Jayson Outed
Chapter 21
by CARL DICKSON
Does your mother know you're reading this shit?
Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teen boys.
It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth. What it does contain is stroking material. If this kind of story turns you off, or offends you, please find something else.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and underage children.
If you are underage, or if this is illegal where you are, then please go away. If you're under 18, Adios come back when it is legal for you to read this smut.
If you lied about your age in order to access this story, remember this is our story. Life doesn't always work out like a story.
This story is copyrighted, ©2106 It is therefore illegal to copy or use any part of this story without my written
permission.
We left off last time with:
I am but an outsider myself. I am much more outside than the boys around the fire pit. I too wanted to know
what went on in Chris's bedroom. From the looks on the faces of the two younger of the trio, it must have been a
wallopalooza. The two boys grinned at everything the next day. They seemed to be in love with the world. Having been
in bed with Chris themselves everyone understood and had nothing but warmth in his heart for the two new boys in
Chris's, and they were sure, their lives.
Wednesday morning Chris called all of the boys together, including Brad and Jay. He told everybody to pack four pair of underwear. Four pair of socks, two
of the pair dark to go with their suits. He told them to pack Their suits, two dress shirts and ties along with six t-shirts and six pairs of longer legged shorts. For
the older boys he suggested slacks. He informed them that New Yorkers were not people into seeing anybody in shorts on their streets but in the hotel room
they my find a time or two that they would need to be dressed. He told them to pack dress shoes, sneakers, and flip flops as well as their personal toiletries. You may find interest in these stories by Carl Dickson:
He had Brad call his father and Jay his mother. He talked to both parents then told the boys to get a move on. At nine thirty sharp the longest stretch limousine
the boys had ever seen pulled into the driveway. It was a stretch HumVee. The boys were packed two to a suitcase. Ten suitcases were secured to the roof
mount rack and wrapped with a tarp. The boys found the inside of the Hummer to be more like a bus with seven rows of seats as well as a large bench across
the back and two smaller seats to the front of the seating area to either side of a large televison. Four drop down tv screens were hung from the roof. Each
bench seat was divided in two and reclined to a comfortable sitting space somewhat like a bus seat.
JB and Chris took the back seat as everyone was accounted for. Chris had ordered a driver this time. An extra man had come along to drive the van back too
the hellish grounds from which it had to have been spawned. The Hummer took the unevenness of the dirt road back to the gravel roadway into town with
ease. All were amazed at the ride. There was little difference as the large vehicle made the transition onto the paved roadway, its ride was very comfortable.
They all thought that it was going to ride like a military vehicle but the suspension had been reworked so it road like a limousine.
Chris had arranged for a piss stop about half way into the Megalopolis. They stopped at a truck stop at Kingston to let the boys out and stretch. He took the
opportunity to speak with the driver who just happened to own the Limo company as well as the HumVee. He learned that the vehicle, outfitted as she sat,
listed out around two hundred thousand dollars. Her main drawback was fuel consumption. This particular unit only got around five miles to the gallon on the
highway and less than three in the heavy city traffic. The boys were talking about all of the money they were making off of this piece of engineering garbage.
Chris had a thoughtful look on his face. Cas knew the Caddy was history. Chris smiled at him.
Getting back on to I-87 they continued on until they reached I-287 to cut back to the east across into Tarrytown on the Tappan Zee bridge. They stayed with
I-87 right down into Manhattan to take the Park Avenue exit up to Central Park East. The limo pulled to the front of the world famous hotel and Christopher
exclaimed that Chris owned the whole top floor. Chris corrected him when he told him that he owned an apartment on the top floor. Christopher really looked
dejected.
An entourage of bellboys were lined up waiting to take their luggage when a sharp, "Ahem!" Brought them all to attention. "Welcome home Mr. Dickson. It is
good to see you sir." Young Mark stood there. Chris had seen Mark in January. Chris was but a lad of sixteen when he first met Mark at a party of Charlie's.
He was in the company of Chris's dear friend and security chief, Carl Dickson and his young lover Andy Foss. What a weekend that had--See Andy Finds Daddy--Chris has met up with Mark and his boyfriend Jeff from time to time when he visits the. Chris met Jeff when he and Christopher came back last
winter. He was now the concierge. Chris had inquired of Mark only to be told that they were still together. He asked Mark if he and Jeff might drop in this
evening for a visit. He was assured that they would.
