Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2008 16:22:11 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: New Horizons Chapter Seventy All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Dwight Wilson, at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. Note: I would like to thank Colin, John and Matthew for their continued support and patience while I try to write this story. Their support and efforts at editing and correcting my errors not only keep me in line, but contribute significantly to a more enjoyable story. It is the emails and comments I receive from you, the readers, that encourage me to continue. Chapter Seventy: New Horizons "Boys!" Daniel tried to get the boys' attention before they left the mess hall. Trying to say something over the sounds of over one hundred jabbering kids was an almost impossible challenge. "Gentlemen . . . .HEY! . . .GUYS!" "Shhhh, quiet down" . . ."shut up" . . ."cool it, man, Mr. Dan'l's tryin' ta say somethin'." Daniel smiled to himself as he heard the directives floating through the room. When the boys quieted down, Daniel began his familiar walk through the room and spoke to them. "In a few minutes, several of us will be headed to Orlando for our regular visit to the senior center. However, when we return we will have company with us. That's what I wanted to speak to you about. I've mentioned before that there is a British journalist coming over to do a story on you boys and New Horizons. I think it should go without saying that he'll want to speak with Connor and Peter. My guess is that he will also want to talk with some of the rest of you." Daniel paused a moment to read the boys' faces. He continued to walk around the room and patted a boy on the back or rubbed a head here and there as he moved around. "I only want to make sure that you understand one thing. If this journalist, his name is Colin Smythe, wants to talk with you, it will be your choice and your choice alone. If there are some of you that think you wouldn't mind talking with him, let us know and I'll tell him these are the only boys he can question. If you know that you don't want to speak with him, let us know and you will be protected. Again, it's strictly your choice." "Mr. Dan'l?" Daniel turned towards where the question came from. "How do we know we can trust him? I mean, ya know, we see the news on television sometimes, and not everybody likes what you done and not everybody believes the system should be changed. Suppose he's here ta spy on us and cause trouble?" "That's a logical concern, fellas. I don't know this man; I've never met him. I can tell you that he is with a group that is affiliated with Elizabeth's television station and news group. I've had him checked out as best I can and haven't received any reports that would make me suspicious at this point. I'm not saying to you that you should spill your guts to him the first day, or any day. I would advise you to use your instincts. Your instincts are what helped you survive before, so use them now." "Instincts and talented butts," One of the boys hollered out, causing an uproar of laughter. "Well, what you do with your butt is your choice, just like whether you talk to Mr. Smythe. He is bringing his son with him. I understand the boy is about twelve or so and they'll be here about three weeks. I also understand the son is about as adverse to wearing clothes as you guys, so he should fit right in. I'll leave that up to you boys." "Mr. Dan'l," Patrick stood and spoke up, "I don't mind talkin' to 'im. Somebody needs to tell what it's like out there and how the system tried to fuck us over. As far as here is concerned, I don't know of anythin' bad that could be said about us. But, some of the guys, Mr. Dan'l, might not want to talk with him alone. Is that okay?" "Certainly it is. If any of you think you're willing to talk, but feel more comfortable having someone with you, whether part of the staff or another one of the boys, then that's how it will be." Daniel walked around the room and answered the boys' questions. As he approached Danny, the little boy looked up sheepishly and then turned on his charm with the smile and a slight cock of his head. Moments later, he had stretched his arms out to Daniel. "Have you finished eating your breakfast, little man?" Danny nodded his head and Daniel carried him around the room. **** "Hi, I'm Danny and me and my friends are here to visit wif you." Daniel smiled as he listened to Danny introduce himself and the other Cherubs. As usual, Danny had not said his opening line the way it was written, but said it the way that was normal for the now six year old boy. The only things consistent about Danny's introductions were his winning smile and dimples. Besides, it was difficult to hear anything over all the "ooohhs" and "aaahhhs" and comments on how nice the boys looked. The boys had developed nice tans over the past several months. Contrasted with the vibrant colors of their cloths, the gold chain thong around their waists and the gold-silver- copper adornments on their arms and wrists, complemented