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The author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster into a new roster comprised old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.
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The Seeds of War
by Chance.
Together,
they were all a gang of boys.
None of them younger than eleven or
older than fourteen.
Not a regular gang of boys familiar with each
other, but a spontaneous group that had suddenly formed on neutral
ground.
Tribe
less boys with skinned knees, running urgently.
A pecking order
had already started to evolve.
The cruel and clever on top and the
weak and defenseless on the bottom.
It holds together because this
is how it is supposed to be.
As
if on a mission n a mission in some unknown war, they all head down
an alley between two old buildings.
Broken glass and rusty nails
crunch under their shoes.
Boys must go where they will be
invisible.
They gather in alleys, basements, in the woods or
abandoned houses and along the railroad tracks.
This is the boy
empire as old as time itself.
They are concealed because out in the open they attract those that would try to break them up.
They
know that groups of boys are reckless, volatile and unpredictable .
Everyone knows that boys steal, invent weapons, employ schemes
and start revolutions.
Two boys stop, quickly look at each other and without saying a word, they know that they are thinking exactly the same thoughts.
They would never put words to it but they feel it, "I am running with the pack. I am anonymous because I am inside of it. In my gut, there is a tingling ball of excitement because I know that something is going to happen."
Safely
out of sight of all that would correct, restrain or admonish them,
they push and shove each other.
Body language, foul words and
insults elevates or degrades all in the group to their deserved
places.
A pretender is knocked down and another takes his place.
One
boy boldly pisses on the wall and another joins in.
They turn,
self confidently making faces.
Defiantly,
they smile and smirk at the others.
The leader is the one that
displays bravado and fearlessness.
One boy, seeking acceptance and approval vows to the leader and then another and another.
A
boy, not necessarily the oldest, displays his cock.
He has been
gifted with early puberty and his cock erects before their eyes is
joined by another.
They merge their power instead of
competing.
They confidently display themselves.
The
others battle among themselves to see who is going to be the
underdog, the loser, the disgraced one.
Like the leader that rises
effortless to the top, the loser resists, tumbles and falls to the
bottom.
“Who
is the weakest? Who takes shit without fighting back?” Who
among us is the faggot?
If you are the one, you will surely be
found out.”
One cries out.“Suck my dick!"
One
boy shows fear that he might be singled out and just because of
this,..he is.
Not necessarily the smallest, he becomes the one to
be sacrificed.
With boys on either side and in back, he is offered
up to the cocky one.
They force him to his knees in front of the
smiling boy with the stiff cock.
These
boys do the leader's dirty work so that they will be spared.
Like
yin and yang, the victor and the loser are brought together.
The
leader and the loser are eyed with dread fascination and together
they create a lurid drama.
Squirming,
eyes pinched shut, penis rubbed on tightly scrunched lips and
laughter from the others becomes tense.
A climber says "Hold
his nose shut so's he can't breathe."
A long minute goes by
until the red-faced loser gasps for air.
The hard dick is pushed
into his open mouth.
"Ha, ha, ha, look at the cocksucker!"
A
boner partially sheathed in dirty underwear penetrates his whole
mouth.
Resistance, position in the group and self esteem flows out
of him like water down a drain.
He
has given in; he's accepted the role of the victim and he looks up at
laughing faces.
No longer does he try to run away but instead,
embraces the experience and opens his mouth wider.
The
bold boy with the big cock is pushed out of the way and another boy
moves up to take his place.
Dirty hands with dirty finger nails
hold penises of all different sizes.
Out of the corner of his eye, the loser sees an impatient boy jerking off until he ejaculates into the air.
One
by one each has a try, some more successful than others but all claim
superiority over the cocksucker.
In ruins, he looks up and sees
only their backs as they walk away.
The word about him will spread like wild fire.
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