Getting everyone settled in was a nightmare. Chris had fifteen horny and rowdy teenagers on his hands and he needed a diversion, quick. A knock at the door
did little to distract as he tried to find new ways of pulling his hair out. At the door he saw JB in a lip lock with someone who had his arms entwined around
the old man's back. Mark stepped past them and managed to get the door shut before Chris was all over him. He found that he had a real affection for these two
even though we had not actually fucked but together had taken on the masses.
Jeff broke away from JB long enough for JB to grab Mark. Jeff and Chris hugged as they talked. Jeff was led to a sofa where the two of them sat him down.
Chris apologized for his hasty retreat in February. Christopher came swinging his huge naked cock into the room. He saw Jeff and walked up to say hello. He
remembered him and had hoped to get to see him last winter but we had to leave to go home. Jeff leered at the boy then he looked around the room at all the
teenage meat on display. "You doing all of this?"
"Daily." Chris smiled.
"Whew. God, I would be so dead. This is great. I was going to ask if you knew of a few boys for a party but you have your own party here."
"Wait! Don't say another word." He called all of the boys to come and sit down on the floor in front of him. JB, Jeff and Mark had now gotten naked also.
"Now, in detail, explain."
"Well there is this very rich boy lover. Chris he is in this hotel and he is on this floor but if everyone cooperates I think that we can protect all of you."
"No thinking. It has to be."
"Well Mr. Dickson and Mr. Foss are here.--See Andy Finds Daddy--They are running security for this party. I'm telling you that there have been some very big
pay outs made. I'm talking six, seven figures here. There are some big names coming in. The party will be on the floor below in the Royal Grand Ball Room.
Private elevators with special key cards only, you know the drill."
"I've only been a victim at one of those. I never had a key only a horny old man with deep deep pockets.."
"Chris, these pockets are so much deeper, those pockets you talk of are like coin purses." Chris lay his head back.
"Boys listen close. Do any of you know what Jeff is talking about?"
"He is talking about a boy lover's party like you used to go to when you were a teen, like us."
"And what does that make you think about?"
"That if we went to this party we would have old men pawing on us and trying to kiss us and wanting to suck us and maybe fuck us. They would have their
hands all over us and...." Cory turned his face away as tears began to form.
"You are totally safe in here with your family. Nobody has to go anywhere or do anything, period. Jeff is simply telling us what is happening."
"If some of us want to go and see, you know....."
"Cory has had men hang on his precious body. He knows what it is like to smell tobacco and alcohol on their normally filthy breath as they get in your face
and want to use your body for their own pleasure. He knows how dirty and disgusted it can make you feel."
"I also know how much fun it is to have their money in my pocket when I go back to my room."
"You used to do this sort of thing. It didn't hurt you." Christopher said.
"Didn't it? Look at you. I am in love with all fifteen of you. I want your cocks in my mouth, up my ass, in my hands, just shooting your young cum all over me
all of the time. I am so fucking lecherous that I can think of nothing but my love and my lust for you. When I did the things that will go on down at this party I
wanted one thing and one thing only, powerful men to give me money.
"Gentlemen, you don't need them. Everyone of you has more money than anyone of them. Remember, you have millions of dollars in the bank, right now. But
rest assured boys, you will be worth more than you can imagine in a very short time." Chris told them.
"Chris, could we go down to see what the party is all about. I want to see." Chris knew horny Christopher would speak up and Jimmy was right there with
him. Both of them boned full on.
"Okay, here it is. I will get hold of Carl or Andy. They will help you. Those that want to go to the party are welcome to go. JB and I will be there as I assume
Mark and Jeff will?" They nodded. "We will watch out for you.
"Pete, I am only going to the party to make contacts for our financial future. I have all of the sex that I could ever want right here. I love you and would never
do anything to hurt you or any of your brothers.
"If you guys want to come down you can just float the room. Be aware that you will be ogled and groped. You can and should flirt as much as you like. Let the
old queens see your hard dicks. Let them stroke you and cum all over them but don't leave the room with them unless you want to. And if you do I would like
to know that you are leaving. Maybe we can work out a signal."
