Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2011 15:14:51 -0600
From: michaelpete@hushmail.com
Subject: The Colombian 2

Be advised that in the following one will find graphic
sexual depiction between minors and minors and adults. The
story is fiction but based 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

		       THE COLUMBIAN

			 PART TWO

     A strange feeling of uncertainty about what I'd done
with Marcelino nagged me as I sought my brother. I didn't
find Benny until nearly eight. He was with a barracks mate
walking across the compound in front of the administration
building. I'd been heading back toward the school to see if
Marcelino was still there. He hadn't shown up at our
barracks.

     "So, you stick him or just get sucked?" asked Benny
when he saw me.

     "I stuck him. Where you been?"

     "Just around. Want some cookies? Bobby has a bunch left
over and we gotta eat 'em or they'll get stale." Bobby was
the skinny bent over kid with him.

     I was curious what they'd been doing. The direction
they were coming from had nothing a kid would normally do at
night. "Okay. So where you coming from?"

     "Just around like I said. So how was the spic's ass?
Still big from Sean?"

     Asking those questions in front of his friend made it
obvious Bobby knew of and was in on some of the campus
sexual activities, possibly had screwed Marcelino. It just
made me all the more curious, suspecting they had been with
another boy getting their jollies. "You were doing it too,
weren't you?"

     "Shit, Nevie. So what? You got some. Forget it, okay?"

     We stuffed ourselves with cookies while a couple of
others there in Benny's barracks eyed us hungrily, but were
ignored.

     Two nights later, in the school again, Marcelino made a
more prolonged attempt to interest me in learning Spanish.
It did sound interesting, like learning a secret code, but,
again, I told him to shut up. He frowned and turned around.
As I opened and pushed down my pants, he lay across the cold
wood of the teacher's small desk. I spit a couple of times
into my hand and lubed up. Marcelino pulled his cheeks open.
I waddled close and put the tip of my dick at his hole. A
quick push and I was in, all the way. I fucked slowly as
Benny had shown me, even slowing as my passion rose to
prolong it. Marcelino reached back and held gently on to my
hips. My hands were on his bare sides as he was again
completely naked. I leaned further over him. He pulled my
shirt up so my flesh met his with each penetration. The
additional warmth felt good. My climax seemed to start in my
gut and dropped down to between my legs before firing out my
dick. I fell over him and pressed inside. Marcelino grabbed
my buns and pulled me into him. I didn't realize where his
hands were until my throbbing had slowed.

     "Get your hands off my ass," I ordered quietly.

     He slid his hands down to my upper thighs. I lay there
for a few minutes then began again pumping very slowly. It
was difficult since his hole was back over the edge.

     "Get up on top the desk," I told him while pulling
myself forward.

     I kept my cock in him as he tried to slip up.
Unfortunately, my pants kept the full weight of my much
heavier legs on top of his.

     "I can't. You're too heavy. You have to get up first."

     "Shit!" His problem was obvious. I grabbed his hip and
turned us sideways but slipped out. "Shit!"

     I backed off him. "Now move up on top. C'mon."

     He obeyed. I moved with him and tried to re-mount but
my pants prevented me from getting easily over him. I pushed
them to my ankles. With my knees to each side of his thighs,
I was lined up but his hole was down in his closed crack.

     "Pull yourself open."

     Marcelino spread his cheeks, exposing the pink target.
When I lowered my groin onto him, my shirt blocked my view.
I pulled it up, sticking the bottom in my teeth but it still
was in the way. I yanked it around and under my left elbow.
I dropped in but was too dry for entry. When I tried to
dribble saliva into my hand, my shirt fell in front of me
again.

     "I told you to get naked like me," said Marcelino with
a soft smile.

     "Shut up!" was all that came to mind.

     Finally lying on top of him, shirt up to my belly
button, my cock inside him, I relaxed, my head sideways over
his shoulder. It was very warm and comfortable but I wasn't
in as far as I'd been when I'd been standing behind him.

     "Open up your legs," I told him.

     I had to lift my legs for him to do what I'd requested.
It helped a little bit. I began fucking. I felt his breath
on my scalp.

     "Stop breathing on me," I insisted.

     I felt him turn his head. I concentrated on screwing.

     Again, he slid his hands down to my hips and massaged
them gently in time to my pumping. Then he reached up and
slowly pulled my shirt up a little each time I thrust. The
increased warmth was nice so I didn't say anything.

     I was feeling as good as I'd ever had and hoped my
orgasm would stay at bay for as long as possible. It did
take a while. Marcelino, as he had a few times before, put
one hand over mine. I wiggled mine to make him get off but
he stayed where he was.

     "Let go, spic."

     He slipped off slowly and returned to my hips and
thighs.

     Climax came slowly, thumping gently through me.

     "Neville," said Marcelino softly.

     "Mmm?" I answered when he didn't say any more.

     There was no response. I felt like I could have slept
right there where I was. He made no attempt to move me.
There was no passion left in me, just inertia. Finally,
worried I might just go to sleep there and get caught like
that, I rolled off, then almost fell off the front of the
desk, the edge of which was closer than I'd thought.
Marcelino grabbed me across the chest. I quickly swung my
feet around and pulled out of his grasp.

     After checking to be sure my cock was clean, I pulled
up my pants. Marcelino lay on his side, his head up on his
elbow, his stiff cock pointing straight at me. It was longer
than I'd expected, maybe longer than mine but slimmer.

     "Neville," he said again but didn't continue.

     I shook my head and turned toward the door.

     "We can do this whenever you want, Neville. But, uh,"
he paused again.

     "What?" I asked impatiently and looked back at him.

