Eff Del

Flights of Angels

Book 2 of Young But Daily Growin'

Chapters 6-12

Chapter 6

There'll be some movin' and shakin' at Joyous Gaurde

A sadly human mistake is to be incontrovertibly certain of the rightness of our own opinions. We can become so convinced in this regard, that expressing our beliefs often feels more like an obligation than a simple desire.

Because others share the same conviction of their own grasp the truth, we are often surprised when our expression of belief is met with opposing or contradictory argumentation.

The simple fact is; if we wish to say whatever it is we want to say, then, we must be prepared to hear what we actually don't want to hear.

It is selfish and unrealistic to expect otherwise.

I was taken by complete surprise. What was happening before me was not the expected reintroduction of casual acquaintances, but an obviously joyful reunion of two close friends. I could only stand and watch, completely amazed.

"Tadpole! First they told us that you were gone on a long mysterious contract and then they told us you were never coming back. We didn't know what to think. Some of the guys said they thought you were dead. I told them I thought maybe you'd been adopted even though nobody ever gets adopted out of the nest!"

"But, I DID Rufus! I DID get adopted. Eric… Dad adopted me! It even happened on my birthday! How cool is that?"

"Eric's your Dad? Eric adopted you? You must be the luckiest kid in the world, Tadpole! Man, it's great to see you again. I was afraid I never would and now I find out you're living with Eric! This couldn't be neater!"

They were sitting on the floor by now engaged in a lively and happy discussion. I strode into the room and looked down at them. It was a moment before they seemed to notice me and then, they both looked up at me with happy smiles. Though I'm certain the puzzlement was showing on my face, I returned their smiles.

"I gather that you two know each, then?"

"Know each other? Dad, Rufus is my Lead Senior and I'm his Follow Boy!" They both looked back at each other grinning.

"Perhaps we can go sit down, I'll get us something to drink and then you can tell me what that means in English." I gestured toward the white couches. The boys jumped to their feet, ran into the sun-filled lounge and sat down side-by-side.

I reminisced that Jack was beautifully naked the last time he had sat on that couch, and I was getting ready to lead him into the bedroom. Had it really only been seven or eight months ago? It seemed like years had passed.

"Beer, Jack?" I asked the stunning red-head.

"Yes please, Eric," he answered with a smile.

"I don't suppose you'd like a beer would you, Sean?"

He wrinkled his cute little nose and grinned. "Yes please, Dad." I gave him a startled look and he giggled. "A ROOT beer that is."

I leaned over and tousled his mop of jet black hair and headed into the kitchen.

Shortly I returned with a glass of single malt for me, and a beer and a root beer for the boys. Handing them their drinks I sat down in the couch directly across from them. I took a long sip from my glass as I looked at the two beautiful, happy boys.

"Now then, explain what your relationship is to each other."

It was Jack, his stunning green eyes flashing who began, "When a kid in the nest reaches eight-years-old, he gets to move out of the nursery area where the little kids sleep and spend most of their time and into the main area with the older boys. It's a proud time because it means that he's not one of the 'Wee Ones' anymore, but it's also a little strange and scary."

"To make the transition easier for him and so that he's not frightened of anything, he is paired with an older boy. That boy sort of acts like his big brother… a kind of mentor. The older boy is called the kid's Lead Senior and the kid is his Follow Boy."

"I was twelve when Tadpole… I mean Sean… came up from the little kids' area and became my Follow Boy." He turned and the two boys smiled at each other with obvious affection.

"Rufus showed me how to do everything so I fit in with the boys and didn't act like a silly little baby. He was always there when I had questions or was scared of something. He was always there to tell me how proud he was when I did somethin' good an' he took me aside and explained things when I did something wrong."

"I was awful proud of him the next year when he started his training. An' then last year when he started goin' out on contracts an I was feelin' a little sad, he reminded me that meant that I was close to becoming one of the Senior boys."

"If I'd stayed in the nest, Eric, I'd be some little kid's Lead Senior now an' next year I'd be starting my own training"

I looked at the two gorgeous boys sitting across from me and reflected that the nest certainly did have a well thought out system. If a person could rationalize around the sexual slavery, it couldn't help but be admired.

Just before a boy reached an age when there might be an almost natural tendency to bully, harass or simply ignore the smaller children, he was given the responsibility for the complete welfare of one. How could a youngster learn anything but patience understanding and pride under such a system?

Then, I realized, when the mentor boy was a year into his responsibility, he was moved into the special training that would eventually feed him into the system of service. This was ingenious as well because even though a boy might naturally feel confusion, anxiety… even fear… over this new development in his life, he had his position of honor and trust in the eyes of his younger acolyte to consider and bolster him.

After three years of that, he was moved straight to young manhood and graduation into the real world.

It was a rather wonderful system in that regard and I realized that Sean had been right that afternoon in the grotto… it was not unlike the Commodore's program at Camp West Wind.

I decided to probe no further into the nest culture. That would be Doc Swaim's project with Jack when we returned to Joyous Gaurde. Instead, I turned my attention to another question;

"OK now, Jack with your lovely red hair, I can understand your nickname 'Rufus' but why is Sean 'Tadpole'?"

Sean grinned from ear to ear and with an enthusiastic smile Jack answered, "Yep, 'Rufus' means red-head like William Rufus, the son of William the Conqueror, king of England. They've called me Rufus as long as I can remember."

"Now Sean is 'Tadpole' because from the minute he came up to the big kids' area he was so excited he couldn't stand still. He was always wiggling around and then, the first time we put him into the pool, it was like he'd been born in the water. Nobody had to teach him to swim, it was like he just knew how, he just needed to learn how to do it better. One of the guys said that he was just like a little tadpole and the name stuck."