The doorbell broke the moment. Twenty four year old Andy Foss came in. He is so good looking. His youth has stayed with him. He had a narrow sash across
his left shoulder to his right hip. He had a badge on the front and a can of mace and a cell phone in pockets on the front with a pair of handcuffs in a pocket on
the back. His uncut cock swung from his sandy blond pubes as he moved across the room attracting every eye. The door opened again to the imposing figure of
Carl Dickson.
Carl was six feet of solid muscle. You remember his story from Andy Finds Daddy. and have heard of how he had given up until he met Andy and the two of
them pulled each other back to life. They say that Carl was a fat three hundred pound slob. Now you don't see where it was. He is fifty six. He stands six foot
one with a very muscular body weighing one hundred and ninety five pounds. His cock is the biggest thing most of us have ever seen. Soft it is swinging nearly
eight inches with a girth that would choke most cock suckers to death. Carl is a grower. He needs no excuses and owes no one an apology. Hard his cock
stands upright as it reaches a full twelve inches into the sky and yells at you to worship with your lips and tongue.
The boys all gathered around Andy and Carl as they found seats on the second sofa. Carl had a line of boys waiting to take his giant meat down their young
throats. To his surprise every one of the boys did manage their task. Jay and Brad had some coaching as they don't have the experience of a large cock on a
regular basis. For show, Chris and Carl got into a sixty nine and deep throated each other then Chris offered his ass. He told everyone that he was always
giving it to the guys with his big porker, he wanted to prove that he could take as well as give. With one steady push Carl was all of the way into his young cousin.
A simple signal was devised for the boys that would not be out of character to their age. A vigorous cleaning of the right ear with their right pinky would alert
those with eye contact with them that they were comfortable going with whomever they had beside them for the next level of exploration. Unbeknownst to the
boys, Chris had them shadowed. Chris loves these kids so much and he would take it very personally were any of them to be hurt.
All of the boys allowed themselves to be sucked by several of the partyers. It took awhile for the boys to catch on to who was who at this party. There were
numerous congressmen and senators. There were some top white house people and more than a few prominent judges. The boys could actually see Chris's
mind as he recorded every face and every deed. Chris got a super hard on when he saw one man make a pass at Jim. Chris pleaded with his eyes for the little
lad to accommodate the powerful right wing religious figure.
Carl and Andy had the security. For security reasons every inch of the ball room was under tight electronic surveillance, including video. Will's man wasted
no time in sucking the youngster and then putting him on the table to give the boy one of the best rim jobs of his young life. The party just happened to fall the
day before Jim's fifteenth birthday. That little fact alone added ten years to a sentence for sexual molestation and the man committed eight separate violations.
Chris was not into blackmail but he knew how to use his knowledge.
Jim was in extra overlust as his little body accepted the longest tongue on earth deep inside his tiny little rectum. His balls were drawn up and ready to fire,
what Chris knew, was going to be one gigantic load of boi juice. He walked up and bent over to kiss the lad. He took hold of Jim's now six and a quarter inch
cock and pointed it at the major player. The man was too much into the boy's tight ass so Chris bent over and accepted the hot, creamy load from the bouncing
baby boy that flopped about the table beneath him. "God for fourteen year's old this kid shoots one hell of a load." That stopped all of the action in the
immediate area. It was kind of understood that no one under fifteen would be in the room. They figured that with their clout they could beat a two year rap with
an older teenager but thirteen and fourteen year olds carried a mandatory minimum sentence of twelve years.
Our big shot kissed Jim's balls and sent him on his way. Chris sat down at the table and began to talk with the men there. He was recognized a few of the older
men who wanted to fondle him and recall old times. Chris got the information he sought and moved on.
The room quieted down as the hour grew late. Several of the boys were being stroked and receiving special attention. Christopher had a circuit court judge
bent over a table as he plowed the old reprobate' ass. Chris mentioned that he had been the one in back a few years ago when the old man was on the court of
appeals.
Tim had an Oscar winning heart throb from the movies riding his boi meat as the actor swallowed Jerry's cock. They had a audience of top Hollywood
producers and directors. Cory and Cullen were no where to be seen and Chris was getting very anxious. He got a high sign from Andy as the door was held
open for him. Carl and another of their security people were leading a very drunk European diplomat down the hall. "We had to drug him," Andy told him. He
let Chris into a side room where Cullen sat in the corner, crying like a small child. Cory was with his boyfriend trying to give him comfort. The diplomat had
recognized Cullen and had tried to sneak him out of the hotel. Carl's people were ubiquitous. They had so many eyes on Cullen that a fly could not get near the
boy.
