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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,427
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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 5
©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 5
Date: Thursday, October 31, 1991
Place: Milwaukee, WI
The city is bracing for what the newspapers have dubbed the "Halloween Storm." Hopefully, they won't be hit as hard as the counties to the north, where the snow is already falling, and thirty inches or more are expected before it stops. Mischievous young winter is anxious to get a head start on its favorite recreation and doesn't give a shit that the world thinks it isn't ready for such grown-up behavior.
Mr. Nelson is the same way. At 29 this young Turk has been CEO of his PR firm for almost three years. They have many well known clients, primarily highbrow stuff. Some speakers on the lecture circuit, a few classical musicians. He has all the Type A traits: impatience, aggression, attention to detail, inability to relax. This is why his career is skyrocketing. He has a dozen irons in the fire at any one time. Fortunately Gladys, his secretary, (sorry, she insists on the title, Office Manager) serves as his anchor. He knows he'd be lost without her. "Have a happy Halloween, Mr. Nelson," she says late this afternoon as he breezes out the door. Halloween? He never gave it a thought? Should he have bought her flowers or something? In the elevator, he puts a reminder in his datebook for mid-October 1992: Order Gladys a Halloween basket from Harry and David.
Place: Boston, MA
Back East, New Englanders are also glued to the weather reports. Not just any nor'easter this time. Meteorologists are kicking around the term, "Perfect Storm."
Dr. William Stevenson hasn't forgotten it's Halloween. Even if his pediatric office weren't arrayed in witches and ghosts, the 32-year old father wouldn't miss this opportunity to go trick-or-treating with Billy.
Stevenson's practice, now four years old, is located in a Hispanic neighborhood where the families work hard to try to keep ahead. The ones who can't afford his fees get Medicaid and so Bill has managed to pay off most of his student loans. They are no longer dependent on his wife's salary, but she is used to working and continues to do the evening shift at the restaurant.
For eleven years, Billy has always been the light of Bill Stevenson's life. In Med School, he cherished the few precious hours at home when he would play horsey with him, help him ride a two-wheeler, and toss the old baseball around. Best of all, for his brief vacations, he used to take his growing boy camping to "give Mommy a rest." He loved watching him grow. Watching that toddler body turn into a beautiful little boy. On camping trips, they always went skinny dipping, and even began sleeping naked together in one sleeping bag.
When his wife began working evenings, it was up to Bill to put Billy to bed, a task he savored. He always climbed right into bed with him and snuggled. They would play with each other's "man parts" and his son knew it was their special secret.
But lately, Billy is uncomfortable with his father's groping hands. He now locks his bedroom door. Doc hopes he'll at least still let him hold his hand as they go door to door in their pirate outfits.
Why do boys seem to back off from intimate contact when they near their teenage years? Doc often has difficulty examining his older patients who don't take to him feeling them from head to toe, peering at all their growing parts. He wonders if it is just a matter of conditioning. If he starts with his youngest patients and gets them used to being touched all over, even in their "private places," then perhaps as they got older, he can do his explorations more easily. Of course, his interest isn't entirely clinical. The touch of a lad's body in his hands arouses something in him more than a professional interest.
Place: Jordan Academy, Patterson, NY
Mr. Maxwell picks up the stack of ghost stories his students wrote for Halloween and heads down the hall of Jordan Academy. After teaching two years in an inner city Catholic high school, he is exhilarated to have landed this assignment. The students at JA are all intent on getting into the finest colleges. He isn't just baby-sitting any more. And, from what he's seen on the practice fields, his students are endowed with bodies to complement their well-developed minds. These boys are going places and Maxwell relishes being part of that.
Of course, two years ago when he started at St. Thomas, he was also excited. But he quickly learned that his new teacher idealism didn't directly translate into student performance. His English classes were more like Remedial Reading. But there had been a few rays of hope that kept him from entirely abandoning the quixotic pursuit. Students like Pablo.