with hairstyles and dazzling white smiles, the boys were poster perfect. Daniel laughed as he saw 'Granny' reach for little Danny. Other ladies reached for Ryan and Ian. The boys loved to be held and cuddled, but they did have some fear of being hugged too hard and smothered in what the boys called the soft pillow on the ladies' chests. Mark, dressed in normal street clothes, and Kevin, dressed as the senior Cherub, would watch after the boys while Daniel drove to the airport to pick up Colin Smythe and his son, Nigel. As was customary by this time with the boys' visits, the lunch times had been extended to begin a half hour earlier than normal and end a half hour later. The extended time gave the seniors more time to spend with the boys, and the boys didn't seem to mind. Most of the boys understood that the seniors were lonely and looked forward to these visits. If some of the seniors got a little frisky and decided to slip a hand under a cloth to caress a smooth boy skin, no one seemed to object; some of the boys even encouraged a little exploring and enjoyed watching the expressions on the seniors' faces. The youngest boys thought the seniors were trying to tickle them, and laughed. TJ and Evan approached the nurse standing outside the room that the boys knew would have Grandpa inside, waiting for them. He was the same nurse the boys had seen since their first visit. He knew the boys, he knew Grandpa, and he knew what went on behind the closed door. As they approached, the nurse stopped the boys and spoke to them. After only a few words, Evan gave TJ a quizzical look. TJ asked the nurse a question and then smiled. Evan nodded to both the nurse and TJ, and then, the boys entered the room. Grandpa was sitting in his chair, waiting. "Hi, Grandpa," the boys called out almost simultaneously as they entered the room. Grandpa didn't say anything, he just smiled with a twinkle in his eyes and held out both arms to his favorite boys. TJ and Evan stepped over next to their Grandpa who sat in his chair with only a towel lying across his lap, gave him a hug, and instantly felt his hands rubbing their backs. As they stood, the hands moved down to snake under their loin cloths and massage the soft skin covering a teen boy's firm buttock. The boys looked at Grandpa, and one another, and smiled. The boys had learned from experience that Grandpa enjoyed feeling them; their soft skin and firm muscles. He would sit there with his hands roaming their bodies, his eyes closed, lost in private thought. The boys instinctively spread their feet a little to give Grandpa access to any parts he wanted. The boys didn't care; they trusted Grandpa, in fact, they truly loved him and would totally surrender themselves to him before the session was over. Each placing a hand on the old man's shoulders, the boys leaned into one another for a simple kiss. The simple kiss quickly became a passionate kiss where both boys' tongues dueled with the other, trying to perform a tonsillectomy on his lover. That's what TJ and Evan were, lovers deeply committed to each other but secure enough to share themselves with an old man who was a self proclaimed boy connoisseur; a man who had shown the boys only love and compassion. Grandpa listened as his boys began their slight mewing. He didn't need to open his eyes to know what they were doing; he didn't want to open his eyes. His hands continued to move over the silky soft teen boy flesh, feeling the down covered mounds formed by perfect curves. Sensitive fingers sent images to his mind's eye that caused a slight smile to form on the old, wrinkled face. Grandpa's thumbs found the warmth of the crevice leading to the most precious of all boy gifts. As his thumbs moved gently up and down each crevice, the mewing became louder, accompanied by sharp intakes of breath and deeper, more passionate kisses. Finger tips moved down the back of firm, but soft, thighs. Sensitive tips could feel the small goose bumps that formed on their legs, and then explored their way up the inside of the boys' thighs. When his fingers neared the top, the boys' spread their legs. Sounds of pleading whimpers conveyed a message of boys in heat. Two experienced thumbs found where the Velcro attached that held the small pouch supporting their boyhood. With a quick flick of his thumbs, the pouch on each boy was released; the finger tips never left the soft, supple skin. Slowly, his fingers found their way to the bottom of the exquisite mounds and then moved under and forward. The middle finger of each skilled and well experienced hand found a perineum to massage while the palm felt the tell-tale ring of the lubrication plug each boy wore; thumbs worked their way back into the warmth of a crevice. Fingers and thumb slowly flexed, sending each boy forward, nearer to the throes of sexual excitement. Grandpa felt the boys lean down and knew they were now suckling or massaging each others nipples. His mind's eye formed the perfect picture; nature's most perfect creations enjoying nature's most perfect gift. His fingers and thumbs gradually moved to their next