The diplomat would wake up with a terrible hang over and a very under age street boy would be in his bed as the police moved in. He would have no idea
what happened and hopefully he would have no memory of Cullen. To be on the safe side Cullen was to be taken back to the school at once.
Chris told everybody to back off. Cullen was his nephew and his responsibility. The love for the boy was plain to all who looked on as Chris took Cullen to a
more comfortable seat and sat with him in his lap. Cory sat beside them but he had to reach across to his boy friend. Cullen calmed down and rested his head
on Chris's shoulder as his tiny face was stroked . "You are okay, my little one. No one is going to hurt you now."
"He told me he was going to kill me for King and Country.."
"Shhh, I am here now. No one is going to hurt you." He began to come around. "I am going to send the two of you back to the apartment. You are to go to bed,
in my bed room. Pete and I will join you later. You are to lock the door and lock my bedroom door. There will be a friend outside the door but for no reason
are you to open the door. I don't care if you are starving to death. You get food before you go in. Am I making myself clear?"
Carl sent two of his younger men to escort the boys up to the room. All steps were taken to assure that they passed nobody and nobody saw them. A promise
had been made to Cullen that he would come to New York and Chris was bound to make good on his word. He was going to keep that promise. He would
need some help getting a proper disguise for the boy as soon as possible. Carl knew the people who could do that.
By three o'clock all of the boys had signaled their return to the apartment. All fifteen youngsters were safely in their beds as JB and Chris sat and politicked for
a few more hours Chris arranged for some interesting riders to a few bills in both the state and federal systems grist mill. Big changes don't happen all at once.
Our freedoms have been hacked away little by little. It takes an astute student of the law to catch the little stuff that goes on. We have some very good bird
dogs that do just that. If they didn't exist some well intentioned law just might make it legal for fags to marry each other on the White House lawn. It will take
a few years and many more subtle changes yet.
Cullen was summoned from the pile of flesh on top of Chris, Pete, and Cory. He quietly slipped from the room to follow Andy across the hall. An hour later
he sat at the kitchen bar sucking on a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice from a can taken out of freezer and mixed with water. He was talking to JB about
BAG Boys. He loves that name but it kind of irritated the old man when he heard it. Cullen rose to rinse his oatmeal bowl out and eat the last bite of his raisin
toast. As Chris strolled into the room scratching at his naked ass.
Cullen sat back on the his stool and watched his grand uncle. He so loved this old man. He was beautiful. His blonde hair shown like a halo over his deep dark
sun tanned body. He only hoped that he would look half as well when he grew up. Chris was old but at least he was younger than his sister, Cullen's mother,
but only by about two or three years. At thirty two Chris's smooth body and flawless skin had nary a hair where it shouldn't be. The boy loved his defined and
smooth chest and the deep crease that led the eye to a perfect navel, not in or out, just there.
From the navel a sweet line of golden hair trailed down to a trim little pubic patch which he himself had been allowed to take the clippers to on more than one
occasion. Below the perfect golden crown lay all of the boy's favorite fantasies. A very thick seven inch soft cock swung as a pendulum as the man walked,
looking about the room.
"Where is Cullen?"
Cullen looked in the mirror on the wall behind the sofa across the room. He couldn't believe the transformation and he had been in the room when the two
men did his make over. Staring back at him was a stooped little old man of about eighty. The matted gray beard and longish gray hair was so realistic. It looked
as if it was actually growing out of his face. Well it almost did. The way the make up people had glued each and every hair, one at a time to his young smooth
face. He wasn't sure how long he would have to wear this disguise but how ever long it was he would have to do it. His great grandfather had the power and
the desire to see him dead and him not even yet fifteen years old.
"Where the fuck is Cullen?" Chris opened the other bedroom doors and looked inside. Naked boys began to drag themselves into the large living room, many
of them following huge morning erections. Oh but that this writer could be their piss boy. Gives me shivers, all over.
"JB, where the fuck is Cullen?" JB looked at the old man beside him. The man slid off of his stool and picked up his cane. He walked in a stoop up to stand
toe to toe with his grand uncle and stared in the man's eye.
"You looking for me?" Cullen spoke in his sweet crackling, pubescent voice.
