Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2007 06:57:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Geoff Maguire Subject: Letters to an old freind #5 We provide the usual disclosure here: This series is intended for adults only. If you are under age 18 (or below the legal age for viewing adult material wherever you are) please leave now. This series of imaginary letters includes depictions of underage persons of both gender (and combinations thereof) engaging in sexual behavior of various kinds. It also depicts what may be considered physical and sexual abuse directed against young persons. If this offends you or is illegal to read in fictional form where you are you may also wish to pass on this series. Although in some respects inspired by real events described in the media, this story and all the characters in it are fictional. Any similarity to real persons living or dead is completely unintentional and coincidental. For web surfers with a fact checking detective bent, be aware that a number of settings including the various schools, the town of Nottingham Connecticut and various public agencies are also fictional. Readers with more prurient interests should also be aware that the FTP newsgroups mentioned in the series "alt.fan.nubileboys" or "alt.snuffem" also does not exist to the best of the author's knowledge. One more time with feeling: To those whose mother tongue is not English, Police officers cruising the internet pretending to be children, or sad individuals inclined to try and live out fantasy, "fiction" means: It's just a story! I made it up in my head. There now; hopefully we can all just relax and read. Comments on this and other work are welcome at justa.writer@yahoo.com. Please be advised that email with attachments cannot be accepted and will be deleted without opening. Letters to an old friend #5. November 22, 2006 Clarence Washington V Inmate # 787655 Federal Correction Facility Danbury CT Dear Clarence, I guess after my last letter you must have been freaking out because I said I had decided to give you up. Well I didn't because things changed. Just when I thought the people who were supposed to be "protecting" me couldn't get any weirder, they did. The day started nice enough. I woke up with Raymond draped around me. His smooth bony little body seemed to fit perfectly with mine. We lay in the soft light before the morning wake up and just cuddled. After the previous evening's awesome bum sex marathon, I figured my skinny little buddy's hiney would be sore. I asked how his hole felt and he just giggled. I scooted down and lifted his legs to check it out. It was as pretty and pink and ever and it was tightly closed. He said: "Are you going to poke me again?" I thought about it for a sec but actually my dick was kinda sore. I looked up between his legs at his smiling face. I also noticed his little pink pole sticking up straight and proud so I said; "Nah but here's a little treat for you. I slipped in and put my wet tongue all over that nice little seam I love so much. He sighed a little. I just kept working the tip of my tongue up and all over his loose pink sac taking each ball in for a gentle suck and tickle. Then up to the shaft of his penis and over its head. I was in no hurry. I took him in and gave him a long loving wet slippery blow job until I finally heard him whimper, felt him shake all over, and tasted that little bit of sourness that was all his young balls could produce.. I slipped up beside him and we cuddled for a few minutes. It was nice moment but all too soon the intercom came on telling us to rise and shine. We crawled out of bed and into the shower giving each other a nice warm scrub. We dressed in fresh sweats and gave each other a hug. He left for his Monday morning counseling and I went to my meeting with the ferret face. When I got there things kind of went crash. As I Walked into Madelyn's office, I saw Cheney was there; sitting with a cup of coffee and a big smirk on his face. Madelyn started: "Ahem Kristofer^Å..it seems you have acting out inappropriately with a younger boy^Å" I said: wadda ya mean? Cheney jumped and said: Don't play dumb freckles; we have the goods on you. You are no longer a victim^Åyou're a predator^Å. With that he shoved a DVD into Madelyn's computer and a video came on. The opening scene showed a boys bear bottom sliding up and down on another boy's creamy greased penis. It was Ray and me. The video went on and on recording our love making in complete detail. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. What had been gentle loving private fun between two good friends was all of a sudden being turned into something ugly. They planted cameras and made us into a kid porn video (except when you're a cop you get to call your porn collection "evidence.") Cheney got in my face and said: "Listen boy^Åthis is how it's going to go down.. Your gonna be arrested^Åfor raping the little Polack and then your gonna give your Homo nigger boyfriends up." I felt my face get bright red^Åmy mind was going a mile a minute^Å.Rape? I thought..How can a 13 year old boy rape a 12 year old? What we did was something we both wanted. How can these bastards make my private lovemaking something dirty and wrong? I thought about being arrested and how scared I had been in the police station. Then I remembered something else. I looked Cheney right in the eye^ÅI had never hated anyone so much in my life. As calmly as I could I said: "If I am under arrest then I know you can't talk to me without my parents present. I want to call my Dad and I want a lawyer^Å. And just so you know, I'm telling what you did to me the other day^Å.you know when