target. Grasping each plug carefully so as not to break the seal, Grandpa gently pulled the plug from each boy. TJ and Evan felt what Grandpa wanted to do and bent over to give him better access. When they felt the pressure of his pulling, each boy pushed out to assist. The plugs were good, and would be used that day, but it was too early; Grandpa had other plans. The boys never broke stride with their kissing and manipulations of one another. Fingers again moved down and forward until they touched and then held the smaller globes that produced the youthful nectar the old man sought. Massaging the twin globes in their silky sac, his thumbs sought out and found that most protected of all entries and began an easy circular massage. As his thumbs found their target, Grandpa felt the boys shiver and their legs shake, bringing a smile to the old man's face. With eyes closed, he leaned over and rubbed his face against TJ's hip and then used his teeth to pull on the slip knot holding the boy's thong in place. Grandpa relished the taste of youthful skin. The man then leaned over and rubbed his face against Evan's hip, lingering only long enough to enjoy the youthful aroma of boy before he pulled another slip knot to release a golden thong. The rear portion of their cloths fell to the floor, the front portions did not, being hung up on raging boyhoods. Both boys reached down and flicked the cloths away. Experienced enough to know that two teen boys in the depths of heat and lust could not last too long, Grandpa used his fingers and thumbs to turn each boy. His thumbs left that warmest of all spots, leaving each boy feeling abandoned. Both boys had hoped their Grandpa would penetrate them and work their magic spots. He deliberately left them, not wanting the boys to finish off too quickly. When his hands traveled down the inside of their thigh, and his fingernails were dragged up the back of the thigh, both boys again gasped and whimpered; Grandpa smiled, for he knew that the boys enjoyed themselves. Grandpa soon returned his hands to the precious producers of youthful nectar and held them in a warm palm. Kneading the fabulous orbs, the man gradually pulled the boys closer as he leaned forward, stopping only when he felt their soft, firm boyhoods touch his face. Moving his head back and forth, around and around, he learned where the boys were and enjoyed feeling their juices coat his face. Their gasps and moans as his face crossed sensitive heads encouraged him to continue. As he moved back and forth, he occasionally put out the tip of his tongue to tease the shafts and barely touched the sensitive area behind the crown. The boys were shaking with youthful lust and desire. Holding each other to steady themselves, they had to kiss one another, but then they needed to suckle a nipple, but it was better to suckle a neck; neither cared about the branding. "AAAAAAAHHHH . .ohhh gaaahhhd . .uuuunnnnggghhh", TJ suddenly cried out in a whispered scream of pleasure as he felt the warm moistness envelope his entire shaft in one quick sucking motion. Grandpa used his grip on the boy's nuggets to keep him close; youthful pubes tickled a much older nose. The man didn't move as one would expect, he didn't need to. Long trained and well experienced throat muscles worked their magic to keep TJ whimpering like a puppy. Relief came only when Grandpa slowly backed away and released TJ's boyhood. The boys resumed their passionate kissing. "Uuunnngghh . .uuuunnngghhh . . .uuunnngghh . .AAAHHHH!" Evan cried out in ever higher pitched whispers as he felt the moist warmth envelope his shaft the same as it had done his lover's. With each cry Evan's body experienced a wave of pleasure and the boy raised himself up on his toes, and remained that way. Throat muscles worked their magic as Evan began to shake almost to the point of convulsing. TJ watched his lover, and smiled. The boys were so caught up in the throes of sexual ecstasy that they didn't see the nurse walk in and place something on the bed. The nurse paused for only a moment to appreciate the scene before him and then quietly exited to restore the trio's privacy. Nor were the boys aware of the entertainment they provided to others. Grandpa could feel the boys' testicles drawing ever closer to their bodies and knew it wouldn't be much longer before the boys would reach the point of no return. He continued to massage the orbs and stimulate the boys, the whole time relishing their innocent squeals of delight. When he knew the time was at hand, he took the end of each fountain in his mouth and worked them with his tongue. The boys gritted their teeth, raised on tip-toe and squealed with delight as their bodies responded in orgasmic jolts. The boys gave too much, too fast for Grandpa to control it all and the sweet nectar ran from the corners of his mouth to fall to his chest. After the strongest surges passed, Grandpa allowed the poles to fall from his mouth and helped support the boys while their bodies finished draining on him and they regained their composure. The boys held one another tightly and also held onto Grandpa to avoid falling to the floor; their orgasms so strong that each boy saw only stars and flashing lights. They stood on tip-toe and fell into one another. A light coating of sweat gave the boys a sheen that only enhanced their beauty. As they gasped for air and slowly regained their composure, both boys slid to their knees next to Grandpa. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. The boys looked at the old man, and then at one another. Simultaneously, they leaned in and cleaned off the smiling older face and then moved down to clean his chest. They took special care to thoroughly clean the nipple area, causing their favorite senior citizen to gasp. Unknown to Grandpa, his nurse had told the boys about some of the older man's kinky thrills from the past. The boys had already planned on showing their Grandpa a very special time and pampering him; the nurse's suggestion made things more interesting. The boys each slipped one hand behind and another underneath Grandpa and lifted him. Grandpa wasn't too sure he was ready to let the boys carry him like that, but decided there was no harm. The boys smiled when they saw what had been placed on the bed. After laying Grandpa on the bed, the boys stood on either side of him and smiled down. Grandpa was so consumed in his appreciation of their youth and beauty that he didn't pay any attention to what they were doing to him. Each boy held a wrist and, using cuffs found on the bed, secured the old man's wrists to the head of the bed. Grandpa was shocked, then puzzled, then a little smile crept across his face. "Just what do you two young fellas think you're doing to me?" Grandpa demanded, trying to sound stern but fighting to hold back a smile. The boys didn't say anything they just looked at their Grandpa and smiled. The boys raised the side rails on the bed, draped a blanket to cover the cold metal rails and then climbed into bed with the old man. With a naked youth on either side, partially draped over his body, Grandpa closed his eyes and said a prayer of thanks for this little piece of heaven before he heard the boys' promise. "It's our turn to play with you now, but we think you're gonna like this kind of play," TJ told the man, smiling. The boys said nothing else as they proceeded to try and give the man sensations and feelings that he had not felt in many years. The smile on his face said that Grandpa was really looking forward to this experience. **** Daniel stood in the waiting area at Orlando International. Standing with him, and leaning into him, was a very nervous Jeremy. The boy was not accustomed to being around this much activity. People moved in all directions, seeming oblivious to anyone or anything around them. They moved mostly in small groups, or as pairs, or alone. Some even seemed to move as much larger groups. There was so much activity the boy couldn't keep track of it all and it made him nervous; and the noise, it was almost frightening. "Jeremy, you don't need to be afraid. These are just people passing through. Some work here, some are here on business, and a lot of them, like that large group over there." And Daniel pointed to group with each person wearing an arm band to identify them, "they are most likely part of a travel group here on vacation. I guess you were pretty much sheltered from large groups for the past couple of years." "Yeah," the boy answered subconsciously, causing Daniel to smile. As a slave, Jeremy would have been punished for such an answer, now it was welcomed. "I saw a bunch a people at the auction place when they took me, but that was the last time. When they took me from that place, the whore house, they kept me in a cage and in dark places, alone. There was quiet, too; it wudn't like this. This place is too loud." Jeremy continued to look around him as he spoke, but looked up at Daniel when he felt the arm wrap around his shoulder and pull him close. "Jeremy, we have a few minutes before the plane lands, would you like to get a drink or maybe a cinnamon bun?" Daniel knew the idea of a treat would distract the boy and the smile he received confirmed his thoughts. Daniel spotted a pastry vendor located off to the side of all the frantic activity. They purchased an oversized cinnamon bun to share, a coke for Jeremy and coffee for Daniel. There were some small tables arranged for people to sit and enjoy refreshments. Jeremy quickly situated himself so his back was to the wall, but he could look out and watch the activity. Daniel wondered if the boy had deliberately seated himself for his back to be to the wall or if it was a coincidence; he decided not to ask. While they nibbled at the treat, Jeremy continued to look around. Daniel noticed that now, the fear and apprehension seemed to have disappeared, replaced by simple curiosity. "Hey, kiddo, are you going to help me eat this sweet roll or stare at the world?" At first, Jeremy didn't hear Daniel. When he realized Daniel was talking to him, he turned and smiled as he pulled off almost half the roll and pushed all of it into his mouth at one time. Jeremy returned to watching