     He was sitting with his legs over the side of the desk,
his hard on poking up at the ceiling. "That was really good.
I like it when it's just us. Next time I'll try to be even
better. But, please, just you."

     I thought I caught the drift. He wanted a deal to keep
Sean's big dick out of his hole.

     "Benny when he wants, to," I insisted. It was a deal I
knew I had no control over. If Sean wanted to stick him, he
wouldn't care what promises had been made. But, meanwhile I
could have him every day if I wanted.

     "But not Sean, or any of the big boys. Just you and
Benny."

     "Okay," was all I'd say and left, feeling sure my cock
was going to be well taken care of.

     Marcelino was as good as his word. I fucked him every
day for the rest of the holidays, twice right there in my
bunk after taps, the second time naked as him. It was nice.
Benny only joined me once, again on top of that fifth grade
teacher's desk. He had Marcelino blow us first. When the
rest came back on Monday, January sixth, we had an afternoon
go in the hay in the stable while a mare watched.

     Much as I tried to maintain my tough guy composure,
Marcelino's adventurous spirit excited me. He was
imaginative, even daring in some of the places we used, like
the director's office one evening. We'd sneaked in just
before he left after working late one night then fucked for
half an hour on his leather sofa.

     A few times, Marcelino tried to kiss me but I was able
to fend that off.




























                 PART TWO - JORGE DE LA CRUZ

     Dinnertime of Sunday, January sixth, with the entire
command back, we ate with our barracks mates. Marcelino
looked my way twice with a blank expression. I avoided his
eyes and made merry with two classmates, one of whom had
promised to do my math homework in exchange for the English
exam info he figured I must have after acing the previous
two tests. He knew I didn't study. The other was a fellow
bad boy. We enjoyed pulling nasty pranks on barracks mates.
For instance, we'd hidden all of David Taylor's socks after
he'd gone to sleep one night causing him grief with the
monitor then the officers of our company at drill. He'd
almost cried in frustration. We'd laughed about that for
weeks.

     Benny was back with his gang including Jorge De La
Cruz. As usual, even with the loose Sunday dress code, Jorge
wore his dress uniform, pressed right to his shirt cuffs,
shoes shined to a mirror finish, hair freshly cut. The
Peruvian sat ramrod straight and was careful to eat with the
best manners, fork down on his plate after delivering each
mouthful of food, knife placed at the proper angle on his
plate, free hand in his lap. He looked the perfect cadet but
I knew the truth about him.

     Jorge De La Cruz was the nastiest boy I had ever met.
At barely thirteen, just a look could frighten most of the
younger Latino students. His threat to cut out Marcelino's
tongue should he snitch on us screwing him carried the
weight of a sure thing. Benny told me that all he had to do
for a quick screw was look at another Latino boy and glance
toward the bathroom or whisper a specific place.

     Also according to Benny, Jorge, though just a sergeant,
had a saber the point of which, against Academy rules, was
sharpened from the tip ten inches up the blade. Benny said
he had a straight razor in his drawer that he occasionally
flashed at the even the slightest sign of resistance to his
desires. Jorge lived a life of privilege. Other Latinos
cleaned and pressed the uniform he changed daily. One boy
from my barracks shined a pair of his shoes each night.
Jorge's homework was done by classmates. When there was
little or no supervision of a work assignment, it was
performed by others.

     And woe to the boy who didn't have his things ready
when he got out of bed in the morning. Benny told me about a
time when Jorge mercilessly beat a barracks mate in the
shower with a wet towel until the boy cried then forced him
to suck clean all ten of Jorge's toes. His crime: he'd
forgotten to press Jorge's handkerchief.

     Yet, other than the oversized cock which Benny claimed
reached five inches in length even though his voice was just
starting to change, Jorge wasn't physically very impressive.
He was slim, wiry, of only average height, a hair taller
than Benny and not nearly as heavy. Benny was a powerful boy
who, in a fight, could have torn Jorge apart. However, the
Peruvian had cold eyes that could, when he wanted them to,
bore right through the hardest recalcitrant. I'd watched
them the day he threatened Marcelino. They'd half closed.
His upper lip had risen slightly. His eyelids had seemed to
extend out from the eyeball. Marcelino had frozen in a semi
bent over position, his breathing stopped, and hadn't moved
again until Jorge was several steps on his way.

     The staff found him an ideal cadet and used him
regularly as an example of the ideal Norris student. No one
was about to tell them the truth.

     Part of the reason apparently was his father's position
in his home country and influence at the school. Daddy was
an Army colonel reputedly in charge of military
intelligence, a man much feared in his homeland. There were
forty plus Peruvians at Norris. All could be counted on to
protect the feared man's son.

     I admired him, was jealous of his power over others.
Benny copied his facial expressions, even some of his
threatening phrases, when he bullied others.

     According to Benny, Jorge had a couple of kids from my
barracks, which he refused to identify, that he screwed on a
regular basis, both non-latinos. One, a particularly small
boy, according to Benny, cried each time Jorge rammed his
big cock into the boy's little hole then laughed at him for
it. Benny swore he'd watched it a couple of times but was a
bit miffed when Jorge wouldn't let him have a go too.
Jorge's boys were always exclusively his.

          Ordinarily I'd have been hell bent on figuring out
who they were, but Marcelino was taking such good care of me
that I wasn't particularly hot for anyone else. It did
bother me a bit that I also enjoyed the friendship, even
love, he showered on me. I allowed him to lick between my
legs and around my tummy, run his hands up and down my torso
when he was sucking me, even kiss me on the hair and neck
while I was fucking him. To be sure, none of that occurred
when Benny was with us but that wasn't very often. Benny did
occasionally ask to have one of Marcelino's very
accomplished blow jobs but apparently he had a boy or boys
who were taking good care of his sexual needs.