"Of course by the time he was nine and swimming faster and better than almost any of us, we were probably thinking he should have a new name but 'Tadpole' just sort of seemed right and so it stuck. "

"Well, sadly, as I've already pointed out to Sean, this place doesn't have a pool but we've got a great one at home and we'll be there tomorrow."

"I've got a little bit of business I need to handle over the phone, so why don't you two just hang around and catch up? There's a giant TV in my bedroom and if you need another drink help yourselves but Jack… one more beer and that's it, OK?"

He gave me one of his wonderful devilish grins that I remembered well and said, "You bet Eric."

I refilled my own drink and headed down the hall to the nice little office I maintained in the condo and placed a call to Uncle Phil just to see how things were going with Chris. The conversation veered off onto other subjects and it was about an hour later that I emerged from the room and wandered down the hall looking for the boys.

They were in my big bedroom lying side by side on the oversized bed. They were on their stomachs and they had their chins propped in their hands as they watched a movie playing on the large flat screen that they'd figured out how to extract electrically from its niche' in the ceiling.

They were breathtakingly beautiful and I gazed at them silently enjoying the view. My eyes kept focusing on their lovely round asses that filled their jeans so perfectly.

"Miss me?" I said quietly and they turned around startled. I think they'd expected I'd be coming in from the other door.

Sean was off the bed in a flash and with a quick hop he launched himself at me wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. He gave me a quick kiss and nuzzled the side of my face.

"'Course I missed you." He whispered softly into my ear. "I didn't get the chance to say hello when you came back with Rufus. I love you Dad."

"I love you too, Son." I said as I sat down on the bed. Sean climbed off me and sat down at my side.

Jack was on his knees in the middle of the bed looking at me anxiously.

"Can I?" he asked timidly.

"Of course you MAY, Jack," I said with a smile.

In an instant he had his arms wrapped around me and was hugging me tightly.

With a laugh, I let myself fall backward onto the bed and was soon covered by two boys showering me with affection.

"A person could get used to this," I thought to myself. Wrapping a boy in each arm I sat up abruptly and said, "How about dinner and then early to bed so we can fly out of here by the crack of dawn tomorrow?"

"Yeah!" They both agreed enthusiastically.

"OK then. Jack, do you still like steak?" He broke into a fit of giggles. "I'll take that as a yes."

***

We were seated in a secluded booth in 'La Maison de Boeuf'. It was my favorite of all the many excellent steakhouses in Houston and it was here I had brought Jack for dinner that momentous night that I'd taken him to bed with such evil intentions.

The boys were conversing as if they had never parted company and Jack was listening fascinated as Sean filled him in on everything that had happened since he'd left the nest with me.

Jack seemed amazed by everything but mostly, he seemed fascinated by Sean's descriptions of Joyous Gaurde and its people. I realized, as I listened, that Sean spoke of them as if they were his family and I realized that, to my little boy, they essentially were just that.

I noted with amusement that, while the two were talking a mile a minute, they were still managing to demolish their huge rib eyes and mountains of thick-cut fried potatoes. As he had done last time, Jack enjoyed a glass of wine that I had slipped him surreptitiously while Sean typically demurred and was satisfied with root beer.

I managed to get in a word or two during the meal and, utilizing carefully worded questions, I was satisfied that my expensive agreement with the Academy Management had been honored. Jack had not been sent out on any contracts since I'd left him last time.

I gathered that the rumor among the nestlings was that I had paid some large bonus to ensure Jack was reserved for my private use only. While I found this disturbing, the feeling that I was getting that Jack himself believed this to be true was even more bothersome.

When the meal was finished, the boys discovered that they still had room for hot fudge sundaes. I watched them devour the gooey treats satisfying myself with a cup of strong black coffee and a glass of Drambuie.

Finally finished, we strolled out into the thick oppressive heat of an August night in Houston.

I've always felt that Houston was one of those places that owed its very existence to electricity and climate control. Were it not for air-conditioning, it would have long ago shriveled up into a dry brittle ball like so much tumbleweed and blown away on a searing hot Texas summer wind never to be seen or heard of again.

Instead, it grew and flourished… a glass and steel behemoth rising up from the dusty plain… a thing so unnatural… so unlikely that… it almost gave you pause to consider that commerce thrived in this hellish climate. Daily, some two million people scampered from air-conditioned door to air-conditioned door pretending that outside the walls of their HVAC protected structures the debilitating heat and humidity was irrelevant.

It is a city that could not exist in a natural world. That it not only existed, but indeed thrived, was testament to man's power over his environment. The thought was both inspiring and frightening, but the residents hardly gave it a thought as they lived their day-to-day lives in the protection of their buildings.

***

As we rode the elevator up to the penthouse, I gratefully breathed in the dry, refrigerated air thinking to myself how happy I was going to be when we got home to the relatively cool and dry climate tomorrow.

The boys had been chatty and giggly the entire ride back and as I walked into the kitchen to plop a couple of ice cubes into a tumbler I asked;

"Anybody need anything before bed time?"

Receiving no answer I gestured down the hall.

"We never got around to discussing how you guys want to sleep tonight. There are three nice bedrooms down there. You can each have your own room or, if you want to share, the first room on the right has a nice king-sized bed. If you share though, I don't want you guys staying awake talking all night. I was serious when I said I'd like to get out of here bright and early tomorrow."

I walked over to them and pulled each boy into a hug and planted a kiss on the top of their heads.

"Good night boys." I walked up the hall into my bedroom. I shed my clothes slowly as I sipped my drink and watched the panoramic view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

As I stood there naked, drink in hand, gazing through the glass, I suddenly sensed more than heard something behind me. I turned around and, in the reflected light of the city through the window, I saw them,

They were standing just inside the bedroom door. They were holding hands. Their bodies seemed tense… almost afraid to move. Although the only light in the room was the diffused mosaic of the city through the window, I could easily see that they were both completely naked.

