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About the School

The Founders School for Boys or FSB was founded well over a century ago by a group called the Crossman. This group itself goes back a lot further than that. I would not call them a religious organization because their beliefs are not based on what most would call a religion. Yes, they do believe in a higher power, but their beliefs are not based around an imaginary being somewhere in the sky. No, their beliefs are around the power each one of us has for good inside themselves. They believe that the love and respect we have for each other should be stronger than the love and respect we have for some imaginary being that no one can see.

They raise their children to respect themselves and their elders from the time that they are born. As you read further and maybe question the way this group raises their children, understand that in the centuries that they have existed, never has a Crossman failed to support his family or been put in prison. The Crossman are well educated and respected members of any community they reside in. They believe in the old adage; if it works, don't fix it; because of this, the Crossman have maintained their core beliefs when others bow to the times.

The Founders School for Boys was founded so that the Crossman sons could be educated around boys with the same restrictions and guidelines that make the Crossman who they are.

About thirty years ago, FSB decided to open its doors to the outside world. They hoped that they could educate these new students in the Crossman beliefs of fair play and respect for others. The school already had a reputation for their students going to the top colleges in the world; this was something that all the richest families wanted for their baby boys. However, the Crossman would be giving deserving students from the lower classes the opportunity to come to this school and be educated in the same way the rich kids and the Crossman boys were. This would happen through scholarships given through the Crossman board.

This required some uncomfortable changes to the classes and of course, the dress code. The real problem, or so the board thought, was the fact that this was a boarding school. How do you bring in outsiders without having to change who they were as a community? It was bad enough that they would have to change the curriculum and the dress code not to alienate the new students but housing the Crossman boys with the others was not an acceptable situation.

This was easily dealt with when five of the richest families agreed to build dorms to house the boys. The thing that was hardest for these families to accept was that the Crossman would not bow down for the buildings. They would guarantee that their boys would be given a top-notch education, but the rules set out in the code of conduct were not negotiable. If their boys failed to walk the line, they would be removed from the school, no matter what their parents donated.

Over the next two years, five dorms were added to the Crossman House and the admin/classroom building. Three other families, not to be outdone by the five, donated the gymnasium, auditorium, and the dining center.

The first issue to arise was parents complaining about the dress code. In the days before the adjustments for the incoming non-Crossman boys, the Crossman children never wore clothes while in the confines of the school. To keep things comfortable for boys that were not used to being naked in public, the board created a dress code that came as close as possible. The board decided that a robe that would cover the boy to mid-calf, tan shorts, white shirts, black socks, and black dress shoes would be worn by non-Crossman.

The Crossman boys were upset about the new dress code and did not want to wear clothes at all, but that issue was dealt with quickly by parents and the Headmaster. The Crossman boys would follow the dress code with the exception of the white shirt and tan pants. The new boys also did not want to wear the robe and the parents complained. The board and Headmaster made it clear that the dress code was not up for debate and they would gladly refund the money to any parents that could not abide by it. The complaints died down and on the first day of school, everyone was at the assembly properly dressed.

The Crossman boys all wore their robes, black socks, and black dress shoes only. Over the last thirty years, every boy that came out of FSB went to college and came out as lawyers, doctors, finance leaders, as well as leaders in the community and government.

The story you are about to read revolves around one little boy named Brian Burke; he just turned nine years old and is highly intelligent. During the story, we will give Brian a break and explore other boys as well. The first part of this story is Brian's to tell, so I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1
Brian Finds A Way In

I knew I was different from the time I was eight. While the other boys were stealing their dad's Playboys and looking at boobies (gross), I was looking at my brother's Sports Illustrated. I was not then or now a sports fan, but I loved the handsome athletes in those awesome underwear ads. I stayed to myself a lot because of this; I just knew people could look at me and think I was some freak. I can't stand people judging me and I hate being teased. I knew that people would make fun of me for liking boys, not even boys, but men. I am a quiet kid and stay to myself. However, I have been in a few fights when the teasers would not let me walk away.

I did not have any real friends other than my brother Donny. He was two years older than me, and he was everything that I was not. He was tall, skinny, and has the shiniest white-blond hair that hung straight down, the brightest gray/green eyes, athletic, and had lots of friends.

I, on the other hand, was none of those things. Well… I do have the same color eyes he does, but that is where the similarities end. I am the shortest kid in my class, I am not like obese, but I am overweight. My mom called it baby fat, but whatever. Anyway, my hair is brown and really thick and curly. I totally hate it.

I am also a total book worm, and I do not mean the Kindle or iPad kind either. I am a carry-around-a-real-book and turn-the-pages kind of guy. Of course, this does not get me picked on… (yea right).

Back to my brother Donny, he is like the best big brother any guy could ask for. He is not only my brother, but he is my best friend and protector. I think he knew what I was looking at in his magazines, and with as religious as he was, he never made fun of me and told me every day how much he loved me.

Religion. This is a word that has caused wars and so much violence in our history, and yet in small towns like I come from, religion rules. So, here is the problem. I think religion is a joke that our higher power has played on us. Faith is an excuse to hate and justify our actions in the name of whatever we believe.

This belief system of mine has caused me a lot of trouble. I went to Sunday school till I was almost nine. I was kicked out of class because I would argue with the teacher about what she was teaching and pointed out to her why it made no sense. This caused lots of issues in my family; oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that my dad was the minister of that church. My dad never got mad at me; even when he was trying to be, I could tell he really wasn't. He would always ask, "How can a "C" student like you be so smart?" My mom, on the other hand, was so mad, I thought she was going to kill me, but Donny always seemed to be able to talk her down.

Due to my arguing and 'disrespecting the good book,' I was asked not to come back to class at church anymore. They tried to punish me by making me sit through all the Sunday services, but I would grab the bible and read or fall asleep.

My mom asked, "Why do you read the bible if you don't believe in it?"

I didn't mean to be a dick; it just happened, which was the last straw for my mom when I said, "How can you not like the bible? It was the first science fiction book ever written. Seriously mom, burning trees, words mysteriously appearing on a rock, and water parting so some people can walk across it. I love good Syfy, and the bible is the best."

This is where it suddenly hits every kid that they have gone too far, but that knowledge, unfortunately, comes right after the words have fallen out of our mouths. This got me sent to my room without supper, which was not a big deal until Donny came in.

"That was very disrespectful to mom. I have always had your back and accepted that religion was not your thing, but just because you don't believe it does not give you the right to make a joke out of what the rest of us believe. For the first time in our lives, I am ashamed to be your brother." With that, he left the room.

My heart was broken; what was I going to do now? Donny was my best friend; how could I go on without him? I ran into my closet, closed the door, started crying, and curled up into a ball. I guess I fell asleep because I woke up in my pajamas in my bed, and I have no idea how got there. The best part was waking up to find Donny sleeping right next to me. He was lying on his back, so I climbed on top of him and wrapped my arm around him so tight and started crying again. I felt him put his arms around me and kiss my cheek.

I said, "I am so sorry, Donny, please don't hate me. Please be happy to be my brother again. I will do anything. I will go to bible study and keep my mouth shut; I will sit in church and pay attention, anything, just please don't stop being my brother, please," I cried.

Donny started laughing. I lifted up and looked him in the face through tear-filled eyes, and he said, "Brian, I could never stop being your brother. I love you with all my heart. I came back into your room before I went to bed to apologize to you for saying that I was ashamed to be your brother. I realized later, as I was thinking about what I said that I was way out of line. I got so scared when I came in here and could not find you. We looked everywhere, and I finally found you under all the junk and the blanket in the closet. Dad picked you up and we put you in your pajamas. We could not believe you didn't wake up, and mom cleaned the tears and snot off your face.

"I crawled in bed with you so I could be there when you woke up. I needed to tell you how proud I am to be your brother and love you so much; you are my best friend. What I should have said and what I am saying now is that I am ashamed of the way you behaved and what you said to mom. There was no excuse for that."

At that moment, I heard a sniffle by my door and looked over to see my mom and dad standing there. I climbed off my brother and ran to my mom and said, "Mommy, I am so sorry that I disrespected you. I would never want to hurt you; I love you so much, please forgive me."

She picked me up and hugged me so tight; I thought I was going die from having all the air squeezed out of my body. "I forgive you baby, some of that was my fault. Your dad and I talked about it last night and realized that you are not going to believe as we do. We hope you find what you need to make you happy, and we will always be here for you." With that, she put me down and I ran past her. I had to pee, and her squeezing me did nothing to help that.

The following Sunday, I came down the stairs dressed for church. My mom told me that I did not have to go and to stay out of trouble. With that they all left, and I stayed home with my book and did not do anything to make anyone mad at me.

On the following Saturday afternoon, my dad asked me to come with him to the church. He took me to his study and read me the sermon he was going to give the next day; then he asked me what I thought about it. I told him how much I liked it. He looked at me and asked why I would lie in the house of God.

He said, "Brian, because of the way you see things, the way your mind works. I would really like your honest opinion."

We talked for two hours and he listened to everything I had to say and even asked why I felt this way or that. He called me his little devil's advocate, maybe not the best term to use in the church (giggle). After a few Saturdays of arguing about how he presented the passage to his congregation, he told me how much more positive the feedback he was receiving about his sermons. He told me how the younger people would tell him how much they enjoyed his sermons now that he talked to them instead of at them.

I finally found an aspect of my dad's job that I enjoyed, and I feel so much closer to him than ever before. Do not get me wrong; I still am not going to spend my Sundays sitting there. Well, I guess I would if my dad asked me to, but he knows how I feel about it, so he doesn't.

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Ok, enough about my family. So, as I said, I don't have any friends, so I spent a lot of time alone. I just started the fourth grade and hated it already. At lunch period, I take my food outside to the big tree. The tree is so big that you can't see around it. The backside of the tree faces the parking lot, so the kids playing in the yard can't see that side of the tree. This is where I go every day before all the kids come out, so no one sees me. The roots on that side of the tree come above ground, so when I sit between them, it is like sitting in a nice comfy armchair. There I eat my lunch and sit back and read my book. This is what I was doing one day when I heard a few of the older boys talking.

Our town was not big, so there is no middle school, just the Milbourn school where all the kids go from Kindergarten to eighth grade, and there's the Milbourn high school that goes from ninth to twelfth grade. That is why I quickly recognized the voices of Jeffery Voss and Mark James, both eighth-graders.

"I saw my cousin Chris this weekend; he goes to that boys' school over in Clayton. You will never guess what he told me," said Jeff.

After a pause, Mark asks, "Are you going to tell me, or are you just being a jerk?"

Jeff laughed and said, "Of course, I am going to tell you. Keep your pants on. So, at this school, there are like dorms where the boys live. Each dorm has a name and is considered a house. Chris's house is called Baxter House after the family that donated the money to build it, I guess. Chris said that there is this one called Crossman House, and that's where he says all the fags live."

"What are you talking about? You mean if they find out that a kid is a fag, they get moved to this Crossman House?" Mark asks.

Jeff responds with, "That's what I asked Chris, but he says that he has never seen any of the fags get moved out of the other houses into that one. He says that there are a few boys that he knows are fags in the other houses, but that no one messes with them because you never know who their parents are, and you may need them someday."

Mark came back with, "So if it is no big deal, then why did he bring it up to you?"

"Because he says that the boys don't have sex with each other, they have sex with men that the school brings in," responds Jeff.

"I call bullshit on that, if your cousin knows about it, then everyone knows about it, and if everyone knows about it, the cops and press would be all over it," says Mark.

"Chris is fairly sure about it, but I guess you're right; how can a whole house full of boys be having sex with men and the school still be open? I guess you're right; it must be bullshit," says Jeff. Just then, the bell rings, and everyone starts heading in. I wait till I am sure that I won't be seen, and then I go in as well.

Over the next week, I could not stop thinking about what I heard. It is almost all I thought about. If what Jeff said is true, I wonder how I will be able to get myself into this school and, more importantly, into this Crossman House. I knew what I had to do; I had to get to Clayton and the Founders School for Boys as soon as possible.

My town of Milbourn lies dead center between Clayton and Lake Town, each about an hour away by train in the opposite directions. Most of the people that live in my town take the train one direction or the other every day for work, so it was going to be easy getting to Clayton; I have been there lots of times with mom and dad, but never alone. I was a little nervous but knew that I had to do it. I found out that Wednesday was a teacher planning day, so I planned on going then if things worked out, and they did.

My mom announced that she had a lady's club meeting in Lake Town and would be gone all day, my brother was doing a church group function, and my dad of course, was going to work. Mom and dad would both be out of the house by six-thirty, so if I timed it right and took some short cuts, I could be on the seven-thirty train to Clayton. My mom asked what I was going to be doing, and I had to do something I hardly ever did; I lied. I told her that I would be heading over to the park to read and get some fresh air. I told her not to worry; if I need anything, I will go to dad at the church. That seemed to make her happy and she moved on to other things.

I barely slept Tuesday night and acted like I was asleep when mom came and kissed me goodbye. As soon as I heard my mom and dad drive away, I jumped out of bed, got dressed in a pair of nice jeans and a button-up shirt. I packed some regular jeans and a tee-shirt in my backpack and headed out the back door to the train station. It took a little maneuvering on my part, but I made it to the train station just in time to buy my ticket and hop on the seven-thirty to Clayton and what I hoped would be the start of my new life and not a disaster that I would have to face my dad with.

Yes, I know what you are thinking, "If this stupid kid somehow has managed to actually be right about this school and he is accepted, how is he going to let his parents know how he did it?"

All I can say is, come on people; I am nine years old. Do you really think that I thought the rest of this through? As I am sitting on the train on the way to Clayton, it hits me; I really did not think this through (giggle). No, suddenly, I realized that I didn't have a plan for the rest of this. All I was thinking about was getting there, not what I was going to do when I got there. My only saving grace was that I could think fast on my feet; how else do you think the minister's son can get kicked out of bible study(giggle)? The trip was uneventful; I read and tried to come up with a plan but just couldn't get there.

Chapter 2
Meeting The Headmaster

The train pulled into Clayton station and I was so nervous that I could barely stand. I got off the train and looked for something to tell me how to get to the Founders School for Boys. Walking out of the train station, it became clear how stupid this was. How do I just walk in there, ask to be allowed to come to that school, and be put in the Crossman House? If what I heard was true, why on earth would they tell some stupid nine-year-old who walked in off the street. My stomach felt funny, and that is when I realized that I ran out of the house without eating; this just keeps getting better and better; I didn't even grab a Pop-Tart or anything to bring with me. However, it did amaze me how even though I forgot to eat breakfast, I still had this strong urge to throw up. I guess if I were as smart as I think I am, then I would be turning around and catching the next train home. Ok, so I guess I am not that smart.

I walked just a few blocks down and found a public library. I went in and logged on to a computer and Googled the school. It looked like I was not too far away, just south of town, but far enough that it would take me too long to walk. I looked up the bus schedules and found the city bus that would take me close, and I can walk the rest of the way. I have got to watch my spending. I only have Forty bucks from my birthday and have already spent eighteen between the train and now the bus. I am making a lot of mistakes because I hadn't planned this well at all. Forty-Five minutes later, I was at the front gate of the Founders School for Boys. I was so nervous, scared, and excited all at once. The school was awesome; it was old and almost looked a little like Hogwarts from Harry Potter.

As I stood there trying to get my legs to move forward, I noticed all the boys walking from one building to another. The boys were in these beautiful blue cassocks. These are robes like choir boys wear that my dad would not get me into no matter how hard he tried (giggle). However, these robes are awesome, and I just hope I get to wear one. As I was watching the boys, it turned out that one of the boys was watching me. He looked to be about my age, skinner than me, but he looked nice and what my mom would call sensitive. You know what I mean, the kid that everyone wants to hug. He has straight hair like Donny's, but his is like light brown with streaks of blond – I am so jealous. He came up and introduced himself to me.

"Hi, I am Timmy; what's your name?" he asked with this cool southern accent and a big smile on his face.

I smiled back and shook his hand and said, "My name is Brian. This place is so cool; I want to go to this school so bad."

He laughed a little, "I know, right. I love this school it is the best. I never had many friends before my daddy sent me here, but now I have a house full."

"That is what I heard about this place. I heard some stories about it, and I want to come here very badly."

"Are your parents talking with the Headmaster?

"No, they don't even know I am here," I said, looking down at the ground.

"Where are you from?"

"Milbourn"

"You came here all alone?" He asked, surprised.

"Please don't tell on me," I begged. "My parents could not afford to send me here. I was hoping for maybe a scholarship or something, but I only want to come here if I can get into the Crossman house."

"So, what are you worried about? If you are a Crossman, you are already able to come here for nothing. You are a Crossman, aren't you?

"I am not sure what a Crossman is. I just know that is the house I have to be in."

"Crossman is kinda like a religion, I guess, but daddy says it not; it's just a set of beliefs that we live by." He said, giggling, "I may not be the brightest bulb on the string but sounds like a religion to me. I don't understand; why would you want to be a Crossman if you don't even know what we are?"

I like this guy; he is what my dad calls a smart ass, like me (giggle); then it finally hit me, "Wait a second, are you a Crossman, do you live in the Crossman House?"

"Of course, I do silly. Why do you want to live there?"

"Well, I…" I was not sure what to say here. If what I heard was true, would he tell me so? If it weren't true, would he be mad? I was not sure what to do. "I just do; it is really important to me. Please, Timmy, you gotta help me."

He looked at me in the eyes again and said, "Ok, since you are my new best friend, I will do what I can." This had me very confused; this kid looked so cool, kinda like Donny. Why would he want to be my friend?

"Ok, so we need to get you to the Headmaster. Let's go."

With that, he grabbed my hand, turned, and started walking towards what looked like the main building. About halfway there, he stopped, turned to face me, and grabbed my hands.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "I am not sure why you need this so bad, and if you don't want to tell me, it is ok. When you get to the Headmasters office, you need to know something about him. The Headmaster is strict but a nice man who always treats us fair and will listen to us if we have any problems. If your heart is set on coming here, you must do three things when you get in there. First, stand straight and talk to him. Don't look at the floor, no matter how much you want to look him in the eye. Second, do not lie to him; he will know. I am not sure how he always knows, but he does. Third, don't hold back; tell him everything. If he thinks you are lying to him or holding back information, he will ship you home and never give you a second chance. I hope you find what you are looking for, and if you do get in, you and I are going to be best friends, I can tell."

Now I had to get into this school. We walked into the building and an office marked Headmaster. A boy was sitting at a desk typing on the computer. He was older than us, maybe seventeen, and so good looking. I could not see his body because of the robe, but I bet he is really strong.

He looked up and said, "Timmy, why aren't you in class, and who is this with you?"

"Hi Brad, this is my new friend Brian. He rode the train all by himself from Milbourn, just to see the Headmaster. Is he busy?"

"No, he is open door till Nine-thirty, so go on in."

Timmy turned to look at me and said, "You sit in that chair and I will see if the Headmaster will see you."

I sat down, trying not to look as nervous as I felt. Timmy knocked on the door and heard a man say, "Come."

Timmy went in and closed the door, and I waited. I felt like I was waiting there for an hour, but it was only about five minutes. I was sweating and I was sure I was going to puke any second when the door finally opened. Timmy walked out, followed by a tall man, I am not good at judging these things, but he looked like he was six feet tall and heavy set. He was not fat like me, but he was not skinny like my dad either. He looked to be about fifty or so and had short black hair. He looked really surprised when he first saw me. Timmy brought him up to me and introduced us.

"Headmaster, this is Brian. Brian, this is Headmaster Robinson."

The Headmaster held out his hand and I shook it. He seemed to hold it a little longer than I was used to, but it was ok with me. I smiled at him, still trying to hide how nervous I was. When he let go of my hand, he looked at Timmy, who was smiling ear to ear, and said, "Brad, would you please give Timmy a pass back to class for me?"

Brad looked at me then at Timmy and said, "Yes, Headmaster." With that, he put his hand on my shoulders and guided me into his office.

He pointed to the chair in front of his desk and took the chair facing me. "Timmy tells me you came all the way from Milbourn on the train by yourself to see me. Do your parents know you are here?"

"No, Sir. Today was a teacher's planning day, but my dad had to work, my mom had a meeting in Lake Town, and my brother was going on some church thing."

"So, you decided it would be ok for an eight-year-old to take an hour-long train ride, by yourself, to meet with people you knew nothing about without telling anyone where you were going or asking permission?"

I started to look at the floor like I always did when I was in trouble, but remembered what Timmy told me and forced my eyes back up. "Yes Sir, but I am not eight; I am nine. I know I was wrong, but I knew that they would never let me come. I had to get here and try to get myself into this school and Crossman House. Even if I get into the worst trouble I have ever been in, it will have been worth it to have the chance to be here. I have only been here fifteen minutes and I already made a friend. I have been at my school for five years and don't have any friends."

"OK, let's move past your poor decision-making skills for right now and tell me why it is so important for you to be at this school, and why is Crossman House so important to you?

"Timmy told me to be honest with you and tell you everything, but if I am wrong, I don't want you to be mad at me and yell or hit me," I said, wiping a tear from my eye.

"Well, Brian, I can't guarantee that I won't get mad at what you say, but I will promise not to yell at you or hit you. Will you accept me at my word?" I looked him right in the eye and nodded. "Ok, so start at the beginning and tell me why you are here."

I told him how I knew I was gay and about sports magazines. As I told him everything, I could tell he was listening to me and not judging me. I told him about what I heard from Jeff and Mark and how I knew if what Jeff said was true, then I needed to find out and figure out how to get into the school. He never got the mad face that most adults get when kids say something stupid. He listened to what I had to say. When I stopped talking, I expected him to ask me to leave. Instead, he asked me about my family. He even laughed when I told him about my father reading his sermons to me on Saturdays and the crazy talks we have.

That is when I got serious and asked, "I like talking to you, you are nice and there are not many people I can talk to about this, but I need to know if what I heard about Crossman House is true. Please, Headmaster, I am begging, please tell me."

The Headmaster got up, walked around a little and then sat back down and turned our chairs, so we were knees to knees. "This is not something that we ever discuss with anyone outside of the Crossman family, but I am going to make an exception in your case. Some of what you heard is true."

I was so excited that I had a hard time staying seated. The Headmaster put his hand on my leg and said, "Calm down, slugger. I said some of what you heard was true. Unlike the religion you were brought up in, the Crossman having tired of fighting over religious beliefs, joined to form a community of people who believed in respect for each other. We came up with a code of conduct that we all follow to the letter. The way we present ourselves to the public keeps outsiders disinterested in us, allowing us to maintain your way of life. You should understand that few people in the outside world know we exist, so hearing that one of the boys at this school says things about us in disheartening and I will be investigating.

"We are not trying to hide, but fewer people know about us, the better. This allows us to make subtle changes in how the events you see in the news and on TV play out. The craziness you see in the world would be a lot worse if we were not intervening. To the outside world, we are a group that believes in education and family, which is true, but there is so much more to us than you could even imagine. If you came to this school and became a Crossman, you would be educated to play a part in the way the world runs.

"The rules we have here at FSB are strict for all the boys. Most of the non-Crossman boys who go here come from big money, which means that most are somewhat spoiled when they get here and are used to getting whatever they ask. Coming here is a big shock to their system because for them to come here, the parents and the children are required to sign a strict zero-tolerance code of conduct agreement on behavior, attitude, and academics. This means that even for those boys, the education and values they receive here will also give them the insight and ability to do great things in the world. This is not what we think will happen; this is what we have seen happen.

"You asked about whether the boys have sexual contact with men, so here is the truthful answer. The Crossman have strict rules that revolve around raising their children. Unlike in the outside world, Crossman children don't have rights. I mean to say that in the beginning, children were considered the property of their parents before our government decided that they knew better than the parents on how to raise their child. With that came children talking back when told to do something, staying out until they felt like coming home, and getting into trouble that children were not getting into before.

"Children should feel the love from their parents, but they should also fear their parents' consequences. The government took that away and just look at some of the kids in your school. Crossman believe that children still are the property of their parents and the community. The rules are set so that the boys are raised with respect, taught that every action has consequences; some consequences are rewards; others are punishments. For this reason, a Crossman boy is obedient without exception.

"When a man, any man, tells them to do something, it is never to be misinterpreted as a request; the boy just does it. No questions, no refusal, and no backtalk. Understand that the boys are happy, and when you are in a Crossman family, there are very few reasons for a boy's negative consequences. The boys in this school are being raised the same as their dads, their dads, etc. The boys here are just another generation raised in this great big family.

"Brian, let me ask you a question, when you are at home and it is just you, your mom, your dad, and your brother, do you feel safe and loved?"

"Of course, I do."

"Do you feel the same way at school, at the park, or even in church?"

I thought about what he was asking and said, "No Sir, I always get so nervous, I don't know why, but I am happier at home with my family for sure."

"I understand; if you come here, there is nothing to feel unsafe about. You will have an extended family that will always be there for you for the rest of your life. They will protect you and be there to support you when you need it. The boys follow strict set rules concerning hygiene, dress code, and yes, even sex. The boys are required to submit themselves in all ways to any man at any time. This is not an issue for these boys because of how they have been raised to accept the adults' rule. These children have been taught to please adults since before they could walk. If you should decide that this is what you are looking for, it will be a big adjustment for you.

"You also asked if all the boys in the Crossman House were, as you put it fags, and the answer is no. Every Crossman child knows how to please a man sexually, but every Crossman child comes from having a loving mother and a father raised the same way. Each child will, in time, be able to decide for themselves if they are more comfortable in a relationship with the opposite sex or the same sex. Once they turn eighteen, they will be able to explore that side of themselves. It is more important that a person loves and is loved than what sex they are. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes, Sir." I was hanging on his every word.

"You, for example, told me that you believe you are gay, and you have a real attraction to men over boys your age, and that is ok. However, after hearing your story, I am not sure that sex is the main thing we would provide for you. One of the first things I noticed when Timmy introduced you to me was how you looked at him. Not as someone you wanted to have sex with, but with a longing that you needed to have him as your friend.

"At first, it didn't make sense to me, but then you told me about how your brother is your only friend, it became clear. You want and need to belong to a community, a community that understands who you are, a community that you don't have to hide your true self from, and who accepts you for who you are."

With tears roll down my cheek, I nodded my head yes. It was like he was looking deep into me and actually seeing who I was.

"Now, don't get me wrong, everything that you have told me about your family tells me you have a strong and loving support system. However, the thing I have already learned about you in the short time we have been talking is that you crave dominance and the structure it provides. You need to be in an environment where men control every aspect of your life.

"This is something your father is not able to provide, but we are. Coming here would be a big change compared to what you are used to. Yes, we still want you to be a child and have fun and enjoy life. However, here almost all your time is scheduled, and you have control over little. You need to think hard about all of this before we can move forward."

At this point, I started crying uncontrollably and the Headmaster pulled me into his lap and just held me and rubbed my back until I gained control.

I climbed back into my chair and wiped my eyes and said, "I am sorry sir, I don't know what came over me. I am not sure how you know so much about me. Timmy told me that you know things, but… You are right, though. I do think that coming here is the thing I think I have been looking for. Timmy said that if I got to go here, he and I would be best friends, and I really want that. It doesn't matter, though. No matter how much I want it, I will never be able to go to this school. My parents are not rich or Crossman."

"This is something for me to worry about, but you need to think this through. You will have to go through a very thorough physical that you may not want to go through. It is very invasive and can hurt a little. Then you must be tested and see if you can hold up in classes. Our students are advanced, and we are strict about schoolwork here."

I could hardly sit still. "Please, Headmaster; I will do anything, just give me a chance. I will make you proud of me honest."

"Brian, when do you have to be home?"

"Dinner is at six-thirty, as long as I am home by then I am ok."

"Then the first thing has to be your physical. This will not be fun for you, I warn you. Every part of your body will be examined. Places you never thought another person would touch you will be touched; then places you didn't know could be examined will be. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes sir, I am ready," I said as I jumped out of my chair and stood in front of him.

"Ok Brian, there is just one rule. No one is forcing you to do this, so at any time, you can say stop and we will, Ok?"

"Yes, sir."

With that said, he told me to leave my backpack in his office, put his hands on my shoulders and guided me out, telling Brad that he would be in medical. Brad said ok and winked at me and smiled. He sure is handsome.

We walked down a long hallway to a door marked 'Medical Center.' I only saw a few other students in the hall wearing the beautiful robes I wanted so badly. We went through the door to a waiting room, with eight chairs lining the wall. The Headmaster knocked on the inner door and we heard someone say, "Come in."

We went in with me in front and the Headmaster's hands on my shoulders. Inside was just a regular doctor's office like I have been to at least once a year for as long as I can remember. There was a man seated at the desk working on some files. He was an older man, maybe sixty, with a bald head. He turned and looked at me and then to the Headmaster.

Chapter 3
The Medical Exam

"Dr. Jacobs, I would like to introduce you to Brian Burke. Brian came to us from Milbourn, by himself to come to our school and to join Crossman House."

The Doctor looked at me with a smile and asked, "Are you a Crossman sweetheart?"

"No, Sir, but I would do anything to become one."

"Why do you want to be a Crossman so much?"

"Sir, I know that this is a strange thing that I am doing, and I wasn't sure when I left the house this morning if I was doing the right thing. After talking to the Headmaster, though, I just know for sure that this is where I am supposed to be," I said, smiling.

"Well, Doctor, I have explained to Brian that for him even to be considered for our school and, more importantly, the Crossman House, he must complete all the exams, first the medical and then the academic. I have explained in some detail about what would be expected of him today and gave him many opportunities to back out, but he has held firm.

"Good for you, my boy. Always stand firm on what you believe is the best thing for you. Now, you understand what is about to happen, and why?"

"Yes sir, the Headmaster explained most of it to me. I am scared, though."

"I totally understand, boy. It is a big step for someone who was not brought up in this community, but you know you don't have to do this; no one will be mad at you."

"I understand, Sir. Thank you for worrying about me, but I know what I need to do."

"Ok, I accept your ability to make your decision. Now, I need you to go over to that chair." He pointed to an armchair on the other side of the room. "Remove all of your clothes and place them neatly on the chair, please."

There are other things about my body besides being overweight that I am very embarrassed about, and I am sure that when I take my clothes off, both men will just laugh at me and tell me to get out, but I know I have to do this. I walk over to the chair on shaky legs and remove my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants. I look up at the men and so far, they are not laughing or making fun of me.

"Sorry boy, the underwear too," The Doctor says. I take a deep breath and drop my underwear and put them on the chair with the rest of my clothes.

"Good boy," the Doctor says. Now let's start with your weight and height, shall we?"

He led me over to the scale and I stepped up, looking down in shame. The Doctor called out my weight at seventy-two point five pounds [33kg]. He then had me turn around and pulled the arm down over my head and called out forty-seven point three [120cm] inches tall.

I guess he saw the shame on my face and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you looking so sad? If you are worried about your weight, don't. You are nine years old. You have not even hit your growth spurt yet; once you do, you will most likely be fine."

"Now you both see how ugly I am; I know you don't want me in your school. I am sorry I wasted your time." I was trying to hold back the tears.

Have you ever wanted something so bad and just couldn't seem to grab it, even though it is right in front of you? That is the way I felt as I walked back over to the chair to get my clothes. Before I could get there, though, I felt a hand on my shoulder guiding me over to another chair. I looked up with tears in my eyes and the Headmaster was standing there. He sat down in the chair and pulled me onto his lap.

"Brian, you may be right; this may not be the place for you. However, you need to know that it has nothing to do with your weight, height, or any other part of your body. I guess the question I must ask you before you get dressed and drive you to the train station is why? Why would you want to come to a place where you think so little of the community you want to join? I have been talking to you for a little while now, and I have been straight with you about what to expect and even what this exam would entail. During the time I have been talking to you and even as I walked you to the Medical Center, did you think I didn't notice that you were short and overweight?" I looked down at the floor and he used his finger under my chin to tilt my head back, so I was looking him in the eye. "Well?"

"I don't know what to think, Sir. Why would you want someone who looks like me here? I am not good looking, I am fat, I am short, and I have less here then a five-year-old boy I saw at the church daycare center." I said as I spread my legs to show my dingy. The Headmaster took my dingy in between his finger and thumb and held it.

"First of all, this will grow, but you are a boy; this is the last thing that you need to concern yourself. Second, I did not start the process of interviewing you because of what you looked like, although you are quite the cutie as far as I am concerned. I started this interview because I honestly think you need what we have to offer. You are respectful, with a charming personality, and you are very smart. Now you must decide if you want to continue or want to get dressed and leave. This is up to you, buddy."

I looked at the Headmaster and then to the Doctor and said to both men, "I am sorry for what I said. I do not like what I look like, so guess I thought others would see what I see. I know my mom, dad, and brother don't see me that way, but I just figured everyone else does. If I have not made you too mad, I would like to do the rest of the exam."

"I want to ask you something, buddy, and then I will let this drop, ok?" the Headmaster said. "The first person you met here was Timmy, right?" I nodded, yes. "Why do you like him? He is tall and skinny? He had to notice that you are a good six inches shorter than him and at least five pounds heavier,"

"Timmy is really cool, and I guess he noticed what I looked like and he wanted to be my friend anyway. I want to be his friend, too, even though he is skinny." I giggled and jumped off the Headmaster's lap and stood in front of the Doctor. "I am ready to go now, Doctor."

"Good boy and I agree with the Headmaster; you are a lot cuter than you think you are. Timmy is a great kid, but he doesn't let just any outsider into his world. I think you two will be good for each other."

With that, he picked me up and put me on the end of the exam table. "I will tell you something most doctors would not say to a child, and that is no matter what, as long as you know me, I will never lie to you or hold back anything from you." He said, looking me right in the eye.

"Ok, boy, let's get back to it. Now I am going to do a lot of what I am sure your regular Doctor does. I will listen to your heart and lungs; then, I will check your reflexes, eyes, ears, and nose. Then I will be starting at your toes and measuring everything from your toes to the top of your head. Do you still want me to continue?"

I nodded my head, yes, and he started doing what he said he would. At first, it was like he said, he did all the same checks my Doctor did, but when he was finished, things got weird. He did measure everything. He measured every toe and called the numbers out to the Headmaster, who wrote them down. Then it was each foot, leg from ankle to knee, and knee to hip. Then he even measured the size of both of my little balls with this pincher thing that really didn't pinch. I did jump in pain, though. My balls are very sensitive and even though he was gentle, it hurt.

"Brian, did your balls hurt when I touched them?"

"Yes, Sir. They always hurt and I don't have any feeling in my dinky."

"Do you know why that is?"

Yes, Sir, it's because I was born way earlier than I was supposed to be. I have a birth defect with my dinky and balls that don't give me something I need to grow like other boys. That is why I am so short, and my dinky is so small."

"Ok, when you start here, I will have to get your records from your current doctor and make sure I understand your issues."

"Doctor, you said you would not lie to me, so can I ask you a serious question?" He nodded yes, and I asked, "Is this something that will keep me from coming here?"

"Boy, this is not in any way going to interfere with you coming to this school. As for your penis size, there are lots of adults that are not much bigger than you. You are not the first male to have this issue; I can promise you that. I will tell you this, though. When you finally start attending school here, you will have the opportunity to see every boy in Crossman House naked since clothes are not allowed on the upper floors. What you will see there are boys underdeveloped like you, some very overdeveloped, and you will even meet two boys who don't have any testicles."

My eyes must have looked like saucers. "Really, no balls, why?"

"One boy had an accident and crushed them." I grabbed my balls and doubled over in sympathetic pain. The men smiled and the Doctor went on.

"The other boy had a medical condition that required their removal. What I am trying to tell you is that there is nothing wrong with you. You may never get much pleasure out of your penis, so you will need to adapt to finding pleasure in other ways. We will teach you that here." With that, he started measuring again; he even measured my eyes and ears.

"Well, we are done with that, boy. Now I need to get you ready for the internal exam."

He laid me down on my back, but the table was short, and my legs hung off. He pulled me down so that even my butt was hanging off the end. He took my feet in his hand and had me bend my knees so that they were pressed against my chest. He asked the Headmaster to hold them for a moment so that he could set up the table. The Headmaster was at the top of my head and reached over me to grab my feet and held them. The Doctor pulled these metal bars from somewhere under the table and when the Headmaster let go of my feet, they fit in these like half metal shoe things. They still held my knees bent and pressed to my chest. They also spread my legs far apart; this was uncomfortable but didn't hurt.

Once he had me where he needed me, he strapped my feet in the metal foot things so they could not move. Then he took two other straps attached to the table and brought one over my waist under my bent legs and tightened it down. It was not very tight, but tight enough that I couldn't straighten my legs. He then told me to put my hands and arms above my head, pull the last strap over my chest, and pull it tight like the other, not too tight, but I couldn't sit up. The Headmaster looked at me and asked me if I was ok, and I said I was.

The Doctor sat down on his roller chair and came up to my left side and said, "Ok boy, I imagine you are a little nervous being strapped down like this." I nodded yes, and he said. "Totally understandable, boy, now I will explain why I did this to you. You have done a great job so far, but now comes the hard part. Now I will need to examine your mouth, throat, and your cunt."

Confused, I asked, "Doctor, what's a cunt?"

The Doctor rolled his stool to the end of the table between my legs and rubbed his finger over my butthole. I thought that was gross, but it did send a chill down my spine. I giggled and said, "gross; you touched my butthole."

"Maybe this morning, it was a butthole as you call it, but a Crossman boy has a cunt. A boy's cunt is a beautiful thing, not gross at all. As for me touching it, if you are to become a Crossman boy, you will need to get used to men touching your cunt. As I said, you have been strapped down because you will want to move during these two exams and move could hurt you and cause you pain. Although you will feel discomfort and even a little pain, my goal is to minimize it. If you move while I am examining your throat, you could cause damage."

I nodded my head that I understood.

The Doctor then rolled his stool all the way up to my head and continued, "Ok, so as you can see, I have left your hands and arms free to move. This is because when I am checking your mouth and throat, you won't be able to talk. You mustn't try to push my hand away while I am doing the exam; again, you could cause yourself some real damage, clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Throughout the exam, I will be asking you questions, and I need you to slowly move your hand from side to side if your answer is no and give me the "OK" sign with your thumb and index finger if you are ok. Do you understand that?"

I nodded my head, yes.

"Good boy, now I want you to make an X with your arms for me." I did as he asked and he said, "Good boy. When you make the X, it will tell me you need me to stop. So, if you are in a lot of pain, feel dizzy, or feel like you need to throw up, I want you to use the X sign, got it?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand."

"The first thing I am going to be looking at are your teeth, gums, cheeks, and tongue. Then I will be sticking my finger down your throat to check it. Now I will ask you again, do you still want to continue?"

"Yes, Sir, I will be brave and let you do what you need to do so I can come here."

I was scared to death, but I knew I just had to get past it. I am so close to my dream coming true. I had no idea what my throat had to do with coming here, or why my butt… I mean cunt, was so important, but then it must be if they say it is.

"Ok boy," the Doctor said. "Here we go."

The head of the exam table went up a few inches, and then with a click, the head dropped down and I was looking right at the Doctor's chest. He picked up one of those pick thingies that the dentist uses, adjusted the overhead light, and started picking at all my teeth and my gums.

"Boy, I am extremely impressed, your teeth are beautiful, and your gums are in great shape. Not very often have I seen a boy's mouth that's this clean," he said as he removed his hands from my mouth.

I felt myself beam with pride at that statement. "Thank you, Sir; my mom is very strict about brushing my teeth. She checks after breakfast and before bed. She still checks my brother too, and he is twelve," I said, giggling.

The Doctor smiled down at me and said, "That's a great mom you have boy, she really loves you. I know we have asked this question many times, but are you sure you want to continue? This is the hard part, where I am going to check deep into your throat."

"Yes Sir, I am sure. Please keep going," I plead. I was worried talking about my mom like that has made them change their minds.

"Ok boy, I am going to be checking your throat now. Are you ready for this?"

I held up my had with my fingers in the OK sign.

"Do you remember all the signals I gave you?"

I showed him the Ok sign again. He was feeling around my mouth with his finger. He pressed down on my tongue and his finger went under my tongue and then to the top of my mouth.

"Here we go; you will need to breathe through your nose. At some point, you will not be able to breathe, at which time, I need you to relax. I will not let anything happen to you, I promise."

Ok, sign again, and then I felt his finger pressing into my throat. I was ok breathing through my nose at first; then it got harder.

That's when he said, "I can feel you have a hard time breathing, so I am going to leave my finger where it is it, and I want you to concentrate on breathing through your nose. In your mind, I want you to count backward from ten, slowly, and breathe in through your nose at the even numbers and out on the odd numbers, ok?"

I gave the ok sign, and I worked hard on not panicking and counting and breathing through my nose. Finally, when I hit five, I was calming down and taking deep breaths through my nose. The Doctor smiled down at me and asked if I was ok. I put up the ok sigh and his finger then went deep into my throat. As he went deeper and breathing got harder, he would pull back a little and I could breathe again. I was hoping this would end soon because my throat hurt real bad and felt like it was on fire. He pulled back to where I could breathe again and called the Headmaster over. The Headmaster watched and smiled as the Doctor ran his finger down my throat

"WOW," the Headmaster said. "No gag reflex. Do you think he can handle a man?"

"He probably could, but since he is not living here, I would say no. He needs the usual training so that he won't be hurt." The Doctor said. "He is a rarity and will be easier to train than other boys."

I was not sure what they were talking about, but they sounded happy about it. The Doctor removed his finger from my mouth and lifted my head until the chair clicked and locked into place.

"How are you feeling, boy?" the Doctor asked as he moved his stool down to the bottom of the exam table.

"I am ok; my throat hurts a little and my legs hurt too."

He smiled and said, "You have done extremely well, and we are enormously proud of the way you have accepted all of this. Now we only have your cunt left to examine, and then we can put your legs down, ok?"

I said with a rasp, "Yes, Sir."

The Doctor said, "As I have been honest with you so far, I will continue to do so."

He pulled the towel off the tray on the stand at the bottom of the exam table. I was a bit confused because I don't remember seeing that tray before now. Did I miss it, or did it get put there later? Anyway, he showed me what was on the tray and it got me a bit more scared.

"I have to look inside your cunt and make sure it is healthy and can accept what will be required of it. I will be using three pieces of equipment to examine that beautiful little cunt of yours. I will show them to you now, so you will understand what each is used for."

First, he held up a tube he called a "'special" kind of lubricant. He told me it had medicine in it that will reduce the pain I will be feeling but that there would still be some. I didn't like to hear that at all. Next, he held up what looked like Q-tips, only they had long wooden handles. He told me that he would be using these to collect samples and check things out inside me. Last on the table was at first something that looked like a toy I had seen at the state fair.

The toy had a tube at one end of what I would say was an upside-down 'L,' so the short part of the L is the top. This part had three or four pieces held together by a rubber band and when you squeezed the handle, the pieces would start to spin and the faster you squeezed the handle, the wider it would open up. It always had a cool design, or maybe the fancier ones had lights.