     It got to a point by Easter Week that Marcelino would
come to my bed and help me with my math and science
homework. When we were able to talk while physically united,
he did so in Spanish which he translated until I knew what
it meant.

     Somehow, by April 24th, he found out that my birthday
was October twenty-fourth and gave me a Timex pocket watch
which I found under my pillow when I got into bed that
night. He later called it a half birthday present. It was
just about the best gift I'd ever received.

     By the time summer vacation was upon us, I could
understand a good bit of the conversations between Latinos
though I never let on. I felt very clever.

     Then, all but fewer than two hundred students went home
or to other camps. Normally, Jorge De La Cruz would have
hopped on a plane for Peru but apparently something
political happened that made it better for him to stay with
us. He was obviously very upset by it all.

     Even Benny complained about his nasty attitude. "The
creep called me a peon. Shit, you know what that means? That
I'm some kind of slave on a farm or something. Shit!"

     Sean, who had always been a bit of an admirer too,
said, "The kid talks like we're all supposed to kiss his
ass. Fuck him!"

     It was quickly obvious who his smaller catamite from my
barracks was when Jorge came charging in the day after most
of the kids left asking for Timmy Calvert, a small quiet kid
from Maryland who had never fit the image of someone anyone
would want to have sex with. He was puny, plain and had a
skinny butt.

     When I told Benny of my suspicions, he admitted the kid
who'd cried had been Timmy. "Jorge likes `em with skinny
asses. He says he can get more of his dick inside and
they're tighter. I don't know `cause he never let me stick
the kid."

     "What about the other kid in my barracks. He still
here?" I asked.

     "Nah, he left too. Old Jorge's gonna have to get him
somebody new to stick, maybe your boyfriend, Marcelino."

     That disturbing thought was already in my mind. "But he
doesn't like Latinos. You said."

     "Shit, he hasn't got much choice if he wants a skinny
one, except maybe that sissy Henry. He's kinda skinny. I'll
bet you could stick him if you wanted."

     I didn't. Marcelino was just fine.

     Unfortunately, Marcelino was who Jorge settled on, that
very night.

     I wasn't aware of anything until I went back to the
barracks to look for him and Marcelino was nowhere to be
found. In my gut, I knew what had happened. To my surprise,
my first concern was that Jorge would hurt him. My uncared
for cock was not on my mind when I went looking in the
school. They weren't there. After searching a few other
places including the jail area in the basement, I went back
to the barracks to wait.

     Marcelino was on his bunk, fully dressed, belly down.
With no concern about who would see me, I went straight to
him.  He looked at me sorrowfully.

     "What's wrong?" I nearly whispered.

     "I can't go with you any more."

     "Shit too! Who says?"

     "You know."

     "Jorge?"

     He nodded yes.

     "Fuck him. He's not the boss of me. C'mon, let's go
somewhere."

     "I can't. He'll kill me. Anyhow, I hurt too much. And
he might hurt you too."

     "He tries anything with me and Benny'll kick his ass.
C'mon. Benny won't let him do anything to you either. I'll
tell him." Completely oblivious to who might have been
watching, I grabbed Marcelino's hand and started to pull. He
grabbed the far side of his mattress and resisted.

     "I can't," cried Marcelino quietly. "He'll know."

     The scene I was making seeped into my brain. Feeling
very frustrated and angry, I turned and headed out to find
not Benny but Sean. I was going to put an end to this
immediately.

     My eldest brother gave me a dirty look when I barged
into his barracks where he was playing cards with three
other fourteen year olds.

     "You're not allowed in here. Whatever you want, ask me
tomorrow."

     "I gotta talk to you now!"

     "Tomorrow, Nevie. I'm busy. Beat it!"

     "Sean, now!"

     "Shit, Nevie, what's so damned important?"

     "It's private."

     "Shit!" He got up, threw the cards on the bunk and
pushed me ahead of him out the door.

     In the hallway, I told him what had happened. "You
gotta go tell him to keep the fuck away from Marcelino. He's
mine. I had him all year, almost, so he's mine."

     The expression on Sean's face was anything but re-
assuring. I'd expected anger at being forced to defend my
rights but it was something I felt he had to do. He was my
big brother, my ultimate protector. He leaned his back
against the wall and stuck his hands into his pockets.

     "Shit, Nevie. You know who that kid is? His father's a
killer. There's kids here, a lot bigger'n me, who'll do
anything he says. Anybody but him. You best just find
somebody else to stick. Anyhow, it's easy now. Benny said
something about some kid, Henry, I think. Why don't you do
it to him?"

     I was furious. "So you're not gonna back me up? You
gonna let that creep spic kid get away with this?"

     He sighed. "There's nothing I can do, Nevie. Jorge De
La Cruz is just, shit, too much for anybody. You best just
forget that spic kid and get somebody else. Look, I'll talk
to Benny in the morning. We'll get you somebody, hell, a
couple if you want. Just don't go messing with De La Cruz.
Okay?"

     It wasn't okay but if Sean was afraid of him, there
didn't seem to be any way to fight the Peruvian. I returned
to my barracks feeling furious and shamed by powerlessness.
One of the kids was headed to the bathroom when I walked
into the barracks. I pushed him back against a bunk but
didn't follow up with the kick or punch I might have used a
few months earlier.

