Howdy Doody

The Program III

Mark's New Home

Chapters 3-4

Chapter Three

The weekend came faster than Mark was hoping it would and he found himself at his new school in Turin for an orientation weekend. Mark along with Adell and Stavros flew into Turin on a private charter, and it didn't take the school's Administration long to figure out that Stavros wasn't your average parent.

Stavros's original plan was to set Mark up in a cottage very close to the school and he would be a day student, living with Adell. Mark's brothers had done it this way before him, and his Father automatically assumed he would make those arrangements again. The school balked at the idea. They had no day students and for them to allow Mark to do this would create a domino effect on the other boys who might want to do the same. Turin was a boarding school, and the Administration wanted to keep it that way. Stavros had spent a great deal of time researching Turin for Mark, he knew the school to be a good one, he also knew they were extremely liberal when it came to raising boys. A compromise was struck between the school and Stavros and Mark would attend school as a boarder Monday through Friday, and live with Adell on the weekends in the cottage. Adell was not happy with the compromise.

The original plan was to hire two Italian girls to cook and clean, those plans now went out the window, because Adell spoke no Italian and wasn't about to sit in Italy with no one to talk to all week long. The Italian girls were replaced by an unmarried girl from the house staff at Corfu and Stavros patted himself on the back for avoiding a full blown revolt by Adell who was quite ready to get back on the plane with Mark and return to Greece. Stavros ran his business, Adell ran his house and if she wasn't happy, nobody was going to be happy including Stavros.

At school, Mark would be living in a dormitory with his entire eighth grade class of 30 boys. The boys were all 12 to 13 and, like Mark, most were foreign students. The dormitory was actually a large house and the boys lived 6 to a room on the top floor, the bottom floor was the living quarters for the house staff. The second floor was a recreation area and study area. The house was being repainted as Mark was shown around, he thought it was nice, Adell was unimpressed.

The dormitory parents were a married couple with 3 of their own children, two boys attended school there and their little girl was still too young to attend school yet. The woman took care of house, the man was a teacher at the school, he taught grade 10.

The school has a large campus that was a former Seminary and it has an International reputation for putting out very well educated boys, most of which went on to University. It also has an extremely liberal policy when it comes to the boys' social interaction as long as they keep it mutually acceptable and keep it discreet.

Turin took in boys from age 6 and they were segregated by grade. School policy forbid interaction between grades except for school functions and some sports. Mark would be living, eating, learning and sleeping with the same boys throughout the school year, as would every grade in the school. The school staff was International, and the official language was Italian which all boys were taught in. It was the major reason the boys attended.

By mid afternoon the tour was finished and it was time to visit Adell's cottage. Stavros had found a large 3 bedroom house located between the school and the city for Mark. Adell's mood was grey knowing she was going to be sitting there Monday through Friday without Mark to take care for. It certainly wasn't going over as well as Stavros had hoped it would. Flying home the next day, Stavros was deep in thought about finding ways to appease Adell.

By the following Wednesday, Mark and Alexander were re-boarding the ship in Kerkyra for the overnight trip to Crete. Stavros owned a house that was a bit smaller than the house on Corfu, but it was also the house he was born in. It was a very special place to both Stavros and Adell.

Mark had no idea what Hania would be like, but he did know the ship by now and he also knew that the ship actually docked at the house in Hania instead of in a shipyard as it did on Corfu. The ship was a magnet for both boys, and they both wanted to sleep on the ship as much as possible. As the ship slipped out of the harbor at Kerkyra, Alexander's and Mark's shorts slipped off the boys' bodies. They were back at sea and no one but the fish saw the boys now. Adell and Stavros smiled as two round bare well tanned asses showed in the sunlight as both boys leaned against the ship's railing watching the dolphin playing in the bow waves.

The trip from the top of Greece to Crete ran passed island after island in the Ionian chain, and during the day, the Captain kept the ship as close as he could to show Mark. Alexander had seen the sight many times, but he never tired of it and stayed with Mark telling his brother which island he was looking at, and even some of the larger hotels and resorts they passed along the way. Stavros sailed the yacht extensively, and at every opportunity Alexander and now Mark was aboard.

The ship docked at Hania amid some confusion on Mark's part. As the boys always did, they followed the ship's progress on both the GPS transmitters they had as well as on the charts. Stavros was on the charts! The house in Hania was actually in Akrotiri, in a village named Stavros 15 km from Hania. Stavros's Father named him after the village, the boy was conceived there.

"Was the town named after you?" Mark asked his Father as he studied the chart.

Stavros laughed. "No, the village has been here for hundreds of years. My Father gave me its name when I was born," he told his son. Mark had never heard of any parent naming their child after a town or city.

As on Corfu, the house over looked the sea but it also over looked the ship docked in front of the property. The house itself wasn't as big as the house on Corfu, but it was the biggest house Mark had seen going up the coast for an hour or so. Unlike Corfu, the house was not surrounded by Olive groves, but the property Stavros controlled around the house was just as extensive. If you could see his house, you were on his property or out at sea. Stavros was not the richest man on Crete, but he was on a very short list! With their Father's approval, both boys elected to sleep on the ship that first night and after dinner, Stavros and Adell went ashore after Adell put the boys to bath and bed.

"If I told you a secret, would you promise not to tell anybody ever?" Alexander asked his brother as both boys laid in the bed looking out at the empty beach in front of their stateroom.

Mark looked over to his brother. "A secret?" he asked.

"Yes, nobody knows anything about it, and I don't want Poppa or Nana to know," Alexander said as he turned in the bed facing Mark.

"Why not? Mark asked him.

"I have a girl," Alexander replied.

Mark looked at him a little surprised. "What are you talking about? What girl?" he asked.

"You promise not to tell?" he asked.

Mark didn't have a clue in the world what Alexander was talking about, but getting himself into trouble with Stavros or Adell was foremost on his mind. "You already told me that we can't keep a secret from Nana, she already knows everything we do. So why wouldn't she know your secret too?" Mark asked his brother.

"I met her on the beach with Nicky and she's never been to the house," Alexander responded.

"With Nicky? How long ago?" Mark asked.

"Two years ago when I first came to Hania," Alexander told his brother.

"So what's the secret?" Mark asked.

"She has my ring, we're going steady," Alexander told him.

"Really?" asked Mark.

To adults, 'Going Steady' means very little to nothing. In the life of a boy who can only fantasize about getting into a girl's pants or wrapping his hands around their tits, "Going steady" is the Holy Grail. If the girl takes your ring, you have license to fuck her tits off. Mark was now being told that his brother had a real live girl to fuck, and she would actually take off her pants for him willingly. This kind of shit had little boys blistering their dicks overnight after night if they didn't have a brother to assist!

"You fucked her?" Mark asked.

"Sure. Why do you think we're going steady?" Alexander replied.

"And you really don't think Poppa and Nana know about it?" Mark asked his brother.

Alexander shook his head.

"What about the girl that Nana has for you to marry?" Mark asked.

Alexander shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know her, I know Claudia," he said to his brother. "Besides, I'm not getting married; I'm just going steady with her,"

Mark now heard the name for the first time.

"You won't say anything right?" Alexander asked.

Mark shook his head. He knew that Nana could read his pee, he thought that Nana could read his balls, and he was told by his brother that Nana knew everything. Now, he was told that Nana was clueless. Mark wasn't so sure, but he was honor bound to keep silent.

Laying there deep in thought Mark remembered a few key points in the conversation and wanted to explore them. "What's it like fucking a girl?" he asked his brother.

Alexander thought about the question for a few seconds. "It's the same as fucking, but they're softer," he responded.

"What do you mean softer, what's softer?" Mark asked.

"Their tits are softer, their bellies are softer, their pussies are softer, their asses are softer, everything is softer," Alexander replied.

The response again confused Mark. His brother was soft, his Father was soft, Michael, Steven, Aaron, Alex, Conner and Sean were soft. Mark never had sex with anybody that was 'hard', so what the hell did 'soft' mean? "So you're going to fuck her again?" Mark asked.

"Maybe tomorrow if I can get her to the beach," Alexander replied.

Mark now knew Alexander's infatuation with Hania and at 13 years of age he didn't fully appreciate his brother's exuberance. He didn't know who this 'Claudia' was, but she did impact on his life, Mark had wanted to get it on with his brother that night, but he didn't want to be a "stand in" for her in his brother's mind while he was doing it. When Mark had sex with someone, it was with the person either on top or under him. Mark did not want to be a "Stand in" for anybody!

Morning came and Mark was up before Adell came back on board the ship. As he was taking a shower Adell came in and he handed her the washcloth. "You are up very early today!" she said as she poured a bunch of shampoo on his head and lathered him up. "We had an early night Nana," he responded.

"Who's sick?" the woman asked.

"Sick? Nobody's sick!" Mark said to her.

"If neither one of you is sick, either you had a fight or something's wrong!" she told Mark. "Did you fight?" she asked the boy.

"Nana, what could we possibly fight about? of course we didn't fight. We just went to sleep," he told her.

Alexander now came into the bath room and after going to the toilet climbed into the shower with Mark. He had heard the conversation between the two, and he also knew from past experience that the woman smelled a rat and was on the trail. "Mark and I want to go to the beach today," he told the woman. "Does Poppa have anything planned?" he asked.

"No, not for today, but tomorrow Nicholas is coming home and he expects the both of you there," she told him. The news of Nicholas's return briefly relieved the situation for Alexander, but only briefly.

Stavros had miles of beaches on his property, most of them had caves along the waters edge and some even had small coves much like the Grotto on Corfu. "Which beach are you going to?" The woman asked Alexander.

"I wanted to show Mark Stavros Beach," Alexander said. By this time, Mark is sitting on the floor of the shower listening to the conversation as Adell was holding Mark's foot in her hand as she washed his leg with a soapy washcloth. At the mention of 'Stavros Beach' Mark felt a decided increase in pressure on his foot coming from Adell's hand.

"There are miles and miles of beaches right around this boat and you want to go to a public beach?" Adell said as she bore down on Mark's leg.

"There are lots of people there Nana, our beaches are deserted," Alexander responded.

"And these people, do I know them?" Adell asked.

"Nobody knows them Nana, they're just people on the beach!"

The next 15 minutes was probably the quietest Mark had known in a long time unless he was asleep. Adell did not speak and Alexander did not speak. Mark's shower was finished and Adell washed Alexander.

Finally, Adell did speak. "Do you remember at school when the boys would sneak off to meet the girls?" she asked him. "Do you remember how you thought that the school did not know what you were all doing?" Alexander remembered. Adell reached into her pocket and brought out a box of condoms and handed them to Alexander. "You do not have to sneak your way around here Alexander, your Poppa and I have known about Claudia from the very beginning," she told Alexander. "Just remember, you are Stavros's son and there are very many girls who would be more than happy to have your baby,"

Alexander was stung. "I wasn't sneaking, and besides Claudia isn't going to have a baby, I don't even see her that often," he said very defensively.

Adell put down the washcloth and sat on the rim of the tub looking directly at the boy. "When you call Claudia from Nice, why are you using your friend's phones, and when your friends call their girlfriends, why are they using yours?" she asked him.

Alexander had no quick answer, he didn't even know she knew about the phone scam all the boys arranged to keep in touch with their pals without letting their parents know about it. Adell didn't bother to wait for a reply, she had the shotgun loaded now and she was giving him both barrels. "How many times do you think it takes to make a girl pregnant?" Again, Alexander said nothing, he stared down at his feet. "Alexander, after three years, you have to know how much your Poppa and I love and trust you, don't you love us back enough to be truthful with us?"

Mark remembered seeing Jimmy crying at 14 years of age in Danamora, now he was looking at a 15 year old who was on the very edge of losing it. For Alexander's sake Mark was extremely uncomfortable. "If I had a secret girlfriend Nana, it wouldn't mean that I didn't love you and Poppa too," he told his Governess. Alexander said nothing, he just shook his head "No" as his head lifted and he met Adell eyes. Adell had felt betrayed and used when she walked into the bathroom, now with Alexander standing before her, her anger and hurt took a back seat to the boys obvious agony. It took a damned long time before the two separated with Adell now soaking wet from holding Alexander and as she got back to the stateroom she sat down in the rocking chair and had Alexander sit on her lap. Mark put on a pair of shorts and slipped out of the room and up to the Boat Deck. Adell and Alexander had a lot of fence mending to do and it would take the better part of the morning before the two of them re-emerged on deck.

Alexander's 'Secret' life with Claudia ended. They remained going steady until just after school started when she told him she had met a boy from Athens and gave him back his ring. Alexander always made sure Adell knew when the two were going out and she always made sure he had a condom or two in his pocket. From Alexander's standpoint, the confrontation with Adell in the shower that morning was the cement that permanently bonded him to his brother. He didn't have the faintest clue how to tell the woman he never intended to betray her trust in him, and Mark's comment took him out of the frying pan and back into Adell's good graces.

That night, Mark wanted to know all about Nicholas, and the two talked for hours. By 11:00 they were through talking and Mark was back where he wanted to be; with his brother on top of him looking down on him and slowly kissing his face. Many things could be faked Mark knew, but the look of love his brother had in his eyes were beyond the possibility of being faked, and he never wanted it to end. Adell didn't ask either boy what was wrong the next morning, she didn't get the chance to wash them until well after 9:30.

Nicholas flew into Hania with everybody there to meet him at the airport. Getting off the plane, Mark studied him. Mark by this time had seen thousands of photographs of his brother going back 5 years, and in most of them, he was with Alexander and usually naked either on the beach, on the ship or at the pool. Now in person, he didn't see him naked, but he did see a striking figure that looked older than the pictures. Nicholas was now 18 and headed to College in the Fall. In December, he and his fiancée would be married on Corfu and take the ship to the Canary Islands for their honeymoon. Upon their return, they would return to England where Nicholas would continue his education while his bride would prepare for the birth of the baby. Stavros and Adell had it all planned out.

Nicholas met Adell first as he lifted her off the ground and kissed her on both cheeks and then two small kisses on the lips. Putting her down, Stavros was next in the reception line and the cheek kissing was history. Stavros held his son's face in his hands and planted one on him that surprised even Adell. Wrapping his arms around Alexander, Nicholas then took his brother off his feet and kissed him on both sides of Alexander's neck as the two hugged. As Nicholas put his brother back down on his feet, he turned him around and held him into his chest and approached Mark. Extending a hand, he said hello. "Nana told me you were very Greek and very handsome, she didn't lie," he said as he shook Mark's hand and bent down and kissed him on the lips. The reaction from the woman present told Mark he was once again changing colors. Nicholas just smiled as he kissed the top of Alexander's head. There was a definite bond between the two and Mark could see it very plainly.

Introductions were made to Mark for his brother's fiancée and her Mother. She also brought along two Aunts. Nicholas had been in England preparing the couple's new apartment, and his fiancée was generally in Paris shopping for clothing. When she wasn't doing that, she was back in Greece at her parents' house making plans for the wedding which by Greek standards, was going to be a medium sized affair. In all there would probably be 200 or so people there, not large by Greek standards.

As the people greeted and talked, Mark did a lot of observing. Nicholas's fiancée was a very good looking girl, she had long black hair and big round dark eyes. She was about 5 inches shorter than Nicholas and always seemed to have a smile on her face. Rarely did she let go of Nicholas's hand and the two seemed to be a very good looking couple. Her Birthday was in February so when she finally gave birth to her first child in September, Maria would be 13 years old. Alexander wasn't bullshitting him he thought to himself as he wondered what Kindergarten his future bride was now playing in.

Mark also studied Maria's Mother and Aunts. Mark guessed that Maria's Mother was about 25 or 30 and looked a lot like her daughter. The Aunts however were considerably older and both wore very plain black dresses that made them look even older. Alexander had explained to Mark that these women attended Maria and were in effect, her bodyguards along with Maria's Mother. Where ever Maria went with Nicholas they followed behind as chaperones. Maria was a virgin, and she would remain a virgin until her wedding night. They were there to see to it that no hanky panky occurred and they took their responsibilities very seriously. On the other hand, once Maria was married, they would hold her down and open her legs for Nicholas if that's what it took to fertilize her egg and produce a baby for her husband. Mark was very happy he was a boy in Greece rather than a girl.

Mark learned after lunch that Maria and her family would be staying on the ship during their 4 day stay and he and Alexander would have to move to the house. No males could sleep within Maria's reach, not even the 'Children'. Mark didn't mind all that much and besides, Maria slept with her Mother at all times so it wasn't as if he would have the opportunity to jump her bones if he had the desire to (Which at 13 he did not).

"What do you think of her?" Alexander said as the two boys retreated to their room in the house.

"Isn't she a little young to be getting married?" Mark asked.

"Not in Greece. Her Mother was 12 when she had Maria!" Alexander told his brother. Mark's eyebrows rose. So did a lump in his shorts. "She had Maria's sister 9 months later, and then her brother was born before her Mother turned 15. Maria is old by her family's standards," Alexander said. Mark needed to adjust his shorts. Alexander watched as Mark shifted his penis. "Yea, that's what I said when I first heard about it," he said as he grinned at Mark.

The four day stay for Maria and her family went by quickly while Mark and Alexander largely played on the property with Mark's new motor scooter. Alexander had his own and eventually the two boys traveled from one end of Akrotiri to the other. Mark's relationship with Nicholas grew into a 'Big Brother' situation. Nicholas was older, much more mature, much more serious and much more inclined to never bring up the past despite the fact that Nicholas never gave up his ring. As they all did, the boys had the rings cut off twice a year and resized, but Nicholas always put it back on. Mark was always curious about that, but never received an explanation from Nicholas and never pressed for one either. Nicholas had told Mark very early on that The Program was a 'Closed Chapter' in his life and Mark respected his older brother's wishes.

Once Maria went back to Corfu, Mark and Alexander returned to the ship to sleep. They took a few day trips around Crete with the whole family but for the most part, Mark and Alexander were found zipping down the beach on the Vespas in front of the yacht, or meeting with other Island kids on Stavros Beach. Claudia was almost always there, and Alexander had full pockets of condoms from Adell. None went to waste except the ones Mark tried on to see how they 'Fit'

Way before either boy wanted it to happen, the ship sailed back to Corfu with both boys leaning against the ship's railing on the stern watching Crete disappear over the horizon. Adell took the picture; it hangs in Stavros's office in a very large frame, bare butts and all.

The following week, the ship was once more boarded for the trip back to Monte Carlo. Alexander would be dropped of at his school in Nice and Adell and Mark would continue on to Turin with Stavros and set themselves up for the school year. Leaving Corfu, Mark was on an adventure. He was going to yet another new place and Adell would be there for him on weekends. He didn't know what the school would be like although Alexander seemed to be having one hell of a romp in his, but he wasn't afraid of going off and living with a group of boys, it was really nothing new to him.