However, I was afraid that this would not be that. Instead of plastic, this was silver metal and when the Doctor squeezed the handle, it did not spin, but it did open up. The Doctor told me that this was called a speculum and that he will insert it into my cunt to get a good look inside. He showed me that every time he squeezed the handle, it clicked and opened just a little. He said that he would be going slow so as not to damage my cunt and cause me as little pain as possible.

"Ok boy, let's get this last part done so that we can get you standing up. I need you to tell me now if you want to stop. Once I get started, I can go slower, but I won't be able to stop quickly and if I did stop, it would take time to remove it, and you could have just finished it up. So, Brian," Yea, I heard it too, it was the first time he called me by my name and not boy. "are you sure you want to continue?"

"Yes Doctor, I am really scared, but I need to see this through. I trust you to do what is best for me."

"That's exceptionally good, boy; let's get this finished then. I will start with my finger putting lube into your cunt and stretching it open a little so that I can get the probe in it. This will be a bit uncomfortable at first until the medicine has time to deaden the area. Ok boy, here we go." I

felt the coldness of the lube and he smeared it on the outside of my cunt. When he touched it, I had shivers going through my whole body.

"You see boy; now we know that you won't miss your penis feelings after all. You will be getting your pleasure from your cunt."

I then felt the pressure as he started pushing his finger that had just been down my throat into my cunt. It did not really hurt at first but was extremely uncomfortable. I am not sure what happened to the medicine, but the pain was definitely there as more of his finger slipped in.

I closed my eyes tight and grabbed the side of the bed, trying my best not to cry out. Suddenly, my mind changed focus from the pain in my butt to my chest pain. I opened my eyes to see the Headmaster, who was still above my head, leaning over and pinching my nipples hard. He was smiling down at me as he was rubbing and pinching my nipples. It hurt, but I also felt a shiver going down my spine.

As much as is hurt, it also felt… I am not sure how to describe it. When he released my nipples, I was relieved and sad at the same time. Of course, that is when I realized that the Doctor was now moving his finger in and out of my cunt, and although it was still uncomfortable, it didn't hurt anymore. It actually was sending a tingle through my whole body.

"You are doing very well, boy. Your cunt is opening up nicely and we are now ready for the next part."

I felt him remove his finger, leaving me feeling a little empty. He then put some more of the slick stuff on my hole. Then I felt the cold metal of the spready thing.

He pushed it in and, after a minute or so, said, "You are doing great boy. Now I am going to start opening your cunt so that I can get a good look inside."

I heard the click and felt the pain. I grabbed the side of the bed tight to keep myself from using the X sign. That is when I felt the pain in my chest again and looked up to see the Headmaster smiling at me. This went on for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. That is when the Headmaster let go of my chest and the Doctor said, "You did good boy. You are fully open, and I can now look inside and get my samples."

The Headmaster moved to the foot of the table to look at what the Doctor was seeing, and a big smile spread across his face. "You have a beautiful cunt, Brian. You may not like your body yet, but your cunt is a work of art." I still thought this was weird, but maybe it will help me get in if they like it.

The Doctor said, "Ok boy, you are doing so well. I am so impressed with the way you have allowed me to examine you. I am now going to take some swabs of the inside of your cunt now. It won't hurt and may even feel rather good."

I felt him touch something inside me that sent spasms through my whole body. I also saw the Headmaster move back to the head of the exam table. The Doctor kept touching my insides and I was going crazy. When I felt my head move up, I heard a click and the head of the table dropped down again. When I opened my eyes, the Headmaster was there with his pants down. I couldn't believe how big it was.

"Brian, give me your hands." I did and he warped my hands around it. It was hard, but also soft and warm.

"Brian, look at me." I looked into his eyes and he said, "You are holding your first man's cock. If you come here, you will spend a lot of time with men's cocks. Now I would like you to open your mouth and accept me inside, Brian. Show me what you know you need." Without even thinking about it, I let go of it and opened my mouth.

He slid his cock into my mouth, saying, "Ok Brian, make sure your teeth do not touch your man's cock. Now wrap your lips tightly around it and use your tongue all over it, especially all around the head. Yes, Brian, you are doing a wonderful job," he said as he started sliding his cock back and forth in my mouth. I could not believe how incredible it felt, and to know that this will happen a lot if I come here, I was so happy.

I knew something was coming out of the tip, but it didn't taste like pee. I remembered reading about pre-cum in a thing online and knew that it must be it; I also just realized why my throat was so important. Wow, would they stick something that big down my throat? I also just now realized why my cunt was also so important. I got a little scared realizing that they would be putting their cocks in my cunt like I now had in my mouth if I came here. How would they get a cock that big in my cunt? Speaking of my cunt, whatever he is doing down there, is driving me crazy. I didn't know how to process all these feelings and realizations.

Then I heard the Headmaster say, "Ok Brian, I am about to give you my seed, and I need you to swallow every bit of it. This is my gift to you for doing such a good job."

Suddenly, the tingling in my cunt became overwhelming and my mouth started filling up with the Headmaster's cum, "You need to swallow it, Brian. Don't let any of it seep out."

I started swallowing and was amazed at how good it tasted. Then it happened, I started seeing stars and my whole body started shaking. Then everything went black. I started hearing a voice from far away, getting closer with each passing second.

"Ok boy, come back to us now. Open your pretty green eyes," I opened my eyes and saw the Doctor and the Headmaster staring at me with smiles on their faces. "That's my boy; why don't you sit up and have a drink of water."

I then realized that I was lying flat on the table with my legs down and all the straps off.

"What happened?" I asked as I sat up and drank the water the Doctor offered me.

The Headmaster smiled and said, "Well, you did great on your exam and passed with flying colors. The good news is that you just had your very first orgasm. The bad news is between the orgasm and the cum you swallowed, you fell into sensory overload and passed out," he said with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I will do better next time, please give me another chance. I remember receiving your seed Headmaster, then I saw stars and then nothing." I could feel my eyes starting to water, thinking I failed.

"No boy, you have nothing to be sorry for. Most boys have their first orgasm by playing with their penises. A Crossman boy gets their first orgasm from their cunts. The anal orgasm is much more intense than boys get playing with their penises. Very few of the Crossman boys have not passed out from their first encounter. As you experience more of these, you will still see the stars, but you won't pass out. Now your legs must be a little stiff, so let's get you up and moving around."

They helped me off the table and kept me steady till my legs started working again. The Headmaster turned me to face him and sat down on the chair with me, still standing in front of him and spoke.

"Brian, a lot has happened to you today. You set your goals to get into this school, then rode the train by yourself, and told me, a total stranger, all about things you never told anyone else. You have stood naked before two strange men and submitted to a very invasive examination. You have learned about the pleasure your cunt can bring you and received my cock into your mouth, then received and swallowed the seed I gave you. So now, I will ask you again if you are sure you want to continue? What you have just done here would be expected of you at any time, sometimes multiple times a day? This is what is required of all Crossman boys, and if you were to become a Crossman boy, it would also be required of you as well,"

"Headmaster, I know I was not raised a Crossman, and before a few days ago, I had never even heard of a Crossman. After what happened today, I know deep in my heart that I am supposed to be a Crossman. If you allow me to become one, I will make you proud of me, I promise."

"I am sure you will, Brian. What I will promise you is that I will do everything in my power to help you become a Crossman and make your dreams a reality. What I want you to do now is to turn around and thank the Doctor for everything he has done for you today." He was still holding me, and I could not turn yet.

"Now, Brian, I expect you to thank him the way a proper Crossman boy would."

The Headmaster let go of me and when I turned around, what I saw was the Doctor sitting in a chair, without any pants on, leaning back, legs spread, and a hard cock, but it looked funny. It didn't have a top like mine and the Headmaster has. It was weird because it had skin sticking out at the end. I wondered if he had been in some kind of accident and lost the top of his cock. It made me a little nervous, but I was going to do what I had to do. I walked up to him and said, "Thank you, Doctor, for all you did for me today. Thank you also for the great feeling you gave me in my cunt; it was wonderful."

"You are quite welcome, boy. Now would you like to learn how to please a man with your mouth properly? You did a great job on the Headmasters cock, but he was doing all the work. You will need to learn how to please men without them having to do anything. Are you ready for that?"

I looked at his cock, it was shorter than the Headmasters, but I figured that was from the accident, but I think it was thicker. I looked into the Doctor's eyes and said, "Yes, Sir. As a Crossman boy, it is my duty to please men and make them happy. I can't wait to learn; please teach me."

"I am proud of you, boy and knew the moment I saw you that you would make a magnificent addition to the Crossman Boys. Now, why don't you get down on your knees and move between my legs."

I didn't even think about it; I just dropped to knees and scooted between his legs with my hands on his knees.

"Good boy, now every man has a way in which he likes to be serviced. However, the first thing a boy should do is to get the man's scent into his lungs."

I was a little confused by this. I wonder if I am supposed to smell him.

He continued, "A man's scent contains pheromones and it helps the boy become more aroused and respond to the man's needs better."

He reached down with his right hand to the left side of his cock and balls and pulled them to the right. This exposed the area where the inner thigh meets the crotch. He then put his hand on the back of my head and pull towards him so that my nose was in that spot.

"Ok boy, now I want you to take ten big deep breaths. I want you to hold that breath in your lungs until I tell you to breathe out. Then do it again."

I took a deep breath and held it. It smelt of sweat and earthy smell; I liked it. I did it the ten times and when it was over, I saw spots in my eyes and I was dizzy. It was not the kind of dizzy I got when I stayed on the merry-go-round too long. No, this was a dizzy that made my whole body hot and cold at the same time.

"Good boy, I can see by the glassy eyes that you are ready to service me. As I said, every man is different, so you will have to learn how to listen to the man to learn what makes him happy. What I want you to do is to start with my balls. This is where your treat is stored, so I like to have them warmed up first. I want you to use your tongue, but not just the tip. I want you to stick your whole tongue out, so the flat part of your tongue is doing most of the work."

I did as I was told and licked all over his balls using my whole tongue, as he explained. I am not sure I liked it very much because I got a bunch of hairs in my mouth. I didn't want to disappoint him by stopping, so I just sucked it up and kept going. He told me to stop after a little bit, which made me happy because my tongue started to hurt.

"Now, boy, I want you to take care of my cock now. I want you to start by licking it from the base to the top and back down again."

I did as I was told, it felt weird at the top and I saw his pee hole. I was confused by that, and I guess the Doctor saw that because he asked me to give him my hand. I did as he asked, and he wrapped my hand around his hard cock. It was so hot and soft to the touch, but also hard. He squeezed my hand about halfway on his cock and pulled it down to the base. I almost fell over when I saw the top part come out from under the skin. Both the Doctor and Headmaster were laughing. I felt very embarrassed and my face got red.

"Boy, haven't you ever seen an intact cock before?"

"I am sorry Sir, I didn't mean to jump like that. I thought you were missing the top. I thought you had some kind of accident or something."

Smiling, the Doctor said, "Boy, if there was an accident, you and the Headmaster were the ones that had it. You see, my boy, every male is born like me with the skin intact. When you were a baby, your parents decided to have you circumcised, which is where the extra skin is removed from your penis.

"In the early days, it was done for religious reasons, or because guys didn't know how to keep the area under the skin clean and that caused a lot of infections. Nowadays, it is not happening as often because boys are taught to keep it clean. Many of the Crossman still have this skin, so you need to learn how to deal with it."

To say I was shocked would have been the understatement of a lifetime. I even looked down at my dinky, not believing that mine once looked like that.

"Now, let's get back to your lesson."

He had me pull the skin down so I could lick around the head and lick up the pre-cum that was flowing out of it. He had a stronger flavor than the Headmaster, but I still liked it. After licking around the head for a little while, I took him in my mouth and sucked on his cock as the Headmaster told me. Instead of the Doctor moving his cock in and out of my mouth, I bobbed my head up and down. I was not sure I was doing it right until I heard him moan, then I was sure.

He was leaking a lot of pre-cum in my mouth and I was swallowing down as fast as he gave it to me. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pushed more of his cock in my mouth. I felt his cock get a little bigger than I felt the first blast of cum hit the back of my throat. It took everything I had not to choke out of shock. I got control and just started swallowing as fast as I could. I did feel a little bit come out of the corners of my mouth, but not much. I kept him in my mouth until he told me I could take it out, which he did after he squeezed out all of his cum into my mouth.

"Ok, boy, you can take it out now." I backed away from his cock and sat back on my heels, looking into the Doctor's face. "You did very well, my boy. I am extremely impressed with your commitment to giving the maximum pleasure to your man. Yes, my boy, you are going to do very well here."

I looked up to see a big smile on the Headmasters face. "You did well, Brian. I second the Doctor's observation of your willingness to do everything you are told to do and your desire to do it well. So, are you full of all the cum you have swallowed, or would you like some lunch?"

I stood up and said, "I did enjoy all the delicious cum you men gave me, but in all the excitement to get here, I was kind of stupid and forgot to eat breakfast or pack any snacks. I still have twenty-two dollars, but I can only spend four of it so I can get home," I said, a little bit embarrassed.

"Don't you worry about that; lunch is on me." He then picked up the phone and said, "Brad, can you have Timmy come to medical, please? Thank you, Brad; I will be back in the office in about fifteen minutes.

" Ok, Brian, let's get you dressed, and we can get going."

I turned to get my clothes on, and they were all gone. I looked at the Headmaster, and he was smiling and holding up a pair of black shoes and black socks.

"Let's start with these."

I sat on the chair and pulled on the black socks and then the black shoes. I could not believe how good they fit. I tied them and when I looked up, I could not believe what I was seeing. The Headmaster was holding up one of those beautiful blue robes.

I walked over to him, never taking my eyes off the robe and asked, "Do I get to wear it? It is so beautiful."

The Headmaster laughed and said, "As much as I like the way you look naked, you can't go to lunch that way. Now arms up." I raised my arms and he slid the robe down my arms and over my head. "Now, you look like a Crossman boy."

I started jumping around and yelling, "whoopee! Am I a Crossman boy now, I mean for reals?" Both men were laughing at my excitement. That's when I noticed the Doctor had put his pants on.

"Slow down, buddy. You still have the academic exams to take, and although it won't be official until we get you enrolled here, I would say you are well on your way," replied the Headmaster.

"I don't understand. If I am not a Crossman, then how come you gave me the robe?" I tried hard not to cry at this letdown, but I could not help it. The Headmaster picked me up and carried me over to the chair where he sat down with me in his lap. I didn't want to look at him with tears in my eyes.

"Brian, look at me, please." I looked at him and he wiped my tears away and said, "Look buddy, there is a lot that has to go into getting you here, and that includes seeing how you will do with the classes we expect you to keep up. We will also have to work on convincing your parents to let you come here." I stood up and started taking off my robe. "Hold on, Brian, what are you doing? Are you worried about the classwork?"

"No Sir, believe it or not, I am really smart. I am probably the smartest kid in my school. I know that I told you I only get C's, but that is because I don't want the other kids to know. If they know, they tease me, get into fights, and my parents get mad at me. The problem is that there is no way my parents will let me live away from home, and if they did get past that, they still could never afford to send me here."

"Ok, buddy, two things. First, I need you to take the tests this afternoon and do the absolute best you can. This is not a time for you to hold back. Second, I need you to let me handle getting your parents on board and then let us figure out the financial side. I will not lie to you, it will take a few weeks to make this happen, but if you can trust me for a little while, I really think we can make this work, Ok? I put you in the robe because you will lunch with Timmy in the dining room and then go to class. I can't have you doing that is your regular clothes. Right now, you are wearing the same thing as every other boy in the school. Except for all the boys who are not Crossman and have clothes on under their robe."

I was looking him straight in the eye to see if what he was saying was true or was just telling me what he thought I wanted to hear. Adults think that kids don't know the difference, but I can tell. What I saw in the Headmaster's eyes was the truth.

"Ok, Headmaster, I will trust you." With that, I gave him a big hug. That is when we heard a knock on the door. I stood up and smoothed out my robe.

"Come in, Timmy," the Headmaster said. Timmy came into the room, saw me, and ran to me, giving me the biggest hug. It was so tight I almost couldn't breathe.

The Headmaster laughed and said, "Timmy, I want you to take Brian with you to lunch and show him how to get his food. Then, I want you to take him with you to all of your classes. He will be testing, and I need him to be serious. Ok?"

"Yes, Headmaster. I can't wait; Brian is my best friend. Come on, Brian, I will show you where to go, and you can sit next to me."

Chapter 4
Making It Through Lunch

I was super excited to be going to lunch with Timmy. He was so nice and didn't look at me like I was some weird kid, he really liked me, and I really liked him. We stepped out of the office into the waiting room where Timmy stopped and sat down in a chair. I gave him a questioning look and asked, "Aren't we going to lunch?"

"Of course, we are silly. But we have to wait for the bell. We have ten minutes till it rings."

"Oh" I sat down next to Timmy and waited. He just kept smiling and looking at me. I looked at him and said, "What?"

"I am excited!" He said louder then I think he meant to.

"About what?"

"You are wearing a robe. That means you went through medical. That means you know what being a Crossman boy is about."

I looked at him wondering if he knew what I just went through. "wh…wh… What do you mean?" I was nervous that somehow, I gave him a sign or something about what happened in there.

He just laughed and said, "Why are you so nervous? I know you had a physical, and it must have been a complete one, or you would not be wearing a robe. If I looked under your robe, I would also bet you are naked. Your voice is hoarser than it was when you got here, and the way you are sitting, I bet you got your cunt checked too."

I am sure my face was fire engine red, and I just stared at him with my mouth open. "How did you know? You won't tell anyone will you? I don't want to get into any trouble with the Headmaster and not be able to go here. Please Timmy, promise me," I begged.

Timmy just looked at me in total surprise. "Brian. you know I am a Crossman and already go to this school, right?" I nodded my head in total fear. "The exam you just went through, all Cboys go through it at least every other month. The Doctor has to make sure we are ok since our cunts and throats get used so much. So, you have nothing to worry about." He said smiling and putting an arm around my shoulder. "Besides Brian, we are best friends, I would never make fun of you." That is when I got the biggest surprise. Timmy leaned in and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. I just looked at him in shock, no one outside my family had ever done that. He pulled back removing his arm from my shoulder and I saw tears forming in his eyes. "I am so sorry Brian, I am so happy to have you as a friend that it just happened, please don't hate me. I won't ever do it again.

I reached over and gave Timmy a big hug and kissed his cheek. "Timmy, I am not mad, I am happy. I have never had a friend that liked me so much he kissed me. I was just surprised is all. I was so worried about how today was going to end for me, and now I am close to getting in the school I want to go to, in the house I want to be in, and to top it off, I finally found a best friend that is not my brother. This is the best day of my life." I said while dancing around the waiting room like a fool. Timmy was sitting there laughing until I grabbed his hand a made him dance around with me.

All of a sudden, the exam room door opened, and the Headmaster came out. He saw us and smiled, "I guess you two may be best friends after all. Now settle down, the bell should ring any sec…" and it rang. "Ok boys head to lunch and Brian, I need you to really work hard on those tests for me ok?"

I stood straight and said, "Yes Headmaster, I won't disappoint you I promise."

"I know you won't. Head on out now boys."

With that said, we all headed out the door. The Headmaster went left, and Timmy and I went right. The halls were full now with kids all heading to their next class or to the dining room. Timmy told me, "Because there are so many kids, there are two different lunch periods. The Cboys are always in the first one."

I never felt such pride as I walked down the hallway in my awesome robe. It was a little weird knowing that I was naked under there. We left the classroom building and went across what Timmy called the Quad and into the dining room.

We entered the dining room and it was real busy with kids moving all over the place. I grabbed Timmy's robe in a panic to stop him, "I don't have any money, it is all in my pants and I don't know where they are." I knew the Headmaster said he was buying my lunch, but he wasn't here.

"Don't worry about it Brian, you are with me." He pulled me into the line on to left getting behind a group of other boys waiting and talking.

One boy ahead of us looked over and said, "Hey Timmy, how's it going brother. Who's your friend?"

"Hi Brendon, I am doing great! This is my new best friend Brian."

Brendon looked like he was maybe fourteen with bright blue eyes and a big smile. I liked him right away, because like me he was fat too, not like real fat, but not skinny either. He held out his hand and said, "It is great to meet you Brian, any friend of Timmy's is a friend of mine.

"It's nice to meet you too." I said as I shook his hand. We chatted back and forth as we waited in line. Since this was a line for Crossman boys only, I got a look at all the other Cboys as Timmy called them. We got to the front of the line and Timmy grabbed me a tray and a roll of silverware wrapped in a cloth napkin. Definitely not something you would see at my school. We went through the line and got to choose what we wanted. I chose the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a piece of cake for dessert. Timmy got the chicken strips, french-fries, corn, and a piece of cake. At the end of the counter the man put and plastic cup with a lid on it on the try and asked if I wanted a chocolate milk or white milk. Both Timmy and I chose white, and I followed Timmy to the table. As we were walking, I noticed that only the Cboys had this cup with the lid on it. None of the others had one. When we got to the table, I was at the end then Timmy and Brendon. Sitting down, I noticed all the boys were drinking whatever was in this cup. The cup was not a see through so I really could not see what was in it. Some of the boys drank it down fast, while others sipped it.

Timmy saw me looking at it and the other boys and said, "That is called golden water. Cboys are required to drink a cup at every meal. You have never had it before I am sure, so you won't like it." He turned and talked to Brendon next to him.

Brandon looked over at me and said, "Brian, no one will be mad if you don't drink it. You are not a Cboy yet, so you are not required."

I looked at it and said, "If the Cboys are supposed to drink it then I will do it to." With that I grabbed the cup and took off the lid. It didn't smell good at all. I looked to Timmy and he had taken his lid off to. Then he tapped his cup against mine and said cheers and he drank down his whole cup full. I took a deep breath and did the same. It was awful, but I swallowed it all and saw Timmy grab a pitcher out of the center of the table and fill my cup up again.

"That's just water. Drink it down." I did as I was told, and even though I could taste what little was left in the cup mixed with the water, it was better. "Now eat and you will forget all about it." I started eating and soon the taste was out of my mouth. I loved the way us little kids got to sit with the big kids and the way all the other guys included us in their conversations.

I looked around the dining hall and noticed that only the Crossman House sat mixed up this way. The other houses were mostly seated by age. The boy across from me looked like he was about sixteen and said, "Hi I'm Paul."

He extended his hand and I shook it. "I'm Brian, I am just here for the day, but hope to be able to come here full time soon."

"That's cool, I hope you are able to come here, you will like it. I noticed you looking at some of the older cboys and looking at the other tables."

"Yea. I was wondering why you guys are sitting with us, but at the other tables the older boys have their own tables."

"That's a good question Brian but let me answer it by asking you a few." I nodded my head yes and he went on. "Do you have any older brothers or sisters?"

"I only have one brother, and he is the best big brother ever." I said with pride.

Paul smiled and asked, "When your family has dinner together, I assume that you and your brother sit at different tables, right?"

I laughed and answered, "That's silly why would we sit at different tables? We sit right across from each other."

"Because that is the way families eat meals. The Cboys are a family so we sit together. You are what we would call a little. Every little brother has a big brother assigned to him. I am Brandon's big brother, so why would I sit away from him?"

Timmy jumped in and added, "Yea, and next him is Tyler, and he is my big brother." Then his voice got low and he said, "Sometime I like him more them my own big brothers."

Once I understood that, I listened as they told me all about the school, and how much they loved it. I felt like I was already a part of it. I felt so included, a feeling I have never had before.

I guess if I would have gotten on board with the religious thing maybe I could have had these feelings there. I mean my brother was always talking about the fellowship he had with the other kids at church. I even woke up one day and decided I was going to go with Donny and see what he saw, but in the end, I just couldn't make myself do it. However, here was something I could really be a part of if everything worked in my favor. When we were finished, some men came out of the kitchen with big carts and started collecting trays, scraping the food into one bin on the cart, putting the trays in another, our cups with lids in another, the silverware in yet another, and the napkins in a bag. I will say, there was no food to scrape on my tray. I cleaned it all, it was delicious, again, not like my school. I thought giggling.

Just then, some kid from another table came up beside me and started talking mean to Timmy. He looked like he was fifteen or so. Not real big, but I could see his friends from the table he was at laughing and pointing. "Hey fag boy who is your new friend, or is he your lover?" I heard Brendon tell him to knock it off. "Shut up Brendon, you know your aren't going to do anything. So, Timmy, what do you say you meet me later so I can slide my cock down your faggot throat."

I was trying to hold it together but the more this boy talked to my friend the less control I had. I felt myself getting angrier and angrier, I knew that I was going to lose it. It was like it always was back at my old school when someone was picking on me. I felt a pain in my head as the anger built, but when I start seeing red I knew I was going to fight. I lost it and since he was leaning over me, I cocked my arm back and elbowed him as hard as I could in the balls. He bent over while backing up giving me enough room to stand up. Once my feet were planted I gave him an uppercut to the chin with the palm of my hand, and he was down, but I was still seeing red and jumped on top of him hitting him a few more times before Brendon, Timmy, and Paul picked me up and dragged me out. By the time I calmed down I found myself outside the Headmasters office. Once my head cleared, and I realized what I had done, I just lost it. I fell out of the chair they had set me in, onto the floor, curled up into a ball, and just started balling.

Timmy got on the floor next to me, "Brian, are you ok? Come on Brian, talk to me please" I looked up to see him crying too."

"I am so sorry Timmy; I can't be your friend now."

"What are you talking about, you are my best friend?"

"Don't you understand Timmy? They will never let me come here now. I knew it was too good to be true. Nothing good ever works for me." I curled back into a ball and just kept crying.

The Headmaster walked in and said, "All of you in my office now." I was sure he was mad but was only using a stern voice and not yelling. Brendon, and Paul stood me up and we all followed the Headmaster into his office. As soon as we entered his office, I took my beautiful robe off and put it on his desk. I was so sad I am not sure that at the time I realized I was standing there in front of all these people naked. The Headmaster looked at me and asked, "Brian, why did you remove your robe?"

"I don't deserve it. I just need to get myself ready to accept my punishment when my dad finds out that I came here and then got into a fight."

"Paul, would you help Brian get his robe back on and then have a seat please."

Paul stood and grabbed my robe off the desk and held it for me. I made no attempt to move. Brendon whispered in my ear, "You heard the Headmaster tell Paul to get you into your robe. Do you want Paul to get into trouble to for not doing what he is told? "I looked and Brendon, then Paul, and then the Headmaster who was not looking happy. I was just lifting my arms when Brendon whispered in my ear again, "You know, you have a real cute butt." My face must have turned twenty shades of red. It was at that second that I actually realized I had been naked. I jumped at Paul with my arms up, Paul pulled the robe down my arms and over my head. I saw that everyone was smiling, and Timmy was giggling.

"So, who is going to tell me what happed at lunch?" Asked the Headmaster.

Before I could get my hand up and say anything, Brendon said, "It was my fault Sir."

"So, are you telling me you punched Kyle?" asked the Headmaster.

"No Sir, but I saw it coming and didn't react soon enough to stop it."

"Tell me what happened then Brendon."

"Kyle came over to the table and started picking on Timmy again…"

"Why are you saying again Brendon. Has this happened before?

"Yes Sir. Kyle and his friends like to show what big shots they are by making rude remarks and threats. They know we aren't allowed to fight back, so it like gives them free rein to do it. They never cross the line by laying hands on us, because they know that would get them kicked out. Today Kyle was picking on Timmy, telling him to pick a time so that he could shove his cock down Timmy's throat. I was really close to breaking the rules and knocking him out; but I just told him to knock it off and he told me to shut up. I was so busy trying to control my anger that I could not stop Brian, even though I knew he was going to blow."

I could see the Headmaster thinking about what was just said, "Ok, so we have two issues in front of us. The first being the fact that I was not informed that any of this was going on. The second is I need to understand what you saw that made you think Brian was, how did you put it, going to blow?"

"Well Sir," Brendon said as he looked the Headmaster in the eyes. "I could see Brian's face turning red and his fists balling up so tight that his knuckles were white, but I waited too long to act, and he blew." As for not telling you about the way we were being treated Sir, we all felt that if you got involved it would be much worse for us. Guys like Kyle and his bunch are just talk, we ignore them and move on Sir."

"You all must understand that at no time will I accept bullying in this school. By you boys not telling me or one of the teachers about what was going on, it allows those boys to think it is acceptable and that is not a message myself or any of the staff will allow. If you see someone breaking a rule that has no effect on another person and decide not to "snitch" about it, I guess I can overlook that. Never will I allow abuse to any student or staff be overlooked. Do I make myself clear?"

Everyone said, "Yes Sir" at the same time.

"Now as far as you are being able to control Brian's actions, only Brian can do that. I cannot hold you responsible for that Brendon. I am proud of the way the three of you stepped in and got Brian out of the situation." Looking at me he said, "Brian, as you just heard, fighting is not acceptable here at the Founders School. You need to know that when you return here, there will be consequences for your actions."

I started crying again and Timmy asked, "Brian, why are you crying?"

Looking up at him I said, "Because I wanted to go here so bad, and now I never will."

The boys started laughing, and Timmy asked, "What are you talking about? The Headmaster just said that you will be punished when you start going here."

It took a second for me to realize what Timmy just said to me. I looked at him, then the Headmaster. "Really, I still have a chance to come here, like for reals?"

"Depending on your testing this afternoon, yes. Just as long as you understand, you are not clear of this incident. You have to learn to control your anger, because if this happens again, you will not be allowed to be here, and you will face punishment upon your return to this school for today's actions, are we clear on both of these issue?"

"Oh yes Sir." I said with excitement running through my body. "But Sir? Sometimes I get so angry that I don't even realize it until it is too late. I don't know how I can promise you that I can stop it." I knew what I was saying to him may make him rethink me coming here.

It was Paul who got down on his knees in front of me, and took my hands in his, "Brian, you will control it, because you won't be alone. We will be your brothers and it is our jobs to watch each other's backs. You have one hundred and five brothers who you can turn to for help at any time." Then he gave me a big hug, then stood back. Is this really happening? Could I really have found a place where I would not always have to hide from other kids so I would not be picked on? My head was spinning. Just then the bell rang, and the Headmaster said, Ok boys, head to class now. Timmy, take Brian to the restroom and wash his face before you take him to class."

Timmy grabbed my hand and said, "Yes Headmaster." Before dragging me from the office. We went down the hall to the bathroom where I washed my face and did my best to make my hair look better.

Just then two bigger boys came into the bathroom. They saw me and came over. One of the boys who came over what real skinny and had zits on his face, and the other was taller but overweight. The zit faced kid asked, "You the boy who beat up Kyle?"

I was kind of scared thinking they were going to beat me up. Timmy said, "Come on guys, he is already in enough trouble." And tried to push me out of the room.

The fat guy got in front of us and said, "I think you got us wrong guys. We just wanted to thank you. He has been picking on us for a while now, but we were too scared to do anything."

I was shocked to say the least. "Why didn't you tell the Headmaster?"

The zit guy said, "We saw how he treated the Cboys and got away with it, how could we do anything if you guys who own the school couldn't stop it?"

"We just did. The guys told the Headmaster how he has been acting and the Headmaster will deal with it, but what I did was wrong, don't thank me for it. If you want it to stop, go tell the Headmaster." They looked at each other and said that they would think about it and left.

Timmy giggled and said, "You are a hero now bro."

I replied a little angrier than I meant to, "I don't want to be a hero, I wish it had never happened."

Looking at me Timmy replied, "I get that, you have a lot riding on this, but you will never get to come here if we don't get to class." He giggled.

We ran out of the bathroom and I followed Timmy to class. Other kids said things to me like good job, or he deserved it. I know I should have felt good about it, but I didn't. The first class was math, which is my best subject. We entered the classroom and Timmy took me to the teachers desk. I heard kids behind me saying things like, "That's him" and "How could someone so small take down Kyle?" I tried to ignore it.

Timmy said to the teacher, "Mr. Tabor, this is Brian and the Headmaster told me to introduce him to you for some testing."

"Well Brian, it is wonderful meeting you. The Headmaster has told me what he needs, so if you will have a seat in that empty desk in the back, I will get you started as soon as I can." I thanked him and went to sit in the desk he told me to.

The bell rang and Mr. Tabor took attendance with everyone answering "Here Sir" when their name was called. When that was done, he said, "Today we have a guest in our class." He said pointing at me. "This is Brian and he may be joining our school soon. He will be taking a test today so much of what we will be doing is going to be out of our books. We will be reviewing what we have been working on."

A boy in the third row raised his hand and was called on, "Mr. Tabor, when will Brian know if he gets to come here or not? What house will he be in"

"It will be a few weeks I think Jeff. As to which house, I am not sure yet."

Timmy raised his hand and was called upon, Timmy stood and with pride said, "Brian, will be in Crossman House Sir,"

"Thank you, Timmy. Ok class let's turn to page two twenty-three and solve the problems listed there and remember to show your work please."

He picked a paper book up from his desk and brought it back to me. He kneeled down and put the book and a pencil on the desk looked at the clock and said, "Ok Brian, you now have exactly one hour to complete this test. It starts out with just some addition and subtraction, then goes over multiplication and division, then fractions and so on. Take your time you have plenty of it and go as far as you can, got it?"

The whole time he was talking to me, he was rubbing his hand up and down my back, and even rubbed my butt. At least the parts I was not sitting on. I was not uncomfortable or anything, I actually liked it. "Yes Sir, I got it." He stood and walked to his desk, sat down, and looked like he was grading papers. I zipped through the test and completed it in about thirty minutes with another five minutes for review. (I told you I was good in math). By that time Mr. Tabor was reviewing what the other kids had been working on up on the chalkboard. I closed my book and watched as one kid after another solved the problem by describing how they got there. I had never seen kids like this. They were answering the questions like it was ok to be right. There were nineteen kids in the class, and no one was making nasty remarks or making fun of the kids that answered. I watched as every kid answered the questions. It looked like on question twenty he was going to start over when he saw me with my book closed and watching what was happening. "Brian, are you done with your test?"

"Yes Sir."

"How far did you get?"

Everyone was looking at me, I was not sure what to say, but since the Headmaster told me how important academics are at this school I said, "I finished the whole book Sir,"

I could see the shock on his face and then he asked, "Brian, do you see this question on the board?"

"Yes Sir."

"I want you to write it down and I will come back to you for an answer. OK?"

"Yes Sir, but I can answer it now if you want me to."

"Ok, go ahead, but I want you to tell me how you got there."

So, I gave him the answer and told him how I would go about getting there. The hardest part was that, telling him how I got there. When it comes to math, I just look at the numbers and see the answer. It is always a struggle for me to explain how to get it. "Very good Brian." He then went to the next person. I was looking around the classroom to see who was laughing at me. The only one looking at me with a stupid grin on his face was Timmy. I smiled at him and then listened as the class went on.

When the bell rang some of the kids came back and introduced themselves to me, just to say hi. Timmy told me the next class was English which was only two doors down. "Hi Mr. Hail. This is my friend Brian, the Headmaster told me to introduce him to you and tell you that he is supposed to do testing today."

"Well hello to you to Timmy." He said as he rubbed Timmy's head messing up his hair and getting a giggle out of him. Then he turned to me, held out his hand, and said, "It is nice to meet you Brian. My name is Mr. Hail, and I will be giving you a test on grammar, spelling, sentence structure, and punctuation."

I shook his hand and said, "It's nice to meet you Sir. Thank you for taking the time to give me the test."

"It is not problem at all Brian. Attention class. This is Brian, he is visiting us today in the hope that he will be able to come to school here. He will be taking an entrance exam this period. Can you all please welcome Brian to our class?"

In one voice the whole class said, "Welcome Brian."

I felt my face turn red with embarrassment. "I will put you at that back desk and you will have an hour to work on it, if you have any questions, just raise your hand, ok?"

"Yes Sir." I went to the back of the room and waited for Mr. Hail to bring me my test. Just like in the last class he did his attendance and started the class on a reading assignment.

He grabbed the same kind of book off of his desk that the math teacher had and brought it over to me. He knelt down and said, "I heard you had a little excitement at lunch."

I looked down at my hands and replied, "Yes Sir. Now I keep having people tell me how awesome it was, but I don't like when I get mad like that. It almost cost me my chance to come here."

"Brian, I don't know you, but I do know this school. We don't give up on people easily. If the Headmaster let you get as far as a robe and lunch, a little fight with a bully would not stop the process. That doesn't in any way excuse what you did, and I am sure there will be a punishment coming. What do you say for the rest of the day you forget what happened at lunch and do the best you can on the final two tests?" Just like Mr. Tabor from the last class, he was rubbing my back all the way to my butt while he talked to me.

"Yes Sir. I am not as good in English as I am in math, but I won't let you down" With a final squeeze of my upper butt he stood and left. It took me about forty-five minutes to finish up and close my book. For the last fifteen minutes I just listened as Mr. Hail taught about contractions and assigned the spelling words. When the bell rang, Mr. Hail came to the back of the class and collected my test. When I stood up, he put one hand on my shoulder and with the other felt my full rump. He gave it a pat and walked back to his desk.

When it was just me and Timmy still in the back of the room, I asked Timmy if he saw what the teacher did. "Yea so, does it bother you?"

"No not really, but it is just weird isn't it?"

"You're a Cboy, and that means that men will do that and a whole lot more. A Cboys first duty is to men. Some will feel you up, and most will do more, it's a man's right."

"Do you like it when they do stuff to you?"

He got this weird happy face and said, "Oh man, I love it. Especially their cocks, I love men's cocks." He looked at me and asked, "Have you ever had a man's cock in your hands or mouth?"

"For the first time today in medical. It was better than I ever dreamed of."

"I know right?"

"Boy's let's get a move on please" Mr. Hail said. We grabbed Timmy's backpack and headed to the last class of the day, History.

We made it to the classroom just as the bell sounded and went right to the teachers desk. "Mr. Michaels, this is Brian, the Headmaster sent him here for a test,"

"Yes, young Master Brian, it is a great pleasure to meet you. Why don't you head to the empty desk in the back there and as soon as I get things going, I will take care of you." I went to the back and sat at the assigned desk and waited. Like the other classes, Mr. Michaels started with attendance and told the class to review chapter seventeen while he got me started on the test. He came to the back of the classroom and just like the others kneeled beside me. Only as he explained what he wanted me to do, instead of feeling my back, he ran his hand up my leg under my robe and right up to my dinky. I was not happy about this because when he touched my balls it really hurt.

I looked at the class, sure that any second someone would turn and see what he was doing. He rubbed me for what felt like a long time but was really only a minute. He pulled his hand out and smelled it. I tried, but I couldn't help but giggle. One of the boys turned to look at us, but by then I am sure it only looked like he was talking quietly. He whispered close to my ear, "so it looks like it will be your cunt giving you your pleasure. I can't wait to pleasure you my boy." With that he went back to his desk. The test was easy, and I finished it within thirty minutes. He was talking about the Constitution and Declaration of Independence when he looked up and saw me with my book closed and listening to him teach. He was making it fun by asking questions like it was a game show. "How about you Brian, are you ready to play?"

I giggled and said, "Yes Sir."

"OK young Master Brian, when was the Declaration of Independence signed?"

"Seventeen seventy-six Sir."

"Correct. You ready for the next question my boy, can you handle this kind of stress."

Giggling like the rest of the class I stood tall and said, "I am ready if you are."

"Ok, so a smarty pants are ya? Where was it signed?"

"Oh, that's easy Sir, Independence Hall, Philadelphia Pennsylvania." I said feeling good about myself.

He made a buzzing sound and said, "Oh, I am sorry my boy that is incorrect." I was very confused; I was sure it was right and so was the class as I saw many of them going through their book.

"I am sorry to question you Sir, but I am sure I am right."

"No, my boy, you are right about the location, but the Declaration was actually signed at the bottom."

It took me a second to realize what he said, the next thing I know I am laying on the floor laughing so hard I almost peed myself. Within seconds the rest of the class realized what he said and the whole class was laughing. We got ourselves calmed down just in time for the bell to ring. Timmy and I were just leaving the classroom when Brad from the Headmasters office stopped me and told me to say goodbye to Timmy. The Headmaster wanted to see me and would be taking me home afterwards. I hugged Timmy and told him how much today meant to me and that hopefully I would see him soon. I think we both had tears in our eyes as we went our separate ways. When we got to the Headmasters office, I heard loud voices coming from inside. I looked at Brad who knocked on the door and when he heard the word come, he pushed me inside.

Once inside I saw a man and a woman along with Kyle sitting at the Headmasters desk and him sitting behind it. He pulled a chair back on his side of the desk and told me to sit. "Brian, this is Mr. and Mrs. Donahue, Kyles parents." I looked a Kyle and saw his jaw was swollen and his left eye was black.

Mrs. Donahue was so mad that her face was red. "I want this boy removed from this school today. I will talk to my lawyer about filing charges." I was so scared I was shaking and having a hard time breathing.

The Headmaster put his hand on mine and said, "Calm down Brian." Then he looked at her and said, "You are right mam, so we will start by expelling Kyle, and then we will call the police."

I could tell she was about to explode when her husband squeezed her hand and she thought better of it. Mr. Donahue asked, "Why would you expel Kyle over this, he was the one that got beat up?"

"Yes that is true, but if you look at the contract you signed when you asked us to enrolled Kyle at this school, it stated, and all three of you signed that you understood, that there were strict zero tolerance rules that would be followed here. One of those rules is boys bulling other boys will not be tolerated. Do you remember signing the acceptance of these rules?"

"Of course, but what does that have to do with that little monster beating on my child?" Mrs. Donahue screamed.

The Headmaster whole expression changed. He was obviously angry and trying to control it. "Mrs. Donahue, if you raise your voice to me again, the police will be called to have you removed from the grounds and your son arrested."

I saw a look of fear on Kyles face, and I thought she was going to say something else, but her husband looked at her and said, "Barbra, I swear if you open your mouth again, we are done." She looked at her husband with complete surprise that he would say something like that to her, but it had the desired effect. "Headmaster, I do remember the three of us signing that. Can you please explain to me what that has to do with what happened here?"

"Kyle, would you like to tell them?"

"I don't know what he is talking about dad, Kyle muttered."

The Headmaster looked at Kyle and said, "Are you sure about that Kyle?" The Headmaster opened his lower righthand drawer and thumbed thru a few files until he found what he was looking for. He placed a laminated paper on the desk. I looked up to see what it was, it was a picture of the dining room with the location of all the tables. "Kyle, would you like to tell your parents where the tables for your house is located please?" He pointed to the tables for the Ashton House. "Now, would you like to point to where this incident occurred?" He pointed across the room to the Crossman House tables. "Now Kyle, one last thing. Would you like to explain to your parents why you were at the Crossman House table?"

Kyle was just about to open his mouth when the Headmaster stopped him by saying, "Before you answer that Kyle, I want you to know, that since the mishap in the dining room I have not been able to leave my office with all the boys coming in here telling me what they saw. So, I know exactly why you were there and what you said to Timmy. Before you say that all the Crossman boys stick together you need to know that the only Crossman boys I talked to were Brian, and the three boys that drug him off of you and brought him here. The rest were from the surrounding tables. Other boys also came to me today in the light of these events with stories of bulling by you, Michael, Daniel, and Adam. I will be calling their parents by end of day. I am sorry young man, what did you want to tell your parents."

