Date: Tue, 25 May 2010 00:09:50 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Orphan Boy (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/MMMm...)

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                             Orphan Boy
                                 By
                                Wolf

	It was a cold rainy night when the police came to the house.
When I saw the flashing lights through the window, I had the feeling
that something tribal had gone wrong.  I could not make out much of the
conversation between my teenage babysitter and the policeman, but I
knew it wasn't good.

	The rest of the night was a blur.  I was informed that my parents
were killed in a car accident.  There was a quick funeral and I was
whisked away to a Catholic Orphanage.  It was very intimidating to
being placed the hands of a priest.  He was very understands and
supportive as he escorted me to the orphanage.  As the car passed
through the gate with the iron sign over the entrance proclaiming it as
Saint Paul Orphanage gave me the feeling that my life would never be
the same.  There was the obligatory meeting with the Monsignor of the
orphanage before going through the process of settling me in to the
system.

	I did not feel comfortable in the place.  For the first few nights I
got very little sleep.  There was a lot of noise in the boy's dorm.  Every
night the sound of snoring, heavy breathing and other coughing sounds
kept me awake late into the night.  We slept in our underwear, under
heavy wool war surplus Army blankets.  Just the feel of the wool blanket
would have been a reminder that I was not at home anymore.  On the
third night I got out of bed and quietly walked past the door of the floor
supervisor.  I started wondering around the various floors and wings.  I
had no idea what all of the floors were for.  I had never been in the wing
I found myself before.  I noticed that this floor was divided up into
rooms on either side of a central corridor.  As I moved on tip toe down
the corridor I heard a door open behind me.

	As I turned to look in fear because I was about to be caught out
of bed, I saw an overwhelming looking gray-haired man stepping out of
the doorway facing the interior.  He had on a thick brown fleece robe
and slippers.  I heard voices but was unable to make out the
conversation.  My first impulse was to run, but it was too late.  I had
been seen.  The man approached quietly without haste.  There was
nothing threatening in the way he approached me.

	"Who are you son?  I have not seen you before."

	"My name is Connor.  I have only been here for three days now."

	"Well Connor, you should know that you should not be out of
bed this time of night.  I understand that the surroundings are new to
you and all.  I understand that you are feeling homesick, but you should
not be out and about without permission."

	The mention of being homesick brought home that fact that I was
an orphan.  I broke down crying.  The man knelt beside me and wrapped
his arms around me and hugged me close to his body.  I could feel his
body warmth and smell his body odor along with a manly aftershave.
After comforting me for a moment he apologized.  He understood that I
was a newly orphaned boy.  He stood up and led me down the hall to a
door simply marked A22.  When we entered I saw the neatly hung
vestments of a priest.  I understood right away that he was a priest.  He
moved directly to a phone next to his bed and desk.  He dialed three
numbers.  I feared that I was going to be in trouble.  I stood there in my
underwear as he said, "Hello this is Father Jim, yes, and I have one of
your boys here in my room, Connor.  No, I believe it would be better if
he stayed here tonight.  There were some other exchanges, but all I was
thinking about was his statement about me sleeping with him.

	When he hung up the phone, he gave me a smile.  He told me I
had permission to spend the night with him.  He pulled back the neatly
made blankets and patted the place he wanted me to sit down.  When I
sat down my feet did not touch the floor at all.  He virtually picked me
up and placed me in his bed where he wanted me.  Then he stood up and
stepped out of his slippers before opened the brown robe.  I was a little
surprised to see that he was totally naked under the robe.  He had a
pretty good build.  Age and gravity was starting to make his pectoral
muscles sag.  He legs had been muscular in his youth but were starting to
lose their bulk.  His crotch was eye level with me as I lay on the bed and
what I saw was fascinating.  His pubic hair was still light brown but was
turning gray.  What I could not take my eyes off of was his cock.  To me
it looked huge, but it was no more than five inches long as it hung there
between his legs.  His scrotum was a soft sack dangling between his legs
much lower than the head of his cock.  The left nut hung much lower
than the right one.  He turned around and sat on the bed next to me
before he laid down and covered the two of us with the blankets.  He
leaned over and turned out the lights.  When he turned to face me he
pulled me against his body and hugged me close to his body.  I felt the
heat of his body and felt comfortable smelling his aftershave.  I felt safe
in his arms and drifted off to sleep.