     Marcelino arrived late for breakfast. He sat two tables
from mine. I was finishing off a bowl of Wheaties, staring
at his back when he looked around then turned and glanced
briefly at me, his lips pressed together, a sad expression
in his eyes. Jorge De La Cruz was at a table on the other
side of the room, chatting with two older Latinos, probably
in Spanish. I searched for someone I could converse with but
saw no one who'd give me the time of day. So, I sat by
myself then played with the last soggy flakes in the milk at
the bottom of my bowl figuring to stick around until the
Columbian got up to leave, hoping there might be some
indication from him we could meet somewhere.

          I shook my head at the thought that I could be so
attached to a boy. But Marcelino was the first boy who had
ever genuinely befriended me and done so completely of his
own volition. Every other acquaintance I'd ever had was
forced against the other boy's will. None had ever sought me
out. Anger built inside of me. Why did this spic Jorge have
to interfere with my first true friendship? I toyed with how
I could somehow eliminate him as a competitor for Marcelino.
I fantasized catching him alone and beating him bloody with
a baseball bat. Why was Sean so afraid of him? My eldest
brother was two years older, bigger and definitely able to
beat the shit out of him. And Benny, why did he like such a
piece of crap as De La Cruz?

     Marcelino finally got up but only because a boy from
Jorge's table went by and said something to him. Apparently,
he'd been ordered to take the trays from Jorge's table to
the trash area. As he walked toward the door with four trays
stacked in his hands, he again glanced at me but then
dropped his eyes.

     I tried to get up but something held me where I was. It
hurt my pride and made me even angrier when I realized what
it was: fear. Like everyone else, I, too, was afraid of
Jorge De La Cruz.

     What followed was another week of uninteresting camp
activities, boresome marching, Benny avoiding me, and a
growing need to get off with something warmer and wetter
than my hand. It kept me awake long enough one Thursday
night that, sure that everyone else was asleep, I felt bold
enough to climb up on Marcelino's bed and snuggled in behind
him. He was a sound sleeper. I untied his pajama bottoms and
slid the back down to his thigh. I was poking my saliva
lubed hard on between his cheeks before he rolled over, all
the way over, and put his arm around me.

     "C'mon, Marcelino, let me stick you. Everybody's
sleeping. Nobody'll know but us."

     He didn't say a word. His deep breathing told me why.
Marcelino was still asleep.

    I gently pushed his arm off and crawled over him amazed
at how he could sleep through all I was doing. However, just
as I was again pushing my dick between his cheeks, he tried
to turn onto his back. It wasn't until about the third time
he movedpushed into me that he seemed to become aware that
he wasn't alone.

    He reached back with his hand and pushed at my hip,
stopped, lifted his head, pulled suddenly away and lifted
himself onto his elbows.

    "Marcelino, shhh, it's just me, Nevie. Everybody's.."

    "Neville? Why are.." He dropped onto his side and
turned toward me. "Neville, quick, go back to your bed,
please."

    "C'mon, Marcelino. Everybody's asleep. Nobody knows I'm
here. C'mon, I haven't done it with anybody.."

    "Shhh. No, we can't. Jorge will know. He always knows
everything. He'll hurt me, you too. Please, go back to your
bed. Please."

    I begged but, in the end, fear was what caused me to
back off, climb down and slink back to my bunk, my cock limp
as a dead dog. I was beaten. Sleep didn't come for a long
time.

    My thoughts tended to be self pitying but occasionally
turned angry though never once with Marcelino. I wanted to
hurt Jorge De La Cruz but always retreated from the idea due
to fear of a terrible reprisal. Any kid who could have my
big brother Sean cowed was definitely too formidable for
little me.
    DDD
    I didn't hear the bugle in the morning. Arnold
Detweiler awakened me when he came back from the bathroom.
The first thing I was able to focus on when I sat up was
Marcelino staring down at me from his upper bunk across the
aisle. There was a difficult to fathom expression on his
face made more difficult when he quickly turned away. I
tried to figure it out as I sat taking a shit moments later.
It wasn't fear or even sadness as I'd have liked it to be,
more like frustration mixed with some kind of determination
if that's possible.

    In the dining room, I took a table two down from his
where I could see his face, he mine. He noticed me but the
eye contact was too swift to communicate anything. Jorge De
La Cruz was on the other side with his usual bunch of
cohorts including Benny.

    I sidled up to Benny as they left and tugged him apart
from the Latinos.

    "How come that spic creep has gotta have Marcelino all
for himself?"

    Benny grabbed my arm and stopped us. The look on his
face was meant to express anger but there was something
else.

    "Shit, Nevie! It's a spic thing. Just forget that kid.
There are lots of others."

    I figured out quickly what the rest of his face was
telling me. "You're scared of Jorge. Shit, Benny. Just kick
his ass and tell him that Marcelino's mine too."

    Benny pushed me down the hall. "Just shut up and, shit,
just shut up `til we're outside."

    He led me, still gripping my arm, outside and across
the front drive onto the grassy slope in front of the main
building. All the while I worried that, for the first time
in our lives, my next older brother that I admired so was
going to do the same as Sean, let me down, not defend my
interests as he'd always done before. By the time he pulled
me down beside him on the grass, I'd developed a well of
anger over his desertion of duty to his younger brother.

    "You gotta.." was all I got out before he turned to me
and put a hand over my mouth.