Alexander on the other hand was in one hell of a funk. He liked his school well enough, and he would know the greater majority of the other students there. This was his 3rd year at school, and once the new boys got over their homophobia (If they hadn't been to a boarding school before) they would all be right back in each other's pants in extremely short order. Alexander would turn 16 in April, and that was the magic year when all little boys who fucked their way through childhood threw off the old ways and only liked and fucked girls. Alexander wasn't buying it, at least not at 15 and a half. He had no desire to get married, and was quite happy romping with his friends and his brother Mark; Especially his brother Mark. The relationship between the two was very nearly instantaneous. The two boys didn't need to explain anything to each other; they knew how they felt, and how the other one felt. There were no fights; they had nothing to fight about. Alexander didn't know if he was the one protecting Mark, or if it was the other way around despite the fact that Alexander was almost two years older. Best of all, in bed, they were one.

The trip back to Monte Carlo by ship was just over two days and on the last night out it was an early bed time for both boys after baths. Up until that time, Alexander was fairly happy and the noise level showed it from both boys. By Bath time Adell didn't need to be told that Alexander was doing much too much thinking and brooding. "One of the reasons Poppa chose Turin for Mark was because it is very close to Nice," she told the boys as she shampooed Alexander's hair. "It can be driven in three hours, and there will be many weekends when you can come and visit us Alexander."

The boy hadn't heard that before. "How many weekends?" Alexander asked.

"Once we get settled in, you can come every weekend if the weather permits," she told him. Alexander smiled for the first time in a few hours.

With the boys tucked into bed, Adell returned to the Lounge where Stavros was reading some paperwork from the office. Listening to Adell, he also heard about the weekend trips for the first time. "I've spent a great deal of money to move Alexander's teacher away from him, and now he's going to be right back with him?" Stavros asked.

"Alexander's teacher can tutor Mark during the week. He doesn't have to be around Mark during the weekends when Alexander will be there," she replied.

"And you also think that keeping them together is going to make the separation all that much easier in April for both of them?" he asked.

"The separation will take place when a girl picks up her dress for Alexander and his cock sticks up higher than it does for Mark. Maybe it'll come in April, maybe it'll come in September but it will come when he's ready to give up his brother and not before," Stavros laughed more to himself than at the woman's remark. Adell was blunt when it came to matters sexual, he got used to it since before he could remember.

Adell's new information also created a new logistical problem for Stavros. How was he going to get the boy transported? Since Adell would be living outside the city of Turin between the city and the school, she would need transportation. Mark would also need transportation on the weekends. Since the housekeeper from Corfu drove, it was decided to buy her a car to do the driving. Stavros was back on the phone.

As the ship approached Corsica, the deck lights went out and the ship was in complete darkness except for the glow from the ship's navigation lights. With the owners now either asleep or very nearly so, the crew had put the ship's lights out and it plowed through the sea on its way to Monte Carlo.

Mark and Alexander nestled into the sheets as Adell gave each boy a hug and a kiss and turned out the lights as she left the stateroom. Both boys laid there with their hands on the back of their heads watching the shadows the water was making on the ceiling of the stateroom from the reflection of the moonlight. They talked for probably 15 or 20 minutes, mostly about what Alexander had experienced when he first went off to boarding school. From the description, Mark figured he was on his way to an orgy. The thought didn't depress him one bit but it did tent the sheet. When the deck lights went out it was pitch black for several seconds, and then the images on the ceiling came back, but this time, they seemed to have more light intensity to them. Almost glowing like neon. Both boys sat there for a few minutes watching the ceiling almost transfixed when a tap came on the door. It wasn't Adell, because if it was the door would have opened almost immediately. "Come in," said Alexander. It was the First Officer. "The Captain told me to tell you that we're in Saint Elmo's fire Alexander."

Scaring the living shit out of Mark, Alexander bolted from the bed and ran outside to the railing. Mark heard the word "Fire" and saw his brother running naked out the sliding glass doors to the ship's railing. "Do we have to go to the lifeboats?" he asked the First Officer.

The First Officer laughed. "No, just go see what your brother is doing," he said as he closed the door behind him. Mark got up from the bed and walked over to where his brother was.

"Watch!" said Alexander as he stood looking down over the rail. Mark looked down at the ship and watched as the water passed by. It was green, it was blue, it was flashing as it went by the hull and when it flashed, it illuminated the hull with light. Light was actually coming from bubbles in the water. Mark had never seen anything like it in his life. "Holy shit, what the fuck is going on!" he asked.

"It's Saint Elmo's Fire!" Alexander said as he turned to Mark with the biggest boner Mark had ever seen on him.

"C'mon!" Alexander said as he took Mark by the hand and started to run towards the back of the ship. As he ran with his brother Mark saw different parts of the ship, the railings, the mast and funnel and the railing of the ship shimmered with a green looking lightening. To Mark, it was like they were watching some kind of special effect in a horror movie. Both boys reached the stern railing as several crewmen heard the boys coming and moved to give the boys room directly at the back of the ship. As Mark and Alexander reached the railing and clung to it, the wake of the ship was aglow in green neon illumination. Looking straight down from the stern, they could see the swirls in the water made by the ship's props as it pushed the boat forward. Mark looked at his hand that he held over the water. He could see the reflected light bounce off his skin. This was light, and it was coming from the water. It was bright enough to read a book from.

"The Captain wants to know if you want to touch it," the First Officer asked as he walked to the stern.

"Yes!" Alexander said as he once again took Mark by the hand and went forward through the Main Salon down to the Galley. As the boys moved to the Galley, Mark felt the ship stopping in mid ocean. Two crewmen opened a massive outer door and it swung open almost at sea level. The drop to the water was still about two feet, and Alexander laid down on the floor and told Mark to do the same as two crewmen held onto each boy's feet. "Watch this!" Alexander exclaimed as he dropped his arms and hands to the water and swished his hands back and forth in the water. Mark watched as his brother's hands dipped into the water and they illuminated a glowing green. Alexander then moved his hands back and forth and the water created a pattern of his hands in a glowing green as if they were caught in a strobe light. Mark had seen these kinds of images before, but they were always at Rock shows back in America like the ones at Saratoga, or Tanglewood, or the Music Inn in Lenox. What he was seeing came from an acid trip. But neither boy was on drugs.

These images came from no mechanical or chemical means, they were coming from the water and Mark was mesmerized. Dropping his arms and hands down to the water, Mark copied his brother's movements as the bubbles in their hands seemed alive. The only thing that kept Mark on the ship was the crewman holding onto his ankles as he slipped lower and lower into the water and the bubbles reached almost to his elbows as they swirled around his arms and between his fingers. The only thing that stopped the boys about fifteen minutes later was the voice of the First Officer behind them.

"The Captain needs to move on Alexander, there are ships in back of us now who don't know what we are doing," he said as Alexander scooted himself back into the Galley on his stomach with the crewman still holding his ankles. Feeling hands around his waist that was already out the threshold, Mark was brought back into the ship and the outer doors were again closed. Mark heard the ship's engines as they once again moved the ship through the water, and by the time both boys arrived on the bridge, the Captain had her back on course.

As he sat down on the bench Mark had a million questions for the Captain and his first was how the water had light in it and where did it come from? For the next hour, the Captain fully explained Saint Elmo's Fire to him. Mark didn't completely understand all he was told, but he would see it again many times in passages on the ship and every time, he marveled at it.

Mark compared his experience to one he saw in Lake Placid with the Northern Lights. The Captain was very familiar with both phenomena and it was well past 2:00 in the morning before Mark and Alexander returned to the stateroom for the night.

Captain Sophis slowed the ship from 30 knots to 15 knots for the rest of the night, he knew that these two boys weren't getting up very early that morning and there was no big hurry to Monte Carlo. He also realized he had a boy on board who had a very inquisitive mind; a naked body, but an inquisitive mind. He smiled to himself remembering his own youth and the freedoms he too then enjoyed.

Mark returned to the stateroom with his brother and they crawled back into bed. Once again, the ship was gliding through the waves moving up and down by the bow and the motion was by now not only familiar to Mark but almost a tranquilizer. Mark had noticed that even after only a few days on the boat, when he left it he still felt like he was moving on the ship.

Next to him his brother curled himself in back of Mark. Alexander was ready for bed and putting Mark into a position he was very comfortable and familiar with. As his brother moved his arms around Mark's waist and his hands surrounded his groin, Mark placed his own hands over his brother's. Talk wasn't necessary; they knew each other all to well. This would be one of the last opportunities for Alexander to make love with his brother and as his penis was bathed in the heat of Mark's body Alexander closed his eyes and savored every reaction he was receiving from his brother.

A tap on the door in the morning told Mark that Adell was on her way to the shower, and his first question was "Are we there yet?"

Adell opened the window curtains as she came back into the boy's stateroom. "No, the Captain slowed down the boat because he knew you two were not going to be very early risers!" she told the boy. Mark looked over to Alexander who was barely conscious. Alexander was most certainly older and bigger than Mark was, but looking into his brother's sleeping face, Mark saw a boy who was a lot closer to his own age instead of a teenager ready to go out and dazzle the girls with his brilliance. Mark kissed his brother's nose and then his lips as Alexander woke up. Oblivious to Adell's presence, Alexander wrapped his brother in his arms and rolled him on top of him. "Enough play!" the woman said as she spanked Mark on the buttocks lightly. "Alexander, we will be in port in an hour, it's time to shower and have breakfast."

"Nana, can we shower alone this morning?" Alexander asked his Governess.

Normally the woman would deny the request; it was her responsibility and her job to bathe the boys. "You think that I would be shocked by your carrying on?" she said to the boy. Alexander didn't respond directly, he wasn't about to have sex with his brother in front of the woman, but he did want to do it. "Please," he said. Adell thought about it briefly. "It's not like the two of you are never going to see each other again, you will be back in bed with each other in two or three weeks," she told him. "Please," Alexander again said. Patting Mark once again on the ass, she said "You have 30 minutes to get to breakfast," and left the room closing the door behind her.

Mark's head lifted off his brother's chest as he stared into Alexander's face. "I didn't think she was going to let us do it," he said as he lowered his face to his brother's and kissed him. Lowering his hands to Mark's knees Alexander pulled his brother's legs alongside his body and Mark was now sitting on his brother's stomach. "Nana will talk about sex, but she won't stick around if she knows we're going to do it," Alexander said. "When Nicky and I didn't want to get up in the morning, we'd just tell her we were connected and she'd go away for a little while," Alexander said as both boys started to giggle.

As they settled back down, Mark once again leaned forward and kissed his brother. Mark usually didn't kiss the boys he was having sex with, but Alexander seemed to have a very special talent for it. His lips were very full and usually moist and they were as soft as any girl's he thought. Alexander had received plenty of practice, the boys in his school used each other constantly to practice the art of French kissing and Mark figured Alexander got an "A" in the class. As they finished Mark closed his eyes and sat back as his brother entered him. It was now up to Alexander to bring him to orgasm, something he also got an "A" in.

When the ship docked in Monte Carlo, a car and a van awaited. Coming on board a man from Nice was there and gave the keys to the rental van to the First Officer and the keys and papers to the car as well. Phoning ahead, Stavros had purchased a Mercedes Sedan for the maid. Sitting at the breakfast table, Stavros handed her the keys. "You will drive us to Nice and Turin, I want to see how well you drive," he told the very surprised girl as he pointed to the car. This was the first she heard of her doing any driving.

Stavros liked this particular girl very much. She was presented to him for employment by her Father who owned a small hotel on the Island. She began working for Stavros just past her 15th Birthday and Stavros had accepted the girl, as he had done 2 or 3 times for previous girls, as his Ward. Being just 15, she was his responsibility to look after and see to it that no ill came of her. Her name is Emily. Now, almost two years later, the girl was growing into a fine looking young girl and was very happy working for Stavros.

At that point, Alexander and Mark arrived at the table with Adell staring intently at Alexander who was still naked. Mark had put on a pair of underwear. Being naked on the ship wasn't new to the boys at sea, but in port it was usually handled with at least a pair of shorts or underpants. However, this was Monte Carlo, and just about every kid on a ship was bare assed naked and most women were topless so what was the difference? "Is that how you're going to school?" Adell asked Alexander. The boy looked down at his penis. "It's the new style this year Nana," he said to her jokingly. Picking up her coffee she said to Stavros "I think he is getting younger, not older," Stavros smiled. He loved it when the two of them bantered back and forth; it showed him all was right in the world. At least for now.

With breakfast out of the way, Adell and Emily retreated with the boys to their stateroom to dress them for the trip while the crew loaded the van with the luggage. For probably the first time in months Alexander once again lifted his leg up to put on a pair of underpants being held by the girl. It always signified a return to school for him. Rarely did he put them on preferring shorts or nothing at all. By 11:00 they were on the road.

Alexander's school impressed Mark, it was more modern looking than he imagined it would be and his dormitory was immense. There were boys all over the campus and every one of them chattering away in French to each other. Mark didn't understand a word. He did understand the greetings most of them had when they saw each other for the first time. Handshakes were out the window. Mark figured out where his brother got all the kissing practice in within ten minutes of his arrival as he thought he was back in Greece. Two on the cheeks and one on the lips was the routine unless the boy didn't know you, and even then, you had him giving you two on the cheek.

In the dormitory Alexander showed Mark around. The dorm was a single room with two rows of beds on each side of the room with dressers between each bed. Privacy was non existent, even in the huge bathroom with about 10 toilets all lined up in a row. Half the toilets were bidets and Mark smiled at Alexander. Both boys had plenty of fun with these puppies in the past and Mark wondered if Turin would have them too.

The showers Mark noticed could probably hold the entire dorm of about 30 boys, and entering the room there were about five boys taking showers, oblivious to the presence of Adell, Emily or Stavros, who inspected it along with Mark. The most notable thing that Mark noticed was that there were underpants all over the shower floors. Alexander explained to Mark that few boys wore them, they were taken off when the boys first came and showered and wouldn't be put back on until it was time to go home for the Holidays.

With the tour over, Alexander had lunch in Nice with the family and then it was time to part. As much as he damned well wanted to the 15 year old boy didn't shed tears, but he wasn't all that far away from them as he hugged and kissed first Adell and then his Father goodbye. Mark was last and if Stavros had any doubts about the two getting along, it was eradicated from his mind.

Wrapping his arms around Alexander's head and kissing him on the top of it, Stavros said "The car will be back for you in two weeks." Alexander took a quicker than normal exit from his family as he said "Goodbye Poppa," and turned and went into the dorm. It was a very quiet group returning to the car.

By 5:00 the group arrived at the cottage in Turin with Stavros approving Emily's driving although he thought she drove a bit slow. Mark would be starting school on Monday and Stavros would stay overnight and fly back to Monte Carlo. The van was unloaded and returned to the ship as Adell and the girl set up the house and put the clothes away. Dinner that night was at the Golden Palace Hotel and Adell decided she liked the place much better than the Plaza in New York. Mark's first day in Turin came to a crashing end in the car on the return to the cottage after dinner. The next morning he remembered hearing Adell ask Stavros a question, but he didn't remember hearing the answer. He fell sound asleep.

Mark awoke in the morning straddled across his Father as the man ran his hand up and down the center of his back. Mark moved his lower body over his Fathers legs and fell comfortably between his legs as the boy moved his hand back and forth through his Father's chest hair. "It's wet over there," Mark said as he opened his eyes and watched the man's chest rise and fall with his breathing. Stavros kissed his son on the top of the head. "So what's new?" he asked. Mark giggled. "Are you happy?" Stavros asked the boy. Mark smiled. He didn't verbally answer the man, he turned his face to his chest and kissed him very gently on his nipple. Stavros wrapped the boy up in his arms, and pulled his body in line with his until the boy's face and his were at the same level. He first kissed the boy's nose, then his eye and then his other eye as Mark closed them. "I love you too Poppa," he said as he kissed his Father on the lips.

As Mark had done the morning before with Alexander he brought up his legs and straddled his Father's body until he knew he was in position to allow his Father to enter him. The fullness of his Father's erection and the girth of his penis filled the boy with heat and passion as his body pulsed with the throbbing member sinking deeper and deeper into him. As the boy felt his Father's pubic hair nestle into his anus and come to rest at the base of his penis, his Father's hands cupped his cheeks and massaged them as Mark brought his Father to orgasm and filled Mark with hot throbbing thrusts that tickled his prostate and brought his own juices flowing out between the two. Not wanting to separate neither boy nor man moved for a very long time as Mark felt his Father's manhood very slowly lessen its pressure on his sphincter. Stavros wiped the sweat from the boy's forehead as Mark slowly stretched out his legs being very careful not to give up his Father's penis until the last possible second. When it did, it rested between the boy's cheeks and Mark opened his legs and then closed them back trapping his Father's manhood between his cheeks. It was a good fifteen minutes before either one was willing to let the other go, Mark was content with rubbing his face across his Father's chest as the man massage the boy's back from the top of his shoulders to the base of his groin and back again.

"Nana will think we both died if she doesn't see us soon," Stavros said to Mark. "No she won't," Mark giggled. "She knows what we're doing, she has radar." Stavros laughed as he sat up and held Mark in his arms. "Maybe you're right. As a very little boy, every single time I would play with my cock she would be coming around the corner," he told his son. Mark laughed as he pictured the scene in his mind. "Did she scold you for doing it?" he asked.

"Scold me? Of course not, she showed me how to do it properly!"

Turning on the shower, Stavros had Mark stand as he washed the boy. A tap on the door brought Adell into the bathroom and took over from Stavros. "Your flight is at 1:00 do you want to eat lunch first?" Adell asked.

"No, I will eat when I get back to the ship the flight is only 40 minutes long," he told the woman. "Have you spoken to Alexander?" He now asked.

"Yes, I called at 8:00 this morning," she responded. Stavros picked up the phone in the bedroom and called his son as Adell finished washing Mark and dried him off. Coming back into the bathroom Stavros laughed a little to himself. "Yesterday I felt like I was abandoning him to the wolves," he chuckled. "Today, he hurried to get off the phone to go play with his friends." Adell smiled as she put on a pair of underwear on Mark. "I got the same impression. We certainly know he's not going to be lonely without us," she said. "Is he Mark?" The boy turned a little pink. Shaking her head Adell sighed a little and flicked Mark's penis with a finger. "As long as they have one of these, they'll find ways to keep busy and happy," she said as Mark giggled.

By the time breakfast was served it was close to 10:00 and Stavros ate a larger than normal breakfast, but nothing close to Mark's that Adell shoveled onto his plate. Parting at the airport for Mark from his Father was much easier than Alexander's parting the day earlier. Mainly because Mark would have Adell right there with him. Still, the hugs and kisses were longer than normal. "I will be flying in at least once a month and you will be home for the Holidays before long," his Father told him as they said goodbye and he boarded the plane.