Chris stared at the boy and walked around him. "It's perfect. Even your own mother wouldn't recognize you, as long as you keep your mouth shut."
"That's what Andy told me. He said they could make me look old but that they couldn't make me sound old without carrying a lot of electronic gear around.
This harness is enough." The boy opened his knee length black coat so that the harsh ridges of some type of contraption on the boys back could be seen under
the material of his white shirt.
All of the boys had gathered around and were looking at their brother and the painful harness. He told them that he had to wear it or he might forget to stoop
over and limp. He said it was strapped down his back and onto his left leg in such a way that in order to walk he had to limp and stay bent over, otherwise the
pain was deadly. It was a perfect effect because as the boy moved the pain registered on his face, exactly as it would with an old arthritic man.
Cory helped Cullen take the knee long wool coat off. I could see the edges of the frame work under his shirt. The wool trousers came off and the long shirt
was unbuttoned. A series of leather straps encompassed the boy's body literally pulling him over into a stooped position. It looked so very uncomfortable. Pete
and Cory rushed to rub the boy's body and help him to get some circulation back in his limbs. He could wear the harness for up to six hours at a time with at
least a ten hour break afterwards. He would need serious massage therapy which everyone knew would be no trouble to find someone willing to render.
Cullen had so looked forward to seeing the sights of New York. When he was here with his mother there was no way that she would take the chance and
expose him to serious danger. Mixed in with this group Cullen would be as safe as they could make him.
Chris asked the boys where they wanted to go and what they wanted to see. The boys named several hundred places. The most popular request was fucking
rent boys in Central Park in the moon light. Chris looked at Christopher who was finding interesting things on the ceiling to look at while he whistled an off
key tune. Chris led the boys out to the balcony and pointed out certain points that they had mentioned. Carl sent four men to act as escorts so the boys broke up
into four groups. Cullen stayed behind as the rest of the crew went out to terrorize the Big Apple.
The major destination for every boy had been Ground Zero. Cullen, Chris and JB took a private limo over, as they wanted to visit the site. Cullen didn't get
into his brace as he promised me that he could hunch over for the short trip. Chris did him one better and got him a wheel chair from the apartment to the limo.
He liked the attention and played his part well.
There was no parking or stopping close to Ground Zero so the driver did his best to delay the time as they passed. The three, eager eyed tourists were on their
knees in the back of the limo praying for the families and loved ones of those that lost their lives through the bigotry and hatred of people who have no regard
for the sanctity of human life. Tolerance is not a global trait, as too many cultures teach that any thinking, save their own is wrong. Thank God for America
and our Freedom Of Religion. In this country everyone is allowed to worship, or not, as they are lead by their own conscience.
Chris had the driver take them to a southern style rib house across the river in New Jersey. The ribs were so tender, served up with corn on the cob and cole
slaw. Even the limo driver's face was a mess. They had so much sauce on them that they looked like pigs. Cullen would require major repair to get the mess of
barbeque sauce out of his facial. At the hotel a towel was placed over his head and shoulders. He slumped forward as if asleep. No one paid him any attention.
The boys drifted back in around five o'clock with the last bunch in at ten after. They were full of stories about all that they had seen. A pizza and salad bar laid
out on the balcony for them and they sat around telling of the wonders of New York. Cullen brought instant silence to the herd when he told of his excursion.
Never had these boys been so quiet. Then he told about the rib dinner and they were back to normal again.
They settled in and watched a few movies as they cuddled with the one they loved. Jeff and Mark both joined in and spent the night. There was very little sex
but a lot of love in that house that night. There was a lot to be thankful for and they took the time to let it be known.
Eight o'clock Thursday morning, July 7, 2105 found thirteen freshly scrubbed and well turned out young faces and two old men with an in between, boarding
a tour bus in front of the hotel. Already on the bus were fourteen older gay couples ready to see the sites of the big city, itself. Chris sat across the isle from one
of the older queens on the bus and asked him if he had to go so outlandish. Carl looked ridiculous in drag. Andy was kind of cute though. Carl's security men
were scattered about the bus so that the boys had to break up in pairs and not sit together as a group. They didn't catch on to who was on the bus until well into
the afternoon. They got a kick out of it and everyone of them realized why it had to be done. They were not upset that they had to give up their experiences to
protect another member of the house.
