Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 20:20:15 GMT From: doctord Subject: Football Orphan part 1 The Football Orphan Part 1 by Doctor D The following story may contain graphic descriptions of male/male sex, including characters which could be under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, or it is illegal for you to read or possess such material in your area, stop reading now and go somewhere else. If you choose to continue reading, you do so at your own risk. You have been warned! Ok everybody, now that the all that legal stuff is out of the way, it's time for fun. This is my first erotic story, so I'd appreciate lots of good feedback so I know that I'm doing a good job. Constructive criticism is good too. This story is entirely based in fiction, and any relation to actual events is purely accidental. ************************************** Perhaps I should introduce myself first. My name is Arthur, but I go by the name Arty. I'm twelve years old, and live in an orphanage. Now for the necessary description. I'm a little short for my age, about 4'5'' or so. I have short brown hair, brown eyes and a beautiful body. Or so I think. Being only twelve, I'm still mostly hairless except for a few little fuzzes around my cock. I had only just learned about jacking off, which I did almost every night in my bed. And of course, I'm circumcised. My parents died in a car crash when I was 6, and with no other relatives to take me, I was stuck in an orphanage. I hated that orphanage, the staff was mean, the other children even worse, the food sucked, and it just in general sucked. Fortunately, when I turned twelve just a few weeks ago, an angel came to save me from this place. His name was Mr. Robinson. Mr. Robinson ran what can only be described as a progressive-orphanage. It was more like camp than any orphanage I had been in. Mr Robinson ran an orphanage that placed more emphasis on character, civility and any future live the orphan might have. Don't get me wrong, they do this in other orphanages too, but Mr. Robinson and his staff were more concerned about this. For one thing, Mr. Robinson required all his orphans to play football on his "team." He used the football team as a way of both recreation and learning. That's how he really taught us to be responsible for our own lives, was through football. He was by no means an expert, nor was anyone at the orphanage pro material, but we all enjoyed football nonetheless. His "experiment" worked too, because all of Mr. Robinson's orphans ended up doing something responsible when they became adults. None of them were in jail, or had ever been, and some were even doctors and lawyers. When Mr. Robinson found me, I was living in a run-down, dirty, and old orphanage. The people who ran the orphanage didn't care much about the orphans, so we usually had to scramble for food when it was served because there was never enough for each person. As for schoolwork; if we went to school, it was usually a dismal failure. We spent most of our time playing games, the most popular of which was football. I really enjoyed playing football, and for me it was the only escape from the dismal life that I had been forced into when I died. Mr. Robinson's orphanage was like an oasis in the desert to parched traveler. He had about two dozen boys living in it at one time. The orphanage was based in a large farm house way out in the country. Behind the farm house was a large field we used for practicing. How Mr. Robinson had gotten the farm house, I'll never knew. But I loved that house, and everything in it. I shared a room with three other boys in the third floor. Everyone had a similar room, and we all shared one big bathroom. Mr. Robinson and his helpers each had their own room and bathroom. There were only three helpers for Mr. Robinson, assistant coaches you might call them. Their names were Tom, Frank, and George, or as we called them Big Tommy, Franky, and Georgy. Mr. Robinson was always Mr. Robinson, or on some occasions, Coach. Mr. Robinson was like a stern father figure to us all, providing guidance and advice. Big Tommy, Franky and Georgy were like big older brothers, and they helped us with our schoolwork, housework, and practice skills. Housework; that's how Mr. Robinson was able to have his orphanage. Everyone helped in some way with the housework. We took turns cooking, mopping, doing laundry, and other chores. I grumbled about this at first, but learned that all this housework was part of the atmosphere that made up Mr. Robinson's orphanage. When I first arrived at the farm house, none of the boys were around. Mr. Robinson explained that they were all at school, and some of them would stay late sports, or other school clubs. I would meet most of the boys when they came back from school. School, he explained, came before everything; football, chores, free time. I wasn't used to going to school everyday, but I would soon find my own niche in the little world which Mr. Robinson had created. He also told me how he ran his orphanage, where everyone would work equally, so that we all could live peacefully. After his little talk, Mr. Robinson took me on a tour of the farm house. It was a pretty typical house, albeit it had a larger number of bedrooms than normal. He showed me where my room would be and where the bathroom and showers were. He also