the people; Daniel laughed to himself. Soon, Daniel heard the announcement that the flight he was waiting on had landed. As they walked into the waiting area, Jeremy reached over and took Daniel's hand. "How are they going to know it's us that's waitin' for 'em?" Jeremy asked. "Look at the shirts we're wearing. I doubt there will be anyone else here wearing a shirt with 'New Horizons' printed on it. They'll be coming through that door right over there so we'll stand here so they can spot us." Jeremy just shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch the people. Daniel made eye contact with a gentleman that appeared to be traveling with a boy about Jeremy's size. The man appeared to be of average height and build, maybe in his mid to late thirties. As they approached Daniel, the man smiled and the boy assessed both Daniel and Jeremy. "Daniel Thompson? Colin Smythe." The men shook hands. "Nice to meet you. This is my son, Nigel." "Da-ad, you promised," Nigel protested. "Oh, sorry; I forgot." Colin turned to Daniel. "My son thinks his name should be something else. He wanted 'Duke' but I explained to him that we are not royalty and he isn't John Wayne. We settled on 'Nige'." "Well, Nige, it's nice to meet you," Daniel said to a now blushing twelve year old. "This is Jeremy." The two boys nodded and mouthed a 'hi' to one another. "Shall we collect your luggage and be on our way?" Daniel suggested, "We have a few other boys to gather up before heading for home." "Where are the other boys, if I may ask?" "Every couple of weeks we bring a few boys up here to serve lunch to the residents of the senior center associated with the hospital. The boys have fun and the seniors really seem to enjoy it. Also, the hospital is one of our sponsors and provides excellent medical care for the boys." "Would they be the Cherubs I've heard so much about?" Colin asked. "Well, all the boys make up the Cherubs. We just call them that when they go with us for special occasions. Of course, they have their own outfits people like to see them in and they represent us well. All of the boys seem to have a good time with it. There's nine of them at the hospital with Mark and Kevin, now. I should warn you that by the time we get there, they should be finished entertaining the seniors and will most likely be famished. We'll stop to eat on the way out of town." "I don't think Nigel and I will have any problem with that ourselves." Before he finished his statement, Colin saw the frustrated look aimed his way by his son. "Sorry, Nige and I won't have any problem." He then looked at his son and added, "Better?" The men continued to make small talk while they retrieved the luggage and headed for the oversized van Daniel used to transport the boys. Once in the van, they continued the business side of their conversation. "Colin, during our telephone conversations you mentioned you wanted to do a story or stories about New Horizons and the boys. Can you give me some idea how you plan on approaching the stories?" "Well, first, I need to contact someone here locally. Normally, when we travel for stories there's two of us; myself and a photographer. In this case though we've contacted an affiliate and arranged to have a photographer assigned to us on request. You've told me, and I've heard from other sources, that the boys are allowed to run free. We don't want to do anything that might make them self conscious or uncomfortable around us. Any pictures we take will be with the boys dressed or only of the upper part of their bodies. The person I need to contact first is an Elizabeth Risler. I believe you know her?" "She's one of our strongest supporters, Elizabeth and her station that is, and she has spoken highly of you. I know this should have to go without saying, but just to be sure we are on the same page, we prefer there not be any pictures taken of the boys or interviews without the boys' consent." "Agreed. No, please understand that we will show the boys the highest level of consideration. We are not here to do any kind of an expose except on the current process and standards for the enslavement of the children, its effects on the children, and your fight against current policies. Of course, the first boys I really need to interview, with your permission and with one of your people present if you like, are the two British boys. I think that after doing a story on them and letting the people back home know they are well, what I would really like to do is talk with several of the boys. The story would be a summary of their collective experiences and feelings without focusing on just one boy." "I anticipated that you would want to see the two boys shortly after your arrival. They're back home and I have already spoken with them. They'll talk to you and we'll have to see at that time if they want someone to sit with them. I've also spoken to all the boys and some have already volunteered to share their experiences with you. Feel free to move around and speak with anyone, we'll do our best to accommodate you." "Daniel, my hope is that with these stories we do can help win more support for your program. Back home, we don't have a very high opinion of anyone that would abuse, much less enslave, a boy. There's one more thing I wanted to mention. I understand that you have the boy that was acquired and then became the plaintiff in your lawsuit. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk with him." Daniel looked in the rear view mirror and caught the expression on Jeremy's face. "As I said, so long as the boys are willing to talk, we have no objection. I'll have to talk with the boy and let you know his answer." "I understand." Colin paused a moment, "While I'm talking about that boy, if it can be arranged, I'd like to speak to his guardians, too. I understand the guardian is the attorney that filed the suit for you and I'm hoping he can give us more insight into the current legal and political climate." The men rode on in relative silence with comments made only about the passing scenery until they reached the hospital. Before they exited the van, Daniel pulled out his cell phone and punched the code for Elizabeth's office. When Elizabeth was on the phone, he handed it to Colin; then he and Jeremy left the van. Jeremy gave Daniel a quizzical look. Daniel held his hands out in a 'what?' gesture. "You didn't tell him who I was." "No, I didn't. Of course, you do realize that back home it will be almost impossible for him to not discover who you are. However, as I said this morning and repeated a few minutes ago, the choice to talk with him is yours. If you decide it's okay to talk with him you can tell me and I'll let him know who you are, or you can tell him." "If I talk to him, will you stay with me?" Daniel nodded and put his arm around the boy's shoulders **** "Oh, Gaahhhddd, if I died this very minute I'd go knowin' I'd spent the afternoon with two angels in heaven." Grandpa was breathing heavily, almost gasping from the pleasures TJ and Evan had given him. The boys enjoyed playing with Grandpa and were thrilled to hear his whimpers and moans as they suckled his nipples and teased every part of his body. TJ was on his knees between the old man's legs deep throating their favorite senior citizen. Evan straddled Grandpa's stomach and was working over the nipples with his mouth and fingers. Occasionally, Evan reached up and made sure he thrust his tongue in and out of Grandpa's ears for variety. Grandpa whimpered and felt youthful, if only for a short while. "Evan, you need to turn around and straddle me, son. It's time for Grandpa to eat." Evan did as he was asked. As he turned he reached up and released the Velcro cuffs restraining Grandpa's arms. Straddling his chest, Evan made sure he spread his legs wide so they were to the outside of the man's shoulders. He then lowered himself, stopping only when he felt himself in the palm of the man's hands. Grandpa took a deep breath, savoring the fresh muskiness of boy. After a couple of breaths, he then pulled Evan down and pushed his tongue into the most protected of sensitive spots. "AAAAAHHHHH . . .Ooohhh, Grandpa . .fuck . . yeah . . uuuunnngggghhh . . yeeeaahh" Evan squealed his delight. He was both shocked and pleased at the fabulous waves of pleasure Grandpa sent through him and couldn't help but squeal. Unfortunately for Evan, more than the man and two boys heard him. Hearing his lover and knowing he was too loud, TJ immediately came off Grandpa's pole and, grasping the back of Evan's neck, pulled his lover to him. TJ gagged Evan with a passionate kiss and a hard tongue pushed into the boy's mouth. Evan calmed to the whimpering of a wet puppy, making sounds that both TJ and Grandpa cherished as Grandpa continued to please one of his favorite boys. While TJ kissed his lover and Grandpa ministered to the boy's most sensitive spot, TJ ministered to Grandpa's most sensitive spot. It was a contest as to who derived the most pleasure. Deftly, TJ reached for the lubricating plug and slipped it into Grandpa. When he felt Grandpa's sphincter tighten on the plug, TJ twisted the ring releasing the lube and pulled. Discarding the plug, TJ then inserted two fingers to spread the lube and prepare for his entry. The lube on his fingers was used to lube the youthful pole that would soon ram into the experienced orifice. TJ had to release the hold on his lover's neck, causing Evan to whimper. Evan's thoughts were distracted as Grandpa pushed his thumbs into Evan's love chute and opened him wide. An experienced tongue again had the boy crying out his pleasure. TJ placed the man's legs on his shoulders, guided the tip of his ramming tool to its target and with one sudden and hard lunge, impaled the senior citizen below him. Grandpa could only moan and rotate his hips as he gasped into Evan's love chute. Three bodies caught up in lustful heat. Two young and energetic, one old and pleased to relive another moment of his youth. All three panted and sweated. Sounds of flesh against flesh, moans of erotic desire and sexual bliss filled the room. An old man slurped greedily at flesh that was youthful and had barely touched the spring of its life; simultaneously