"Boys?" I asked softly, unsure of what I should be asking. It was Sean who left his friend and crossed the room to me. His tanned perfect skin almost glowed in the multicolored lights through the glass. He took my hand in his and looked up at me eyes wide and bright speckled by the reflected illumination.

"Dad… Eric… we want to sleep with you… Okay?"

"Sean… I… I don't know…"

Another hand clasped my arm gently but urgently. Jack had crossed the room and was looking at me with the same open earnest gaze as Sean.

"Please Eric."

Staring intently into both of their faces, I tossed back my drink and nodded silently. Placing my tumbler down, I took a hand from each of them and led them to the large bed. Pulling down the covers, I indicated that they should get in. In the low light I watched as their two smooth naked bodies slid quickly and eagerly onto and over the mattress.

I followed them into bed and lay down next to Sean. No sooner had I done so, than he had scampered over my body and was lying at my other side. I found myself suddenly in between two gorgeous and naked young boys who scrunched against me, tantalizing my senses with the hot smoothness of their young skins against mine.

Not wasting a heartbeat, they were upon me, hands sliding along my torso, lips crushing against my skin as they shared me with muted but excited little sighs and grunts. I felt the heat in my groin as my cock swelled and strained reacting with uncontrollable enthusiasm to the pleasure of their squirming limbs and wet mouths against my body.

Suddenly I was looking up into two emerald green eyes. The beautiful red-head boy stared down at me and said in a voice so filled with passion that it was almost a croak, "Eric, will you do me? Will you do me like you wouldn't do last time? I'm older now, I really want you to do it. You're the only person I ever really wanted to do it to me."

I pulled him down to me in a grip firm with emotion. I held him tightly to my chest as I said, Jack… Jack, you are one of the sexiest things I've ever seen and one of the two most beautiful beings that I've ever shared a bed with. Your offer is beautiful and flattering but Jack, you've barely grown at all since we were last together. You're still a little boy to me… a beautiful little boy, Jack but, by the grace of heaven, still a boy. I won't fuck little boys."

"B-but Eric… I…" it was almost a whimper. I pulled his face to mine crushing my lips against his.

Without breaking the kiss, I used my superior size and strength to roll us over and reverse our position. Pulling my lips away I stroked his red hair from out of his eyes and whispered, "Jack, I said I wouldn't fuck you but I never said we couldn't have fun."

I began to almost feverishly work my way down his beautiful body inch-by-inch with my hands and lips. I was tender but unrelenting as I teased each little morsel of his flesh as I made my way down to the prize… his rampant, almost pulsating, prize.

Glancing up I saw that Sean was kneeling at Jack's shoulders, eyes wide as he followed my progress down his friend's body. He, of course, understood my intentions and was obviously excited but uncertain as to what his own role should be.

With a nod of my head I directed him without speaking a word. He understood at once and was soon suckling upon one taut brown nipple while he rolled the other between the fingers of his hand. With a smile of encouragement to Sean, I plunged head first down between the legs of the squirming, moaning red-headed boy and was soon rolling his testicles one at a time in my hot hungry mouth while I traced a soft teasing path along his perineum with my index finger.

Jack's moans of pleasure increased in volume as he stopped squirming and lay panting for breath enjoying the rapidly mounting sensations of pleasure.

Reaching up over Sean, I softly offered my other index finger to Jack's opened lips. Instinctively he drew it into his mouth and began to suck upon it. After a few moments I judged that it was now wet enough with the boy's saliva and, withdrawing it from between his lips, I reached down between the sweet crevice of his buns, located his delectable rosebud and, in one swift, certain motion, drove my finger past his protesting sphincter and into the hot silkiness of his ass. The boy bucked at the moment of penetration but soon settled upon the soft surface of the bed gently writhing in sensual delight.

Probing his inner depths with my exploring finger, I quickly located his prostate and began a slow massaging action along that delightful little nubbin while, at the same time, engulfing his raging cock into the welcoming wet warmth of my skilled and hungry mouth.

As I used my considerable skill to suck and tongue massage the boy's cock, my finger played a perfect counterpoint as it massaged the little mound within his rectum and soon I could tell that, despite his origin and skills, the boy could not hold out much longer. After all, he'd been trained in giving pleasure, not in receiving it. Sean must have sensed this as well because, leaving one small hand to continued teasing Jack's nipples, he had moved his face up and he and the red-haired boy were kissing passionately.

They continued in this manner until the older boy's entire body tensed and then jerked spasmodically several times. I felt his asshole clamp tightly against my finger as his throbbing cock exploded multiple spurts of hot salty boy-cum into my willing, waiting mouth.

Jack lay on the bed sprawled out breathing deeply almost as if he were in a trance. Sean remained kneeling by the other boy's shoulder and was smiling happily at me. Returning his smile, I repositioned myself on the mattress and leaned down to kiss the panting red-head passionately before I grasped Sean by the shoulders forcing him down upon his back.

Sliding over him I smiled into those beloved blue/green eyes and whispered, "And now for my favorite taste treat… tadpole cum." He began to giggle but I stopped that quickly with a long erotic tongue swapping kiss and then, as I had just done to Jack, I tasted and massaged my way down to his sweet young groin.

As I worked a finger into his hot little asshole and swallowed his small but erect cock, I noticed that Jack had recovered and was returning the favor by devouring Sean's little nipples.

