Date: Wed, 02 May 2012 19:28:59 -0600 From: michaelpete@hushmail.com Subject: Where There's a Will III Dear readers: Please consider supporting Nifty with donations as that is how they are able to continue their great work. Ten bucks is fine though more is a lot better. Be advised that in the following one will find graphic sexual depiction between minors and minors and adults. The story is fiction but based mostly though not entirely on real characters, events, places and situations. There is no relationship between the names used and that of any real person. Send comments to michaelpete@hushmail.com. Michael Peterson CHAPTER III LONELINESS All the way home, I alternately cursed the bastards who'd hurt William so badly and wished I could be at his side holding his hand, though I had no doubt that would have been immediately reported to the police. I called Kevin to be sure he was home and drove out. "Christ," he muttered after I'd told him what had happened. "Lucky they didn't kill the kid. No indication who did it or why?" "None." "And you've no idea where he's been staying?" ` "No. I didn't probe. My only thought was to get him to a hospital." "You sure no one wrote down your license plate when you left?" "I didn't see anyone and I was looking best I could driving out of the parking lot but, no, I don't think so." "Sounds like you did the right thing, then. They're gonna stick him in a home, you know." "Yeah, I know but he won't stay. He'll be gone first chance he gets." "And head back to your house?" "Probably." "And you'd like that." "Yes. I just don't know how to make it work. There's no way in this country and I have no idea how to get him into another." "Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll stick him in a place he likes." "He's been a street kid too long to be kept inside someplace. He'll go." "Then what makes you think he'll stay with you?" That was a good question. If I was able to get him out of the country to someplace less oppressive then he split from there, possibly to come back up here, what would I do? How would I feel? Would it come back on me? Kevin chuckled. "Just hope he doesn't come back, or, move somewhere else." The next morning, I approached my boss again about working a few days a week at home. "For Pete's sake, Harry, how many days a week are we talking about?" "Three, four. Almost everything I do here can be done at home, and probably better." "Let's try two, okay?" "Bob, c'mon, let's try three and if that works well, four." "You're overpaid, you know?" I smiled. "That's a management point of view." "So, I'm not going to see you tomorrow," he grumbled. "No, tomorrow's Saturday." I spent the weekend in the house in case William appeared. It was boring, sad, and no William. Considering his injuries, it was possible he wouldn't be very mobile for several days, maybe longer. Monday, I spent the morning at the office and went home midday claiming a terrible headache. It was more of a heartache. I had totally fallen for the boy. Concentration on other subjects was very difficult. At home, I did force myself to work on a project I'd failed to get going in the morning. Within half an hour, I was fully into it. William was out of my mind, a new ultra efficient ice cream production line was in and stayed there until my stomach began seeking attention around seven thirty. Then, it was back to fretting over William. Those few minutes when I was cradling his head on my arm and kissing him on the forehead was where I wanted to be. As soon as I'd microwaved some leftovers, I sat the meal in front of my computer, planning to look up `coyotes', the men who took illegal immigrants from Central America and Mexico into the U.S. Common sense settled into my brain and I played a computer card game. Tuesday evening, I went to an internet caf and looked up a subject I didn't want any watchers to see me having an interest in. The term for a two footed `coyote' was explained on a number of websites. Of interest was that their information was passed from person to person along with their reputation as being straight or abusive. One thing stood out. They were expensive for the Latin and Asian immigrants who used them. Chinese paid around sixty thousand dollars a head, Mexicans two thousand five. Could or would these coyotes be willing to do a reverse human smuggling, from the US to Guatemala or further south? Since their reputation was available in the Latin American community, I'd have to find a way to tap that source. I called Kevin to see if he could stop by my house the following evening. He did. "The only Latins I know are legal, well, I think they are. You really are getting serious about this, aren't you?" More than I'd realized at first. The idea of escaping this concentration camp for boy lovers was increasingly appealing. "Yes. Well, we'll see. I need to learn more. And, if I decide to do it, I need to learn Spanish." "If your boy comes back, you won't have time. Why don't you just move or go on vacation for a month or two. I know you're in love with this kid but he can only bring you some very big problems, probably the penitentiary kind. You're no good to anyone locked up for twenty years." We went back to our favorite Friday's restaurant. Kevin bought a newspaper from the stand outside and, as we chewed on our barbecued ribs, looked through the real estate section. "Why not rent a place for a year and see how you feel then. In the meantime, you can study Spanish in case you decide to split. I'm gonna hate to eat here alone if you go." We were, as a matter of fact, best friends. This had to come up. "I know I'm being unfair to you in all this but I'm getting to hate this life, hate this country. You know they locked up some guy in Indiana or someplace for stuff he wrote in a notebook in his bedroom, nasty stuff but thoughts he'd never even begun to act on?" "You told me about it last month and it happened several years ago. No, you're right. I'm just jealous. What're you gonna do for money if you go?" "House and investments, I'm worth about seven hundred thousand dollars. That's fifteen hundred, maybe two thousand a month, more than enough to live comfortably in Central America. And, I can do work via the internet. If my boss accepts and I take a sizeable pay cut, that's at least another two grand a month. I'd be fine. But, I'd really like to have William with me." "You think he won't wanna come home after a week of not being able to communicate with anybody?" "What else am I gonna do? I can't have him with me here. Maybe this thing'll fall on its face but I really want to try." "Don't forget the Protect Act. You have a problem there with a local and they'll haul you back in chains. Seventeen years seems to be par for that. Of course, they catch you with William and it'll be kidnapping. That can be capital. What if he demands to come back, they catch him and he tells them about you?" "He's already taken a terrible beating without giving up my address." "I know, and that's why you love him. Please think about this, long and hard." Friday came without William. Either he was more seriously hurt than I realized or he'd found the place they put him in pleasant enough to stay. I'd worked out of my house from Monday midday through Thursday accomplishing more than I thought I could. The lack of distractions worked wonders. My part of the ice cream production project was complete. It would have taken at least a couple more days had I worked on it at the office. William was on my mind but there was a certain amount of resignation to the idea I'd never see him again and