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The Safe Zone – Chapter 4

Our adult helpers Peter, Roger, Mark, Bob and the two boys, Jacob (the 17 year old expert fellator) and Timmy (the 10 year old expert in rimming) have continued their orgy for quite some time on the kitchen floor. Charles, my younger brother, and I stand gazing at the passion and abandon of man boy sex, our stiff penises jutting out. All of us simply can't get enough of sex. Perhaps it is the year round summer heat, our isolation, or simply our state of minds which contribute to this insatiable desire in all of us.

My brother practices in Delhi as a doctor of adolescent medicine and plans to sell his practice soon to move in with us. Money will not be a problem, our uncle left us a large sum, my bro's practice will fetch a larger sum and I have lots of my own. The finances meant for this orphanage will outlast both my bro, who is 10 years younger than me, and me. Hopefully by then we shall find someone as open minded and passionate as us to carry on this utopia. After a few years we shall stop taking in any more young boys so that the ones we have living with us already could grow up to be adults and capable of being rehabilitated in the outside world. These boys, now men, could then adopt boys of their own and teach them the joys of living in a loving nudist household and gay sex. There are many, many boys like Charles and me who are born exclusive homosexual. Charles tells me that all the time, we simply have to locate these boys in time and nurture them. Too many gay men and boys are condemned, ridiculed and punished for thinking and doing things that come very naturally to them. In our orphanage we never ever punish boys for behaving exactly as Brahma the Creator meant them to - gay. Violence is outlawed here. The "hot pillow" stuffed with cotton is given to cranky boys to thump out their anger. Recreational drugs are, of course, out of the question. We follow a vegan diet, healthy (vouched for by my bro) and plentiful. With so much free sex and mental stimulation our boys are bound to stay contented. Every single boy here is being home schooled by me on spirituality, the arts, sciences and math. At the right times these young boys will sit for exams meant for home schooled kids such that they can get admission to colleges if they wish to study further. Else, we can always use their helping hands like our four adult helpers who came in as boys years ago.  My bro and I have got it all figured out! We know how to run this place and nurture these boys' minds and bodies.

Bob is shooting his load inside Timmy's open mouth when I hear the chatter of the other children coming out together from the latrine/bathroom. My brother is standing staring transfixed at the orgy unfolding before him, stroking his throbbing tool. The troop of boys, ages ranging from 6 to 15, has not a stitch on their bodies. I step out of the kitchen to look at the naked boys walking towards us noisily. They are a boisterous lot and love the sun on their bare skins. Most of them have hard cocks, no doubt their passions were ignited inside the latrine/bathroom and they had copious sex. They are all squeaky clean; the older boys see to it that the younger ones are washed properly. This way the older ones can initiate the younger ones into the joys of gay sex. Not that the younger ones needed much initiation. Kids like 10 year old Timmy could teach us a thing or two about satisfying ways to rim a guy.

As soon as the boys see me standing at the entrance with a hardon they know something is happening in the kitchen. They rush inside and crowd around the orgy. Some of the boys join the fun, others start masturbating. My bro gets his cock sucked dry by three boys one after the other. A bigger orgy forms. The kitchen is filled with gasps and sex sounds. I am poked gently in my anus by the fingers of some boy. Peter walks up to me, bends over and makes me rim his bottom thoroughly. That's one thing poor Peter can't do at all – rim, because some unknown, accursed fiend cut off his tongue when he was a baby, long before we rescued him from a nightmare of an orphanage and brought him here. When we finish, all spent, I see my bro lying on the ground laughing with his face and lips covered with boy cum. Jacob has still got his mouth around my bro's cock taking in the last of his man juice. Several are frozen in the joy of 69 and I see a daisy-rim circle of a few boys with their mouths pasted on each others' ass holes.

Roger and Mark stand up and clap their hands loudly. "Get up everyone and go to the classroom or we'll never have our meal this morning."

Security, sex and hunger are three of the most important driving forces in the human body. As we get those needs fulfilled, so Maslow said many years ago, we are on our way to the fulfilment of higher needs. Every one of us in the orphanage meditates at least once a day. I teach the boys to be spiritual and not religious. Spirituality is all about being one with the Cosmic Force; religion has been turned into a psychopathic monster by some people in modern times. That is why we have so many "religious and moral" folks in this world who hate homosexuals and exhort others to abhor them too; they consider consensual and nurturing boy love to be "evil". They would have people like me and my bro burnt at stake, incarcerated, castrated or shot dead. They forget that pederasty was a common practice in the olden days in Greece, Japan and Italy. Don't believe me? Just look up that word in Wikipedia. According to Plato, in ancient Greece, pederasty was a relationship and bond – whether sexual or chaste – between an adolescent boy and an adult man outside of his immediate family. All our boys are happily having sex and living with us. All four of the adult helpers chose to stay back even when we offered them money and a settled life in the world outside. We love each other and wouldn't ever dream of forcing sex or anything else on anyone. If more and more people thought like we do, I reckon, the world would be a far better place to live in than it is now.