you took my pants down and tried to stick yourself in my bum!" Madelyn looked like she had swallowed a bird. Cheney flew into a rage. Grabbing me by the neck of my shirt he lifted me out of my chair and jammed me against the wall. My feet were not touching the floor and I could see the USMC tattoo bulging red white and blue on his forearm. Immediately beneath it was tattooed "Lillian 1976 "in blue script. His face was beet red and I could smell the stale cigarettes on his breath. He got right in my face and said in an evil voice: "You little fuck^ÅI'll break you like a twig ^Åyou hear me. And he started to squeeze my throat. Madelyn Finally said: "Cliff put him down! He looked back and forth for a minute and dropped me. After a long silence with the only sound being Cheney breathing like a race horse, Madelyn finally said something Madelyn looked shook up and said: "Kris I think we are all a little excited. You can go. Please wait in your cel^ÅI mean room." I lifted myself up and got the hell out of there. As I was closing the door, I heard Cheney say: "You know he's lying right?" I went back to my room and slammed the door. The lights were turned off and the room was dark. Stripping off my clothes I ran to the shower, turned on the water as hot as I could stand and scrubbed. The smell of Cheney's sweat and cheap cologne on me was making me sick. When I came out of the shower I just threw myself down on the bed still wet and naked. I looked over at Raymond's bed wondering when he would be back. I needed a hug^Åbad. It was then that I realized that his mattress had been stripped and rolled up and the few things they allowed us to have were gone from his cubby. The only thing left was that little tub of cold cream. They had taken him away. I turned on my side curling up into a ball. I was too miserable to even cry. I just laid there in the dark. The lunch announcement came and went. I pretended to be asleep. Around 130, the lights went on in the room and the intercom came on. The voice of Nurse Carol 29 came on and said sharply: "Wake up Kristofer^Åand put on some cloths on!!!! Report to conference room 3^ÅYou have a visitor. I got up and stretched and it occurred to me..How did she know I was naked? I suddenly realized they were watching me even now. My first instinct was to cover my private parts but then I thought the hell with them. I wondered where the cameras were. I figured the mirror had to hide one of them I turned faced it and said: "Is this what you want to see you Pervs^Å.here.. And with that I did 5 naked jumping jacks my dick flopping up and down like a fool. Disgusted, I got dressed. I was sure this was it. Cheney and his goons from the "Child protection squad" were here to arrest me and take me to Juvenile Hall. My blood was cold as walked to conference room 3. Hesitating outside the door I took a deep breath and walked in. To my surprise, Cheney was not there. Sitting at the head of the table was man who looked about 50 or so. He had bushy hair and big square brown glasses and was dressed in a blue striped suit. He wasn't wearing a lot of jewelry or anything but his were the kind that a rich guy wears. He stood and said Hi, are you Kristofer? as he offered me his hand. We shook. His hand was firm and warm but he didn't try to squeeze your hand off like some grownups do. He sat down and said: "Kristofer, my name is Miles O'Malley. I'm an attorney and your parents feel like you might need my help. "I said, Uhh do you charge a lot cause my parents aren't rich" He smiled and said: "That's been taken care of Kris^Å.Do you mind if I call you Kris?" I said: "Heck yeah" then I thought for another minute and said: "Did my parents tell that I'm a homo?" He smiled this sort of sad smile and said: "They told me you have had some sexual experience with boys and maybe men too. They said that's why you're here and why you might need my help" Do you think you're a homo Kris"? I don't know what it was about the way he just asked me that, calm like he didn't care either way just opened the flood gates. I looked into his eyes and said "I think I must be^Å.be..be because^Å." And then the tears just came and came. I told him everything, about you, about TC about Raymond and all strange stuff the people at the home had done with me. About how I was afraid I was going to jail..Even about some of the stuff I did with girls and how those made me feel. I talked for over an hour and a half and he just listened. I couldn't remember a grownup just listening to me for that long without correcting me or saying something. Finally I said: "I guess when it comes to doing sex I can get turned on by a girl or a boy, but when I love somebody^Å. ya know^Å with my heart^Å it's usually another boy." He sat quietly for a few minutes and then said "Kris, would you like me to be your lawyer?" I looked him and said: "Yes please" He put his hand on mine and said: "Ok Kris I'll represent you. He handed me his card. You go get some rest now and I'll be in touch. If anyone tries to question you tell them to see me." I got up to and as I was opening the door he looked up and said" "By the way Kris^Å..I'm a homo too." I went back to my room stripped nude, threw myself down on the bed and slept straight through till the next morning. When I woke up the next morning I felt like a big weight had been lifted off my shoulders. My dick was hard like it usually is in the morning so I had a nice long jerk off. As my sperm sprayed all over my belly I looked over where the camera was hidden and said "Good Morning Carol 29.. See everything you wanted see?" Things changed a lot after this..I'll say more in my next letter. You're Friend Kristofer