showed me the basement, where all the fun stuff was. In the basement was a TV room, with videos to watch too. Also in the basement was a small weight room, a wrestling ring, and the lockers were we would all store our gear. Mr. Robinson explained that his mission was to raise good children, who would be physically fit, intelligent, and moral people. Everyone of his boys was in good shape, and they all spent many hours playing games, wrestling, and generally staying in decent physical condition. The amount of TV you watched related to how well you did in practice. He showed me where a sheet was taped on the wall showing how many hours of television a boy had each week, and where they would sign up for those hours. Mr. Robinson explained that it was a self-policing place, if you watched more television than you were allowed to, one of the bigger boys would stop you. This was all very different from the orphanages I had been in. We'd never exercised or worked out, excepting for sometimes playing sports, or fighting. And the closest thing we had to a TV was a tiny little black and white ancient television that got like 2 channels. "I'll let you explore for a little while, get used to your surroundings," Mr Robinson told me, "But be back at my office around 4pm. At 5:30 we have dinner, and i'll introduce you to all the boys." And with that Mr. Robinson went upstairs to his office. I wandered about the farm house and the fields for a little while. I met Big Tommy, and Georgy, and they told me about how much work I would be doing. If I ever had any questions about anything, I could come see any of them, or Franky. Franky, they told me, went to pick up the boys from school in the orphanage bus, and he would meet me later. Big Tommy went for a walk with me, and told me how he had once been at this orphanage. He told me how confusing it was at first, and how very different it had been from all the orphanages he had been in. At exactly 4pm, his watch beeped, and Tommy escorted me to Mr. Robinson's office. In Mr. Robinson's office, Tommy and Mr. Robinson measured me for clothes and other things. Then he brought me a box of clothes that I could wear, seeing as how the clothes I had from my previous orphanage were very threadbare. All this took over an hour, and when we were done, Mr. Robinson led be down to the dining room. As we entered the dining room, a hush fell over all the boys. "Boys, I'd like you to meet Arthur. He'll be joining us from now on. He's staying in the room with Victor, Kealu, and Horatio. I want you to welcome him to our home, and make him feel a part of our family." All the boys clapped, and one boy got up from his table and walked over to greet me. He stuck his hand out and said, "Hi. My name is Horatio. Since we'll be staying in the same room, I guess I should introduce you to the boys." Horatio looked to be about my age. He was taller than me, about 4'8'' or so. He had medium-length black hair. His complexion was rather tan, and I knew that he had to have some European blood in his ancestry, perhaps Hungary, or Czechoslovakia. I looked him up and down and noticed that he had a fine down on his arms and legs, so I surmised that he was a little farther along on in development than I was. Horatio took me by the arm and led me to his table, introducing me to each of the boys that surrounded me. It appeared that there were boys of many ages here, from 11 all the way to 17 years old. There were so many names that I couldn't remember them all. After dinner, Horatio led me up to where our room was. He showed me where I would be sleeping and where I could put my things. "Each of us has two drawers, and one section of the closet to store our clothes in. Any of your sports stuff should go downstairs in your locker," he told me. "Have you gotten a tour yet?" "Yes. Mr. Robinson and Tommy showed me around earlier," I replied. "That's good," Horatio said. The door behind us opened, and two boys entered who I later learned were Victor and Kealu. Kealu was Hawaiian and showed his lineage very quite overtly. He was about 4'10'', with dark black hair and a very tan body. He looked like he spent a lot of time outdoors perfecting his tan. I would later learn that his tan continued all over his body. Victor was the youngest in the orphanage at eleven years old. He was short like me, about 4'4'' or so, and had dirty blond hair. As the youngest, he would prove to be the least developed of all the boys in the house. Victor and Kealu introduced themselves, and fell on their beds to begin their homework. I was sort of astonished that they would do this, because at my old orphanage no one had ever done any homework, if they even bothered going to school. Horatio must have seen my astonishment, because he said, "Here at the Farm, we all do our work, or else we can't play. Playing football is something we all love, which you must to or you wouldn't be here. Since you haven't been to school yet, you don't have any work to do. You can help me with mine," Horatio said with a grin. I knew he wasn't being serious, and so I laughed. Later that night, around 10pm or so, all the boys came back to their rooms and began to get ready for bed. Victor and Kealu came back first, and began to remove their clothes in preparation for bed. They didn't seem embarressed and I didn't feel embarressed because we had all