My little boy still had no concept of forestalling or holding back on his own orgasms and soon he was writhing on the bed as his little cock… his own 'tadpole'… shot it's sweet hot load. The boy cried out in pleasure, writhing on the bed while two hungry mouths, mine and Jack's, devoured his cock and nipples simultaneously.

We were soon huddled together in a fleshy knot breathing deeply and exchanging kisses in a haphazard but delightful way. This turned out to be only a short respite from the action, however, because soon I was being forced by four little hands down and onto my back.

Two sweet faces alternated in my blurring vision as they took turns performing passionate lip locks with me while, at the same time, unseen hands and lips were stroking tweaking and nibbling upon my supine body.

Complying with their unspoken but clearly understood insistence, I lay essentially inert… absorbing and enjoying their erotic and urgent ministrations but not responding physically as they conducted their twin search for areas of sensual pleasure on my body.

I was being entirely hedonistic in this situation and realized that I neither minded nor felt guilty for it. I have never had qualms over receiving pleasure… especially after having just given it.

Through my sybaritic sensual fog, I realized Sean was now straddling my torso, his luscious little ass almost in my face as he bent over teasing my balls with his increasingly talented little tongue.

Jack in the meanwhile had taken up a position between my legs having spread them and bent my knees up.

With a shock of almost electric pleasure I realized that the boy was licking and nibbling at my ass while Sean continued the same ministrations to my balls. The sensations were so intense that I momentarily lost my vision in a blast of pure white pleasure.

Strangely, I remember thinking to myself,"Well, this is wonderfully different,"' just as Sean moved his attention from my scrotum to my cock and Jack plunged his tongue into my now very moist asshole.

I believe I shouted aloud in pleasure… I know that I at least shouted in my mind.

Chapter 7

They'll all be back home and things may start to get very interesting

It is almost always a mistake to heed the advice of others when such counsel is in opposition to the inner voice that is our most reliable guide.

Don't believe anyone who says you can't be happy. You can.

Don't believe anyone who says that life has to be unpleasant or tedious. It doesn't.

Don't believe anyone who says you should ignore your feelings or desires or wishes. You should not ignore that voice inside of you that insists things can be better. Anyone can be happy. Anyone can find fulfillment. Anyone can achieve their true dreams.

If you listen to yourself at the deepest level, you will always know this to be true

The floor-to-ceiling windows that formed three of the bedroom walls were already brightening with the glow of impending morning as I opened my eyes.At once, I realized that I was laying ensnared among the limbs of the two stunning young men who still slept soundly, arms and legs embracing me in a delightful tangle.

I smiled to myself as I thought "A two-boy morning beats a three-dog night every day of the week".

I attempted to carefully extricate myself from the sweet, fleshy pile in order not to wake them yet but I was unsuccessful. Just as I was slowly stretching one leg over Sean's torso toward the edge of the bed, his beautiful eyes snapped open and moments later I was greeted by a goofy little half-asleep smile.

He sat up and with a lazy scoot over, he half leaned and half fell against my chest while wrapping his arms around my neck. He nuzzled his cheek against mine and murmured,

"Morning Dad."

I pulled his face to mine and kissed him as I ran my hand down his smooth, firm back just as far as the top of his perfect ass cheeks. "Good morning to you my sweet little man. Shhh. Let's be quiet so Jack can sleep just a little longer."

I slid softly off the bed, lifted him up and carried him into the bathroom as silently as I could.

We stood side by side in front of the bowl as we took our morning piss. I looked down at him while he tried in vain to stifle several sleepy yawns.

Shortly, we were standing under the steaming water of the shower running our hands randomly over the others wet, slick skin as we did each morning before getting down to the business of soap and shampoo.

"Hey, make room for me you guys." We turned our heads in unison just in time to see Jack step into the shower with us. His lithe long-limbed teen-aged body melded against ours as we stood luxuriating in the spray. His face was alight with his devilish smile as the water plastered his red hair against his face.

The shower at the condo was nowhere near the size of the one at Joyous Gaurde, thus soaping and shampooing with the addition of a teenager, especially one with Jack's devilish nature, made the experience interesting but certainly not unpleasant.

***

The flight home was uneventful save for the pleasure of sharing the first flight experience with Jack. Captain Lucas had been his usual wonderful self and he'd brought both boys up to the cockpit shortly after we were airborne and when he returned them to me, they were both flushed with excitement.

I allowed Jack to have a beer with his lunch on the jet and I watched the two boys as they crowded against the window and each other giggling and poking while they ate. Their affection for each other was so obvious that is was almost a thing that you could touch. For the first time I found myself considering that I was probably never going to allow Jack to return to the nest.

It was no surprise that John and Jack took to each other at once and the ride back to town was a constant conversation punctuated with Sean's laughter and Jack's deeper chuckles as John and Jack engaged in an amusing give and take. By the time we were pulling into Struthers' parking lot, Jack was challenging John to a game of 9-Ball, stating with youthful cockiness that '8-Ball is an old man's game.'

Jacob Struthers approached me with a smile as soon as he saw us enter the store. "Eric, welcome as always! How may we take your money today?"

I wrapped an arm around Jack's shoulder and ushered him forward. "Young Jack here needs a wardrobe that will get him through the rest of the summer Jacob. I'll bring both of them in next month and we'll get them outfitted for the fall." I noticed Sean and Jack exchange surprised but happy smiles as I spoke.

"Well then, Jack," Jacob said while leading the red-head off toward the back room, "let's have Albert take some measurements. Please step up on this stool."

The difference in demeanor indicated by the boys' ages became obvious at once. While Sean had wiggled and twisted during his measurement sessions, driving poor Albert nearly to apoplexy; Jack stood still and straight cooperating during the entire procedure.