	In the morning I got up early and went back to my dorm.  The
other boys were still asleep but as I passed the bedroom door of Father
Michel, the floor supervisor, I heard a man's voice say, "Go ahead my
son, pull your underwear up, and get ready for breakfast."

	When the door opened I saw Father Michel standing there with
nothing on.  To me he looked as hairy as a bear.  The boy that was my
age was pulling up his underwear.  The two of them saw me and there
was a moment I was sure I was in trouble, but instead the man smiled at
me and told me to make my bed and get dressed.

	The boy slept in a bunk a couple of bunks from mine was named
Sean.  We didn't say anything while we made our beds.  Before we were
finished the bell sounded that woke everyone up.  The noise lever was so
loud that if you wanted to talk to another guy he had to be right next to
you.  I quietly put on the school uniform.  It was new and stiff.

	The day was a little over whelming.  I didn't get to talk to Sean
until after school.  He told me that a lot of the priests and lay teachers at
this orphanage liked to have sex with boys.  I was a little surprised that
he was so casual about the subject, but I was fascinated with the thought
that the priest I had slept with might want to have sex with me.  I had no
idea what men did with boys.

	That evening Father Michel told me that I was to report to Father
Jim's room.  When I knocked on the door, he opened it and ushered me
in with his hand on my back.  He offered me something to eat right
away.  He had some sweet bread and a carton milk for me.   He told me
that he had made arrangements for me to sleep with him at least until I
felt more comfortable living in an orphanage.  Every night after lights
out, I would head for his room.   I even felt special being allowed to be
comforted by such a kindly old man.  After a couple of night he would
kiss me on the mouth before we settled down for the night.  It was about
the same time that Father Jim encouraged me to take my underwear off
before getting in bed.  One night while he was hugging me I felt his cock
get hard and poke me between my legs.  He seemed to enjoy the feeling
of his cock sliding between my legs.  When I didn't object to what he
was doing I felt him reach between our bodies and take hold of my little
Wee-Wee.

	Father Jim kissed me very gently on the mouth while he took
hold of my Wee-Wee with two fingers and a thumb.   No one had ever
played with me like that before.  It felt very strange at first, but I soon
got used to the feeling and liked the way it felt.  A couple of nights later
Father Jim placed my hand around his cock before he started playing
with me.  It came as a big surprise when Father Jim squirted a lot of
white goo all over my belly.  He rubbed it into my skin like it was lotion.
Quick enough I got used to seeing him cum, as he called it.

	Each night that I spent in Father Jim's bedroom was an
adventure, and I saw a lot of things that made my Wee-Wee stiff.  A
couple of times I saw some of the lay teachers walking the hall hand in
hand with various priests.  They made no effort to hide their desire for
each other.  They would be feeling each other's butts or leading each
other by the bulge sticking out in front of them.  Many an evening I
would pass a closed door and hear moans and slurping sound coming
from within.  A couple of times I passed open doors and saw some very
interesting things going on.  I saw priests sucking cocks of other priests,
lay teachers and even some of the older boys from the orphanage.  I even
saw a priest sticking his cock in the mouth of a boy from my dorm.

	One evening when I jumped in bed anticipating our normal sex
games, Father Jim told me how much he loved me.  To prove how much
he loved me, he told me he wanted to suck on my Wee-Wee.  I would
not refuse Father Jim anything.  He pulled back the covers.  He ran his
hands all over my body before he lifted my legs and spread them wide,
and bent over my body.  He took my little dick into his mouth.  I could
not believe how good it felt to have Father Jim sucking on my Wee-Wee.
I was used to getting back to my dorm just before the bell rang.

