Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2007 06:37:51 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Home for Orphan Boys" (Part Two) by Jay Roberts    Gay Historical

One month later, our facility had settled into a routine, set by the first
few days as a model.  Our boys had changed greatly.  First off, the local
tonsorial artist had arrived with his two assistants and created new
hairdos for the boys.  Their hair provided a bale of hair by the time the
operation was complete.  The result was sixteen young gentlemen with
fashionable locks of various shades from blond to black.  Mr. Pierre, the
artistic barber was cooing with ecstasy as he handled the boy's heads and
patted their backs as he and his other girlish assistants proceeded.  The
lads were not put off by the forward nature of the unmanly hair cutters.
Toby remarked to me, in a whisper, "I think I have seen Mr. Pierre, in the
park, procuring boys with a one pound offer, several times.  He is surely a
poofer."

Toby's remark was further amplified by Constable Francis Dickman.  That
esteemed officer of the law came to visit us this very day.  I greeted him
in my office.  Of course I had seen him several times previously, as he was
present in my church.  I found myself distracted during my sermon by his
face and body in the pews.  He was a prepossessing chap, well over six feet
tall, strong of chest and when he sat in my office; his trousers were
pulled tight over his fine muscular thighs.  His face was handsome in an
outdoorsman rugged way.  His unruly, heavy beard was tamed with careful
morning shaving, but the wild thing tried to assert itself during the day,
producing a dark shadow that accentuated the fine planes of his chiseled
features.  His eyes were very dark brown.  They swam in a pool of white.
Once his eyes fashioned on one, no one might be able to fashion a lie that
would not be detected.

Well this paragon of maleness sat a few feet away from me.  Francis, unlike
most of my countrymen was warm and given to touching the other person to
underline his spoken words.  So I was becoming dizzy with attention has his
large hand would clash my arm, or shoulder, or knee to emphasize his words.
"Dexter, you have done a fine job with these devils.  You would think, with
their fine haircuts and clean bodies, that they were angels, but I warm
you, the rotten inside remains."

"I fear you are too harsh.  I see great improvements in their speech and
manners."

"That may be, but do you see any improvement in their animalistic
sexuality?"

"I must say that it remains.  Sometimes it seems charming, part of their
innocence."

He laughed.  "Dear fellow (clutch of thigh, close to my privates) you,
yourself are the innocent.  I cannot tell you how many times I have routed
out these boys, caught in an illegal and immoral position with a
townsperson.  They willingly earn their bread by offering sexual favors for
a pound.  In fact, they offer a menu of sexual choices at varying prices."

I became quite agitated at hearing this as it played into my own fantasies
that invaded my sleeping hours.  Vivid dreams of sexuality.

I returned my attention to handsome Dickman, noted how elegant his lips
were, pink and full, exposing perfect white teeth and clean red tongue.  I
was a bit dizzy.  He was saying, "As the song goes 'A policeman's lot is
not a happy one.'  And often a sexually deprived one.  I must admit, only
to you, I have availed myself of the soft, practiced mouths of a few of
your charges."  His eyes became distant, and I could swear his trousers
puffed up in the region of his genitals.  "They are so good at their craft.
I am usually slow to...shall I say boil over, but they bring me to that
boil in an in creditably short time.  Oh my, look at me; I am quite rigid
with excitement.  I am almost pressed to ask for one of your lads to
relieve my condition.  Well, my, you yourself are visibly affected by my
words.  You are a very comely fellow, I would not refuse attentions from
you."

Nothing more needed to be said.  He rose to his full height and unbuckled
his belt.  His trousers, weighed down by the club, handcuffs and other
paraphernalia slid quickly in a pool around his ankles.  I caught my breath
as I saw his hairy, muscular legs and his white drawers pushed out with the
force of his manly erection.  He smiled at me and nodded his head in
encouragement, and then he put a hand on each of my shoulders and pressed
to a seated position.  Next he spoke in a hoarse voice.  "Dexter, do not
deny your desire.  Pull my drawers down, expose your prize.  It's yours to
please."