After a full day of touring from one end of the island to the other and hundreds of points in between they had the tour bus invade one of the east coast's last
remaining drive in restaurants. The danger was too real to take the boys to Cony Island but. Carl came up with an idea.
Cullen stayed on the tour bus with Carl and his crew as the others went up to the apartment. Jeff and Mark joined in again for the evening. Soup was prepared
for the boys to settle them down a little. Jeff and Mark sprung a surprise on Chris as they told him that they had both finished school. Mark was to get his
MBA in ceremonies at the end of the month then the two of them were on their way to Arizona. Andy and Carl had been helping them both get their masters
certificates and after graduating they were joining Andy's security company and would be living with their benefactors. Chris was happy at the news, although
he told Jeff that he was such a good concierge that he hated to lose the man's services.
Friday morning found Andy sitting at the bar drinking coffee with JB. Naked boy flesh was strewn about the apartment like dirty laundry and the smell in the
air was reminiscent of the same. A stack of clothing lay at the end of the breakfast bar. Chris was the first to wonder in. His cock a bit red and wet looking.
Andy looked at it and shook his head. Chris blushed, slightly. "Pete said good morning," he explained as he poured his first cup of caffeine for the day..
"I have special clothing for the smaller boys," Andy told him. Chris looked through the stack and smiled. His cock grew hard in an instant as Andy and JB
watched intently. "May I say good morning?" Chris looked at him as Andy looked down at his hard cock Chris smiled and nodded. Twenty four year old Andy
slipped to his knees to service the monster cock of the thirty two year old Adonis before him. Andy wanted so much to do a history on Chris and Carl. He was
sure there was a blood relation between the two. Neither man wanted to know if there was or not. They just enjoyed referring to each other as "cuz."
Chris steadied himself by grabbing at Andy's head and filled the young man with his second load of the early morning. The timer bell of the oven rang causing
Andy to spring from his worshipful position and sprint to the oven. He removed a large sheet of homemade biscuits. He had made up the pan of dough the
previous evening and brought it in with him this morning. He placed the biscuits back into the oven with the door slightly ajar and the heat turned off. He then
took out a large container with four dozen well beaten eggs and began pouring the yellow liquid into skillets already on the stove top.
Hungry boys began to follow their noses into the kitchen. It seemed that all thirteen youngsters were following another body part that seemed to outstretched
before them. Andy took large covered plates of bacon and sausage from the two microwave ovens where he had placed the freshly cooked pig meat to keep it
out of the way. He continued to stir the eggs in their pans as the mixture cooked up. In moments he dumped the scrambled eggs onto three large platters and
the boys began to fill their plates. Two pounds of butter, two sixteen ounce jars of grape jelly, forty five biscuits, three dozen eggs, four pounds of bacon, two
pounds of sausage patties, two gallons of milk, three pots of coffee, and four pitchers of freshly squeezed orange juice--from frozen concentrate in a can,
disappeared in less than fifteen minutes.
Chris was antsy and kept pacing the floor, looking at the door and the clock. Andy watched with bemusement. Finally Andy patted the stack of clothing. Chris
caught his sign. Chris called Christopher, Jim, Turner, Lew, and Cory to his side. He and Andy looked the boys over and nodded at each other. Chris herded
the five boys off to his room as Andy followed with the clothes. The doors were locked and nothing but boyish giggles could be heard for the next twenty
minutes.
The doors opened again and five little boys skipped into the room. Each had a small child's toy or a lollipop or other youthful symbol with him. The boys were
dressed in horizontally stripped tee shirts, short shorts, that showed no package what-so-ever, sneakers with color striped, white socks pulled half way up the
calves of their legs, and ball caps, resting on their heads at various angles. Each boy looked to be a gangly ten or eleven year old child.
The apartment door opened and Andy came in with another, even younger boy. No one had seen Andy slip out and were surprised when he came in thinking
that there were two of him. Chris and a man with a large kit came in. All eyes were on the six little boys, but even the little boys kept looking at the latest
addition.
"If you'll buy me some candy, mister, I'll let you see me bum." The room broke into uproarious laughter as they finally saw Cullen under the shorn black locks
and freckled face. He looked like a lad of eight or nine. His skinny legs were ended in steam boat sized sneakers. The tight short shorts with the horizontal
striped tee shirt and wire rimmed glasses totally hid the real person under the sideways ball cap cocked lazily on his tiny head. Chris was sure that not even
Eloise, the boy's mother, would recognize the Crown Prince.