the same degree of relief that there'd be no nasty repercussions. The thoughts regarding a move out of the country, however, were still present and hardening. Monday, I used the Yellow Pages to seek a Spanish course that would meet my needs. Scheduling was no problem since I was now working out of my home four days a week. I chose two to check out and settled on a woman who gave one hour lessons four times a week. The teacher was Columbian and very professional. I began the following morning at nine. An hour later, I could greet, ask names, the time, where to find a bathroom or an airport and do so intelligibly, or so declared my teacher. She suggested I watch some Latin language television, particularly news programs where the speakers did so clearly and with correct grammar. Univisi n was on cable. I didn't understand a word. At the conclusion of my Friday lesson, I felt good enough to go to a Mexican restaurant with Kevin and see if I could order a meal. The waiter spoke less Spanish than I even though he looked Latin enough. A Latino family came in and sat near us. They had two sons about six and eight, both with jet black hair and gorgeous dark eyes. "I'm going to like Latin America," I told Kevin. "Have you looked at your personal worth, in money I mean? Maybe you could go along too." "Harry, I hate this place as much as you but I'm not ready for such a dramatic cultural change. Anyhow, I don't think I have that much saved up." "You don't think? You don't know?" "More or less." "How long have you been with the city, twenty, twentyfive years?" "Twenty-nine." "For Christ's sake! You could probably retire with a very nice pension, especially if you lived in Latin America." "Forget it. I'm not going anywhere, especially with people who hate Americans and shoot each other for fun. You realize that most of the good stuff we have here like English language TV and radio isn't there. And I'll bet there aren't any Friday's down there either." "That's not for sure. They've got everybody else: McDonald's, Burger King, Pizza Hut, you name it. They probably have Friday's or something like it." "Sorry, not interested. I thought about it `cause of you but I don't want to visit much less live there." July was hot, August worse. The air conditioning stopped working the second Friday night of the month so I opened all the windows on the second floor imagining it must have been like that in the tropics all year around. I slept fine. I didn't call the repair man in the morning. Anyhow, he would have charged me overtime. It was time to get used to the heat. With my Spanish improving weekly, I felt more and more secure with my plans to leave the country. Would I have boys in a Latin American situation? What I read on the internet wasn't very promising. Good old Kevin did come up with a Costa Rican boy lover he'd met in a chat group. Using Hushmail, they discussed availabilities. If one, he explained, was willing to live in a Latin country, was fluent in the local language, and very patient, yes, relationships were there to be had. He put a minimum of six months in a place before one should try anything beyond a platonic friendship with a boy. Prior to William's arrival, I'd been celibate for over twenty years. Six months didn't sound overly taxing. Actually, the platonic relationships were a heck of a lot better than what I'd had during those twenty years and would never be a problem. A few minutes of sex wasn't worth all the hassles that could follow. As part of my Spanish lessons, my teacher had me going to a Latino restaurant run by Salvadorans. There, most if not all of the Central American customers did speak their original language. When they realized what my plans were, the Salvadorans suggested I go live in their country and offered contacts there. Guatemalans did the same as did one Honduran man. It got to a point that I was greeted and treated well by all the regulars. The cooks prepared me special meals, some of which I had to struggle to smile through. I never was a bean lover. During the first week of August, I broached the subject of coyotes with a Salvadoran restaurant patron whom I thought might have been illegal. "You got a girlfrien' down there?" he asked with a sly grin. At least he thought I was heterosexual. Obviously, I hadn't given up on the possibility that William would return. I actually thought it inevitable. Out of that first discussion and two subsecuent increasingly informative talks, he admitted to knowing a couple of men who helped people get into the states and agreed to connect me with one. The man I then met wasn't really a coyote but an arranger of sorts. Apparently, they still thought I was trying to bring a girl friend in, not get anyone out. When my intentions became clearer, though with no mention that the individual to be moved was a minor boy, Israel the arranger thought it would be fairly easy but why not just get the person a passport. In his question, I sensed the suspicion that this was someone with police problems. When I mentioned that it might be someone underage, he waxed thoughtful for a few moments then agreed it would be possible but very expensive. He didn't ask why or seem any less eager to do whatever was requested, probably figuring I could, would bear whatever price was requested. Then, on Tuesday, August thirtieth, as I lay in bed fighting the need to get up, there was a light knocking on my kitchen door window. William was back. Filled with mixed, extremely mixed emotions, I opened the door. He was relatively clean. His clothes, and body, seemed intact. His long hair was gone, replaced by a round mass of inch plus long brush. He must have sensed my inner confusion because the smile on his face faded faster than a subliminal commercial. Worry took its place. Sensing his disappointment, I reached out for him and pulled him to me, my inner conflicts instantly resolved. I hugged him, caressed his back and shoulders, and dripped tears onto his bushy hair. I pushed him back and looked into his face. "God, am I glad to see you." He seemed tongue tied for a moment then held his hand up to my face and proclaimed, "Mah han's okay. See?" It did look fine. I led him into the living room with my arm around his shoulder. "Come on in here and tell me what happened. Where have you been?" "Mis'sippi an' Texas ah thank," he answered as we sat. "Mississippi? Did you tell them where you were from?" "Nyuh uh. They said they knowed `cuz a how ah tawked. That place ah was in down theah had a pitcher a me on the internet an' all an' the cops they seen it." "And Texas?" "Ah thank tha's wheah ah wuz. They made me go theah in this othuh home. Kin ah stay heah fo' a wahl?" "Of course you can, as long as you want, well, God, I don't know. You know." "Ah gotta stay `way frum the winduhs." "It's more complicated than that but we'll figure something out." My mind was going over endless possibilities of how to keep this boy with me for as long as he'd stay. There was an enormous array of potential problems, dangers, disasters awaiting the both of us if I messed this up, made one poorly thought out move. I think I shivered at the spectre of the incredibly precarious position I was putting myself in. Was this one humongous mistake? Asking him if he was hungry was probably a foolish question. He hadn't eaten for over a day. I made some scrambled eggs with ham, cheese and toast. It seemed certain that after years of little to eat, his stomach wouldn't have much capacity so I didn't prepare very much. I watched him shovel it in and gulp it down then chug-a-lug a glass of milk. "Want