.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 5
Date: Thursday, October 31, 1991
Place: Milwaukee, WI
The city is bracing for what the newspapers have dubbed the "Halloween Storm." Hopefully, they won't be hit as hard as the counties to the north, where the snow is already falling, and thirty inches or more are expected before it stops. Mischievous young winter is anxious to get a head start on its favorite recreation and doesn't give a shit that the world thinks it isn't ready for such grown-up behavior.
Mr. Nelson is the same way. At 29 this young Turk has been CEO of his PR firm for almost three years. They have many well known clients, primarily highbrow stuff. Some speakers on the lecture circuit, a few classical musicians. He has all the Type A traits: impatience, aggression, attention to detail, inability to relax. This is why his career is skyrocketing. He has a dozen irons in the fire at any one time. Fortunately Gladys, his secretary, (sorry, she insists on the title, Office Manager) serves as his anchor. He knows he'd be lost without her. "Have a happy Halloween, Mr. Nelson," she says late this afternoon as he breezes out the door. Halloween? He never gave it a thought? Should he have bought her flowers or something? In the elevator, he puts a reminder in his datebook for mid-October 1992: Order Gladys a Halloween basket from Harry and David.
Place: Boston, MA
Back East, New Englanders are also glued to the weather reports. Not just any nor'easter this time. Meteorologists are kicking around the term, "Perfect Storm."
Dr. William Stevenson hasn't forgotten it's Halloween. Even if his pediatric office weren't arrayed in witches and ghosts, the 32-year old father wouldn't miss this opportunity to go trick-or-treating with Billy.
Stevenson's practice, now four years old, is located in a Hispanic neighborhood where the families work hard to try to keep ahead. The ones who can't afford his fees get Medicaid and so Bill has managed to pay off most of his student loans. They are no longer dependent on his wife's salary, but she is used to working and continues to do the evening shift at the restaurant.
For eleven years, Billy has always been the light of Bill Stevenson's life. In Med School, he cherished the few precious hours at home when he would play horsey with him, help him ride a two-wheeler, and toss the old baseball around. Best of all, for his brief vacations, he used to take his growing boy camping to "give Mommy a rest." He loved watching him grow. Watching that toddler body turn into a beautiful little boy. On camping trips, they always went skinny dipping, and even began sleeping naked together in one sleeping bag.
When his wife began working evenings, it was up to Bill to put Billy to bed, a task he savored. He always climbed right into bed with him and snuggled. They would play with each other's "man parts" and his son knew it was their special secret.
But lately, Billy is uncomfortable with his father's groping hands. He now locks his bedroom door. Doc hopes he'll at least still let him hold his hand as they go door to door in their pirate outfits.
Why do boys seem to back off from intimate contact when they near their teenage years? Doc often has difficulty examining his older patients who don't take to him feeling them from head to toe, peering at all their growing parts. He wonders if it is just a matter of conditioning. If he starts with his youngest patients and gets them used to being touched all over, even in their "private places," then perhaps as they got older, he can do his explorations more easily. Of course, his interest isn't entirely clinical. The touch of a lad's body in his hands arouses something in him more than a professional interest.
Place: Jordan Academy, Patterson, NY
Mr. Maxwell picks up the stack of ghost stories his students wrote for Halloween and heads down the hall of Jordan Academy. After teaching two years in an inner city Catholic high school, he is exhilarated to have landed this assignment. The students at JA are all intent on getting into the finest colleges. He isn't just baby-sitting any more. And, from what he's seen on the practice fields, his students are endowed with bodies to complement their well-developed minds. These boys are going places and Maxwell relishes being part of that.
Of course, two years ago when he started at St. Thomas, he was also excited. But he quickly learned that his new teacher idealism didn't directly translate into student performance. His English classes were more like Remedial Reading. But there had been a few rays of hope that kept him from entirely abandoning the quixotic pursuit. Students like Pablo.
.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.