"Dom? Dominique, what have I told you about wondering off?" A lanky blonde stormed through the door and grabbed hold of Cullen's ear and dragged him
across the room. Everyone stood in silence, unsure what was going on.
Chris said, "Andy, is that you?" The woman stopped and smiled at him. "Damn, man, you make one hell of a fine looking lady." Andy was dressed in casual
beach attire with low top, slip on sneakers. He was wearing a wig of black hair and his make up was expertly applied. He looked like a mid-twenties house
wife with her son in tow.
The other five 'youngsters' were herded to the man with the large kit which lay open to reveal make up. He took each boy in turn and made him five years
younger by adding long eyelashes, thinning eyebrows, and removing their most prized possession, the small caterpillar of hair on their upper lips. An electric
razor with a shield on it shortened their leg hairs, more like that of a younger boy. Christopher, Jim, and Turner had no problem with shaving what little leg
hair they had. Lew and Cory would keep their's. The other boys had been hustled off to get dressed and in short order the boys stood ready for inspection.
Carl's men came in, two by two. One dressed as a young mother and one as the father. Two boys were assigned a parental couple and led from the room. A
half an hour later Chris and JB joined the tour bus that would take the group to Cony Island. Pete and Brad accompanied them. As Chris mounted the steps
into the bus he was greeted with a family tour of fifteen couples with their sons. The banner on the side of the bus read, "Hebos annual outing and picnic."
Chris laughed as he wondered who had thought of using the Hebophelia title and how many people would recognize its meaning--Hebos, the Greek god of
youth, was well known for his love of older, pubescent, young people from older teens to young adults. A perfect fag in fact.
The bus had arrived with families on board. Some of Chris's boys had been taken to other locations to board the bus. Only two families plus Chris and his
companions had boarded at this hotel. They drew no more than the cursory glance as they headed onto Park Avenue and across town for their outing.
The boys played their parts to the hilt and had a ball doing it. They played and intermingled as children everywhere without the need to grope their lovers,
publicly. The boys did manage to pair off with those they loved on certain rides so that they could share the experience. Overall the day was uneventful and
joyful.
Chris was approached by one young man at the park seeking money for food. He caught Jay nodding and indicating that he should help the boy. Chris did as
Jay wished and walked away. Jay was animated as he talked to Carl and a uniformed guard. Chris looked back to watch what was happening and saw the
panhandler taken away by two uniformed guards. Jay gave him a big smile and a double thumbs up.
It was after dark when the troop returned to the apartment. They came in a few at a time. Chris arrived with Cullen and found the boy from the park sitting on
the sofa watching a movie on the large screen, plasma tv. He walked to the boy and held out his hand. "My name is Chris, what is yours?" The boy went on the
defensive and demanded to know why he was being held against his will. Chris asked again for the boy's name. After a stare down of wills he learned that he
was talking to Tony MacMillan. Chris assured him that he had no idea what was going on but that they would both get their answer very quickly.
The apartment door opened and Jay came in. He saw Tony and his face lit up like a spot light. All of the boys had quickly shed their costumes and resumed
the uniform of the house. Jay did the same. As Jay removed his make up Tony began to smile. When he saw Brad come through the door. He relaxed, quite
visibly. Jay rushed over to him and threw his arms around the young man. Brad came over and Jay introduced them. The three of them huddled in a far corner
to talk. Tony began to cry as the other two hugged him close.
When Tony had calmed down the trio went to Chris at the breakfast bar. He sat his cup of coffee down and turned to the boys and heard a typically tragic
story. Tony was the young man that Jay had met at the end of the year party last Memorial Day weekend. He was preparing to go to live with his father and
wanted to learn how to be gay so that his father would love him more. He and Jay had spent several hours in instructive sexual situations then the boy had left.
Today was the first time they had seen each other since.
Tony's father picked him up and gathered all of the boy's possessions to move to a new home and a new start for the eighteen year old, recent high school
grad. Tony's mother couldn't have been more wrong about Tony's dad. She had berated the boy for several years about his homosexual father. She had told him
what a pervert his father was and that he only wanted to be in the company of young boys for unnatural sex acts. Tony's father was in fact an extremely
homophobic person and when his own son made improper advances on him he beat the young man without mercy and threw him into the street.