more?" He smiled and shook his head. We went back to the sofa. "So, tell me what happened, where'd they put you in Mississippi, and Texas? And how in the world did you get back here?" "Jes this home wheah ah wuz befo' when ah was little an' this othuh home for bigguh boys." "So, how'd you get back here?" He snuggled into my side. He let me pull him into my lap. His face turned toward my chest. "I jes walked, an', you know." Nothing more came out. Within minutes, he was breathing heavily. I figured he might not have had a good night's sleep in a long time. Years before the man who'd spoken to me about street children had told me about their capacity for very deep sleep. He'd said that when they first came off the streets, some of them could sleep soundly for the better part of a day. I carried William up to the guest bedroom then changed my mind. It probably wouldn't have been good for him to wake up alone. I immediately recognized a certain amount of self interest in the thought but took him into my bedroom anyway. He was only wearing a shirt, pants and shoes so I put him naked into my bed. I was surprised he wasn't dirtier. There was a difficult to identify foul odor on him. It wasn't strong but it was universal. His clothes, along with some of mine, went into the washing machine. I sat on the side of the bed staring at him. His hair, universally about two inches long, had a couple of nits in it and there was a slight ring of dirt around his neck with more behind and in his ear, probably not worse than a lot of poor kids his age. Still, I wondered how he could walk in public without someone calling a cop to see who he was unless, of course, he only moved around at night. But, then, where did he hide during the day, and how did he eat? I had a lot of questions for the next day. I normally slept in the nude but decided that underwear was more appropriate. I pulled him close and enjoyed the warmth of a boy for the second time since nineteen eightytwo. I didn't sleep very much. My mind wouldn't let me. After going over all kinds of generally ridiculous scenarios for us to remain together, I concluded that I'd somehow have to get him out of the country. There would now have to be a more substantive discussion with Israel, the human smuggling arranger William didn't wake up until late afternoon. He'd been asleep for over twenty hours. My plan to be there when he came to had been defeated midmorning by raw hunger. I was working at my computer when he walked into my den stark naked with a boy's morning hard on leading the way. I held out my arms and he again let me pull him onto my lap. I hugged him gently and, for the first time, he hugged me back. When I kissed him on the side of the head, he stretched up and kissed my cheek. "You need a bath really bad. Wanna shower before you eat?" I asked. "Nyuh uh. We kin do that aftuh." He looked up at me expectantly. "Ah kin make pancakes if you want." "Let's do it together. You wanna get dressed?" I'd earlier taken our clothes out of the washing machine and tossed them into the dryer. "Nyuh uh. Ah'm okay lahk this." It was in the nineties outside and eighties in. I still hadn't had the air conditioning repaired. My new computer was water cooled otherwise it probably wouldn't have worked very well. I imagined boys in the tropics wandering around nearly as bare as he. Leaning over him in the bathroom to wash our hands, I had to ask, "William you stink. What did you sleep in or.? He sniffed his arm, thought about it, sniffed once more then answered, "Mebbe it wuz this stream wheah ah washed. It smelled real bad." The moment he mentioned it, I recognized the odor as polluted water, He was going to have spend some time in a hot shower to get rid of it, but later. His interest that moment was pancakes. I had pancake mix that just needed water but he said he could make it better and gave me a list of ingredients which, fortunately, were common items found in my cabinets. We did use my Aunt Jemima syrup. His hot cakes were quite good, thick but fluffy and light, just not very round. He made them oblong to fit three in the frying pan. Four filled him up. Another glass of milk washed it all down. I managed just three. He insisted on washing the dishes, bowl, frying pan and utensils. I watched from behind, well, watched his behind. Like the rest of him, it was lightly covered by a film of dirt." I suggested that it was shower time and he agreed, happily allowing me to wash him twice top to bottom. His hair required a comb and some moderately painful pulling but it eventually lay flat against his head. The soap turned a strange grey as I scrubbed his neck, front and back then ran in delightful rivulets down his body, between his ass cheeks and over his groin. He produced an immediate erection the moment I touched his penis. He leaned into me and said softly, "Blow me aftuh, okay?" "Okay, but later." Strangely enough, I wasn't all that horny. I say that to avoid a flat out lie. Washing his slim, well formed little body definitely turned me on but I'd decided the night before to make sure he understood that sex was not a requirement for my love. I was fully agreeable, if wistfully, to forego the physical if he only allowed it to gratify me. Really! But, as I was drying him, his peter still pointing straight out, he put his arms around my neck and again said, "Blow me. Ah'll do yo's." He rubbed his hand against my fly then tried to unzip it. I stood, lifting him with me, gladly prepared to take his bloated organ into my mouth and suggested insincerely, "You don't have to do me. Let's go into the bedroom." Halfway to my bed, he found the metal zipper and pulled it down. By the time I lay him on the sheets, he was struggling to get his hand inside. "Take off yo' clothes," he said as he got his hand around my organ. By then, the horns were up. As I unbuttoned my shirt, my eyes, on some kind of unconscious control, scanned his sweet slim body, with its little chest muscles and that perfectly formed pair of grooves leading around the small bulge that was his belly on down to his treasure. He held onto my cock as I opened my pants but lost it when I bent over to take them off. The moment I stood back up, he leaned over, mouth open, and sucked in my cockhead. As I climbed onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kept me inside. I felt his tongue caressing my glans. I rolled onto my back. He crawled on top of me. His perineum was gorgeous, puffed out and smooth with that fine reddish line that marks the joining of both sides of the human body. He pushed himself downward to get his dick over my mouth then dipped it in and out a few times like an Oreo into a glass of milk. I didn't have to do anything but close up. He continued pumped slowly in and out, moving his hips slightly side to side. The warmth of his lips went down nearly to my pubic hairs then back up, down, up. His hands cupped my balls, pulling them up to meet his lips each time he took me in. Paradise! I felt his muscles hardening. He pushed all the way in and stayed there. It seemed he was about to cum but he was just holding back the end. He moved faster on mine, sucking harder, one hand massaging my hairy perineum. He wanted me to go first and, shortly, I did. As my cock bloated for the climax, William pulled himself down and took in almost all of me. The head of my cock must have been inside his throat. I shook as sperm shot out of my dick into his gullet. I think he swallowed because there was a tightening of flesh over my cockhead that set off another eruption, then another. Still holding onto