Mr. Donahue looked at his son, "Please tell me the Headmaster got this all wrong son. With everything else you have put us thru, please tell me you are not bullying other students. Well say something." Kyle said nothing. He acted like this was all a joke and his mommy would fix it. "Oh my god, I can't believe this. Headmaster, what do we need to do here?" Mrs. Donahue was about to say something when Mr. Donahue stared daggers at her and said, "Say something, go head I dare you." She didn't.

"Sir," the Headmaster started, "I am not really sure that there is anything that can be done for him at this point." Looking at Kyle, "Do you understand who the parents are of the boys you bullied. You had them too scared to tell their parents for a long time, but that all ended today when they came and reported it to me. I have an obligation to call every parent and explained what happened here today." Looking at Mr. and Mrs. Donahue "You would expect nothing less if it were your son being bullied. The blowback on this school will be huge. This has been going on under our noses for two years. Those parents are going to want answers."

Mr. Donahue looked at his son, "You may have very well cost us everything. Headmaster, please call the police and report this." I stiffened up and started shaking again. Mr. Donahue came over to me and said, "Brian, I am sorry this happened to you. You should never have had to feel like you needed to fight back. This school is supposed to be a safe space and it wasn't because of my son. For that I am deeply sorry. As far as I am concerned, you are no longer a part of this."

"Mr. Donahue, why don't you take Kyle home tonight, let me talk with the other parents and see what they are feeling. You deal with Kyle however you feel best and we will talk next week." Mr. Donahue stood and walked out the door followed by his wife and son.

The Headmaster looked and me and said, "You have had an eventful day, haven't you?"

I was so overwhelmed with everything that had happened in the last ten minutes that my head was spinning, and I was feeling sick. I jumped up and got to the Headmasters trashcan just in time to throw up. The Headmaster came up behind me and asked me if I was ok. "I am so sorry Sir I just couldn't stop it. I caused so many problems here today. I am sorry that I got the Donahue's so mad at you, and now Kyle can't come back to school. I know he hates me, and his friends will take it out on Timmy till I get accepted, then they will come after me."

The Headmaster smiled down at me and said, "It is ok Brian, you have been through a lot today. As for Kyle I am not sure he had any friends here. The other boys I mentioned earlier were all followers. What that means is that they followed Kyle in order to not be one of the boys he picked on. All of the boys that have come to me today told me that it was Kyle that always picked on them. The other boys will be dealt with as a warning. I doubt they will do anything but keep their heads down going forward.

Today you got into a fight, but violence is not the Crossman way. That is not to say that if attacked a Crossman won't fight to defend himself, but Kyle was fighting with words not his fists. Words will never hurt you; they won't break bones or make you bleed. All you did today was ease the suffering of those boys that were being abused by him. The things that Kyle was saying could have been just jealousy. He may think he knows what happens in Crossman House, and secretly wished he were part of it."

"Wow , I never thought of that. A lot of kids thanked me and patted me on the back for what happened. I am glad I helped them, but I don't like the feeling I get when I am that mad."

"I know you don't buddy." He went to a closet and pulled out my backpack and the clothes I took off in medical. "Bryan, why don't you get dressed and I will drive you home." I pulled off my robe and put it on the chair and then took off the shoes and socks. "Come over here before you get dressed and let me look at your cunt." I went right over to him and he had me lean over his desk with my leg spread wide apart. "Damn Brian, that ass of your is so beautiful and that cunt is going to bring so much pleasure to the men and yourself." He ran his hand over my cunt and tingles flashed through my whole body. The Headmaster laughed, "That is one sensitive cunt you have." Then he leaned over me reaching his hands under my chest and pinching both nipples at once. I sucked in a lot of air and moaned when I let it out. "That is what makes you such a special boy. Sensitive nipples and cunt will help you please the men you are with as well as giving you a lot of pleasure." He stood up lifting me at the same time a pointing me to my clothes and backpack. I pulled my play clothes out and put my dress clothes in. Once I was fully dressed the Headmaster took my hand and we walked out of the school and got into his car heading to Milbourn.

"Sir, you don't have to drive me all the way. If you can just take me to the train I will get home ok."

"Yes Brian, I could do that, but it really is not safe for a sweet little boy like you to be riding the train alone. Besides, I have some people I need to talk to in Milbourn."

"Are you going to talk to my parents today?" I asked nervously.

"No Brian, there are things that have to be in place before we can take that next step. I need you to be patient and don't talk about FSB at all. When we approach your parents, they need to not know it was coming. Can you do that?"

"Yes Sir, I won't let you down"

For the rest of the ride we talked about the school a little and about this and that. He dropped me off at the park I was supposed to be at and then left.

Chapter 5
Caught In The Lie

It has been two weeks since I visited Founders School for boys. I hadn't heard anything yet and was starting to figure that I must have messed up my tests somehow. I am not sure how, though, I worked really hard on them. Maybe it was the fight, that must be it. No, the Headmaster said that I would be punished for that when I came back. I was so frustrated that I was hardly sleeping and doing worse in my classes than usual. Then the bomb dropped.

We were at the dinner table with my dad saying the prayer giving thanks. "Bless us, O Lord, and these, thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Thank you for our family and guide us through the adventures ahead. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen." I looked at my father and wondered why he thanked God for the adventures ahead. Then I heard the whistle of the bomb as it fell into the center of the table.

"Boys, I received wonderful news today. We have been chosen to go on a mission to Syria. The Millers just got back, so we are going to take their place." Donny was all excited, talking about how great it would be to help out there. My mom was just smiling at his happiness.

Then they all looked at me, and my dad asked in his happy voice, "Brian, my youngest son, are you excited?"

It took me a minute to form any words. So many things were going through my head, mostly of course, that even if I got accepted into FSB, I would never get to go now.

"You are joking, right? Don't you read the news, there is war there, people are dying there, and you volunteered us to go without even talking to us first?

"Son, calm down. The Millers were there for two years and they are fine. I know this is not news that you want anything to do with, but your family is going, so you will just have to accept it and try to make the best of it."

"I don't get it, dad; I thought you understood me and accepted that I am not like the rest of you. I respect your beliefs, and I thought you respected my right not to believe."

"I do son, but the fact is that this is what we are doing, and I expect you to come along and be polite and do what you need to do."

I got so mad I could feel my ears turn red and I left the table and went to my room. Thankfully, no one tried to come to talk to me, so I didn't have to be disrespectful to anyone. I wondered if I should try to call the Headmaster and let him know. Then I laid on my bed and cried till I fell asleep.

The next morning did not find me in any better of a mood. My mom asked, "Brian, did anything happen at school that I should know about? I received an e-mail this morning asking your father and me to come to school on Friday."

Had I not been angry, I might have cared, "Not that I know of."

With that, I grabbed my backpack and left for school early. I found a quiet place to hide while I waited for the bell to ring. I wanted to sit at my tree, but it faced the parking lot, and everyone would see me sitting there. The school day was slow, and the evening found me in my room still not talking to anyone.

Just after my shower and before I crawled into bed, someone knocked on my door. When I didn't answer, the door opened, and Donny came in. He sat on my bed and asked me to sit with him. I did and he put his arm around me and asked, "How long are you going to be mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you, just mom and dad, but mostly dad."

"Do you think he did this to just to make you miserable?"

"No, but obviously what I think doesn't matter to him, or he would not have done this without at least talking to us first."

Donny thought about that for a minute. "You are right; he should have talked to us about it, but this is an amazing opportunity for us, and I guess he just figured we would all be on board."

"Look at it from my side Donny. You, mom and dad will be (making air quotes) "taking the word of God to the peasants" and what am I supposed to do? You know I don't believe in that stuff. Do I just sit in the corner playing with my new friend, the cockroach?"

My brother tried to keep a straight face then said, "Brian, he may not really be your friend; he may just be using you for free food. You can't trust them, you know."

Now he was just laughing, and no matter how hard I fought it, I couldn't help giggling too. "I know this is not what you want, and I will do everything I can to help you through it. You have to accept it and try to make the most out of it." Well, that stopped me from laughing and I went back to being sad. "Now, you want to tell me what kind of trouble you are in?"

I looked at him, not understanding the question. "What are you talking about, I know mom and dad aren't happy with me, but I didn't do anything to get in trouble for; why?"

"Mom and dad have to be at school tomorrow morning."

"Well, it wasn't me; maybe you did something wrong." I pushed Donny back and sat on his waist, tickling his sides. "What did you do wrong, bad boy? They finally found out what a troublemaker you are?"

He flipped me over, now sitting on me, tickling me, knowing I was twice as ticklish as he was. "Nope, it couldn't be me; I am wonderful. This sounds like a little brother issue. Everyone always knows that the little brother is the troublemaker."

That's when we heard my mother from the door saying, "Ok boys, that's enough. Donny, if you make him pee his bed, you will be remaking it."

My brother stopped, leaned down and kissed my forehead, "Even though we both know you are the troublemaker, I love you little bro."

I reached up and gave him a big hug and said, "I love you too, Donny." I kissed him on the cheek. He got off me and kissed my mom goodnight as he passed.

My mom came in to tuck me in and sat on the side of the bed. "I know you are mad at us, but we really believe this will be a good thing."

I didn't answer her; I mean, what would I say? The only thing that comes to mind is what Mark and Jeff said. "I'm calling bullshit on that," but I felt like that would not go over well, so I just kept my mouth shut.

"Baby, do you know why we are being called into the school tomorrow?"

"No, mommy, honest, I have not gotten into any fights at that school in a long time, and no one has been mad at me that I know of."

Then she said a little louder than I thought she needed to, "Ok, then it must be about your brother; he is the troublemaker in the family anyway."

From next door, Donny yelled, "Hey, I heard that."

I started laughing so hard, I thought I might pee, but I didn't. "Goodnight, baby." Mom said as she leaned down to give me a kiss.

"Goodnight mommy," I said, kissing her back on the cheek.

The next day things went as they normally did; I stayed out of the line of sight of the bullys that like to pick on me. This kept me out of fights, but I guess it doesn't matter now. What can they do, expel me? I am about to leave the country against my will. My third-period class is math, this is my favorite subject, and Mr. Walters is my favorite teacher. The class ended when the bell rang. I collected my books and started heading out when Mr. Walters asked me to stay back. Once the classroom cleared, he grabbed his briefcase and told me to follow him.

"Am I in trouble, Sir?"

He smiled down at me and said. "Maybe." We headed down to the office, so I was getting extremely nervous.

When we got to the office Mr. Walters knocked on the principals door and we were told to come in. To my surprise, I saw my parents, brother, the principal, and the Headmaster. For a second, I thought I was going to be sick. Did my parents find out about me going to FSB?

My thoughts were interrupted by the principal saying, "Come in and sit down please, Brian." I sat down next to my mom. "Brian, we have an issue to discuss with you that I am not happy about, but first, I need to make introductions. Mr. and Mrs. Burke, I believe you know Brian's math teacher Mr. Walters."

"Yes, we have met." Mr. Walters said as he came forward to shake my mom and dad's hands. He looked at Donny and shook his hand as well. "Good to see you again, Donny. Donny was in my class a few years ago." He told the group.

"That's nice to know." The principal said. Pointing to the Headmaster, he said, "And this is Headmaster Robinson from the Founders School for Boys in Clayton." Everybody shook hands. "The Headmaster's reason for being here will become apparent shortly. Since the issue was discovered by Mr. Walters, I will let him explain why we are all here today."

"Thank you, Sir. We are here today because we have an issue with Brian. He has been lying to all of his teachers, and this has to stop."

I almost fell out of the chair. I had no idea what he was talking about. I could see my parents were not happy, and my Dad stated, "I can see Brian being in trouble for fighting, or not doing his homework, but my boy is not a liar." I felt so bad, I had no idea what Mr. Walters was talking about, but I had lied about my trip to Clayton.

Mr. Walters raised his hand and said, "Please let me explain. The issue is that Brian is a straight C student. Now that might not seem like a big deal; in fact, you may even think if he tried, he could do better, and you would be almost right. Let me explain how Brian being a straight C student, is a lie."

I don't know how he figured it out, but I knew I was caught. He pulled some sheets of paper out of his briefcase and passed them out to everyone, including me. "What you have in front of you is Donny's last report card. You will notice he has grades from five different classes. He received two A's, a B, and Two C's." He looked at Donny and said, "This is a decent report card, even though you received a C in math and one in Spanish. If you need help with math in the future, I am always available or ask Brian for help."

Everyone looked at me, wondering what Mr. Walters was talking about. "Now, the reason I used Donny's report card was not to embarrass him but to show you how things work. What we do as a school is average the grades out, so that we can identify students that fall short and need help. For example, averaged out makes Donny a B average student, which is excellent, and you should be immensely proud. Turning back to Brian, the odds of Brian being a straight C student are extremely low." He turned to look at me, "Would you like to tell them the odds, Brian?"

The question was rhetorical because he went on before I even thought to answer. "What I am saying is that there is such a thing as a straight-A student; we have many here. There is also such a thing as a straight F student, unfortunately, we have a few of those, but not many. Being a straight C student as Brian has been for the last two years would require Brian to figure out how many questions he has to get right on any given test. The question then becomes, how does a boy getting C's in math accomplish this."

My father interrupted and said, "Really, Mr. Walters, you answered your own question. What you are accusing my son of would be way over his head."

"Exactly what I thought at first, that is why I conducted an experiment. I believe I'm a good teacher and pretty observant. I felt in my heart that Brian was holding back. It's for this reason that I gave my class a quiz a week for two weeks. The first quiz I gave, Brian received the same quiz as the rest of the class. This was a quiz on everything we had studied up to that point."

Pulling out more sheets of paper and passing a copy to each person. "As you will notice, Brian received his usual C. The next week I passed out the same quiz as the week before, only I rearranged the questions. All the students received the same quiz except Brian. I went to another teacher who teaches seventh-grade math and asked her for a quiz from that class; this is the quiz I gave Brian. As a fourth-grader, he should have failed this test, but instead, he received, not to my surprise, a C." Then he passed out a copy of that quiz to everyone.

Donnie took one look at it and looked at me in surprise. "Brian, this is the test Mrs. Price gave to me last week, and I got a B on it. How did you get a C?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what to say. Mr. Walters continued, "Needless to say, I was confused. I could not understand why Brian would manipulate his grades to hide how smart he was. Now, I have seen students who were exceptional at math but failed in other subjects, so I asked his other teachers to give him exams at least a grade or two above what he should know. During exams given to the class, Brian's teachers slipped him exams above what he should know." He passed out more papers to everyone. "As you can see, he received C's on every one of them."

I recognized my handwriting, and I do remember taking these tests, but that was a while ago. How could I have been so stupid to miss this? I should have realized that these were not things we studied in my classes, but to be honest, my classes are so easy I don't pay much attention.

This time my mom spoke up, "So let me get this clear, you brought us in today to tell us that Brian is very smart but acting stupid. You are also telling me that he has been lying to all of us by manipulating his grades so that he never gets over a C in any of his classes. Am I on track so far?"

Mr. Walters looked at me, "Well, Brian, is she right so far?" I was caught, he knew everything, and I had no way out. I nodded my head, yes.

My dad started the interrogation, "Why Brian? Believe it or not, I am not mad; in fact, if I were going to be mad at anyone, it would be me." I looked up, not catching that logic. "You and I have had some serious talks about my sermons and other world related subjects, and you were always able to keep up. I should have put two and two together. What has got me utterly confused is why you would hide who you are like that."

Everyone looked at me for an answer. Tears were rolling down my face, "I didn't want to be smart. I already get teased enough for being small and fat; I didn't want to give them any more to make fun of me."

Donny of course, came to my rescue. "Ok, everyone leave him alone." My brother looked at Mr. Walters and the principal and asked, "I don't understand; why is he in trouble? I can't see where he did anything wrong or anything to hurt anyone."

The principal spoke, "You are right Donny, Brian didn't cheat, influence anyone else, or hurt anyone with his actions. What he did was put us at a disadvantage to help him grow. I guess this would be a good time to turn this over to Headmaster Robinson."

My dad interrupted and looked at the Headmaster. "I am not sure why you are here or what you have to do with any of this?"

"That is a fair question. This has been a lot of information for your family to take in, so I will be brief. Ken… I mean Mr. Walters is a graduate of the Founders School for Boys." I was very shocked by this information. "I have watched him grow from a spoiled boy, to a man that I greatly respect and am proud to call my friend."

I could see how proud he was of Mr. Walters as he continued, "We were having dinner last month when he mentioned Brian to me and what he believed was going on with him. I suggested the test to find out for sure. When he told me what he learned and how bad he felt for him having to hide his intelligence, I asked if I could meet him. If it would be ok with you, Mr. and Mrs. Burke, may I ask Brian a few questions?" My mom and dad agreed to allow it. "Brian, can you please come over here?"

I walked slowly over to him as I would with any stranger, even though I wanted to run to him. Once in front of him, I said, "Yes Sir?"

"Brian, if you were in a place where getting A's were really important, and everyone worked hard for it, do you think you could do it too?"

I forced myself to keep a straight face and think about it. "I guess I would if other kids didn't make fun of me for it."

"I know that would not happen. Now, what if going to this place meant not seeing your parents for a few weeks at a time?"

"Even Donny?" He nodded, yes. "I am not sure I would like that, Sir. I would miss them terribly."

"Tell me something, Brian, how many friends do you have at this school?"

I looked at my mom and dad, then looking to the ground, I said, "I don't have any friends here, Sir. No one here likes me." I heard my mom take a quick breath.

"Why do you think you don't have any friends here?"

"Because I am weird, I like to just sit by myself and read. Also, because I am short and fat."

The Headmaster did not press on after he heard a little crying from my mom. "Brian, How about in your neighborhood? How many friends?"

"None, Sir."

"Ok, Brian, why don't you go back to your seat and let me talk to your parents." I went back to my chair as the Headmaster started to speak. "Mr. and Mrs. Burke, I am not sure how much you know about the Founders School for Boys, but I would like to tell you about it. We boast proudly of having the highest GPA of any school in the country. Our graduates will speak at least three languages, including their own. One hundred percent of our graduates go to college. Twenty of Forbes top one hundred are graduates of FSB."

My dad looked at him, confused, "That's wonderful Mr. Robinson, but what does that have to do with us?"

"Sir, I would like to offer Brian a place at our school."

My mom and dad looked incredibly surprised, "Why, you don't know Brian or how he would ultimately perform at your school. I hear what Mr. Walters is saying, but how do you know that he would be able to keep up with your student body. You are asking us to take a big gamble. You can't take a boy like Brian, put him in a school like that, and then take it away from him if he does not perform to your liking. That would destroy him.

"On top of that, there is the issue of tuition which I could not afford on my salary. Beyond that, I have been offered and accepted a mission from my church out of the country. Thank you for your very pleasant offer, but we will have to decline."

The smile never left the Headmasters face. "I understand your reluctance Sir, but please allow me just to answer your questions." My mom put her hand on my dad's knee, telling him she wanted to hear. My dad nodded yes, and the Headmaster continued.

"We have been educating children for over a hundred years. Once we start, we don't give up and we don't fail. So, unless Brian himself gave up, there is no way that he is not going to a top-rated college. I have faith in Mr. Walters; if he says Brian can do it, he can. That being said, based on what I have heard today, Brian could have given up and become a real issue for you and this school, but he didn't. Instead, he expertly positioned himself in the middle and hid there from other students, parents, and even most of his teachers. That is some serious ingenuity that once harnessed, can be directed toward his future and will make him unstoppable.

"Brian is obviously a highly intelligent boy, but what good is that if he is lonely. He walks around these halls trying to avoid other children. There is so much more to FSB than just school. We will educate him outside of the classroom as well as in. He will become a part of a community of other boys that will love and care about him. That, unfortunately, is something a boy like him can't receive in a normal school environment."

He turned to look at Donny, "Donny, how many friends do you have at this school?"

Donny gave me a sad look, "I have many friends here, Sir."

"Donny, I am also led to understand that you are very into your church as well; how many friends there?"

"I have many friends in the fellowship as well."

Looking back at my parents, "Understand this is not about how Brian was raised; you would have to be wonderful parents to raise two such wonderful and polite boys. This is nothing more than just a difference in personalities. With Donny, he is more outgoing and surer of himself. Where Brian is shy and feels like he is not good enough to have friends, which is ridiculous of course. However, very real to him."

He looked at my dad in the eye and said, "For these reasons, I have no fear of failure with Brian. Now to address your concerns about tuition. I have available a Crossman scholarship that will cover all costs from start to finish. The school uniform is supplied by the school and the scholarship will cover everything else from books to food. As for you being out of the country, that is also not an issue for us. We have students from all over the world and many American parents whose job is out of state or the country. Everyone in that situation can make a schedule for a video call with just an email. Tell us what time you will be available, and your son will be on the call. I hope that answers your concerns."

My mom and dad looked at each other, and my dad said, "You have given us a lot to think about. I am not sure this will work for us, but we will discuss it." Dad looked and the principal and asked, "Would it be ok with you if we took Brian and Donny with us for the day? We have some things to get done?"

"That would be fine," the principal replied.

The Headmaster handed my dad a book and stuck out his hand to shake. "Mr. Burke, this is the FSB handbook and my business card. Please call me if you have any questions. There is a lot that goes into an out of the country parent versus a parent in the same state."

After shaking hands with my father, he shook my mom's hand and then my brother. He got to me and said, "Brian, I know this is a lot to take in; feel free to talk to Mr. Walters and ask him anything." He winked at me when he said it. He then shook hands with me, the Principal, and Mr. Walters, and he was gone.

My dad took us for pictures and then to the county courthouse so that we could all apply for our passports. While we were waiting, I grabbed my dad's hand as asked, "Are you mad at me for doing what I did with my grades?"

"Brian, I am not happy that you didn't feel like you could come to us and tell us what was going on. I feel like I should punish you, but I am at a loss of what to punish you for. You really didn't hurt anyone but yourself, and the only lie was a lie of omission. I just don't think there is really anything to punish you for." I felt a little weight lift from my shoulders, leaving only a million pounds left.

Once we were done with all of that, we went to Denny's for lunch. I really hadn't spoken much since the school because I was so lost in thought. I had been so focused on my desire to attend FSB, that I never thought about the fact that I would be away from my family. I thought about how, when I have a hard time sleeping or get scared during a thunderstorm, I go to Donny's room and crawl into his bed. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel safe and loved; who would make me feel safe if Donny were not there, telling me I would be ok and how much he loved me. I would miss my hugs and kisses in the morning from my parents, I thought I knew what I wanted to do, but now I am not sure.

We hadn't talked about what happened with the Headmaster, and I was not sure how to bring it up. That didn't stop Donny, though, "So dad, what do you think?"

"Think about what?"

"You know what, the huge opportunity that was just offered to Brian."

"There is nothing to think about. We are leaving the country and I am not going to be nine thousand miles away from him."

"I understand. So basically, you lied, and you are selfish."

"Excuse me?"

"You preach that we should always try our best to put ourselves in the other person's shoes and see how they feel. You also preach that we should never ignore an opportunity to help someone achieve greatness. However, here you have chosen not to do either of those things." I was watching this conversation like a ping pong match, back and forth, back, and forth. I have never seen my brother talk to my dad that way before, and by the look on my mom's face, neither had she.

I could tell my dad was not happy about this conversation, "So you, with as close as you and your brother are, you would not have an issue being so far away from him."

"Of course, I would; I would miss him like crazy. This is not about me though. It is about Brian. He and I talked last night, and he asked me a question that I could not answer at the time and still can't answer. He asked me to look at it from his side. The three of us will be talking about the word of God to the people, and he wondered what he was supposed to do; you know he does not believe as we do. We already know from Sunday school that he can't fake it." All of a sudden, both my mom and my brother broke out in laughter. "He did let me know that he will be ok; he will just sit in the corner with his new friend the cockroach."

My dad just stared at my mom and brother, trying to regain their composure. "What are you laughing at? I do not see anything funny about that." I was not laughing, but I did find it funny and smiled.

"You just had to be there. The thing is, dad, no matter how much we want Brian with us, this would be too big an opportunity for him to pass up. Full ride scholarship to one of the best schools in the country. Not letting him go would be selfish to the extreme."

This is where my mom stepped in, "I think it is wonderful that you two are arguing about this before you have asked the person that this will most affect." She reached over and took my hand, "Baby, how do you feel about all this? Do you think that this might you, something you want to explore?"

I was not sure why, but my eyes were watering up. Maybe it was the stress of the whole situation, maybe it was the thought of being nine thousand miles away from my parents, or maybe I was just so close to my dream that I was not sure if I should take that last step.

I got up and climbed into my mom's lap. Yea, I know I am nine years old, and sitting on my mommy's lap in public is not cool, but I am ok with that. I wrapped my arms around her and cried for a minute. I know, again, not cool, and again, I am ok with it. When I finally got control of myself, I looked her in the eyes.

"Mommy, I really like school, and I am sorry for doing that with my grades. If what the Headmaster says is true and I can get good grades without being teased, and even maybe have friends, I would really like to go. I am just not sure that I want to be that far away from you. What do you think I should do, mommy?"

"Baby, I am having the same dilemma as you are. In my mind, I think that you should go and take advantage of this incredible opportunity, but my heart says that I want you near me. I would like to ask you a question, though, about these tests you took. Would that be ok?" I nodded my head, yes. "The math test you took was from your brother's class; how did you know how to do it?"

"Math is really easy for me, most of the time I can just look at the numbers and the answer just comes to me. When Donny is not home, I like to take his math book and see if I can solve the problems, so I guess that's really how I knew those answers. The worst part was watching Donny do his homework, knowing he had the wrong answer and not helping him with it. I felt sad about that."

"What about the other subjects? How did you know those?"

"History was easy. I like to read history books and learn why things are the way they are. I once read that if you don't study history, you are doomed to repeat it. I don't want to repeat the bad stuff, but I guess the elected people don't study history." I giggled a little about that and so did my family and the people at the next table.

I got off my mom's lap to go back to my seat. My Moons Over My Hammy had arrived. After a bit, my dad spoke up, "Brian, I am not going to make any promises, but tonight we will sit down and come up with a list of questions for the Headmaster and call him tomorrow. We only have a week and a half before we are due to leave, so we have to make some quick decisions as well as pack up the house and get everything into storage."

We finished our lunch and headed out; we stopped at U-Haul and picked up a bunch of boxes, bubble wrap, tape, and furniture blankets. We went home and started packing. We did a surprisingly good job, even finding a lot of clothes, furniture, and toys to donate.

We put a piece of paper on the counter so that when one of us thought of a question about the school, we could write it down. Over the rest of the day and evening, the list grew longer and longer. We all sat down before bed and read over the FSB handbook. It was very clear on how the boys would behave in school and out. The dress code my parents thought was a little strange considering the outdated idea of the robes, but I said that it was not a big deal.

My father liked that it was a strict program and the wide range of extracurricular activities offered but gave me a hard look at the zero-tolerance policy for fighting. If he only knew that I had already broken that rule. My brother thought it would be a lot of fun to be around that many kids. Mom liked what she read about the nutritious food, and the ability for the boys to buy snacks from the canteen only using credits they earned from good grades, good behavior, and completed chores.

Saturday found my dad and me in his office going over the last sermon he would give at this church for the next two years. I could tell it made him sad. We also packed up his office so the new minister could move in next week. I could feel my dad's excitement for the upcoming trip. I felt so stressed out, not knowing where I would spend the next two years.

"Son let's sit down and talk for a bit. I am concerned about you going to this school. Don't get me wrong; I know about this schools reputation a what an amazing opportunity this is for you. Not only getting accepted but getting a scholarship as well. If we were not going on this mission, there would be no discussion about you going. Unfortunately, I am not able to back out of my promise to go, and I just can't get my head around leaving you behind. I love you with all my heart and leaving you will truly break it. However, if you decide you want to go and the Headmaster can answer all of our questions, I won't stand in your way."

I walked over to him and gave him a hug and held it for a long time. "Daddy, not being with you, mommy and Donny will break my heart too. This whole thing scares me a lot, but I just don't think that I will be happy on the mission and the school thing; even though it is kind of scary, sounds like it could be a lot of fun. I have never really had a friend except for Donny, and I really want one. So, if the Headmaster answers our question good, do you think I will really be able to go?"

"After the call, the four of us will talk and make a decision, ok?" I nodded my head and gave daddy another big hug.

When we got home, my dad called a family meeting. "There is a lot going on right now with everything that we are about to do. I think we are all feeling the pressure. "I have talked with Brian, and he has decided he wants to go. I guess the first order of business is to call the Headmaster and ask him our questions." My dad pulled the business card out of his wallet, put the phone on speaker and dialed the number.

The phone rang a few times then, "Headmaster Robinson, how can I help you."

"Headmaster, this is Carl Burke, Brian's father. I hope I am not calling too late or interrupting anything."

"Well, Mr. Burke, I am glad you called. No, you are not interrupting anything at all; how can I help you this evening?" We did interrupt something. At that moment, the Headmaster had a twelve-year-old boy between his legs happily licking his balls and sucking his cock.

"Well, Sir, I have you on speakerphone with the family. We have been thinking a lot about your offer, and we have some questions we would like to ask."

"Of course, ask away." Over the next thirty minutes, we asked questions and he answered. My mom was happy to find out that they had a state-of-the-art medical center and a top-notch doctor. The other answers that the Headmaster gave seemed to make everyone feel better.

The final questions my dad asked were the important ones, as far as I was concerned. "Sir, as we explained in the principal's office, we are leaving the country very shortly for a church mission. I understand we are only a few weeks into the start of the first semester, but how soon would we be able to get Brian into your school if we decided that's what we wanted to do?"

"The sooner, the better. We have a lot of testing to get done, physicals, house assignments, books, and uniforms. The sooner he starts, the less he is behind."

"Thank you, Sir; I will let you know as soon as possible what we will be doing." Once dad hung up the phone, we all looked at each other and all felt that our questions were answered.

***

The following Wednesday found us at the Founders School for Boys, in the Headmasters office waiting for him to arrive. About ten minutes later, he walked in. "I am so sorry for the wait, one of our boys had an accident and broke his arm. He is a gymnast, and quite a good one if I do say so myself. Anyway, he decided to do a routine that he was not ready for and without the coach there. He landed badly and broke his arm. I am sorry to tell you that on the first day, but I believe we here at FSB work very hard to keep our boys safe, but things happen, and it's all in the way we handle it that makes us better."

My mom put her arm around me and asked, "Is he going to be ok."

"Of course, he is, he was taken to the medical where he was given something for the pain, x rays were done, his arm was set, and put in a cast. His parents have been notified but work out of the country so they will fly in if he wants them to. Mike is a tough kid, and I doubt once the drugs wear off and he finds out that all of his friends will be lining up to sign his cast that he will want his parents to make the trip. So, here is what we are going to do. I am going to take you three with me on a tour of the school, including medical. While we are doing that, we are going to leave Brian here with my assistant Brad. Brad will get him some information and get him issued his school uniforms." With that, my mom, dad, and brother took off.

Brad stood up, came around his desk, and gave me a hug. "Good to see you again, little man. I knew you would be back."

"Brad, how come I couldn't go on the tour with my family?"

"Because you are a celebrity around these parts, buddy."

"I don't understand."

"Do you remember how after the fight in the dining room, everyone wanted to thank you and pat you on the back?"

"Yea, I remember. I didn't like that very much."

"Things changed a lot around here after that day. Kyle, getting expelled, started this whole thing where kids came in here to talk about Kyle and his friends, as well as a few others. There was a big assembly and the Headmaster let everyone know in no uncertain terms that bullying would stop now and that if he found out about any more bullying going on that the police would be informed so they could deal with it. Letters were sent to the parents making sure that they understood this. Everyone knows it was you that got the bullying stopped, so let me ask you a question. What happens when you are walking down the hall and one of those kids that is no longer being picked on comes up to you and thanks you for it in front of your parents? You know, since you have never been here before today."

I started to feel sick, "Oh my god, things would not go over well with the rents; that's for sure."

He was smiling down at me, "And if that wouldn't be bad enough, what happens if Timmy sees you? Do you think he would walk calmly past you or run screaming down the hall giving you a big hug when he got to you?"

The thought of Timmy running down the hall yelling Brian made me laugh. But the thought of my family's faces made me laugh harder.

"Ok, Brian, let's get you your uniforms." Brad led me over to a room on the other side of the office. He opened the door and turned on the light. "Ok, kid, strip."

I took off all of my clothes and put them in a laundry bag that he gave me. Then he handed me a pair of tan shorts, a white shirt, black socks, and black shoes. I looked up at him and said, "I don't understand; I thought Cboys went naked under our robes."

"We are, but what are the chances your mom or your brother won't look under your robe?"

"I didn't think about that. I bet my mom will, for sure."

"Of course, she will. She's a mom, and they all do that. The boys in the other houses all have fourteen pairs of shirts, shorts, socks, and underwear. You won't have any underwear because we have no need of them. You will have only three uniforms in case you have a visitor, or we go on any kind of outing with people from the other houses. You will have fourteen pairs of socks, though."

I got dressed and pulled on my robe and looked in the mirror. I have to say, for someone who doesn't like his looks, I look good. We went out into the office and Brad started going over paperwork, like my copy of the handbook, this week's menu, and my house assignment. "Ok, here is your copy of the Crossman House rules and the name of your big brother."

"That's silly; I know my big brother's name, it's Donny."

He laughed and said, "No goofball. In the house, all of you little guys are paired up with one of us older guys, and he is called your big brother. He is the guy that will help you understand "all" of the House rules, how you will act around the men in this school and the ones that you go see. He will go over this and make sure you are still on board."

I looked at him a little nervous and said, "I understand, and I am on board."

"Good boy." He said as he messed up my hair. Just then, my family came back with the Headmaster. I noticed Brad stack up my papers but put the house rules in his top drawer.

I ran over to my mom, "Look mommy, at my pretty robe." She felt it and then pulled up the bottom of the robe to look underneath. I could not help but start laughing, which caused Brad to start laughing.

My brother came over and said, "What's so funny, are you naked under there?" He lifted up my robe, and I started laughing so hard I thought I was going to pee.

Brad said, "I am sorry, Mrs. Burke, I bet him his cholate milk at dinner that you would look under his robe, and then I bet him his brother would do the same. I can't think of anyone's mother who hasn't done it. Donny was the wildcard." I finally got control of my laughter and wiped the tears from my eyes.

I looked at Brad and said, "Ok, buster, you won that round, but I will get you back."

Brad just laughed and said, "No, you won't, you're too short." That got me laughing again.

Then I looked at Brad and said, "Brad, I want you to meet the best big brother in the whole world, and my best friend, Donny."

Brad reached out his hand and shook Donny's. "It's really good to meet you, Donny; he has not stopped talking about you. You know you are going to make this really hard on us."

Donny looked confused. "I am not sure I understand."

"All the boys that come here will go through a period of missing their mom and dad. I have gotten really good at helping them through it. Rarely have I seen a boy as in love with his brother as Brian is. Getting him past the missing you part will be the hardest."

I could see a tear forming in Donny's eyes. "It won't be any harder on you than it will be for my parents dealing with me. Since the day he was born, I have loved that kid, and the thought of being without him for two years is killing me. It helps to know what a great opportunity this is for him and how miserable he would be where we are going." That's when I started crying too and ran into Donny's arms.

The Headmaster came up to us and said, "Donny, I can't even imagine how hard this will be on you but know that we will take care of him and keep him safe for you. I will give your parents a website to log onto where you can talk and see him. Your parents just have to log on and let us know what time you want the call to be, and I will make sure he is there for you. I hope that helps a little bit." The Headmaster put his hand on Donny's back and led us all into the office.

I could see how hard this was on my family; it was not any easier on me. My dad was the first to get himself together enough to speak. "As you can see, Headmaster, this is tough for us. I am happy about the video calls, but not being able to hug and kiss him every day is the hardest part of this whole deal. Ok, you said you have some paperwork for us to sign."

"Yes, of course, there is a lot of legal stuff we need to go over. Boys, can I get you two to go wait out there with Brad while we go over this boring stuff?" We both nodded and left the office, closing the door behind us.

We were sitting at Brad's desk when a boy that looked like he was sixteen or so entered the office and came up to us. I recognized him right away but tried to act as I had never seen him before. Brad stood and said, "Hey Tyler, about time."

"Sorry, bud, Mr. Wallace held me back for a quick conference after class."

"I'll let it go this time," Brad said with a smile. "Tyler, I would like you to meet your new little brother Brian, and his super cool older brother Donny."

Tyler leaned in and shook my hand and then sat down next to Donny and shook his hand. "Donny, I have been told how close you are to Brian. I imagine you are a very protective brother. I also understand that your family will be out of the country for two years, right? Donny nodded, yes. "So, let me explain what my role will be in your brother's life for the next two years. My role is not to take your place, which could never happen anyways. It will be my privilege to be there for Brian for anything he may need. That could be to help him with homework, as someone to talk to when he needs a big brother type, or a shoulder to cry on when he is missing you and your parents. Believe me, my shoulder will be awful wet for a while."

I felt kind of embarrassed about him talking that way about me. "I'm not a baby, you know Tyler," I said, kinda mad.

"No, I didn't think you were Brian, and I will take it all back if you tell me that you will not miss your brother so much that it will make you very sad."

I looked at Donny with tears in my eyes; I threw my arms around him and said, "I will miss you so much Donny, I don't want you to go. Maybe the Headmaster could let you go to school here with me." I knew that was not going to happen, but the thought and saying it made me feel better.

Donny hugged me tight, "You know I can't do that; I have made a commitment to dad and the church, this is your thing, and I think you will do great things here. My thing is the mission, and I am going to do great things there. I won't lie, I was hoping when we got here that we would find this to be a horrible place and we would take you with us after all, but it isn't. Now after meeting Tyler, I know my best friend and the holder of my heart will be taken care of and kept safe for me."

I saw a little tear in both Tyler and Brad's eyes. Tyler cleared his throat and said, "I promise Donny, I will protect him and keep him safe. Is there anything I should know?

Donny spoke right up, "Yes, there is. Thunder really scares him something fierce. I am not sure if he will let himself be scared in front of the other guys, but he always comes to my bed and crawls in with me. I know he is scared because he is always shaking so bad."

I looked over at Tyler, expecting him to be laughing at me, but he wasn't. "That is one of my many responsibilities towards Brian, and I take my responsibilities very seriously. Brian, you should never be afraid or embarrassed to come to me when you are scared, even in the middle of the night. Donny again, you have my word that he will be ok."

Donny looked at Tyler with a hard look I have not seen very often. "Tyler, I am not one that condones violence or threatens people, but I will make you this promise, if anything happens to my little brother, it will be you that I will come after. Have no doubt that I mean what I am saying; I will make you pay."

"Fair enough, I am not worried about it, though, because as of now and with your permission, Brian will be my little brother and I will protect him with my life. In addition to that, Cboys stick together, so whatever Brian needs, he will have over a hundred other brothers that will be there for him. Are we good?"

Donny looked at me and then turned to Tyler and said, "Yes, we are good, and I turn my brother over to you, but only while I am gone, then he's all mine again."

Tyler held out his hand and Donny shook it, "You have a deal, Donny, but what happens if it turns out I like the kid and want to keep him?" He asked with a smile.

Donny laughed and said, "Then we are back to fighting again. I do have a question though, what's a Cboy?"

"Oh, sorry. That is a Crossman boy; it's a nickname that the regulars came up with."

"Regulars?"

"Yea, you know what a Crossman is, right?"

"Yes, we read all about them in the book the Headmaster gave us."

"Then you know that this school was built for Crossman boys to be educated in ways that were not being taught at other schools. When they decided to open the door to outsiders, the regulars did anything to get in here."

"So, Brian will actually be a Crossman? He hates religion; that's why he is not coming with us."

"We are a religion in the loosest terms of that word. We are more of a community than a religion. I think we are a little tighter knit than most religious groups."

"Ok, I think I understand." Donny looked at me and asked. "Are you sure about this?"

I looked at Donny and Tyler, "Donny, I promise that when you come for me, I won't let him keep me. You will always be my big brother and best friend. I love you more than I can count, and as you know, I am really good at math." I giggled at that.

Donny said, "Oh, now you show off your math skills." He started tickling me and looked over at Tyler. "I expect you to keep up on his tickle torture; he needs it a lot."

I was laughing so hard, and we heard the Headmasters door open. Donny stopped and I tried to compose myself. I looked at Tyler and said, "I don't need tickle torture."

Laughing Tyler said, "That's what your brother told me needs to happen, so it's out of my hands now."

The Headmaster called me, Donny, and Tyler into his office. I was the first one in and I saw my mom had been crying. I went to her and climbed into her lap, "What's wrong, mommy? Please don't cry."

She wiped her eyes and said, "It's ok baby. I had to sign a bunch of papers that made me realize how much I will miss you."

I hugged her tight and said, "I will miss you so much too, so I have to get my hugs in now," I laughed and hugged her again.

The Headmaster spoke up, "Mr. and Mrs. Burke, I would like you to meet Tyler. He has volunteered to act as Brian's big brother until Donny returns to him." They all shook hands. "Tyler will be there to hold Brian accountable for things outside the classroom. He will make sure that Brian is doing his homework and helping when he needs it. He will also make sure that Brian is taking his showers, brushing his teeth, and doing the chores that his schedule requires."

He pulled out a piece of paper from his desk, "Here is what a schedule looks like. This is not Brian's, but it will be similar. This has the boys class schedule and extra-curricular activities that he signed up for, and of course, chores that he will be required to perform in his House."

Donny was the first to speak up, "You mean he is going to have to clean toilets, showers, and mop floors?"

"Of course," Tyler said. "Some of the parents tried to hire people to come in and clean the other houses, but the house rules forbid that."

My parents look a little confused. The Headmaster went on, "The children in the other houses, coming from wealthy families, are generally spoiled, so coming here is a big wake up call. We are not their mothers or, in this case, maids. As we talked about the other day, in a boarding school, education has to extend further than just the classroom. Maybe these boys will have maids and butlers when they leave here, but it is our duty to make them as self-sufficient as possible."

He went on to say, "I have boys that come in here at thirteen and have never made a bed or cleaned a toilet. Let's just say that there is a lot of whining at first when they find out beds are made every morning, and chores like cleaning the toilets are a requirement. I have even expelled boys for failure to do the simple chores required of them. Their parents won't help enforce the rules and their children are removed. Brian is going into the Crossman house, where even though they are wealthy families, these boys were raised in homes where they have had to do chores since they could walk, so there are never any issues in that house."

My mom was nodding her head, "Both my boys know how to make a bed and clean toilets, I can promise you that. They are also required to do chores in the house on a regular basis. You won't have any problems with Brian doing chores."

"I am sure I won't. So, let's move on to signing the rest of the paperwork. This is the contract you all need to sign. This tells about our zero-tolerance policies, as well as the rules you have read in the handbook. Read this over and ask any questions you have, then I will need you all to sign at the bottom."

Donny asked, "Why do I need to sign; I am not going here or his parent?"