Lunch and food shopping took the bulk of the rest of the afternoon and the three of them settled in. Normally, Mark's evening bath took about 10 minutes. That evening Adell invaded every nook and cranny on Mark's body and then went after his ears, fingernails and toenails with a vengeance. It was probably an hour before Mark was ready for bed and he felt every hair on his head tingle with cleanliness as he headed for bed. Mark knew that Stavros slept with Adell until he was 16. He also knew that both Nicholas and Alexander slept with Adell during their first years at school. He had no plans to sleep alone. He knew the woman didn't have sex with the boys, but he wasn't looking for sex, he just didn't want to sleep alone anymore.

Emily had pulled down his covers and Adell walked into his room to kiss him goodnight and shut the light out. "No Nana," he said as he followed the woman down the hall from the bathroom. Adell turned around as Mark walked into her room. "Where are you going?" she asked as she followed Mark into her room. "To bed," the boy said as he got in her bed and pulled the sheets and blankets up over him. "We need more pillows," He said as he laid his head down and closed his eyes. Adell leaned down and kissed Mark goodnight and turned off the light. "I will be in in a few minutes," she said as she picked up her nightgown from the end of the bed and went to the bathroom. Mark fell very soundly to sleep tucked against the woman's body with her arm wrapped around his waist. There wouldn't be an ounce of sex between the two, but there would be tons of security for Mark throughout the night.

Adell was awake, bathed and prepared for the day usually by 6 or 6:30 in the morning. Mark was awakened as he usually was when he was with Adell with his penis being shoved into a urinal and the woman telling the boy to let his water go. As Mark laid there peeing, his hand dropped to the mattress and he knew it wasn't the first piss he took that night. "Sorry Nana," he said as he pushed out the last few drops. "The mattresses are all protected, it doesn't matter," she told him as he looked in the urinal. "Look," the woman said as Mark sat up in bed and she held the urinal out to him. Mark looked inside. He saw pee and a few bubbles. "It's white," she told him. "On Friday I want to see more white water, not yellow water." "How am I supposed to control the color of my piss?" Mark asked her. "By not drinking junk like soda! Milk is good, water is good, juice is good," she said. "Soda is no good. If you come home with yellow water, I'll be coming to school every morning to check your water in front of all your friends!" she declared. "You wouldn't do that!" he said to her. "Sure I would. And while I was there I'd check your friends' water too!" Adell smiled as she bent over and kissed Mark on the forehead. Mark was sure she was bluffing; or was she?

Mark was supposed to be in school at 9:00 Adell had him there at 8:59 and straightening out his collar, she kissed him goodbye and watched as he entered through the doors. The last thing Mark remembered hearing was Adell saying "White!" as the doors closed behind him.

Turin was an old Seminary that was largely rebuilt since World War II when it was pretty effectively leveled by the Germans, Italians, French, British, Americans, Canadians, Australians and everybody else who wanted to hit something during the war. Turin wasn't a hotbed of activity during the war, when the fascists came the residents rolled over and went with it. When the Germans came the residents rolled over and went with it. When the Americans and French came the residents rolled over and went with it. Luckily for Turin, the Eskimos didn't show up or they might be eating seal meat and wearing mukluks. Anyway, with nobody to fight, the invaders took target practice on the Seminary to stave off boredom. Now, it was a private boys academy renowned for its academic excellence and liberal attitude concerning boys being boys.

Mark was registered in the equivalent of the 8th grade, and he would be living with approximately 36 other boys in a house with dorm parents and in a room with 5 other boys. His morning was spent getting books and Teacher/Class assignments and by lunch time Mark figured he was somewhere between 15 to 20 feet over his head in very deep water, either white OR yellow! At the very best Mark was a mediocre student and that was in his native English. Now, he had to very quickly learn to read, write and speak Italian, learn to read and write Greek, learn the metric system, and learn Math, Science and History in his spare time. Mark felt like he was doomed to failure and would be arriving back in Greece in utter disgrace in maybe a week!

Lunchtime came and the food fit Mark's mood. Mark knew the school was extremely expensive, but he guessed that not a lot of the money went to the kitchen. He was now in Italy, the land of Spaghetti and Meatballs, Lasagna, Pizza, Chicken Cacciatore, Stuffed Shells, Veal Scaloppini; all the foods Mark loved. At lunch Mark received his first Geography lessen. Turin is in Northern Italy. Only the rabble in Southern Italy ate junk like tomatoes or any food cooked with tomatoes. Fuck the week he figured, this was going to take days before it all fell apart.

After lunch the boys returned to their respective houses and the 8th Grade arrived to meet and greet their new house parents. Mario and his wife Lisa were a married couple with 3 children. Two boys attended school at Turin and slept in their classes house. Their youngest child, a 5 year old girl, lived in the house with her parents in a downstairs apartment. All the students lived upstairs, 6 boys to a room. The wife kept the house in order, the husband taught 10th Grade.

The first order of business was to explain the house rules to the students, especially the new ones. Of the 36 boys in the 8th Grade, 28 of them were returning students. Of the remaining 8, 5 had been to a boarding school before coming to Turin. That told every boy there that they had maybe 3 virgins amongst themselves. After the rules were explained to the new boys, the returning boys would identify the 3 virgins and figure out how to make them non virgins as soon as possible so that things could get back to normal as quickly as possible.

Mario was in meetings with the Headmaster so Lisa was left to explain the rules and regulations to the boys. As Mark would quickly learn, Lisa would defer to the students as often as possible, and she promptly announced that two of the students who had attended Turin from age 6 would explain the rules, and she went downstairs to continue the laundry. For the next year, Mark could count on both hands how many times he saw either Mario or Lisa beyond the very bottom of the steps to the third floor dorms. That didn't depress the boys one single bit.

As an International school, one of the first hurdles was language. Some of the boys did not speak Italian and Italian was the official language of the school. Of the 36 boys there 30 spoke English so the boys spoke to the group in English. Learning Italian very fast was essential. If you ran out of toilet paper and couldn't speak Italian, you either needed to stay down wind or eat with your left hand. The returning boys would be very lenient with newcomers for the first month, but things would get more stringent after that. The gist of their first lesson was: learn Italian very fast!

The boys chose housekeeping as their next order of business. Pissy sheets, underpants, pajamas, blankets or anything else went directly to the laundry chute every morning before school and Lisa would wash and fold them and put them in the boy's cubby to pick up and bring back upstairs.

Boys are not the neatest and cleanest of animals, and the 8th Grade boys of Turin were no exception to that rule. They could live in two or three feet of old comic books, empty soda bottles and cans, candy wrappers and girlie magazines very comfortably. However, if that's what they did, they would be seeing the housemother upstairs on a fairly regular basis. The boys could also live quite easily using the same sheets and blankets for a few months whether they were soaked in piss each night or not. The smell wouldn't bother them, but it would bring the housemother upstairs if her nose wrinkled. That situation was to be avoided at all costs. So, the laundry chute was used for a dual purpose; old pissy clothes and garbage.

The tone of the message told Mark and anyone else involved that they weren't going to get their dicks cut off for pissing the bed. In fact of the 36 boys in 8th Grade, 19 of them pissed so at least Mark was in the majority!

Every boy's right to privacy would be respected. More would be explained as the need arose.

This rule was a strange one to Mark. He couldn't imagine where any privacy might be found in the dorm. The rooms had no doors on them. The toilets had no stalls around them, the showers were one large open room. The beds sat directly next to each other. There wasn't even a closet somebody could climb into to jerk off in private if you wanted to. What Privacy?

A boy could very easily be expelled for fighting, stealing, cheating on school work, truancy and attempting in any way to sexually engage Gabrielle.

Mark had a similar reaction to Gabrielle as the 7 other newcomers did. "Who's Gabrielle?" one boy asked.

"Gabrielle is the daughter of Mario and Lisa. She lives here in the house downstairs and she is 5 years old. If you want to go home again with your balls still attached, don't touch her," the boy told the newcomers. "And we need to warn you, Gabrielle is usually naked and you never know when she's going to come upstairs." "What happens when we take a shower?" one of the boys asked.

"Nothing, just take a shower. Gabrielle has been looking at dicks and balls since she was born. She knows what you look like, just ignore her and she'll go away." "What about our privacy," another boy asked.

"Showers have nothing to do with privacy," the boy told him as he pretty much figured he found his first virgin.

Monday through Friday the boys got up at 7:00 am. They went to breakfast at 7:30 and school at 8:00. They got out of school at 2:00 and had tutoring until 4:00. They could play from 4 to 5:30 and then dinner, homework, showers and bed by 8:30.

On Saturday and Sunday they could sleep until 8:00. Breakfast at 8:30, play till lunch at noon and play until dinner at 6:00. After dinner homework, showers and bed at 8:30. If they needed special tutoring, it would be done in place of playtime.

The school had uniforms, and after dinner tonight the boys would shower and put all their street clothes down the laundry chute. Each boy already had school clothing in his locker and drawers, and they would be worn until the boy returned home. The students from Kindergarten to 8th Grade wore short pants, the boys from 9th though 12th wore long pants. "What about the winter?" one boy asked.

"We wear our ski pants to class, but they have to be taken off whenever we are in the buildings," the boy told him. "Why?" the same boy asked. The boy shrugged his shoulders "Maybe they want to look at our knees" he said as the other returning boys laughed.

"Does the food get any better than it was at lunch?" Mark now asked. A bunch of boys turned around and looked at him. "You're new?" the boy talking to them asked. Mark nodded his head yes. "Where are you from?" the boy asked.

"Greece," Mark replied.

"You sound like an American," the boy said. "I was born in America, but I live in Greece," Mark replied.

"You don't like the food?" the boy asked.

"Does anybody?" Mark replied.

For an uncomfortable few seconds the boy said nothing. Mark didn't know if he overstepped his bounds or not. He only knew that if what he ate for lunch was the best they had to offer, he was going to be doing a lot of dieting Monday though Friday. The boy finally broke his silence and started to giggle. As soon as he did a greater majority of the returning boys joined in. "Only if they're from Northern Italy," he finally said in between chuckles. "One of the first things you want to learn in Italian is what the food is or you're going to end up eating octopus, snails, and brains," he told the group. "If you're not sure, watch the other kids," he told them. "If everybody's moving the same stuff around the plate, it's probably something they dug up from somewhere." Mark was not reassured and his dinner consisted mainly of bread and butter, cheese and some vegetable that he recognized.

Returning to the House after dinner it was time to meet his new room mates and Mark's spirits picked up dramatically. As was school custom, all the boys in Mark's room were new students which pretty much put them all in the same boat emotionally. After the first month the boys could switch rooms if they wanted to by mutual consent, so Mark was encouraged that he could get out if he needed or wanted to.

The first thing they had to do was to get out of street clothes and shower. Of Mark's five roommates, 3 were new to boarding school. Mark knew very well that the surest sign he was going to figure out where each boy was at was by watching them prepare for showers. It was also precisely what the returning boys were watching for.

The shower room at Turin was almost as big as Alexander's in Nice. Likewise it afforded as much privacy. On being told to shower, two Australian boys, red headed twins, were naked in under 15 seconds and headed to the showers each carrying his bundle of clothing and putting them down the laundry chute. Now standing naked, they waited for their turn. Scratch two. Jean-Paul, an Italian boy was next standing next to the twins. Scratch 3. Mark followed. Scratch 4. Mario, a Greek boy was next and he dumped everything but his underpants. No verdict. The last boy was Stuart from New Zealand who also held onto his underpants. No verdict. As room became available, the four scratch boys lathered up and washed. As Mario entered, he dropped his pants to the floor and threw them down the chute. Scratch 5. Stuart entered the shower with his underpants on and took his shower. As he got to the vital parts, he turned discretely around facing the wall and dropped a bar of soap down his pants and washed up. Mark and about 12 other boys in the shower at the time found a virgin. As Mark looked around, his eyes met one of the twins who smiled a little and shrugged his shoulders.

As each boy dried himself off, he had to drop his towel down the chute and return to the room. It presented no problems for anybody but Stuart who returned to the room with a face about as red as a bing cherry. He immediately went straight to his dresser and found a pair of underpants to cover himself up with. Mario wasn't in a huge hurry, but he did slip on a pair just before joining the group. That left the group with two whity tighties and four flying free. The first thing that Mark noticed was that the four boys still naked had no tan line. Neither did Mario for that matter but Stuart resembled Casper the Ghost, so he figured the sun never saw his ass.

The boys decided it was get-to-know-each-other time and they sat down on the twin's bed and started the ball rolling. The boys' initial resume was brief and fairly generic. As the conversation progressed and finer details came out, the other boys added their own particulars. By the time the night ended, pretty much the whole story came out and as Mark expected, Stuart was a basket case.

The twins came from Australia originally and were booted out of their previous boarding school at the end of the year. The boys' names are Mackenzie and Zachary. One of their class mates had taken a picture with them and Mummy found the picture in the tike's luggage when she unpacked him. The picture showed the boy and the twins laying next to each other with rulers measuring their winkies. Mummy's little darling won the contest, but she wasn't impressed and screamed blue murder in the Headmaster's Office.

The Headmaster didn't give a rat's ass about the contest and told the twins' parents that, but he did have concern about the mommy and her threat to involve the gendarme if something was not done about the two perverts who polluted her little boy. She also had a picture in her hand which violated the school's policy. The Headmaster decided the best course of action was to terminate the twins' education along with that of the contest winner. Mark listened to the story and looked at the tans. 2 down, 3 to go he thought to himself.

Mario was next in line and Mack and Zack's brutal candidness concerning their romp went miles in loosening up not only him, but the rest of the boys concerning their history. That doesn't mean he told the entire story on that first night, but it would eventually come out. Mark knew that Mario was Greek, he had been approached by Mario in the morning to translate for him. Mario spoke only Greek and Mark knew both Greek and English. Mark never asked himself how Mario knew that, but he was about to learn. "I am Mario and I come from Athens, Greece. My Father is a banker and I am here to learn Italian because my Father is going into partnership with an Italian Bank and I need to learn the language," he told the boys. "I am here because Mark is here and he can speak for me until I learn the language," he continued.

Mark stopped interpreting. Speaking in Greek, Mark addressed Mario alone. "What do you mean you are here because I am?" Mark asked the boy. ""My Father is your Father's banker," he told Mark. "My Father asked your Father where I should go to school and he told him I should go with you and you would help me," Mario told Mark. Mark was astounded. "Who do you think my Father is?" he asked the boy. "Stavros…," said the boy. Mark was very confused.

"What are you two talking about?" Zack now wanted to know. Mark quickly explained what Mario had just told him. Reverting back to Greek Mark had a million questions for this boy he really didn't know. "My Father didn't say anything to me about you," he told the boy. "Uncle Stavros would never speak of our personal business," Mario replied.

"Neither would Nicholas or Alexander." Mark's eyebrows rose very noticeably. "You know my brothers too?" he asked.

"Since I was 8 years old when I first met Nicholas," he answered. Mark looked at the boy and his eyes went down to the boy's crotch area. Looking back up at him, Mario simply said "Yes," to Mark, nothing more. "Why haven't I seen you before this?" Mark asked him. "My Father and I have been on Holiday, I just came back to go to school," Mario told him. With 4 other boys sitting there, Mark still had questions but they would have to wait. "We'll talk after the meeting," Mark told him.

Stuart was next in line and the tears were dropping on his underpants and pajamas before he opened his mouth. He would be 12 in December and was away at school for the first time in his life. He was a small boy for 11 and to Mark and probably the rest of the boys looked mighty fragile. More than a few wondered what asshole put him in this situation. He was from New Zealand and lived on a sheep ranch for the first 11 years of his life with his Mother and Father who were now in the throes of a very acrimonious divorce. Until the Court decided what to do with him, he was sent to school to learn Italian, his Mother had Family in Italy and as soon as the divorce was final and the Court rubber stamped his Father away from him, he would be living there, so why waste time. Stuart had two fears; being taken away from his Father and being raped. "Do you know how to say no?" Mack asked him. Stuart nodded his head. "Then nobody in this school will touch you. It's against the rules," Mark agreed. "Nobody will ever touch you without your permission, we will make sure of it," he told Stuart.

It was now Mark's turn and he didn't want to go into double duty with translating to Mario. "I will tell them my story and I will tell you it later when we are alone," he told Mario. Mario nodded his head.

"My Name is Mark and I live on Corfu in Greece with my Father and brothers," he told them. "I am here to learn Italian so that I can help my Father in Business, he is an olive exporter," he told the boys. "I will be going to school during the week and staying in Turin on the weekends with my Grandmother," he told them. That was a bomb nobody expected.

"What!" said the twins damned near simultaneously. "You can't do that, this is a boarding school!" Zack protested. "My Grandmother always stays with us during the first year of school," Mark told them. "I wouldn't be allowed to come if she wasn't here with me," he told the boys as Mario sat there clueless wondering what the hell all the excitement was about. "Who's going to speak to Mario when you're gone all weekend?" Jean-Paul wanted to know. "I don't know yet, maybe there's another boy who speaks Greek here," Mark said. "How are you going to be one of us if you're never here?" Mack wanted to know. "There are 7 days in the week, I'm going to be here for five of them," Mark replied.

"Let's move on," Zack said with a tone that indicated to Mark that he was being written off.

Last on the list was Jean-Paul. "My name is Jean-Paul, I live in Milan with my Family and I am here because I got into some problems at school and my Father sent me here," he said very briefly and evasively. "What problems?" Zack asked him. "I got into some problems with some other boys and my Father sent me away." "What did you do?" Mack pressed the boy. "Things like you did but there were no pictures," Jean-Paul said. The twins looked at each other. "We fucked," Zack said "Is that what you did?" Jean-Paul nodded his head but he kept his eyes glued to the bed. "So why did your Father send you away?" Zack pressed. "Because he is a Magistrate and I was an embarrassment to him." The twins looked at each other. "Shit, if our dad did that to us we'd never go home!" Mack said as both boys rolled around in giggles. "Is there anybody in this room that doesn't fuck besides Stuart?" Mack asked the group after he composed himself. None of the boys responded. "What about him?" Mack now asked Mark referring to Mario. "He fucks, but it's up to him to tell you if he wants to do it with you or not," Mark told the twin. "Of course!" Mack replied. Seeing the exchange that obviously involved him, Mario asked what was going on. "He wants to get into your pants and I told him he'd have to speak to you about it," Mark replied.

"We all fuck except for Stuart. Leave him alone until he gets his cherry busted." "Which one is Stuart?" Mario asked.

"The boy who cries," Mark responded. Mario nodded his head. "What cherry?" Mario asked.

"Later," Mark replied.