my balls, he moved his body back, pushing his cock full into my mouth. He kept mine in his but put his concentration below. Once again, he rocked side to side as he slowly pushed in and pulled out of my mouth. It only took about a half dozen times. He tensed, his buns hardened in my hands. He rolled his hips into my face twice then pushed in firmly, mashing my lips. He bounced with the first few throbs and bit down on my cock. I reached quickly for his head but he loosened up enough that it was kind of nice. I caressed his still damp hair rather than pull him off. It was at that point that I realized that the smell of polluted stream was gone, replaced by a slight scent of Dial soap. We lay like that for a few minutes. He was breathing heavily. He tried to say something with my cock still in his mouth." I answered, "Hmmm?" with his still in mine. He opened up and asked, "Good?" "Fahntahstic," I answered best as I could with my mouth full. After running up and down his shaft a couple of times, I sucked in his succulent little pea balls, hugged him tightly and rolled us over side by side. "C'mere." He let go of my dick and crawled around to lie beside be, face to face. I kissed him on the forehead. He returned it on the cheek, close to my mouth. "So, tell me the story, from when I left you off in front of the hospital to when you knocked on my door last night." He lay back and fingered his balls with one hand and the hair on my head with the other. After a few moments of thought, he began. "The nurse wan'ed me ta tell `er yo' name but ah sed ah din't know it, you know, lahk you sed, an' you jes' got me off'n the street an' carried me ta the hospital. Then they asted me whut happened an' all an' ah said whut ya'll said that sum big boys wuz beatin' on me. Then they took pitchers a mah bones, ya know, a mah han' an' mah ribs. Then they fixed mah han' an' that hurt real bad an' they put a cast on it. They give me a couple needles, one in the ass that hurt bad an' a pill an' stuff an' said they wuz fo' mah ribs hurtin' an' tha's all `cuz they said they weren' nothin' they could do mo' that mah ribs wuz gonna be okay but ah jes' hadda don' do nothin' lahk hahd an' ah din' `cuz e'rythang ah did wuz hurtin'. "Then they made me tawk to the cops that wuz theah but ah sed whut you sed that sum big kids beat me up `cause they thought ah had money which ah din't. They wan'ed ta know wheah mah fam'ly wuz but ah sed whut you sed that mah mama jus' lef' me an' ah wuz livin' on the street. Then they wan'ed ta know how ah got money ta eat an' ah said beggin' an' othah stuff an' people give me food. Ah hadda tell `em ah wuz frum Mis'sippi `cause they knowed `cuz a how ah tawk. Then this cop wan'ed ta know how cum ah had twenny dollahs in mah sock an' ah said ah foun' it a couple days befo' lahk you said ah wuz s'posed to an' he din' b'lieve me but ah kep' sayin' it an' they made me stay at the hospital so they wuz gonna know if'n ah wuz okay inside, lahk you said mebbe theah wuz blood inside. They wan'ed ta see mah pee an' shit but ah din't do shit `til anothuh day so ah wuz at the hospital two days." I noticed he was pronouncing hospital correctly while he hadn't that night when I took him there. "Then, this woman, she cum an' carr'ed me off to a home full a nigguhs so ah knowed ah wuz in fo' it but the cops cum an' sed that ah run away frum the home wheah ah wuz li'l back in Mis'sippi. But ah still hadda stay with them nigguhs `bout five mo' days `cuz they hadda git sumbody go wif me on the aeahplane but the niggahs din't do nothin' ta me `cause ah wuz hurt an' all. Anyways, they wuz nahs `cept one but they wun't let `im do nothin'. "The aehplane rahd wuz neat, `special when it went up `n' cum dayon an' we done it twahs. This lady frum the home, she cum an' carr'ed me in a cah all the way fo' a couple `owahs back ta the home. Ah only knowed sum a the kids lahk Ahsack an' this one man worked theah cuttin' grass an' fixin' stuff. Weren't no nigguhs, jes' waht kids lahk befo'. "Wait a minute," I interrupted. "How old were you when you left the home the first time?" "'Bout seven, mebbe eight. Ah don' know." "Didn't you go to school there?" "Nyuh uh. They made us go ta this school dayon the road. E'rybody hadda go on this bus they had wif all the winduhs wif cuhtains `cept in front so we cun't see all the evil outsahd. Tha's whut they said. But then they sed ah wuz only six so they wuz gonna wait o' sumthin' lahk that but they din't sen' me on that bus no mo'. This one lady sed she wuz gonna teach me readin' but she nevah did." "Why did they say you were six if you were really seven or eight?" "Ah don' know. They jes' did. But ah wuz seven, mebbe eight, prolly seven." "How old are you now?" "Ah don' know, mebbe `leven, o' twelve. They nevah tole me." "Then maybe you were six, but, they still should've sent you to school." "Nyuh uh. This man worked theah, he tole me ah wuz seven `cuz he knowed when they fust had me theah wif the babies in t'othah house wheah they got the babies an' li'l kids." "Did you get in a lot of trouble there, when you were seven?" I was trying to figure out why a seven year old would run away from even a bad children's home. "Nyuh uh, not that much. Ah did git whupped but they wuz whuppin' e'rybody then but they ain' doin' that no mo' `cause the lawyuhs made `em stop. Tha's whut this one boy tole me." Though mesmerized by his story I stopped him briefly to suggest he put on some clothes after feeling his skin turn cool. He again turned them down explaining that he liked "bein' nekkid". I didn't object. I liked seeing him `nekkid' but suggested we both get dressed and have an early lunch. He could continue his story over food. He put on a shirt and headed down ahead of me. His story then and over the subsequent three days became convoluted, bouncing from the first time he ran away to when he got back to me this last time. And, his use of the English language needed some clarification, even translation. I've tried here to write down what he said phonetically as much as possible but a few words like `hurt' or `work', for instance, seemed too contorted to attempt. Some words he used may confuse you, like `alus' (always), but as you read you'll probably catch the meanings. I wish you could have heard him tell it. Some of his expressions were priceless. I did really love his speech with that delightful Southern drawl, the lilt and inflections, the sometimes intense though subtly expressed emotions. I've heard, as have many of you on TV, the movies and sometimes the real McCoy, a variety of southern United States accents, but I'd never heard one quite like my William's. Humans, like all animals, learn their speech and speech patterns very early in life from those closest to them, generally parents. Since William didn't have any, I assume what I was hearing was what his brain pulled from collective speech of the women who took care of him from a few months of age to four or five. Though he insisted all were white, some of his words carried what seemed to be a strain of southern black. Since he was never taught how to read or write, his grammar is probably partly what he put together himself to communicate what he wanted to say. In some ways, it's almost a creole. A serious linguist would probably have enjoyed piecing together how it all came to be as I was hearing it. When he told me his story, the timeline tended to bounce around causing me to stop him and ask when or where or about whom he was talking. Here, I've put his little epic in order and will occasionally jump in and tell you parts of it