	Many a morning, I would see Sean either leaving the room of
Father Michel or already getting ready for the day.  He would give me a
wink and blow me a kiss.  One morning I got back to the dorm earlier
than normal, as I passed Father Michel's room I heard some strange
noises.  I was sure that the boy was having sex with the Father Michel
the same way Father Jim and I were.  I would not have been surprised if
the boy was sucking cock, but the noise was strange to me.  It sounded
like Sean was pleading for Father Michel to not hurt him anymore.  I
went to my bed and started getting dressed as usual.  I was worried
about Sean.  When the door opened and the boy came out of the
bedroom he was crying quietly, as he waddled down the aisle to his
bunk.

	When the boy turned his back to me I saw that the bottom of his
underwear was moist.  I could not resist going around to him and asking
him what was wrong.  Sean didn't want to talk about it there.  He
wanted to take a shower.  He took his shorts off and took a towel from
the foot of his bunk as he and stuck his feet into cheep rubber shower
shoes.  He headed to the shower.  I had to follow him.  I stripped too
and put on my flip-flops, as we called them.  When I joined him under
the water I asked him what had happened.

	The boy said, "Father Michel has been making love to me as long
as you have been seeing Father Jim, but last night he told me it was time
for him to show me how men make love to boy pussy.  After we sucked
each other's cocks for awhile he placed my heels on his shoulders and
guided his cock to my butt hole.  He had greased it up with something,
and he used his greasy finger to grease my hole.  He tried to push his
cock into my hole but it hurt so much I begged him to pull it out.  He
took his time and let me get used to the feeling.  It hurt but when he
actually started fucking me, I felt my dick get hard.  He fucked me a
couple of time last night.  This morning he woke me up early, to fuck me
again.  It was sore and it hurt.  What does my asshole look like?"

	Sean turned his back to me, bent over and spread his butt.  I saw
that the hole was still open about the size of my thumb.  The skin around
his asshole was swollen and looked reddish-purple.  When I touched the
flesh he winced.  We heard noise, as boys were heading to the showers
and had to end the inspection.

	I thought about Sean and what Father Michel had done to him all
day.  That night when I reported to Father Jim's room, I had to ask him
about what Father Michel had done to Sean.

	Father Jim held me in his arms while we sat on his bed.  He was
playing with my dick while he told me, "Father Michel does love Sean
very much.  He may have started fucking him a little too quickly, but he
meant well."

	"Do you want to fuck me that way too?"

	Father Jim kissed me on the mouth before answering the
question.  "Connor I have wanted to teach you everything a father can
teach his son about sex.  I have just been waiting for the right time to
teach you about fucking.  I didn't want to frighten you, before you were
ready.  Would you like to watch Father Michel fucking Sean?"

	The idea of watching my friend getting fucked by our dorm
supervisor was enough to make my dick stand up proudly.  There was no
hiding my desire from Father Jim.  He picked up his phone and call
Father Michel.  It only took him a moment to convince the man to bring
Sean to his room.  Within a few minutes there was a knock on the door.
When Father Jim opened the door, Father Michel and Sean were
standing in the hall.  All Sean had on was his underwear and Father
Michael had on a brown fleece robe just like the one Father Jim preferred
to lounge around in.  The two men sat on the side of the bed and
motioned for the two of us to come, sit on their laps.

	Father Michael was younger that Father Jim.  His hair was thick
and dark.  He had a strong broad chest.  When Sean sat on his lap the
robe opened to reveal a chest covered in dark hair.  He even opened the
robe to expose his cock.  Before Sean wrapped his hand around the shaft
I saw a tube of meant that must have been 7-inches long.  The balls were
wedged between his thighs.  They looked round and hairy.  His thighs
were hairy too.