My bro gets up laughing. He and the two boys who were sleeping with him till just before the orgy had not yet had their morning shit.

"Hey bro, I wanna talk to you", Charles caught my hand as he walked passed me towards the latrine, "I have some plans for us." The two boys are by his side, their bodies still trembling.

I leave the rest of the boys to settle themselves and the helpers to complete the preparation of the meal. I join Charles and the boys in the latrine. I fill small plastic buckets with water and place them before the low ledge running parallel to a row of holes which serve as our communal latrine. The holes feed into deep pits underground. The boys and Charles step on the ledge and squat side by side to hang their bums over the shit holes. I squat facing Charles. I look at the boys' small cocks, now flaccid, between their thighs as they squat. Then my eyes rove over to my brother's familiar monster cock dangling almost to his heels as he lets out a fart. He looks down at his ass and lifts his bum a bit to squirt a long piece of turd into the hole. The stench of the three of them shitting together fills the air. The boys are chattering with each other. Charles lifts his face and smiles at me.

"I have been contacted by a group of doctors who have shown interest in buying my practice in Delhi", says Charles. "In fact the deal could be sealed as early as in the next two months. I'll wrap up and join you here immediately after that. We will be together and take care of these boys. Isn't that lovely?"

Charles' face is still wet with boy cum from the orgy we just got out of. His eyes are shining with excitement. We never liked it when the two of us were apart. But it was essential that Charles practice far away from us and find us boys. From now on he'll not practice professionally but we'll have a doctor in the house. He can help me home school the 17 boys who live with us. Charles and I can have as much man - boy sex as we want. What can be better than that? No matter who we have met in our lives thus far Charles and I have always been the most sexually compatible with each other. We have been having sex for so long now that we know precisely what the other enjoyed. The stench of his shit was just the same as that of mine. So shitting together was very usual for us, absolutely no shame in it at all.  All the boys were equally comfortable shitting together. I hold both Charles' hands in mine as he extends them over his knees. He presses my fingers.

"Fabulous!", I say.

Charles' lets out another fart and a piece of shit too. I look at his puckered anus covered with shit.

"Done?", I ask him.

He nods. I reach out with my fingers and wash his bung hole with the water from the bucket. In India we don't use toilet paper, we prefer to wash our anuses thoroughly after we shit. Charles and I have been washing each other's bums since our childhoods and are completely ok with it. The two kids beside us have already finished shitting, washing their bums and are now frolicking in the bath area. Charles and I walk towards them.

"Kevin," he says drawing some water with a mug from the big open tank in the bath area, "let's go out together to L--- village today in the truck. Yesterday I saw two boys begging on the village dirt road and enquired about them. They are brothers. One seemed to me to be 15 and the other 12. They looked starved to me. Their dead parents belonged to an `untouchable' lower caste and once they passed away the ignorant villagers wouldn't touch these poor mites. These poor souls have to beg and eke out their living together. I talked to them yesterday and asked them to wait for me, I promised to come back and take them with me."

"I suggest we go out immediately and bring them here," I said troubled by this information, "why prolong their agony even by a day?"

"You are right," said my bro, "let's grab a bite and leave".

Quickly Charles washed himself. We hurried back to the kitchen leaving the two boys still frolicking in the water. Both of us grabbed some vegetable curry and "roti" – flat Indian bread made of wheat flour - and gulped them down with orange juice. We put on clothes quickly. I told our helpers to get ready for two additions to our family. They nodded in approval.

I drove our truck fast and got us to L--- village in no time, before long we had spotted the two dust covered forlorn boys sitting by the dirt road. Their eyes spoke of neglect, deprivation and hunger. They had probably known love and care till the time they had their parents, but for the past few years they had known the love only of each other. I couldn't help but cry. There is so much sorrow in this world.

The boys looked up and their faces lit up when they spotted my bro. Here was the nice man who had promised to help them and take them away from this hell. Their bodies were covered with dust and their skin sunburnt. Their starved bellies showed that they needed to be fed urgently. When we help them stand up we see the full extent of the horror, their concave bellies looked as if they hadn't eaten in two days. The boys are dressed in dirty rags. I shake with anger at the cruelty of these villagers. We help the boys up into our truck and make them sit between us as I drive back. My brother is smiling at them and trying his best to put them at ease.