"That is true, Donny, and I mean no disrespect to your parents, but you are just as important to him as they are. If Brian decides to break a rule, not only is he letting his parents down, but he is letting you down. I think that would hurt him just as much, if not more."

Donny said, "I get it, but Brian has been in a few fights at his old school. If someone starts really picking on him, he will fight back."

Tyler stood up to look right at Donny. "I hear what you are saying, and we know about the fights. Bulling is something we take very seriously, which is why it is listed as zero-tolerance. In addition, we as his brothers will be there to keep that from happening."

Donny Looked at me, "I love you little brother, don't let me down." With that said, we all signed the contracts.

Now was the hardest part, saying goodbye. Let's just say there was a lot of crying, hugging, and kissing. Then with one last wave, my family was gone, and I would not be able to see them in person again for two years. I was crying hard at this point, and Tyler picked me up and hugged me as I followed through with making his shoulder soaking wet.

Once I gained control of myself, Tyler put me down and reached out and took my hand, "We have some time before lunch; let's take a quick tour of the school. After lunch, we will go to the house, get you unpacked and go over what you need to know about your new life."

The Headmaster agreed and added, "Brian, after lunch, you still have a punishment coming, you understand that, right?

"Yes, Sir, I understand."

"Ok, then boys, on your way, and don't be late for lunch."

Chapter 6
Taking The Tour

We were just getting ready to leave the office when Brad yelled out, "Tyler, I need him back here."

Tyler and I turned around and went back to Brad's desk. Tyler asked, "What is it man, I am short on time?"

"Sorry dude, I have to have his fingerprint, or he is sleeping in the Quad tonight." I was not sure what they were talking about, then Brad put this black thing in front of me. "Give me your right-hand, Brian." I held out my hand and he turned it palm down. He then took hold of my index finger and pushed it down on the black thing. On his computer screen, I saw my fingerprint show up.

"Ok, that's all I needed; you guys can go now."

"Ok Brian, here we go," Tyler said as we walked out of the office, down the hall, and out into the Quad. We went over to the building marked Gymnasium and went inside. The entry door led us to a long hall where Tyler started the tour.

"Along this hall there are seven doors. The first six are entries into the locker rooms, one for each house. The first door with the Crossman House sign above it is really the only door you need to worry about. The next five are for the other five houses, and the very last one is direct access to the gym. Use that door if you are just coming to see a game, like basketball."

"I think I am safe there; I am not really into sports."

"That's ok; other things happen in there too. We also have pep-rallies where we see how loud we can cheer for one of our teams. You may not be into the sport itself, but the rallies are lots of fun." Looking at the Crossman locker room door, he said, "As you can see, there is a fingerprint reader on the side of the door leading into our locker room. Put your finger on the pad."

I did as he said and heard a buzz. Tyler grabbed the door to open it. "That is cool. Will my fingerprint work on all the doors?"

"Nope, only on the Crossman doors. Let's go in."

We went through the door and right in front of us was a wall; we turned right for a few steps and we were in the locker room. "As you can see, there are two benches down the center, and along the walls, there are five closets on each side."

He opened one of the closets and inside was a backpack, robe, socks, and shoes. "Most of the time, you will have your own locker. Unless something big is happening, then you may have to share. The regular schedule is set up so that no more than ten boys from each house are having gym at the same time."

"Do we do gym class naked?" I ask nervously.

"No, why would you think that?"

"Because if this boy's robe, shoes, and socks are in this locker, then he is naked, isn't he?"

Tyler laughed; he has really cute dimples by the way, "No, I am sorry, I did not clearly explain this to you. You are always naked in the house and never wear anything under your robe unless you have a visitor or going on a field trip. However, you will find in the closet in your room, three shirts, three shorts, three sweatpants, two swimming suits, tennis shoes, white socks, and a jock with a cup for gym. You pack your backpack based on what you will be doing, which will be on your schedule."

"Umm… Tyler, can I ask you something that I have been wondering about? No… never mind, it's stupid."

Tyler sat down on the bench so he could look me in the eye, "Brian, you can ask me anything. I will answer all your questions, whatever they are."

Nervously and looking at the ground, I asked, "Don't you ever worry about one of the Regulars finding out that you are naked under your robe?"

"Good question; let me put your mind to rest. The Regulars know we are naked under our robes. It would be hard keeping that a secret when we are part of FSB community. For example, you are playing Frisbee with a boy from Cartwright House, and you jump for it, there is a good chance that your robe will come up."

"Really, they don't make fun of us?"

Smiling, "No, you have to remember this is a Crossman school first, and the regulars are invited guests. Would you go into someone's house and make fun of them?"

"No, of course not."

"Right, so they respect our beliefs just like we respect theirs. We have Christians, Jewish, Muslim, and even a few Buddhist people here. One of the most important teachings we have as a Crossman is to respect others. We do not judge people by the color of their skin, religious beliefs, or sexual orientation. We judge them by how they present themselves to us. Many boys have been removed from this school because of their inability to do the same. However, because this school was founded on these beliefs, that is how we, as the FSB community are expected to behave."

"I think that is cool and will be easy for me. That is the way I was brought up as well."

"In the assembly at the start of every semester, the Crossman beliefs are explained to every boy at the school, with the exception of the sex we have with men. They are told that clothes are not part of the Crossman way and that sex, including masturbation is not permitted until marriage. That is true on the boys' part when men are not involved. You would also be surprised how many Regulars are naked under their robe. The clothing requirement for Regulars only states the type and maximum amount of clothing they can wear."

"Wow, that is a load off my mind. I have just one more question, why are there are no locks on the closets?"

"We are FSB; we have a code of conduct, we don't steal, Brian. Other than family photos and some other personal stuff, we all have the same things. We will go into that more after lunch when we go to the House."

"I am sorry, Tyler; please don't be mad at me. At my school, we have locks on everything."

"I'm not mad Brian, just not used to questions like that. Your old school and the issues you had there don't exist here. Let all that go and accept that this is a better place for you," he said, smiling. He gave me a hug and stood.

"I know it is, but it will take a little bit to get used to."

We walked a little further into the room and ended up in a big bathroom. Tyler said, "This is obviously the bathroom and shower room. You will be required to take a shower after gym, no exceptions."

The bathroom was big, but there were no stalls around the toilets; they just sat there in the open. "Tyler, how come there are no stalls around the toilets?

"Why would you need them? All the Cboys know what you look like and the men here like us visible when they come in."

To the left of the showers and bathroom was a hall that led to another door. Tyler led me through it into yet another hall. He pointed to the left and said, "Through that door on the end is the gym. Through this door is the pool."

We walked through the door and into this amazing indoor pool area. The pool was huge and had diving boards way up in the air. Tyler continued, "This is an Olympic size pool, we are ranked number two in the country in swimming competitions, but I think we will be number one this year. Matthew, in Decker House is amazing. I have never seen anyone glide across the pool as he does. We have four diving boards. Just a regular three-footer [1m], then the competition boards are five meters [16 ft], seven point five meters [25ft], and ten meters [33ft]."

"How do you know so much about it?"

"I am on the diving team. I am good at it and have won some competitions, but probably not good enough for the Olympics."

"Will I be able to watch you dive?"

"Of course, I would love to have you there. Let's finish this up so we can go to lunch."

We walked back into the hall and turned left towards another door. We went through that and to the outside. We followed the path a little bit till we came to the school's stadium. It was big, and Tyler said it could hold fifteen thousand people.

We walked through a door and landed upon the field. The field is set up so that they can play baseball, football, or soccer. There was football practice going on one side of the field, and soccer practice was happening on the other side. They all looked like they were working hard and having fun. Some whistles blew and all the kids started heading our way.

"Ok kid, it's getting to be lunchtime, but I think we still have enough time to see the auditorium." We left the gym and headed over to the next building. We went through the outer doors, through a lobby, and into an auditorium that was at least twice as big as the one in my old school.

On the stage were some kids reading lines and a cool set behind them.

"Tyler, are they going to put on a show?"

"Yes, there is one big show each semester. This show will be Death of a Salesman. Do you think that might be something you would be interested in?"

"No, it really looks fun, but I would be too be scared to get up on stage before a bunch of people."

"You can't let fear drive your life. If this is something you might be interested in, go for it, and have fun with it."

Just then, the bell rang and all the kids on stage were heading our direction. Tyler put his hand on my back to guide me out the door. We headed across the Quad to the dining room. Before we got all the way to the dining room, Tyler stopped me.

"Brian we may have a problem in the dining room."

I was worried that maybe Kyle's friends were going to come after me. "What's wrong, are there going to be problems because of Kyle?"

Tyler laughed, "No, you may not know this, but you have a lot of friends in there. Guys that Kyle tormented, it turned out to be a lot worse than we thought. So, anyway, the issue you are going to be having is… I am just not sure how to tell you. Brad and I realized it while you were in signing your contracts."

I could tell he was just teasing me, but I didn't know if that was good or bad. "Come on Tyler you are scaring me. Just tell me already."

He smiled and said, "Ok, so the only ones who knew you were coming today is staff members, Brad, and me."

"So, what' wrong with that."

I could not understand why he was dragging this out. "Well, the issue is that we never told Timmy that you would be here today."

"Doesn't he want me to come here anymore?"

"No, that is not it at all. When you walk into that dining room and Timmy sees you, he is going to go crazy. He has not stopped talking about you since you left."

I laughed, "So what you are telling me is that I am about to be really embarrassed when I go through that door?"

"What I would recommend to you is that when you hear your name screamed over the crowd, you get a good stance so that he does not knock you to the ground when he gets to you." At this point, Tyler and I were laughing so hard. "Do you like me?"

Trying to control my laughter. "Of course, I do, why you ask."

"Well, Brad and I have a bet going. I said that you would not be knocked down. Brad said that you would. Don't let me down little brother."

Still laughing a little, we made our way to the dining room. We went through the doors together and I looked over to where we sat when I was here last time. I saw Timmy facing away from me and guess whom he was talking to? You got it, good old Brad. Brad looked Tyler straight in the eyes and pointed at me. Timmy turned around and looked in the direction Brad was pointing. It took Timmy a minute to see me, and then all hell broke loose.

Timmy screamed, "BBRRIIAAN!!!!" Then he ran at me full throttle. I braced myself and then noticed everybody looking at Timmy and then looking at me. He hit me hard and wrapped me in a big hug. As hard as I tried, I could not stay standing. I heard Brad whooping it up as I hit the ground.

Tyler looked down at me and said, "You cost me my cake from lunch, but I forgive you." He said, smiling. He pulled Timmy off me so I could get up.

Tyler said, "Timmy, go back over to the table and let Brian and I get our lunch."

"Ok Tyler, sorry I knocked you over, Brian. I was just so excited to see you."

"It's ok; I will come to sit with you once I grab my lunch."

Timmy went back to the table but never took his eyes off me. Tyler and I got in line on the Crossman side. I grabbed a tray and silverware wrapped in a cloth napkin. Today I had a hamburger, with fries, corn, and a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. When I got to the end, the man put one of those cups with the lid on it, on the tray and winked at me.

We headed to the table and Timmy had me sit in the same seat I sat in the last time I was here. Tyler sat across from me, Paul was next to him, and Brendon was on the other side of Timmy. Before I could take my seat, Brenden was up, coming over to me. He wrapped me in a hug and said, "I am happy you are back Brian, but if it would not be too much to ask, can you try to get through lunch without elbowing someone in the balls?" He said, laughing.

Giggling, I said, "You are asking a lot, but I will try." I took my place, and when Tyler looked the other way, I slipped my cake on his tray.

Tyler saw me just as I pulled my hand back. He gave me a big smile; did I mention he has these incredible dimples? He put the cake back on my tray and said, "I guess you could say that the bet was just an expression. Crossman don't gamble, but thanks for looking out for me."

I looked over and saw that Timmy had already finished the golden water. I was looking at the cup when Tyler said, "By next week, you will be sipping it to enjoy the flavor. Till then, just drink it down fast and move on.

I pulled the lid off, and it smelt awful. I took a deep breath and drank it all down. It tasted bad, but I dealt with it. As I ate, we talked about all kinds of things like classes and favorite teachers. I told them about my old school, and how I didn't have any friends.

Timmy put his arm around my shoulder, "Now you not only have friends, but you have lots of brothers." I got somewhat sad and Paul asked, "Brian, what's wrong, buddy? You can talk to us."

I was mad at myself because I could see and feel the tears filling up my eyes. "I have never had friends before, so I am really happy about that. When Timmy said I had all of these brothers, I just realized how much I miss my brother Donny already, and it had been less than an hour. Did I make the right decision staying behind? I don't know how I can go two full years without seeing him."

Tyler came over and wrapped me in a hug. "Brian, we are all here for you. It is going to be hard at first, but we will be there for hugs, advice, and to yell at you if that is what you need." He grabbed my napkin and wiped my eyes. I felt so embarrassed when I saw kids from other tables looking at me.

A boy from the next table over and a different house came over and said, "I am sorry for listening in on your conversation. My name is Winston, and I was where you were last year. My sister and I are twins, and I miss her so much every day. She is going to a girl's boarding school in another state and we hardly ever see each other. It really sucks and it took a lot of work and support from the brothers in my house, but now I can go through almost a whole week without it hurting so badly. Just lean on your new brothers and write a lot of letters."

I started panicking, "But I don't know how to mail them. I am not sure where they will be." Looking at Tyler, I said, "I know they don't leave till tomorrow. Can I change my mind and go with them, you think?"

Tyler said, "I doubt it; they would have to buy another ticket and pack you differently than you have here. You said all of your stuff was in storage; how will you get to it? Most importantly is how mad will Donny be if you give up your chance here? As far as writing them goes, the Headmaster has all that information. All you have to do is write it, put it in an envelope, and give it to Brad. He will make sure that it gets where it needs to go."

Many things were running through my mind. I looked over at Timmy and he was crying. I asked. "What's wrong, Timmy?"

He looked so sad, "You said you would be my best friend; I have waited over two weeks for you to get here and now you want to leave." He turned to Brendon, buried his face in Brendon's chest, and cried.

I felt so bad, "Timmy, Tyler is right; it's too late to go with them. I am sorry I made you sad. I really want to be your best friend, really. Please give me another chance."

Timmy turned and looked at me, "Really, you are going to stay and be my best friend? You gotta promise not to change your mind again."

"I promise, Tyler's right; Donny would kick my butt if I left here. Sorry everyone, for being such a baby."

Brendon said, "Don't worry about it; we have all been there. You are not alone. Every boy in this school, whether they admit it or not, miss their families. You will be ok, brother."

Tyler said something to make everyone laugh and brought us out of our funk. We ate lunch and of course, it was wonderful. Once the guys came out of the kitchen to collect the dishes, kids from other tables came over to me. All thanking me for getting rid of Kyle. Once everyone cleared away, a little boy who I could tell was really shy, blond hair, blue eyes, really skinny, maybe eight or nine said, "Excuse me Brian, would it be ok if I talked to you?"

"Sure, I guess. What's up?" I couldn't figure out what was going on, but he had tears in his eyes.

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me."

I was confused, "I don't understand; when did I help you?"

"When you beat up Kyle." He showed me his wrists, which had cuts across them with what looked like stitches. I couldn't quite understand what I was seeing.

Brad saw what was happening and came over. He got on his knees in front of the boy, "Owen, are you sure you want to talk about it?"

He looked so sad, "Yes, I am sure."

"Ok, do you want me to explain it a little first?" The boy nodded. "Brian, this is Owen, he just turned nine the other day. His mom is not a nice person and his dad is… away. When Kyle started hurting him, he felt like he had no one who cared enough about him to go to for help. His big brother in his house found him in the shower with his wrists cut." I was surprised to say the least. "We had no idea why, and he would not say a word. He would not eat so he was in medical being fed through a tube in his nose.

Owen took over from there. "I was in Kyle's house, and he did things to me and told me if I told anyone he would kill me. I was so scared; I thought the only way out was to kill myself, so I cut my wrists so I would die."

An older boy came up behind Owen and took over. "When I found Owen in the shower room and all that blood, I grabbed some towels and wrapped his wrist and carried him over to medical. This was the same day and about the same time that you were beating up Kyle. It took about a week before he would even respond to me. He finally told me what Kyle was doing to him. I was so angry with myself. How could I have missed this; it was my job to look after him and I failed. The anger was so deep that I was ready to hunt that jerk down and beat him to death. I knew Kyle was a jerk, but I never knew how he was torturing some of the other boys."

Owen took a deep breath and went on. "This is Bobby; he is my big brother. When he told me what happened between you and Kyle, and that you were like the same size as I am, I told him everything."

I could not believe what I am hearing. This is terrible; what kind of person is that mean to someone half their size. "I am so sorry that happened to you. I am still not sure why you are thanking me, though."

"Because if you would not have beat up Kyle, and got him kicked out of the school, I would have found a way to finish what I started and killed myself. Once I found out that Kyle was gone, I was able to tell Bobby what he did without the fear of Kyle hurting me anymore. As soon as the house found out, they all came to visit me and told me that they would never let anything happen to me again. So, thank you for freeing me" He came up to me and gave me a big hug and kept saying, "Thank you for saving me," in my ear.

I hugged him back, "You are welcome. If anyone tries to mess with you again, you tell me, and I will I kick their butt."

He backed off and smiled. He waved as Bobby led him back to his own table. I looked at Tyler and Brad. Brad said, "When the Headmaster heard about it, he hit the roof. I have never seen him so mad. He called the police and they sent a nice woman officer to talk to Owen. Kyle was arrested and I guess his dad refused to post bail."

"Wow, he was a really bad guy. Now I am mad at Brendon and Paul."

Paul looked surprised, "Why are you mad at us?"

"Because you pulled me off of him. I should have blackened both of his eyes." I was mad; how could someone do that to a sweet guy like Owen?

Tyler said, "Well, let's put that behind us and look ahead." The bell rang and we all left the dining room. Everybody else went to class, me and Tyler to my new home.

Tyler and I walked into the Crossman House and into a lobby area. It was not very big but had some tables, couches, and rooms off to one side. Tyler said, "This is the meeting area. This is where you can spend time with family, friends from the outside, or guys from other houses. The bathrooms are through those doors, and the other three rooms are for you to hang out with your family if you guys want some privacy."

"I guess I don't have to worry about that, my family won't be visiting me for two years."

Tyler got down on one knee, "Brian, you have to stop feeling sorry for yourself, or you are going to be miserable here. It's only two years; that time will pass before you know it."

"Ok, Tyler, I will try."

"Good to hear. So, this is the only place in this House that you will ever wear clothes while hanging out. If you make a friend from another house and want to hang out, this is where you can do it, or at his house."

He led me to a door and had me put my finger on the black thingy again. The door buzzed and I pulled it open and went inside. As we rounded the corner, I saw a big beautiful kitchen, lots of couches, and reclining chairs. It kind of looked like one of those fancy homes on TV.

"This is where we hang out if we are doing a special house-only thing. Like birthdays, graduation, and other events that we are doing as Crossman."

I was overwhelmed with how beautiful, huge, and homey it was. Noticing a table that ran the length of the room, "I have never seen a table that big."

Tyler laughed, "Yea, I know what you mean. They have updated this place every five years. This is definitely not what this place looked like when it was built. However, that table and the benches on each side are over a hundred years old; do you see all the beautiful carvings in it? This table was crafted by hand, and I was told that it took almost a whole year to complete. The benches are made from big trees cut in half and the bark removed."

"WOW, that's amazing!"

Tyler got us back on track by continuing the tour. "You see the chairs against that wall?" I nodded yes. "This is where you will remove your clothes. You are not permitted to wear clothes anywhere in the house, except in the outer lobby."

Tyler reached over, grabbed the shoulders of my robe, and lifted up. I raised my arms and it was off. I took off my shirt, shorts, shoes, and socks. When I looked up again, Tyler was standing there naked. He was skinny, but not like bone skinny. He has shiny brown hair that was longer and went down to his shoulders. He has the brightest brown eyes I have ever seen, oh yea, did I mention the dimples? I thought, giggling in my head. Two things about his body really surprised me. The first was that he had zero body hair. He has the hair on his head, eyebrows, and lashes, that's it. The second thing was this plastic tube wrapped around his junk.

I guess he saw me looking at him and asked, "Well, Brian, what do you think?"

I didn't know where to start. "You are so handsome; I would love to look like you. Why don't you have any hair on your body, and what is that on your cock?"

He laughed a little and then answered my questions. "You see Brian, until you are eighteen, and depending on the family, we are considered boys, not men. Body hair is manly; Crossman boys and girls use a special soap that keeps our bodies hairless. We still inspect each other to help in removing any hair that sneaks in," he said with smile. OMG those dimples.

"Ok, I understand I guess."

"The next thing is that boys don't have cocks, they have dicks, because the only thing that a boy can do with it is piss. I am wearing a dick control unit. You see when you get older you find out that playing with it feels good. Only a Cboy is not allowed to do that until he is eighteen in some cases, in other, not until he is married."

"That's a long time, it doesn't seem fair. I heard at school in a health class that boys need to ejaculate, or they get something called blue balls, I think they called it."

"I guess that's right, but I cum sometimes twice a day."

"How, if you can't touch it?"

"I almost always cum when a man's cock is in my cunt. If I get lucky and get the right man, I can orgasm so hard that I feel like my balls are going to shoot out my pee hole."

I was smiling ear to ear. "I understand now, an anal orgasm."

He looked surprised, "Brian, how do you know about anal orgasms?"

"When I had my physical exam here, I was sucking on the Headmaster's cock and the Doctor was doing something in my cunt. All of a sudden, my whole body shook, and I thought I was going to die, but what a way to go. I blacked out for five minutes, it was amazing."

Tyler laughed, "I know right, they are the best, but I would not get as much pleasure if I came by hand. That is why all Cboys twelve and up are caged."

He put his hand on my back and said, "What do you say we head upstairs? This building has three floors. I recommend you use the stairs, but the elevator is there if you need it. To access the elevator or the stairs from the ground floor, you will need a fingerprint. Collect your clothes and we will take the elevator this time." We got into the elevator and Tyler pushed the button for the third floor.

When the doors opened again, Tyler continued, "The top floor is the sleeping floor. There are twenty-seven rooms with four beds in each." We headed down a hall with rooms on each side. About halfway down the hall, Tyler turned into a room on the right side.

"This is our room. The big bed against the far wall is mine, then Tristen, then you, and last but not least, your best friend Timmy."

I got very excited, "Timmy is going to be in the same room?" I started dancing around.

Tyler was laughing, "Calm down boy. Yes, Timmy is in the same room. All three of you are my little bothers so you are in here with me. I had another little bro named Robert, but Timmy was making such a fuss that Robert volunteered to move in with Greg."

I stopped dancing. "That's not fair that he had to leave here just because of me."

"Actually, it is ok, Greg is on varsity basketball, and Robert wanted to join his room because they all like to play ball together, and Greg can help them with that."

"Ok, I just don't want Robert to be mad at me is all."

"You are fine; this is your closet and drawers. All of the clothes you will need are in there. I need to go get your schedule, so you unpack your stuff and I will be back shortly."

Tyler left and I looked around the room. All the beds were along one wall and had headboards with cubbies in them. There are nightstands between each bed; Tyler's bed has one on each side. There is a lamp, and a clock on each nightstand and they all had pictures and other personal things, except the one to the right of my bed. The bed was made and looked comfortable. My suitcase was on it, so I figured I better get it unpacked before Tyler gets back.

I opened the case and felt like crying again. On top of everything, my mom had packed pictures of the family, with a note saying, "Don't forget us." I felt tears fall down my face, but I put the pictures on my nightstand and headboard. I opened the closet to see all the beautiful robes and a backpack. I put all the clothes away that I brought with me, hung up and folded the clothes I wore as well as my uniform clothes and robe.

Tyler returned to find me sitting on my bed, not really crying, but sad enough, the occasional tear rolled down my cheek. He sat next to me and put his arm around me.

"Did you know those pictures were in your bag?" I shook my head no. "Parents like yours who won't see their kids for a while always do that. Long term, it is nice to have them where you can see them. However, opening that suitcase to find those is tough. I see it every year."

I looked at him and said, "Thank you, Tyler, I am already missing Donny, but at least I still have a big brother here to help me." I hugged him and dried my face with a towel that was on the bed.

Tyler opened a folder and spread everything out on my bed. We got on our knees beside it so we could see everything. "Here is everything you will need here. First, we have the house rules. You need to memorize them and understand that these rules are not recommendations or up for debate. Here in this school, men are in charge. If you are told to do something, don't question it, or think about it, just do it. This will be hard for you at the beginning; the rest of us grew up this way."

"Am I the only boy to come in here that is not a Crossman?"

"Oh no, not by a long shot. There is one boy who you already met named Paul who was twelve when he started here. His mom met a Crossman and they fell in love, but the only way he would marry her is if they followed the Crossman way. She understood it but Paul was not happy at first, because he considered himself some tough guy at his school. His new, soon to be, daddy took him to a Crossman retreat for two weeks. After they returned, the man became Paul's new daddy two weeks later. After some attitude adjustment, he became a great kid, everyone loves him, and he is even on the honor roll."

Opening the House Rule book, Tyler asked, "Do you understand what is expected of you here?" I nodded yes and he went on. "So, you understand that you will be required to service men in all ways at any time?"

"You mean like sucking their cocks?"

"Yes, that is one of the ways, and sex is a big part of that, but some men just want a snuggle, or a foot rub, and some men just want to hang out and go to the movies or something. You may be at one of their houses serving food to his guests at a party. There may be women there and you will be naked. You will have to stand there and let them touch you anywhere they want without moving. I just need to make sure that you understand this."

"It all sounds scary; when do I get to start?" I asked, moving my eyebrows up and down, making Tyler laugh.

"Ok, you are ready to hit the ground running. Let's go over your schedule then." He took a piece of paper out of the folder and laid it in front of me. On the top was my name, age, height, weight, and then it said, "Cunt open (N)".

I looked at Tyler and asked about it. "I just mean that you are not available for mounting. Your first mounting is not till next week."

"You mean that a man will put his cock in my cunt?"

"Yes buddy, that's what it means. The sooner you get used to it, the sooner you will feel the wonderful orgasms your cunt can give you. This excited me but scared me at the same time. "Let's go over your schedule now. Today will be different from most days because you would normally be in class now. So here is what it says. Lunch eleven to twelve, room assignment, paperwork, cunt cleaning, meeting with the Headmaster, and then dinner. Here is the big one, you have an appointment with Mr. Brown at six-thirty. This will be your first cock as a Cboy. This is your first day so the Headmaster said that if you didn't want to, it could wait till tomorrow."

"Wait a minute, you mean I get to suck a man's cock today?"

"Yes, if you want to."

"Yes, please, I would like to very much."

"The Headmaster thought that would be your reaction." We went over the rest of the day's schedule, which was not much after the cock sucking; just shower time, inspection, and bedtime.

The next day was a full schedule, but I noticed that one of my morning classes was drama. "Tyler, I thought you said drama was an elective class?"

"It is."

"Then why is it on my schedule? I didn't choose it."

"I know; I chose it for you."

"Why, I told you I could not get up in front of that many people."

"I know, that's why I did it. Brian, you are shy and have no self-confidence. Drama will help you with that. Also, Bobby and I decided that you and Owen would be good for each other, so Bobby put Owen in there with you."

"But he's not a Cboy."

"That's true, but you are a Crossman now, and the sex is only a small part of who we are. Helping others, especially boys like Owen, is important work. There is a Chinese proverb that goes 'If you save a life, you are responsible for that life.' You saved Owen even if it was not what you set out to do."

I was a little mad because I didn't want to take stupid drama, but I was in it now, and if Tyler said I needed to do it, then I would. "Fine, but I don't have ta like it."

Tyler laughed and messed up my hair more, "No, you don't have ta, but you will."

After going over the rest of the paperwork, we put everything away, and he showed me where to store my suitcase.

He then took me to a room with a sign on the door that said, 'Cunt Cleaning Room'

Chapter 7
Brian Gets Cleaned Up

I looked at the sign above the door Tyler was showing me. 'Cunt Cleaning room' I looked at Tyler and asked, "What's a Cunt Cleaning Room?"

Tyler smiled and opened the door. Inside it looked kind of weird. The whole thing was tiled floor to ceiling and looked like a big shower room. There are toilets along one wall with knobs over them; otherwise, they looked like regular toilets without stalls. Directly in front of them were these strange looking tables. They were flat, about four feet long and three feet wide. There were two holes in the center, one was about half as wide as the table and went from the foot to about halfway up, and the other was just an oval hole at the top. Below the top hole, there were handles on each side that almost looked like handlebars from a bike with the grips on them.

At the foot of the table there were these, I don't know what you'd call them, maybe leg holders. If you have ever seen one of those massage chairs in the mall, it looks like the things you put your legs into. Above that, hanging from the ceiling, were these hooks where these red bags were attached. Each bag had a hose attached to it, hanging down over the foot of the table. Each hose had a different end on it; some of the ends were just a thin tube, while others were different sizes and looked like men's cocks.

I felt Tyler put his hand on my back, "Brian, Cboys take pride in always being clean inside and out. We expect you to take showers, wash your body, wash your hair, brush your teeth, and it is most important that you keep your cunt clean and fresh.

"You will be expected to have your cunt cleaned twice a day. Once in the morning and before any dates. I doesn't matter if he is just taking you to a movie, or if he is only on the schedule for a blow job, your duty is to be prepared to take care of a man on a moment's notice."

I am not going to lie; this room scares me a little. "Tyler, I don't know how to clean my cunt, I have never had to do it before."

"That's ok; most boys your age wouldn't unless they are Crossman. Crossman boys were getting their cunts cleaned before they could walk. You won't need to do anything except lay there and keep your cunt closed. You are not allowed to do your own cleaning. It will be me doing it for you most of the time, but if I am not around, you can always ask one of the other older guys to do it. Let's get you up on the table."

Tyler helped me position myself on the table, pushing a button that brought the height down so I could bend at the waist with my feet on the floor. He chose the table where the hose end was thinnest. He showed me how to put my face in the smaller hole at the top of the table, and my stomach fit in the hole at the foot. "Tyler, um… I understand the hole for my face, but why my stomach?"

"I will show you here in a little bit."

He had me put my hands on the handles under my face, and then he pushed my legs in the thing at the bottom. I heard a motor sound and three things happened. First, the table rose up, so my feet were no longer on the floor. Second, he tilted the table forward a little, so my head was going down, but my butt stayed at the same height. Third, my legs started to spread apart, opening my butt up so my cunt was in clear view.

I was nervous about the cunt cleaning right up until the door opened and I saw a pair of men's shoes standing there. I looked up to see the Headmaster standing there with a paddle in his hand.

He was smiling, but mostly what I saw was the paddle. "I am sorry to interrupt boys, but Brian here owes me a debt. Brian, punishments are rare here at FSB. I don't like giving them out, and although your actions may have improved some lives here, your debt still has to be paid. It is very important that all the boys know what will happen if the rules are broken, just because this time the outcome was favorable does not change the fact that you broke one of our most important rules. The first offense will be ten on the bottom here in the privacy of this room, with only the three of us to witness it. After this, any punishments will happen with all of your brothers watching. Do you understand why this has to happen?"

I was so scared that I was having a hard time forming words. "Y… Yes sssiir, because I broke the rules and handled my problems with my fists instead of my words."

"Very good, Brian, that's exactly right. Now, here is what is going to happen. You are going to stay still, no matter how much you want to move. I am going to be paddling you ten times, and then your debt is paid, and I won't ever bring it up again unless it happens again."

I didn't want him to do it, I have never been spanked before, so I was not sure how I was going to handle it. However, my dad told my brother and me many times that a man always pays his debts. So, I manned, or in this case, boyed up, took a deep breath and said, "I am ready, Sir."

He moved to the foot of the table and off to the side. Tyler came over and leaned over my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, "I know you are scared, but let's get this done, so we can move on. I am here to help you through it."

I heard the paddle hit flesh, a second before I felt it, on my right butt cheek. I was letting out a scream as the second hit landed on my left cheek. He was hitting me so hard; I could feel it through my whole body. That is how it happened with five hard smacks on each cheek. I could not believe how much it hurt. I was crying so hard I could hardly catch my breath. I can't believe that there are people in this world that like that. I felt the table tilt back up and the leg holders close.

Tyler helped me up to the standing position. I was facing the Headmaster with tears rolling down my face. Tyler whispered in my ear again, "Tell him how sorry you are and how you will never do it again."

I remembered a military school movie where this happened, I looked at the Headmaster and through the tears and pain I said, "Sir, I am so sorry for you having to correct my actions. I will work hard to make sure that it never happens again."

"Thank you Brian. I have no doubt that we will never find ourselves in this position again. I am sorry that this had to happen on your first day. You have gone through a lot today, and I could have put this off for a day or two, but I wanted you to concentrate on moving forward. I didn't want this to be hanging over your head." He then turned and left the room.

Tyler got a serious look on his face, "You know you deserved that, right?"

Still crying and rubbing my butt, I said, "I guess, but did he have to hit me so hard? I helped all those kids by kicking Kyles butt."

"Yes, you did, but let me ask you something. Paul told me that in the Headmasters office that day, you were worried that you might not be able to keep your word, not to get into fights, right?"

"Yes, sometimes I get so mad that I can't control it?"

"So, it is a matter of getting control of your anger?" I nodded. "Do you think that you might work harder to control your anger now that you know the consequences?"

I was still crying a little and rubbing my butt, when the question Tyler just asked me sank in. "Oh boy, am I going to work hard, I don't want another one of those."

"Remember, next time it will be in front of the whole house. He was right though, you have gone through a lot today. Are you sure that you want to have that appointment tonight? Maybe you should put it off till tomorrow."

"No, please Tyler. I am ok, I really want to go to my appointment." I was still in a lot of pain, but I stood as tall as I could for a short guy.

"Ok, if you are sure. Let's get you back on the table and get you cleaned out." I climbed back on the table and positioned myself as Tyler had me before. I heard the motors running, the table rose, tilted, and my legs spread wide. It hurt a lot when my legs spread.

Tyler started some water running in a sink, came over and took the red bag off the hook. He put it on a hook in the sink so it would fill up, and he closed a valve on the hose. He added some soap I guess, to the water. When it was full, he brought it back and hung it on the hook.

"Since this is the first time you are having you cunt cleaned, I will go over what I will be doing. I filled the bag with warm water and a special soap designed to make all the nasties come out. I will put some lube on the tube and your cunt so as not to hurt you going in.

"Here is where the hard part comes in. The water in that bag is enough to fill you up. It may feel like you are going to burst, but there is no chance of that happening. Once the bag is empty, you will squeeze your cunt tight with all your might, holding all the water in.

"You are required to keep it in for five minutes. Once the time is up, I will help you off the table where you will back up to the toilet and let go. This has to happen three times minimum, but as many at it takes to come out clear. Any questions?"

"No, I can't think of any."

"I know your butt hurts, and I am sorry, this won't make it feel any better. Here we go."

I felt Tyler rub some lube on my cunt and then insert the tube in. I didn't feel any pain or discomfort until he released the valve. I could feel the water filling me up. At first, it was not so bad, but as the pressure started to build, I started getting painful cramps. "Tyler, can you stop? It is really starting to hurt."

"I am sorry about that, but you have to finish the whole bag before I can stop it. Just concentrate on keeping your cunt tight and not letting any water out."

I looked over my shoulder at the bag and it only looked half-empty; I had no idea how I was going to finish up. Finally, Tyler said, "The first one is done. Now just hold it in for five minutes.' He tilted the table more, so my head went a little lower.

He sat on one of those roller chairs like those that the Doctor had and came up to the head of the table. He put a mirror under my face and adjusted it so I could see my belly. I was more than fat; I was pregnant. Panicking I screamed.

"What did you do to me, I am fatter than before, help me."

He pulled the mirror away, stood up and leaned over my shoulders to talk in my ear, "Brian, calm down. If you get upset, you will lose control and the water will come shooting out. That is why the hole is there, so you don't have more pressure on your belly. It is ok; when you evacuate your bowels, your belly will shrink right up. Now just relax and answer this very important question. So, Brian, have you ever kissed a boy?" He was blowing in my ear and sending chills down my body.

I looked at him, not sure why he was asking me this while I am trying to keep from exploding. "Sure, I kiss Donny all the time, and even kissed Timmy on the cheek."

"Ok, but have you ever kissed another boy on the lips, and even used your tongue?"

I was in pain and now he was trying to embarrass me. "No, boys don't kiss like that, only mommy's and daddy's kiss like that."

"Sorry, all the boys in this house kiss like that. You see Brian, we are not allowed to have sex with each other, only men, but we can kiss and hug as much as we want. Using your tongue is called French kissing, and we do that a lot around here. That is one of Timmy's favorite things to do. In fact, he and I do it for a while before bed."

"Really, Timmy likes to do that?"

"Yes, we all love it. We are brothers, and any arguments between the boys will be settled, kissed, and hugged out before bed. It's a house rule that we live by."

Just then, a big cramp hit me, and I cried out. "Please Tyler, it hurts bad, I can't wait five minutes."

He laughed and said, "You already did." He was pushing the buttons and bringing the table back to the start position. "Keep squeezing that cunt tight. I am going to help you up, then back you right up to the toilet."

He helped me stand, but I could feel some of it leak down my leg. He helped me sit on the toilet, which really hurt after that spanking, and everything came out. It sounded like a bathtub tap was on, and the smell, oh man, the smell. Tyler flipped a switch that turned on a powerful fan. That helped with the smell and he flushed the toilet.

"I am sorry it smells so bad," I said with embarrassment written all over my face.

"Don't worry about it. You think that is bad, wait till you are in here with the other boys at the same time. You have never had a cunt cleaning before, so you have a lot of poop built up on the walls of your colon. After a few days, it won't be so bad. You empty?"

"I think so."

"Ok, now stay still and don't jump." He said and he turned a knob on the wall. I did actually jump when I felt the cold water hit a sore backside. He had his hand on my shoulder keeping me from standing. "Let it happen; it should help with the sore butt."

"What is happening?"

"That, my brother, is a cunt/butt washer. Regular people call it a bidet. It cleans you up, so you are not all poopy for your next one."

"Do I really have to have another? I feel like I am super clean back there." I said, giving him my sweetest puppy dog smile.

"No, you don't have to have another one." I couldn't believe it worked. "You have to have two more." He said, laughing. "I'll tell you what I will do, though, once your time starts, if you want, I will teach you how to kiss."

All I could think was SCORE!!! "Well, I guess that would be ok. I should learn how to do it, right?"

Tyler laughed. "Brian, we just met today, but I can tell that you were thinking about how great kissing would be, but you didn't want me to know how excited you were about it."

I was so surprised that my jaw didn't hit the toilet. "How could you know that?"

"Little bro, you are a natural horn dog. I also know by the way you look at me that you love my dimples."

Turning red, "No, I don't." He just looked at me, "Ok, I do, but if you and I are going to be bros, you have to get out of my head." I said, laughing.

While I sat on the toilet, letting the cold water run over my sore butt, Tyler filled up the bag again with soapy water and rehung it. He shut off the water and had me move back on the table. He set the table, put lube on my cunt and inserted the tube again. He released the valve and filled me up again. It still hurt, but not as bad.

When the bag was empty, I asked, "Tyler, it still hurts, but not as bad as it did; I guess I am getting used to it, huh?"

"No, you are not used to it yet, but some of the poop that was taking up space is gone; you are not as full as last time, even with the same amount of water."

"I guess that makes sense."

"While we wait, would you like to do some kissing?"

"Yes, please."

Tyler turned my head and looked into my eyes as he moved his face closer to mine. Our lips touched, and I swear it felt like I was being hit with a cattle prod. Every fiber of my body reacted, giving me so much pleasure. I felt my spine stiffen and my body tingle. I felt him open his mouth and his tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue enter and move all over my tongue, teeth, and the top of my mouth. We stayed like that for what felt like a beautiful, wonderful hour, but was only five minutes.

I pulled my mouth away fast, to the surprise of Tyler. "What's wrong Brian, you didn't like it?"

"That's not it at all. I had to get your tongue out of my mouth before I bit it. The pain is getting really bad; I can't hold it in any longer. Please tell me times up." I am sure Tyler could see the pain in my eyes.

"I am so sorry Brian. I was enjoying kissing you so much that I lost track of time. You are at eight minutes." He pushed the buttons, putting the table to the start position, then he helped me back up to the toilet and let go. It smelled just as bad this time.

We ended up cleaning my cunt three more times before it came out clear. We kissed during each, as Tyler called it, 'soaking sessions'. When I was all done, Tyler showed me how to clean and sanitize the area, and then we took showers and went back to our room.

Tyler went over my class schedule with me and I was sad to see that Timmy and I would only have gym together every day for first period.

"Why can't I be in Timmy's classes?" I whined.

"Don't whine at me; I only put you in drama; you put yourself in the others."

I was a little sad and confused. "I did; how did I do that."

"You know those tests you took to get in here?" I nodded, yes. "Well, you scored seventh grade in math and history and sixth grade in English. Not bad for a fourth-grader. You are in those classes because you are quite smart, and Timmy's classes would not challenge you at all."

"I just had so much fun in those classes after I finished the test."

"You have the same teachers who tested you, just different periods for them. You will still see Timmy in gym and at lunch. Also, don't forget you live with him." Tyler laughed.

"I guess you're right."

"Oh, Brian my brother, the first thing you need to accept is that I am always right. You got that, rug rat." Then he grabbed me and started tickling me.

I was laughing so hard, and my butt was hurting so bad. I was trying to get away from him and rubbing my butt on the bed. When he finally stopped, I gave him the meanest look I could make, "What did you do that for, buster?"

"You are not going to have a call with Donny and him find out I was not doing what he told me."

I tried to keep a straight face, but Tyler was making faces at me, so I could not stop myself from giggling. "Ok, but can you at least give me a break until my butt doesn't hurt so much?"

Tyler had a shocked look on his face. "I am so sorry Brian, I forgot about that. Are you ok?"

Trying to keep a straight face, "It hurts real bad. Now I have to tell Donny that you hurt me when you tickle tortured me. Oh, he is going to beat you up, mister."

"Are you sure you want to do that? It will only mean that if I am going to get my butt kicked anyway, I might as well double the tickle time between now and when he gets back. Where did I put that tickle schedule?"

I grabbed him as I was laughing, "Ok, ok, I will let it go this time."

Laughing, Tyler said, "If you think that is best." Then he grabbed me and pulled me into a big hug. It was a good hug, it made me feel safe and loved. It was not as good as Donny's, but it was a close second. "Let's get our robes on and head towards the dining hall. We can walk slow so your little bottom does not hurt," he said in a mocking tone.

"You know I am going to remember all this stuff, and I will get you back when you least expect it. Before I put my robe on, I have to pee. Do I do it in the cunt cleaning room?"

"No, follow me and I will show you to the bathroom. We went into the hall past the cunt cleaning room and the next door was the restroom. We both went in and peed. I watched Tyler wondering how he was going to do it with that thing on his dick. He had to turn it a bit, but he pissed through a hole in the end of it. When we were done, I was washing my hands and saw a full-length mirror on the other wall.

I walked up to it and turned so that I could see my butt. It was a little black and blue and still hurt.