	Father Jim handed Father Michael a tube of some sort of
lubricant.  They were kissing while Michael was applying a generous
amount of the jell to his cock.  When Michael indicated by pushing Sean
away, the boy stood up and removed his underwear.  Then he straddle
the priest's legs and lowered his butt down to the swollen cock.  I sat
there on Jim's lap transfixed at the sight of my friend's asshole opening
up to receive the priest's cock.  Sean was bouncing up and down on the
thighs.  I watched cock sliding in and out of his asshole.  He was making
all kinds of animalistic moans of pleasure.

	I leaned over and whispered in Sean's ear, "I thought it hurt?"

	Sean smiled, "I have learned to love the feeling of cock in my
boy pussy!"

	Father Jim was playing with my cock.  I could not believe how
exciting the sight of my friend fucking himself and smelling the odor of
male sex was turning me on.  The worst thing was that Sean and I were
too young to cum.  The feeling in our cocks would get to a point that it
actually hurt to touch them.  When Father Jim asked me if I was ready to
get my boy pussy filled, I kissed him and told him that I was ready to do
anything he wanted.

	Sean dismounted from Father Michael and the father went
around the twin sized bed and took up position facing me.  Then Father
Jim stood up while holding me and placed me face down across the bed.
I was looking right at Father Michael's cock.  I could not believe that I
could take that thing in my mouth the way I did to Father Jim's cock.  I
soon found out my mistake, because I soon found my nose pressed
against the thick mat of pubic hair.  Sean helped Jim grease up my
asshole.  When they were satisfied that I was ready, Father Jim mounted
my hips and wedged his cock into my ass.  I had never felt anything like
that before.

	My ass was on fire and his cock slid into the butt.  My moans
were muffled because there was a stiff cock in my mouth.  When Jim
started fucking me, the pain turned into unbelievable pleasure.  My little
pecker was being smashed into the mattress of the bed.  Then I felt the
bed move as Sean straddled my back.  It was all I could do to look up
and see Sean sticking his little dick into Father Michael's mouth.  From
my point of view I could see cum running down the inside of Sean's
legs.  In time I felt Father Jim's body ram hard against my butt and then
stop moving.  I knew I was getting my first load of cum in my ass.
Father Jim no more than finished pumping his load of cum in my ass,
than Father Michael flooded my mouth with his warm cum.  After I
swallowed his cum, the four of us longed around on the bed.  Sean and I
were leaking cum all over the sheets.  Not that Father Jim gave a damn.

	Now that I had lost my virgin status, I became a regular little
cock whore.  I would stop by Father Jim's class whenever I could and
either give him a blowjob or drop my pants for him to fuck me.  Other
times I would join Father Michael and Sean for a little three-way.

	Some of the older boys also started seeking me out for a little
diversion.  One afternoon I was wondering through the neighboring
forest next to the orphanage when I came upon a group of six teenagers
that were between sixteen and seventeen years old.  They were lounging
around on the grassy slope next to a steam in the nude.  When they saw
me, they invited me to join them.  I stripped off my clothes and sat down
on the grass between them.  I was not at all surprised when they started
feeling me up.  One of them knelt beside me and held his cock in hand
while he pulled my head towards his cock.  I swallowed his cock and
gave him a great blowjob.  When I felt them feeling my butt, I got on my
keens to give them full access to my butt.  One by one each of them
fucked my ass and then had me give them a blowjob to clean their cocks.
That was the most exciting year of my life.

	The year I was ready to enter the first grade I was adopted by a
close friend of Father Jim.  He was a teacher at the orphanage.  I liked
him the minute I met him.  His name was Mario, an Italian, dark curly
hair, big brown eyes, about six feet tall.  The first time I got a look at his
cock I fell in love with him.  His cock was not only long and thick.  It
had a foreskin that covered the knob of his cock even when he was fully
erect.

	Mario introduced me to something new.  He called it docking.
What he would do was lay facing me and slid his foreskin over my cock.
Then he would wrap his hand around my dick and jack me off.  It would
end when he would squirt cum all over my dick.  Father Jim would visit
regularly.  He would bring along his newest boy for a party with us.  I
would help them stretch the asshole of the new boys by inserting my
cock in their asses until they were ready to accept adult cocks.



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