Two hours later, our purchases were being placed neatly in bags and carried out to the limo. Jack timidly took my hand and pulled me aside. "Eric, did you mean it? Am a really going to stay with you through the fall?"

I smiled as I looked into his emerald eyes. I gently stroked his cheek and answered him,

"The fall, the winter, the spring and the summer. Unless you object, Jack, you're never going back to the nest. We'll talk about all that later OK?"

"OK Eric!" There were tears pooling in his eyes and he was trembling slightly. I pulled him into a tight hug and surreptitiously wiped his tears away with my thumb. He smiled up at me. "Thanks Eric."

***

Richard met us at the door. He was more and more taking over the day-to-day household duties from Walter and doing a fine job of it. The staff seemed to like him and he'd won Martha over his first day at the job. "Welcome back, Sir. Welcome back, master Sean, and welcome to you, master Jack." He held out his hand in greeting to the young red-headed boy who beamed ear to ear as he returned the greeting.

"Richard, would you have all of Jack's things brought up to the empty bedroom in the same wing as mine… the one across the hall from Sean's?"

"Right away Sir." He smiled.

I was privately amused at how quickly Richard had adopted Walter's formal manner when on 'butler duty'. I hadn't considered that I'd be deciding to keep Jack at Joyous Gaurde permanently and I explained to the boy that we'd have his room fixed up to suit his tastes quickly.

"Besides Jack, you'll be spending the next couple nights out at Fish Camp with Doctor Swaim helping him with a project." Noting the confused look on the boy's face I squeezed his shoulder "Never mind all that now, Jack. I'll explain it later when we all get together before dinner. Right now, Sean, why don't you take Jack inside and introduce him to Mrs. Edwards? Then show him where his room is and if you like, you guys can hang out at the pool.

I'll meet you there in a bit."

"Come on Jack!" Sean was tugging on the older boy's arm as he led him half galloping into the house.

"That boy Jack is a piece of work!" John was smiling as he closed the trunk of the limo. "I hope you won't mind if I kick his young ass unmercifully when we play pool Eric?"

"Be my guest John and don't forget that you've got a tentative game with Chris as well. Someday, you may even come up against someone who'll surprise you."

He looked at me with a serious expression.

"You forget Eric; you surprised me when we first met that evening. I never expected a scared, skinny kid like you were to shoot that good." I smiled and kept the twinge of affection I felt for him to myself. Since that day so long ago, whenever the subject came up, John would tell everyone how much my skill with a cue had surprised him and how hard he'd had to work to win that first game. I, of course, remembered that the truth was; he had beaten me easily, decisively and with his usual generous good nature.

I strolled back into the house, stopped by my study to pour a drink and then walked out to the south wing to track down Walter and Uncle Phil.

***

"He's sharp as a tack Eric," Uncle Phil was mixing us each a second round of drinks as he and Walter were filling me in regarding their intensive sessions with Chris. "It took a bit at first to convince him that we weren't pulling his leg and that our interests were actually as vast and all-reaching as they are. Once he realized everything we were telling him was truth, we had his complete attention."

"And the questions he asked Eric!" Walter had interjected himself into the conversation. "Insightful, probing, and to the point… he even picked apart many of the answers we gave him recognizing we were only supplying him part truths or glossing over some of the salient points."

"I swear Eric, give this kid a couple of years, and he'll be teaching ME things!" Uncle Phil said shaking his head enthusiastically.

"So, how have you two left it with him?"

"Well, after Walt and I agreed that our initial reaction about him was correct, we told him that you would be offering him a high-level position in our organization. He, of course, protested that he still had two maybe three years of college before earning even his BA. We explained that his degrees would be taken care of. Walt stretched the truth a bit and told him that we had a special work study program with the University which allowed certain of our employees to earn their sheep-skins while working for us."

"I fucking well lied to him!" Walter laughed. "What was I supposed to tell him? That if he wanted us to we'd buy him a doctorate?"

"Don't listen to him Eric. Walt was eloquent and brilliant. The kid bought it as if it was the most natural thing."

"So, you think he's interested?"

"I think if you offer him a job, he'll pee his pants to take it. We have not even hinted to him the scope of the job you'll be offering him. He has no idea that we plan to groom him to be my replacement. Walt and I both felt that information would be best coming from you. We both agree though, that you found us the right guy."

"Thanks, Uncle Phil. Thanks, Walter. I'll talk with him tonight after dinner and probably make the offer tomorrow. See you guys at dinner tonight. I think you'll like the boy I've brought back from Houston. He'll make a nice addition to the family."

I noticed their startled expressions and quickly added, "Oh no… I don't intend to adopt him but I'm going to make him part of my household as my ward. I'm going to have myself appointed his permanent legal guardian until he reaches the age of majority. He's already won over John and Martha, I expect he'll get to you both in no time."

Setting down my empty glass I left the room to track down Sean and Jack. I suspected that the pool should be the first place to look and I was correct.

As I was rounding the hedge, I could hear peals of laughter coming from the other side. Turning onto the deck, I saw the three of them. They'd hooked up the small goals at either end of the pool and were involved in a game of two-on-one water polo. What a glorious sight they made… three of the most beautiful young men I'd ever seen. Chris was cavorting as if he were a teenager himself and I had to remind myself that he was actually closer in age to Jack than he was to me.

"Dad! Dad!" it was Sean that spotted me first. "Get your clothes off and come in and play with us!" They'd all three turned facing me and I realized they were all dazzlingly naked and none of them seemed to have any qualms about it.

"Please come in and play on my side, Eric," Chris urged with a grin. "These two are killing me."

I needed no further coaxing and was soon out of my clothes and into the pool. I was met immediately by a very wet hug and kiss from Sean. Jack's smile was ear-to-ear as he exclaimed, "I thought Sean was fooling when he told me you guys swim naked! This is sooo cool!"