Tyler said, "It will hurt for a few days, but then it will all be behind you." Tyler was laughing, "Wait, it is already behind you," he said as he ran out of the bathroom.

I chased him back to our room saying, "That's not funny. Ok, maybe a little funny, but quit picking on me, you big meanie." I tried to do a pouty face but could not hold it. As we were putting on our robes, I asked, "I just realized that there isn't a door in our room; why is that."

"Honestly, I have never really noticed. I guess they don't feel we have a need for privacy. We see each other naked all the time, and since no Cboy masturbates, why would we need one."

"What if I am just mad and want to be alone?"

"If you are mad, we need to find out why and try to fix it. However, if you really just need to let it all out and scream or maybe just have a good cry alone, there are four time out rooms on the second floor. I have never used one, but many of the guys have. The two rules for the time out rooms are pretty simple. You are allowed two hours to get yourself in a place where you can talk it out with someone. The other rule is that once a boy goes in, he is to be left alone until his two hours are up."

"Sometimes, when I just needed some time alone to collect my thoughts, I would close my door, put on my headphones, or just read a book."

"Nothing wrong with that. Do you remember the rooms on the first floor?" I nodded my head, yes. "Sometimes, I like to go into one and do my homework. No one really looks in there, and like you, I just need some time to decompress. For reading, we have a reading lounge on the second floor where you can do your homework, read, or write your letters home."

"Cool, that will be my hang out there." We left and headed to the dining room.

Chapter 8
Brian Services His First Man

Tyler and I walked over to the dining room across the Quad. It was a slow, painful walk, and we did walk slow. My butt really hurt inside and out, but mostly out. We were still a little early, so we waited outside the doors.

"Tyler, what am I supposed to do? There is no way I can sit down for dinner; maybe I should wait at the house."

"No, that would not look good for you. You, getting your punishment will spread across this campus in no time at all. You need to go in there and show everyone that you got it, accepted it, and are moving forward. As for sitting, this is where you show the Headmaster the respect of spreading his message. Stand at the end of the table and eat your dinner. Let everyone see that stepping out of line is not a good experience."

"It will be so embarrassing, and everyone will stare at me."

Smiling, Tyler said, "That is true, but consider it the final stage of your punishment. You are now a Crossman. You are now part of the community that owns this school. If you, as a Crossman, can't get away with breaking the rules, what makes the regulars think that they could?"

"I guess, but I don't like it. You know that after the fight and after we finished in the Headmasters office, Timmy and I went to the bathroom so I could wash my face. We met a couple of boys in there that I thought were friends of Kyles, but instead were two of his victims. I asked them why they didn't tell what Kyle was doing to them; you know what they said?"

"No, what?"

"They said that if he could get away with picking on a Crossman, and they owned the school, what could they do? I guess you are right, but I still don't have to like it.

"That's a good point. As for you not liking it, you aren't supposed to, it's a punishment."

The bell rang and people were coming out of the gym, auditorium, and the main building headed to the dining room. I clinched my body as I saw Timmy running towards me.

Tyler must have seen it too because he jumped in front of Timmy before he could get to me. "Slow down Timmy, Brian is sore and would not handle you jumping on him very well."

I could see the concern on Timmy's face. He walked slowly toward me, "What happened Brian, did you fall or something?"

"No, I got the punishment that I owed the Headmaster."

Timmy looked shocked, "You mean he did that today? On your first day, that was pretty mean of him."

"No, it wasn't; he wanted me to get it over with so I could move on. Now it is, and I don't have to worry about it anymore. It is behind me now.

As soon as it fell out of my mouth, I heard Tyler laughing, "It sure is."

I gave him a dirty look. Timmy just looked at us as if we were crazy. Then what Tyler said finally sank in and he started laughing as well, "That was funny, Tyler."

"I know, right, but Brian doesn't think so."

Timmy looked at me and tried his best to stop laughing. "I am sorry Brian, but it was funny."

"Yes, it was the first time. You can stop now."

Giggling, Tyler said, "Come on, guys, let's go get some dinner."

We walked into the dining room and into the Crossman line. I grabbed a tray and looked at what they were serving. I got a garden salad with ranch dressing, BBQ chicken, loaded baked potato, and corn on the cob. Then of course, the man at the end gave me my cup with the lid. I looked up at him and said, "Thank you, Sir."

"You are quite welcome, boy. I hope you enjoy your dinner."

We walked to the table where I stood at the end instead of taking a seat. As all the boys sat down, they all looked at me, wondering why I was standing. Tyler told them, and they all started clapping.

I was embarrassed and confused. Paul said, "Brian, we are proud of you. Most boys would be at the house, in bed, feeling sorry for themselves. Not you, though; you came to dinner, letting everyone know that you took your punishment and moved past it. Very impressive little bro."

"I wish I could take all the credit. I wanted to feel sorry for myself and stay in bed, but Tyler said that it would be best if I showed up and let everyone know that being bad is not a good decision."

We talked, ate, and had a good time. I still didn't like the golden water, but it gets easier to swallow it every time. Things were going good till Owen saw me. He stopped after getting his dinner and just looked at me. I am pretty sure that he was wondering why I was eating standing up. I saw someone whisper in his ear; his eyes got real big, he dropped his try and screamed, "NNNOOO, not fair." Then he ran from the dining room. Everyone was looking at him and me, then I saw Bobby leave his place in line and chase after him.

Three guys from my house got up, one picked up his tray, another grabbed a broom and dustpan, sweeping up the dropped food, while the last guy went over the area with a mop. I thought it was kind of cool how they just jumped up and did it without being told.

I looked at Tyler, "What just happened?"

"Not sure yet; we will find out after dinner."

We finished eating, and Tyler went up to the serving line coming back with two to-go boxes. We all filed out of the dining room. Timmy was telling me about something that happened in history today when Tyler interrupted.

"Hey Timmy, why don't you go back to the house. Brian and I need to go see what happened with Owen. We will be back in thirty minutes."

"Can't I come with you? Please."

"Not this time. Whatever happened with Owen had to do with Brian, so we will go see."

"Ok," looking really sad, "I will see you back at the house, Brian." He walked off, but I could tell he was upset.

Tyler and I walked over to Ashton House, where Owen and Bobby lived. We walked in, and the only difference is that there is no wall or security door. Once you walk in, it is open all the way to the back. There was a nice kitchen area in the back, not as nice as at Crossman House, but nice. There were lots of little tables instead of one nice long one. They had couches and chairs surrounding a huge TV. In the entry, way off to the left was a door that led to the same four private rooms and the bathroom, just like in my house.

Tyler put his hand on my back and guided me towards the private rooms. In the last room, we found Bobby and Owen. Bobby was rubbing Owens back, and Owen had his head down on his arms on the table.

Bobby said, "Owen, buddy, Brian is here to see you."

Owen looked up real quick; his eyes were bloodshot from crying. "No, I don't want to see you; please go away."

He was not mad, but I do think he was embarrassed. I walked over beside him and put my hand on his back. "Owen, did I do something wrong?"

Looking surprised, he said, "No, not you. The Headmaster, I hate him."

"Why, what did the Headmaster do?"

"It's just not fair, you helped me, and he punished you," he said, crying hard.

"No Owen, he didn't do anything wrong; I did. The school has a zero-tolerance policy on fighting. I didn't know that at the time, so he gave me a choice. If I wanted to come here, I would have to take the minimum punishment. I wanted to come here very badly so I agreed on the punishment."

"But Kyle was a bad guy; you shouldn't have gotten punished for hurting him. He hurt me."

"I know, but I should have found another way to stop him. Look at it this way; Bobby is a smart guy. Eventually, he would have found out what Kyle was doing to you. Then he would have pounded him into the ground, right?"

Owen looked at Bobby. Bobby was nodding his head, yes. "Yea, I guess he would have."

"If Bobby would have gotten to Kyle before me, then he would have been kicked out of this school. You wouldn't like that, would you?"

"No, I love Bobby." He said very seriously.

"I am sure you do. So, look at it this way, I kicked his butt good, and only got a paddling for it. Even though I didn't know it at the time, I was helping you, Bobby, and other kids who Kyle had made too scared to stand up to him. Don't be upset, I am proud of my sore butt. It was worth all ten hits to get Kyle out and help you feel safe."

Owen got this big smile on his face. "Really, so you are a hero. We can call you… Super Butt." He giggled.

We were all laughing. "Let's not let my secret identity out of this room Ok?"

Giggling some more, he said, "Ok, it will be our secret. You hear that Bobby, you can't tell anyone."

Bobby smiled at Owen and said, "It will be hard, but I will keep the secret. Now that's settled, don't you have something else to ask Brian?"

Owen's smile left his face and he shook his head while waving his hands. "No, Bobby, I can't."

"Yes, you can. You asked me, but I am not the one you needed to ask, am I?"

Tears were welling up in Owens's eyes again. Looking at Bobby, "Please don't make me; he will make fun of me."

I was shocked, "Owen, have I done anything that would lead you to think I would make fun of you. No matter what you ask, I will answer it honestly and won't make fun of you."

Owen just stared at his hands and then mumbled something I could not hear.

"I am sorry Owen, you are going to have to speak up, I can't hear you."

He took a deep breath and asked, "Would you be my friend?"

I kind of giggled, and Owen took that as making fun of him. "See Bobby; I told you he would make fun of me and not want to be my friend. Why would anyone want to be friends with someone who has these?" He yelled, showing his cut wrists.

I could see Bobby was getting mad at me. "Hold on, Owen," I said a little louder than I meant to. This caused Owen to cower with his arms up, and Bobby to stand up.

Tyler also stood, "Ok, everyone calm down. I just met Brian today, but I know he is not making himself clear. Go on, Brian, finish what you want to say."

As painful as it was, I sat in the chair next to Owen, who was still on the defensive. "Owen, I was not making fun of you. You have to understand; I came here a few weeks ago to take tests and stuff in order to see if I could even get into this school. I had no friends at all in my old school and was very lonely.

"The day I came for testing, I met Timmy, who wanted to be not only my friend but my best friend. I was so excited I was finally going to have a friend. Now on my first day, the coolest guy in Ashton House also wants to be my friend. I am the luckiest guy in the world."

I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. I think I caught him off guard because I felt him stiffen up and then relax and hug me back. Everyone was happy and smiling when we broke apart.

Bobby was shaking his head. I asked, "What's wrong, Bobby?"

"I thought you were smart. You can't even figure out the right adjective, you said, 'the coolest guy in Ashton House,' when you meant to say, 'the weirdest guy in Ashton House,'" he said, laughing. Owen hit him in the arm.

"No, I was right. I wanted to be Owens friend, not yours; you're too old." Owen and I were laughing so hard.

Tyler stood up, "I think with that, Brian and I need to get going. We did bring you guys some dinner, though."

I painfully stood and said, "I guess I will see you in drama class tomorrow," I said, giving Tyler a dirty look.

Owen said, "Wait a minute; you didn't want to do it either?"

"No, Tyler said I had to. I guess it won't be so bad now that I have a friend in the class."

"Oh yea, I guess maybe it will be fun after all."

Tyler and Bobby shook hands and Bobby thanked him for bringing him food, and we left for home. Wow, I have a new home and family–what a day. We got back to the house, took off our robes, shoes, and socks. We headed up to the third floor; luckily, Tyler let us take the elevator. We went to our room where Timmy and another boy were playing cards on Timmy's bed.

Tyler said, "Brian, let me introduce you to your roommates. This little guy over here is Timmy."

Timmy and I both giggled and shook hands. I said, "Nice to meet you, Timmy. You seem so familiar to me. Have we met before?"

"You also look familiar. Could you, by chance, be my best friend?"

"That's right, how silly of me. Of course, you are my best friend."

Tyler was laughing and giving me a dirty look at the same time. "I can't believe that you gave me such a hard time about drama. You could have won an Oscar with that performance." All of us were laughing when Tyler said, "Ok, boneheads, Brian, this is Tristen. He is eleven and in the sixth grade."

I shook hands with him and said, "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. I kind of thought you would be seven feet tall the way Timmy talked about you. I wanted to smother him with a pillow, but Tyler said I couldn't," he said, giggling.

Tristen was a little taller than Timmy and has a great body. I found out that he is on the JV swim team. He has short black hair, blue eyes, and the start of a six-pack with a V pointing to his crotch. His dick is what the Doctor called intact. He had the extra skin on it. He also had a nice set of balls on him as well. I was not sexually interested in him, but I wish my body looked like his.

This was the first time I had seen Timmy naked. He was really skinny, which I don't get, I have seen him eat. He has a cut dick that was soft and only a little bigger than mine. What caught me off guard was that he didn't have any balls. He must of saw my eyes get real big because he started laughing.

He said, "I lost them in an accident when I was eight. They couldn't save them so when they removed them, my dad had them cut down the sack, so it was flat."

Not taking my eyes off him, "I am so sorry. The Doctor told me about it, but never told me who it was."

"It's ok, I actually like it. My dad says I am a eunuch and that in some cultures, the eunuch is a big deal, and everyone wants one." He said, giggling, "Besides, I am gay. I'll never have kids anyway."

Tyler said, "Timmy, lay back on your bed and spread your legs so he can get a good look and feel."

Timmy laid across his bed and spread his legs. Tyler grabbed my hand and put it where his balls used to be. You really could not tell that he ever had any. I know it may be weird, but I think it looks cool.

Tyler interrupted my exploration and said, "It' time for your appointment, buddy." He looked at his schedule on the wall and said, "Tristen, you are getting mounted by Mr. Cross. Are you clean?"

Tristen smiled, "I love getting mounted by Mr. Cross. He makes me cum twice before he cums. Oh, and Darren cleaned both Timmy's and my cunts when we came back from dinner."

"Good. Tristen, you are in room three; make sure when he is ready to mount, you are in the correct position. Being told to take the wrong position is the only time you can refuse a man's orders."

"I know it won't happen again, I promise."

Good to hear, head on down." Tristen left, "Timmy, you have Mr. Cole tonight in room sixteen. I know it is hard because he is long and likes to bury it balls deep in your throat, but you can do it."

Timmy smiled and licked his lips, "I got this dude. You have never gotten a complaint on me, have you?"

Laughing, "No, Timmy, the men love you. Your father and brothers have trained you well."

Timmy left and Tyler sat on the bed. "This is a big day for you, Brian. You will be servicing Mr. Brown tonight. He knows you are new and reserved you as soon as he found out you were coming here."

"What do you mean, reserved me?"

"Ok, so there is a secure website that has all the pictures that were taken of you during your physical. It also has a bio of your age, height, weight, grade levels and will have your future interest when you decide on them. The men look at all the boys' pictures and bios so they can choose which boys they want and for what."

"Wait a minute; there are naked pictures of me on the internet?" I said, panicking, "What if my dad sees them?"

Tyler pulled me to him and hugged me, "Brian, calm down. There is zero chance of your dad ever seeing them. This is a very exclusive site that only certain men have access to. There is not a way for your dad to ever gain access."

"Really?" I asked, wiping tears from my eyes.

"Really. Only Crossman and certain other men have access. You ok now?"

"Yes, I guess, but what did it mean when you told Tristen to make sure he takes the correct position?"

"You will learn more about it in your service class tomorrow, but Cboys service men, we don't make love to them. When you service a man, you will be in the mounting position. This is where you lay face down, legs spread, with your knees pulled up to your chest. This gives the man clear access to your cunt. Depending on what you decide for your life in the future, maybe you marry a nice man. In this case, if he chooses, you can lay on your back and open your legs and spread them out so your man can mount you while looking in your eyes. That is making love."

"Oh, I am still kind of scared about my mounting."

"Don't worry about it; your man has already been chosen and approved by the board. Don't know who it is, but I guess there were a lot of men that were fighting to be your first."

"Really, why? I am not much to look at or experienced to give them the most pleasure?"

"I sure wish you would quit putting yourself down like that. You are really cute, and this," He said, rubbing my belly, "only adds to the cuteness. Also, men love to brag to each other about the boys they have been with. Their big goal is to see how many times they can make the boy orgasm before they do. You, however, are a unicorn, very unique. Every boy born a Crossman is mounted the first time by their father, uncle, or grandfather. You are a virgin, which is obviously very rare here. This caused a lot of men, mostly outside the Crossman family to want to be your first."

"How do they know the man won't hurt me?"

"Brian, it will hurt; there is no way around it. Your cherry will be getting popped. Your cunt and insides will be getting seriously stretched; it will hurt. I remember when my dad took my cherry. I don't cry much, but I was crying and screaming that day. Now, I enjoy the feelings, and I am glad that it was my dad that took me the first time. As for you, every time we are finished with a man, we log into the service computers and describe our experience with the man we were just with. We say if he was gentle or not, and how we felt about it. We will also have a survey to answer other questions. These answers help the computer figure out who is most compatible with you.

"I don't understand. Aren't we here to service all men?"

"Yes and no. Let's just say that once you have gained some experience with a variety of men, you decide that you enjoy a gentle man who goes slow and takes his time. However, another boy likes it a little rougher. He likes a man that will mount him hard and fast. The computer won't set you up with that man, but with a man that likes to be gentle with his boy. What this means, is that the man chosen to be with you the first time, will be a man that the other boys have described as gentle. Keeping you safe and engaged is the most important thing to this school. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, so let's talk about your appointment, Mr. Brown. The first thing he will most likely want to do is check out your body. I am going to teach you to display." He stood up and came behind me and took hold of my wrists and lifted them up and put them behind my head. "Now, lace your fingers together, good, now spread your feet further apart. Just a little further, great, now chin up, eyes straight." He looked me over and nodded his head.

"Why do I have to stand like this?"

"This gives the man a clear view of your body. Your hands are behind your head so he can see your armpits."

"Why would anyone want to look at armpits?"

"When I was your age, I thought it was weird too, but as I got older, a boy's pits are actually very sexy."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Anyway, your legs are spread so that they can get a clear view of your junk. A big no is hiding anything from your man. He has the right to look and touch any part of your body. Tonight, you will be performing oral sex with your man, but he may still want to see your cunt. He can touch it, but he is not allowed to enter it."

"But what if he wants to stick his finger in there?"

"Until your first mounting, your cunt can't be entered. You will just say, "I am sorry, Sir, I am not allowed to let anyone enter my cunt before my first mounting." Then you just do what you are there for. You won't have to worry about it tonight, though; I will be in the room with you."

"Really? That will be a little embarrassing with you watching."

"There will be many times that you will be watched by others not participating in the action. Remember two more things. Listen to your man and respond immediately to his needs. I know that you have pleasured the Doctor, so you know how to breathe in the man's scent, right?"

"You mean where he pulls his cock and balls to one side and I take and hold ten deep breaths?"

Smiling, he said, "Exactly right. If he does not move them for you, you do it yourself. Ok, let's go."

We went to the second floor and found room twelve. Tyler knocked on the door and then opened it. The room was not much bigger than my bedroom at home. It has a bed against the far wall, a table with a light on it, a regular chair, and a recliner. Sitting in the recliner was a naked man. He wasn't ugly, but he was not attractive either. He had a big beer belly, a beard, black hair with a receding hairline, and a lot of body hair. His cock was soft, but looked like five inches cut, and was laying over two huge balls.

Tyler put his hand on my shoulder and guided me in. He closed the door and introduced us. "Mr. Brown, this is Brian. Brian, this is Mr. Brown."

Mr. Brown stood up and said, "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you Brian. I have been so looking forward to spending time with you. You can just call me Carl."

Tyler jumped in, "Mr. Brown, with all due respect, you know that is not allowed. Crossman boys are required to show proper respect at all times. A boy should never address a man by his first name."

Mr. Brown took a deep breath, "You are right, Tyler, I am just not used to having people call me by my last name."

Tyler laughed, "You tried to get me to do it when I was about Brian's age. My dad would have whipped me bloody if he found out I was disrespectful and called a man by his first name."

Mr. Brown looked at me with a smile, "Don't worry Brian, I was not trying to get you into trouble. I was not experienced enough with the rules seven years ago when I mounted Tyler for the first time. I would have never wanted to do anything to get one of you punished. I only said that to you to mess with Tyler, because I knew he would stop you and lecture me."

He sat back down on the recliner and Tyler sat in the other chair in the corner. "Brian, you are more beautiful in person then in your pictures. Would you mind displaying for me?"

Mr. Brown is not the guy I would have chosen to be with, but he was super nice, and he asked me to do things instead of telling me. I got into the display position, and he leaned forward on the edge of the recliner. He ran his hands from my neck down to my stomach, stopping to pinch my nipples as he passed. That sent shivers through my body. I cannot believe how sensitive my nipples are.

"Oh, my boy, your nipples are going to need some work to puff them out so a man can get a nice grip on them. I love to play with a boy's nipples when I am mounting him."

Then he worked his way down to my dick and balls. He held my one and a half incher [4cm] in between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it. I didn't move because I didn't really feel it. Then he squeezed both balls until I winced in pain.

"I am sorry Brian, but I wanted to know how much pain you could stand. Your penis doesn't have much feeling in it because I was squeezing pretty hard before you gave a sign. Your balls are a lot more sensitive. I like that. Now Brian, if you don't mind, would you please turn around?"

I slowly turned and got back into display. "Oh my, what happened to this beautiful bottom?"

"I got punished, Sir, for fighting."

"Wait a second; I thought you just got here today."

"I did Sir, it was from when I was here a few weeks ago."

Tyler spoke up, "Brian came to us on a train, by himself with hopes of becoming a Crossman boy. After his physical, he went and had lunch with Timmy, and a boy from another house started trouble. Brian dealt with him, which turned out to be a good thing in the end, but he had to choose not coming here or taking punishment when he started. Today his debt was paid."

"Was this boy smaller than you?"

"No Sir, he was fifteen, I think."

"You are a bit small to beat up on a fifteen-year-old, aren't you?"

"I guess, Sir, but at least I walked out of the dining room," I said with a smile. Looking over at Tyler, I could tell by his face that I should not have said that.

"Well, if you think you can bear it, would you please bend over and let me get a look at your cunt?"

I bent over, putting my hands on my knees. He parted my butt cheeks, which hurt like crazy. He ran his finger over my cunt a few times, which was very pleasurable, although not enough to cover the pain in my butt cheeks.

"Beautiful, just beautiful. I am very sad I was not able to be your first mounting; I would have loved to be the lucky man to take that cherry."

He took his hands away and asked me to turn around. I did and he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled down, signaling to me that he wanted me on my knees. So, as I did with the Doctor, I got on my knees between his legs. He opened his legs wide but did not reach down to move his cock and balls. I reached up and took his balls in my right hand and gently moved them to the right. I stuck my face right in the area between his left leg and his balls. I took my ten deep breaths and felt the same focused feeling I felt with the Doctor.

Since he had not given me any orders, I took his ball sack in my hands and started licking all over it. I don't know what came over me, but I just could not get enough.

Finally, he said, "Oh yea baby, you are doing a wonderful job, but I think my cock is getting a little jealous of my balls."

His voice sounded like it was coming from far away, but I heard it. I let go of his balls and took his cock in my hands.

It was hard now and looked to be about six and a half inches [16cm] and quite thick. I licked it as if it was the best lollypop I had ever had. He was pouring pre out of the tip, and it tasted wonderful. I took it in my mouth, stretching my jaw to its limit, and being careful not to scrape it with my teeth; I slipped it in. I was swallowing pre as fast as it was coming out. I swirled my tongue around the head as the Doctor taught me and was rewarded with a lot of moaning. My jaw was starting to hurt, but I loved this too much to stop. He started to move my head up and down on his cock, pushing deeper into my mouth with every push. I think he could tell I was having a hard time because he eased it back a little.

He was moving in and out of my mouth fast now, and then he pushed it in and held my head still as he unleashed his cum into my mouth and down my throat. It tasted so good, and I swallowed as fast as I could. Only a little was able to escape out of the corners of my mouth. I kept him in my mouth until he pulled his cock out. I looked at it and some cum was coming out of the tip. I swiped my tongue across it, causing a shiver in his body.

I looked up and he was smiling. He ran his thumb over the corners of my mouth, collecting the cum that escaped and pushed it back into my mouth.

"You are amazing, little one. You and I are going to spend some time together."

He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I felt his tongue on my lips and opened my mouth to receive him. This lasted for a few minutes before he broke it off.

He stood up, laid down on the bed, and had me climb over him. He had me lay facing the wall and he came up behind me and snuggled in close, without touching my butt. He put his right arm over me, and his hand was rubbing my chest.

"You are amazing, Brian. I can't believe how much pleasure you just gave me. How many cocks have you sucked?"

"You are my third Sir and the first as a Cboy."

"That means you are just a natural cocksucker. Every Cboy is a cocksucker, but I have only met a few that were born to do it."

We just snuggled like that for a while, with him pinching and pulling my nipples. I really did not want this night to end. There was a ding from somewhere in the room. "Damn, why did this have to be a school night?"

He rolled off the bed and I looked to see what was happening. He was pulling his clothes on, "Brian, it was so nice to meet you, and believe me, we will be meeting again." He leaned over and gave me another kiss, and stopped to kiss Tyler as well; then he was gone.

I looked at Tyler, "I don't understand; what happened? Why did he leave?"

"Did you hear the ding?" I nodded. "This is a school night, so they only get us boys from six-thirty to seven-thirty. You still have to do your report on him, get showered, do homework, and get to bed. You don't have any homework, so you can just read for a bit."

"Oh, ok,"

I got up and we left the room and headed down the hall. We walked into a room with a bunch of desks and computers on them. Tyler pointed to one and showed me how to use my fingerprint to log on. Once that was done, a question came up on the computer. "How was your time with Mr. Brown?" I typed in that I had a wonderful time with him.

Then it asked me a bunch of other questions that took me about five minutes to complete. Once done, I logged off the computer and Tyler and I went upstairs. Tyler took me to another room that was just showers. There was an area with benches and racks of towels. Past that was a huge shower room with what looks like twenty boys of all ages showering and chatting.

Tyler said, "If you do not have an appointment, you shower as soon as you get back from dinner. That way you are out of the way so the other boys can shower after their appointments."

"You mean all of these boys had appointments tonight?"

"Of course, some nights are busier than others."

"I guess weekends are crazy then."

"Sometimes, but a lot of the Cboys go home on the weekends."

I never thought about that. Before that stupid mission, I would have been able to go home and see my family on the weekends. I chose not to think about it anymore because I did not want to start crying if front of everyone. I think I have done enough of that.

I noticed many of the boys staring at me. Tyler leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Your butt is really black and blue now. Everyone just realizes what you went through today."

Brendon came up to me and said," Wow, I hope you know how to sleep on your stomach. I am so sorry that happened to you, but I am so proud that you have not let it stop you from doing what you needed to do."

I smiled as he walked away. He has a nice butt, but I could not see his cock, since it has one of those plastic things on it. I looked around the shower room and all of the older boys were wearing them. A lot of them were the same, but some were really weird. Some were metal and had a tube that went right in the piss hole. I was just about to ask Tyler about it when Timmy came in.

"Brian, how'd it go?"

"It was fantastic! I love sucking men's cocks. Mr. Brown said I was a natural." I guess I was speaking too loud because I heard some boys laughing and saw them looking at me.

Timmy went into the center of the shower and said very loudly, "Attention, everyone." When everyone was looking at Timmy, he went on. "I want everybody to meet my best friend in the whole world, Brian Burke. This is his first day and he started it with ten hits of the paddle and he still went on to his appointment tonight."

I was totally embarrassed as I heard clapping. Timmy came back over, and I wanted to hit him, then remembered my butt so I didn't. "Why did you have to go and do that?"

"Why not, you are my friend and I am proud of you. Please don't be mad at me."

I wanted to be mad at him, but how could I after he said that. "I am not mad I guess."

We finished our showers and went back to our room. Tristen came in just after us. I guess I missed him in the shower room. He and Timmy grabbed their backpacks and headed out the door.

"Where are they going?"

Tyler looked up and said, "Oh, they are going to the library to do their homework."

"Tyler, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, buddy, anything."

"You said earlier that when I had a husband, he would make love to me. Will you have a husband?"

Tyler thought about it for a second before answering, "No, I will have a wife. You see, Brian, you are obviously gay, and that is very ok. I, on the other hand, am straight and look forward to having a wife and kids someday."

"I don't understand; you have sex with men, just like I do."

"That is true, but that is about being a Crossman and accepting that as a child, we can't be the alphas. You see, through thousands of years, the Crossman have created a proven recipe for the way we live. We know it works because a Crossman has never been arrested or gone to jail. The children of Crossman all go to college and lead in whatever path they have chosen. In my family, the father chooses the husband, or wife, for his son or daughter. During college, unless I find a Crossman girl on my own, my father will choose her for me. If I were gay, he would choose my husband."

"I still don't get it; you are still having sex with men. Doesn't that make you gay?"

"Not at all. I have sex with men as a sign of respect. I do enjoy the feeling it gives me, but most of the time I am thinking about girls. There is a girl in the neighborhood at home that I really like, but I probably won't get to marry her."

"Why not?"

"Most arranged marriages are with girls from other states. It keeps inbreeding from happening. My dad knows that Samantha and I like each other, but the council will have to verify that we are not related."

"Wow, but what if when you are away at college, you find a girl that is not a Crossman and want to marry her?"

"That is a good question. She would have to be willing to accept the Crossman ways, including sending our sons to FSB. I am not sure how you get a regular to do that. Of course, it happens. The boy I told you about earlier, his mom was not a Crossman. She accepted the Crossman ways, and she has a son that was not raised a Crossman. Now they are a family; Paul is well-liked at this school, and by the men he services.

"Brian, as you continue here, you will be given classes on the Crossman way. This will give you a better insight into what it all means. Until then, you have a lot of other things to keep you occupied."

"You mean like sleeping on my stomach," I said, giggling.

"Yea, like sleeping on your stomach."

I laid on my bed reading for about half an hour when Tristen and Timmy came back in. "Hi Brian, did you miss me?" giggled Timmy.

"I'm sorry, were you gone?" I giggled back.

Tristen asked, "Brian, do you know any card games?"

"Not very many. My family would sit at the table sometimes and play Gin, and my brother and I like to play video games together."

Timmy said, "You won't find any video games here; they're not allowed, but we know how to play Gin."

"What do you mean video games are not allowed?"

"You won't find video games, TV's, or cell phones here. The only computers we have access to, are for schoolwork, surveys, or computer science class." Said Tristen.

"I was wondering about that. I saw a big tv in Ashton House, but not one here."

"Even theirs has very limited programs, and they still don't have video games or cell phones. Let's play Gin; Tyler, you want to play?"

"Sure," Tyler said, "Let's go downstairs and sit at a table. We still have thirty minutes before bed."

I grabbed a soft, comfy towel to sit on, and we went downstairs.  We had so much fun playing that I am not sure who won or if we were even keeping score. We heard a buzzing sound and the guys stopped in mid-hand, collected the cards, and headed towards the steps.

I was not sure what was happening, so Timmy filled me in, "That buzz you heard means fifteen minutes till lights out. Now we go and brush our teeth, go potty and get into bed."

We did just that. I crawled under my covers on my stomach. This would be the first time in my whole life going to bed without a kiss from my mom and my brother. Even when I was mad and went to sleep before kisses, I always knew that they came in and kissed me anyway. I felt some tears fill my eyes, but I was so tired, I don't remember anything after that.

Chapter 9
Brian's First Day

I woke up about two-thirty, terrified because I didn't know where I was. Once I was fully awake, I was able to calm down some. The issue now was I had to pee very badly, but I was not sure I remembered where the bathroom was. I knew I should wake up Tyler and ask him to take me, but I didn't want him to think I was a baby. My butt still hurt, and I was scared to go out on my own. I got out of bed, hoping Timmy, Tristen, or Tyler would wake up, but they didn't.

I walked out of the room, took a left and made my way down the hall. Since none of the rooms had doors, I hoped to find someone awake as I passed by. There were only lights along the bottom of the walls that allowed me to see clearly enough. I turned down one hall and then another, not knowing where I was going. I was so scared that I started running. Then the panic set in; I was having a hard time catching my breath. This always happens when I am scared; I hate it and can't control it. Another hall and then another, not sure where to turn or even find my way back. I tripped and came down hard on my knees, it hurt so much, and then I turned over to sit against the wall, and there was the pain in my butt. As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop myself from crying.

A boy who looked like he was eight with straight long brown hair came out and asked, "Are you ok?"

I just looked at him, shook my head and whispered, "No."

He ran back into his room and I heard him whisper, "Michael, Michael, wake up."

"What is it Aaron, are you ok?"

"I am fine, but there is a boy sitting in the hall outside our door, crying."

I heard movement inside the room, then this tall guy, maybe sixteen or seventeen, came out and looked down at me. He kneeled down and asked, "What's wrong buddy?" I was too upset to talk. He sat down next to me, "My name is Michael, and this is Aaron. Can you tell me your name?"

I now had hiccups but managed to get out, "B…B…Brian." I was still having a hard time breathing.

"It's ok, Brian, I got you, buddy. Can you tell me what happened?"

After about a minute or so, I managed to get myself under control enough to say, "I just had to go pee, but it's my first day and I can't remember how to get to the bathroom. I should have woken up Tyler, but I didn't want him to think I was a baby. Now everyone will know that I was, got lost and was found crying in the hall because I couldn't find the bathroom and tease me about it."

"Are you the Brian that got into the fight with that lowlife Kyle?" I nodded, yes. "Well, Brian, let me tell you a few things. First, you are not the first new boy to get lost in these halls at night, and you won't be the last. Second, you are our brother and we don't make fun of our brother's misfortunes. Third, no one knows about this but me and Aaron here, and we aren't talking. Right Aaron?

"You won't hear a word about it from me, I promise."

Michael said, "Ok, Aaron, head back to sleep and I will get Brian back to his room."

"Alright, Michael. Goodnight Brian, it was nice to meet you." He turned and crawled back into bed.

Michael stood me up and then stood himself. He was way taller than me, like six foot maybe. Red hair that was trimmed just over his ears, but with bangs that fell into his eyes. He was not muscular, but he looked pretty fit. He reached for my hand and we walked down the hall and into a bathroom.

"If you still need to go, let's get it taken care of." We both walked up to the urinals. I looked over and saw he had one of those things on his dick, but it was not a clear tube, like Tyler's. His was metal and had a metal tube going inside his pee hole. He pulled this little cap thing off and started to pee through the tube. Seeing him pee made me pee, and man, it felt good.

When we were both done and washing our hands, I asked, "Why does your DCU look different from Tyler's. Yours is metal and has that piece that goes into your dick."

"Well, Brian, you will learn more about this as time goes on, but within the Crossman, there are many different clans or groups. Even though we are all Crossman and our core beliefs are the same, each Clan has some beliefs that are different from others. As we go through life, we choose the Clan we are most comfortable with. My Clan believes that the urethra, or the pee hole, gives unbelievable pleasure when it is opened. The Metal piece is called a sound, and it stretches and opens the urethra. This is the third size sound I have had since I was twelve. I still have three more sizes to go."

"Don't it hurt?"

"When I go up a size, it is uncomfortable at first, but that passes quick. If you find me during daylight hours, I will answer all your questions. For now, let's get you back and into bed."

We walked around the corner and right into Tyler. "Brian, you had me scared to death; where were you?"

"I am sorry, Tyler, I had to pee and got lost. I was so scared and that is when Michael and Aaron found me."

Michael spoke up, "I found him outside my room, and he told me who his big brother was. We stopped by the bathroom, took care of business, and were just headed back."

Looking at the ground, "I am sorry, Tyler. I thought I could do it on my own and not wake you up like I was some sort of baby."

"Brian, I would never think of you that way just because you asked for help. That, my brother, is what I am here for. Donny would have had my head if I lost you on the first night." He said, smiling at me. He then got on a knee and gave me a hug and then a special kiss with tongue.

When he stood up, Michael got down on a knee and gave me a hug; then he also gave me a kiss with tongue. Let's just say I was not crying anymore. Two handsome boys kissed me. I was on cloud nine.

Tyler shook Michael's hand, "Thanks, bro, for bringing him back."

"Try not to lose him again, next time I am keeping the little cutie," Michael said with a laugh.

Tyler took my hand and led me back to our room. "Tomorrow, we will work on getting you more familiar with the building. I am so sorry for not doing it today. Please, Brian, if you are not sure about something, let me help you. That is the commitment I made to you and your brother."

"Ok, Tyler, I am sorry." He put me back under the covers and kissed me again and went to his bed. I had a lot to think about, but I was too tired and fell off to sleep quickly.

"Brian, Brian, wake up," Timmy said as he shook my shoulder.

I managed to open my eyes and look at the clock. It was five-thirty in the morning. "Leave me alone Timmy; I don't want to wake up."

Giggling, Timmy said, "Ok." Then all of a sudden, my blankets were yanked down, and I was attacked by two boys tickling me awake. I looked and saw Timmy and Tristen on top of me tickling my sides and laughing. I was also laughing, trying to get them to stop. My butt still hurt, and this was not helping. Tyler was just standing there laughing as well. "Stop, guys, please. I am going to pee the bed." That stopped them immediately.

Once I got control of myself, I got out of bed and headed for the door. I stopped, looked back into the room while holding my dick to keep from peeing and said, "Well, is someone going to show me where it is?"

Timmy ran up to me and said, "If you give me a good morning kiss, I might." He giggled.

He put his lips to mine and gave me a kiss. It was different from Tyler's. Maybe because I think of Timmy as a friend, and Tyler, even though I know he is a boy, he is closer to being a man. As soon as Timmy backed off smiling, he took my hand and we headed right out of the door, to the hallway just after the Cunt Cleaning Room and took another right. About halfway down the hall was the bathroom on the right. I made it just in time.

When I finished and washed my hands, I followed Timmy back to the Cunt Cleaning Room. We walked in and saw two empty tables at the end. Tyler was in the process of giving Tristen his cleaning as Timmy and I positioned ourselves at the empty tables. I thought it was strange how there were not more boys here, considering we were all supposed to be clean before breakfast. I found out later that there are six of these rooms spread out on this floor and one on the second floor.

An older boy came up behind Timmy and ran his fingers across Timmy's cunt. Timmy shivered a little, "Come on Jr; you know that I am sensitive there." Timmy said with a smile.

"Of course, I know; why else would I do it?" Jr laughed. I watched as Jr removed the small nozzle that was on the end of the hose and put on a bigger one. He filled up the bag and hung it up. He put lube on the nozzle and some on Timmy's cunt and inserted it. Timmy's eyes rolled back in his head as Jr turned the valve and walked away.

Tyler came up to me and gave me a kiss. "Don't do that, I am mad at you," I said.

Tyler looked surprised, "Me, what did I do?"

"You let them tickle torture me and you just stood there watching."

I heard both Timmy and Tristen giggling. "I was told by Donny that I was expected to tickle torture you as much as possible."

"Yeah, goofball, you were supposed to, not everyone." I was trying hard to keep from laughing.

"Are you sure? I am not sure that he only meant me. Let's call him, oh wait, we can't call him. Well, until I get some clarification, I am afraid that the tortures will have to continue; I am sorry, bud, I can't take the chance of letting Donny down. If I am wrong, I will certainly owe you an apology." He said, smiling and moving his eyebrows up and down.

I lost it and started laughing. "That's not fair, by then it will be too late, and I will be tortured to death."

He was filling up the bag with the soapy water. "Well, that is a chance I will have to take."

He was smiling as he hung the bag. He used the same nozzle that he used yesterday, and after setting the table, he inserted it in me and started the water flowing; he went back to Tristen and pulled his nozzle out of his cunt and lowered the table. Tristen stood up and stretched and even walked around for a little bit before sitting on the toilet. Tyler was right; it really stank in here, even with the big fans on.

I only had to have four cleanings this time to come out clear. After cleanup and my shower, I walked back to the room and got my toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush before heading back to the bathroom now that I know where it is. I brushed my teeth and my hair and went back to my room. By this time, everyone was back, making their beds and packing up their backpacks. I put my toothbrush away and made my bed. Timmy showed me my schedule and what I had to bring with me to the gym, which was the first period. Then he showed me the map I had been given of the school and where all of my classes would be. We got our robes from our closets along with our shoes and socks. I followed Timmy down the stairs and into our common room. We all got dressed and Tyler looked the three of us over.

"You boys are looking so handsome this morning. I want you all to have a good day, and Brian, if you need me for anything, just tell your teacher and he will get me." I nodded that I understood, and we walked out of the house and over to the dining room.

We went to our usual line, grabbed our trays and silverware, and chose our breakfast. I had bacon and eggs with toast and orange juice. At the end of the line, the man put the cup with the lid on my tray. "Thank you, Sir, I hope you have a great day."

When we sat at the table, yes, it hurt, but not as bad as yesterday. Now it was just a throbbing pain more than anything. I drank my golden water first; today it was warm. It still didn't taste great, but I guess I was getting used to it. I saw Owen and Bobby heading to their table and Owen waved at me, almost dropping his tray.

Tyler saw it and said, "You need to be real careful with Owen, Brian. He is shy and lonely, and you have become very important to him. Make sure you are the kind of friend that a Crossman should be."

"I don't understand why being my friend is so important to him. No one else ever wanted to be my friend."

"Hey," Timmy said before he hit me hard on my arm.

"I meant except for you."

Tyler got this serious look on his face, "Brian, Owen is the same way. Remember what he said yesterday? He felt that since no one liked him, everyone would be ok with the way Kyle was treating him. That is why he tried to kill himself. I know this is a lot to ask of you, but I expect you to be the kind of friend that he needs you to be. Whatever you do, don't get mad at him. If there is an issue, come to me and between me, you, and Bobby, we will find a way to deal with it. Ok?"

"Ok, Tyler. I can't think of any issues I would have with him; he is my friend."

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear."

The men were coming around with carts to clean up, when Timmy grabbed my arm and said, "Time to get going."

Tyler said, "Have a great day, boys, and I will see you at lunch."

We left the dining room and Timmy and I headed over to the gym. Using our fingerprints, we entered the Crossman locker room. There were already three other boys there. They were sitting naked with their gym clothes beside them. I took my clothes out of my backpack and laid them on the bench. I opened my closet and stripped out of my robe, shoes, and socks. I was just about to put my gym clothes on when Timmy stopped me.

"Stop, Brian; you can't dress until after inspection."

"What inspection?"

"Mr. Price, the gym teacher, inspects us before we can get dressed."

Just then, five other boys came in and stripped. Everyone was talking when the door from the inner hallway opened and in stepped this huge mountain of a man. He was black, at least six and a half feet tall, and he had muscles on top of muscles. I hadn't been around very many black people, although there are a number of them within the student body.

All of the boys stood, put their hands as far up the locker as they could get them, forehead against the locker, feet back away from the locker, and legs spread wide. I followed suit and waited for what came next.

He walked up to the first boy and said, "Chris, your dad just invited me to your caging on Saturday. I can't believe you are twelve already. I hear it will be a sounding cage, you know I was there when your brother got his."

"Yes, Sir, I remember. It was the first time you mounted me. I am very excited that you will be there."

He went from boy to boy, talking to them and feeling their bodies and cunts. When he got to me, he said, "You must be Brian Burke. I can tell by the black and blue of your butt. Are you going to be ok to participate in class today?"