grown up in orphanages were privacy wasn't an issue. I laid on my bed and watched Victor and Kealu take their clothes off. Victor was naked first, and he turned around to look at me, and I got a nice long look at his goodies. Victor, being the youngest, obviously hadn't really started puberty yet. His body was completely hairless. His dick was quite small and looked to be about an inch and a half soft. Kealu, on the other hand, was quite large. Although he was older, he was also mostly hairless. Like me, he had light dusting of hairs around the base of his cock. His cock was about 2 and half inches soft, and dangled down around his legs. They both grabbed their towels and ran our of the room, down the hall to where the showers were. I could see other boys, similarly nude, also walking down the hall to the showers. Some seemed to be in different stages of development. A few were hairy as bears, with thick sprouts of hair all over their bodies. Others seemed less hairy, and only had major concentrations of hair around their armpits, and dicks. Horatio entered the room, removing his shirt as he came in. He seemed surprised to see me still sitting on my bed, fully clothes. He pushed me a little, and said jokingly, "Ain't you going to get cleaned up?" He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants and underwear exposing his body to me. Horatio was about 2 inches soft, and had a small dusting of hairs around the base of his penis. This small dusting continued over most of his body, where he had hairs on his legs and arms too. I stood up and began to remove my clothing. When Horatio was completely naked, he sat down on his bed, and seemed to be waiting for me. "Hurry up or all the hot water will be gone. With 25 boys all taking a shower at the same time, the hot water doesn't last long," Horatio said. I finished removing all my clothing, grabbed my towel and followed Horatio to the shower room. There, we waited until some other boys had finished and began to shower next to each other. "Don't forget to get everywhere on your body," Horatio said playfully. "Yeah, clean everything," another boy said, turning towards me and waving his semi-hard dick in my direction. I laughed and turned towards the wall so I could hide my rapidly expanding boner. After I had showered, I returned with Horatio to our room. He dried himself off and threw his towel over a bar on his bed. I did likewise and we both got into bed. Victor turned the lights off, and so ended my first day. I sat in my bed thinking about all that had happened. I could picture Horatio, Victor, Kealu and some of the other boys in the shower room. I saw their beautiful naked bodies in my mind. I focused on Horatio, and without thinking reached down and began to jack off. My hand felt it's way down my smooth chest, playing with each of my nipples. I circled my left one, playing and pushing at it until it was hard. Then I moved to my right nipple, twisting it between my fingers until it was all hard and pointy. My hand moved lower, tracing the contours over my smooth chest, down over my hard stomach, and coming down into the few hairs I had around my dick. I played a little with my pubes until finally I grabbed the base of my penis. I ran my hand up it's length, and rolled the head between my fingers. I moved my hand back down to the shaft and began to jerk off. I ran my thumb over the head, and my other hand reached down and began to roll my smooth testicles between my fingers. As I felt my orgasm rising, I began to jerk off faster and faster. I felt myself rising to a plateau of pleasure, moving closer and closer to the crest. I was there! Ooooooooooo, I moaned a little, as the wave of pleasure came crashing over me. Bright lights seemed to explode in my eyes, and I felt as though I had left the planet and moved to another dimension. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of pleasureable times when my parents had still been alive. I had been to into my masterbation to realize how much noise I had been making. The bed had been creaking, and I hadn't noticed Horatio in the bunk bed above me secretly watching me jack off. I was asleep by the time the bed began to creak again, as Horatio thought about what had just happened. ***************************************** So ends the first part of The Football Orphan. There's more to come, so please keep checking back and reading the rest of the story. I'll probably post another part of the series every week or so. Please give me some feedback, because this is my first story ever, so I want to know where I can improve. Give me some ideas too, and I may incorporate them into the story somehow. By the way, I know this story is really unrealistic and probably portrays a orphan system in the USA that isn't real. I would hope that real orphanages are much better than I describe them as, so don't take anything in this story to be factually accurate. But anyways, if you want a good movie about orphanages, see "The Cider House Rules." Really good movie, and I suggest you check it out. Please e-mail me at DoctorD@subdimension.com and let me know what you think about my story. Copyright 2002 by Doctor D. The author retains the copyright to this story, and has granted The Nifty Archives the right to post this story. Please don't post this story on other sites without the author's permission.