in my words. Well, here's his incredible story. William was either given up for adoption or abandoned shortly after birth and, for some reason, ended up in a rigidly fundamentalist Christian, all white including staff, children's home run by a husband and wife team who enforced a regimen of frequent prayers, church services and bible study. Nudity was strictly prohibited except when alone in the shower. Underwear could only be removed under a large, closed bathrobe. Boys wore farmer's overalls and T shirts, girls ankle length dresses. Boys and girls over five only saw each other at meals, in church and at a nearby Christian school. They were not allowed to communicate with one another except at meals and under supervision Sunday after church. On moving out of the baby house at six years of age, all were expected to do chores or help out several hours a day in the fields and animal pens on the home's farm that provided most of their food. A weekly truck from a town or city within driving range of the remote facility delivered beef, some dairy products and vegetables. The forty or so boys from six to seventeen lived four to a room in one of two large houses. Girls and those under six lived in other buildings. Separate structures housed a dining hall and kitchen, a chapel, staff quarters, and the pastor's home which also housed administration. There were a number of barns and livestock pens and animal housing structures. Although they did have a couple of tractors and some farm machinery, much of the field work was done by hand by the children and two farm hands living there. Education was at a private Christian school an hour or so away. Boys and girls were taken separately in a pair of busses with curtained over windows. I could be wrong, but based on what William told me of the information the children received regarding people of color, it might have been to keep them from seeing anything out the bus window that didn't fit with what they were told but more on that later. William's recollections of the home included constant references to the bible when being corrected. "They was alus sayin' ya cain't do sumthin''cuz the bahbul says so an' then they wuz sayin' words from the bahbul `bout sumbody done sumthin' an' they wuz smited an' if'n ah done sumthin' real bad mebbe the lawd wuz gonna smite me real bad." When I asked what the word smite meant, he answered, `Get whupped real, I mean real bad, mebbe dead." Unfortunately for William, not nearly as malleable a child as most in the home and, more problematic, sexually precocious with an equally horny best friend, Beadie, a year or two older, he lived in a very anti-sexual religious environment. Apparently the two boys had been separately playing with themselves on the sly from an early age. When they the subject eventually came up between them, mutual masturbation followed then rubbing bare bodies against one another, an act that produced considerable amounts of delightfully slippery sweat on hot, humid days. The latter, including dicks poked down between sweaty thighs, became a favorite activity. That was also what got them in trouble the first time. "We wuz up theah in the loft in the big bahn wheah they kep' all the hay. Ah got all nekkid `cept mah shirt which wuz up high lahk this," he indicated under his armpits, "an' wuz kahnda lahk rubbin' `im lahk ah wuz fuckin' `im in the belly hahd, ah mean real hard but nuffin' wuz hap'nin' so Beadie, he went an' put mah dick on dayon `tween `is legs, ya know, raht unner `is balls an' `e wuz squeezin' an' we wuz sweatin' sumthin terrbul so it wuz all slipp'ry dayon theah lahk one a us spit dayon theah an' ah'm fuckin' `im real, ah mean real hahd an, damn, ah got this feelin', best ah evah had in mah laf. Ah ain' nevuh gonna fo'git that. Well, he got up on top a me an' wuz doin' the same thang b'tween mah legs. Well, this boy cum inta the bahn wheah we wuz doin't it an' `e cum up inta the lof' real quaht an' we din't heah nothin' `cuz we wuz doin', ya know, real, ah mean real good sex, so we din't heah `im an' `e goes an' tells Miss Letty. She wuz the boss a owah house `cept when `er husban' wuz `roun' an' she took us both an' tole the rev'rund an' `e smite on us wif this stick `e got fo' whuppin's an' `e wuz sayin' `is han' wuz the han' a gawd on us an' he got ta preachin' shit outta the bahbul `bout seeds an' shit agin an' we hadda go ta the church an' pray the lawd weren't gonna sen' us straight on dayon ta hayel." The beatings were followed by daily sessions of listening to bible verses and going to the little church they had along side the main house. That dampened their desire to do anything sexual together for some time, maybe the better part of a year since Christmas came and went. William eventually did get back to playing with himself in the bathroom or the shower, the only two places where he could be alone, and, with spit on the toilet or soap in the shower, masturbate himself often, always to orgasm. Toilet and shower time was limited, probably to prevent just what William was up to which was often responsible for limited cleanliness and occasionally shit between his cheeks, the smell of which resulted in some boys furtively calling him names and staff members punishing him. No one, however, seemed to figure out why he hadn't wiped himself properly. William claimed that it was easier to "git off raht aftuh ah jes' shit". I asked how old he was when he first had an orgasm which he called `gittin mah feelin' or `gittin' off'. He said five or six but it is unlikely he had any idea. He also mentioned that they didn't know any sexual terms so made them up as their own secret code the main word of which was `do' which could mean anything sexual. One of the stranger aspects of Christmas at the home was the total lack of gift giving. The preacher told them about the practice but claimed it was against the bible, that they should just be thankful that God sent his son, a much better gift than some toy. They did have a fancy ham dinner with candied pineapple and apple pie but it was heavily interspersed with prayers and hymns. As I mentioned, school age children went off in gender segregated buses to a fundamentalist Christian institution. I suspect the curtains on the bus windows were to prevent any sightings of brown or black skinned people, particularly mixing with whites. `The rev'rund tole us how we wuz this chosen race which wuz meanin' waht people an' we wuz the onliest people gonna go ta heaven an' all them othas lahk the nigguhs wuz already mahked bah the devil. Niggas wuz already buhned an' had they haehs all buhnt an' that wuz wah it was all curled up an' they wuz otha's but they weren't buhnt all that bad but they had black haeh too `cuz the devil, he already done stahted getting `em ready to be wif him but we wuz waht `cus the lawd wuz pertectin' us an' weren't gonna let the devil buhn us none so we wuz piuah an' could git insahd heaven. If'n a body weren't waht, weren't no way `e wuz gittin' in heaven an' the lawd made waht people smartuh'n nigguhs an' we wuz alus bosses ovuh all people weren't waht." One of the many contradictions in William was his regular use of the word `nigger' and his apparent total lack of racism. There was some fear of those not like him but, as you'll see, over time even that seemed to disappear. I was amazed that his unthinking use of the work `nigger' didn't get him seriously hurt. Nonetheles, it was something I was going to have to discuss, explain, but not until he'd finished his tale. School for William only lasted a few days. As he told it, "The tohlet