With a choking gasp all my damned up desires exploded and I grasped the
edges of his drawers and pulled them down.  At once his rampant organ
flipped into view, his wild back hair covering his belly and testicles, but
not so much as to obscure his large phallus that shook and twitched before
me.  I was assailed with the spicy odor of his parts and my mouth watered
at the sight of his pink cockhead with dewy drops of his essence there.  I
have a long tongue and I allowed it to extend and licked that dew.  The
taste was both sweet and narcotic.  My mind slipped down into the part of
my animalistic brain and I leaned forward and began spirited licking of
this head, finally saliva was forming in my mouth and the shaft slipped
into my heated mouth.  I could hear Francis speaking of approval of my
efforts.  He was quite transfixed as he murmured words of encouragement and
affection.  "Oh Dexter, you are a master at this.  My mind is whirling.  I
don't think I can hold off much longer, but do take it deeper into your
steaming mouth.  I allowed it to enter my mouth until my nose was against
his fragrant pubic hair.  I sniffed deeply to impress the glorious smell
into my memory forever.  He was moaning quite loudly now and he pushed the
few inches left and his penis head entered my throat.  I swallowed several
times to accommodate it and that swallowing motions became to trigger for
his ejaculation.  I felt hot lava sliding down my throat as he heavy his
body back and forth and cried out as if in pain as his orgasm overcame him.

In a moment, both reassembled ourselves, realizing that our behavior was
not correct for our positions.  Yet we both knew that this vivid experience
would never be forgotten and the hope lay somewhere deep in our
consciousness that it might be repeated should the opportunity present
itself.

We shook hands, quite formally considering our previous actions.  He left
and immediately George knocked and entered at my bidding.  His face was red
and he was breathing audibly.  "Dear Dexter.  I didn't know that you engage
in homosexual pursuits.  Did you have a satisfactory release from your
activity with the bold and dashing man of the law?"

"Well actually, I did not.  I applied myself to his pleasure and foreswore
my own for the time."

"This you are stiff and wanting sir?"

"Yes, that is true, but I am sure it will pass....in time."

"No need to wait.  I am your assistant in all things."  He fell to his
knees and expertly and quickly opened the buttons on my flies and extracted
my hot prong."

"Yes it is very hard and very wanting.  I see the bubbles of manly wine on
the end tip.  I shall sample it."

I cried out at the wonderful sensation of his hot tongue licking the tip of
my cock.  He then demonstrated his lingual agility by wrapping his tongue
around the shaft and corkscrewing it rapidly, finally taking the whole
organ into his scalding mouth.  I was overcome with tenderness for my
little George and I rubbed his blond head and pulled his ears tenderly and
squeezed his cheeks.  "Oh dear George, I fear I will shortly deliver my
essence to you.  Are you ready?"  He shook his head yes and the action
precipitated my explosion.  I cried out loudly, my hips began a rapid
fucking motion and my prick began spewing my sperm in spurts, perhaps ten
in decreasing intensity.  When I finished, I fell momentarily into a sort
of faint and revived as George patted my face gently.  "I know you have
waiting a long time for this and it quite overcame you.  I consider that a
great compliment.  I am ready whenever you feel that stiffness to be
incommoding and you may call upon me at a moment's notice."

I leaned down and kissed my companion.  He returned it spiritedly.  Finally
we both realized that we had a facility to run and must return to our
duties.

This day's class was in mathematics.  I used this opportunity to regain my
strength that had been a bit sapped from my spectacular orgasm.  Next to me
sat faithful, little, pretty George, regarding me with loving eyes,
apparently happy that he could have brought such a powerful experience to
me.  Whilst I was in no mood or could bring that about today, I vowed that
I would, somehow repay him.  I did not worry that George was in an arid
desert of no sex.  I suspected that he had enjoyed liaisons with one or two
of the boys as I noticed that when we marched from one place to another
that one or two of the boys put there arm around George's waist.