"Well now bucko, let me tell you; we swim naked when we're in private and with other people who like to do the same thing. Otherwise, we wear swim suits just like everybody else. That's why it's always important that you bring your shorts with you whenever you come to the pool. Got it?"

"Aye Aye Sir!" said the red-head with his best mischievous grin decorating his face. Having spoken, he turned and duck-dived under water giving me a marvelous view of his snow white ass. I burst out laughing as I realized I'd just been mooned by the little devil.

"What's the score?" I asked.

"Four to one," Sean said tauntingly. "We're killin' him!"

"OK let's start right there. How about ten wins the game?"

Moving to the deep end of the pool I slapped my young guest and (hopefully) future employee on the shoulder. "Come on Chris, let's kick some little kid butt all over this pool!"

We played for almost an hour and it was exhausting but highly enjoyable. In the end, Chris and I won the game ten to nine but it could easily have gone the other way. I quickly noticed that Jack was almost as at home in the water as Sean and only our superior reach and height allowed us to emerge victorious. Glancing down at my watch, I urged my pool mates out of the water and into the showers.

"Its cocktail hour in the library and Professor Swaim is in charge. We don't want to be late, guys. Besides, I can't wait to see all three of your beautiful asses while you shower."

The look that last remark drew from Chris made me quickly wonder if I'd made a faux pas but it turned so quickly into a smile that I didn't give it another thought.

***

There was quite a group sitting around the library. Sean and Jack were seated on the long black leather sofa chatting with Walter and Phil. The two older men were obviously enjoying the company of the boys. Sean and Jack were nursing their glasses of lemonade. I'd given Jack a choice, telling him that he could have a beer now, or wine with dinner. He had opted for wine with his meal.

Walter and Phil each sipped their usual tumblers of Crown Royal with just the hint of a splash of club soda. That had also been my father's favorite drink and I supposed it was just one of the many things they shared after almost a lifetime of working together.

As I'd anticipated, once the Professor found out that Chris' preferred drink was Jack Daniels and water, I was in for an unmerciful chiding from the big man. "Well then Eric," he'd begun, "It would seem that our new friend young Christopher here has remarkably good judgment in so far as his choice of libation is concerned."

Eventually I turned to Chris and smiling so that he wouldn't take me seriously I said, "You know Chris, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about bringing you down here. Personal taste is an important factor in judgment making."

He was quick on the uptake, "Well Eric, if I thought it would help, I'd have asked for a scotch but I've tried the stuff and I can't stand it. I honestly don't know how anyone can drink that awful crud."

This drew load guffaws and a, "Bravo!" from the professor and some chuckles from Walter and Uncle Phil.

"Now Jack," Doctor Swaim had settled into one of the large overstuffed leather arm chairs and was facing the red-haired boy. "You are to be a tremendous help to me with a research project I'm working on concerning the Nestwell-Turnbridge Academy of which you are quite familiar."

"You mean the nest, right Doctor Swaim?" the boy asked.

"Quite Jack… the nest. I'll be asking you some simple questions and I'd like for you to give me the best answers that you can. The whole project should take about two or three days." He reached out and placed a large hand on the boy's knee. "Don't worry, we won't be at it all the time. As they say, 'all work and no play makes… err JACK a dull boy'." He continued despite the chuckles. "We shall make plenty of time to teach you how to fish as well."

Jack's face suddenly glowed with pleasure. Sean had told him all about his adventures since coming here and the teenager was no doubt delighted by the prospect of having his own fishing lessons from the big man.

"After dinner, why don't you put a few changes of clothing in a bag and we'll head out to the cabin so that we can get started early."

"I can take him there tonight," Sean entered the conversation. "I'll help him pack an' I can drive him over in the Red Kitty. Maybe I can even stay with him? Jack's like I was… he's never spent the night alone yet. Can I Dad?"

"You MAY, Sean, IF it doesn't interfere with Professor Swaim's plans."

"It won't at all. In fact Sean, you may be of help both with the fishing and the project."

"Well then, I guess that's settled."

Dinner was a smashing success. Martha had outdone herself with cold crispy Caesar salad, a huge standing pork rib roast, homemade sauerkraut, homemade applesauce, glazed new potatoes and creamed spinach. Desert was a fabulous raspberry trifle, home churned peach ice cream and thin sugar cookies.

By the time the desert plates were going around I noticed that both Jack and Chris were looking a bit bewildered. I laughed, "Don't worry guys, we don't always eat this fancy and we hardly ever use this big dining room. Today is special just in your honor… both of you."

After desert, Sean and Jack excused themselves to go upstairs and pack their bags. We adults enjoyed coffee and brandy until Walter excused himself to go to his apartment for the evening. Phil also bid us goodnight and headed out back to take his golf cart to his condo.

The Professor also rose to leave. "Perhaps you'd like to bring Chris out tomorrow for a little fishing Eric. I should be done questioning Jack for the day by about one. I don't want to make this seem like a tedious, unpleasant project for him."

"We might just do that Doc. Goodnight."

Shortly after the big man drove off, the boys came down to bid us good night. Sean pulled me down for a long kiss and then held me tightly. "Night Dad. I'll miss you but I didn't want Jack to be scared or lonely. He looked out for me when I came up from the little kids section at the nest and he never let me get scared."

"I understand and I'm proud of you, Sean. Have a great time. I know you will."

"Dad?" He was looking at me with a serious expression. "Did you really tell Jack he's not goin' back to the nest?"

I nodded affirmatively and he pulled me into a little boy version of a bear hug. "Thanks Dad! You're the best there is… I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Son." I tousled his hair.