"Let's go and get you lots to eat first", says Charles to the boys. They smile at him hungrily.

"And after that we can have a bath together", I say.

The boys, who had been clinging a bit to each other till now, seem to relax somewhat. They hadn't had people show them kindness for years. This seems like a dream to them. Can men be so nice?

As soon as we reach our love home we walk them to the classroom to be introduced to the others. They walk in and gasp, so many naked boys looking up at them! Every face has a happy smile of welcome. Our newest additions to the family stare at everyone.

Bob hurries forward and clutches them to his bosom. "Welcome to our love home boys", he croons.

Jacob, the oldest boy in our family, gets up from where he has been sitting on the floor, rushes to the kitchen and brings out two plates with warm "rotis".  Peter, one of our helpers, brings the veggie curry in bowls and places them in front of the boys.

My bro cajoles the two, "Come on, eat as much as you want."

The two new boys stare at wonder at so much food in front of them. The other boys crowd around us and watch them stuff their mouths. It is obvious that these two mites are starved.

The older boy looks up at everyone with gratitude and tears in his eyes, "Thank you! May God bless your hearts and grant you all your wishes" he says in a tired voice, obviously he has said that thousands and thousands of times whenever anyone has thrown a merciful coin or half a stale loaf of bread at them.

I can't help myself and weep loudly. Soon I am joined by all my helpers, Charles and the rest of the boys. Not one of us in that room has dry eyes just at that moment.

"Welcome to our love home boys", croons Charles again after the boys have finished eating, "you belong to our family now. You will never ever beg again as long as you live. You will have food, love and care every single day for the rest of your long lives with us. Would you like that?"

The younger one speaks up then. "Will I have my brother with me all the time?"

"Oh yes!" I assure him, "always."

The broad smile which spread across the kid's face at that moment could have lit up the room. The rest of us clap and Bob hugs both of them together again.

"Now let's get you boys out of these clothes and washed clean", says Roger. "Who wants to join me?"

Everyone stands up. The two boys stare at the stark naked crowd. "Don't you wear clothes?", asks the older one to Charles.

The younger boy is staring at three of our boys who have boners and are standing behind the crowd. He turns to his brother, "look they have their cocks standing up, just like ours do sometimes."

The older boy walks up to the three who were unashamedly sporting erections. He stares at them in wonder. The three smile at him encouragingly.

"You have standing cocks! Mine stands up too when I am not very hungry. I like it then. My brother's cock also stands up, though not as often as mine."

The younger boy joins his brother to stare at the erect penises of our boys. Seeing their interest the three boys start getting even more aroused and show off their cocks. One of our boys comes closer and places the older one's hand around his hard tool.

"Hold it, it's very hard now. Show us yours."

The older boy grabs another of our boys' hard cock. "Both of you have such big cocks!",  he exclaims, "I'll show you mine and my brother's cocks. They are not as big as yours."

The older boy drops his dirty, torn trousers to reveal a dark circumcised penis slowly rising to attention. His trousers flop to his ankles. He pulls off his torn shirt and drops it on the floor. One of our boys help the older one kick his trousers away. The helpers quickly bundle them and throw them in the kitchen trash bin.

Meanwhile the younger boy has clenched the third one's erect penis in his fist.

"Want to see my ass hole?", asks the third boy to the younger one.

"Sure."

The third boy turns around and bends over. He grabs his buttock cheeks apart and spreads his ass on the face of the young kid. "Touch it", he says in an aroused voice.

The younger boy feels his anus with his forefinger. "It's so clean! Doesn't smell at all."

The older brother is by now standing with his cock jutting straight ahead. Thick, black, curly pubic hair covers his groin. His expression shows that he was liking it all enormously. Some of our other boys have hard cocks by now and they come forward to show themselves off.

My bro and I both have stiffies by now and walk in front of the older brother. He looks at Charles' erect pecker and smiles. "Even you have got a standing cock!"

"I do too", say I, "and we are all happy showing our cocks to everyone."

The younger brother is pulling off his clothes eagerly. "See my cock all of you, it is standing up too. See my ass hole, not as nice smelling as yours."

The younger brother's cut cock has hardened and stands out stiffly. He has very little pubic hair around his pecker. But it promises to grow as black and thick as his brother's when he is older.

"We have a lot of fun when we get hard cocks," I say to the brothers, "would you like to join us?"

"Yes!", is the immediate response from the two.

"But first we have to get you both all clean and fresh", I say.