No sexual occurrences presented themselves for months after the exciting
events with both the Constable and George that day, but shortly there would
be a sexual event that would dwarf anything I had known previously (which
is no surprise) but also anything I might have in the future.

I reread the above paragraph and wonder if I promised too much.  Well, it
will be for you to decide.

The boys, George and I had finished the evening meal.  It was a
particularly wonderful repast as some of the town hunters presented three
braces of quail.  The boys were humming their way through the meal with
delight.  Now we were all relaxing in the parlor room, just off the dinning
area, staring at the comforting flames of the fireplace.  I noted that the
boys were whispering among themselves and they included George in some of
the conversations.  It seemed to me that they were making plans for
something.  They smiled in my direction several times and were so full of
merriment that they could hardly contain themselves.

Finally they pushed Harry forward.  Harry had gradually become their leader
by virtue of his manly development, hairy chest and deep voice.  Harry
cleared his throat and began, "Dear Dexter.  You have been the instrument
of our salvation.  (he crossed himself.)  We might have died this winter if
you hadn't intervened.  We love you and want to do something in thanks,
especially since this is the Christmas season.  Now we have no money and no
possessions to enable us to have a present for you.  The only present we
have is our sexual skills and we wish to make them a gift.  We excuse
ourselves, now, to get ready.  Please come up to the dormitory with George
in about fifteen minutes."

George spoke after the last boy left.  "I won't tell you what they planned,
but remember the story of the little Drummer Boy."

The time had arrived.  George and I made our way to the dormitory room.
There we found the boys, all naked, all sitting on the end of the bed,
smiling.  They pushed Harry forward again to be master of the evening.
"Dexter, do not be offended, but I have appointed four boys to prepare you
for your gift."  At that, four of the older boys detached themselves from
the rest and seemed to attach me, except they were very gentle.  Eight
young hands tugged at my clothes, opened buttons, slide trousers down and
did the same with my underpants.  One boy took liberty to caress my chest,
with special attention to my nipples, soon I was breathing deeply from the
thrill of his ministrations.  Another boy began a gentle stroking of my
ball sac, and another reached under him and stroked my arse hole.  This was
bringing me to a high pitch of excitement.  Soon another boy took my prong
in his mouth, he in turn was engulfed by another naked boy and so on along
the chain of boys, until the finish child had George's (probably familiar)
organ in his mouth.  The feeling on my prick was heavenly but this was
increased the sight of my boys, their cheeks pulled out with sucking, and
mostly because of the sounds of mouths on pricks and boyish sighs and
gradually moans.  Since these were youngsters, their ability to withstand
the delicious assault of smooth, hot mouths and busy tongues were not as
strong as adults and before long some of the young one's cried out that
they were coming, or that they were here, or it's happening.  Lovely
statements and cries that belonged to each of them.  The older boys held
out longer but they succumbed shortly to the inevitable as did dear Harry
who was my partner.  His body stiffed and he left off his duties for just a
moment to let out a howl of orgasmic joy, then his lean hips began to fuck
the mouth that had his generous cock as he delivered his offering.  The
sight of that reduced me to weakness and I could not delay my own orgasm.
With a long croon and short hiccups and gave in to it.  Harry slurped with
all his ability and managed to hold my offering, swallowing with a smile on
his face and licking his lips in pleasure.  "Good stuff Dexter."

I fell into the long bed and was immediately hugged by Harry and Harry in
turn by the fellow next to him.  Soon we were all snuggled together and
George pulled the warm blanket over us.  Just as I was slipping into a
lovely nap, I heard one of the boys saying, "This Boy's Home is the most
wonderful place and we have some exciting times ahead, but there is one
thing that hangs over us."

"What's that? Asked a chorus of boys."

Harry's deep voice replied, "We'll have to leave when we are eighteen."


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