"Goodnight, Eric. I'm so happy that I don't know what else to say." Jack was now hugging me tightly and I was returning the love gently stroking his strong young back.

"You don't need to say anything Jack. I'm happy that you're here with us. We've got lots of time to talk. Right now, just have fun."

Sean had bid Chris goodnight and was carrying both bags out back to his cart. Jack crossed the room and engaged Chris in a long tight embrace. "Goodnight, Chris. I had fun with you today."

"Goodnight, Jack. So did I."

We stood on the back patio watching as Sean expertly pulled off onto the path leading into the forest-like property. When they were out of sight, I turned and invited Chris down to the library for a nightcap.

***

Somehow, a nightcap had turned into the third drink and we'd been talking long and seriously about the many revelations he had received from Walter and Phil. "It's almost impossible to believe that something like this exists and yet all of you are just normal, nice, very likable people."

"Normal, likable very, very powerful people you mean," I chuckled. "I'm hoping that you're inclined to want to play the Great Game with us Chris."

He stood up and took my glass from my hand and walked over to the bar. As he fussed with two more drinks he said, "Yes, Phil and Walter implied that you might be offering me a place in… what did they call it… 'Magnus Venatus'?"

"Yes, that's what my father called it; 'Magnus Venatus'… the Great Game. I hope you find the idea interesting."

He crossed the room slowly almost deliberately handing me my glass.

"What if… what if I were to tell you that while I find myself very interested in the game, I find myself even more interested in the Game Master?" He was staring at me and his eyes were unflinching. I didn't miss a beat this time.

"I suppose then, Chris, you'd have to ask yourself if you felt any conflict of interest in your heart of hearts."

He turned so that his back was to me and I could see he was taking a large swallow from his glass. "Yes, I would have to do that but I must tell you that right now I don't feel that one interest would naturally preclude the other." His back was still turned to me as he spoke.

"You know what?"

I swallowed hard and replied,

"What Chris?"

"This afternoon when we were in the showers and you said… what you said, I wanted to tell you that I was hoping you were interested in doing a lot more with my ass than just looking at it."

I stood up and gently touched his shoulder. "Chris… Chris, is this another invitation?"

He turned to slowly face me. We stared into each others eyes for a very long time and then suddenly, he was in my arms and we were kissing passionately. I slid my hand down feeling the long taut muscles of his young athletic back and kneaded the firmness of his wonderful ass which seemed to strain against the fabric of his light blue trousers.

He pulled back from the kiss and almost whispered, "Do you know what else?"

"What else Chris?" I managed to say without my voice breaking.

"You've never shown me your bedroom," he answered as he dropped his gaze in anticipation.

I reached out and stroked his cheek as I gazed upon his amazing face. "Well that was rather a bad oversight. We should correct that right away."

I took his hand in mine and led him down the hall to the elevator.

Chapter 8

We are often told to be cautious of what we wish for. This caveat is intended to suggest that we might be disappointed were the wish actually fulfilled.

The truth however is not that we should be careful but rather we should examine closely what we are actually wishing for; and why. Perhaps it is something you should be creating. Perhaps it is something you should be becoming.Perhaps it is something you actually already have and should be sharing or improving.

Do not waste your time wishing for something if the reason you do not have it is simply because it is difficult.

I slowly sat up in bed as the first soft light of dawn brought a warm glow to the room. It was a different, but pleasant, awakening this morning and I smiled to myself as I mentally replayed my first sane and sober adult sexual encounter in four years.

Chris lay sleeping on his stomach, one arm stretched across my chest in the last remnant of the embrace we had shared before sleep had overtaken him. His soft brown hair was ruffled and mussed in an amusing but attractive way and his handsome face was soft and youthful in its repose.

He was stretched out peacefully, the sheets bunched down around his calves.

The long lean muscles of his arms, legs and back were accented by the still dim morning light. I enjoyed the private view of his youthful body almost as much as I had enjoyed using it physically last night… and use it I most certainly had.

He had shed his clothes and come to my bed enthusiastically. As I had earlier guessed he was really an exuberant man-boy; still a youth in a newly adult body… a butterfly just free of the cocoon.

He had proved to be a fervent bottom and his athletic generosity in giving his whole self was erotic and exhausting. The night had been a wild combination of lovemaking and passionate contortion.

Gently slipping out from under his arm, I left the bed and walked into the bathroom to perform what the classic novels romantically refer to as my 'morning ablutions'.

Having pissed, shaved and brushed my teeth, I wandered back into the bedroom hoping he would stir soon and that, ultimately, he would be inclined to share a morning shower with me.

After eight, almost nine months of doing this with my energetic and entertaining little Sean, I'd come to dislike showering alone the few times I'd been in a position to have to do so.

Chris hadn't moved and his deep rhythmic breathing gave me to think he might sleep for a while yet. I wasn't certain who had been dealt the more exhausting role in last night's wild acrobatics, but I did know that my grateful body and mind were not inclined to begrudge him the respite.

After yet another long moment gazing at his naked sleeping form, I moved into the kitchenette and got the coffee maker working. When the pot was filled, I poured two cups full of the steaming, black, silky Kona and carried them back into the bedroom.

Moving a chair closer to the bed, I placed one cup on the occasional table while I sat sipping the other; watching the man-boy sleep.

The enticing aroma of the fresh brewed coffee worked its magic, and soon the beautiful body on the bed began moving… working into the ritual of awakening from a deep and deserved slumber. Shortly, eyes still heavy lidded and a silly little smile decorating his gorgeous face, he raised himself up on his elbows and looked at me; his long dark lashes blinking away the weight of sleep.

"Is that… is that by any chance coffee?"

Passing the second cup over to him I said, "I noticed at dinner that you drank it as I do; black with no sugar. I hope that's how you like it in the morning."