"Yes, Sir, I don't think I will have too much pain. It feels a lot better than it did yesterday."

"Good to hear, but no one will be mad at you if you need to stop. I don't believe in paddling boys, and I have told the Headmaster that on many occasions. You have a beautiful ass that is made for mounting, not beating."

I was not sure what to say. He was rubbing all over my body and even over my cunt. I finally managed to say, "Thank you Sir."

"You know, boy, I am on your schedule for next Friday night. I can't wait to mount that cunt boy."

"Yes, Sir."

He went on to Timmy, and then the boy next to him. Talking and feeling. I was so scared of him mounting me; I started shaking. When he left the room, everyone started getting dressed.

Timmy looked over at me and saw me shaking. He dropped his shorts and asked, "Brian, what's wrong?"

I was shaking so bad I dropped to my knees facing the closet. Everyone came over to me to see what was wrong.

Timmy wrapped me in a hug and asked, "Please, Brian, what's wrong? Please tell me, do I need to get Tyler?"

"No, please don't get Tyler." I looked at him and said, "Maybe I can't do this. He is so big, and I know it will hurt so much when he mounts me. Timmy, I don't know what to do." I was breathing heavily and sweating. Timmy just hugged me tighter.

A boy of maybe twelve or thirteen, blonde, green eyes, and a clear DCU came over to me. "Hi Brian, I'm Stan. I am like you; I was not born a Crossman. Last year, my mom married one and he adopted me after he made sure we understood what was expected of me. They shaved what little hair I had on my body and put the DCU on me. Then, as embarrassing as it was, my mom taught me how to properly use my mouth to service his cock. The next day my new dad mounted me in front of my mom and other members of his family. It hurt a lot, I cried and screamed. It was that way for about the first three times, but after that, it got to feel better and better. Now I love it so much."

"But the Coach, he is so big and tough, he scares me."

Chris spoke up, "Brian, my dad mounted me for the first time when I was eight. Yes, it hurt like crazy, but I knew from my brothers that it was ok, and it pleases the men, so that's what's important. As for the Coach, he seems mean in class and just the way he carries himself can be really scary, but he is really a great guy. When he mounted me for the first time, he knew it would hurt, so he was real gentle with me, and now I try to get him to mount me as much as I can.

"Really?" My breathing started to slow.

"Look around you, Brian, every Cboy in this school with the exception of the first, second, and third graders have been mounted, and we are all ok. Trust me, Brian, I won't let anyone do anything bad to you." Said Timmy.

The guys helped me up and we got dressed and headed out to the gym. I was still not sure about this whole mounting thing, but I sure liked the sucking on men's cocks' thing. Gym went by quickly; we played tag and capture the flag. For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged, not some weird kid who no one wants to be around. The guys from the other houses were great and welcomed me to the school.

We showered and changed back into our school clothes and headed out. I had history with Mr. Michaels, and it was so much fun, way better than my old school. At my old school, no one would talk to me. Here, all the other kids were so nice. I thought I was going to be the youngest kid in the class, but as crazy as it sounds, Aaron was in my class and he is only eight. He is mega smart, and we had such a good time teaming up for one of Mr. Michaels's games.

Everyone knew I was a Crossman, and Aaron said everyone knew that we were naked under our robes and didn't care. He told me that a lot of boys that are not even Crossman are naked under their robes. He said that the dress code really only required the robe, shoes, and socks. The shirt, shorts, and underwear were all listed as optional. I thought that was so cool.

I loved all my classes that morning and made my way to the dining room at lunch. Timmy was waiting for me at the door. We walked in and headed to our line. We chose what we wanted for lunch and once our golden water was on our trays, we made our way to the table.

Tyler was already at the table when we sat down. "Hey boys, how were your morning classes?"

"The same as always, but I got an A on my math quiz," Timmy replied with pride.

"Good going Timmy, I told you that you could do it. I am so proud of you, little bro. How about you, Brian, how is your day going?"

"I had a small meltdown in the locker room in the gym this morning; aside from that, everything was great!"

"What happened in the locker room?"

Timmy jumped in before I could answer, "It's a Crossman thing Tyler."

"What's a Crossman thing mean?" I asked.

"A Crossman thing means that it is something we don't talk about here. We will talk about it tonight at the house."

"There really isn't anything to talk about. I am fine now, and the other guys helped me through it."

"I am happy to hear it, but I still need to know. Moving past that, tell me about your classes."

"They were so much better than my old school. During gym, I would hide, so I didn't have to face the embarrassment of being chosen last and getting picked on for it. Today Mr. Price chose the teams, and we had fun. We joked with each other, but no one was mean about it."

"I told you, Brian, this school is so different from any other school. The rich kids that come in all high and mighty are taught that everyone deserves respect. They learn to give it if they want to get it in return."

"I guess, but my other classes were great too. In history class, I partnered with Aaron from last night. We stomped the other teams in the game we played, and no one took it personally. Mr. Michaels is so much fun. My next class was math, and for once, it was hard. Not too hard, but it required me to take some time to work out some of the calculus problems. Not even Donny is doing calculus and he is in the seventh grade. My next class was Spanish. I have never tried to study a foreign language before, but I think I can do it."

"I bet you can too. I am proud of you, Brian. I think you are going to be very successful here."

"I was surprised when I went into my Spanish class and met Mrs. Garcia; I thought there were only male teachers here."

"No, there are about ten female teachers here, and all of them are Crossman."

Feeling stupid, I said, "I thought only men were Crossman." Everyone laughed, which made me feel even more stupid. "Never mind," I said, feeling a bit angry as if they were teasing me.

Before I knew what was happening, Brendon was behind me with his arms around me, squeezing. He whispered in my ear, "Take a deep breath, Brian, no one is teasing you. You asked a reasonable question for someone who just became a Crossman. Of course, there are women Crossman, we all have mothers and some even have sisters. They were not teasing you; in fact, I am sure some of them thought you were joking." I guess he felt me relax because he released me.

Tyler was surprised, "How did you know he was getting mad? I was looking right at him and didn't see it.

Brendon said, "He has a tell. I saw it the day that he beat down Kyle, but I was too mad to understand it. When he is mad, nothing about him changes except for his hands." Like everyone else, I was looking at my hands.

"What about his hands?' Timmy asked.

"When he is getting very mad, he gets real quiet, but he makes fists so tight that his knuckles turn white. When Kyle was messing with Timmy, that is what I saw, but didn't understand it at the time."

Tyler put his hand on mine and said, "Brian, I know you had a hard time in your old school, but you have to get that anger under control. We are a family and we joke around; you need to learn to take it as a joke and not as an attack."

"I am sorry, I didn't even feel like I was really mad. Thanks, Brendon, for helping me."

"Anytime, little bro."

Timmy stood up, grabbed his backpack, and left without saying a word. "Where is Timmy going?" I asked.

Tyler looked at me a bit annoyed, "Brian, I know that having friends is all new to you, but you have to know that the things you do, even unintentionally, will have an effect on them. Timmy, I imagine, is feeling quite hurt right now. He is upset that you would think he would be mean and tease you in a way that would make you that mad."

I started panicking, thinking I was losing my best friend. I started having a hard time breathing and sweating. That's when I felt someone's arms around me again.

"Brian, listen to my voice." He spoke softly in my ear. "I want you to just listen to me and breathe in… and out… and in… and out… and in… and out." My breathing and my heart started to slow as I listened to his voice.

Once I was calm, I looked behind me, thinking it was Brendon again, but it wasn't. It was a boy that looked to be about twelve. I had never seen him before. "Thank you; sometimes they make me so dizzy I pass out."

"I know, my little brother gets them a lot. They are called panic attacks. He mostly gets them when he is scared." He held out his hand and said, "My name is Patrick. I was passing by and saw what was happening. You ok now?"

I shook his hand. Still feeling a bit confused, I said, "Not at all; I think I just lost my best friend."

For the second time in my life, I felt like curling up into a ball and dying. Both times when I thought I lost my best friend. First with Donny and now with Timmy. I grabbed my backpack, stood, and left the table without saying another word.

I went outside and was not sure what to do now. I wanted to go back to my room and crawl in my closet and cry myself to sleep, but I am tired of crying. Instead, I found a quiet bench and just looked at the sky, wondering if I was ever going to have and keep a friend. The bell rang, and after looking at my map to be sure, I went to my next class.

I walked into a room filled with computers. On both long walls was a line of desktop computers with two monitors each. Then on the tables that ran the center of the room were computers that were open and torn apart. The teacher, Mr. Cohen, told me which seat to take, then explained that we are learning about computer codes, software, and hardware. I have never had much of an interest in computers before, but this is just too cool. Then it was on to drama, the only class I was not looking forward to.

I went into the auditorium and there at the front were about fifteen boys and another lady teacher. All the boys looked to be my age instead of the mixture I have seen in my other classes. I went up and introduced myself. She smiled real big and said, "I am so excited to finally meet you, I have heard so much about you; I feel like I know you."

"I don't understand; I only arrived yesterday; how do you know about me?"

She laughed and said, "I am sorry, I forgot to introduce myself to you. I am Mrs. Walters; my husband was your math teacher at your old school."

To say I was surprised would have been an understatement. I jumped up and wrapped her in a hug, "I am so happy to meet you. Mr. Walters talked about you all the time too. Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course."

"He was my favorite teacher, and he also ratted me out and got me sent here."

"You know, Brian; I think it was after your first quiz in his class that he knew you were faking your test scores. He would say, "That boy may be fooling all the other teachers, but not me. I will find a way to catch him, but it won't be easy; he is very smart." He must have said that to me at least twice a week, and when he finally caught you, he was dancing around the house," she said laughing.

I was giggling, trying to picture Mr. Walters dancing around the house. "I know it has only been a few days since I last saw him, but I miss him very much."

"I know he misses you, as well. I can't wait to tell him you are in my class. Is it true that the rest of your family is out of the country?"

"Yes, and it has only been twenty-four hours since I last saw them, and I already miss them so much."

"I bet you do." Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "After your mounting, we will try to arrange for you to come to spend the weekend with us." I was shocked; how did she know about the mounting? I guess she saw my reaction and said, "We are Crossman, Brian. My parents were Crossman and so were my husband's."

Just then, Owen came into my line of sight and waved. I called him over. "Owen, this is Mrs. Walters. Her husband is my most favorite teacher in the whole world."

Mrs. Walters held out her hand, "It is very nice to meet you, Owen. I know Brian is new here, but what brought you to my class after the start of term?"

"My mean big brother Bobby is making me do it."

I stepped in, "Owen and I have a connection and we are friends. Our big brothers thought we would be good for each other, and that drama would help us become more confident, I guess. We didn't get much say in it."

"Owen, are you in Crossman House as well?"

"No, mam, I am in Ashton House, but I wish I was in Crossman house, though."

"Well, let's see if we can make this class that was forced upon you enjoyable." She called the class to order,

"Ok, boys, in two weeks, we have the production of 'Grease' being put on by the ninth-grade class. Then we go into the production of a musical called 'Music Man' for your class. Over the next week and a half, we will be practicing in order to audition for the parts. Here is the script; break off into small groups and read it over. I have to do some last-minute checks on my other show."

Owen and I went off into a corner. We talked while we pretended to look at the script. He asked, "What's wrong, Brian, you look kinda sad?"

"I messed up pretty good at lunch." I went on to tell him what happened and how I lost Timmy as my friend.

"You're off your rocker; there is no way you lost Timmy as your friend. I get why he is mad; I would be too. I was actually surprised you wanted to be my friend after I got mad about you for teasing me, to find out you weren't. Then you tried to get my attention so you could correct the misunderstanding, I thought you were going to hit me, but you forgave me, didn't you?"

"Of course, but I am not sure Timmy will ever forgive me or not be afraid of me getting mad like that again."

"I bet Timmy already has forgiven you. You and I don't know each other well, but you, me, and Timmy are a lot alike. We don't have a lot of friends, we are kinda quiet, and we are afraid of things. I have only talked to Timmy a few times, but he was the only one I thought of when I wanted to tell someone what was happening to me. He just seemed like he would have understood."

"Timmy is a great guy, and he would have helped you for sure. He helped me become a Crossman by getting the Headmaster to listen to me."

"Wait a second; you were not a Crossman before coming here?"

"No, I had only learned about the Crossman a week before I came here the first time." I went on to tell him my story, minus the sex stuff.

"Man, I wish I was a Crossman?"

"Why?"

"Never mind, you will hate me and not want to be my friend."

"That's crazy, I am your friend, and nothing will change that."

"Well… Everyone here is pretty sure that you guys have sex with men."

"I think that people make up a lot of things to try to explain stuff that they don't understand. Why would you want to be a Crossman if you think we do that?"

"Never mind."

"Look at me. Is it because of what Kyle did to you?"

"No, you promise you won't hate me or tell anyone?" I nodded yes. "My daddy taught me how to do things with his thingy, and I really liked it. I know you think I am sick, and I will leave you alone now."

I grabbed his arm as he stood up. "I don't think you are sick; I guess I think that is cool if you really wanted to do it."

We talked for a little while about different things. I promised I would not tell anyone what he told me but wondered if I should tell Tyler.

When class was over, I made my way back over to the main building and to my last class of the day, English. It was ok, but it was not my favorite subject at all. When the bell rang, I was supposed to go to dinner, but I wasn't hungry, so I went back to the house. It was empty, so I took off my clothes, went up to my room, hung up my robe, put my shoes away and my socks in the dirty clothes hamper. I figured I would look at the books I got for my classes later, so I left my backpack on my bed. I went to the second floor to find the library and something to read. I found a John Grisham book that I wanted to read. I was about to sit in a chair when I saw a red beanbag chair in the corner. I have always wanted to sit in one, so I did, it was great.

I was reading for a while when I started hearing people in the building. I finished the chapter I was working on and headed up to my room. When I got there, Timmy was pacing back and forth.

When he saw me, he got right in my face, "Where were you, why weren't you are dinner? You had us all worried; we thought you ran off. Brad had to go to the kitchen office to check the computer and see if you left the grounds. He saw you checked in at the house and hadn't left." He said all of this in one breath and he was mad.

"I wasn't hungry, and what do you care? You hate me anyway." I would like to say that I was louder than I meant to be, but I wasn't.

Timmy took in a deep breath as if I just hit him in the gut. "Hate you? I could never hate you. I might not have liked you at lunch, and I am not much liking you now, but I certainly don't hate you."

"Yes, you do, or you would not have left me like that when I needed you to be my friend."

Tyler walked back into the room right then. I could tell he was mad. "Brian, you follow me, now," He said angrily as he left the room.

I followed him down to the second floor into a room with a thick door and padding all over the walls. Once I was inside, he closed the door and let me have it.

"Who do you think you are? I don't care if you are not hungry, you either show up for meals or you send word that you won't be there. If Brad had not located you in the system, letting us know you were here, we would have all given up our dinner and started searching the school for you.

"I am sorry; I didn't know. I just couldn't face Timmy knowing he hated me."

"Knock off the pity party Brian; it is getting old. The only reason you are not in the middle of the common room getting your butt paddled again is that the guys made me promise that I would not report it this time. I am not someone that gets mad, but you have really made me mad this time, boy."

"Then kick me out if everyone hates me. I can't do anything right anyway."

"Ok, I will talk to the Headmaster in the morning. I am curious, though, where will you go. Your family is nine thousand miles away, and you want nothing to do with your new family, so where will you go?"

"I will live with my math teacher from my old school."

"Ok, for the sake of argument, let's say he is willing, and your parents approve it; that will put you right back in the school where you were all alone. Only now you won't even have Donny to be there for you." With that said, he left.

I curled into a ball in the corner. I felt like crying, but I was just too mad to cry. He was right; I now have nothing. I would have hated going with my family, but at least I would have been with them. I wish Donny were here to tell me what to do.

Just then, the door opened and in came Timmy. Tears were streaming down his face. "Why, Brian, if you didn't want to be my friend, you shouldn't have made me think that you did. It isn't fair."

"What are you talking about? I wanted to be your friend since the day I met you. You are the one who hates me and doesn't want to be my friend anymore."

"Why, because I was mad at you at lunch? We are friends; we will get mad at each other, which doesn't mean I hate you. As I said in our room, there may be times that we don't like each other, but that won't stop us from being best friends."

I sat up and looked at Timmy, "You mean you still want to be my friend?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter; Tyler said you wanted to leave."

"I am not sure anyone wants me around anymore. You are mad at me, all the guys whose dinner I ruined are mad at me, and Tyler said he was going to the Headmaster in the morning."

"What that means is that you have until morning to get your head out of your butt. If he wanted you out, he could do it now. As for the rest of the guys, by morning, they will have all moved past it."

"Do you think so?"

"Yes, but if you are going to stay, you have to do four things. First is to give me a hug, so we can put this all behind us. Second, is to apologize to Tyler for being a jerk. Third, is to get to the CCR and get cleaned out. Forth, don't be late for your class."

"What class? I don't have any more school today?"

"Not a school class, a Crossman class. Trust me; you don't want to miss it."

I stood up and gave Timmy the biggest hug ever, and we even kissed. Then we went upstairs to our room. Tyler was reading a book on his bed.

"Tyler, can I talk to you."

"Yes, what is it?" I could tell he was still mad.

"Tyler, I am sorry about talking to you the way that I did and making you worry about me at dinner. I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted to be alone, so I went to the library on the second floor as we talked about. Please don't make me leave; I want to stay if you are not too mad at me. If you want me out of your room, I will go. Please don't make me leave." I couldn't hold back the tears this time.

Tyler sat up and pulled me into a hug. "No, Brian, I won't make you leave the school or our room. I forgive you this time."

"Will I have to take another paddling?"

"No, this incident will stay in-house this time. I am not sure I would be able to keep it from the Headmaster if it happens again."

"It won't, I promise."

"Ok then, let's get the three sexist cunts in the building cleaned out. Timmy and Tristen, you both have appointments, and Brian, you have a class."

We all went to the CCR and took the last three tables. We all got on the tables and were put in the position. Timmy was on the left and Tristen was on the right. I noticed that Tyler was putting the next size nozzle on my bag. It was only a little bigger than the one this morning. It was a little more uncomfortable but didn't hurt.

While Tyler took care of Timmy and me, JR from this morning was doing Tristen's. Once we were all filling up, I asked what this 'Service Class' was about.

Tristen said, "You will probably be the oldest one in the class. It is mostly for the second and third graders who are new to service men that aren't their family members."

Then Tim said, "None of the boys in the service class have been mounted yet either."

"That's true, I forgot." Said Tristen.

"I have talked to other guys that said they were mounted at eight, so why aren't these guys?"

"There is not a hard rule on it, but my family and most Crossman never get mounted before the ninth birthday," Said Tyler. "The service class is there to help you understand that there is more to pleasing a man's cock than just putting it in your mouth or cunt."

"Really, what more can there be?" I asked.

Giggling, Timmy said, "You tell us tonight when your finish."

I was clean with only three washouts, then a shower. Tyler took me down to the first floor and into a big room that looked like it was twice the size as the common room. I should have realized that what I had seen of the first floor was not as big as the upper floors. There were ten men naked sitting in chairs, reading. Tyler took me up to another lady teacher. Only this one was naked, just like us.

Tyler said, "Hey mom, I want you to meet Brian, the boy I told you about. Brian, this is my mom, Mrs. Pritchard."

"Well, hello, Brian, my son has told me wonderful things about you."

Looking down, I said, "Then you haven't talked to him tonight."

"What happened tonight?"

"House business, mom," Tyler said, letting me know that I was to let it go.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Pritchard, it is nice to meet you. Are you really teaching us how to service men?"

"Yes, I am Brian. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"A little I guess, with you being naked and all, but a lot that I didn't expect has happened in the last thirty hours."

"I am sure, but don't be embarrassed. Crossman women are the same as you when it comes to sex. Crossman women only wear skirts with no panties so that men have easy access. The men rule the Crossman, and women and children take care of them. I am the one who taught Tyler and both of his brothers how to service their father."

"Really?" I asked, looking at Tyler.

"Of course, my mom was servicing her dad and my dad way before I was born. Who would know better how to please him?"

"I guess that makes sense."

"Brian, come with me." She took my hand and led me over to this man, who looked like he was maybe forty. He had a bit of a belly, no facial hair, black hair, bright blue eyes, nice balls, with a five-inch soft cut cock on top of them.

"Mr. Butler, I would like you to meet Brian. He is nine years old, and he has sucked a few cocks but has not been mounted. He will be mounted for the first time next week. He just joined the Crossman and has only been with us for two days. This will be his first service class. I will leave you two to get to know each other before class starts." She walked away, leaving me with this stranger.

He held out his hand and said, "It's nice to meet you, Brian. Would you please display for me?"

"Yes, Sir." I put my hands behind my head, spread my feet apart and looked straight ahead.

He ran his hands over every part of my body. He squeezed my dick, which was not a big deal, but when he squeezed my balls, it hurt a lot. I stood still even though I wanted to cry out. "Your dick is small and doesn't have a lot of feeling in it, but your balls are overly sensitive. Do you like it when your junk is played with?"

"No, Sir. I don't have a lot of feeling in my dick, and I hate my balls. They are growing and my dick isn't. It's just another ugly part of my body."

"I may agree that your junk is not very appealing, but the rest of you is damn sexy. I don't understand; what don't you like?"

"My belly and my butt are too big. I got teased a lot about it at my old school."

He pulled me onto his lap. "Now listen to me, Brian, the only reason you are upset about your body, is that stupid kids at your old school couldn't see how beautiful you really are. Your tummy is just perfect, and your butt is amazing," He said as he put his hand behind my head and pulled me into a kiss, with tongue. I had only kissed Tyler and Michael this way, but this was different. The other kisses were gentle and loving, this one was harder, and he was in control, not me. Maybe something is wrong with me, but I really liked it.

I am not sure how long we were kissing when Mrs. Pritchard said, "Hello everyone, we are going to start class now. I want to thank all the men here tonight for coming. I know it was not what you wanted to do tonight," She said sarcastically. That got a big laugh from all the men. "Ok boys, give your man a nice kiss for helping you with your training." I looked around and saw all the other boys giving special kisses to their men. Mr. Butler grabbed my head and pulled me into another kiss. "Very good boys, now where do you belong?"

I watched all the boys drop to their knees between the men's legs. Looking around, I was surprised to see such little kids between men's legs, but there was no mistaking the looks of excitement they had on their faces as they kneeled there. I was so intrigued by what was happening that I forgot to kneel. I felt Mr. Butler's hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I got between his legs and stared at his cock and balls. I felt my mouth start to water, waiting for permission to suck his cock.

"How many of you boys want to taste the wonderful cock in front of you? Raise your hand." We all raised our hands. "Very good boys, that should be your first thought, but tonight it is all about learning about cocks. You will end up sucking your man to completion, but you need to get to know your man's cock first. There will be a test at the end of this class."

I wondered what kind of test we would be having. "Ok, boys, for the next ten to fifteen minutes, I want you to study, touch, smell, and taste your man's cock. Use your tongue, not your mouth; this is a study of a man's cock and balls. Don't be afraid to get your nose into his crotch and study his smell and be ready to describe it clearly. You will tell me how you compare it to your fathers, uncles, or your grandfathers. Brian, I know you serviced a man last night, tell me how he compares to him. If your man has a mole, you should be able to tell me about it. When I call time, there should be nothing you can't tell me about his wonderful cock. There are pencils and paper under the chair. Begin."

I looked and Mr. Butler and he gave me a nod. I started the way I was taught and pulled his cock and balls to the right with my right hand. Then I buried my nose deep in his crotch and I took ten deep breaths, holding it in for ten seconds before letting it out. I loved the way he smelled and almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing. I picked up my pencil and paper and noted what I smelled and how it was different from the man last night. Next, I moved his cock so I could examine his balls, which I did in great detail. Once I was done writing down what I found, I moved on to his cock.

Just then, I heard a boy ask a question. I turned to see Aaron with his hand up. "Mrs. Walter, can we lick up the pre?"

"Of course, boys. Nothing that comes out of a man's cock should be wasted."

I am so stupid; I just figured out what golden water was. I have been drinking pee at every meal. Putting that to the back of my mind till later, when I talk to Tyler, I licked the large amount of pre off of Mr. Butler's cockhead and balls; it tasted so good. I wrote down what I learned about his pre and then went on to inspect his wonderful cock. From the piss slit to the crown and along the shaft. I licked it all around and wrote down what I saw and tasted.

"Ok, boys, times up." All the boys moaned their dissatisfaction at being made to stop. "I know, I know, you all want to spend more time with your man's cocks and get your reward. We are going to talk for a bit; then you can do what you want to do so bad." All the men and the teacher laughed at that. "Who wants to tell me about something they found?" One little seven-year-old named Travis raised his hand. "Ok, Travis, what did you find?

"My man gave me lots of pre and it tasted real good. It was salty but sweet."

"Very good, Travis. Why is a pre so important for a boy?"

"Because pre helps lubricate my throat so that his cock slides in easier and doesn't hurt me. I won't have my mounting for one year and two hundred and three days, but it helps lubricate a boy's cunt, so the man doesn't have to use as much of the slippery stuff in the tube," Everyone laughed at the sweet boy's counting of the days till his mounting.

"Correct, Travis. Have you been taught to take a man's cock into your throat?

"Oh yes, mam, it took a while, but my dad and uncles have taught me."

"Good, I am so happy to hear that you are taking care of your family." Over the next thirty minutes, every boy told what they found during the inspection of their man. "Brian, anything catch your attention?"

"Yes, mam, I noticed that his pee hole is really big. When I licked out his pre, my tongue went in a little. When that happened, he really liked it." I can't believe that I was openly talking about this without turning red.

"Very good Brian, any idea why his pee hole is so big?"

"I am not sure, but I think it has to do with… with… the DCU that has the tube going in the pee hole."

"Do you know what it is called?"

"I think Michael called it a sound. He said there were six sizes."

"Very good, Brian. Ok, boys, I think the men have been patient enough. You may finish up and get your reward."

Within seconds, I could hear the sounds of nine boys slurping the cocks of nine men. My eyes were locked on Mr. Butler's eyes. Mrs. Walters asked me, "Brian, why haven't you started servicing your man?"

Without taking my eyes from Mr. Butlers, I said, "Because he has not given me permission yet."

"What do you mean?"

I heard the slurping from the boys and the moaning from the men stop. "A Cboys place it to serve and obey men. He gave me permission for the inspection, but not the sucking of his cock." Mr. Butler smiled.

Mrs. Pritchard laughed and said, "Very good, Brian, you have been listening to your training. I am very proud of you." Then looking around the room, she said, "How many of you had the permission of your man to suck his cock?" Only Aaron raised his hand. When Mrs. Pritchard looked to the man he was servicing, the man nodded his head. "So, for you boys who proceeded without permission, you were wrong. You were doing it because you want to get your reward. The issue here is that you forgot you are there for the pleasure of the man, not the other way around. Now, wait for permission and start again."

I waited for Mr. Butler to give me permission. He nodded at me and I started licking his cock and getting it wet. He said, "Brian, I will be going into your throat, so collect as much pre in your mouth as you can and hold it there until I enter your throat."

I was a little nervous about it, but I wanted to please him so much. I took him into my mouth and collected his pre and I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. After a few minutes, my mouth was getting full and I fought the urge to swallow.

In a calm, quiet voice, Mr. Butler said, "Brian, I am going to put my hand behind your head so that I can help you accept me into your throat. I am going to touch the entrance three times, and then on the fourth, I will enter your throat. Make sure you take a deep breath through your nose after the third. When I do that, I want you to start swallowing so it will enter you easier. Are you ok with that?"

I nodded my head, and he put his hands behind my head and guided me down and then back up. He did it three times and on the fourth time, I took a deep breath and started swallowing. He entered my throat just a little and pulled back. "Are you ok, Brian?"

I nodded my head yes and he did it again, this time going in a little deeper. After the fifth time, he pushed my nose into his pubes and held me there. "You are doing great, Brian. When I pull out, I want you to take a deep breath and we will work a rhythm together. I will go slowly at first and every two times I will pull out far enough to allow you to breathe. When you are ready for every three times, just hold up three fingers, ok?"

I held up the ok sign with my fingers as the Doctor taught me, and we were off. It did hurt; my throat was on fire like in the Doctor's office with his finger, only worse. I was not going to stop him, though, I wanted this too much. After about five times with the two in and breathe, I felt like I could do three. I held up three fingers and it was ok we had a rhythm going. After another five, I held up four fingers. This felt right; I didn't think I could do more than that. This went on for what seemed like hours but was only about five minutes.

I heard him moaning and then he said, "I am close baby… here… it… CCUUUMMMMSSSS!!!!"

I felt him shoot three times in my throat and pulled against his hands so I could catch some in my mouth to taste it. He let go of my head and I pulled back, so only the head was in my mouth. I savored the wonderful flavor of his cum. I only swallowed enough so I would not lose any.

When he finished, he pulled out and smiled down at me. "Open your mouth and show me what you have." I smiled and tilted my head back so I would not lose any and opened wide. "There is nothing more beautiful than a boy with a mouth full of cum, Except maybe a face full." He laughed. "Ok, boy, you have my permission to swallow."

I gulped it down and leaned forward to make sure there was no cum left on or in his cock. "Thank you, Sir, that was wonderful." I stood up to see some of the boys watching me. I got a little embarrassed but felt good about what I did.

"You were wonderful Brian, thank you so much. You are going to be a man-pleaser for sure."

I looked over to see Tyler sitting in a chair with his legs spread and his mom licking his balls. I could not believe what I was seeing. Tyler tapped her on her shoulder, and she stood up. None of the other boys looked surprised by this.

"Ok, boys, you have free time for ten minutes to talk amongst yourselves."

Aaron and a few of the other boys came up to me. Aaron said, "That was awesome; who taught you to deep throat?"

"No one; that was the first time I have ever done it."

Aaron said, "Seriously? How were you able to get it down then without gagging?"

"The Doctor said that I have no gag reflex, whatever that is."

Travis spoke up, "Since you just became a Crossman, you had to gag the first time you tasted golden water, right.

"No, is just tasted bad and I didn't like it, but it didn't make me gag. Can I ask you guys a question without you making fun of me?"

They all said, "Sure" At the same time.

"Is golden water what I think it is?"

A boy named Joey said, "If you think that it is pee, then it is what you think it is."

"I have been drinking pee; why?"

Aaron said, "Anything that comes from a man's cock is good for you. You have not been trained to drink it right from a man's cock yet?"

"No, will I have to do that?"

"Sure," They all said, smiling.

Travis said, "Most men have to pee after they cum; you wouldn't expect them to get out of bed for it, would ya?"

I was not comfortable with this at all. Aaron said, "We forget you were not raised as one of us. Where does your family live?"

"They are nine thousand miles away in another country," I said sadly.

"So here is the thing, Brian, unless you want to stay at the school all the time, you have to learn how to deal with everything that we do. What I mean is, say you want to spend the weekend at my house with me. You will have to follow all the same rules that my family has for me. You will suck off any man that tells you to, and that often ends with pee. Once you are mounted, then anyone at my house can mount you at any time. I hope you learn to like it all here because I would love for you to come to my mounting party in two weeks."

"There is a party for your mounting?"

"Sure, it is a celebration of my next step, where I will service men completely. I am so excited. Your mounting party is Wednesday; my dad already got the invite."

"Do you know where it will be?"

"Of course, the party will be right here. Since you don't have a house to do it in, you will get mounted in that back room there." He said, pointing to a room with no door.

"Won't people see it happening to me?" I was starting to worry again.

"No, silly, there is a wall that blocks anyone from seeing in."

Joey said, smiling, "They won't see you, but everyone will hear you. You losing your cherry is painful; every one of us will go through it. However, it is mostly about you giving yourself over to them and accepting your place at their feet. The screaming, crying and begging to keep your cherry, and then the point when you accept its loss is when you are truly one of us.

I felt myself start panicking, breathing hard and sweating. I felt arms come around me from the back and pull me to a sitting position on his lap. "I got you, Brian." I knew it was Tyler. "Breathe buddy, breathe in… and out… and in… and out… and in… and out." I was starting to get back under control and realized everyone was staring at me.

Chapter 10
Brian's Big Surprise

Once my breathing got back to normal, I looked around, expecting to see boys laughing at me. Instead, I saw a look of concern on their faces. Aaron asked, "Are you ok, Brian?"

"Yes, I am now; I am sorry I messed up your night."

"Messed up my night, my night was great. I had so much fun and watching you service Mr. Butler was awesome."

I noticed Mr. Butler had watched me go through my panic attack, and I was so embarrassed. When I looked again, he was coming over to me. "Excuse me, boys. Tyler, can I borrow Brian for a little bit, please?"

"Sure Sir. Brian, I will wait for you over there by the door. When you are done, come find me." Tyler said.

Nervously I said, "Ok, Tyler, please don't leave me."

"I won't buddy, I promise."

Mr. Butler put his hand on my shoulder and guided me to the room the other boys said was for mounting. When we entered, the lights came on automatically. There was enough light to see clearly, but it was not as bright as the other room and it took a second for my eyes to adjust.

He sat in a chair and pointed to the ground in front of him. I kneeled down between his knees and looked up at him. "Brian, I am a doctor. Do you know what a psychologist is?"

"Yes Sir, they take people's heads and shrink them down," I said with a giggle.

Dr. Butler laughed and said, "No, I don't shrink the actual head, just the issues inside. Now, from what I heard, you have had four panic attacks just today, is that right?"

I looked at the ground in shame, wondering how he could know about how many I had, but Mr. Butler put a finger under my chin and lifted so I was looking him in the eyes. "Yes Sir, I don't mean to."

"I know you don't, sweetie. Have you ever had four in one day like you had today?"

"No Sir, maybe four in a week or even two weeks. I don't know why I keep having them?"

"What you are doing is all new to you, Brian. You are under a large amount of stress and I am sure it is overwhelming for you. Would it be ok if you and I talk about it a little?"

"I don't know," I replied nervously.

"Nothing said in here will be heard by anyone but you, me, the Headmaster, and Tyler. I share the information I learn here with them only because I know it will not go any further, and it allows them to know what they can do to help you. Would that be ok?"

"I guess."

"Good. I want you to lay back on the floor and look wherever it makes you the most comfortable. You can even close your eyes if that helps." I laid on my back with my eyes closed.

"So, let's talk about what triggered two of the attacks. The first one happened in the locker room before Gym, just after Mr. Price did his inspection. Can you tell me what happened? Brian, I know this is hard, but I need you to tell me everything if I am going to help you."

"Yes Sir," I said, deciding that I really had nothing to lose, and if I am going to be a Crossman, I can't lie. "Well, Sir, I was already stressed out going in. I hated gym at my old school; it is where I was picked on and teased the most. We were in the locker room when Mr. Price came in to do his inspection. I have never gone through that before, and I could feel myself starting to panic. Then he told me that he was on the schedule for next Friday to mount me. I held it together long enough for him to leave, then I lost it."

"So, why do you think you 'lost it'?"

"Because he was so big, and I felt so small when he came up behind me. My butt, which I think is big, fits into his one hand. I am so afraid of him hurting me when he does it to me."

"Does what Brian; put a name to it."

"Wh… whe… when he mounts me, Sir."

"What I am hearing, Brian, is that you are not really afraid of the mounting, as much as the pain that will come with the first few times."

"I guess, I mean all the guys get mounted. Tristen gets all excited when he knows he is going to be mounted. Even the little kids like Aaron can't wait for it."

"Ok, what just happened here a few minutes ago?"

"Well, I was really happy after servicing you. I liked doing that a lot. Then when the guys and I were talking, Aaron told me that my mounting party will be on Wednesday and that his dad already got his invitation. He even said that it would happen in this room with a lot of people in the other room hearing me cry and scream."

"Bryan, that is true. The mounting parties are considered a huge event is a Crossman boy's life. The crying and screaming of the first mounting is not something to be ashamed of; quite the contrary, it should be something you remember as one of the happiest days of your life, I sure do. The mounting will take maybe fifteen minutes, but the celebration of it lasts for hours. Trust me when I say that the pain you will experience in that fifteen minutes will be worth it for you."

"Really, or are you just saying that so that I will do it?"

"Brian, one thing you will learn about Crossman is that we don't lie. If we did, do you think anyone would have told you about the pain?"

"I guess not, but no one told me that I was drinking pee at every meal, did they?" I said madder than I meant to.

"Sure, they did; what did you think golden water was? You had to have smelled it and tasted it. Tell me something, Brian, it tasted bad and smelled bad, why did you drink it?

"Because everyone else did."

"I have looked over your file; I know how much of a book worm you are. I also know that you got picked on a lot for it, right?"

"Yes, I had to hide to read books at school."

"Why? Why did you do it? If you had left your book at home and worked harder to fit in, you surely would have had more friends."

"Because I don't like other people telling me I have to do something I don't want to do. I like reading and didn't like them."

"That makes me ask two more questions then. If you are not a follower, then why drink the golden water? Why do you seem to be making so many friends here? Those boys out there didn't make fun of you for your panic attack; they came to you out of concern."

"I drank the golden water because Timmy, Brendon, Paul, and Tyler drank it. That first day I was not sure I wanted to drink it; Timmy and Brendon told me I didn't have to. You see? I was not told to drink it; I drank it because for the first time in my life, I felt like I might actually fit in. I was not going to let drinking the golden water get in the way of being part of what they seemed to have together."

"At that time, you had no idea what they had, so why do it? You are not a follower, so what was it about these boys that made you want so bad to be a part of it?"

"From the moment I met Timmy, I felt a connection. Then when we were waiting in line to get our food, the guys accepted me like I was already one of them. These kids don't care that I like to read or that I am smart or fat. Timmy likes me for me, even though I have been super weird since the first day he met me."

"You see, you are not a follower, but you will when you believe the ones around you don't want you to fit in some category that they control. You now have friends because you are in an environment that you are comfortable with, and with others who accept you for who you are."

"Great, so now that you have shrunk my head, how do I stop having the dang attacks?" I asked in frustration.

"You just have to choose not to let them happen. You need to get out of your head and go with the tide instead of against it. You know you are going to get mounted, so quit worrying about it; just accept it as you did the golden water. You know it will hurt at first, so move past it and think of all the orgasms that your cunt will produce once you accept it."

"Do you know the man who is going to do it to me?"

"I am not sure. His name won't be released until that day, but it must have been very important to him because you received the biggest bid for the first mounting this school has ever seen."

It didn't sink in at that time that I was auctioned off to a man for my cunt. I found out later that the money the men pay for the first mounting, domestic service, etc., is put into an account for me to have money to start my life with when I graduate.

"Ok, but if I can't stop the panic attacks, I might not make it to my mounting."

"So, from that last statement, you have accepted that you will be mounted."

"What choice do I have? If I don't do it then I will get kicked out of this school and I have nowhere to go."

"Oh Brian, if that were the case, then your mounting would constitute rape, and we would never do that. This has to be your decision to accept the mounting. You are right, though, if you were not mounted, you would not be allowed to be a Crossman. However, you were given a scholarship to this school and we signed a contract with your parents, guaranteeing your placement in this school. If you choose not to be mounted, then we would move you to another house. Your class schedule would be the same, but events like tonight's would not be available to you."

"Please, Sir, don't make me leave the Crossman house.I finally have friends, please don't make me leave them. I will accept my mounting day, please Sir."

"Calm down, Brian. Let's try something, ok?"

I nodded my head yes, very fast. He stood up and went over to this weird looking table in the middle of the room. I can't believe I didn't see it sooner. "Brian, let me show you something, climb up here."

I climbed up on the table it was like the one in the CCU, but it only had one hole in it for my face and the handholds were spread out. He had me sit up with my legs under me bent at the knee. He moved my feet into these holes at the end of the gutters. I am not sure how else to describe it. They reminded me of the gutters in a bowling alley. There was one on each side that my legs fit into from my bent knee to my feet. He then told me to keep my legs in the gutter, make may balls touch the table, and lay down with my face in the hole and my hand on the bars. My legs were then spread wide, giving the man easy access to walking between them and up to my cunt. He then put a strap over my lower back, pulling it tight so that I couldn't move my lower body.

"Now you are in the position and on the table that will be used for your mounting. How does it feel?"

At this point, he was rubbing his fingernails over my cunt and driving me crazy. "I am o…k…" I said. I felt him move between my legs and rub his cock head around the outside of my cunt.

"Brian, I am not going to lie to you, the mounting is going to hurt; there is just no way around it. Although, I have to tell you, the way this cunt is bouncing around as I touch it tells me that you need to be mounted badly." He unstrapped me and helped me off the table. "Brian, no one is going to force you to do anything against your will here. However, you came to this school looking for the Crossman and now you have found them. You know what is required and you just have to choose."

"I want to be a Crossman more than anything in the world, and if this is part of it then I will accept the mounting, but what about drinking pee? That is gross."

He laughed, "You have drunk piss at every meal without hesitation. Soon you will learn how to drink it out of a cock instead of a cup. The only difference is that it will be fresh. I believe that once you get out of your head, you will honor the Crossman with your presence. Now it is getting late; let's get you back to Tyler."

We walked out of the mounting room and back into the common room. We walked up to Tyler, who was sucking on his mom's booby (gross). Tyler stood as we came over. I couldn't stop looking at the nipple he was sucking on. They were so big, and I have only seen a few boobies in my life, so I was not sure if that was normal or not.

Mrs. Pritchard sat down and called me over. She picked me up and put me on her lap with my legs hanging over her right leg. She then tilted me back and guided my lips to her nipple. "Go on, baby boy, suck it like you suck a cock."

I felt stupid, but Tyler and Dr. Butler were watching. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it. It felt weird and I didn't much like it, but she was moaning, so I kept going. After a few minutes, she sat me up and I got off her lap.

"You did a very good job, Brian. I sure understand why Dr. Butler came so hard. You have a very talented mouth on you, boy."

I looked to see Dr. Butler sitting in a chair with his legs spread. Tyler took my hand and walked me over and pushed down on my shoulder. I got on my knees again, with Tyler standing right beside me. He said, "Brian, I think you owe Dr. Butler a thank you for talking with you today. We have time for you to do a good cleaning of his balls."

Tyler put his hand on my head, pushing me forward while at the same time lifting Mr. Butler's cock. "That's it, Brian, lift them up and get as far under them as you can, and just keep licking."

Then Tyler bent at the waist and started sucking Dr. Butler's cock. We kept running our faces into each other. I noticed a man come up behind Tyler. I heard Tyler grunt and saw out of the corner of my eye, the man holding onto Tyler's waist and moving back and forth. A few minutes later, Mr. Butler moaned, and I could tell by the way his balls were moving that he was cumming. What happened next caught me totally off guard. Tyler moved my head, so I was looking up at him. Then he put his lips to mine, and I felt his tongue touch my lips. I open my mouth to receive his tongue and instead received the cum that he collected in his mouth. It was weird but delicious.

The man inside Tyler was moaning hard, and so was Tyler. Tyler was standing up with the man holding him around the chest as he pumped his cock in and out. Mrs. Pritchard guided my head to Tyler's dick and told me to take the end of the DCU in my mouth. Tyler and the man both started to moan louder, then it happened. Tyler came in my mouth. It was quite good, and I sucked as good as I could with the DCU in place. Tyler and the man came down from their orgasm and started to relax.