With the meeting out of the way it was time for bed. The room was set up with a dresser between each bed keeping them apart. The twins started the ball rolling by placing their two beds side by side. Mark and Mario did the same. Jean-Paul was on one end of the line and Stuart's bed was on the other. 7 days later, all six beds sat side by side.

Mark's first night at boarding school started a little peppier than he thought it would. He had met these five boys less than 12 hours earlier and already they had figured out whose pants were accessible and whose were temporarily off limits. Stuart they knew would eventually join them, but he would join them when he was ready to and when he made the first move.

The lights went out automatically at 8:30 in the rooms, and the low buzz of boy's voices throughout the dorm told Mark that each room was engaged in the same activity as theirs was now in. The twins had joined with Jean-Paul and Mario got out of his bed and sat down for a pow wow with Mark on his. The lone wolf was Stuart, who really didn't want to be left any more alone than he already felt by being in this very strange environment. By default, Mark was his obvious choice, Mark spoke English and the only two other boys who spoke English as their primary language were knee deep in sex at the other end of the room. Mark had talked about sex during the meeting earlier and even used the "Fuck" word, but at least he wasn't trying to "Do it" with anyone.

Mark saw many of the same traits in Stuart that he remembered in Conner except for the fact that Conner would engage in a New York minute. The boy was extremely vulnerable and very scared of his situation. As Stuart came over to Mark's bed, Mark wrapped the boy in his blanket like an Indian and laid him down between his legs. Stuart's head rested on Mark's stomach as Mark stoked his hair and talked with his friend in Greek. Stuart was very happy, it was damned near impossible for anyone to touch his "Dickie" he was wrapped up like a cocoon and wasn't about to spin open. As Mark stroked his head and forehead talking to his friend in a really strange language, Stuart fell asleep thinking about his Dad and how he was going to get back to him.

"My Father and Uncle Stavros are best friends," Mario began. "They were raised together since they were little boys," the boy told Mark. "I've been to your house many times before. I've never seen you there," Mario now said to Mark. Mark told the boy what he was told to tell the boys if he was asked.

"I was raised in America. I just returned to Greece this Fall," he told the boy sitting in front of him. "Uncle Stavros told me you were coming to Greece, just like Nicholas and Alexander did," Mario replied.

"But I went on Holiday just before you came back on the ship. That's why you never met me before this," he told Mark. "My Father raises me as Uncle Stavros raises you and Nicholas and Alexander," Mario volunteered without being asked.

"That is why Uncle Stavros probably did not tell you anything about me." Mark looked into his new friends eyes. Mario lifted his head up off the pillow and leaned over and kissed Mark very lightly. Neither boy really needed to say anything more to each other. Somehow, this boy kissing him was involved in the Family and was being raised traditionally. Mark wanted very badly to be speaking to Adell and real soon.

"What else did you tell the boys in English and why did they seem so upset with what you told them?" Mario asked.

"I am here for the school week, but I go to my Grandmother's on the weekends. They didn't understand that," Mark replied as his other hand now stroked Mario's head and face. "Go for the weekends?" Mario asked.

"Go where?" Mario asked with a look that Mark knew was beyond just curiosity. "My Father has set up an apartment for me with my Grandmother in Turin and I'll go there on weekends and be back in school Monday morning," Mark said. "But nobody but you speaks Greek! Who do I speak to all weekend long?" Mario asked with a definite panicked look in his eyes. "Today is Monday, before Friday we will know who speaks Greek and we'll make sure that someone can interpret for you while I'm gone," Mark told the boy. Mario listened to Mark's words and was obviously deep in thought. "Your Grandmother, she came here from America with you?" Mario asked.

"No, she's Adell," Mark told him. "Nana is here in Turin?" Mario asked as he sat up in the bed. If Mark had any doubts whatsoever concerning Mario and where he came from, they instantly disappeared when the boy invoked the word Nana referring to Adell. "Yes," Mark replied.

"I don't understand. If Nana is here to take care of you, why didn't my Father tell me about it?" Mario asked as his eyes began to water. Mark knew if the situation wasn't defused soon, he was going to have two boys to nurse real soon. "I'm going to call my Poppa first thing in the morning," Mario responded. "Good idea," Mark told him.

"What are you going to do about Stuart?' Mario asked as the two boys looked down at a very sleeping boy wrapped up like a mummy. "He's safe just where he is. I just hope he isn't allergic to water," Mark said. "You wet too?' Mario asked.

"Doesn't everybody?" Mark responded as he moved Stuart from between his legs and pulled the sleeping child up to his pillow. Laying back down, Mario now shifted closer to Mark and rolled over on his side and draped his arm across Mark's chest. "I don't like sleeping alone," Mario said to Mark very quietly. Mark put his arm around his new friend and pulled the boy's face up to his and kissed him on the nose. "Me too," he said. Mario smiled and laid his head down on Mark's chest. The boys' very first night sleeping together was a very quick one as both boys fell off to sleep cradled in each other's arms.

Morning came for the boys with the distant ringing of bells. The sun was already up, but with the cessation of the bells, the lights in Mark's and all the rest of the boy's rooms came on. Mark was slowly regaining consciousness as the cocoon he was hanging onto slowly moved and squirmed around. The cocoon was soaked from within and from without. Of the 6 boys in the room, only the twins remained constantly dry at night. Even so, the fact that they were also not dry didn't shake their confidence in their fellow boy; Jean-Paul was instantly forgiven for his transgression. The twins bounded out of bed like two kangaroos. They were used to boarding school and knew that the shower would fill up fast and maybe even run out of hot water before everybody got the chance to shower. Besides, they wanted to be there to check out the rest of the boys and evaluate their potential.

Mark got up and began to strip the bed that basically was soaked from top to bottom. Despite the fact that the bed was fairly small, three boys slept in it and three boys can make a fairly substantial water mark. Stuart sat up still wrapped in his blanket and holding onto it with a death grip. Not only had he peed, but Stuart had morning shyness. He wouldn't even let his Mother see his dick in the morning let alone 35 strange boys, most of which walked by his room with stiffies!

"I took a shower last night, we don't have to take another one now do we?" Stuart asked Mark. "Stuart, we all peed the bed last night. The blanket around you is soaked in piss, you have to wash up." Mark had been around enough boys in his life to know that Stuart was working himself up to another waterworks show. "I'll go get another pair of underpants for you to wear in the shower OK?" he said as he got up and took a pair out of the boy's dresser. "C'mon Stuart, hold the blanket around you and no one will see you," Mark said as he stood in front of the boy holding out his pants. Stuart stood up by the side of his bed and opened up the blanket. His pajamas and underpants were more yellow than white and they were soaked. Stuart also had some pretty strong smelling piss Mark noticed as the blanket opened. Putting down the clean ones, Mark pulled down Stuart's wet pants and the boy stepped out of them. Mark figured Stuart was 11 going on 10. He was a very cute ten, but a ten. He was uncircumcised and might have a tough time reaching the two inch mark, but it was also morning, and he most probably was shrunken from cold Mark figured. With his "Dickie" as his Mother called it, now safely tucked behind a few layers of cotton, Stuart dropped the blanket and gave Mark a small but very definite smile. The first one Mark saw on the boy since meeting him. Mark didn't exactly know how he managed to do it, but in two days, he had two boys who were becoming dependant upon him and he didn't even know yet if he could take care of himself!

"Come on Stuart," Mark said as he bundled up the morning laundry and walked towards the bathroom. The shower room within minutes was pandemonium once the bell rang and the echo intensified the sound. Mark didn't mind the commotion one bit, but it scared the hell out of Stuart who was used to being gotten up in the morning and locking himself into the bathroom and very privately and quietly bathing himself. Now, he was damned near face to face with dickies, balls, hair and bums of all sizes and shapes. He stuck extremely close to Mark, which Mark found a little ironic; he would screw the shit out of any boy in the room at the drop of a hat.

"Turn around Stuart," Mark said as he washed the boys back and legs. As the shampoo bottle came around, Mark squirted a big glob on the top of Stuart's head and shampooed the boys sandy blond curly hair. Stuart's hair didn't look unlike Alexander's except for the fact that it was shorter, and Mark liked his brother's hair. As he continued to wash, Stuart watched his new friend. Stuart was a very dependent child; he had found a new protector.

As both Mark and Stuart dried themselves off, it was obvious to Mark that Stuart was trying to retain the wet underpants as long as he could. As he put his towel down the chute he waited for Stuart, the boy dropped his towel down as well. "They're going to have to come off too," Mark told the boy. Stuart looked around. "Nobody will pay any attention to you, I will watch them," Mark told him. Stuart rolled his pants off and put them in the chute

He was now on a mission to get back to the room as fast as possible, but he was also careful to stay in Mark's shadow as he walked down the hall rubbing against his friend's body for protection from idle glances. Once again, as a few layers of clean cotton came between him and the other boy's sight, Stuart's mood improved measurably.

With his security intact for the time being Stuart sat down on Mark's bed and watched his room mates as they prepared for the morning. The twins were in no hurry whatsoever to put their willies back under wraps and Mario and Jean-Paul had shirts and socks on before they reached for their underpants. Stuart now looked to his new friend who was taking his uniform out of the dresser and closet and even he was still naked to the world. "Aren't you afraid the other boys will see your dickie?" he said to Mark. "Why, is some thing wrong with it?" Mark asked. Stuart giggled a little. "No, but you're naked and they can see you," he said. "Once you've been to boarding school for a little while it doesn't matter anymore. We all have the same thing, just some are bigger and some are smaller," he told his young friend. "And some have hair!" Stuart replied.

"Stuart, you've looked?" Mark said. Stuart didn't say anything, he didn't know if he was going to go to hell or become a raging fag now. He looked down to the floor. Mark kneeled down in front of Stuart. "We're all boys here Stuart, we all have dickies and everybody knows what dickies look like. I've seen every dickie in the room including yours and that's OK. Nobody is going to think anything bad of you just because you know what a boy looks like."

Mark got up seconds before a loud boy's voice in the dorm shouted "Gabrielle!" As all the boys in the room turned to look towards the door a little girl walked in. Stuart's hands reached and covered his groin area. The little girl was a lot cuter than anyone had told Mark. She had Jet Black Hair that dropped in natural banana curls around the back of her head. Her eyes were as black as her hair and she had a cute little nose and full lips. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Gabrielle was going to be a stunner when she grew up, not a 5'2" round ball like most of the woman in town.

As the boys would learn over the next few days, she had a constant right thumb firmly attached to her mouth and a left middle finger that was somewhere real close to her clitoris. Almost simultaneously, Mark, Mack and Zack sat down on their beds. Jean-Paul and Mario scurried to put their pants on and Stuart was reaching for Mark's shorts to cover himself up. Gabrielle said nothing, she walked into the room and went to each boy and looked at him. Mack gave her a small smile and a hello as she stood in front of him looking at a penis that was being squashed between the boys legs as he sat there. She smiled a little, gurgled a hello in Italian and waddled back out. The twins looked at each other.

A senior boy peeked his head in the door a few seconds after she left. "Everything all right?' he asked.

"We were still starkers!" Mack said in response. "Don't worry about it, as long as you don't touch her. Her parents know she sees naked boys all the time." "Suppose I get a stiffy, she's playing with herself!" Zack said. "So go wank it off!" the boy told the twin. Again, the twins looked at each other. Mack shrugged his shoulders and put on his underpants. It wasn't the first time Stuart saw a stiffy on him. Mark figured it was going to be an interesting year. Mark looked over to Stuart who was still sitting on the bed. Mark was right; morning shrinkage.

Mario now came over to the bed and Mark had to explain all over again in Greek what just transpired. "What does "Wank" mean?" Mario asked. Mark laughed. "He wants to know what wank means," Mark told the boys in English. For the next 15 minutes, Mark interpreted every known name under the sun for jerking off to Mario in Greek. When the boys in their room ran out of names, the other boys in the dorm joined in. By the time they moved out for breakfast, just about every boy in eighth grade was in on the joke and they were late for breakfast. Even Stuart was laughing by the time breakfast rolled around.

Breakfast had become a very important part of the day in Mark's life. It was not only a very social meal, it set the tone for the day as far as he was concerned. At Turin it was hot or cold cereal with very watery milk, tea, some fruit, some cheese and some bread. The tone was bleak at best. Lunch faired little better, and dinner was even less appetizing to Mark than the previous evening's dinner which apparently was the very best they had to offer. Mark wasn't alone in his opinion, boys were already writing and calling home for care packages of food that they were sure wasn't going to crawl off the plate.

Mark's first academic day at school progressed fairly well; he met all his new teachers and tutors, including Sergio. The man would tutor Mark in his Greek lessons. Upon hearing the news, Mario was a bit surprised. "Why do you need a Greek tutor? You speak perfect Greek," the boy asked him at lunch. "Yes, I speak Greek, but I can't read or write it," Mark told him. The boy looked at him very funny. "How can you speak the language and not know how to read and write it?" he asked.

"I lived in America as a boy, I learned how to read and write English not Greek," he told his friend. "I'll help you to learn to read and write!" Mario said. Mark smiled. "OK," he said as the boys went back to their dorm.

Mark spent the bulk of his first week observing and evaluating the boys in his room. Mario for him was a given; they were both Greek and Mario stuck to his friend like glue mainly due to the language barrier Mario found himself in. As most of the other boys in the house had already done, the beds were combined alongside each other, and in Mark's room, they were joined in two sections. Three beds held the twins and Jean-Paul and Mark joined forces with Mario and Stuart in the remaining cluster.

The twins were two red headed freckle faced boys who were identical in almost every respect. As babies, their own Mother couldn't tell them apart and three days after their birth had their ears pierced just before she had them circumcised. Besides the twins, only Mark was also circumcised in his room, and in the whole 8th Grade, only 7 out of 36 were. Their Mother had their ears pieced to tell them apart. Mack had a single ring in his right ear. Zack had a single ring in his left ear. Except for an occasional bump or scrape on one of the boys, the earrings were the only way to identify them. As time passed, their personalities differed somewhat and you could tell them apart that way, but the boys also learned to be able to temporarily mimic the other brother and interchange. Until they were about 8 years old, only the rings were the proof positive. By about age 8 the boys discovered on their own another difference. Mack's right testicle hung lower than his left one. For Zack, the opposite was true. This was fairly important to the boys as time progressed. Both boys hated with a passion a question they were constantly asked since they were old enough to remember; "Are you Mack or are you Zack?" The boys would explain it once, but after that, you'd have to figure it out for yourself!

From birth the boys were raised very liberally. For one, they were never separated in their lives. They ate together, played together and slept together from birth. Once out of diapers, they explored each other and neither parent ever discouraged their activities. Their Mother never purchased pacifiers for them, she didn't need to. The boys discovered very soon after the diapers disappeared that they had their very own built in pacifiers and had slept head to toe ever since.

They lived on a working cattle ranch in Australia and knew the birds and the bees by age 5 helping their Father breed the animals. At age 12 they were sent to France to a boarding school, and that fizzled with the taking of the picture. Their Father's only comment was to ask why they would let the picture remain in circulation knowing they lost the contest. Now, they were at Turin, and ready to continue their academic endeavors while sowing their wild oats.

Their parents sent them to boarding school because there were no peers for hundreds of miles around them, only either aborigines or recent emigrants from Asia and Middle Eastern countries, none of which was going to be accepted by either parent as suitable brides for their children anytime in their lifetime. The boys would return to Australia with a European education and European brides. Of the two, Mack was always looking for fun. Zack was the more serious one and while he didn't object to fun, he was more analytical about life than Mack was. Mack was impulsive, Zack looked before he leaped.

Once Jean-Paul got the green light from the twins, he pretty much decided that since he was sent away to school for fucking with his friends, he was going to fuck with his friends. He didn't really have anything to lose. His parents loved him, but his Father was also a Judge who regarded his position in the Community very highly. When the potential for scandal and embarrassment came knocking on the Judge's door, he opted to send Jean-Paul to boarding school. It would serve two purposes the Judge decided; it would protect the Father's reputation, and if his son wanted to romp with boys, was there a better solution than boarding school?

Stuart was another story altogether. He didn't belong there. He had no business being there and he didn't want to be there. But he was. Mark damned well knew that it was just a matter of time before he joined the rest of the boys in the house. Stuart would be saturated with activity until it became so commonplace to him he would then join in. The showers would beat his defenses down, Gabrielle's presence would beat him down, observing the other boys would beat him down and sooner or later, he'd get just plain tired of jerking off all by himself.

Stuart's sexual repression began for him at birth. His Mother kept him in diapers until he was four and once he was out of them, he spent hours sitting on the potty until he went. Then, he would be put into a pair of underpants that she had sewn shut at the fly. His pajamas were also sewn shut at the fly as were his shorts and pants. When Mark was first told this, he doubted Stuart who brought him a clean pair of his underwear. They were sewn shut inside and out. "Why?" Mark asked the boy. "Mummy says that only filthy nasty boys ever touch their dickies," he told Mark. "So how are you supposed to go to the bathroom?" Mark asked.

"By sitting down," he replied.

"How do you play with yourself?" Mark now asked him. Stuart was shocked. "I would never ever do that!" he told his friend. "Stuart, didn't you tell me your parents own a sheep ranch?" Mark asked his friend. "They do!" Stuart said. "You have boy and girl sheep on the ranch?" Mark asked him. "Yes," Stuart replied.

"Then you know what they do all day and have been whacking off in the fields for a few years by now," Mark told him. "I have not!" Stuart protested. "Yea, neither do I," Mark said as he put new clean sheets on his bed. Mark figured it would take a week for Stuart to admit to himself that he had a dick and two balls between his legs and they worked just like every other boys did. It took five days.

Evening showers found Stuart and one other boy now still in underpants as they showered. As he prepared for bed, Stuart put on a pair of underpants and then his pajamas. Getting into bed he watched as Mark and Mario got into bed with just underpants on. "Don't you wear pajamas to bed?" he asked as he laid his head down on the pillow next to Mark. "No, the only reason we have underpants on is because you're sleeping with us," Mark said to him. "I didn't even bring any pajamas," he told his friend. Stuart couldn't imagine in his wildest dreams of not wearing pajamas; he wore them since he was a baby.

By 8:15 the lights flickered and at 8:30 they went out except for a nightlight in the bathroom. Mark heard the low buzz of voices and figured out that this was playtime, but with Stuart in the bed with him and Mario, Mark opted to wait and see if he could outlast Stuart. Romping with Mario sounded like a really great idea to Mark, there was no question that the twins were at it again with Paulo and he was getting mighty randy having done nothing now for the last three nights in a row. The school offered no privacy whatsoever beyond the boy's bedrooms, so it was there or nowhere.