    "Just listen. You gotta understand who Jorge is and
what his kind of people do when they get pissed off at
somebody. His old man cuts off fingers and shit before he
kills anybody pisses him off. You see how he keeps his saber
all sharpened like he's not supposed to and nobody says
anything about it? You think he'd be scared a killing some
kid with it if he got real pissed off? And nobody'd do
anything `cause a who his old man is `cause the government
people all want him on their side so they aren't gonna do
anything to his kid. The Latinos all know that and they're
all scared of him so you better be too. Shit, you wanna
stick somebody? I'll get you somebody today. What's wrong
with that Henry kid or, what's the other kid's name does
your homework? They're not gonna say anything after I talk
to `em. Or you can have Walter. He's fat but can squeeze his
hole and it feels really neat."

    I wanted Marcelino but again shared Benny's fear of
Jorge De La Cruz. Worse, for some reason I didn't fully
understand, I didn't really want to screw some boy that was
going to hate me for doing it. Fucking Marcelino was so much
better because he liked me to do it to him. As for Benny's
classmate, Walter, I didn't think much of my dick would get
far enough between his fat buns to more than barely puncture
his pucker. I missed doing it with Marcelino. It dawned on
me at that moment that I missed the affection, an emotion
I'd never experienced with another sex partner, hell,
anyone. Benny broke into my thoughts.

    "Well, who you want me to get? C'mon, a good fuck and
you'll forget all about the spic. Who you want?"

    There it was: a challenge to the tough kid I was
supposed to be. If I turned down his offer, it could have a
terrible effect on my bother's opinion of me, of our
relationship. It had to be accepted. Still, I opted for the
less offensive. "Walter."

    He set it up for right after lunch, before the
afternoon's activities. We headed back to the second floor
of the school, to the fifth grade teacher's desk.

    On the way up, Benny admonished me, "Remember, Walter's
seventh grade and he's not supposed to let a little kid like
you do it so you gotta keep your mouth shut that he's
letting you. And I gotta do him after."

    Walter was waiting for us inside the door to the
classroom. He looked me over and asked Benny, "You sure his
cock's big enough for me?" The smile took away some of the
offensiveness of his remark.

    "Shut up, Walter. Just get your pants off," retorted
Benny.

    When he saw my dick was soft, Benny ordered Walter to
suck me which he did immediately, taking me in balls and
all. He was good at it and had me stiff in seconds.

    When he stood to go back to the desk, I noticed his
little hairless cock, probably only a half inch longer than
mine, and equally erect. He liked to suck.

    Walter lay over the desk but off the edge enough that I
could get even with his hole. Unfortunately, my concern
about the distance from his outer buns to his inner sanctum
was completely justified. I could feel his hole with the tip
of my dick but barely poked inside. There was no way I was
going to get off like that.

    Walter squeezed his cheeks closed but it wasn't nearly
the same as being inside a rectum. Benny saw the frustration
on my face and had what he thought would be a solution.

    "Get on the floor, Walter, like you do it with
Francis."

    Walter obeyed. He lay on his side and raised his upper
leg.

    Benny instructed, "Sit on his leg and slide in".

    I had to take off my pants that I normally just
dropped. Walter commented, "You got a better body than
either of your brothers, Nevie. I can't wait until you get
bigger."

    "Shut up, Walter. Stick him Nevie."

    I sat on his fat thigh and used his raised leg to pull
myself in. It took a movement to one side to line up well
but penetration was easy and complete, right to my pubic
bone. Walter squeezed. It was as tight as Benny had
promised. Holding tight to his raised thigh, I started
fucking. It was great. Each time I pushed inside, the heat
ran down my shaft and into my little testicles. I jammed in
hard with each thrust.

    "Yeah, Nevie, that's good. Do it hard," urged Walter.

    His words turned off whatever negative thoughts I had
about screwing this bigger boy. He liked it. I was enjoying
it. It was good.

    Benny was enjoying it too. I noticed him lift his leg
as he pulled off his pants. Nearly four inches of rock hard
cock stuck straight out from his body when he stood back up.
It was going to be like before with him right beside against
me when I pulled out, ready to push his cock into Walter's
hole a couple of seconds after I withdrew. I was determined
at that point to stay inside that fat ass as long as
possible, maybe even go for a second time if I could hide
the first from my brother.

    Walter kept up with his encouragement, "Yeah, fuck,
harder, harder. Good."

    I'd never had a boy react so vocally enthusiastic.
There'd been boys whose hard dick showed that he'd like
getting screwed but they've never come out and said it. This
boy liked it possibly as much as Marcelino. I fucked harder,
banging into him as hard as I could, pulling out to the tip.
I noticed that, in this position, even if the head of my
cock came all the way out of his hole, it went straight back
in with no difficulty every time. I took longer strokes.

    Orgasm boiled in my balls. I gripped the fat thigh
tighter and closed my eyes. Climax shot up through me, ass
hole to gut and into my brain. I rammed in and held myself
as deep inside as possible. Walter must have squeezed even
tighter because each throb seemed to have to force itself up
my shaft and into the head of my cock making me shiver with
every one. There was no way Benny wouldn't know what was
happening.

    I felt his belly against my back, his cock poked at my
tailbone. But I wasn't going to move until my orgasm was
over. It had been a while and felt greater than any I could
remember. The warmth flowed through my body like ink spilled
on a blotter.

    "C'mon, Nevie, my go," whispered Benny. His cock
pressed insistently just above my crack. I briefly wondered
what it would feel like inside me. Walter and Marcelino
really seemed to like it. I smacked myself mentally for even
considering such a thing and yanked my cock out of Walter.

    I had to stand to pull myself free. Benny pushed in as
I stepped out. He was fucking slowly when I turned around.

    I sat still bare assed in a desk and watched. Walter
had his left hand on Benny's hip, pulling him hard toward
himself with every thrust. He stayed silent this time making
me wonder if he really had enjoyed me inside him. I stood
and looked at his face. His eyes were closed and lips
pressed together. I walked around to a point above him.
Benny's leg was tight to him but I could see his cock was
hard as stone.