wuz `bout the only place ah could beat off at that school an' one day this woman wuz a teachuh theah cum an' wuz astin' how cum ah wuz so long on the tohlet an' whut wuz ah doin'. Well, ah said `nothin'' but she said she heard me doin' sumthin' an' when ah got back ta the home that naht the man got ta smitin' me agin an' hahd, ah mean real hahd an' ah din't go ta the school no mo'. This othuh woman said she wuz gonna teach me stuff but all she evah done wuz read out'n that bahbul an' that preachuh man wuz tawkin' shit `bout them seeds agin but ah din't unnerstan nothin'." Shortly after that, Beadie came to William and said he'd figured out something new to make them both feel great and knew where they could do it without getting caught. He led William back into the barn again and up to the hay loft but this time behind and under bales of hay they struggled over themselves. It not only hid them, but, I'd have to guess, acted as sound proofing as well. "Whut he done wuz suck on mah dick a little an' then ah hadda suck on his'n. Well, hit wuz really, ah mean really good `cept ah hadda do his'n `til he got off an' then he din't wanna do mine. So, next tahm, ah said he hadda do mine fust `til ah got off an' then ah wuz gonna do his'n. So `e done it an' it wuz really, ah mean really good. Ah wuz lyin' theah in the dahk `cuz we wuz unuh all that hay an' he wuz goin' up an' dayon on mah dick an' ah wuz feelin' bettuh an' bettuh but he kep' stoppin' an astin' wuz ah done yet so it took a long tahm but that jes' made it mo' bettuh. When ah did git off, shit, that wuz the best feelin' ah evah had in mah life, well, cept'n mebbe in the bahn befo'." I asked about the work he did. "The boys, us, we hadda do the fahmin' lahk gittin' out the weeds wheah they wuz growin' in the vegatals an' lahk that an' c'lect the eggs frum the chickens an' feed `em an' the pigs an' git the pig shit ta this big hole wheah they put the garbage an' othuh stuff whut wuz gonna git put on sum a the vegatals an' cohn so they wuz gonna grow fastuh." Girls apparently did the sweeping and cleaning out of the chicken house and all the garbage collection but never at the same time the boys were working the same area. "We weren't nevuh s'posed ta tawk ta none a the girls cept'n when we wuz eatin' an' roun' the church. A boy could git hisself whupped sumthin' terrbul if'n he did. Ah know `cuz Beadie, `e wuz tawkin ta this one girl `bout lettin' `im see unduh that long dress they wuz all wearin' an' he got whupped so bad he hadda stan' when `e et that day." Another problem they seemed to have was the self righteousness of the children of their house parents. "This one boy, Benjamin, he wuz Mis Letty's kid, he wuz alus lookin' ta say we done sumthin' bad lahk when Carly this one day wen' ta the shar an' his bafrobe cum open an' mebbe sumbody could see `is dick an' Benjamin tole his mama an' Carly hadda wash all the winduhs agin an' they wuz jes' washed a couple days befo' an' it weren't Carly's fault `cuz `e wuz jes' trahin' ta git `is towel whut falled onta the flo' an' `e din' have no belt on `is bafrobe an' it jes' cum open but tha's the way Benjamin wuz." Beadie and William found another safe place for their sex under a broken, partially overturned hay wagon at the side of an outbuilding on the farm. Old lumber and another piece of discarded farm machinery blocked the view from outsdide. Entry was through a small opening against the outbuilding wall. They'd get together there after work several days a week and suck each other to fruition. Whenever they were asked where they'd been, Beadie would say they'd been praying that "Jesus wuz gonna watch ovah us so's we wuz gonna go ta heaven o' sumthin' lahk that. Beadie wuz smaht. He even done it wif me couple tams bah this fence, ya know, prayin', wheah they could see us so they wuz gonna b'lieve that wuz whut we wuz doin' but we wuz really suckin' each `n' othah. They wuz stupid people." If it sounds like I'm concentrating on William's sexual proclivities over other facets of his life at the home, it would be a lie to say it didn't interest me more but it also reflects William's desire to tell that part of his life there, reflects his obsession with sex. Apparently, that was an interest of others there as well. The preacher had a son named Isaac, a blond haired stocky boy about twelve or thirteen at the time, whom William described as nasty toward the other children, especially him and Beadie. William remembered that Isaac's monthly haircut took longer and left him with a very flat top rather than the rounded head hugging machine cut all the other boys received. One rainy day, seconds after they'd raced to the barn and had climbed into the loft but before they'd started to arrange their hideout, they heard someone else enter the barn, then close and latch the door. Afraid of being caught and beaten, they tried to hide but noticed that the person below was walking casually, not like someone looking to trap them. By the time they'd inched to the edge of the loft to look down, there was Isaac in an empty horse stall masturbating his still damp dog. "Then Ahsack wuz puttin' his pants all the way dayon an' takin' `em off an' makin' the dawg lick `im all ovuh his dick an' `is balls. Then he got ta beatin' off wif all that dog spit on `is dick an' the dawg wuz actin' lahk he wan'ed ta fuck an' Ahzack goes an' gits dayon on `is hans an' `is knees an' the dawg, he gits up on `im behin' an' `e wuz fuckin' `im raht up `is ass, ah mean hahd an' fas' an' Ahsack is beatin' off hahd an' fas' an' doin' it an' doin' it an' then `e stops an' jumps up quick so the dawg cain't fuck `im no mo' an' he's holdin' `is dick an' the dawg's all whinin' lahk they do `cuz he wans ta keep on fuckin' but Ahsack, `e knocks him off an' cleans hisself wif toh'let papuh an' he puts on this big ole raincoat he had an' goes out the bahn wif that dawg still trahin' ta git up on `is leg. "Well, me an' Beadie, we gits ta tawkin' `bout if we gonna tell his mama `bout whut we seed `im doin' but Beadie says `is mama wuz gonna ast wah wuz we in the bahn an' Ahzack, he jes' gonna say we wuz lahin' an' we gonna git whupped. Anyways we wanna watch `im agin' `cuz it was real funny so we's watchin' Ahsack `roun tha same tahm nex' day an' he don't cum outta `is house an' then it wuz too late fo' us to do whut we wan'ed so, nex' day, Beadie says fo'git Ahsack an' we wen' on up an' done whut we wuz doin' but nex' tahm when we seen Ahsack, Beadie stahts ta laughin' an' me too an' Ahsack gits mad an' says whut we laughin' `bout but Beadie says we wuz jes' jokin' wif each'n othuh an' Ahsack, he goes off. During this time, William, around the farm all day since he wasn't attending school, was assigned to tend the pigs and chickens. Naturally, he observed them screwing each other, `fohnacatin' was the word he used possibly to distinguish it from what he and Beadie had been doing. One day during school hours with no adults around, he tried fucking a chicken. After a bit of trial and error, "Ah cun't fahn the damn hole wif all them feathuhs", it worked, allowing him to reach orgasm. He told Beadie about it but Beadie only had access to the chickens when others were around. So, William tied his favorite chicken under the old discarded hay wagon. That evening, Beadie made an attempt at fowl fucking but found it very difficult in the confined space. "Ah hadda hold onta that chicken `cuz we wuz layin' dayon theah an' Beadie kep' comin' out an' then `e hadda terrbul tahm gittin' his dick back in wif all them feathuhs but he done it an' then ah done