Eight of us lead the two brothers naked and aroused to the bath area. Roger and Mark quickly take charge of thoroughly washing their bodies. My bro checks for skin infections and lice on both the boys, thankfully there are none. The brothers are washed and scrubbed by Roger and Mark who wipe their bodies dry with soft towels. The brothers never lost their erections throughout and kept staring at our penises. Their sun burnt and dry skin would need to be treated by ointments my bro had in his medicine box.

We walked back into the classroom. The brothers by now were eager to know the "fun" we had when we got hard cocks. They aren't disappointed with what our boys teach them.

The brothers are made to lie down on the floor on their backs. Jacob, the oldest boy in our family who was 17, starts licking the older brother's navel. Timmy, our 10 year old rimming expert, lifted the younger brother's legs and licked his balls. Timmy turned the younger brother on his side and put his mouth into his butt crack. The moment Timmy's tongue gets to the younger brother's ass hole he starts moaning with pleasure. The older brother is gasping for breath in ecstasy for Jacob's ministrations are beyond reproach.

Jacob and Timmy are at it for about 10 minutes before the older brother shudders. He is cumming in Jacob's mouth and shouts aloud. Ah! the joy of sex. The younger one can't produce boy spunk yet but soon went rigid with an orgasm.

Charles and I had been squatting beside the two brothers all this while masturbating each other slowly.

"Like the fun we have?" asked Charles.

The satisfied smiles on the faces of the two spent brothers lying on their backs on the classroom floor are answers enough.

The next few days see the brothers settle in completely. Soon they bond with our boys and chatter happily. Their new found sexual freedom and full tummies make them happier and far more content than they have ever been in their lives. Suddenly their fear of staying hungry has vanished. I learn that the older brother has sucked his younger brother's penis for a few years before they met us to help him sleep in the nights. The older one has also enjoyed masturbating himself and his brother. We show them how masturbation and sex are pleasures celebrated in our home, no one to stop them and no inhibitions at all. Within days the brothers say they belonged as if they had lived with us all their lives. They still liked to sleep cuddled up with each other. Before they sleep each night they learn to suck each other's cocks to climax. The older one licks quite few bums and gets his cock sucked dry several times a day. The younger brother is an eager learner. It seems that they fit right into the group of sex addicts in our family. Repressed for so long they crave for sex constantly now.

Many in this world will frown when I say that quite a few of our boys are sex addicts. Let me explain. When the body craves for sex and is immediately gratified the mind is more open to the pursuit of other things like education and learning. Our teenage boys were almost constantly in a state of arousal. Their hormones were naturally active. Since there was no one to stop them from having sex they enjoyed themselves whenever and wherever they wanted in full view of the others. All of us would sit around the room every afternoon after lunch discussing various things the boys had learnt when school was in session.  If in the middle of the discussion a boy got aroused he would get up and walk to the center of the room showing his erect penis around. It would invariably evoke a response in the groin of at least one of the other boys. This boy too would stand up and walk over to the first one. They would then have sex right there. If anyone else in the room got aroused they too would walk to the center of the room and release his sexual heat. The rest of us would continue the discussion or watch the boys having sex. Everything was treated as a matter of fact. No censure and absolutely no barriers.

A 16 year old teen, T., was one of those who constantly wanted sex and would masturbate many times every day, oftentimes immediately after he had just had a bout of orgasmic sex with a boy. He woke up every morning with a raging hardon. In fact most of us in that home did. T. would start fondling his genitals before he opened his eyes fully. If another sex hungry boy was awake they would immediately start fondling each other. The highly sexed teens helped relieve each other constantly. T. in particular masturbated twice even while he had his morning shit. It was quite usual to see our older and intensely horny boys shitting together with stiff penises sticking out from between their thighs as they squatted. While bathing T. made it a point to have sex with at least one of us. He loved everything in sex – rimming, sucking, mutual masturbation, exhibiting his nudity and erection. He was a sweet boy and was helpful around the house. Never once has he lost his temper since he came to us 5 years ago. He bathed the younger ones carefully and encouraged them to have sex.

One sleepy afternoon, not long after we had welcomed the two brothers, we were in the middle of a siesta. My brother had already flown back to Delhi. Five of our teen sex addicts soon got tired of sleeping and wanted sex. They got up and crawled closer to each other. I had my eyes open and grinned when I saw them crawling, I knew what was coming. Seeing me awake they crawled next to me silently.

"Let's go inside the latrine", whispered one. I nodded and silently stood up. The boys stood straight with me as did their penises. Two of the boys walked ahead of me fondling each other and the other three padded by my side, their woodies waving in the sun. I felt my cock harden.

.... to be continued.