    My brother pumped slowly and took a while. As I had, he
used Walter's raised thigh as a post to pull himself deep
inside the fat boy's tight hole.

    By the time he was done, I was ready to go again and
sat behind him as he'd done with me, my dick poking him as
he'd poked me.

    "Get your dick offa me, Nevie. Just wait."

    I pulled back a bit angered and confused at his double
standard, a little angry at myself for letting him touch me
with his penis, a bit worried about why I'd allowed it, why
I hadn't reacted as quickly as he.

    The second fuck was nearly as good as the first. Walter
was quiet but seemed to like me pumping into him as much as
he had Benny.

    On the way down the stairs, Benny said, "See, you
forgot all about the spic. Tomorrow, if you want, we can get
one of those two from your barracks."

    I wasn't sure how to answer him. In the end, though, it
didn't make any difference. Other matters interceded.

    I awakened early the next morning. I'd had a dream
about Marcelino, one of those frustration dreams where
something always prevents what you want from happening. It
was a simple thing. We were in bed together. Either I
couldn't find his hole or my dick kept slipping off it but
no matter what position I tried, I couldn't get inside him.

    I had my morning hard on though it seemed a bit harder
than usual. I fondled it debating whether to head for the
bathroom and beat off.

    The sun came through the trees behind us and lit up the
end of Marcelino's bunk. The point of his elbow was visible
like he was sleeping. I visualized his long brown cock and
balls, stiff as mine, and the path between his smooth legs
back to the soft entry to that hot rectum. His arm moved as
though to rub his eyes or scratch something. He was awake. I
was sorely tempted to go to him, try to get in bed beside
him.

    The bugle sounded. It was the blasting sound of the
sixth grader who alternated with the more accomplished,
smoother playing kid from the upper forms.

    Marcelino sat up and stared ever so briefly, directly
at me, the shadow of a smile flashing across his face before
turning away. Two boys passed between our bunks rousing me
to the reality that we weren't alone.

    Benny separated himself from his group, which strangely
enough didn't seem to include the ever present Jorge De La
Cruz.

    "I got another kid for you," he said with a smile. "one
right out of your barracks, kid named Joey something. You
know him?"

    I did. He was a skinny kid who was hardly ever around
the barracks, always off somewhere playing baseball or
basketball. He didn't seem the type to bend over
voluntarily. "Yeah, but he isn't gonna wanna get stuck. Who
says?"

    "Don't worry about that. I already told him he's gotta
go to the school after lunch."

    I looked around. Joey was sitting with three other
sports nuts, deep into animated conversation, waving his
toast around as he spoke. I doubted the arrangement. "When
you talk to him? He know it's me?"

    "Don't worry. I told him last night. He likes it, and
he's tight. And he'll suck if I tell him."

    "You stick him?"

    "I'm gonna do it after you."

    My doubts surged. "You ever see anybody else sticking
him?"

    "Shit, Nevie. No, but they did and Joey said okay
without me even having to shove him or anything. Don't
worry. He'll be there."

    "So where's your buddy Jorge?"

    "How am I supposed to know. Probably off sticking your
buddy Marcelino."

    I looked around. Marcelino was in the chow line picking
up a cup of juice.

    "There's Marcelino."

    "So what? What do you care? C'mon, let's eat. There's
Sean. Let's find out if he stuck Joey."

    He hadn't, didn't know him.

    Half the morning was occupied with swimming class. I
was a shitty swimmer. The instructor insisted I practice my
stroke without using my legs. It pissed me off but I
complied to avoid demerits. Joey was in my group. He never
looked my way or showed any indication he expected me to
screw him in a few hours.

    Lunchtime came. Benny joined me in line. He was again
without the company of the Latino bad man, Jorge.

    "Let's eat fast. I told Joey to be there twelve thirty
sharp."

    Joey was just coming into the hall accompanied by the
same group as always. He didn't seem at all concerned so I
began to believe my brother's story that he liked getting
fucked.

    He sat too far away from us for there to be any
noticeable glances but he did get up as we did, shoving his
tray toward a tablemate. He followed us out alone without
looking our way then somehow beat us to the school. He was
waiting inside when we entered. The expression on his face
was more of boredom than anticipation. There didn't seem to
be any surprise at seeing me. He let us lead him up the
stairs and down the hall to the fifth grade classroom.

    As we got to the door, I looked back at Joey then
crashed into my brother who had stopped cold and was staring
through the window in the door like he was trying to figure
out a math problem. I tried to open it but his hand was
frozen on the knob. Joey came up behind us and looked
inside.

    "Jesus!" he said in hushed awe.

    I pushed in front of Benny to see. There was someone
lying across the desk, bare assed, his pants around his
ankles, some kind of cord wrapped around his legs and tied
to the desk legs. There was something sticking out of his
rear end. I yanked Benny's hand off the knob and opened the
door. Joey pushed me inside and ran around to the opposite
end of the desk.

    The thing sticking out of the boy's butt was the hilt
of a sabre. The boy was Jorge De La Cruz. His eyes were
open. His arms were extended out over the end of the desk.
Taut cord went from each wrist to the desk leg at that end.
Someone had tied him up and stuck a sabre clean up his ass,
probably into his throat. I touched him. He was cold. Jorge
De La Cruz was dead.

    Benny said, "Let's get outta here."

    Joey nudged the sabre's handle. It didn't move.

    We all ran out, down the hall, the stairs, out the
front and up into the trees above the school. By the time we
stopped and sat on a bed of fallen pine needles, I was sure
I knew what had happened though I had no idea how. Marcelino
had killed his nemesis.

