Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 14:07:36 -0500
From: ted harlow <oicu8@hotmail.com>
Subject: history 1

	All of the normal disclaimers apply here !!!
This story concerns fictional accounts of consensual sexual acts by and
between boys, and in some episodes may also include men.
If the subject is disturbing to you for any reason,  you should proceed to
another site. Also be aware that this material, even though it is fiction,
is illegal in some localities,
KNOW YOUR LAW before you continue
I hope all who continue will enjoy the narrative, but if not, please take
note of the mistletoe pinned to my shirt tail

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	Well, first there's marty. Of course he wasn't the first, not even the
last. But I do remember him fondly.  He was about thirteen when they brought
him into the system.
	OH, the system. You see, for a long while I served as a foster parent. We
referred to the organization as the system. There are many words that might
better describe it, the first that seems to be more appropriate would be the
process. The kids are inducted, placed, shuttled, domineered, and if they
don't fight back, they are then ignored and allowed to grow out of the
system. Needless to say, I didn't agree with much of the system,  and when
they realized it, I was dismissed.
	Back to marty. He was a younger teen and very timid the first time I met
him. He was being escorted in to the building for his interview, and I
happened to be closest to the door, so I was the one that unlocked it. Two
teens, one preteen, three cops, and a mousy little woman.  I don't mean just
small, I mean mousy, as in dirty, gray, ground in grime. Since I hadn't been
appointed to his case I passed through the hall as quickly as I could.
	The thing that I remember about that first encounter was this timid acting
kid glancing up to meet my gaze as I held the door.  Such a quick thing, but
having so much content. In that flash I could see that he integrated all the
pertinent facts about me.  My position relative to his problem, my interest
in boys, my limits in the system, he very likely knew that I would be
curious about him, enough to break into his file later.
	He was right if that was his thought. I was into his file even as his
caseworker was updating it. It's the easiest time to crack it, when it's
already open, and once in to it, my work station had automatic access to it
again. I only stayed on line long enough to see where he'd be placed. They
broke the boys up, which was standard for his type of case, but it surprised
me. Marty was being sent to murry's place in upper green, a small settlement
south of the city. That was ok. murry ran a good home, fed the kids and
generally had good results.
	Later, just before quitting time, I opened his file again. It was a big
one. Three times in court for juvenile shit. Lots of community service for
it too.  This time though was the cracker. His dad had broken down to his
analyst and admitted that he was molesting the boys.  By law the shrink had
to report it and that started the whole thing rolling. According to the
report the older boy, and the younger, had been accosted just once. Marty
had admitted to multiple times.
	OK. Enough history, since it wasn't accurate anyway. The older boy was too
old for my interest.  The younger boy was a butter ball and didn't look
clean, so neither of them hooked my fancy.  I found later that either of
them might have been better.
	Now I knew murry, we'd been out playing pool and drinking several times. He
pretty much had the same feelings about the system that I had, but he had to
make the payments on that big house of his. He knew that I preferred young
boys, and I suspected that he experimented some times too. We never talked
about it, beyond the one time when he noticed me paying attention to one of
his charges. He allowed me to take that boy to the movies, without the
usual sign out bullshit too. Three times.
	So that was my "in" with marty.  The system allowed him to buy new clothes
and I arranged to take him. The system arranged for him to see a shrink in
the city, so I drove down and brought him in. occasionally, he had to appear
before the judge, I brought him in for that too.
	On the first trip I flat out told him that I knew he wasn't the innocent
that he was projecting, that I'd read the file, that I knew all about him
and his step dad.  He didn't like it and said nothing more the whole time.
He did talk to me a little on the second trip, and on the third trip, the
conversation went something like this.
	"You read about me, huh?"
	"Yeah. I was just curious".
	"Do you know where josh 'n timmy are?"
	"Uh, no. Didn't they tell you?"
	"HUH!  They don't tell me shit!"
	"Well, they think they're doing the right thing" .
	"It aint right ! They lock us up for something steve did, 'n he's probably
out there doing it again, 'n they won't even let me see my brothers".
	"Oh no. Steve isn't 'out there'.  He got ten years in prison for doing it".
	"You sure?"
	"Yes. It was in the file last time I looked.".
	He took a few minutes to digest that, and I was busy with the heavy
traffic.
	"How'd you find me?"
	"It was in the file" .
	"Then my brothers are in it too, aint they?"
	"Yeah, I suppose they are."
	"You can find out where they are, can't you?"
	"Sure, but then what?"
	"We can go see them."
	"I'll have to think about that. They don't want you to see your brothers
for awhile".
	"Yeah. But it aint right".
	"Yes, I know. But they don't want you and your brothers to keep on doing
the things you were doing. They think they can keep you apart for awhile and
you'll lose interest in doing those things".
	"HUH? Me and timmy didn't do anything, and me and josh were just playing.
It was steve who was doing the real nasty things".
	"In the file it says you were all doing things, all with each other".
	"Bullloony. I only let josh do it a few times, and timmy only did steve,
and they just did steve to get cigarettes. And besides, he wasn't hurting
us. It hurt me so bad the first time that he wouldn't do them. He just let
them do the other thing" .
	"What other thing?"
	"They sucked him. Timmy thinks it makes the cigarettes taste better too".
	"Smokes for a blojob, huh? Sounds like a good deal for someone."
	"They liked it. So did steve!"
	"Yeah, he got the best of the deal."
	"That's what josh said, but timmy liked it a lot. And I remember that josh
used to really like it a lot, too.  At least he did it a lot".
	We were at the juvenile complex then, but I had time as we parked to ask
one last question.
	"So what did you get?"
	He didn't answer right away. Only when we were on the steps in front of the
door did he look up to me, and in his shy little boy voice say,
	"I got fucked".

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