Stuart was laying on the other side of Mark from where the twins' beds were, but it wasn't all that far or all that dark for that matter for him to avoid both seeing and hearing the three. Stuart watched with stolen glances now and then and finally laid his head down on his pillow inches from Mark's. "Do you know what they are doing?" Stuart whispered to Mark. "Yes, the same thing the sheep did on the ranch," Mark whispered back. Stuart looked at Mark very curiously. "How did you know they did that?" he asked.

"Because where I lived in America they had farms around us and we used to go out into the fields and watch them too," Mark replied.

"You had sheep?" Stuart asked.

"No, cows," Mark told him. Stuart thought about that for a few seconds. "You know what they are doing over there is dirty and nasty right?" Stuart now asked. There were many ways Mark could have answered Stuart but Mark really didn't want to lay more shit on Stuart than he could handle. "Stuart, didn't you have a friend on the ranch that you really liked when you were just a kid?" he asked. Stuart shook his head no. "But who did you play with? You went to school right?" he asked. Again, Stuart shook his head no. "My mum taught me at home because she said all the other kids were just dirty and nasty and would try to hurt me," Stuart said. Mark was fairly astonished. "So she sends you to a boarding school instead?" he asked.

Stuart said nothing, but his eyes started filling up for probably the 10th time that day. "Don't worry about anybody hurting you, nobody will bother you and all the kids in this room will see to it." Stuart picked up his head from his pillow and looked over to the twins' side of the room. "Forget about what they're doing right now Stuart. They're not doing anything with you and they won't unless you let them," Mark told the little boy. "Oh no," said the boy. "I could never do anything like that!" "Good, so go to sleep and we'll watch over you," Mark told him. Stuart gave Mark a small smile and turned himself towards the wall. Mark slipped up his blanket and laid back down on his pillow. Mario lay next to him just watching. Mark put his fingers to his lips and Mario understood as Mark moved over and put his hand into his underpants and held his penis. When Stuart's breathing told Mark he was asleep he had some business to attend to.

Within a few minutes Stuart's breathing told everybody in the room that he was down for the count and Mark turned his body towards Mario. Mario moved his hand to Mark's chest and slowly stroked his hand back and forth over Mark's chest as both boys looked each other in the eyes saying nothing. From Mark's point of view, if Mario was raised by Nana, knew Stavros as his "Uncle", knew Nicholas and Alexander for the past four years since Mario was eight years old, this was no "Outsider" he was sleeping with. Mark took Mario's hand in his and brought it down to his groin. Mario smiled as Mark's hand then moved to Mario's groin. Introductions had been made. "Did Alexander teach you how to flip?" Mark asked his new friend. Mario again smiled. "No, Nicholas did," he replied.

"Do you want to flip with me?" Mario asked.

Mark said nothing. Letting Mario's erection lose, he lifted his feet over the boy and was head feet with him in less than 5 seconds. Even in the dark of the room Mark came face to face with Mario's penis and rolled back the boy's tight foreskin to reveal a warm and wet head that made Mark's brain practically swim. To Mark, to merely take the penis into his mouth and suckle would have been nice, but much too quick. This was something he had to study, had to smell, had to feel, and had to kiss for a long time before it disappeared into his mouth. If all Mark wanted to do was get off, a very quick jerk off could accomplish that. He wanted to make love to his friend, not just lose a few ounces of sperm.

Up until now, all the twins had were words between them and the Greek boys in the room that they played the same games. Now as both brothers watched, they were fairly convinced that 5 out of 6 boys in the room all played the same games; some just took it a little more serious than others.

As both brothers watched, Jean-Paul got up from in between the twins wondering what the attraction was. He watched for a few seconds and then laid back down. "They're both Greek," he told the twins. "They'll play all night long like that with each other if you let them." The twins looked at each other. These were two boys they were determined to get to know a whole lot better!

Chapter Four

During the school year, the boys at Turin usually saw their parents only during school Holidays. On the other hand, the school's policy was that any boy could call his parents on the telephone at any time. Mario was on the phone to Greece at 7 a.m. waking his Father up, Mario was pushing panic buttons concerning Mark's weekends. As the school had done with all the parents, Mario's Father was under the impression that all the boys, including Mark would be boarding for the entire week. Therefore, he agreed to keep his son in boarding. Hearing about Adell, he promised his son he would look into it.

Mark's academic schedule was enough to depress a group of Arabs touring Auschwitz. He wondered if he was ever going to get to play because he needed so much extra tutoring in just about every subject.

Unlike Mark, Mario was an excellent student, but he was still handicapped by language. Both their solutions came in the form of Sergio who was all too happy to take on another boy, especially a Greek boy. Mark was also thinking that Sergio could solve the problem of the weekends for Mario when he would be all alone. That wasn't going to happen, Sergio taught Monday through Friday and had the weekends off. Mark still had to find a solution.

Unknown to Mark, Mario's Father had already spoken to both Stavros and Adell. Mario would go home on weekends with Mark and the adults figured everything was solved. Except that nobody told Mark, Mario, or the school about the plans. Everybody assumed the other party told the boys and the school.

By Thursday of the first week, Stuart was showering without underpants and was actually touching his penis with his bare hands as he washed it. Mark knew he was still a while away from actually admitting he had sexual feelings and might someday even go so far as to admit to having an erection or two, but Mark also knew the weekend was coming and Stuart's blood pressure rose with the mentioning of it. If Mark left, who would be there to "Protect" him from the debauchery. Mark decided he needed to talk to the twins and Jean-Paul. His best bet was Jean-Paul; he had some empathy for Stuart's fear. The twins were not insensitive or cruel; they just didn't understand what the fuck the big deal was all about. Mark did.

"You guys don't have to stop what you're doing, you just need to let him know that he doesn't have to do anything with you and you won't make him," Mark told the three boys. "He's been scared shitless all his life by his stupid mother telling him he's going to get his balls fucked off, so just cool it a little for the weekend and then I'll be back," Mark said.

Friday afternoon came and Mark was ready to leave looking at Stuart who looked a whole lot like he was being thrown to the wolves. "Here's my phone number, if you have any problem, all you have to do is tell the headmaster you want to call me," Mark told his friend as the two sat on the bed. Stuart was fairly petrified by the twins. To him, they were everything his mother had ever told him about nasty boys and he even saw them actually doing it! For whatever reason, Jean-Paul was much less of a threat to him and as the boy came over to the bed and sat down with them, Jean-Paul reassured Stuart he would be there for him. Stuart wasn't the happiest camper in the world, but he parted with Mark without falling completely apart.

Mario made several calls to Greece on Thursday and Friday trying to reach his Father with no success. Mark also talked to the school administration through boys from his class that spoke Italian to try to get the school to allow Mario to stay with Greek speaking boys from either lower or higher grades. The answer from the school was no. Mario was sinking into a panic and dragging Mark with him by the hour. At lunch, the twins came up with the solution. "Fuck the school. They don't know where we are anyway, so just take him with you," Zachary suggested. "And what happens if they come looking for him?" Mark asked.

"He's playing football."
"He's taking a shit."
"He's asleep."
"He's taking a shower."
"He's in the library."
"He's on a hike."
"He died."

The excuse list from the classmates went on around the table for at least 10 minutes before Mark finally called a halt to it. "We can keep them running around for a week looking for him," Mack said nonchalantly. "Making him disappear for two days is nothing."

Now all Mark had to figure out was how to explain him to Adell!

Walking into the house, Mark wrapped his arms around Adell and the two hugged tightly until Adell saw another little boy walking in behind him. To Mark's amazement, the woman called the boy over. "Hello Mario," she said as she opened her arms and the boy hugged the woman. "Hello Nana," Mario said as he first hugged and then kissed the woman. Mark figured he had a lot of explaining to do. "I'm sorry Nana, I had to bring him home, there was nothing else I could do!" he told his Governess. Adell looked at Mark very strangely. "What are you sorry about? I spoke to his Poppa a few days ago, of course he was coming here with you!" she told him. Mark and Mario looked at each other. "Nobody told us anything," Mario said to the woman. "Then how did you get him here?" she asked Mark. "I just took him, the school doesn't know he's here," he told her. Adell said nothing, but was very skeptical about the school knowing nothing about Mario's whereabouts.

"Emily has cooked a fine dinner, go wash up and we'll eat." With the mention of food, both boys looked at each other. They forgot how very hungry they both were. Dinner went fine for the first 2 minutes. As Mark and Mario spoke about the food at school and the woman observed the way the boys devoured their food her mood radically changed for the worse. All dinner long she prodded and probed Mark and Mario for more information.

After dinner, it was bath time. Once both boys arrived in the bathroom, the first thing Adell did was to weigh both boys. The only thing Mark noticed was that when she weighed him, her face got very red and very tight. Adell was mighty pissed and he didn't know what he had done to get her pissed except for bringing home Mario. "Get into the tub, Emily will wash you," she told both boys. As the girl washed them Adell returned to her room and closed the door behind her.

By bath's end, Adell was back out and sat both boys down on the bed and cut their nails and cleaned their ears. "Who washes you at school?" the woman asked.

"Nobody, we wash ourselves Nana. Only the lower grades have the women wash them," he told her. "So, you don't get fed and you don't get washed and they don't know whether you are there or not. What else don't they do for you?" she asked. Mark didn't answer, he smiled a little, but Adell wasn't in a smiling mood.

As Mark brushed his teeth Mario sat down on the toilet. He hadn't had a bowel movement in more than a few days something the boy didn't really notice or particularly care about, but Adell seeing him sitting on the toilet pushing and grunting with a red face took notice. "Why are you holding your breath?" she asked the boy as she moved over to him. More than a little embarrassed, he responded "I'm just trying to poop." Adell looked at him curiously. "Trying? What do you mean you're trying?" she asked him. More than a little pink he told her that he had to go, but it didn't want to come out. "When did you go last?" the woman asked. Mario shrugged his shoulders.

To both boys surprise she said nothing but took Mario's hand and lead him off the toilet and back to the bedroom. "Lay down flat," she told the boy. After lying down, Adell felt Mario's stomach area and probed with her fingers. Saying nothing, she looked over to Mark. "Lay down," she told the boy as she did the exact same thing to Mark. "Go back in the bathroom and wait for me," she told both boys as she left the room calling for Emily.

Emily came back into the bathroom a few minutes later carrying two glasses with a dark brown liquid in it. It didn't look like something either boy wanted to swallow anytime soon. She also had a package of pull ups under her arm. Adell came back into the bathroom with a small case in her hand. Again to Mark, she was not a happy looking camper. "You have to drink this. It is prune juice and olive oil," she told both boys as Emily handed them the drinks. Mark smelled it. "I don't think I like this stuff," he said to the woman. "It is medicine and you will drink it," she said in a tone that didn't invite objections. "The both of you are constipated from not eating properly and not going to the bathroom. The medicine will clean you out by morning," she told them. Very reluctantly, both boys drank. "Come over here Mark and sit down," Adell told the boy as she filled an enema bag with warm water. "But Nana," Mark began. "We talk later, right now you sit down," she interrupted. Mark knew it was useless to protest, she was going to do what she wanted to come hell or high water. "Put your hands on the floor and lean forward," she said as she reached over the back of the boy and inserted the tip into his anus. Three bags full of water later it was Mario's turn as the red faced boy tried to figure out if he should be staying at school the next weekend.

"I do not want these pants off you tonight. The medicine is going to empty you during the night and you won't have time to get to the toilet," she told both boys as she inserted a suppository into each boy and put on a pair of pull ups on them. Adell put another pillow on Mark's bed and pulled down the sheets as the boys scooted in. She bent down and kissed Mark saying goodnight and then gave Mario a kiss. "Tonight you will not play," she said. As the door closed behind her Mark looked over to Mario. "Nana won't like it if we do it together, but she couldn't mind if we hold each other!" Mario said to his friend. Mark smiled down on Mario. "No, she wouldn't mind!" he said.

About 10 minutes later Adell came back with her pillow and a comforter. Sitting down in a chair, Mark looked at the woman. "You're staying here tonight Nana?" he asked her. "Yes, when the medicine starts working you will both need to be changed so that we're not looking at a huge mess in the morning," she told the boy. Mark fell asleep with a little rumbling going on in his stomach, he didn't think too much about it. Neither did Mario.

Somewhere in the middle of the night Mark awoke with Adell getting Mario out of bed and carrying him into the bathroom. Emily was also now there and got Mark up as the boy realized he was very quickly filling up a pair of pull ups with a bowel movement that wasn't going to be denied. Pull up and all, Mark entered the shower as the pull up decided it had had enough and was giving up the ghost. Adell had already dropped Mario's to the floor as she directed both boys to sit down and not fight the inevitable. Neither boy thought they could hold that much shit, but they had the proof flowing down the drain for the next 10 minutes or so. Close to an hour after they first awoke they were both back in bed with asses covered in Desitin and fresh pull ups on. Round two came before the sun came up, but it was nothing compared to round one and the boys were back in bed just as it got light outside. Both boys were physically exhausted.

The boys awoke to a tap on the door and Adell coming in to turn on the shower. For whatever reason, she didn't seem so pissed anymore and Mark figured he had dodged that bullet. Adell had her trusty urinal out and Mark figured he was in pretty good shape. The school didn't have any soda, so his piss would pass the test. Not only did his fail, so did Mario's. "But Nana, it couldn't be, we don't have any soda at school!" he told her as she looked at him frowning. "Then what are you drinking?" she asked.

"Sometimes tea and sometimes bug juice," he said. "Bug juice?" the woman asked.

"That's what the kids call it, it's like Cool Aid or Tang," he told her. The woman looked back into the urinal at Mario's piss. "Whatever it is, its garbage!" she said as she took the urinal into the bathroom and poured the piss into the toilet. "What about milk?" the woman asked both boys as they climbed into the shower and she began washing Mark while Emily washed Mario. "We have it sometimes, but it tastes nasty so most of us don't drink it," Mario said to her. "Maybe it was the medicine!" Mark suggested. Adell looked at Mark. "That medicine doesn't come out your cock, it came out last night in the shower," she told him. Mario and Emily giggled.

Drying the boys off, Adell laid each boy across her knees and coated each one's ass in Desitan then put underpants on both of them. Adell finally spoke again. "Poppa wants to speak to the both of you," she told Mark. "Should I call him now?" Mark asked.

"You don't have to call him, he's downstairs in the Kitchen," she told him. Mark looked at Adell curiously "In the kitchen?" "Yes, go downstairs," she told both boys. Mark went downstairs two steps at a time. Stavros sat at the table drinking coffee and talking to someone on the phone. "Poppa!" Mark exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around the man's neck and hugged him tightly. "How did you get here?" he asked as the two finally separated. "I flew in last night very late," his Father told him as both boys sat down at the table. Stavros looked over to Mario and smiled. Mario came around the table and gave Stavros a hug and a kiss that told Mark his new friend knew his Father quite well. "Hello Uncle Stavros," Mario said as he pulled his face away from the man. Mark's Father picked up Mario and turning him around, put the boy on his lap.

Adell came over to the table and put a piece of paper in front of the man who looked at it for a few seconds frowning. "When Adell sent you off to school last week you weighed 98 pounds. Last night, even after dinner you weighed 95 pounds," he told Mark. "How could you lose so much weight in just 5 days?" Stavros asked. Once again Mark explained the food situation at school with Mario periodically backing up Mark's story. Now Mark was facing two stone faced people.

After recounting the week's events including the fact that the boys almost always went to bed hungry, Stavros addressed Mario. "Do you know what you weighed before you went to school? he asked the boy. Mario shook his head no. "Last night you weighed 90 pounds. I don't know what you may have lost," he told the boy. "And after last night, both of them weigh even less," Adell tossed in to add a little salt to the school's wounds.

"I have some business to attend to. After breakfast you boys go with Nana and Emily and see the sights, we'll have lunch at the hotel at 1:00." Stavros told both boys as he first drew Mark and then Mario to him and gave each boy a kiss. As Mario stepped back away from the man Stavros looked at the boy. "You are growing into a very fine looking young man," he told him. "You and Mark are getting along well?" he asked the boy. Mario's smile broadened. "He's the only one I can talk to at school. He's my best friend," Mario told the man. "Good, it's very important to me and your Father that the two of you become very good friends, you will know each other for many years to come," he told the boy.

After receiving Adell's phone call the night earlier Stavros had to charter a private jet to fly him to Turin, there were no commercial planes available. Stavros had spent a very large amount of money to send Mark to school and now the boy's Governess was telling him the boy was being starved. Probably if it was anyone else telling him this, he would have made a few phone calls on Monday to find out what was going on. Since it was Adell telling him this, he really had no choice; the woman was furious and she expected him to do something about it. The man arrived in Turin at midnight and was met at the airport by Emily.

Arriving at the house he listened to Adell for probably 20 minutes while the woman vented and went upstairs to look in on Mark and Mario. Both boys were sound asleep as he entered the room. For one, he wanted to see the "Skeleton" that the school had turned Mark into. He lifted the sheets to find Mario squashed against Mark's chest with the boy's arm draped across Mark. Neither Mark nor Mario were hardly skeletons. Mark didn't have the stomach he usually did when Stavros looked at his body, but he didn't see any bones sticking out either. Stavros looked at Mario. This was his best friend's son and he knew the boy as well as he knew his own sons.

Listening to Mark and Mario recall the week's food, Stavros became angrier by the minute. The boys didn't need to be fed steak and caviar, but he bristled at the idea of powdered milk, tang, oatmeal and porridge. His business that day was with the school and before he left, either things were going to drastically change or Mark and Mario would be tutored back in Greece.

Emily called the boys to breakfast and at the mention of real food both boys realized how starved they were. Stavros watched as both boys ate. Normally he smiled as his children ate, he wasn't smiling that morning, he was pissed off.

The boys' morning was filled with sightseeing around the City and lunch found them back at the Golden Palace Hotel with Stavros. "After lunch, I want you to return to the house and I want you both to write me a menu. I want to see 15 different types of meals on the menu for breakfast and then lunch and then Dinner. Nana and Emily will supply a list of fruits, vegetables and deserts. You can help her with the list if you want to," he told the boys. By mid afternoon the menu was done and except for soda being scratched out by Adell, the boys were looking at a dream menu complete with snacks and treats.

Bedtime that evening came after Adell tucked the boys in and Stavros came in to say goodnight. "Nana really didn't seem all that happy today Poppa, do you think she's still mad at me for bringing Mario home from School?" he asked his Father. "Don't be silly, Nana isn't angry with you because of Mario, it has nothing to do with him," he told his son. Stavros gave Mark a kiss and then Stavros turned out the light and closed the bedroom door; he still had work to do on the phone.