    "Shit!" muttered Benny.

    "Jesus!" countered Joey.

    Silence followed. I tried to figure out how Marcelino
managed to tie down the bigger and much stronger boy. Had he
drugged him? Then how could he have gotten him up to the
classroom? There was no way he could have carried him. I
remembered some kind of discoloration on the side of Jorge's
head. Had Marcelino somehow hit him with something, knocked
him out? It was difficult to imagine little, inoffensive
Marcelino slugging someone, even hated Jorge De La Cruz,
hard enough to knock him out.

    Maybe it wasn't Marcelino. There had to be others who
hated him too, but enough to kill him, risk going to prison
for the rest of their lives?

    I realized this had been the first time I'd ever seen a
dead person. Jorge hadn't seemed much different from when
he'd been alive, just very still. I tried to remember the
expression on his face but could only recall his eyes and
that they'd been open, staring across the room. I wished I'd
looked more carefully at his face. Had there been fear on
it? Pain? Having a sabre shoved clean up through you had to
hurt.

    Benny said, "Shit! My fingerprints are on the door
knob. Shit!"

    I realized mine were too.

    Joey said, "I touched that stupid sword. We gotta go
back and wipe it off."

    They went back and forth about the danger of being
caught inside and the certainty that the police would be
called in and fingerprints sought everywhere.

    "We gotta hurry up if we're gonna do it," insisted Joey
hardly sounding like a boy who enjoyed being screwed,
"they're gonna start soon and we better be there." He was
talking about the afternoon's activities.

    We went back but from the far end of the building.

    Seeing no one around, we scurried to the entrance and
inside. Benny took off his tee shirt as we raced up the
stairs. Joey followed suit. While Benny frantically wiped
down the brass door knob, Joey gingerly rubbed where he
thought he'd touched the sabre's handle.

    I noticed that there wasn't any blood where it entered
though I couldn't actually see Jorge's hole. The saber had
been pushed in right to the hilt.

    I took another look at Jorge's head. There was a red
lump above his left ear though mostly under his close
cropped hair. A look around found nothing that could have
caused it.

    Benny called from the door. "C'mon, let's get outta
here, shit."

    Joey took a final look at the sabre's handle then
headed out. I examined the cord tied to Jorge's wrists.
There were square knots like we'd been taught by our combat
instructor.

    Benny called out in a loud whisper, "Nevie!"

    We hurried out and around the back of the school.

    Benny grabbed Joey and me as we were about to part and
said, "Don't say anything to anybody, nothing, understand?"

    The body wasn't found until late that evening. They'd
been searching for Jorge who hadn't shown up anywhere since
the previous evening. Three police cruisers then an
ambulance and finally other cars came onto the grounds. Word
of what happened didn't leak out until the following morning
though everyone assumed Jorge was dead when the ambulance
didn't leave for a couple of hours. We weren't allowed out
of our barracks so no one saw the body being removed.

    The stories were way off the mark. Jorge was dead from
falling out a window, falling down the stairs, had a heart
attack, was shot, a drug overdose, was the victim of a
failed kidnapping attempt. It wasn't until noon in the
dining hall that the saber came up but it had him being
stabbed with it without mentioning it was up his ass.

    I watched Marcelino for a while but he didn't seem
particularly agitated or worried so I dismissed him as the
perpetrator. He did smile at me. I took it to mean that we
would be getting together again.

    Benny joined me late. He was clearly worried.

    "Shit! There's FBI out there now. They're really good.
I hope I got my fingerprints off that door. Where's Joey?"

    I looked around, finally spotting him alone in the
back. Benny saw where I was looking.

    "Shit. How come he's alone. Every other time I see him
he's with a bunch of kids. Shit. You think he said
something?"

    "How should I know," I answered. "Anyhow, we didn't do
it. We just found him and he was already dead. If anybody
asks, I'm just gonna say I was scared `cause I wasn't
supposed to be in the school."

    "So how come you were in there? What if they ask that?"

    "I dunno. The door was open so I was just looking
around, you know, seeing what it was like empty."

    Benny bit into his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I
sipped my tomato soup which was hotter than usual, usual
meaning cold. Jorge had been killed two nights before. We'd
all been in our dorms with plenty of witnesses. The worst
that could happen to us was demerits for going into the
school and not telling what we found right away. I said the
same to Benny. It seemed to calm him.

    Sean came after us as we left the building. He'd missed
lunch but had news.

    "You gotta keep your mouth shut but I think I know why
Jorge got zapped."

    I didn't say anything. It wasn't sure whether Benny had
told him about our discovery of the body. Benny shot me a
self conscious glance. He'd told Sean.

    "Jorge's old man is on the outs with the guys in charge
now and he took off. Jorge got killed to get at his old man.
They stuck his saber up his ass so he'd know it was them.
Scary, huh?"

    "Who told you that?" I asked.

    "The Latinos, stupid. They know how it is and some of
them are from Peru so they know. Jorge's old man fucked over
a lot of people and they're out to get him, and they will,
and his whole family. Glad I'm not a relative. Shit."

    So, I thought, that was what really happened. Marcelino
had nothing to do with it, but he and I would definitely
benefit.

    Over the next few days, everyone was questioned by one
of a dozen or so investigators in suits. Some showed FBI
identity cards, others didn't show anything. We all figured
they had to be CIA what with this being an international
matter.