exploring the natural love canal and massaging the boy's magic spot. A boy on his knees pushed with all his might while he pulled on the hips of a man in the fall of his life, trying to satisfy both of their yearnings and lust. When one reached the moment of ultimate satisfaction, it signaled the other two to let go of all restraints and enjoy their orgasmic highs. As they experienced the sexual release all three voiced their pleasures and gave no mind to who could hear them. Spent and exhausted, they collapsed into a pile on the bed; saved from falling by the rails which remained up. TJ opened his eyes to see the nurse standing beside the bed, and was shocked. The nurse smiled and helped the boys out of the bed. Grandpa looked at the nurse and they exchanged smiles. After they cleaned up and dressed, Grandpa's nurse advised them that Daniel had returned. Grandpa asked if he had the boy with him and on hearing he did, asked if he could see him. TJ and Evan understood what Grandpa was talking about and offered to relay the message to Daniel. Grandpa asked the boys to be very discreet as he didn't want the boy to feel he was being put on a spot. As TJ and Evan left the room they were greeted by the other boys standing in a group, talking with Nige. The other boys looked at TJ and Evan with a smile or snicker on their faces. TJ and Evan were confused. "Mr. Dan'l," TJ stepped up to Daniel and spoke quietly, "Grandpa says he'd like to meet Jeremy if it's okay." "Jeremy, there's an older gentleman in that room that would like to meet you, but it's up to you. He's a very nice man and I think you'll like him." Jeremy looked at the boys and then back to Daniel. "Can someone go with me? Maybe Sean?" TJ and Evan escorted both boys to Grandpa. The boys let Jeremy set the pace and didn't try to push him forward too quickly. This was the first time he had been away from the camp and meeting strangers and they understood his fears. Jeremy walked slowly towards Grandpa and stopped about four feet away. Grandpa smiled and had a twinkle in his eye as he watched the boy approach. "Jeremy, it's nice to meet you." The expression on Jeremy's face immediately changed from uncertainty to quizzical. The other boys saw the change, but didn't understand. Grandpa was one of their favorite people. Grandpa rested his forearms on his legs and held his hands out, palms up. "Can you come a little closer? I don't bite; promise." Jeremy stepped forward slowly, still with the puzzled look on his face and tilted his head from one side to the other. Something was familiar. Jeremy stood between Grandpa's legs and turned sideways. Grandpa rubbed the boy's back slowly and said something to him the others couldn't hear. Soon, Grandpa turned the boy so Jeremy's back was to the older man. Jeremy felt a finger touch each side of his head, just ever so slightly. He then felt a finger at the edge of his ears. The fingers began to trace the outline of his ears and a thumb was just to either side of the center of his neck. The thumbs moved in opposing circles. Jeremy looked at Sean with a look of surprise, if not shock. Sean didn't realize what had happened immediately, but then remembered his conversation with Jeremy a few days earlier. Sean guessed, and smiled at his friend. Jeremy suddenly moved away from Grandpa and turned; a tear ran down his cheek. With one big step, he lunged to Grandpa and wrapped his arms around the man's neck and lay his head on a shoulder. The other boys looked on, puzzled but happy for Jeremy as they watched Grandpa wrap his arms around the boy and rub his back. "You're okay now, boy," Grandpa whispered for only the two of them. "There's only good things ahead for you." **** Riding to the restaurant, the boys were kept busy answering questions and listening to Nige. The boys liked to hear his English accent. Nige kept telling them how hot and sexy they looked as Cherubs and how it was such a shame they had to put on other clothes. He thought they should go everywhere as Cherubs. Nige was also full of questions about the camp and the other boys and was particularly pleased about being able to run free all the time. Colin had told Nige he could be naked all the time, but no boy is going to believe an adult about such important things; another boy needed to confirm it. After being cautioned about not eating too much and ruining their supper at the risk of getting Mr. Barry and Mr. Bob upset, Daniel, Mark and Colin sat at one table and allowed the boys to find their own space. While talking, Daniel could hear some of what the boys said. 'Uuuunnnnggghhh . . .yeah' came through the giggles and laughter. "Oooohhhh Graaandpaaa . ." followed by more laughter. Daniel turned to see several of the boys almost doubled over laughing while they pointed at a very blushing TJ and Evan. The razzing from the other boys continued. Daniel looked at Colin and Mark, who seemed to be trying to avoid laughing; but he still blushed, and said, "I don't think I even want to ask." End Ch Seventy To Be Continued: comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com