Mario figured this was a good time to talk to his new friend; he had a lot of secrets to share and now someone to share them with. "When I'm at home I sometimes sleep in my Father's bed," Mario said. "So what?" Mark said. "So do I." "Do you ever do anything with him?" Mario asked. Mark smiled down at his friend as he pulled himself onto the boy's chest. "Don't be silly, we're Greek!" he told his friend as he kissed him. "Do you sleep with your Uncles too?" Mario now asked. Mark looked at his friend's face below him. "Yes, and my brothers and my cousins too!" Mark told him quite truthfully. "My Father said it was all right if I slept with Your Poppa," Mario told him. "They have always been very best friends and they've always shared everything," the boy continued. "Then you and I are more like brothers than we are friends," Mark told him. Mario felt a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He also didn't feel all alone in the world anymore. The boy was never ashamed of what he did, he just never had anyone to share it with other than Adell, Alexander and Nicholas. Now, Mark was his own age and they could share things that he was never able to share before. He was almost giddy with happiness.

"Your cock is sticking me in the belly button," Mario giggled to his friend. "I can fix that," Mark said as he flipped positions and kissed Mario's stomach and navel on his way to his groin. Mark loved to play with Mario's penis, it was uncircumcised and Mario had a very tight foreskin that clung tenaciously before giving up the boys head and its supply of cream. Mario had a super sensitive head and just sucking on it alone could bring the boy to convulsive orgasm in mere minutes. Mario was still shooting blanks, but Mark knew very well that his friend was just months away from supplying him with his warm sweet juice. As Mark peeled back his friend's foreskin between his lips and teeth, Mario took his friend in his mouth and closed his eyes as his hands wrapped themselves around Mark's buttocks and pulled him into him as tightly as he could. When Mark came for him, he would swallow every bit of nectar he could draw out.

As Mark settled down many minutes later snuggled against Mario's side he had a few thoughts before going to sleep. If his Poppa was taking Mario to bed, it only stood to reason that Mario's Father would take him to his bed as well. Mark had no particular problem with that notion, he just wasn't exactly positive that Stavros would approve if he did that. Adell would know and he felt comfortable enough to ask her when he found the right time and opportunity.

The boys awoke being untangled by Adell as the shower sprayed in the background. The color of the boy's urine didn't make her any happier, but at least she didn't look like she wanted to kill somebody Mark thought to himself. Adell then had both boys lay flat as she probed their intestines.

Both boys stood in the shower drinking a very large glass of ice water as Adell and Emily washed the both of them. After drying them off she inserted another suppository into each boy and slipped on a pair of underpants on them. "When your body tells you you have to go, don't wait until the last minute or you'll be very unhappy!" she warned both boys. Two hours later, Mario needed clean underpants. "Look on the bright side," Mark told his friend as they both changed into clean underpants. "At least she didn't fill us up with water again!" Mario giggled at the thought.

Sunday morning breakfast was always more extensive than the rest of the week, and this Sunday was no different. Even Stavros seemed to eat more than he normally did when he joined the group for Breakfast, and it was a good hour before the last of the coffee, tea and chocolate milk disappeared. "I will be leaving this afternoon after some meetings," Stavros told the boys. "I have spoken to your Father Mario. You will join Mark on weekends and will be tutored by Sergio. Your Poppa will be here next weekend to visit with you," he said as Mario beamed. "You need to call him and tell him you are alright, he is concerned about you." "I'll call him right now!" the boy said. "Your Father is in Sicily right now. You can call him tonight after 7:00," Stavros told him.

Mark and Mario spent much of the day riding bikes around the countryside. Mark wished he had his Vespa, but Adell wouldn't have it. "Too much traffic," she told him. Mark saw about 10 cars all day. The boys found a stream and did some hiking through the woods. Earlier in the day, Mark had a good laugh over Mario's "accident." By 2:00 it was Mario's turn to have some fun at Mark's expense as he watched his friend bury his underpants under some large stones in the woods.

Even at 17 Emily was a good cook and she was becoming even better at it as the weeks progressed. She made a beef stew for dinner that night and there were no leftovers after the boys finished. Evening baths gave Mark the opportunity and atmosphere he was looking for to ask Adell what could probably be considered a very delicate question. "Mario calls Poppa Uncle," the boy said to his Governess. "Does that mean Mario's Poppa is my Uncle?" Adell looked at the boy as she continued to wash Mario who was standing next to him. "Your two Poppa's have been together since they were little boys," she told them both. "They consider themselves more like brothers than friends. They share everything," she said. "Then Poppa wouldn't be angry if I called him Uncle?' Mark asked. Adell knew the true meaning of the question, but it really didn't have to be said. "Your Poppa would be as happy as Mario's Poppa is about his son's relationship with your Father," she told Mark. Mark nodded his head. He had received the green light to sleep with Mario's Father if that's what Mario's Father made a move to do. Mario was no longer a good friend in Mark's eyes; he was an extended member of the Family.

AUTHORS NOTE:

During the research of Mark's new life in Greece and of his new friends and Family, three very key people played a very important role in Mark's life and to his story and could not be removed from the story without accounting for their existence.

At the same time, these same people specifically requested that they not be identified beyond basic facts and their wishes have been respected. Therefore, in depth details have not been written concerning these people, and omission is intentional.

As Mark and Mario went directly to their classroom after returning from the weekend with his Governess, Mark had the very distinct feeling that he was being watched very closely. To him, it almost like he was walking down the hall totally naked, he even checked his zipper to see if his dick was sticking out just in case.

"Man, did the shit hit the fan while you were gone," Zack said to him the moment Mark sat down at his desk. Mark immediately looked over to Stuart. "What did you do to him?" he asked the twin. Zachary looked at Mark in confusion. "Do to who?" he asked.

"Stuart. Isn't that what you're talking about?" Mark asked the boy. "Shit no stupid. I'm talking about your old man," Zachary replied.

"My Father? What does he have to do with anything?" Mark now asked.

"Hah!" said Zachary, "He fucking near tore the Headmaster's asshole out on Saturday and was back again yesterday" the boy said. "Why?" Mark asked.

"Because you complained about the food!" his friend told him.

Mark figured his career as an International Private School student was at an end and he'd be returning to Greece on the next plane with Adell. He really didn't mind, but he damned well knew he would very much miss Mario, not to even mention Stuart who he would most probably never see again. He expected to be called to the Headmaster's office at any moment, and every time the door to the classroom opened, he figured it was his escort to the front door.

Lunch time came, and as Mark and his class walked into the dining hall together the boys already there were clapping so along with Mark's classmates he started to clap too as he walked to the 8th Grade table. "Stop clapping you idiot, they're clapping for you!" Mack said to him as he approached the table. "Me?" Mark asked as he looked around him. Mark sat down with a face redder than a Mackintosh apple.

During the weekend Stavros had contacted the parents of more than two dozen boys at the school and received their proxy to negotiate with the school to improve the food or lose dozens of students immediately, more as soon as the parents could reach the rest of the parents. Mario's Father traveled to Sicily to secure a chef and staff from a culinary school there, and the school was told they would arrive on Monday to begin work. Basically the school was told they had two options; either immediately improve the food, or the students' bags would be packed.

"We had roast beef for dinner last night, and real eggs this morning!" Jean-Paul told Mark with a huge grin on his face. "And no more bug juice, we have real milk now!" chimed in Stuart. "How did you get your Father to do it?" Zachary asked.

"We didn't know anything about it. We just told him what we were eating for the past week," Mark said to him. With Mario sitting there completely in the dark about the goings on around him, Mark translated the conversation back into Greek for the boy. "Mark lost 3 pounds last week and his Grandmother went fucking berserk!" Mario said. A small light bulb now went off in Mark's head. "It wasn't my Dad, it was Nana!" he said to Mario. "I don't give a fuck who did it, we're eating now!" Zack said as he picked up his fork and started to devour his lunch.

The school instituted a new policy and put together a student representative from each Grade to work on an advisory panel to the school's new dietician. The boys didn't get the ice cream for breakfast that they had suggested, but they did get food that they thrived on from that point on throughout Mark's entire stay of 6 years at the school and in 2004, Mark's First Born Son began his schooling at age 10 at Turin and the food remains at the standards set by Stavros for his son 16 years earlier. The Headmaster remained at the school for another 5 years after the confrontation with Stavros when he took a similar position in Milan. He smiled at Mark occasionally, but rarely got close enough to the boy to actually speak to him.

Mark was very concerned about how Stuart's weekend went and right after classes the three boys once again reconvened on Mark's bed. "OK, so what happened?" Mark asked.

"Everything was OK, I slept with Jean-Paul," Stuart said to his friends. Mark translated Stuart's answer into Greek for Mario and both boys sat there for a moment looking at each other. "What do you mean you slept together?" Mark asked his little friend. "Here in your bed," Stuart pointed. "Did he try to do anything with you?" Mark asked. Stuart turned a little pink, but nothing like he would have a week earlier. "No, but we did touch our dickies." "Touch them where?" Mark asked.

"Just touched them. I touched mine and he touched his," Stuart replied. Mark translated to Mario who found it all fairly amusing. He was watching a boy come out of the closet. Not much of a closet, but a closet nevertheless. "He's like a little child who whacked it for the first time. He looks like the cat who ate the mouse," Mario said to Mark in Greek. "He's beginning to realize that his mother is a fucking nincompoop," Mark responded. "So, you touched your dickie and it didn't fall off," Mark said to Stuart "I don't understand, you don't look nasty and filthy to me!" Mark continued. Stuart smiled a little but didn't really say anything. He was on a learning curve concerning his mother's teachings and finding out that he was being taught the world was flat since he was a baby. "Come on, let's go play until dinner!" Mark said as he got up off the bed and went downstairs to the playroom on the second floor.

The second floor of the house was set up as a play area in one section and a much bigger area set aside for a reference library and study area. This was where most of the boys' homework was done. With the upstairs bedroom area exclusively a sleeping and bathroom situation, the majority of the boys' spare time when they were indoors was spent on the second floor. The second floor was also the place where Gabrielle spent the majority of her waking time. It took the boys a little time, but they soon learned to get used to the idea of having a five year old girl playing amongst themselves especially given the fact that the little girl rarely wore any clothing inside the house and had one thumb in her mouth and one finger up her vagina at all times. With her thumb in her mouth, she rarely spoke, and Mark was somewhat amazed some five years later when he saw a pretty little 10 year old girl walking with her brothers on campus and she was pointed out to Mark as being Gabrielle. She actually had a dress on and he could see all 10 of her fingers!

The girl was married in 2004 and now has a little girl of her own.

Dinner that night was served buffet style and the student body was introduced to the new kitchen staff that got a raucous round of applause. Northern Italy cooking was out, Southern Italian and International cooking was in and the boys took an hour to eat a meal that normally took 15 minutes from start to finish.

Shower time came with another small surprise for Mark; he wasn't being used as a blind for Stuart to hide his dickie. Stuart still walked to the shower in his underpants, but they went down the chute without a second glance on Stuart's part and Stuart actually walked back naked to his room not hiding his genitals in his hands. "Nice progress," Mark thought to himself.

As bedtime approached, the question of who was going to be sleeping where was once again at the forefront of the boys' minds. Over the weekend, Jean-Paul and Stuart slept together, now they were still comfortable with that arrangement but Mark and Mario were back. Zachary pretty much broke the ice for the group. "Let's just put all the beds together like everybody else in the dorm and me and my brother promise not to fuck Stuart in the middle of the night," he said with about as straight a face as he could put on. Stuart at first wasn't exactly sure if Zachary was fooling with him or being serious. "Speak for yourself," Mack said to his brother before Stuart could respond. As the twins exploded in laughter, Stuart realized he was being played with and giggled a little.

As all the boys prepared for bed Stuart reached for his pajamas and brought them over to the bed. Looking at the other boys all in their underwear or bare assed naked, he looked at his pajamas and dropped them to the floor. If he was ill, he would wear them again but other than that the pajamas were never worn again.

The lights flickered and 15 minutes later, six boys were lined up like soldiers all lying in beds one next to the other as the room grew dark and the moon shone through the open window. A good 5 or 10 minutes was spent while Mark described Turin and what was beyond the school grounds to the boys and some of the other boys in the dorm who came in and listened in. Eventually, the dorm grew quieter and pair by pair they drifted off to their rooms. Pretty much out of the blue Stuart spoke. "What does it feel like when Mack sucks on your dickie Zack?" Four boys' eyes opened wide. Mark looked over to Zack "Easy!" he said to the twin. Zack thought for a few seconds. "It's very hard to describe, but Mack can show you if you want him to," he told the boy. Stuart said nothing for a long time while the rest of the boys in the room pretty much held their breath. Just before Mark turned blue, Stuart asked him what he thought he should do. "Well, if you want to find out how it feels, I don't really know a better dickie sucker than Mack," Mark told him. "Fuck you!" Mack told Mark. More than a few giggles were shared along with a feigned protest by the twin before Stuart spoke again. "Should I?" he asked his friend. "Stuart, you should do it only if you want to and you feel OK about doing it," Mark told him. Stuart's next question had the boys pulling off their underpants and sitting up in bed in under 5 seconds. "How do I do it?" he asked. Once Mario was brought up to speed on the goings on, the loss of the last virgin of the 8th Grade was set into motion.

The taking of Stuart's cherry signified to the rest of the boys in the room a beginning of their freedom. Once the dorm contained no virgin, they no longer needed to muffle sounds or actions and didn't need to take a pulse and listen for heavy breathing before they got it one with each other. Everybody in the dorm knew that except for Stuart and he was about to become a non virgin. Of the 36 boys in the dorm he was the last holdout and every boy in the dorm was waiting for him to discover his penis did something else besides dribble piss on the toilet seat.

Mark propped himself up against the headboard and put a pillow in back of himself and drew up Stuart until the boy's ass rested just short of his groin between his legs. Mark's penis could feel the bumps on Stuart's spine, and he was positive Stuart knew it was there. With his arms under Stuart's armpits and a crossed his chest, Stuart was nestled on top of Mark's chest facing up. "The first thing you need to do is to have your underpants taken off," Mark told him. Stuart looked down at his underwear. At 11 years of age he was a little small for his age, but nothing to really be ashamed about. As Stuart thought about it the other boys in the room looked at his small but growing lump. Mario and Jean-Paul had taken sitting positions on the bed alongside Stuart and Mark and the two were sitting Indian style waiting for the show to begin. Along with the twins who were now standing at the end of the bed, all the boys were standing proud and tall in the penis department. Stuart couldn't see it, but he knew Mark too had a stiffy sitting somewhere just on top of his bum. Stuart laid his head back down on Mark's chest and said "OK." A little like a lamb about to be sacrificed on an altar, Mark thought to himself.

Jean-Paul and Mario pulled his pants down as Stuart's penis began to come into view. It shined in the moonlight when it popped up into place after leaving his pants. Stuart had one damned cute looking penis Mark thought to himself as the blue lines coursed upwards along the boy's shaft. Stuart had very little for balls, but they were held tightly against his groin and were two little blue lumps almost visible through his translucent scrotum. Mark knew that Stuart's penis knew very well what was coming. By this time, more than a few other boys in the dorm were aware of the taking, and a very interested group began to arrive and very quietly observe with boners pointed at Stuart like spears.

"Stuart, close your eyes and keep them closed. Think about what you are feeling, not about what's touching you," Mark told him as he lowered his head to Stuart's face and kissed Stuart's eyes closed. With the boys stomach rising and falling slowly Mack moved forward and slid between Stuart's legs.

Mack lifted Stuart's legs over Mark's and laid them on top as he moved both his hands from Stuart's knees up the side of Stuart's thighs. Stuart felt the hair on his legs tingle as Mack's hands moved slowly towards his crotch. The hairs were standing straight and tall as his fingers moved and Stuart felt Goosebumps rising. Mack opened Stuart's legs apart as he finally got within reach of the boy's genitals as Stuart's penis stood straight up from his body towards the ceiling. Mack's fingers lowered Stuart's foreskin down uncovering the little boy's mushroom shaped head and Mack smiled to his brother as he hesitated for a very few brief seconds to study Stuart's shaft.

"Ya gonna suck the bloody thing or take a picture?" Zack asked his brother. Mack giggled as Stuart's penis disappeared along with his scrotum. Stuart's first reaction was to stop breathing as he drew in a deep breath. "Relax" Mark told the boy as he kissed Stuart on the forehead. "Mack knows how to do it," he told the boy. Stuart's breathing now grew shaper and shallower by the moment. So did more than a few of the peanut gallery that was growing in number standing around the bed.

As Mack continued to fondle Stuart's genitals in his mouth, Stuart opened his eyes and looked into Mark's face. Mark smiled down on his friend who didn't have a scared look on his face; it was more like a hazy look like Stuart was dreaming or something. Mark bent down and kissed his eyes closed again and then kissed him on the lips very gently. When Mark finally lifted his face back away from the boy beneath him he looked around at the growing group of boys who were now climbing over the beds to get a closer look at Stuart's deflowering. Mark studied as many of the boys as he could. In 8th Grade the boys ranged in age from the mid 12th year to the mid 13th.

The boys around him ran the gamut in the maturation department from hairless babies to bushy hunks with balls that were most certainly doing more than just rolling around their sack. The Turin winter was long and cold, but it was going to be a very warm and busy winter at school for the 8th Grade boys' house.

To Mark, one boy among them stood out like a sore thumb. Sebastian was a 13 year old boy from Switzerland with sandy blond hair and green eyes that could mesmerize. He was about 5 feet tall with a penis that went almost half way down to his knee when not erect. Now standing on Jean-Paul's bed in a pair of underpants, his penis stood pinned to his body sideways in his pants and still it damned near peeked out of the top of the waistband. It was obvious that if his penis were straight up, it would reach past his belly button with ease. From the showers Mark knew the boy to be uncircumcised and that only added to Mark's growing interest in getting to know Sebastian a whole lot better. Despite the fact that Stuart was being made love to before him, Sebastian wasn't looking at Stuart, he was watching Mark guide Stuart through his lovemaking. He watched as Mark kissed his friend about as gently and lovingly as he had ever seen anyone kiss another person; boy or girl. Mark intrigued Sebastian; they were both now looking forward to getting to know each other a lot better.

Stuart's head was almost a maroon red color that glistened in the moonlight and occasionally swelled as Stuart's body reacted to Mack's tongue and teeth that were slowly and gently nibbling away at his head as he lowered the boy's penis to slide deeper with every movement of Stuart's hips. Nobody needed to know that Stuart's heart was pumping; you could see it in his penis as it twitched every time Mack backed off the boy. Just before dropping down on his shaft to suckle Stuart to climax, Mack wiped the boy's head under his nose. From that point on, Mack would be able to identify Stuart in total darkness among the other boys in the dorm. Mack didn't need fingerprints, he had a much better method of identification and it worked as he would be happy to prove to any non believers over the next 3 years that he attended Turin.

By the time Mack dropped down to Stuart's groin and was sucking the boy's foreskin as deeply into his throat as it would slide, Stuart was breathing like he was running in a marathon. Mack didn't have to guess what Stuart was feeling, Stuart's body was telling him loudly and clearly.