When the man came out of Tyler's cunt, Tyler turned around, dropped to his knees, and took the man's cock that had just been in his cunt in his mouth. I couldn't believe it. Once he made sure the man's cock was clean, he stood up smiling and said thank you to the man.

Tyler had me make sure that there was no cum left on Dr. Butler's cock or balls. Once that was done, Mrs. Pritchard handed me the notepad that I wrote my observations on.

"Brian, your next class is on Monday. I want you to write me a report on what you observed tonight and then compare it to the man from last night. I also want you to tell me how you feel about everything that is going on."

Dr. Butler said, "Brian, I would like you to write down for me anytime you feel stressed or panicked this weekend. I will sit down with you again on Monday." We said our goodbyes and headed up to our room. When we got there, I fell on my bed completely spent.

Timmy sat on my bed next to me and asked, "Well, how did you do? Are you ok?"

I sat up and asked, "Before I tell you that, can I talk to you guys for a minute. They all sat down on Tristan's bed, looking at me. "I want to say how sorry I am for all that has happened today. I will work really hard not to let any of that happen again. Dr. Butler is going to help me with my panic attacks over my mounting. I am still very scared of it, but after he put me on the mounting table and rubbed my cunt a little, I understand how much I need it."

I took and deep breath and went on, "Timmy, I am so sorry about lunch. I never know I am mad until it is too late, and I never knew about my hands. Now I know more about what to do if I see it happening. I love you and would never want you to be afraid of me."

Timmy stood up, came over to me, and gave me one of his hugs that pushed the air out of me. "I love you too, Brian. You say that you did not grow up the way we did, so you are not always sure about what is going on. I will work harder to make sure you know what's going on." When he went back to his seat, he had tears in his eyes.

"Tristan, I know that you were lucky enough not to be part of today's mess-ups, that is until after dinner in here. I am sorry you had to be here for that."

Tristan stood and hugged me as well. "Brian, you are my brother. If you are hurting, then I am hurting. Please give me the chance to help you if you need it."

He went and sat back on the bed, and that is when my tears started to flow. "Tyler, I am so sorry for what I put you through today and how I talked to you earlier. Please forgive me…" I ran into his arms and hugged him for all I was worth.

"It's ok buddy, I am not mad at you anymore and I think we can all agree that when we wake up, we will act like this day never happened, right?"

We all agreed. "Tyler, can I ask a favor, please?"

"Of course, buddy."

"Will you walk with me over to Michael and Aaron's room. I would go myself, but I don't remember how to get there."

"Let's go." I gave him another hug and we walked hand in hand to Aaron's room.

Once we got there, I saw Aaron and another boy that was in the class tonight. I think his name was Joey. Michael was the first to see me. "Hello Brian, how are you doing?"

Aaron got up and came over and hugged me. I don't think I have ever been hugged so much in my life. "I asked Tyler to bring me over so that I could apologize for waking you up this morning. Also, thank you for getting me back to Tyler. I know where the bathroom is now, so I won't wake you up tonight, I promise."

Joey started laughing. At first, I thought he was laughing at me, until he said, "Yeah!!! I thought I was the only goofball here. I got lost twice when I first got here. You would think that I would have woken up Michael the next night, but NNNOOO, not me I had to try it again. They found me sleeping in the hallway two doors away from the bathroom in a puddle of pee."

By this time, everyone was laughing. Michael said, "I told you, Brian, you were not the first, and I guarantee you won't be the last. As for waking me up, that was no problem, my brother, any time. I guess the way Aaron has been talking about you, we will see you more often."

I looked at Aaron and he looked down, "That's if you want to be my friend."

I looked up at Tyler and then back at Aaron. "I definitely want to be your friend. You need to know, though, until yesterday, my only friend was my brother Donny, so I am still learning how to be a friend. Don't get mad at me if I mess up, ok?"

"Oh, I'll get mad at ya. Being friends doesn't mean we won't get mad at each other; it just means we forgive each other for the stupid things we sometimes do."

We hugged and then Tyler and I walked back to our room. "I have so much to learn. Thank you for being my big brother, Tyler."

"Brian, Brian, wake up."

I looked out at my clock and said, "Leave me alone, Timmy; I don't want to wake up yet."

I heard giggling, then Timmy saying, "OK."

Before they could tickle me, I dove out of bed and said, "Not a chance, fellas. You got me yesterday, but I was ready for you today," I said, laughing.

"Aw man, that isn't fair; Tyler made us wait till five-thirty to help you wake up," Tristen said, but he was giggling so much it was hard to understand.

I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and headed to the bathroom with both boys right beside me. We peed, brushed our teeth, and headed to the CCU. Once finished and showered, we headed back to our room. I brushed my hair the best I could, but it still looked like a mess. We got our clothes and went downstairs to dress.

Breakfast today was Frosted Flakes with milk, toast, strawberry jelly, and of course, golden water. I thought it would be harder to drink now that I knew what it was, but it wasn't. Then it was off to gym, where we were inspected again, but no panic attack today. We met for lunch and talked about how the morning went; then it was off to the afternoon classes. Mrs. Walters had each of us read lines in drama class, and I found it kind of fun, actually. She had to keep reminding Owen to speak up, though.

Tonight, I went for dinner; no way was I going to get into that kind of trouble again; besides, I was hungry. The day had gone so well; I didn't think anything could change that. Timmy was waiting for me again and we went in. The place was half-empty and I was not sure why.

I asked Timmy, "Where is everyone?"

"It's Friday; almost everyone who can is going home."

Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't put my finger on it until we got to the table and found Tyler there. Timmy asked, "I thought you were going home this weekend. Didn't you have a date?" That was it; I heard Tyler talking to Jr this morning during cunt cleanings.

"Yes, but I am going to cancel."

"Why?" I asked.

"I can't just leave you here on your first weekend alone."

"Hello dude, you see me here, right?" Timmy said.

"I thought you were going home this weekend," Tyler asked.

"There is no way I am leaving my best friend here alone. I will go home next weekend. Brian will be able to leave the campus by then, and my dad said he could come to my house for the weekend if he wanted."

Just then, Owen came over and asked, "Guys, I know that this is the Crossman House table, but do you think I could sit with you guys? Bobby went home, and so did my roommates. I don't really have any friends at my table.

Both Timmy and I looked at Tyler with puppy dog eyes, and laughing, Tyler said, "Of course you can sit here. Aren't you going home this weekend?"

"Since my dad landed up in jail, and my mom hates me, I really don't have a home. I think we lost most of our money when my dad went to prison. I am still in this school because before my dad went to prison, he paid my tuition until I graduate. The school made him sign a contract saying that it was nonrefundable, so no one could come after it. When Bobby is not here, Keven is in charge."

"Don't you like Keven?"

"He is cool, not as cool as Bobby. He did stay with me in medical when Bobby couldn't."

I noticed Owen watching me, Timmy, and Tyler drinking our golden water. I was nervous that he was going to ask about it, but he never did. I interrupted Owen and Tyler's conversation and said, "Tyler, please go home and have your date. It is not fair that you should miss it because of me. I will be ok, I promise. I have Owen to hang out with." This brought a smile from Owen.

"You mean it, we can hang out together, really?" Owen asked so excited that he was bouncing around. "Tyler, it will be ok; Charlie has the bus this weekend and is taking some of us to the movies."

POW was the sound I heard as Timmy hit my arm, "Hey, what about me? Did you forget about me?"

"No, I'm not; you should go home too; your family misses you. I know I will miss you."

"Not a problem because I am not going and that is that."

I saw Owen get really quiet and a sad look come to his face. "What's wrong, Owen, why did you get so sad?" I asked.

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. "If Timmy stays, you won't want to hang out with me."

Timmy and I both laughed, "You bonehead, you are not getting off the hook that easy. You said you would hang out with me and you have to do it since you said it." I said.

Owen looked at me in complete shock. Then Timmy added, acting like he was telling Owen a secret, "Yeah boy, I can't handle babysitting him alone; he is a lot of work."

This got everyone laughing. Tyler asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"

"Naw, you would only be in the way," I said, and we all started laughing again.

"Ok, I see how it is," Tyler said, giving us the sad face. "Finish up dinner and go ask Charlie if it would be ok if you went to the movies with him. Then try to catch the Headmaster before he leaves and get his ok."

We shoved food in our mouths, ran over to the Ashton House table, and asked Charlie if we could go. He said it was fine with him, but we will need to get it approved by the Headmaster.

We ran as fast as we could over to his office and knocked on his door. "Come." The three of us went inside. The Headmaster looked up from his desk and said, "Owen, I am very disappointed in you."

The smile left his face and his eyes got big. He looked at the ground and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just thought you had higher standards than to hang out with these two troublemakers."

I am not sure he realized it was a joke until Timmy and I fell over laughing so hard. I said, "That was not nice; you had poor Owen about to pee his pants."

The Headmaster looked at Owen and held out his arms. Owen walked up to him and the Headmaster picked him up, put him on his lap and hugged him. "I am sorry, Owen; I didn't mean to scare you. Will you forgive me?"

Owen's back was to his chest, so he could not see Owen get this big grin on his face and then say in a pouty voice, "I don't know, you really scared me."

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Well, I guess I could forgive you if you let Timmy and Brian go with me to the movies this weekend and bought us popcorn and a drink."

The Headmaster turned Owen so that he was looking him in the eye, "Well, you little con-artist." He said, smiling. "I am not sure your forgiveness is worth that much, but ok, you win."

Owen jumped off his lap and the three of us danced and jumped around singing, "We're going to the movies, we're going to the movies."

"Ok you little monkeys. You do everything Charlie says and don't make me regret this." We promised we would not disappoint him, He gave each of us a piece of paper, and we left."

Once in the hall, I looked at the paper and asked, "What is this for?"

Timmy said, "That is a pass; Charlie won't let us past the gates without it, so don't lose it."

We walked Owen back to his house, said goodnight and that we would see him in the morning for breakfast. We went back to our house, stripped, and went upstairs. We put our dirty clothes in the hamper and went to the CCU. Jr was there with another older boy I have not seen before.

Jr got behind me and looked at a clipboard. He put the same nozzle on that we used this morning and lubed it up. "Wow, you really do have a beautiful cunt. I know the men are dying to get in there." He laughed, but I didn't think it was funny. I had only three flushes this time.

I was just about to get my book out to read when Marcus, a sixteen-year-old, tall, and very handsome black kid, came into our room. He had big balls and what I am sure was a long dick, but it was wrapped up in a DCU that was metal and looked like a snake; it was really cool.

"Are you Brian?"

"Yes, did I do something wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"Not that I know of, did you?" He asked, smiling.

"Well, if you're not mad and me, then I am going to say no." I giggled.

"Good, you have an appointment in room two. Do you need me to take you, or can you get there on your own?"

"I guess I can get there on my own. I didn't know I had an appointment tonight.

"You need to look at the schedule here on the wall. Timmy, you are in room eighteen. Get going, boys and do what you are told."

Timmy and I walked down the stairs together. Timmy said, "This will be different than last night. You will be spending a lot more time tonight with the man. You are also in a training room so that you may be drinking golden water out of his cock."

"I am not sure I can do this." I guess Timmy saw me start to panic.

"Brian, calm down and listen to me. You have already drunk golden water three times today, so it is just not a big deal. You know how you squeeze your dick to stop from peeing?"

"Yeah."

"Do the same thing with your man's cock. You squeeze it and control the flow, so you don't get so much in your mouth you spill it. You can do this Brian, I know you can."

He led me to room two and left for his appointment. I knocked on the door and was told to come in. I opened the door and found a six-foot [1.8m] man, one sixty [72kg], six-pack, brown hair, and blue eyes. He looked like he was maybe twenty.

He looked me up and down and said, "Hello, my name is Rick. Oh, I like you, boy. Display."

He was forceful when he told me to display. I was a little scared, but I liked it. I displayed for him and he felt me everywhere. "You will be my first boy. I was married last weekend and finally got my DCU removed, so I have been having a lot of sex. You are a wedding present from my dad. I am not happy that I can't mount you, but you and I will have lots of fun together.

He sat down in the chair and pointed to the spot between his legs. I kneeled down and waited for permission. He nodded his head and I went for his scent by pulling his cock and balls to the right and doing my ten deep breaths. Then on to licking his balls from cock to just before his butt hole. He smelt so good everywhere. Once he was satisfied, he had me start licking his cock. I was in heaven, I have only sucked a few, but this one was the best so far.

I took him in my mouth and sucked as if my life depended on it. The pre was flowing like crazy and the taste was amazing. He pushed it into my throat, and I didn't even mind the fire I felt as he slid it in and out. He kept stopping, telling me that he didn't want to cum too soon. When he did finally cum it felt like gallons of cum going down my throat. When he came down off of his climax, he smiled at me. "Boy, I am jealous; I bet I never sucked a cock as well as you just did."

"Thank you Sir; I really enjoyed it."

He stood up and told me to follow him into the shower that was in the room. Once we were in, he had me kneel at his feet again. I knew what was coming, and I found myself actually excited to do it for him. "You know what's going to happen now, don't you?"

"Yes Sir, you are going to be giving me your golden water."

"Have you ever drunk it straight from a cock before?"

"No Sir."

"Brian, I would like you to do this for me, but I know that you didn't grow up doing this. If you would rather not, I won't force you."

"I walked down to this appointment with my friend Timmy. He told me that since it was in this room that I would be required to do this. I have these panic attacks when I am scared or stressed and was worried that I would have one when you told me to do it. You didn't tell me to do it, you asked me, and it made me feel better about it. You have been so nice to me that I would like to do this for you."

"Brian, as I said, you are my first boy. It was not too long ago I was in this room on my knees about to drink a man's golden water. Sometimes it was hard to do, especially if I didn't like the man. I knew it was my duty, but that doesn't mean we will always like it."

He stepped up to me and put the head of his cock in my mouth. "Ok Brian, now wrap your hands around my cock. Good, now put your thumbs on my piss tube, feel it? That's right, now don't take any more of my cock into your mouth than the head. When I start, use your thumbs to control the flow. It is more important that you don't spill any than it is to stop the flow completely if you need to. You ready?"

Since my mouth was full and my hands were on his cock, I nodded my head. I felt the first trickle hit my mouth and started to swallow. I let it flow slowly so I could keep up. I was really shocked that it tasted better than the stuff I drank for dinner. I was proud of myself when he finally stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. Of course, that is when I let out a big burp. He started laughing and went over to the bed.

I followed him and he reached into his backpack and pulled out a can of Pepsi. He opened it and took a big gulp and passed it to me. It almost came out of my nose when he let out a bigger burp than I did. He laid in bed and had me snuggle into him with my back to his chest. He felt my chest, stomach, and then my dick. He asked, "How come it isn't getting hard."

"My dad said it was some kind of birth defect. It won't get much bigger either."

"Are you OK with that?"

"It's not like I have a lot of choices. I wish my balls would stop growing though, sometimes they really hurt."

"Is there something that can be done?"

"My friend Timmy lost his balls in an accident and I like the way he looks. When my dad gets back, maybe he will let me have mine removed."

"Wow, castration is a huge step."

"I know, but if they keep getting bigger and my dick doesn't, then it could really hurt to have them."

"When does your dad get back?"

"Two whole years. My family is on a mission in Syria for their church."

"Didn't you want to go with them?"

"No, I don't believe as they do, and I got the opportunity to come to this school, and I really like it here."

"Well, I, for one, am glad you came here."

We talked and snuggled for a while before he had to go. We kissed and left the room. He headed down the hall and I went to the room with the service computers in them. I answered all the questions, signed off and headed to my room. When I walked in, only Timmy was there. "Where is Tristen?"

"He went home; he only lives a few blocks from here."

"Really, then why does he live here instead of at home?"

"It is just the way it is, I guess. Once you are out of second grade, you just live here during the week."

"Timmy, I am sad that you are missing time with your family but thank you for staying with me this weekend."

"Don't worry about it, that's what best friends are for. Besides, once you are mounted, you will be able to go home with me, Tyler, Aaron, or anyone else that invites you. I guess since the Headmaster is the one in charge of you, you will have to have his permission. So how was it tonight?"

"It was cool. The guy was really sexy and said he was a boy not too long ago. His name is Rick; he is six-foot, brown hair, and the most amazing blue eyes."eahhhhhhh

"Ok, I know him, he is one of my brother Peter's friends. He is really cool and was always nice to me, even when Peter was mean to me."

We went to bed and could have slept in if we had wanted to, but we were both hungry. We didn't have to have our cunts cleaned this morning and neither of us had any appointments for the rest of the weekend. We met Owen for breakfast and sat together as we took our time eating. Timmy and I still drank our golden water and Owen never asked about it. We talked about what we were going to do this weekend and how much fun we would have at the movies. Owen and I decided that after the movie was over that we would go to the library in the main building to study the lines and the song for the play. We admitted that neither of us had studied it much.

"We better study this, or Mrs. Walters will be mad at us."

"I don't know why I have to study; I don't even want to be in the stupid play."

"I don't either, but we are going to do it because Mrs. Walters asked us to."

"I guess," Owen grumbled.

Timmy raised his hand and both Owen and I gave him a look, "Why are you raising your hand, Timmy? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Owen giggled.

"No, I just didn't want to interrupt."

"Well?" I asked

"I was just wondering if you will let me help you run lines; it sounds like fun."

"Sure, if you want; not sure how much fun it will be."

"Why wait? You know we have like three hours before we leave for the movies, right?"

Owen and I looked at each other and shrugged, "I guess we could. Let me run back to my house and get my book, and I will meet you two in the library," Owen said as he took off running.

We met in the library about ten minutes later and worked on our lines for two hours. It was a lot of fun, actually and we were just about to leave when Timmy said, "Hey guys look what I found."

We went over to where Timmy was standing and he had a DVD of the Music Man. "Wow, there was a movie about it?"

"I guess; let's watch it when we get back."

We agreed and headed out to meet Charlie at the gate. We had a great time at the movies and got to wear regular clothes out. We wore jeans, tee shirts, and tennis shoes. The movie was wonderful, and Charlie let us each have our own popcorn and drinks. There were ten boys from all the different houses and another older boy to help Charlie. When we got back, the three of us and two other boys all headed to the library to watch the movie. One of the boys got bored and left about halfway through.

Sunday found the three of us back in the library again. We were having fun pretending to be the guy in the movies. We found a soundtrack for the movie online and played it as we sang the song. By the time we left the library, Owen and I knew the song and our lines by heart. For that matter, Timmy knew them as well.

Before I knew it, everyone was coming back. I was in my room reading my book when Tyler walked in. I dropped my book and jumped into his arms.

"I have missed you so much, big brother." I kissed him on the lips.

"Heck, I might have to leave more often if this is my welcome home." He hugged me and put me back on my bed. "How was your weekend?"

"It was great! I had my first golden water from a cock and drank it all without spilling any of it."

He high-fived me, "Good going, little dude. I knew you would be ok. Any attacks this weekend?"

I stood proudly with my chest out, "Not even a little one, well maybe a little one on the way to my appointment, but only a little one."

"I am so proud of you, my brother. Did you get all your homework done?"

"Yes, Dr. Butler's was easy since I only had the one small attack this weekend. Your mom's was harder because even though she told me to compare Dr. Butler with the man from the night before, I also compared him to Rick. I understood more of what I thought she wanted with Rick than the other man. I hope that is ok."

"I am sure it is. My mom likes it when her students think outside the box."

"Tyler, can I ask you something about your mom?"

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

"I saw her licking your balls; why did she do that? You are a boy, not a man."

"That is true, Brian, but she likes to lick balls, and I like mine licked. It does cause me some pain because my dick wants to get hard and obviously, I can't," He said, pointing at his DCU.

"I guess, but why were you sucking on her boob? I felt silly doing it; I'm not a baby and don't even like boobies."

"Well, I guess I did it for the same reason you did it, respect. She is a person and enjoys her nipples sucked. It is not a big deal to me, and it brings her pleasure. Did you mind doing it?"

"I guess at first, but now that you have put it like that, no, I am ok with it. I won't have to lick down there on a girl, will I?" I asked, pointing down.

"No, my brother. Boys are not allowed any contact with a vagina once they pass through it after being born."

"Thank goodness; I was a little worried about that." We both laughed and Tyler started tickling me.

Just then, Timmy came back from the showers. "Hey Tyler, how was your date?"

"You see that, Brian, that is why you are my favorite brother."

Timmy got a really confused look on his face, Tyler and I just started laughing. "What did I miss?"

"I'll tell you what you missed. When I walked through the door, Brian jumped into my arms and hugged and kissed me. Then there's you," Speaking in a low voice, "'Hey Tyler, how was your date?' What a letdown and my date was wonderful."

"Yeah, well, he's a sap and I will break him of that." Timmy said while sticking out his tongue." Tyler grabbed him and started tickle torturing him. I got in on it because I owed him.

Once everything calmed down, I asked, "Is she a Crossman, and where did you meet?" Being nosey.

"Yes, she is a Crossman, and her family moved here a few months ago. Our dads work together and after meeting me, her dad and my dad felt that we should date. I think she is going to be my wife someday."

"Wait a second, you just met, you have been on one date, and you are already talking marriage? I don't understand."

"Well, Brian, in our culture, our dads will decide who we marry. Sometimes things happen and if my dad had not decided this way, I might have met a girl in college. My dad and her dad would still have to approve, though."

"Wow, but what if you would have been gay like me?"

"Then my dad would have found me a husband. Then the two dads would have decided if it was ok or not. That is only if the boy is the same age as me, sometimes a boy will marry a man."

"This is all very strange, but I hope I will find a man someday. My dad won't find one for me, though."

Monday, I woke up, did my cunt cleaning and off to breakfast. Then it was another fun day of school. I loved all of my classes, the teachers, and the other kids for the first time. I was really having fun. If you had told me a few weeks ago that I would be looking forward to school, I would have told you that you were nuts.

After dinner was another cunt cleaning and then off to service class. I was assigned a different man, but I was happy to serve. I met with Dr. Butler after class and we had a fun talk.

Tuesday was going well until I was told to report to the Headmaster's office. I didn't think I was in any trouble. I walked in and saw Brad sitting at his desk.

"Good, you're here."

"I guess the Headmaster wants to see me."

"Nope, I sent for you. Come with me." I followed him into the room next to the one where he got my uniform from the first day. He opened the door, "Take a seat, Brian."

He pointed to a chair in front of a computer; he clicked the mouse. There on the screen was my best friend, Donny. I was bouncing in the chair and didn't even notice Brad leave. "Donny, I have missed you so much; where are you?"

"We just landed a few hours ago at Aden Abdulle Airport and now we are at the hotel. We will travel by bus to the village that we will be living in tomorrow. Enough about us, how are you doing? Have you made any friends yet?

"Oh yes, Donny. Timmy is my best friend, next to you, of course, then there is Tristen; he and Timmy are my roommates along with Tyler. Owen is another boy, but he lives in Ashton House. Then there is also Aaron, he is eight, but we are also friends. This last weekend Timmy, Owen, and I got to go with Charlie to the movies. We each got our own popcorn and a drink." I saw Donny wiping away tears and asked, "Why are you crying Donny? What's wrong?"

"I am so happy for you, Brian; I cried myself to sleep for two nights after we dropped you off. I was so scared that you would not find any friends and that you would be as unhappy there as you were at our old school. Now I see how happy you are and that you have friends for the first time. I am just so happy and relieved."

"The first few nights were the hardest because I missed you so much. I even told Tyler that we needed to call you so that I could go with you. He asked me to give it a chance, and I did. I still miss you so much, though."

"I miss you too, buddy. Any attacks since you have been there?"

"Yes, I had four in one day, but I get to meet with Dr. Butler, and he is helping me with them. I haven't had one in four days now."

"That makes me so happy. I guess I was most worried about how you would handle them without me there."

"It was hard at first, but there was a boy from another house that saw me having one at lunch. He knew exactly what to do since his little brother has them. I was mad one day because I mistook joking for bulling and was about to lose my temper, but Brendon, who is also in my house, saw me squeezing my hands so tight that my knuckles turned white and calmed me down. I never even knew that about my hands."

"Wow, it looks like you have some awesome people looking out for you there. I guess I should let you talk to mom now."

"Oh wait, before you go. I have to tell you that I am a little mad at you. Tyler is letting Timmy and Tristen tickle torture me because he said that you told him he had to. When I told him that you meant only him, he said that he would have to honor his word to you until you tell him otherwise. You just need to write me a letter telling him that you only meant him."

"Man, I would love to, but I am so far away and if Tyler thinks this is the best way to honor our agreement, who am I to interfere."

"Donny, I thought you loved me." I pouted.

"I love you more than life itself, but this sounds like it's good for you." He giggled.

"Oh, when you get back, I am going to beat you up, mister," I said, laughing.

"Then you better make more friends because it is going to take a bunch of you. I love you, Brian, enjoy yourself, please."

"I will Donny; I love you so much and miss you every day."

He stepped away from the camera and my mom came onto the screen. I got all excited, "Mommy!!! Oh, Mommy I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, baby. Just like Donny, I cried those first few nights, and it took everything I had not to come back and get you. Not hugging you at bedtime and seeing you in the morning is so hard. Tell me about the food. Are they feeding you?"

I giggled, "Of course they are, mom. The food is really good, and I get to choose what I want to eat."

"Good, and now tell me about your classes."

"Guess what, mommy, they tested me, and I am in eighth grade in math and history and seventh in English. Tell Donny that I know calculus and he doesn't. I am also in a class called computer science where we are learning to write code, which is really fun because it's math. Then there is Spanish that I didn't think I would like, but I do. Oh, and then there is Drama. Tyler made me take it so I could learn to communicate and be more outgoing. I was mad at first, but then I found out that Bobby, Owen's big brother, made him take it for the same reasons. It is really fun and remember Mr. Walters, my math teacher from my old school; his wife teaches that class."

My mom was laughing, and I heard my dad and Donny laughing in the background. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"Baby, I don't think I have ever seen you so excited about anything in your life. You just told me all about your classes and I am not sure you ever took a breath. We are recording this call so we can look back at it again later. I have to know if you breathed," She said, laughing. "Are you taking showers and brushing your teeth?"

"Yes, mommy. I am taking three showers a day. One in the morning, one at night, and one after gym. They are real strict about clean here, and I brush my teeth twice a day."

"I am very proud of you, sweetheart. We all miss you so much, and I will try to get Donny to write a letter to Tyler. Nope, never mind. He said he couldn't do it, that it wouldn't be fair to you. He says that if he did it you might forget him," She said, laughing.

"I could never forget any of you. I miss you so much."

"I love you, baby, and we will talk again soon."

"I love you too, mommy," I said as I blew her a kiss.

My mom left the screen and my dad appeared. "Hello son, I would ask you how you are doing, but from what I heard, you are doing well."

"Oh yes, daddy. I was worried at first and very scared, but Timmy and Tyler helped me through it. Everyone is nice here, and there are no bullies at this school. There was one, but he is in jail now."

"Oh my, he is in jail for bullying?"

"I guess it's mostly because he was hurting Owen. He was a real mean guy. Now, if someone is a bully, they get kicked out and can't come back."

Smiling, he said, "Well, then you better behave yourself."

"Don't be silly dad; I would never bully anyone."

"I know, son, I was just playing. How is Owen? Is he ok after what happened?"

"Well…"

"What, what happened to Owen?"

"Well, he was so scared and was like me before I had friends. He felt so alone that he tried to kill himself."

My dad had this look of total shock on his face. "Is he ok?"

"I think so; for some reason, he took a liking to me and wanted to be my friend. He really needed one, I guess. Tyler told me as a Crossman it is my duty to help others and that I should try to accept his friendship, so I did. After the first day, I didn't have to try anymore, because now we are really friends and like each other a lot."

"I am glad to hear that you are looking out for others. I can imagine that it is hard, considering some of the social struggles you have been through. I am so proud of you. Are you happy being a Crossman? I never thought you would join anything like that."

"I don't really know how best to describe it, dad. These people believe in a higher power, sure, but it is mostly about being in service to others." I am not lying, just not saying what some of the services are. "Please don't be mad at me for saying this, but most of the people that went to our church were Sunday religious. They were all 'I love god and here I am to worship him', then on Monday, they would curse, drink, do drugs, and treat others with little or no respect. The Crossman have codes that they live by every day. They don't drink or curse; I have not heard one curse word from anyone since I have been here. It is not so much about God as it is respect for each other. If everyone did that, the world would be so much better a place, don't you think so?"

"Yes, son, I do. We have only been apart for a week, and you have grown up so much. I can't wait to meet the man you become when we get back. I am just so proud of you, son."

"Thanks, daddy, that means a lot to me," I said with tears in my eyes.

"Well, buddy, I guess we need to sign off now. It is almost eleven pm here and we have a long day tomorrow. I am told that we will not have very good reception where we are going, so I am not sure when we will talk again. We all miss you so much, baby boy."

"I miss you too, daddy. I love you all so much."

"We love you too, just keep enjoying yourself and work hard."

I heard a lot of crying just before the screen went blank. I was so sad that I crawled under the desk, folded myself into a ball and just cried. Maybe a minute later I heard a knock at the door, but I didn't want to talk to anyone. The door opened, the chair that I was sitting in moved, and then I saw the face of the Headmaster. "Hey, Brian, are you ok?"

I looked at him through tear-filled eyes, "No Sir, I miss them so much."

"I know, buddy, can you come out from under the desk for me?"

Slowly I came out and he wrapped me in a hug. He picked me up and we walked out of the room. As we were walking past Brad's desk, the Headmaster said, "Brad, please ask Tyler, Timmy, and Owen to come to my office."

"Yes Sir, right away."

We went into his office and we sat on the couch with me still in his arms. A much as I tried, I could not stop crying. After a little while, there was a knock on the door. "Come." Tyler, Timmy, and Owen come in.

Owen was the first to react, running up to me, "Brian, what's wrong, are you ok? Are you in trouble or something?"

The Headmaster spoke softly, "Thanks for coming boys. Brian just finished a video conference with his family. He needs to process this and needs his friends here with him."

The Headmaster stood up and sat me on the couch. As soon as my butt hit the cushion, Timmy and Owen were surrounding me, hugging and kissing me. I expected the kisses from Timmy, but not from Owen. The Headmaster took Tyler to his desk and talked quietly to him.

As much as I wanted to keep crying, it was not possible with my friends surrounding me like this. I saw the Headmaster give Tyler keys and a credit card. After I got myself under control, Tyler came over with the Headmaster.

The Headmaster said, "Boys, I want you to go to your houses and put clothes on. I think you boys need a little time away from here. Tyler is going to take you to McDonald's and then to the city park. Brian, I know this was hard on you, but now you know that they made it ok, and they know you are ok as well. Take a few hours to process this with the help of your friends."

I looked at him and said, "Thank you, Sir, but you don't have to do this."

"I know that I don't, but trust me, if you continue with today's schedule, you will be depressed and it will only make you sadder. Go and let your friends help you past the hurt. Tell them about the call. I know it was not all bad because we heard you laughing all the way out here."

"Ok Sir. Owen, you can wait in our lobby until Timmy and I put some clothes on."

"That won't work, Brian, since Owen is naked under his robe." Said the Headmaster.

Owen's eyes got real big, "How did you know."

"Owen, I have been here long enough to know when a boy is wearing clothes under his robe and when he isn't."

I looked at Owen and asked, "Why are you naked under there?"

Owen looked at the ground and said, "Because I want to be a Crossman like you guys."

We were all surprised by this, although he had told me once before in the drama class. The Headmaster said, "Well, that is a conversation for another time. Go get changed and meet at the gate."

We all left and headed to our houses to change. Owen beat us to the gate. We went up to this really nice Cadillac and got in; it was so plush. Tyler got behind the wheel and told all of us to put our seatbelts on. We went to McDonald's and got to order anything we wanted. When we were done with dinner, we played in the playhouse for a while. When Tyler told us we needed to go, we put our shoes on and went to the park. We sat on the grass away from everyone and talked. I told them about my video call, with Tyler laughing at Donny's response to the tickle thing.

"Oh, this is great news for Tristen and me," Timmy said, giving me an evil laugh and rubbing his hands together.

Before I knew what was happening, Owen was on me, tickling me. Of course, Timmy and Tyler had to join in. They finally stopped when I said I was going to pee.

Tyler asked, "Owen, what is this about wanting to become a Crossman?"

Owen looked at me, "I promised you that I would not share your secret; it is yours to tell, not mine. I do think you should tell Tyler so he can help you."

"You know Owen, anything you tell us here will stay here."

Owen thought about it for a minute and said, "Everyone talks about what goes on in the Crossman House. I know it may all be lies and tall tales, but I like to think that it is true and that someday I might be able to become a Crossman."

"Well, Owen, what do you think is going on there?"

"Well… I don't think any of the boys wear clothes past the lobby door; why else would it be the only house where you can't see the whole bottom floor? I also think that you boys have sex with men."

"Wow," Tyler said, "I will tell you that you are right about the no clothes thing. The Crossman believe that children do not and should not cover their bodies. There was a time long ago that only the men wore any clothes at all. Our school used to be totally naked until they opened the doors for the regulars. So that is not a big deal, but I wonder why you would want to become a Crossman if you really believe that boys have sex with men?"

"Go on, Owen, you have gone this far; go all in," I said.

"Since as far back as I can remember, at bedtime, my dad would have me sit on the bed, and then he would pull down his pants. He liked me to lick his cock and balls until he shot the white stuff into my mouth, and I had to swallow it all. It was ok because I loved it. The last time we were together, he told me he was going to train my butt hole to accept his cock, but he was arrested a week later for stealing people's money."

"Wow, I am so sorry to hear that. Do you write to him?"

"No, no one will tell me where he is."

Tyler smiled, "I bet Brad could find him."

"You mean the boy in the Headmaster's office?"

"Well, here is a little secret. Brad graduated last year. He is going for a degree in early childhood education. Most of his classes are online, but he does go a few nights a week to the university."

"I don't understand; he eats lunch with us," I said,

"Sure, he does, he is a Crossman and he has to eat silly," Tyler said as he ruffled my hair.

Looking at Owen, Tyler said, "I will bring this up to the Headmaster, but your parents will have to sign off on the move."

"Oh, that shouldn't be a big deal since my mom hates me and couldn't care less about me."

"I am sure she doesn't hate you."

"Yes, she does; last time I talked to her, she said, 'You look too much like your father and I hate even looking at you.' Then she started hitting me with a belt when I hadn't done anything wrong. My dad and I left the house a few days later. I have not seen or heard from her since." He was trying not to, but he was crying a little.

I moved in to hug him, "I am sorry you had to go through so much, Owen. Now I feel so bad about the way I handled today. At least I still have my family and I know that they love me." I looked at him square in the eyes and said, "You are my brother and now my family. When I write to my dad, I will tell him he now has another son."

Owen just froze with a look of complete amazement on his face, "You mean it, and we are now really brothers?"

"Heck yeah, I do." I touched his left shoulder and then moved my hand over his head to his right shoulder and said, "I now dub thee Owen of the house of Burke."

Everyone laughed but Owen. He just dove at me, knocking me down and hugging me. "I can't believe you would do this for me." Looking at Tyler, he asked. "How do I change my last name to Burke?"

I stopped him and said, "Wait a minute; you can't change your last name."

"Why can't I?"

"Oh, wait a minute; I am sorry, I forgot you hate your dad."

Getting mad, he replied, "I do not hate my dad; I love my dad."

"I know you do. You told me that in drama and again right here. You are now my brother, but changing your name would make what your dad is going through even worse. Changing the name he gave you would break his heart."

"Wow, Brian. Just when I think you can't get any smarter, you say something like that." Tyler said, "He is right, Owen, that name is the link that is holding you and your dad together. We will find him so you two can stay in contact."

We left the park and headed back. Once we dropped off Owen at his house, Timmy and I walked back to ours. Tyler was just getting there when we did. He had to drop off the keys and the credit card with the receipt. We went to our room to look at the schedule. Both Timmy and my appointments were crossed out.

"Tyler, what's going on? Why are the appointments crossed out?"

"The Headmaster decided after what happened today and what will happen tomorrow, you should take the night off. He gave Timmy the night off to be with you."

"Does that mean I can go read?"

"If that is what you want, or you could go downstairs where you and Timmy can play a game."

I looked at Timmy, "Aww, who would want to spend time with him?"

"Oh, so that's the way it is." He shoved me onto the bed and started tickling me again.

Laughing, I said, "I was kidding… I want to… spend time with you."

He finally stopped and said, "I am glad you finally came to your senses."

We both laid back on my bed, trying to catch our breath. "Go get your cunts cleaned and then go downstairs. I will come to get you after my appointment."

We ran out of the room and to the CCU. When we were done, we went down and set up a game of Monopoly.

Wednesday was a stressful day for me. I could hardly pay any attention to my classes. At dinner, I hardly ate anything. I walked back to my house with Tyler and Timmy. I was so scared, but I didn't feel any panic attack or anything. Tyler cleaned my cunt with a bigger nozzle and did it five times even though I was clean after the first three. Tyler took me to the first floor and up to a door that I had never been in before.

"It's your big day today. I just want you to take a few deep breaths before you go in. Listen to me, when he starts to enter you, push out like you are going to take the biggest poop of your life. Remember, if you panic and tighten your cunt, it will hurt a lot more." He hugged me and started walking down the hall.

I took some deep breaths and pushed open the door. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust and I realized that I was in the same room Dr. Butler showed me. In front of me was a naked man with his back to me.

When he turned around and I saw his face. I screamed, "NNOOO… DON'T HURT ME." I ran out the door I came in, and Tyler, who was about to turn the corner, turned when I yelled, "TYLER… HELP ME. HE IS GOING TO HURT ME."

Tyler came running down the hall and caught me. I was having a major panic attack. There was another boy at the end of the hall. Tyler yelled, "Go get Dr. Butler, quick!" The boy ran off. "I worried that you might not be able to go through with it."

It was hard for me to talk, but I managed to say, "I am… not afraid… of the mounting… It is the man… he is going to hurt me. Please, Tyler… Don't let him hurt me."    

Chapter 11
Who's the Man

I took some deep breaths and pushed open the door. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust and I realized that I was in the same room Dr. Butler showed me. In front of me was a naked man with his back to me.

When he turned around and I saw his face. I screamed, "NNOOO… DON"T HURT ME." I ran out the door I came in and Tyler, who was about to turn the corner, turned when I yelled, "TYLER… HELP ME. HE IS GOING TO HURT ME."

Tyler came running down the hall and caught me. I was having a major panic attack. There was another boy at the end of the hall. Tyler yelled to him, "Go get Dr. Butler quick." The boy ran off. "I worried that you might not be able to go through with it."

It was hard for me to talk, but I managed to say, "I am… not afraid… of the mounting… It is the man… he is going to hurt me. Please Tyler… Don't let him hurt me."

Tyler was confused, "You knew it was going to hurt Brian; we've been telling you that for a while."

Dr. Butler came running down the hall as fast as he could, "Brian, what happened?"

Tyler said, "I think he is just too scared of the pain. He came out into the hallway and screamed that the man was going to hurt him."

"Brian, I need you to calm down and breathe for me. Just like you learned from the boy in the dining room, in… out… in… out… in… out… That' it, you are doing fine."

I was just getting my breathing under control when the man came out of the room. He was wearing pants now and looked worried. When I saw him, I lost it, "No, Tyler," I screamed. I dove behind Tyler, keeping him between the man and me. "Don't let him hurt me, please, Tyler," I begged.

Dr. Butler took my face in his hands, so I had to look right at him. "Brian, what is going on? This is more than just about the mounting, isn't it? Why are you so afraid of this man? Don't look at him; look at me. What is going on?"

I have never felt fear like the one I was feeling right now. I saw the Headmaster coming down the hall. I broke free of Dr. Butler and ran to the Headmaster. "Please, Sir; I am sorry for whatever I did. Please don't let him hurt me," I said in hysterics.

The Headmaster picked me up and held me tight with my head on his shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong, Brian; why would you think you had?"

"Because you are going to let him hurt me, please don't let him hurt me."

Tyler stood up and went behind the Headmaster so he could see my face. "Brian, please tell me why you would think this man would hurt you. If it is not about the mounting, then why?"

I looked at him and asked him to come close with my finger. When he did, I whispered in his ear, "He is Mr. Donahue, and he is going to hurt me."

"I am sorry, I still don't understand, do you know him from somewhere?" He whispered back.

I took a deep breath and whispered, "He is Kyle's dad, and he is here to hut me for what I did to Kyle."

The Headmaster held me away from him and looked into my face. I was even more scared now because I could see he was getting mad, "I am so sorry, Brian. I can't believe how stupid I am." Now I was confused.

Tyler moved back in front of the Headmaster at the same time as Dr. Butler stood up. "What is going on here?" Tyler asked in a tone that said he was mad. I even had to turn my head to see what was happening. "How could you do such a thing to him? This was hard enough for him to process and you go and set him up with the dad of the boy he sent to jail."

"I am such a fool. I forgot Brian was in my office that day. I am so sorry, Brian, I am not sure you will ever forgive me, but I am truly sorry."

Mr. Donahue walked toward me, and Tyler got between him and me. "I may not be a man yet, but if you lay a hand on him, you and I will be going down a road I never thought a Crossman would take. How could you take something as special as his first mounting and turn it into some kind of revenge for the actions of your disgusting son?"

I could never, in my wildest dreams, think that Tyler even had this side of him. Mr. Donahue spoke for the first time. "Brian, please forgive me; I never meant for any of this to happen. For the record, I have never held you responsible for what happened to Kyle. He brought all that on himself, which is why he is still in jail."

Dr. Butler asked, "Why did you choose to bid so much on the boy that started the downfall of your son?"

"Let me make this perfectly clear; Brian did not start the downfall of my son. That distinction lays completely on Kyle's and my shoulders. When Brian came into the Headmaster's office that day, I could not believe that this little boy could take Kyle out in a fight. As scared as he was, he sat in that chair shaking and worried that the police would be called on him. I am not ashamed to say that with everything that I knew was happening with Kyle, I was more worried about how Brian was. I hated the thought of him suffering for what my son did."

Tyler was still ready to fight him if he so much as moved. "Kyle was not a Crossman, so how is it that you were able to bid on Brian?"

"I had been talking with the Headmaster for months before that day. My best friend is a Crossman and it was my hope that Kyle and myself would be able to join and Kyle would move into the Crossman House, but I waited too long to get rid of his mother and get control of him. If I had acted sooner, my son would be here instead of in jail. Everything that happened was because I didn't have the guts to act sooner."

Dr. Butler asked, "I am still a bit confused. If you were not planning to hurt the boy, why bid on him for his first mounting. You bid over everyone else, so there has to be a reason."

"There are a few, Doctor. First, I know that the money goes to help him in the future, and I wanted to make sure that he would have a great one. The second is a little harder to explain. I guess I was hoping to be his first because I wanted to do everything I could to keep the pain of the first time as little as possible. I was worried that he would get a man that would not be gentle with him and cause him more pain than necessary."