it too. Ah don' thank the chicken lahked it much `cuz it wuz alus tryin' ta git away an' makin' noises but it cun't a hurt it none `cuz eggs cum outta that hole wuz a whole lot bigguh'n owah dicks. Ah wuz skeered sumbody wuz gonna heah it an' we wuz gonna git whupped agin' but nobody did. "Beadie wan'ed me to watch the eggs a the chicken we wuz fuckin' ta see if'n they tasted diffrunt but weren't no way `cuz boys cun't go inta the kitchen `cuz they wuz girls in theah. "Well, couple days latuh an' it wuz rainin', we seed Ahsack wif `is dawg an' Beadie says le's go quick inta the bahn an' git up in the loft but jes' when we's gonna climb up that ladduh, we heahed Ahsack cummin' in an' we git on the flo' behin' these boahds they got all piled up but not that hah an' Ahsack cums in wif `is dawg an' `e closes the doh an' put on the latch so it's a li'l bit dahk an' we's taht as we kin git behin' them boahds an' Ahzack goes on by an' ah'm real skeered `e's gonna see us `cuz ah could see `im real good but `e wen' on inta that stall an' `e din' see us but then we cun't see him. "Well, we kin heah `e's doin' sumthin' an' tawkin' ta his dawg an' sayin' he lahks it an' we gits up a li'l an' Beadie, he's crawlin' an' gittin' close ta that stall so ah'm gittin'behin `im an' then we wuz by them boahds on the stall an' we kin see b'tween `em but not all that good but ah kin see Ahsack settin' up so ah look unduh that boahd an' theah wuz the dawg lickin' Ahsack's dick an' it's bigguh `n' mines o' Beadie's an' Ahsack's pettin' the dawg on the hayed an' `is dick is real hahd an' he's puttin' the dawg's spit dayon inta `is ass an' rubbin' it all `roun' dayon theah an' on `is balls an' they's bigguh too an' then he goes an' turns aroun' an' puts his ass up wheah the dawg kin fuck `im an' ah hadda git up hah agin an' the dawg real quick gits raht up on `im an' gits ta fuckin' real fas' an' Ahsack, he's beatin' off an' theah's Beadie gittin' `is dick out an' beatin' off too an' ah ain' even hahd an' ah'm thankin' Ahsack's gonna heah sumthin' but `e's in theah beatin' off an' the dawg's fuckin' `im so mebbe he ain' but then Beadie's leanin' back an' he knocks ovuh this pitchfo'k they had theah an' ah knowed we wuz in big trouble. "Ahsack's sayin', `Who's that?' an' gittin' up an' he cums `roun' that stall all pissed an' `is dick stickin' out an' `is balls all wet wif' dawg spit an' Beadie's jes tryin' ta git `is pants up an' ah'm lookin' wheah ah kin run but ain' no wheah an' Ahsack put `is han's ovuh `is dick an' `e ain't sayin' nothin', jes' lookin' at us an' Beadie is sayin' we ain' gonna say nothin' an' me too an' Ahsack lookin' pissed, he says we bettuh not o' `e's gonna say it wuz us doin' stuff an' `is dawg is up on `im lahk `e wan's ta keep on fuckin' `im but `e caint `cuz Ahzack's standin' up, jes' lookin' at us an' thankin' an' ah'm skeered we gonna git whupp't bad, ah mean real bad, mebbe kilt. But then Ahzack says he ain't gonna say nothin' `bout us neithuh but one a us gots ta put owah moufs on `is privates. Ya see, back then, none a us knowed it wuz called a dick. Me an' Beadie said owah thang but the rev'rund an' all called owah dicks privates `cuz tha's whut they wuz alus tellin' us they wuz, private `cuz we wuz the onliest ones could see `em, cept a doctuh if'n he hadda. Well, Beadie's sayin no we ain' `cuz `is privates gots dawg spit all ovuh `em an' anyways, he wuz doin' mo`en us but Ahzack says who we thank `is fathuh gonna b'lieve an' he wuz gonna wipe off the dawg spit an' we hadda do it. Well, ah knowed one a us wuz gonna be suckin' on Ahzack's dick an' Beadie wuz gonna say me an' `e did. "Well, Ahzack, `e's still wantin' that dawg ta fuck `im same tahm ah gotta be suckin' on `is dick so he's leanin' ovuh an' holdin' onta the stall an' ah'm on mah knees up agin' that stall an' ah seed `is dick had li'l haehs on it an' it wuz big, `bout the sahz a mah han' raht now." He stretched out his hand for me to see. "So ah gits ta suckin' on Ahzack's dick an' ah kin feel the dawg's fuckin' `im an' makin' `is dick almos' cum outta mah mouf so ah gots ta hold on ta `is legs so's `is dick ain' cummin' outta mah mouf, jes' goin' in an' out an' Ahzack puts `is han' on mah head an' `e's pushin' an' sayin' I gotta go fastuh an' that dawg's gonna knock us all dayon `cuz he's fuckin' Ahzack so hahd an' Ahzack's bendin' ovuh mo' an' mah neck's all bent trying ta suck on `im wif his belly on top a me an' then `e pulls mah head real hahd on `im an' this stuff cum out'n `is dick an' it don' taste bad lahk piss so ah'm thankin' `e gots diff'rent piss'n us an' ah'm trahin' not ta swalluh so' ah kin spit it out but Ahzack, `e stan's up but he's holdin' mah head so ah cain't git off'n `is dick an' the dawg's still tryin' ta fuck `im so Ahzack tells Beadie `e's gotta let the dawg fuck `im but Beadie, `e's got `is pants up an' he's shakin' `is hayed no an' Ahzack's tryin' ta tell `im it feels good but Beadie's sayin' no an' wawkin' towahd the doh so Ahzack says okay he don' hafta but he's still keepin' `is dick in mah mouf an' mo' a that stuff cum out but jes' a li'l. Ah din't know nothin' `bout cum back then. Ah din't know nothin' `bout sex `ceptin whut me an' Beadie wuz doin' and whut the chickens an' the pigs done but ah din't know nothin' bout fuckin' an' babies." I remember at that point in the story my dick was slightly bloated and I couldn't figure out why. It made me feel a bit perverse being excited even a little by such a scene. It didn't seem to move William. Though his T shirt was over his groin, there was no sign of an erection. William then went on to tell me how he and Beadie then tried to avoid Isaac as much as possible, especially during those brief free times in the afternoons but how, on a Sunday afternoon, he cornered them and made demands. "E' wun't say wah but we hadda go wif `im on ovuh ta `is house o' `e wuz gonna tell `is daddy he seed us doin' sumthin' bad an' he wuz gonna b'lieve `im, not us. Well, we knowed that was raht so we wen' wif `im. "Now, ah nevuh been inside the rev'rund's house an' weren't nevuh s'posed to be goin' in theah so ah wuz skeered `is mama o' daddy wuz gonna be theah an' wuz gonna see us an' we wuz gonna be in trouble but Ahzack's sayin' they off sumwheah an' we wuz the onliest ones in theah an' `e wen inta `is bedroom an' it wuz real nahs but one sahd had this big blanket ovuh ah don' know whut but he hadda bunch a toys an' stuff an' this thang he said wuz fo' exercize o' sumthin' an' ah knowed we din' have nothin' lahk that `cuz the rev'rund an' all them wuz sayin' toys is stuff a the devil o' sumthin' lahk that an' ah'm thankin' how cum Ahzack got this devil stuff an' ain' nothin' happ'nin' ta him but if'n we got it the lawd wuz gonna be pissed an' then Ahzack's sayin' we cun't go sayin' nothin' bout nothin' whut we seed in `is room. Well, that wuz the fust tam ah wuz thankin' mebbe the rev'rund wuz mebbe lahin' `bout stuff. "Well, Ahzack had this bed wuz kahnda lahk owahs but purtieh, ya know one on top t'othuh but this'n had a rug on the flo' an' he had is own bafroom an' pitchers on the wall a dawgs an' Jesus. "So Ahzack's tellin' us we gotta take off all owah clothes, even owah socks an' we done it an' him too `til we wuz all nekkid an' we seed how fat `e wuz, not all that fat but a lot fattuh'n me o Beadie. Anyhow we wuz bof kahnda skinny, special Beadie `cuz he din't eat all that much. An' then ah'm thankin' heah we all is in the rev'rund's house all nekkid an' this is the son a the rev'rund in `is house but they gonna whup any a us in owah house we jes' don' have