Mark put a hand on Stuart's heart. It was pumping probably three times faster than it usually did. Even in the darkness, Mark could see his face and neck getting red and the boy was now panting instead of breathing through his nose. Mack was taking Stuart to a place that Stuart only thought he knew about in a vague dream he might have had a few times in the night as a very young boy.

As Mack worked on him, Stuart's body rose higher and higher in the bed until Mark had to support his ass with his legs and finally with his own hips. As far as Mark and the rest of the boys knew, Stuart climaxed in a dry orgasm for the first time with his back arched tighter than a bow and his ass about two feet off the bed. When Stuart grew up, he wasn't going to be motionless and he wasn't going to be very quiet when he made love if his first time around was any indication of future endeavors.

It took damned near five minutes for Stuart to calm down enough for him to even begin thinking about talking and by that time, the rest of the dorm was either going to bed or going on to bigger and better things. Stuart lay on top of Mark for a good long time before he stopped sweating and breathing like a freight train. Mark sat there with him and turned Stuart around so that the boy was now facing him with his head resting on top of Mark's chest. Mark drew up the sheets as the other boys found a way to get rid of their new found tension.

Occasionally the boy opened his eyes, but for the most part he lay there very deep in thought about what he had just experienced. "It was a lot different than when I would play with my dickie back in New Plymouth," Stuart finally said as he wrapped his arms around Mark's chest. Mark allowed the reference to jerking off slide.

Despite Stuart's earlier protestations that he never jerked off, Mark was much too wise to swallow that load of horseshit. "Different good or different bad?" Mark asked him as he stroked the boy's soaking wet brow. Stuart giggled a little. "Good," he told his friend. "You're not sorry you let Mack do that?" Mark asked.

"No, I wanted to find out why everybody in the house is doing it. Do you know I saw four boys in the shower yesterday?" Stuart said. "Two of them were actually fucking," he told his friend. "What did you think of them?" Mark asked.

"I don't know, I don't think I want to do that stuff," Stuart said. "OK, than if anybody asks you, all you have to do is to tell them no and they'll go away and leave you alone," Mark told him. Stuart lifted his head and looked at Mark. "Is that what you do?" the boy asked.

"No, Stuart," Mark replied.

"I fuck too." Stuart looked at Mark for a few seconds and then lowered his head back down on Mark's chest again. "Does it feel the same when boys kiss girls?" the boy now asked his friend. "What do you mean, the same as what?" Mark asked.

"The same as when you kissed me just now," Stuart said. "Sure, I guess so," Mark replied.

"Good, I liked it when you kissed me tonight, it was different than when we just kiss hello or goodbye," he told his friend. Mark didn't respond verbally, he just bent down and kissed his friend on the ear.

Stuart had come a long way from the start of school the week earlier and Mark was happy with the boy's progress. He knew damned good and well that Stuart would eventually fuck, he just hoped he'd be there when it happened.

After Stuart's coming out party, Mark wouldn't have minded it one bit if Stuart fell asleep so he could get it on with any other boy in the room, especially Mario, but instead Mark found himself asleep before he got the chance. The last thing he remembered that night was shifting Stuart down to where Stuart's head was laying on top of his stomach and the rest of the boy was nestled between his legs.

Morning broke with the lights coming on and bells ringing once again in the background somewhere. Sandwiched between Mario and Jean-Paul, with Stuart still on top of him, Mark was laying in solid piss from one end of him to the other. What he didn't feel, he smelled. With Stuart so far down, even Mark's feet felt wet to him. Mark reached under Stuart's armpits and brought him back up to his chest level.

As Stuart opened his eyes and evaluated his position, he pretty much froze on top of Mark. "I'm naked!" Stuart whispered to Mark with a desperate tone to his voice. "Yea, we all are remember?" Mark said to him. "I have to have underpants on!" Stuart said to him. "Why, we just have to take a shower anyway, we're all wet," Mark said to him. "But the other kids will see me!" the boy said. Mark laughed to himself. "Stuart last night just about every kid in eighth grade watched you get a blowjob. What's the big deal about being naked now?" he asked. Stuart's eyes were filling back up as he looked down at his friend below him. "Mark, please, I have to have underpants on!" he told Mark with a voice that was getting more desperate by the second.

Mark himself had never experienced it, and most of his friends didn't either, but Mark recognized morning shyness when he heard it. It really didn't matter if Stuart was fucked by every kid in the house at night, in the morning, he had no sexual libido going whatsoever and he wasn't about to show anybody his genitals if he could help it! By this time, Stuart was physically shaking in tremors on top of Mark. Speaking in Greek, he told Mario to get a pair of Stuart's underpants out of the drawer and as he put them on Stuart under the covers, the tremors stopped almost instantly as the boy's penis touched the cotton. "OK, your dickie is back under wraps," he said to the boy as he stroked Stuart's ass with his hands. "Happy now?"

"I'm sorry!" Stuart said as he lay there feeling Mark's hands caress him like he used to remember his Father doing when he was a very little boy. "Don't worry about it Stuart, you have nothing to be sorry about," his friend said.

Mark wanted to shower and get clean in the worst way, but Stuart wanted to wait until most of the boys were finished. "Suppose we run out of hot water?" Mark said to him. Stuart shook his head. "We never run out of hot water, even when some of the boys stay in there for hours," Stuart told him. "Hours? Why would they stay in there for hours?" Mark asked him. Stuart lifted his head off his friend's chest. "That's where they fuck!" he told Mark. "Oh, neat!" Mark replied to a very curious Stuart.

With about 15 minutes to go before breakfast, Stuart was ready to venture out into the world and Mario joined him and Mark in the shower. As Stuart had said, the water was still very hot and the shower room was more like a sauna than a shower. Mark decided he would expand Stuart's horizons and sat down on the floor and had Stuart sit in his lap facing him. As Mark dropped a bunch of shampoo on Stuart's head and began washing his hair Stuart did the same. As Mark reached Stuart's chest and arms, Stuart was being washed for probably the first time in his life with bare hands instead of the washcloth his mother always used. "It feels a lot different when you wash me," Stuart said to his friend as he laid back on Mark's legs. "My mother always used a wash cloth," he told his friend. "She said it was too stimulating to me if I was washed with bare hands." The more Mark heard about Stuart's mother the less the boy liked her. "How did she ever allow your dad to have sex with her to have you?" Mark asked sarcastically. "I don't think my mom ever had sex with my dad," Stuart replied in defense of his mother. "Were you adopted?" Mark asked him. "No, my mother had me in the hospital; I've seen pictures of me with her in the hospital room," Stuart replied. Mark was more than a little surprised. "Stuart, do you know how babies are made? Did your mother ever tell you anything about sex?" he asked the boy. Stuart shook his head no as he looked at the floor. "My mum just said that all sex was dirty and filthy and I should never do it," he told Mark.

Stuart's statement took the wind out of Mark's sail concerning any thoughts that he might have had about engaging him. Two minutes earlier, if Stuart gave the go-ahead nod, Mark would have said screw breakfast and had sex with him until the cows came home. Now, touching him would have left Mark feeling like a heel. The boy was totally ignorant about everything sexual and probably thought his mother was the Virgin Mary. He'd have to get some guidance first, and when it came to sexual matters, nobody was a better expert than Adell. He would get her advice on the weekend.

Mario, Mark and Stuart arrived in the dining hall minutes before the rest of the boys were leaving for classes and began leaving with them figuring they had missed breakfast. One of the school staff observed the boys as they approached the door to leave. She spoke to the boys in Italian. Mark stopped an Italian boy from class who interpreted for the boys. "You have not eaten," the woman said as she pointed back to the table. "We'll be late for class; we got up too late to eat," Mark said to her. The woman talked to the other boy and then left the dining hall. "You are not allowed to miss any meals. The school has very strict orders from the Headmaster to make sure you eat," he told Mark. Breakfast that morning was Belgian waffles and the 3 boys were 30 minutes late to class with an excuse from the Headmaster.

Mark's academic concerns were pretty much put on the back burner during his first week of school coupled with the food debacle over the weekend, but now that he was back in class Mark had to address the problems he faced with his studies; he had to learn to speak Italian, he had to learn to read and write in Greek and Italian, he had to learn Math and Science in Metric, he needed to study World and Greek history, and in his spare time he needed to learn the monetary systems of North America and Europe. Mark's only saving grace was his teacher and tutor, Sergio. The teacher was rarely in his life for the first week of school which was considered his "Orientation" to life in a boarding school for boys. Sergio had been a student himself at age 7 in a boarding school and graduated to go on to become a teacher. The man loved his growing up years and vicariously lived through the boys he subsequently taught.

Sergio taught for 5 years at a private boy's school in Nice, France where he met and taught Mark's brother Alexander, and now the man was hired by Mark's Father to tutor his son in his new school In Turin. The man was fluent in English, Italian and Greek and was the perfect choice for Mark. The man was well known to Mark far in advance of the boy actually meeting him. Alexander had told him all about his new teacher, and how well the man taught. As a boarding school student himself as a boy, Sergio also was well acquainted with the customs and practices of the boys he taught. He was also a scholar of Greek history, and very much liked the old ways of doing things. All this Mark knew very well and looked forward to the coming years.

The teacher taught Italian to the boys during school hours and was on salary with the school. After school and on weekends he took in students for tutoring. He had 3 of the boys from Eighth Grade, 2 boys from Sixth Grade and 4 boys from Fifth Grade. All the boys being tutored where private students whose parents paid Sergio separately for his services. Mark and Mario would be tutored together, 3 days a week in the afternoons after regular school for 2 hours.

On Monday afternoon, Mark and Mario knocked on the teacher's apartment door and stood before their new Pedagogue. Mark had a slight advantage over Mario simply because the teacher already knew Mark and his Father through his brother Alexander. Sergio knew little to nothing about Mario, having received a message from the boy's Father that he would be tutoring his son with Mark, and to send his bill directly to him for his services. Sergio knew he had a Greek child now standing before him, but little else.

After introductions, Sergio spoke first and had several questions for Mark. "How long have you two known each other?" he asked the boy. "Since last week," Mark replied. Sergio fidgeted a little bit, but there was no real smooth way to just come out and ask Mark if the new boy understood what the relationship between him and his pupils would be. "I'm sure that Alexander has told you about my teaching methods," he said to the boy. "Is that something that Mario won't understand?" Mark smiled a little at the teacher. "I've only known Mario for a week, but my Father and Mario's Father were raised together," he told the teacher. "My Father suggested you tutor Mario to his Father." "You're saying that he has been raised traditionally?" Sergio asked.

"As traditional as me, Alexander and Nicholas," Mark responded. Sergio looked deep into Mark's eyes. "Our Poppas have made you our teacher; we both know you will teach us everything we need to know, and that we are to be cooperative with you in every way," Mark told him. "Mario will be as cooperative with you as I will be." Sergio took in the boy's words and looked over to Mario. Mario shook his head yes.

Sergio was very pleased with what he was just told. He first greeted Mark with a kiss on both cheeks and one on the lips and then Mario. "Do you have any questions of me from what Alexander has told you?" the teacher asked. Mark had one. "Alexander said you preferred to teach your pupils naked. Is that how you will teach us?" he asked.

"Unless it makes you uncomfortable, yes," Sergio said. "Did Alexander tell you why I prefer my pupils to be naked when they are being given lessons?" the teacher asked.

"He told me that the tradition goes back in history to Socrates and Plato and that boys learn faster when they are stimulated," Mark said to his teacher. "That is true, the traditional philosophy as described by Plato in The Republic is that the fastest way to stimulate a boy's brain is through his groin. Not only do I believe that, but I have found that it actually works in practice. For example, with Alexander who learned Greek twice as fast as boys who were not tutored traditionally. I assume your Father knows you would be taught as your brother was." Mark looked over to Mario and then back at his teacher. "My Father says I am to place myself in your care and follow your instructions. I'm sure that Mario's Father is aware of everything that my brother told my Father and he expects Mario to do the same," he told the man. "Good. I accept the both of you as pupils and we begin your education today," Sergio said as he sat back in his chair.

Mark stepped in front of the man and started to take off his shirt. The teacher took Mark's hands away and put them at the boy's side. "That is for me to do," he told Mark as he lifted the boy's shirt and pulled it slowly over his head. Mark's shorts now drifted to the floor as the teacher took them off underpants and all. Mark now stood naked except for his shoes and socks. Sergio slowly turned the boy around several times as he studied the boy's body. Sergio very much appreciated a boy's body. It really didn't matter to the man if the boy was well endowed or not, it mattered much more how well the boy presented himself and how cooperative he would be. In Alexander, he had a boy who he would tutor for free if need be, now, he beheld his brother and felt the same way. The feel, the smell, the touch of the boy told Sergio he had another gem on his hands, he was going to thoroughly enjoy teaching the child.

Motioning for Mario, he had him naked in short order and the man now had two very Greek looking boys standing before him with erections that would have pleased Achilles. The teacher smiled at both boys. "I'm sure Alexander also told you that you would be learning and that your nakedness would become a matter of routine for you before very long." Mark smiled a little as he blushed a soft pink color. "Alexander said that your lessons were never boring and that being naked was something he almost forgot about most of the time." Sergio smiled. "Stavros is rich way beyond wealth!" he said as he took Mark's face in his hands and kissed the boy tenderly. Motioning to Mario he kissed the boy in the same way. As he sat the boys down on the floor he took off both boys' shoes and socks and they were now in the uniform they would be tutored in for the next 3 years by Sergio.

Once both boys were completely naked, Sergio himself got undressed and for the remainder of the session the lessons would be taught as Sergio gently stroked and massaged each boy being very careful not to bring either to climax. The boys' first lessons in Italian were centered on anatomy as the teacher had the boys repeat the different parts that were being touched over and over again. Mark's first full sentence he could say by rote was "I have a very beautiful penis."

Neither boy had very much difficulty learning the language; they were saturated in it almost every waking hour. Learning to read and write it was different, especially for Mark who had to also learn to read and write Greek as well. By January, all the boys were mostly conversing in Italian, in or out of school.

By Friday, it was time to decide whether or not anybody in the room wanted to move to another room. Zachary wasn't all that nutty about the fact that both Mark and now Mario were leaving every weekend, but he went along with it once his brother pointed out that it left two beds open for "Guests" while Mark and Mario were gone. Stuart was getting more comfortable with himself as the week went by and had even taken part in a few circle jerks with all the boys in his room. The twins were especially happy with his progress and were eagerly awaiting his permission to take the activity up a notch or two.

By the end of the second week the "Pecking order" was also established in the dorm and a boy from another room was pretty much considered the most skilled when it came to fighting, but even he gave way to the twins. Of the two, Mack was probably the better fighter, but the problem the other boys in the house had was that the twins never fought alone. If you got into a fight with one, there was no question whatsoever that you had to fight both of them. Most fights were petty problems; usually centered around sports, mostly football (Soccer). Having the twins in their room gave cover to the remaining 4 boys; nobody really wanted to "Test" the twins' loyalty to their roommates. Mark was particularly happy with that, it afforded Stuart a good measure of protection while he was absent, all he needed to do was to convince the twins not to flip Stuart on his stomach while he was gone, with or without Stuart's permission.

On Friday afternoon after lessons with Sergio Mark found the twins walking back to the house from the ball fields and decided he would try to convince them not to engage Stuart until he had the chance to talk to Adell. "If he agrees to play, what's the big deal?" Zachary asked Mark. "If you talk to him you'd know what the big deal is," Mark replied.

"He's completely stupid about anything having to do with sex. It would be like asking a two year old if he'd blow you. Of course the kid is going to say yes, but does he know what's going on?" Mark said to both boys. "He didn't do much complaining when I had sex with him," Mack replied.

"So would a two year old!" Mark insisted. "So what are you gonna do?" Zachary asked.

"I'll ask my Nana," Mark responded. Both boys looked at each other and giggled. "You're gonna ask your Grandmother how to teach him about fucking?" Mack said. "She knows everything about sex and she will tell us how to deal with Stuart," he told the twins. Both boys again looked at each other. "You talk to your Grandmother about sex?" Zachary asked.

"Whenever I want to," Mark replied.

"Cool," both boys said. The twins both agreed to keep things to a dull roar concerning Stuart over the weekend, and Mark left with Mario a little more relieved than he thought he would be. Stuart separated with both boys much easier than the week previous; he had a growing relationship with Jean-Paul, and was making other friends from the dorm as well.

Emily arrived at the school just before dinner and to Mark's surprise Alexander was in the car already. Emily had picked him up in Nice and as the car pulled up Alexander came flying out with the car still rolling. The bond that had grown between Mark and Alexander surprised even Mark himself. While Alexander was the older and certainly more mature of the two Alexander was, at the same time, more dependent upon Mark. This confused the hell out of him; he was barely able to take care of himself, how was he constantly finding himself placed in the role of the protector rather than the protected? Mark was searching seriously to find ways to take burdens off his shoulders and instead he was knee-deep in yet another.

Mario stood by the car watching as Alexander planted a kiss on Mark that had his pants tenting. "Mario!" Alexander exclaimed as he saw the boy standing next to Mark. Leaving Mark's embrace, Alexander picked up the boy and whirled him around in the parking lot and planted a kiss on him as Mark looked on. Mario beamed as Alexander swung him around like a carnival ride with his arms wrapped around his friend's neck.

The greeting at the door with Adell was controlled bedlam as Alexander practically swept the woman off her feet and hugged her. Mark and Mario stood by and watched the two. "How long has he been at school?" Mario asked.

"Two weeks," Mark replied.

"He saw her two weeks ago?" he asked his friend. "Yeah," Mark replied.

"Jeez, it looks like they've been apart for a year!" Mario said. Mark smiled at his friend as both boys giggled to each other.

Eventually the two separated and it was time for Adell to pay some attention to Mark and Mario. "Take off your shoes she ordered both boys and weighed them there in the living room. Both boys had regained their lost weight and Adell now wanted to check their intestines. With Alexander wondering what the hell was going on, she had both boys lay down on the floor and palpated each boy's intestines. "When did you last go to the bathroom?" was her next question to both boys as one by one she had them pee into a urinal. "Nana, are you studying to become a Doctor?" Alexander asked. Mark giggled. "You should have been here last week!" he said.

"Well Dr. Adell, have we passed the exam?" Mark now asked the woman. The woman ignored the mock sarcasm. "You have both gained back your lost weight and you are not constipated. Your water is clear, so you are not drinking junk anymore," she told both boys. "You will both call your Poppa tonight so don't forget to tell them that you are well. Wash up for dinner, we will eat at the hotel tonight because Emily has been driving all day," she told the boys as they went upstairs to their room.