The man destroyed everything that Tony owned, including his clothes. He left Tony with nothing and nowhere to go. Tony wondered the streets and learned to
survive. He had been on the streets for almost six weeks and had learned that he could use his good looks to get money and food at Cony Island. He knew the
Sargent of the guards at the park and had learned that if he gave the man a blow job everyday he would not be made to leave the park. If there were a complaint
then he was moved to another area but allowed to keep on panhandling. He was making nearly seventy dollars a day or more and able to sleep in a beds only
transit hotel for five dollars a night. For another dollar and a half he could get a set of clean sheets, a towel, and a shower each day. He was eating well and had
managed to save a little money but his hopes of going on to school were dashed into a million pieces.
Jay was talking into Tony's ear. Tony nodded his head and smiled. Jay led him to the coffee table in front of the sofa. Tony's shoes and socks were removed
and he stepped up on the table. His shirt was next to come off. Whistles and sounds of admiration greeted the sight of the eighteen year old boy's perfect chest
and abs. He posed for the bunch by flexing his muscles and turning, slowly so that every angle could be seen. Jay turned Tony so that his back was to the room
as he slowly lowered the boy's jeans revealing a serious bubble butt atop two mighty thighs and well defined legs. Tony stepped out of his jeans as Jay stood up
in front of him and pressed his body against that of his friend.
Every eye was on the two and Brad had himself a ringside view as he watched his boyfriend and lover hold the most perfect body he had ever seen close. Jay
began to slowly lower himself in front of Tony letting all of the cut body come into view. When Jay got to the pubic region his hands went up to cover what
lay in the middle of the thick, black pubic bush. Jay managed to get all of the way to his knees but kept his face flush against Tony. Slowly he lowered his
hands revealing the thick shaft of a very nice looking boi cock. Inch by inch more cock was revealed and it became apparent that there was a monster about to
be revealed to the room. Jay enclosed the cock with both of his hands and lowered his body so that he no longer blocked anyone's view.
Jay let his hands slide down the ever lengthening member until a good ten inches or more could be seen. There was not a sound in the room as everyone stood
breathless and mouths agape waiting to see the whole member. Jay's hands got to the ridge of the glans. He sat down and lay back slightly so that he would not
be in the way. He looked around the room. JB was right at his head with a very hard cock and drool on his chin. Suddenly Jay had an epiphany. He looked at
JB and smiled as he released the giant cock to spring upwards and stand twelve proud inches only a foot away from JB's drooling mouth. JB looked into Tony's
eyes. Tony looked down at the old man and nodded. JB took the mighty member to the pubic hairs in one go as Tony arched his back and let his load go, deep
into JB's hungry mouth. Jay said a silent prayer that JB would no longer be alone.
Tony was the center of attraction as every male child in the house had a feel of his body, from head to toe. Many mouths made their gallant efforts to take the
stick of bologna to the tonsil level. Everyone was successful, in time. Cas wanted a ride as did a few others and they were all promised that in time they would
get the chance. It was late and Chris had an early day planned for a few of them, so now was the time for bed. Tony slipped over to JB and asked if he could
spend some time with the man. JB led him across the hall to his suite with no word to anyone in the house.
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Rural
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06/09/00
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Adult/Youth
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06/10/00
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Relationships
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12/31/04
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Highschool
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01/04/05
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Incest
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01/10/05
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BiSexual/Highschool
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01/11/05
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Incest
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10/29/05
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Adult/Youth
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01/26/05
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Highschool
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09/15/05
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Highschool
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10/04/05
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Adult/Youth
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10/08/05
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Highschool & Athletics
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10/12/05
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Adult/Youth
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10/11/05
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Adult/Youth
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10/14/05
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Highschool
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10/22/05
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Highschool & Ahtelitics
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10/28/05
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Incest
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10/28/05
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College
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11/04/05
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Incest
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11/22/05
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Incest
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12/24/05
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Highschool
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12/24/05
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Incest
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01/01/06
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Incest
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01/01/06
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College
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01/07/06
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College
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02/18/06
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Highschool
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02/21/06
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Authoritarian
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03/01/06
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highschool
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03/14/06
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Beginnings
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05/01/06
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Highschool
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05/01/06
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Adult/Youth
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05/01/06
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