owah bafrobe closed up good. "Well, ah'm thankin' the dawg ain' in wheah we wuz so whut's Ahzack gonna wan' us ta be doin' an' then he says we don' gotta say nothin' ta nobody an' he's gonna be owah frien' an' we ain' gonna git no whuppin's if'n we do whut he says. "Well, then he din' say nothin', jes' lookin' at us an' owah dicks then he says we gotta git owah dicks hahd an' his'n's already hahd so we gits owah dicks hahd an' `e's lookin' at `em an' `he says ah gotta put mah mouf on Beadie's dick so Beadie, he's smahlin' but ah gits dayon on the flo' an' ah sucks on Beadie sum. Then Ahzack says fo' me ta stop an' `e's gittin' dayon lahk he did wif the dawg an' says fo' Beadie ta stick `is dick in `is ass back heah an' he's pointin' at it so Beadie's smahlin' at me agin an' `e goes ovuh an' gits on `is knees an' Ahzack says he's gotta put sum spit back theah so he spits in `is han' an' puts it on Ahzack's hole an' he sticks `is dick in theah an' gits ta fuckin' an' Ahzack is sayin' ta do it hahduh so he done an' it's makin' noise lahk `e's clappin' `is han's o' sumthin' then aftuh `e's doin it fo' a couple minutes, Ahzack wantin' `im ta stop an' says fo' me ta do it so ah done it too an' hit wuz nahs but ah weren't gonna git off `cuz wif that big ass a `is ah weren't goin' in `im fo' nothin', jes' a li'l but hit felt kahnda good but not lahk when it wuz tween Beadie's legs. "So, Ahzack says fo' Beadie ta do it agin an' he gits up an' is holdin' onta that bed a his an' bendin' ovuh an' Beadie goes an' sticks `is dick in agin an' Ahzack wan's me a put mah mouf on `is dick an' suck `im so ah done it an' it wuz jes' lahk befo' wif that big ole belly a `is on mah head an' me bendin' mah neck so's ah kin suck on' im an' this tahm hit's a long tahm an' Beadie's fuckin' 'im an' ah'm suckin' an' holdin' them fat legs a `is an' he ain't gittin off then Beadie stops fuckin' an' Ahzack's sayin' he gotta keep on doin' it but Beadie is sayin' he done got off an' `is privates is ticklin' an' he gots ta wait but Ahzack, he's gittin' pissed an' says he bettuh put it raht back in so Beadie done it but `e still ain' gittin' off so he jes' goes off an gits `is dawg an' the dawg fucks `im real good wif me still suckin' on `im but it's still is takin' a long tahm but then `e git's off an' puts that stuff in mah mouf an' ah knowed `e's lucky he stopped `cuz when a dawg gits off, `is dick gits all big insahd an' cain't cum out fo' a long tahm an' whut if'n Ahzack's mama wuz gonna catch `im lahk that an' ah wuz laffin' a li'l but Ahzack don' see it but ah tole Beadie latuh an' he wuz laffin too.." Isaac never bothered William again. William, however, thought a lot about Isaac's strange desires. "Fust, ah wuz thankin' Ahzack mebbe wuz bes' frien's wif `is dawg lahk me an' Beadie `cuz he din' have no frien's `cuz none a the kids lahkked `im fo' nothin' but then ah put soap on mah finguh in the shar an' put it up insahd mah ass an' it weren't all that bad so ah'm thankin' mebbe it jes' feels good, special when he's beatin' off but ah din't say nothin' `bout whut ah done ta Beadie `cuz mebbe he wuz gonna thank sumthin' bad. He said they wuz sumthin' wrong wif Ahzack is wah he wuz lettin' that dawg fuck `im. "T'othuh thang ah wuz thankin' `bout Ahzack wuz all that stuff `e had, toys an' all, an' how cum `e got a diff'rent hayehcut `an it wuz okay fo' him ta be nekkid an' do sex but if'n we wuz doin' it we wuz sinnin' an' ah wuz tawkin' ta Beadie but he wuz sayin' that it wuz `cuz `is daddy wuz a rev'rund an' `cuz rev'runds could tawk ta god an' wuz already almos' in heaven, so they could do stuff we cun't. Ah din't say nothin' an' ah din't wanna go thankin' all that much `cuz god kin know whut we thankin' but ah din't b'lieve all that much an' ah still don't but weren't nothin' ah could do but ah weren't all that skeered a god no mo' `bout doin' sex, still ain'." William and Beadie went back to fucking chickens but that didn't last. Isaac had inspired Beadie to open a new phase of sex with his friend. "Well, one day, Beadie ups an' says he's wantin' ta fuck me raht in mah backside, jes' says it. Well, ah said no raht off but he's sayin' it weren't gonna hurt none `cuz look how easy it wuz fo' Ahzack wif that big ole German Shepherd stickin' `im an' `e din' even feel `is dick is wah he hadda go an' git `is dawg agin but ah knowed it weren't gonna hurt none `cuz a puttin' maf finguh up theah an' ah knowed mah shit wuz a lot bigguh'n `is dick but ah knowed how Beadie wuz that he wuz gonna fuck me an' then go off an' ah weren't gonna git ta fuck him so ah said `e hadda lemme do it ta `im fust. Well, he din't lahk that no way so we fucked that chicken agin a couple tahms then one day he says okay, ah kin do it ta `im fust. "Lahk ah said, we din' know no sex words back then so we made up this word meant fucking, howdy `cuz fust we said ho' do for hole sex then we wuz messin' aroun' an' one a us said it sounded lahk howdy so that's whut we said when we wuz gonna fuck. "Well, ah alus usin' spit ta git insahd that chicken so ah done it too wif Beadie an', man, it wuz bettah'n that damn chicken any ole day, an' easiuh, too. Ah went raht on insahd `im. Din't hafta hold onta no damn chicken tryin' ta git offa me. So, ah fucked him real, ah mean real good an' hahd an' ah got off. Well, ole Beadie's laughin' an' says he kin feel me gittin' off an' he lets me stay theah lahk mebbe he lahks it so ah did it sum mo' but then he says ah gotta git off `im an' he's gonna do it. "Well, stupid Beadie don' put no spit on his dick an' it hurts an' he cain't git in so ah tole `im he hadda put spit on his dick an' he done it an' goes raht on insahd me lahk ah done ta him. An' then he's fuckin' me an' fuckin' me an' real quick ah kin feel he's gittin off but then he's fuckin' agin an' ah says he got off but he says ah wuz doin' it longer'n `im so ah let `im do it some mo'. Anyways, it din' feel all that bad so Beadie gits off twahs an' he le's me fuck `im agin an' that's all we done `til one day this man works theah, he's walkin' by an' Beadie's makin' noises lahk `unh unh' an' the man heered `im an' `e got dayon on the grayon an' looked unduh whea we wuz an' he seed Beadie fuckin' me an' he goes `roun' the end a that wagon an' knocks sum stuff away an' grabbed me bah the foot and wuz pullin' me on out frum unnuh that wagon an' ah ain't got no pants on. Beadie, he tried ta git his pants up an' git away out t'othah side but the man got me by the eeah an' he takes me aroun' ta wheah Beadie wuz cummin' out an' he got Beadie by the eeah an' he took us bof ta the house even me all nekkid `cept fo' mah shirt an' e'rybody's lookin' `cept the girls `cuz they turned aroun' quick `cep' a couple wuz lookin' back real quick. "Well, we got smited that naht worse `n they evah done it befo' an' me wif no pants so ah wuz even bleedin'. So the rev'rund is sayin' ah'm a bad seed an' he's gonna haf ta send me off wheah they kin git the devil outta me an' he tahd me up ta this chayuh an' ah gotta set theah all naht but he put a shirt ta covuh up mah dick an' all. Ah din' know whut they done ta po' Beadie'cuz they carr'ed him off sumwheah else. "Well, ah got mahself outta them ropes but the room wuz locked `cept the winduh so ah wen' out the winduh an' wen'ta the wagon ta see if'n mah pants an' mah shoes wuz still theah an' they wuz so ah put 'em on an' figguh'd ah hadda git mahself outta theah `cuz ah knowed they wuz gonna sen' me somewheah bad, ah mean real bad." What began there was a journey I doubt many boys, especially one so young, have ever experienced.