As Alexander reached the bedroom, he looked around for the first time. Flopping on a bed, he had a bunch of questions on his mind. "What was all that stuff about?" he asked his brother. Mark explained to him the story of the food and the fact that Stavros had come to Turin after getting called by Adell. "I spoke to Poppa on the phone; he never said anything about it to me," Alexander said. "He didn't say anything to us either, he just went to the school and blew the Headmaster's doors in," said Mark in response. Alexander giggled. "So what is your school like, do you like it?" Alexander now asked.

"It's OK, I have a ton of classes, but Sergio is tutoring us three days a week." Alexander now sat up in bed. "Sergio tutors the both of you?" he asked his brother. Mark and Mario shook their heads. "Together?" Alexander asked. Again both boys shook their heads yes. Alexander now spoke directly to Mark. "You know that Mario is more than just a friend right?" he asked his brother in English. "Poppa intends to merge our two families into one as soon as he and Mario's Father can," Alexander said. Mark knew all about Mario and his relationship to his Family, but a merger had never been talked about before. Mark wasn't exactly sure what it even was or how you accomplish it.

For his part, Mario was a bit pissed. Having both his friends revert to English in front of him was a blatant exclusion as far as he was concerned. It was rude and as far as Mario was concerned unnecessary. His feelings were clearly hurt, especially from Alexander whom the boy knew long before he knew Mark. "Would you like me to go away?" Mario asked Alexander. Alexander looked at Mario wondering what his question was about. "What do you mean? Why would we want you to go away?" he asked his friend. "The both of you are talking in English, would you like me to go away?" Mario repeated. Both Mark and Alexander now realized that Mario felt left out. "I'm sorry Mario. I asked Mark if he knew you were much more than just a friend, that you are a part of our Family and I didn't know if he knew that or not," Alexander told the boy. "Then why didn't you just ask him in Greek?" Mario asked. Alexander smiled at Mario. Shaking his head, he told the boy: "Mario, we aren't trying to keep any secrets from you, I didn't know what Mark knew about you and our Family and spoke to him in English to save you from any embarrassment." "What embarrassment?" Mario asked.

"About our private family business," Alexander replied. Mario studied Alexander's face for a few seconds. "That's all?" he asked the boy. "That's all!" both boys replied. Mario was happy with the response. It also told both Mark and Alexander not to exclude Mario in their conversations in the future by switching languages and if they did to immediately tell him what was being discussed and why.

Dinner at the hotel went well with Adell asking mostly about the new food. All three boys discussed their week's school work and arrived back at the house just in time for baths and phone calls to Greece. Mario's Father was delighted that Mario was getting on so well with Mark and he and Adell talked probably longer than Mario did. Adell first washed Alexander and then took him into the bedroom to clip his nails and clean his ears. While she did that, Emily washed Mark and then Mario. One by one, Adell and Emily had each boy squeaky clean from head to foot. With a goodnight kiss to each boy, she shut off the light. "When is my Father coming?" Mario asked the woman as she gave him his goodnight kiss. "He will be here when you wake up in the morning," Adell told the boy who grinned from ear to ear.

With a very light breeze blowing, the curtains waved in the air and the sounds were coming through the open windows from the woods surrounding the house. As the boy's eyes got used to the dark, Alexander who was in the middle turned himself around between Mark and Mario and scooted himself down to the bottom of the bed with his feet just dangling over the end of the bed. His face was about level with both boys' stomachs as he slipped his hands underneath Mark and Mario's legs and brought his hands up to their groins cupping the genitals of both boys very firmly, but very gently. As he slowly played with each boy's penis they became erect as Alexander first kissed his brother on his side, and then his friend. "There are no secrets between us right?" Alexander said as he lay there. "Secrets about what?" Mario asked him as he snuggled closer to Alexander and opened his legs. "About us having sex," Alexander replied.

"No," Mark replied to his brother's question as he put his hand on his brother's head and began running his fingers through his hair and massaging his ear. Alexander was quiet for awhile, content with making both boys happy. From Mark's standpoint, he had been with Sergio in class just a few hours before and unlike Mario, he was quite satisfied as he allowed himself to drift off to sleep. Besides, he damned well knew that if Alexander wanted him, he'd have him awake or asleep anyway. Alexander on the other hand was in no hurry to sleep, he had not been with Mario for many months now, and he had a bunch of catching up to do with his young friend. As it usually did when he slept with Alexander, Mario's night ended close to an hour later with his penis being used by his friend as a pillow as he drifted off to sleep.

The boys awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking and the low hum of voices down in the kitchen. Alexander had his feet up on the pillows and had rolled over on his back during the night. Mark looked down on a morning boner that stood very tall and proud as Alexander slowly awoke. Looking over, Mario was watching both Mark and Alexander's penis as both boys grinned to each other. Mark was in a playful mood and put the tip of his finger on the tip of Alexander's penis and brought it down towards himself and let it go towards Mario. The penis almost slapped the other side of Alexander as it swung back and once again stood straight up. Now it was Mario's turn and he did the same. Alexander fully awoke with two boys giggling like girls as his penis was twitched from one side to the other. The game ended with both boys rolling around the bed in giggles as Adell came into the bedroom for showers. Mario first bounced down the stairs and returned pulling his Father up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Mark had heard a great deal about Mario's Father during the past three weeks, and had conjured up a picture in his mind about the man. He was a banker, an extremely successful banker, due in no small part to his affiliation with Mark's Father, Stavros. He was Mark's Father's lifelong friend, and had been raised with him by Adell. Like Stavros, Mario's Father raised his son traditionally, and it was both men's intention to join their two families into one.

Now, standing in the shower, Mark first saw Mario's Father as he came into the bathroom and first embraced Alexander. Dressed in a suit, the man seemed oblivious to the fact that Alexander was not only wet but naked as he took Alexander in his arms and embraced him with a greeting that told Mark that Adell had raised him. "Poppa, this is Mark," Mario said as Alexander and the man parted.

Standing there naked, Mark figured the man would review the scene before him. To his surprise, the man's eyes never wandered. Looking directly at him, Mario's Father took Mark's face in his hands and planted two kisses, one on each cheek. Mark was struck first by the man's touch which was soft and gentle on his face as the man's hands turned the boy's head to receive the kisses. Second by the man's smile which reminded Mark of Michael.

Mark knew very little of this man, but he instantly knew that he had absolutely nothing to fear from him; this man was incapable of harming him in any way.

With showers and teeth brushing out of the way all three boys bolted downstairs to the kitchen. Adell watched the boys eat, especially Mark and Mario and was happy again; they were eating and not wolfing their food down like they hadn't eaten in a week. Adell outlined the activities for the day that she needed to involve the boys in and they learned that they would need to spend at least a few hours in the afternoon shopping for winter clothing. She knew the boys had to be in shorts through the winter which she considered ridiculous, but was convinced by Stavros that winning the food war with the school was enough for the time being. The man didn't want to press his luck.

Mario would spend the bulk of the day with his Father in tow. He would show him their "Secret" spot by the stream and spent most of the afternoon talking with his Father as they hiked through the woods. Mario's Father returned to Greece in the late afternoon just before dinner. Mario was happy to see him and not delighted to have him leave so soon. Only the fact that he remained with Adell and the boys prevented a scene that his Father usually dreaded when parting from his son.

Fall weather was in the air and bike riding through the countryside occupied most of the boys' morning and after lunch they were off to the shops for clothing. Once again, Mark found himself being dragged through the stores with no regard for price tags, only the quality of the clothing impressed Adell and the boys came home with a car load of winter clothing, mainly sweaters and ski clothing. In the dead of the Turin winter, Mark and Mario traipsed through the cold and wet dressed in school uniform shorts, but they were toasty warm wrapped in ski leggings and goose down ski jackets. By mid January, every boy in the 8th Grade had written home for the same clothing and the boys looked more like they were on their way to the slopes instead of class.

One of Adell's favorite foods was lamb and there were no complaints as Emily served up Roast Stuffed Lamb chops. After dinner as Emily sat in a chair in the living room sewing in name tags on the boy's clothing, Adell laid out more details that Stavros had come up with.

With the impending marriage of their brother Nicholas which was set to take place on Corfu during the boys' winter break, Stavros had decided that both Emily and Adell would enter into a midwifery program in Turin. Both women had already been present at the births of their siblings as small girls, and Adell had been at the birth of Stavros, but that was 35 years ago. Nicholas would most certainly have a child arriving by September which was now only 11 months away. While Mark was at school during the week, Adell and Emily would act as mid wives to the local villagers. In 11 months time, they would have the practice and knowledge they needed to deliver Stavros's first Grandchild safely. Adell liked the idea, she didn't have to twiddle her thumbs all week long waiting for Mark and Mario to come home for the weekends.

During Christmas vacation Mark would be re-Christened into the Greek Orthodox Church under his newly adopted name. The Christening would take place in the Grotto as it had been for Stavros, Mario's Father, Nicholas, Alexander and Mario before him, and he and Mario would be allowed to invite some friends from school to the Wedding/Christening if they wanted to.

Next the subject of the boys' tutor was raised by Adell. "You know that Sergio was Alexander's teacher for two years," Adell began as both boys shook their head yes. "He is now your teacher and your Poppa is very aware of his teaching methods and philosophy," she continued. "As Alexander already knows, only those boys who are students of Sergio may discuss amongst themselves matters concerning him and his interaction with you," the woman told the boys. Mario looked a little confused. "Your Poppa and Alexander and Mark's Poppa both consider anything that occurs with Sergio to be private family business and not discussed with anyone outside the family," she said to Mario. "If you want it explained more clearly, Alexander will tell you what you can and cannot say outside of the house. We are Greek and we raise our boys as Greeks and that's not something that everyone other than Greeks can ever understand," Adell told Mario. "And Australians," added Mario with a small smile. Adell didn't fully understand Mario's comment, but let it pass without comment.

Concerning Alexander, Stavros decided that the trip, especially in winter, could be a hazardous one for Emily and Alexander. They would come every other weekend weather permitting. Alexander had hoped he could spend every weekend with Adell and Mark, he was more than a little disappointed at the news.

Bed time for the boys after baths brought with it a lot more talk than the night before, for one thing, Mario was unsure of what the discussion about the tutor was about. "Parents who hire Sergio know that he teaches us in the old ways," Alexander said. "Other parents might get a little upset about that and so they aren't told anything about it," Alexander told the boy. "If a kid isn't a student of Sergio, say nothing about how he teaches you, just say that he's your tutor. OK?" Mark shook his head yes. "But if we have to keep it private family business, how come Emily knows?" Mark asked.

"Emily is a servant and a member of the household," Alexander said to the boy. "She would never say anything about what she knows; she knows she would never get a job in Greece ever again if she did. Poppa would never hire anyone who would betray our trust."

"When he holds your cock, how did you concentrate on the lessons?" Mario now wanted to know. Alexander giggled a whole bunch and finally answered the question. "In the beginning, I couldn't. I kept waiting for him to start fucking. But he doesn't really, he just played with and held my balls most of the time," the boy said to him. "After a while, you forget about fucking and start thinking about what he's saying and remember what he tells you a whole lot faster and easier than sitting in a classroom listening to a boring lecture." Again, Alexander giggled a bunch, this time more to himself. "How can you be bored if someone's twiddling your balls off?"

After the chuckles simmered down Mark entered the conversation he was listening to. "So after a while we just forget about him playing with us?" he asked his brother. "Fuck no, how do you "Forget" someone's playing with your dick?" he told him "It's like when you go to bed or sit in a chair thinking about something and hold your dick and balls while you're thinking," he explained. "You're not having sex with yourself, but you sure as hell know what you're holding onto!" Mark thought for a few seconds. "I thought that's all about "Security" stuff when you hold onto yourself!" he told his brother. Alexander smiled at his brother. "Exactly, ever try to learn something when you're insecure?"

From what Mark and Mario could figure out, Sergio was some kind of "Security blanket" holding onto them and not a pedophile looking for some boys to fuck according to Alexander. "You think this works?" Mark asked his brother. "Well, my first year in school I was one of 12 boys who didn't speak any French. 4 of the boys in my class were tutored by Sergio and everyone of us 4 were teaching the other 8 boys French by Christmas," he said to his brother. "I watched it happen every year." "But he does have sex with us," interjected Mario. "If he did, you said yes," Alexander told him.

Neither Mark nor Mario could deny that. "Speaking of yes," Mark now said as he flipped himself around and pulled Mario on top of him. Alexander patiently waited as Mark and Mario released each other's daily tension and then Mark allowed his brother to enter him as he snuggled with Mario holding the boy's genitals in his hands as softly as his teacher did while the boy kissed his friend's neck. "I wish my Father could have spent the night," Mario said wistfully.

Sunday morning broke in a drizzle that somehow fit Alexander's mood. The boy didn't want to jump out of bed, he had awoken to Mario clinging to his side with his leg over Alexander's and the first thing Alexander's hand touched was Mario's ass which was two perfect little pillows. Not more than a few dozen strokes across the boy's cheeks brought Mario's eyes open and his penis pinned downward against Alexander's thigh. Adjustments were made and Mario's penis was now much happier as he looked up into Alexander's eyes with a boy's impish smile. Alexander kissed the boy on the lips very softly and very tenderly and came back for a second, third and forth time. By the fifth time, Alexander had complete access to Mario's tongue

And the boy was learning something new about the French way of doing things. Alexander's hands eventually went down to Mario's groin and he brought the boy fully on top of him with the boy's penis sitting somewhere very close to his belly button. Mario was being guided into position as Alexander lifted the boy up and sat him down on his stomach. Mario didn't know until Alexander's penis was halfway in and massaging his prostate that Alexander was even trying.

Most boys that Mario had encountered went through the mechanics and came to climax and were gone. Mark and Alexander where somehow much different. It wasn't merely wham, bam, thank you ma'am with them, they loved being where they were and they wanted you to enjoy it as much as they did. His Father had meant for him to be with these boys, obviously, his Father was a very brilliant man! At home Mario didn't have a whole lot of friends, he knew some boys in his school, but no one he counted as a friend, let alone a best friend. Now he knew Mark for just two weeks and Alexander for 2 years and he revered the both of them. His Father had told him Mark would be a very special friend to him: how did he know?

Mario's heart rate was still higher than normal when he heard the water in the shower being turned on. The boys knew they now had maybe 15 seconds before Adell would be entering the room. Not waiting for her entry, Alexander got up and drifted to the bathroom. Mario looked over to Mark who was still lying on his tummy with his arms wrapped around his pillow.

Mario turned himself around and laid his head down on Mark's back. "Are you awake?" Mario asked his friend. Mark stirred, but wasn't too anxious to run the four minute mile just yet. In Greece, he was used to taking a nap during the afternoon with Alexander and nap time was now gone since school began. Mark was hoping for two more hours of sleep. A few pats on the ass from Adell now told him he wasn't going to get it. "Emily wants you downstairs for breakfast," she told both boys as Mark turned himself around in the bed and reluctantly opened his eyes. With Mario's bladder empty and his urine checked, Adell now put Mark's penis into the urinal and waited. "Nana, when are you going to stop checking our piss?" Mark asked his caretaker. "Just as soon as I know you're smart enough to take care of yourselves and drink the right things," she said "Maybe when you're married and have three or four children of your own. Now, pass your water," she told the boy as he giggled to his friend sitting next to him. As any boy can, Mark could piss nice and gently and Mark could piss like a racehorse depending upon how much pressure he put on his bladder. Mark took a very quiet deep breath and let it fly. Just before it overflowed the rim, Mark was finished. "I will let your Poppa know he has a smart ass for a son," Adell said as she emptied the urinal in the toilet with two boys very happy with themselves climbing into the shower.

Breakfast time came as it usually did with plans for the day. The boys had the morning off, but lunch would in Turin at a Greek restaurant Adell wanted to try, and then it would be time for Alexander to return to Nice. "Your Poppa does not want Emily to have to drive back in the dark, he wants her back here by 7 o'clock" Adell told Alexander. The boy wasn't happy, but he understood the situation.

By mid morning the boys found themselves touring Turin and its museums and lunch found them by the river in a Greek restaurant that had no one in it who spoke Greek! The owner was Greek, but he wasn't there and Adell was unimpressed. As Alexander already knew and Mark was very quickly learning, you had maybe one shot to impress Adell, and if you missed the mark, you rarely got a second chance. The staff all spoke Italian, some spoke French and some spoke English. Alexander did the ordering in French. Mark wondered for years if the owner ever realized how much money he lost by not being there that Sunday for lunch.

Emily and Alexander were packed for the return trip to Nice by early afternoon and Mark was very grateful that the parting wasn't nearly as stressful on everybody as it was two weeks earlier. Alexander wasn't the happiest looking boy in the world, but he didn't look like he was being abandoned forever. "See you in two weeks" kept everybody smiling, but nobody jumped for joy as the car rolled out the driveway either.

A subdued afternoon for Mark and Mario followed and it presented Mark with his best opportunity to discuss Stuart with his Governess. Explaining the entire situation to her, both boys sat on the couch in front of the fireplace seeking her advice. "I don't think you should have allowed your friend to have sex with him. You're describing to me a baby that doesn't know what he's getting involved with," Adell said to Mark. "I didn't know he didn't know anything about sex until after it happened," Mark told the woman. "OK, so you know now," she said. "Yes, and now I know he's in a boarding school and every kid there wants to take him to bed," Mark said to the woman. "What kind of a mother sends her child into this kind of a situation unprepared?" Adell wanted to know. Both boys shrugged their shoulders. "Bring him back here next week. I will see this boy for myself," Adell said. "In the meantime, you see to it that this boy remains a virgin!" "Nana, I just told you, he's not a virgin anymore!" Mark said to his Governess. "Has he been entered?" she asked.

"No," Mark replied.

"Then he's still a virgin!" she told him.

Mark's conversation with Adell really didn't help him all that much. He was looking for a quick fix and would be more than happy to jump in the sack with Stuart upon his return to school. Instead he was given the task to keep the boy from doing exactly what he wanted to do with him for yet another week. Mark knew he could do it, but could he keep the other sharks away for another week? Mark was thinking maybe he shouldn't be so fucking caring! Stuart wasn't a virgin anymore, he was sitting there getting blown, he was playing with his dick, he was probably touching Jean-Paul's dick and jerking off with him. That certainly wasn't a virgin in Mark's dictionary!

Emily had prepared a meal for dinner before she left and Adell and the two boys ate and then prepared for bed. Bath time without Alexander was a lot quieter and following baths both Mark and Mario sat on the couch alongside Adell as the woman watched a TV that she couldn't understand as she cleaned and preened the boys' ears and toes and fingernails to her satisfaction. Emily came back to the cottage with both boys sound asleep in Adell's lap, one boy's head on her left and one on the right. Adell too was sound asleep.

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