious service. The three teachers, Arnold, Doc, and Goldberg, even Victor, are all granted occasional visits to the fishbowl. They know every sex session is recorded and added to the inculpating collection, but it's a small price to pay for a beautiful piece of young male ass.
Surprisingly, the most frequent invitee to the fishbowl is Wilson. Surprising, that is, to Wilson. Next to veterans Maxwell and Kennedy, he feels totally inadequate teaching. He never knows how to get a lesson across. Back at the Academy, he is still on probation until he can demonstrate to his department head that he's capable of more than a half-assed lesson. Yet, here at BPH, the boys tell him over and over his wonderful work deserves a reward. He remembers when he once played Little League, the coach praised his punctuality because it was the only positive thing he could say about the spastic kid. Wilson knows now, as he knew then, he is being pandered to. But why?
The reason is simple: the boys have already learned what LaCrosse captain Carl discovered months ago, that Wilson delivers one hell of a fuck! What skills he lacks in the classroom are outweighed by his prowess in the bedroom. A session that starts after dinner can go nonstop well into the wee hours. There have even been board sessions with lively debates about whose turn it is to bed the amazing Wilson. A rotation schedule had to be adopted just to keep peace.
So the household is running smoothly now. However, the house itself is going to pot. The rooms are dirty. Laundry piles up. Things are broken. The grounds are unkempt. Everyone complains. The condition of the house is the main topic of discussion at the weekly board meeting.
Arnold is usually too busy in the kitchen to know what else is happening in the house. But he hears complaints. One evening, he tells Jack he knows someone who might be able to solve some of their problems. His former landlord in Milwaukee.
"Nelson often flew from coast to coast, so he liked having someone in the upstairs apartment to housesit. He didn't need the money and was never keen on collecting my rent. Which was great for me since my income was erratic. Nelson was in charge of over a hundred employees, giving orders every day. He confided to me he hated it. Couldn't wait to retire. All those years of giving orders to others took their toll on Nelson. He wanted to take orders, not give them. We're both gay and played around a bit, but Nelson had these fantasies about submissiveness, and I wasn't comfortable playing a dominant role. But he did my laundry and kept my apartment tidy. He got a charge out of cleaning my toilet. Whenever I mentioned something broken, Nelson repaired it himself, loving the opportunity to do manual labor.
"Often the restaurant hired underage kids as dishwashers or busboys, kids who were all too willing to come home with me for some bed play. If I couldn't get a kid at work for free, I picked up a professional toy boy. Eventually I found a pimp who kept me supplied with talented adolescents. Of course, I couldn't afford them, but Nelson was always willing to pay the fee, even though he only took a minor role in the proceedings. You see, no matter who the kid was, Nelson seized the opportunity. He dropped in and asked them to tell him to do things. The boys loved it. For instance, one told him to run down the street and buy him a carton of cigarettes. Nelson asked what brand and was about to set off, when the boy said to go barefoot. So Nelson took off his shoes and socks and went running out to the convenience store. Another boy told him to strip naked and do the chicken dance. Another made him watch while he fucked me and then told him to felch my ass. I remember one who always had Nelson lie naked on the floor to worship his feet while the kid and I got into the main action. The boys really got turned on watching a guy around 40 do their bidding, and afterwards I reaped the benefit by having a super-horny partner. Often while I was fucking a boy, he'd be fucking Nelson. Nelson gave them money and clothes and jewelry and electronics, and even new underwear to replace the old pair they were wearing.
"After I moved here, I learned Nelson did retire at 43 with a fat pension. I know he'd be willing to be handyman and housekeeper both, and won't take pay for doing it."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.