    I did fine with my negatives across the board and was
out in a few minutes. Benny broke down and admitted finding
the body but didn't mention Joey or me. Later he told me
they could see how nervous he was so he had to tell them
something. He used my "just seeing what it was like empty"
excuse for wandering about inside the school. They checked
out his whereabouts at the time of the murder and let him
off. The Academy didn't though. He got to clean out all the
school hallways with a scrub brush.

    The Latinos were questioned in more depth, especially
the older ones. Marcelino was in the room with two Spanish
speaking men for over an hour but then released.

    The following night, we got together well after lights
out under the covers of his top bunk. He was already naked
when I slid in.

    "I missed you very much," he whispered between kisses
on my cheek and nose as he embraced me in a way I'd never
allowed before. The truth was that, though I probably didn't
realize it directly, I felt very comfortable in his arms and
enjoyed experiencing his affection. After a few moments, he
reached down and untied my pajama bottoms. I pushed them
down to my knees. Marcelino slid down my body, kissing my
chest and tummy as he went and took my already very stiff
cock into his hot little mouth. It was much better than
Walter or any of the others who'd done it before. Marcelino
loved me.

    A little later, my dick completely inside his rectum,
my hand gripped in his, he said it. "I love you, Neville. I
really do."

    Any other time or person and I'd have smacked him and
ordered him to "shut up". Instead, I put my arms around him
and fucked gently, luxuriating in the physical and emotional
warmth of his soft, brown body.

    I don't think I ever hit another kid again after that
night. That's not to say I was the most agreeable person
around, just that within a short time, there was no more
fear in the eyes of others as I neared them.

    Marcelino taught me the basics of speaking and writing
Spanish along with helping me improve my schoolwork to a
point that I even scored the occasional unassisted ninety
something on a test.

    Sean wasn't around me that much to notice the change in
demeanor but Benny sure was. For a while he just frowned
when I let minor possible slights go by with no reaction.
But finally, perhaps nine months after the murder of Jorge
De La Cruz, on a relatively warm spring afternoon before
dinner, Benny walked with me up the forested hill in front
of the administration building.

    He was silent for the longest time then stopped and
leaned against a tree, a strained look on his face, his
teeth resting on his sucked in lower lip. His eyes wandered
everywhere but toward mine.

    I began to worry some seriously bad had or was about to
happen.

    "What's wrong?" I asked.

    He heaved a hard sigh. "Shit, nothing, shit. Are you a
fag Nevie? I'm not gonna say anything, and you're still my
brother an' all but, well, are you?"

    The old reactions kicked in. "Who said that? That's
bullshit! Who said it?"

    "Nobody said anything, well, not really. Shit. It's
just that you're always hanging around with that Marcelino
like you two are, well, you know, shit."

    The anger flowed out of me like a good, long fart. I
honestly didn't feel there was any homosexual aspect to my
relationship with Marcelino. After all, he kissed me, I
didn't kiss him. He sucked me and took my dick up his ass,
not vice versa. I did hold him occasionally but friends
could do that. It occurred to me that my effectively
friendless brother was jealous.

    "So?" he insisted.

    "That's stupid, Benny. Just `cause I'm friends with one
doesn't make me one. You jealous `cause I gotta a friend and
you don't?"

    That stiffened his back. "Shit, that's really stupid,
Nevie. I got lots of friends and I don't hang around with
any fags. You're the one's doing that. Shit! You still
didn't answer. Are you?"

    "No, I'm no fag. I fuck him. He doesn't fuck me. And
I've seen Walter with you guys of plenty of times so you
hang with a fag too. And name me one kid who's your friend,
your real friend who talks to you and helps you with your
homework without you're gonna kick his ass if he doesn't." I
was feeling better every moment about my relationship with
Marcelino.

    "Shit, what about Joey and Henry and, shit." He stopped
and looked at my chin rather than my eyes.  "And we don't
hang with Walter, he's always following us around so we fuck
him. Sean's fucked him a couple times. He likes it. Shit."

    I remained quiet, resisting an urge to hug my brother.
"Well, I'm your friend," just sort of slipped between my
lips. The urge overcame me. I took three steps, the distance
between us, and put my arms around him, lightly at first.
When he didn't jerk away as I expected, I embraced him
tightly.

    "Shit, Nevie," he barely whispered. "I just had to ask.
You know."

    We sat on the leaves and the green shoots of fresh
grass coming up through them and discussed why it was easier
to be friends than fight with everybody. We were late for
dinner and had to wash dishes.

    So you don't get the wrong idea, there was no great
change in Benny's behavior toward others but we spent more
time together, sometimes even with Marcelino along.

    What finally cooled Benny was a girl from the school
down the road. Apparently she loved muscle boys and Benny
was definitely one of them. He'd improved his already
impressive body with workouts at the gym which increased
once he realized what the young lady found most attractive
about him. Benny told me she refused to allow herself to be
screwed but gave incredibly erotic blow jobs and "damn near
sucks my tonsils out when she kisses". He admitted that
although she liked the muscles, she preferred they be used
in sports rather that as weapons to hurt others

    Over the next few years, Marcelino never mentioned
Jorge De La Cruz but I still had the occasional thought that
he might have done the deed. Finally, one late summer
afternoon when we were both fourteen and I'd just finished
screwing him standing up against a tree, I asked him.

    We were sitting on a bed of leaves and pine needles,
still naked from the waist down, my adolescent cock slowly
softening. Marcelino was carefully wiping the Vaseline off
it.

    "Remember Jorge De La Cruz?" I inquired. He didn't take
his eyes off my softly bloated penis.

    I took a breath and continued, "Did you, I mean, ."

    Before I could finish, Marcelino sat up, kissed me on
the cheek and said softly, "I used a baseball bat on him."

                           THE END