I could see Tyler was confused about what was just said. He was ready to fight for me and now he is not sure what to do or say. I asked the Headmaster to put me down. When he did, I walked up to Tyler and asked him to kneel. When he did, I wrapped him in a hug and said, "Thank you for standing up for me; I love you."

He hugged me back and said, "That's what big brothers are for. I love you too, Brian."

I finally let go of Tyler and went over to Mr. Donahue. He got down on his knees, "Mr. Donahue, I know that it was not my fault that Kyle is in jail. I need to tell you, though, after what he did to my friend Owen, I hope he is there for a long time."

"I am sorry about your friend Brian. I know about his dad and am doing everything I can do to help get them back together. Until then, I have informed the Headmaster that I will take care of anything that he needs. As for you, I will not withdraw my bid; that money is yours. I understand if you want someone else for your first mounting, but I hope you will allow me to spend some time with you in the future."

I looked at Tyler, the Headmaster, and Dr. Butler. Then I turned, took hold of Mr. Donahue's hand and pulled him back into the room. When I looked back, I could see how proud Tyler was of me and that made me feel like I could do anything.

Once the door closed behind us, I knew there was no turning back; Mr. Donahue removed his pants again and sat in the chair. "Brian, will you display for me?" I did as asked, and he ran his hands over my body. I giggled when he lightly touched under my arms. That made him smile and then he looked at my butt. "I notice you have some faded black and blue marks; what happened?"

"Oh, that. I got a paddling the first day I was here."

Shocked, he asked, "What did you do to deserve a paddling?"

Looking down, I said, "I beat up Kyle."

"Wait; what? You were paddled for that fight. It was not your fault."

"It kinda was my fault. You know that fighting is not allowed here, and I was fighting."

"But you did not start that; Kyle did."

"Kyle was just talking then; no one thought that it was anything more than Kyle running his mouth. Of course, now we know better, but then it was just words. I was trying to get into this school, and if I didn't take the punishment, I would not have been allowed to come here. That was about three weeks ago, and now I know that it was worth it. I love it here and even have friends now."

"Good for you, Brian. You know that you are an amazing kid, and I am very proud that you are allowing me to be your first. How about kneeling down here and show me what you have learned about sucking cock."

I got between his knees, pulled his cock and balls to the right, and stuck my face as far as I could between his thigh and balls and just breathed. I did my ten inhales, hold for ten, breath out, and repeat. I am still nervous about this, but also very excited. I licked every inch of his balls and then licked up all seven inches of his cock. I guess I was so caught up in it that it never occurred to me that this cock would soon be buried deep in my cunt.

I sucked him for a few minutes when he pulled out of my mouth and stood up. "Are you ready, sweet boy?"

"Not really." I said nervously."

"Brian, the thought of bringing you any pain hurts my heart. I want you to know that I will be as gentle as possible, but it will still hurt. Please know that what I am doing is to help you past this step in your development as a Crossman. Once I enter you, I won't stop until I cum. Are you ready?"

"Yes Sir, I am a Cboy and this is what we do to please men. I trust you, but remember, no matter what I say, you have to finish."

"You got it, boy." I felt the panic start and did the breathing that I as was taught. He lifted me up on the table, got me into position, and pulled the strap tight. I heard him flip two switches on the table and I felt the table move up a bit. "First, I am going to insert a tube into your cunt. This is lubrication and I will squeeze a bunch inside and then all around your cunt hole."

I felt it slide inside me and even fill me up a little. Not as much as the cunt cleaning, but still a lot. Then he pulled the tube slowly out of my cunt and I felt his fingers rub around my cunt hole; I really liked that. I heard the squishy sound as he was rubbing a lot of lube on his cock and then put the tube down.

"Ok, Brian, here we go."

I opened my eyes for a second and saw a little red light in front of me. I just stared, wondering what it was when I felt the tip of his cock against my cunt hole. I closed my eyes again and prepared myself.

"Brian, as soon as you feel pressure, you will have to fight all of your instincts to squeeze your cunt tight. Instead, you will need to push out as if you are taking the biggest poop of your life. Once I have the head in, I will stop and give you a minute to get used to it before I feed you more. Here we go, baby."

He pushed against my cunt and I tried to push out, but I tightened up instead. "Brian, if you don't push out, this will hurt a lot more."

I pushed out and felt him push hard, just enough to make me open up and take the head inside. At first, I didn't feel anything; then it felt like my cunt was on fire. I screamed so hard; I hurt my own ears. I was crying and begging him to pull out, but he just stayed put as he said he would. After a few minutes, he pushed more in, and again I screamed and begged him to stop. This went on for what felt like hours. After starting and stopping six times, I think, I felt his pubes against my butt.

He leaned over me and said softly in my ear, "I am all the way in now, sweet boy. Are you ready for me to breed you now?"

Through my tears, I asked, "I thought that is what you were doing. Isn't it over yet?"

I thought I heard laughter from far away when he said, "No baby, that was just the penetration; this is the mounting."

He pulled his cock back, which felt ok, but then he pushed it back in again. This got another scream out of me. In and out, in and out. It started out slow but got faster and faster, harder, and harder. I couldn't scream anymore, so I just cried. This went on forever, and slowly the pain turned from searing, burning pain to a dull ache.

"You have such an amazing cunt, sweet boy. I have only been with a few boys, but you are by far the best. He was really mounting me now. He was hitting my butt so hard with his body that if I hadn't been strapped down, I would be flying across the room. I heard him start to grunt and then he said, "Here we go, Brian, I am breeding you." I felt a warm feeling inside. I was sure I was bleeding to death in there.

He laid across my back and started to kiss my ears and neck. So far, this was the only thing that felt good. "You did good, boy, very good. Your cunt is a gift from the gods and will please many men."

That was just not something I want to think about right now. After a while, his cock started to get soft and he pulled it from my cunt with a pop. Then I felt something against my sore hole slide inside. I felt my hole close around it and wondered what it was. It was big, but he was moving around so I knew it was not his cock.

I heard running water and then a wet towel was rubbing all around my butt. He unstrapped me and helped me off the table. "How are you feel sweetheart?"

"My cunt really hurts. It feels like you are still in there."

"I am so sorry for the pain. I tried to be as gentle as possible, but once I started, I couldn't stop. The way your cunt squeezed my cock and massaged it was something I never imagined possible. As for the feeling in your cunt now, that is a cunt plug. You will wear that till morning so that your first breeding will have time to absorb into your body."

I guess I was not sure what all that meant, but I was too tired and too sore to care right now. I just wanted to go curl up in bed and cry. Once I was cleaned up, he took my hand and we walked out of the room into the big common room. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the brighter lights, but then I saw what looked like a hundred people all staring at me.

Timmy, Tristen, and Aaron were going crazy, clapping me on the back, giving me hugs and kisses. Timmy was all over me, "You did it, you did it!!! You are really one of us now; I am so happy for you, Brian!"

"That was awesome; I can't wait for my first mounting. I hope I do as well as you did." Aaron said excitedly.

Tyler came over, got down on his knees, "Brian, I am so proud of you. I will admit that I didn't think you would go through with it. When you came screaming out of that room, I was sure you were done. I am sorry for not believing in you about this. You said you were committed to doing it and you did. How are you feeling?"

"It hurt so much, I know he was trying to be gentle, but Tyler, it hurt so much." I started crying again and wrapped my arms around Tyler's neck while crying on his shoulder.

He picked me up and took me to a chair in the corner where he held and rocked me. "Brian, I know what you have just been through, I went through it myself. So, did most of the boys here as well as the men. All the men here with the exception of a few, were mounted and bred just as you were. Now, the worst of it is over. It will still hurt the next few times, but not nearly as bad, and soon, you will feel good enough for you to orgasm like I did on Monday.

He pulled me back and planted a kiss on my lips with his tongue. I was in pain and not happy, but I love those kisses. When he pulled back to look at me, he said, "What do you say we go party and celebrate. You are now an official Crossman, and you have this whole room and more to help you achieve anything you want in your future."

I really looked at the crowd for the first time. Everyone was naked, even the women. I saw boys and girls of all ages, some still in diapers. Those out of diapers were holding men's cocks and licking them. I looked at Timmy and asked, "Hey, aren't those kids too little to be doing that?"

Timmy looked where I was looking at a three-year-old licking a man's cock and replied, "No, not really. We are taught from the beginning to service men. For me, I was just doing what my brothers were doing. We often fought over who got the cum. No child is forced to do it; it is just the natural thing to do."

I guess I understand that, as long as they are not being forced. I looked along the wall to see men sitting in chairs with boys and girls my age and older sitting on their laps. I could tell by the way their legs were spread that the men had their cocks in their cunts. I watched this man with a girl that looked like she was maybe eleven. She was on this man's lap with his cock in her cunt, holding her against his chest and moving her up and down with one hand, while rubbing between her legs with the other. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was moaning. Then her whole body got stiff, her toes curled, and she moaned really loud. The man never stopped moving. She finally relaxed but started moaning again.

Joey came up to me and said, "My sister could go all day like that."

"That is your sister?"

"Yep, her name is Jan. She is super cool. I will introduce you to her later."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything."

"Do the girls have mounting parties too and do the men put their cocks in their… you know, down there," I said, pointing down.

He laughed, "Of course, they have mounting parties too. Jan was mounted on the same table you were and where I will be. It's called a pussy, by the way, and no cocks can enter them until marriage. It's just the same as the boys' dicks can't be used or played with until marriage."

"But he is playing with her pussy."

"Yea, because girls don't get the pleasure we do from their cunts. That is why men play with their pussies while they are mounting them. They only play with the outside, though, nothing inside."

"Ok, I think I understand now."

Just then, Timmy came over, grabbed my arm, and pulled me across the room. "Hi daddy, I want you to meet my best friend in the whole world. Daddy, this is Brian. Brian, this is my daddy."

He was definitely Timmy's father. He was an older version of Timmy, only he was like six foot five [2m], with blond hair with bits of gray in it. He reached his hand out and said, "Nice to finally meet you, Brian, I have heard so much about you. Every time I talk to Timmy, he is going on about you."

I shook his hand and said, "It is nice to meet you, Sir." I felt like I should say something more; I was just not sure what.

"You did good tonight, son. I heard there was a problem at the start; what was that about?"

Timmy said, "Yeah, what happened? You said you were ready to do it, cold feet?"

"No, that was not it."

I looked around till I saw Mr. Donahue and pointed at him. "Do you see that man over there?" Timmy and his father both looked where I was pointing and nodded their heads. "That is Mr. Donahue; when I walked in the room and saw him, I was so sure that he was going to hurt me really bad."

Mr. Marshal asked, "You mean you were worried about the pain from the mounting?"

"No, I knew that was coming, didn't realize it would hurt that bad, though."

Timmy said, "Then if it wasn't the mounting, then why were you so scared of him? Did you know him from somewhere?"

"Yes, I met him and his wife in the Headmaster's office with their son."

"So, who is their son?" Timmy asked.

"Kyle, the one that hurt Owen."

Timmy was shocked. "Your first mounting was done by the father of the boy you put in jail?"

Mr. Marshal looked confused, so I explained the events of the first day. "Wow, Timmy told me about that. Why would he want to be your first, though?"

"So I would know that he cared about me and that he doesn't blame me for Kyle."

"Well, your first mounting was a big night for you, wasn't it?"

"Yes Sir, it has been way different than I expected."

"How do you feel about it, now that you have lived through it?"

"It hurt my cunt a lot, but the pain is not so much now."

"I told you it would not be that bad. I remember mine, and I think I screamed more than you did," said Timmy.

"So, I guess everyone heard me then?" I asked, feeling very embarrassed.

Timmy laughed and pointed at the TV's hanging from the ceiling. "Heard you and saw your face through the whole thing."

"What do you mean? Are you telling me that all of these people watched me get mounted?"

"No silly, only your face." He took my hand a pulled me over to this TV in the corner and pushed the button. My face came into view and I watched myself listen to Mr. Donahue tell me to push out and then scold me for tightening up. I saw myself look at the camera, oh man, that's what that light was. I saw me close my eyes again and then watched them open and the scream come out of my mouth.

I felt Mr. Marshal put his hand on my shoulder and guide me to a chair. Mr. Marshal sat in the chair and spread his legs while pointing at the ground between his legs. I got on my knees and was just about to start servicing him when I looked to the right and saw that eleven-year-old girl I was watching before. She was still sitting on that man's cock. On the left side was a boy, who was maybe five, licking a man's cock, looking just as happy as me when I am sucking on a cock. I guess Timmy was right about that.

Mr. Marshal put his hand behind my head and guided me to his cock. I sucked him deep into my throat until he shot his load. "Brian, Timmy has asked me if you could come over this weekend. If you would like to, you are absolutely invited."

"Thank you, Sir. I will have to ask the Headmaster."

"You do that and let Timmy know."

I sucked the cocks of three more men before the Headmaster said it was time to cut the cake. I could not believe what I was seeing. On the cake was a picture of me on the table with Mr. Donahue about to put his big cock in me. This was done in frosting and some kind of food paint. I was given the piece with Mr. Donahue's cock on it. We ate, talked, drank punch, and laughed a lot before the Headmaster called it a night and sent us up to bed.

Tyler took me into the shower room to rinse off any lube left on my butt and just let me soak. I brushed my teeth and went back to my room. I kissed Timmy, Tristen, and Tyler goodnight and laid down on my bed. I don't remember getting under the covers before I was asleep.

The next morning was the usual, up at five-thirty, pee, brush my teeth, and then to the CCR. I forgot all about my cunt plug until Tyler pulled it out of me.

"Owwweee… That hurt Tyler."

"I know, buddy, but it would have hurt more if I told you I was going to do it and you clinched up. I am going to put the nozzle in you now and it will hurt a bit."

It did, but something was different. The water going in was cold today instead of warm. "Hey, what the big deal Tyler? That water is cold."

"I know it is Brian, but coming out, it will feel wonderful."

He was right; it did. I was still a little sore back there, but not too bad. After the first fill and hold, I went over to the toilet to release, expecting to see a bloody mess. I did see a few spots, but nothing that I was going to worry about. When I was done with my cunt cleaning, it was back to my room, collect my clothes and backpack, and down to the common room for dressing.

Once dressed, Tyler did his usual check over then said, "Guys, I wanted to tell you here, so I won't have to repeat it during breakfast. I will not be at lunch today, so don't wait for me."

I asked, "Where will you be?"

"I will be with the Headmaster taking my punishment for the disrespectful way I talked to him and Mr. Donahue."

"Why are you getting punished? You were protecting me. You thought I was in danger. You had to do it; you promised Donny that you would protect me."

"That is true, and I would do it again, but I broke a Crossman code of conduct and have to answer for it. It will be ok, Brian; I answer for my mistakes just as you did. Let's go to breakfast."

My dad used to say that he was so mad he could spit nails. That is the way I am feeling right now. I didn't talk much during what little breakfast I ate. Timmy tried to talk to me on the way to the gym and I asked, "Timmy, I know you care about me and I love you for it. Right now, I just need to take some time to cool off. Tyler should not be getting punished because of me."

Timmy let it go, and when Mr. Price did his inspection of me and looked at my cunt he asked, "Brian, I know you had a rough night last night. Do you feel like you can participate in class today?"

I was a little worried that I was too mad and might hurt someone, so I said, "I am kinda sore. Would it be ok if I sat this one out?" It was not a lie; I was still sore.

"That is fine, just dress out and sit in the bleachers today."

Once class was over and I was back in my robe, I headed to my next class. On the way, my anger got the better of me and I headed to the Headmaster's office. When I walked in, Brad was at his desk, "Hi Brian, great job last night. I am so happy for you."

"Thank you, but I need to see the Headmaster."

"Sorry, brother, he is in a meeting."

"No problem." I turned and walked to the Headmaster's door and knocked before Brad could stop me.

I heard "come" from the other side of the door and was already inside before Brad could get to me. I walked in to find him with Dr. Butler. "Oh, Brian, I am sorry, son, but you will have to come back later. I am in a meeting right now."

"I am here for my punishment, Sir."

"What punishment? I don't remember you doing anything wrong."

"I am going to take the punishment you are planning to give Tyler at lunch."

"I don't understand; did Tyler send you here?"

"No Sir, he doesn't even know I am here."

"Brian, as you know, there is a way things work around here, and Tyler was very disrespectful to both Mr. Donahue and me. There has to be consequences for his actions."

"Yes Sir, I understand the way things work. In this case, however, the only reason Tyler is in this trouble is that he was protecting me. He promised Donny that he would not let anything bad happen to me. If I had panicked when I saw Mr. Donahue, Tyler would never have talked to either of you that way. So, the fault is mine, or I guess with all due respect, yours."

"Mine, how do you figure that?"

"Yes Sir. You were there for everything that went down with Kyle after the fight. How did you think I would have responded by seeing Mr. Donahue? I was already trying to keep it together for my mounting that I was so afraid of, just to see the dad of the boy I sent to jail."

"You are right, and I will take the blame for my error, but that doesn't excuse the way Tyler talked to us men."

"Sir, that makes no sense. If you know that you made the mistake of not warning me that the man who was going to mount me was Kyle's dad, how can you punish Tyler for doing what he is supposed to do? I mean, he is my big brother, isn't he? His job is to teach me how to be a good Crossman and protect me, so how can you punish him for that?"

Dr. Butler said, "He's got you there, Joe." He said with a laugh. "Brian, how do you feel today about everything that happened last night? Not counting the issue with Tyler."

"It hurt very badly when he entered my cunt. I have never felt such pain, but today I am glad it is done, and I am not having to worry about it. I understand the next few times will hurt a little, but I am ready for it."

I turned and looked at the Headmaster and asked, "What is my punishment?"

"Brian, you are smart and gave a good fair argument for Tyler. I think that law may be your future. As for Tyler, he and I will have a serious talk about what happened and why it won't happen again. He will apologize to Mr. Donahue and me, and we will call that his punishment. Will that be ok?"

"Yes Sir. Thank you, that is very fair. I will start by saying I am sorry for barging in as I did. I am sorry for interrupting your meeting."

"Well, Brian, here is the funny part. This meeting was about you."

"Me, am I in trouble for last night?"

"No, Brian, this is a different issue. Timmy's dad caught me last night and asked if you could come to spend this weekend with them."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot to ask you about that."

"That is what Dr. Butler and I were talking about when you came in. Have a seat, Brian. We have decided that it would not be a good idea for you to go there this weekend."

I was surprised that he said no, "Why, Sir?"

"You just had your first mounting yesterday, and it would not be fair to you to allow you to go to Timmy's house. He has two older brothers, that are no longer caged, living there with his dad. You would be required to service all three men and any man that comes by. That means that you will suck their cocks, be mounted, and drink their golden water any time they want it. I just don't feel like that is a situation that you are ready for."

"I guess you are right; that is a lot. Timmy will be real sad, but Owen will be happy that I am staying."

"Well…" Dr. Butler said, "Owen won't be here this weekend. He is going home with me. We are going to talk about how he is doing now. There has to be more to his suicide attempt than just Kyle. He also seems to have a real interest in becoming a Crossman, and I need to find out why."

"I hope you decide he can be a Crossman because I hate keeping things from him. I guess I am on my own this weekend then."

"That is up to you. Mr. & Mrs. Walters would like for you to come to their house this weekend if you want to."

"Really!!!! That would be great; I miss Mr. Walters so much."

"Well, he misses you too. I take that as a yes?"

"Oh, yes Sir. Thank you so much."

"Then let's get you back to class." We walked out to Brad's desk and he gave me a pass back to class.

Chapter 12
Bryan's New Life

Before I could leave the office, Dr. Butler guided me into the room where I talked to my family a few days ago. He sat in the chair and pulled me onto his lap.

"Brian, what happened yesterday, was not as much about you being mounted as it was about you becoming a Crossman. Starting today, your life as you knew it has drastically changed. The hiding how smart you are, hiding just to read a book, and most of all, the feeling that you were not part of your community, those days are gone. Today, you are a Crossman. That carries with it a lot of responsibilities. Going forward as a Crossman, your future is set. You will go to college, have a family, be a leader in your community, and a role model for others to follow."

"I don't understand Sir. I am not a leader, and I'm sure not a role model."

"How can you say that? I watched you at that party last night. Those boys you were with would follow you anywhere. They never took their eyes off you, even while they were servicing their men. Owen is in love with you. You can see that by the way he looks at you and always wants to be with you. Since you came to this school, Owen has finally come out of his shell. He is talkative, smiles a lot, and participates more in his classes. Don't tell me you're not a role model."

"I am very confused, Doctor; I have not done anything to make people think that way."

"Oh, my boy, but you have. You started by removing a threat from their lives. Then you became a friend to all these boys without a second thought as to who they were. You didn't let Owen's scars affect the way you see him or Timmy's missing balls. All you see is nice boys who you like to be around."

"That's because they are nice boys and even want to be my friend."

"Owen is a special case, and if not for you, I am not sure he would still be here. He sure has not had an easy life. His mother could care less about him. His father was his best friend, and when he was taken away, it broke him. He was looking for a way out; what Kyle did to him just convinced him it was time to die."

"Well, I am glad he didn't succeed. He is so cool, and I love to be around him; he makes me laugh," I said with a smile.

"You see, Brian, he was never cool or funny before you came into his life. Even Timmy only had a few boys that he would even talk to, but they were always kept at a distance. Meeting you and seeing how hard you are working to adapt has changed that in him."

Taking a deep breath, he continued, "You keep saying that you didn't grow up like them, and you don't always understand them. What do you think they feel about you? They are seeing the excitement you are finding as a Crossman, excitement about things that they took for granted. None of them could understand why you were scared of the mounting. They didn't realize what a truly big deal it is until you showed them, and Brian, you have only been here for a week. How will their lives change when you have been here for years?"

"I wasn't trying to do any of that, though."

"I know, you didn't have to; all you ever had to be was you. I just told you about how you have affected their lives, but they have also had a big impact on your life as well. You came into this school afraid of everything, but you let them help you through it and gave them something to take pride in. Timmy told me something yesterday before your mounting. He said that you are the bravest person he has ever met. He said that no matter how scared you have been since you got here, that you have faced up to it all. When I saw you take Mr. Donahue's hand and walk back into that mounting room, I knew he was right."

"I sure didn't feel brave, I was so scared."

"Yet you faced it. As for brave, did you ever think you would care enough about anyone that was not Donny to walk into an office and stand up to a man like the Headmaster, just to save someone from being punished unjustly?"

"But he was not just someone; he is my brother and my friend."

"You barely knew Timmy, but you took on a boy twice your size for no other reason than he was picking on someone who could not stand up for himself."

"I guess I never thought of it that way. I just wish I hadn't been such a cry baby about everything though, that was embarrassing."

"No, don't be embarrassed about that at all. What you did with your tears is allow boys like Timmy, Aaron, Owen, and Tyler to feel like they were a part of your journey. You can't take that away from them by being embarrassed about it."

"Wow, I didn't know anyone really cared about all of that."

"Of course, you didn't, because you are not the kind of person who is looking for pats on the back. You just do what you think is right and never realize how big a deal it is to others. However, to those other boys, it is a huge deal. Brian, I am so proud of you for who you are and look so forward to the Crossman who I know you will become."

We hugged and he put me back on the floor. "Thank you, Doctor, that gives me a lot to think about."

"You are very welcome, Brian. Now, off to class with you."

The rest of the morning went very well. I was in such a great mood after my talk with Dr. Butler. He always makes me feel better. I met Timmy outside the dining room, and we went inside. We got in our line and just grabbed our trays when I heard Owen yelling my name.

He was running towards me yelling, "Brian… Brian…"

"Hey Owen, slow down; what's up?"

He was waving a piece of paper in the air, "Look, Brian, it's a letter from my daddy. He says that he loves me and misses me so much that his heart hurts, just like mine."

I reached out, caught him, and gave him a big hug, "I am so happy for you, Owen. I knew he would contact you as soon as he could."

"Now I know where to write to him and the Headmaster said that I could write to him as much as I want to. Tonight, I am going to tell him all about you and Timmy and that you are my friends."

"I am so excited for you. Now, go get in line and get some lunch."

When he turned around, Bobby was there, "Hey little bro, what is all the excitement about?"

"Look, Bobby, my daddy wrote me a letter."

Bobby guided him toward their line, so I could not hear what Bobby said.

Timmy just looked at me and smiled, "What are you looking at, goofball?"

"I have seen that kid around here for a few years now, and I don't think I have ever seen him so happy. What's cool is that you are the first person he wanted to share the news with. I know I am going to sound like a sap, but I gotta say, I like you a lot. You are a good person."

"Yes, you do sound like a sap, and you also sound like Dr. Butler. He said the same thing this morning."

We got our food and, yes, our golden water and headed to the table. Timmy asked, "When did you see Dr. Butler?"

"He was at the Headmaster's office when I went to see him."

Timmy just looked at me as if the world was ending. "Why did you go to see him?"

"Because I wanted him to punish me instead of Tyler. I was the one that messed up; he was just defending me."

"I thought Tyler told you to stay out of it."

"He did, but it wasn't fair; I wanted the Headmaster to know it."

"I am not sure I want to be you when we get home tonight. Tyler said to say out of it, and you should have done what he asked."

I was so happy until now. We finished lunch without saying much more. It knew Timmy was mad at me, but that would have to wait till tonight. The rest of my classes went well, and I practically ran to Drama.

I entered the auditorium and saw Mrs. Walters by the stage. I ran to her, yelling, "Mrs. Walters… Mrs. Walters…"

She turned to see me running at full speed with a big smile on my face. She reached out her arms and I almost knocked her over, "Brian, what's going on."

I caught my breath and said, "The Headmaster said that I get to spend the weekend with you and Mr. Walters. Is it true?"

"Why yes, it is, if you want to. I know you don't like my husband much, but I hope you will come anyway."

I fell into a chair, laughing. When I calmed down a little, I said, "Well, I guess I could, as long as he doesn't math me to death."

Her smile went away, and she shook her head, "I guess you can't come then, because you know he will math you to death. He never got the opportunity when you were his student," she said with a laugh.

I looked at the ground as if I was thinking, then smiled as I looked up and said, "I guess there are worse ways to go." I giggled.

She held out her arms and wrapped me in a hug. She whispered in my ear, "Mr. Walters and I will pick you up tomorrow at nine thirty after your appointment."

How did she know I had an appointment? Did I know I had an appointment? She called the class to order. "Ok boys, who studied the lines and song I assigned from 'Music Man' last week?" We all raised our hands except for three boys, Owen being one of them.

"Owen, I know you studied them because we did them together over the weekend."

"Shh, I don't want to be called on, please Brian." He looked so afraid that when she looked over towards us, I raised my hand.

"Ok Brian, how much of' You Got Trouble' do you know?"

"All of it, I guess."

"Ok, hop up on stage and show me what you got"

The lyrics are more like talking fast than a song. After Owen, Timmy, and I went to the movies last weekend we came back, went to the library in the main building, found a DVD of the 'Music Man', and watched it. The star was cool the way he conned those people, and by the time we left the library, we were all doing the lines and having fun. So, I took a deep breath and when the music started, I went for it."

"Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-reail billiard shot?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle…"

There's more, but I think you get the point. There are like another thirty lines and by the time I was done, I was out of breath. Everyone was clapping and I must admit that I felt relieved, happy, and exhausted all at the same time.

I sat down next to Owen and said, "I saved you this time, but you know she is going to make you do it later. You will never be as good as me but do your best." I had to turn my head so he would not see me smile and know I was daring him.

"You are right; I will not be as good as you. I will be better." He raised his hand.

"Yes, Owen?"

"Would it be alright if I go now?"

"Sure, come up on stage."

"No way can you do better than me," I said.

"Watch me," He said as he started walking away, then he turned his head towards me and stuck out his tongue."

He climbed up on that stage with a purpose. When the music started up, he did the whole song as we saw that Robert Preston guy do it in the movie.

When he came off stage, after the applause from the class and a few older kids who came from backstage to watch, he sat down next to me and said, "I told you I could do it better."

I just smiled at him. "What are you smiling at?" All of a sudden, his face registered that he caught on. "You set me up; you acted like there was no way I could do it better than you, so I would do it."

I acted surprised, "Who me?" I could not help but laugh. When I did, I turned my head enough to see Dr. Butler sitting in the back of the theater, looking at me and shaking his head.

Owen saw him too and asked, "What do you think he is doing here?"

"I think he is here to talk to you."

"Why, what did I do?" Owen asked nervously.

"Why do you think you did something wrong? Why don't you go see what he wants?"

I watched as Owen approached Dr. Butler. The Doctor looked at me and winked. I watched as Owen sat down and they started talking. Then everyone heard Owen say kinda loud, "Really, you mean it!"

I saw the Doctor nod his head and Owen came running back to me. "Guess what, Dr. Butler said that I could come to his house this weekend if I wanted. Except for the movies and the park, I never get to leave here. Do you think I should go?"

"Of course, you should. Timmy is going home this weekend, and I am going to Mr. and Mrs. Walters's house for the weekend. If you don't go, you will be all alone."

He turned to leave and then turned back. "He said to tell you 'Leader', what does that mean?"

"I have no idea."

He ran back over to the Doctor, nodded his head fast, and then gave him a hug.

Owen and I walked together over to the dining room where, of course, Timmy was waiting for us. Owen ran up to him all excited and said, "Timmy, we did it! Both of us got on stage and did 'Ya Got Trouble.' Brian went first because there was no way I could get up there and do it. After Brian finished, and he did awesome, he tricked me into going up, and I did it. Of course, I did better than Brian."

"In your dreams, goofball, I did way better than you," I teased.

"I wish I could have seen it. I know you both did great, and I will be at the show for sure," said Timmy.

We walked into the dining room and Owen headed over to his line where I could tell he was going crazy telling Bobby all about it. Timmy and I got our trays and I was all excited because they had meatloaf again. I love the meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans. The man at the end put the golden water on my tray and we went over to our table. Tyler, Brendon, Tristen, Paul, and Brad were already there.

I was feeling good about today and wanted to tell Tyler all about it, but he would not even look at me. "Tyler, what's wrong?"

"You know what's wrong, Brian, don't act like you don't."

"Please, Tyler, I am sorry. I just didn't want you to get in trouble for protecting me. Please don't be mad at me."

After that, Tyler would not even look at me. I felt my tears starting to form in my eyes, so I got up and ran out of the dining room and over to the house. I stripped down and ran upstairs to my room. I fell on the bed, face down and cried into my pillow.

I don't know how long it was, but I felt a hand on my back and thought it was Tyler. It wasn't; it was Timmy. "It's ok, Brian, it will pass, trust me."

"Timmy, you just don't understand. Every time things are going good for me, I do something to mess it up. Now Tyler won't ever speak to me again."

"Don't be stupid, Brian; of course, he will speak to you again. It may not be until tomorrow. You messed up and you have to accept that. Tyler told you in front of Tristan and me not to go to the Headmaster, and you did it anyway. You have to know that you violated his trust by doing that."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like the other day when Owen told us how he used to service his dad. You said that you would not tell anyone about it, and he trusted you to keep the secret. Tyler said not to talk to the Headmaster, that he knew what he did was wrong, but he loves us and that his job is to protect us. You nodded your head that you understood and then went and did it anyway. How does he trust you now?"

"I love him too. How do I fix this?"

"You can't fix this right now. You have to let Tyler get over his mad; then you guys will work it out. I mean it, Brian, don't try to fix this until Tyler is over his mad, or you will just make it worse."

I know Timmy is right; Donny is the same way. The hard part for me was always the waiting for Donny to get over his mad, but he always did. I laid back down on my bed and Timmy laid down beside me. We didn't talk, but it felt good to have him there.

Tyler and Tristen came into the room just long enough to hang their clothes and then left. Timmy said, "We need to go get our cunts cleaned so we can get to our appointments." We laid there for another five minutes, then headed to the CCR.

When we entered the room, Tyler and Tristen were just getting off the toilet and into the showers. Timmy and I took our places on the table. Tyler went behind Timmy to start him, while Jr did mine. The nozzle was bigger than last time and hurt a little going in, but not too bad. I went through three cleanings, showered, and went back to my room. Tyler was there, giving Tristen his appointment information. "Tristen, you are with Mr. Young in room twenty-eight, and Timmy, you are with Mr. Anderson in room nineteen. Brian, you are with Mr. Taylor in room six."

He was still mad and turned away as soon as he gave me my appointment. I walked down the stairs with Timmy and a bunch of other boys. I found room six and knocked on the door. "Come in."

I opened the door to see a naked man. There was something about him that really scared me; maybe it was the big black beard. He was five foot seven [1.7m], dark brown eyes, hairy chest, beer belly, and a very hard six-inch [15cm] cock."

He looked at me and said, "I am aware that you had your first mounting yesterday. What you need to understand is that you are now a Crossman and what that means is that we have a duty to each other. Yours is to be obedient and accept that a man's needs must be your first priority. Whether that is taking care of his sexual needs, domestic needs, or just hanging around with him for company."

"Excuse me Sir, I understand my duties as a Cboy, but you said that we have a duty to each other. What does that mean?"

"Good question, boy. Dr. Butler and the Headmaster think that maybe the law might be something that you would be into exploring. I, like many of the other men you will be meeting, are lawyers. My duty to you would be to help you explore this possibility. I would meet with you and have you over to my house where I would show you how to find laws, write briefs and even take you to court with me to see what it would be like."

"Really, that would be so cool. I am not sure that law is what I want to do, but it would be fun to explore it."

"Law is just one option and you are nine years old. You will be exploring many different options before you will need to choose one. For now, let's start with you coming over here and displaying for me."

I still thought he was a little scary, and he was not really asking me to display as much as telling me. I got into display position and he started his inspection of me.

"You are actually a very cute boy. With the good food they serve here, you are going to have to start watching what you eat and get more exercise. Otherwise, you will get one of these," he said, rubbing his stomach, "and it is much harder to get rid of as an adult. I saw that you had a penis issue, but I didn't know it was this bad. Does it get hard at all?"

"No Sir. I know it won't get any bigger, but I wish it at least worked."

"Do you think you would like to find a woman to marry and have children?"

"No Sir, I know I am gay. I hope one day to have a husband."

"I think you will be a wonderful wife to the right man. Now, show me how you please a cock." He said as he pointed to the ground in front of him.

I got down on my knees before him and did my breathing, then started licking his balls. After a few minutes he said, "Now boy, I expect you to have this cock in your mouth and all I should see is your nose against my pubes. Do it now."

I took him in my mouth and licked the head and collected as much of his pre as I could get. I swallowed just enough to coat my throat and use the rest to coat his cock. I took a deep breath and went all the way down on him. It took three tries to get it into my throat, but I did it and when I went to pull up, I found he was holding me there. I wanted to push his hand off my head but knew that would be disrespectful. I started struggling for air, he must have known because he released my head and I pulled back far enough to breathe, but not far enough to let the cock out of my mouth.

After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out and said, "You did a very good job boy. I felt your struggle, but you put your man's needs ahead of your own. Had you fought, I would have let go, but you didn't and that shows your commitment to the Crossman code of conduct. Now, let's get you into mounting position on the bed."

I was really hoping that I would not be mounted this time. I am still hurting from yesterday. "Yes Sir."

I was not sure how I was supposed to position myself until I heard, "This will be just like yesterday. I want you in the center of the bed in the same position you were in on the mounting table. Very good… legs under you… nice… face on the bed… arms stretched above your head… good… now arch your back… What you are doing now, Brian, is offering your cunt to your man. In this position, you are saying to him that you are there to please him."

I heard him open a cabinet, then close it again. I felt the tip of the lube enter me. "Brian, this lube I am using is different than what you had yesterday. For your first mounting, an oil-based lube was used because it will last in the same state for the whole mounting. Going forward, we will use a water-based lube. It will break down after a short time, allowing more friction for you and your man's enjoyment. It won't be as enjoyable for you today, but it will bring you some amazing pleasure when you are used to being mounted. It also has a little flavor to it for when you are cleaning the cock afterward."

I really did not want to think about having to do that. I know I am clean inside, but it is still my butt. I felt him slide between my legs and then felt his cock touch my cunt. I tightened up, which I didn't mean to do. I forced myself to relax and push out. As soon as I did, he pushed the head of his cock in me. I pushed my face into the pillow and screamed. I thought the pain was supposed to lessen after the first time.

He waited a while, longer than Mr. Donahue did last night. "Brian, I feel you are relaxing, so I am slowly going to push in more cock. All I need from you is to ask me politely to push more cock into your cunt."

I could not believe that he was going to make me ask him for it. The thing is, that as much as it hurts I really do want this to happen so that I can start getting the same feelings that I got that day in the Doctor's office. "Sir, it really hurts a lot, but I know that I need to learn to pleasure cocks with my cunt as well as my mouth. Would you please feed me your cock until you have bred me?"

"Very good, Brian. Of course, I will breed you; all you had to do was ask," he said with a chuckle.

Over the next five minutes or so, he slowly pushed his cock inch by inch into me until his pubes pressed against my butt. "You're doing great, Brian; now I want you to slowly straighten out your legs, so you are lying flat on the bed. Very good boy, now spread them as wide as you can."

Once I got into the position he wanted, he laid with his weight on me, making sure that his cock was planted. "That's better; how are you feeling now?"

"It still hurts, only not as much. You are a little heavy, but I kinda like the way it feels."

"Most boys like this over the mounting position. That position is good to receive the man's cock but tends to cramp up the boy's legs. In this position, the boy and the man become bonded. I am a part of you right now, with my cock making our connection. Now we are running out of time, so we need to finish this off and get you bred."

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. There was still some pain, but it was more of a full feeling and an ache. Then he started speaking into my ear, "Oh yea Brian, that cunt is made for cocks. You will give the men so much pleasure with it. I am envious of your future husband."

He started speeding up and going in and out harder. I thought I was starting to feel some tingles just as he was feeding me his seed. When he stopped to rest, the tingles went away. He started to go soft and pulled out. When his cock was free, I felt him put a cunt plug in. He moved so his legs were off the bed and he was in a sitting position.

"Brian, come over here and get on your knees."

I did as I was told and was now staring at the cock that was just inside me. I didn't see any poop on it, only cum and lubrication. "Clean me up, boy, so we can get you to bed."

I took a deep breath and went for it. It tasted like cum, which I really liked, and strawberry. I licked that cock happily until he told me to stop. "You did good today, boy; I am proud of you."

He told me to take just the head back into my mouth. "You know what is about to happen?" I nodded my head. "You know how to control the flow, so nothing leaks out?" I nodded again, put my thumbs on his piss tube, and lightly squeezed. I felt the first of his golden water enter my mouth. It was really bitter and not very good at all, but I drank it all down.

"You did very well, Brian; we will definitely be meeting again. Our meetings will not always be about sex; some will be about law. I will see about you spending a week with me at some point and see if I can't make the law fun for you."

We walked out of the room and went our separate ways. I went to the service room, logged on to the computer, and filled out my questionnaire. With that done, I logged out and headed up to my room. My cunt was hurting a little, but not as bad as last night. If he would just have gone a little longer, I might have gotten the tingles as I had in the Doctor's office that first day.

I walked into our room and Tyler was lying on his bed reading with his back to me. I grabbed my backpack and pulled out my homework. I was just finishing when Timmy and Tristen came back. We all went down to the bathroom, peed, washed our faces and hands. We went back to our room and got into our beds and said goodnight.

I tried to get to sleep but had too much on my mind. When I heard everyone's breathing become study, I got out of bed, grabbed my book, and headed down to the library. There were only a few lights on, and I noticed in one corner there was a boy at one of the desks. He looked older than me, working on what looked like his homework. I went over to my red beanbag chair and pulled it under a light. I started reading, but my mind kept going back to Tyler. I really loved him, not as much as Donny, but close. I hope I didn't ruin my relationship with him.

I was reading and thinking for I don't know how long when I looked up into Tyler's eyes. I figured I was in trouble again, but he pulled a chair over and said, "I was looking for you. I heard you leave and figured you were going to the bathroom, but never came back. I noticed that your book was not on your nightstand, so I figured you would be here. Want to tell me why you are here?"

"I just couldn't sleep. I guess I am in trouble again," I asked flatly.

"No, you're not in trouble. Because we're in close quarters, most boys come here or to the kitchen to read or do homework when they can't sleep. Want to tell me why you can't sleep?"

"Just frustrated and too much on my mind."

"What is frustrating you?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"Because you are still in your mad and I don't want to make things worse."

"Brian, do you understand why I am mad?"

"Because you told me not to do something and I did it anyway."

"You are always using the excuse that you didn't grow up a Crossman. That, however, does not apply here. I feel mad that you did something that I asked you not to, but mostly I feel betrayed."

"I don't understand; how did I betray you?"

"I don't regret what I did that night with the Headmaster and Mr. Donahue. I thought you were in danger, and I would fight to the death anyone that tried to hurt one of my brothers, especially the three I am responsible for."

"I know that, but that whole situation was my fault. Well, mostly the Headmaster's fault."

"That may be, but I am the one that showed disrespect by raising my voice and threatening a man. That is just not done here, and there are consequences for those actions. I knew it and was ready to accept them. It was important for me to accept them."

"What was it so important that you would be willing to accept a punishment that I should have received?"

"As you have noticed by what you have seen, as well as what you have heard from the other boys, the bonds are strong between a Crossman father and son."

"Yea, all the boys talk about their dads a lot."

"Right, so had you not interfered today, I would have gone home tomorrow and told my dad what happened on your mounting day. My dad would have been proud of me for standing up for you, even knowing the cost of doing so. Then he would have asked about my punishment. I would have told him about it and how I walked into the Headmaster's office and accepted it with pride, knowing I had done the right thing. Only now, I have to tell him that I didn't get punished because you went in and talked the Headmaster out of it. That news will take the proud look off his face and it will be replaced with a look of disappointment. I can count on one hand the number of times in my life that I have seen that look on his face because of something I did."

"I am really sorry, Tyler, I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't; how would you have. There are a lot of things you don't know, and you will make mistakes. You need to understand, Brian, I know these things. Timmy and Tristen know these things, but unless you want to go back to no friends, you have to listen when we tell you that you should or shouldn't do something. Let us guide you and help you through this major transition in your life, or save yourself the hassle and get the Headmaster to move you into another house."

I felt tears start to fill my eyes. "Is that what you think I should do?"

"I can't answer that for you, Brian; you will have to do that yourself. As for me, I hope you don't do it. I would miss you very much and be extremely sad about it."

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

Sitting up straighter so I could look him in the eyes, "Does that mean you are over your mad?"

"I am mostly over my mad, but you are going to have to prove to me that I can trust you again."

I jumped up and hugged him tightly and said, "I will prove it to you, Tyler, I promise I will."

"Ok, I am tired and going to bed. Are you coming?"

"Yep, just let me grab my book." When I turned around, I saw the boy that was there when I came in and one other. They were both smiling and wiping their eyes with their arms.

I was a little embarrassed, so I grabbed my book and caught up with Tyler. We went back upstairs, Tyler turned to go into our room, and I went straight. I took another pee, washed my hands, and went back to my room. I was tired and knew I could sleep now.

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