By now, he was sitting up knees raised against his chest. He smile grew wider as he reached out and accepted the mug from me and almost urgently took a large sip.

"Oh God, that's perfect! Thank you Eric." He took another sip and then grinned at me, "Good morning, by the way. Did you sleep well?"

I almost spit out a mouthful of my coffee at that remark.

"Sleep? There wasn't much sleep in this room last night you bugger!" I was smiling as I said this and he arched an eyebrow and wagged an index finger playfully in my direction.

"To be technical about it Eric, I think it's you that qualifies as the 'Bugger' last night; or is that 'Buggerer'? Either way, I think that I should technically be referred to as the 'Buggee' eh?"

He placed his cup down on the side table and hugged his knees as he giggled, obviously quite pleased with his own cleverness.

I stood up and took one of his hands and guided him to the bathroom and into the shower. The steaming water coursed over our close pressed bodies as we stood with our lips locked and our hands feverishly rubbing and touching every inch of the others flesh.

***

After we had eaten breakfast, Chris went up to his room to change clothes while I made a couple of telephone calls.

We'd arraigned to meet out back near the cart parking area. I was there first but he joined me shortly striding energetically across the lawn giving no hint of the exhausting events of last night.

"Feel like a little hike this morning?" I asked as he climbed onto the golf cart beside me.

"Absolutely! I feel great this morning. I could use a little exercise." He was looking pointedly at me; a mischievous grin on his face as he answered.

"Good, we've got lots to talk about but, if we finish in time, we can meet up with Doc Swaim and the boys at Fish Camp and have lunch with them."

I drove the cart to a place where the trail broke into a triple fork. Leaving the electric vehicle parked over the side, I led Chris to the steep winding path that led to the top of Hawk's Hill. We stepped out into the clearing at the top only slightly winded. I let him look around. It was certainly nothing compared to the high mountains in the park he'd been working at for two summers, but being so abruptly higher than any other point in the property it was still a wonderful view.

"It's beautiful Eric." He was so very much like an enthused boy as he worked his gaze across the panorama before him. "It's wonderful that your family has kept this property so essentially natural. It must be a joy to live here all of the time."

I motioned to a large nearby rock and indicated he should sit down.

"This was a favorite place of Kyle's and mine, Chris. It's a good place to think clearly and to talk." I sat down on the boulder next to him.

"Walter and Phil told me about your family and the accident. I'm so sorry, Eric." He reached over and rubbed my shoulder tenderly.

"Thank you Chris. It still hurts so badly. If Kyle had lived, he would only be a couple of years younger than you are now. When he died, I thought that I'd never get over it. I wanted to die as well and I tried my best to achieve that result. But then Sean came into my life and, with his help and unconditional love, I've climbed up out of the darkness and back into the light. Don't misunderstand! Sean is not a replacement for Kyle. Sean is… well, he's Sean. He's my son, my joy, my passion and frankly my love." I looked at his face and tried to gauge his reaction to what I'd just said.

"No Chris, don't get the wrong idea. Some of my interaction with Sean is certainly inappropriate by the standards of everyday society but I haven't got to the point that I screw little boys… even though he's asked me to on more than one occasion. I simply love him with all my heart… so much so that it almost makes my heart ache. I feel that you should know that."

His smile was soft and melancholy. He reached over and plucked a long green leaf from a nearby yucca fern and twisted it nervously in his hands. "If you hadn't told me that, I would still have known, Eric. It's obvious every time you look at him and it's equally obvious that he loves you just as strongly. I'm simply hoping that inside of you there's still room for a little affection for someone else… for me perhaps."

"I know that we'll never be lovers but maybe… maybe we could be friends… good friends with occasional 'benefits' even."

He looked at me again. His smile was sad but hopeful. "I never had brothers or sisters. I used to dream about having an older brother especially after my Dad died. I used to pretend I had a big brother who loved me and cared about me. He was someone I loved and who loved me… someone I looked up to. In my imagination, he was like you, Eric. He was just like you."

"If you could feel for me that way Eric, I could be happy. I can't be your lost brother, Kyle, but maybe in some way I could be your other little brother; Chris. We could care for each other… love each other that way. Does that sound stupid?"

I pulled him to me and threw my arms around him in a tight hug. He rested his head on my shoulder and sighed.

"It sounds wonderful. It sounds perfect Chris." I then proceeded to carefully explain my plans for him; to tell him about the position I hoped he would agree to assume in my family affairs. As he slowly realized what I was saying, he sat back and looked at me; eyes wide in wonder. When I had finished, he jumped to his feet and faced me.

"Eric… Eric, Walter and Phil more or less told me you'd be offering me a job. I never dreamed that you would be asking me to train as Phil's successor… to take on that much responsibility."

"If we didn't believe; no, check that… If we didn't know you were more than up to it, Chris, it would never have been offered. You need to think about this very carefully. Only a handful of people in the world know as much about my affairs as you do right now and believe me, you only know very little."

"If you accept my offer, then you are not simply accepting a job. You will be agreeing to dedicate your life to one of the most intricate powerful forces on the globe. To take on the training and responsibility and then to abandon it and walk away would be a betrayal of trust at the very highest level. It will be either all in or nothing Chris."

He had hunkered down resting on his thighs and was absently drawing patterns in the dirt with his finger. He didn't look up at me as he spoke;

"Phil and Walter told me a bit about their history; how they were recruited and instructed by your father. It's very obvious how they both felt about him. They loved him Eric and they've dedicated their lives to his dream. I… I love you at least that well Eric. I can do as much for you; I can dedicate myself to you… easily and with joy."

He raised his eyes and gazed into mine they were moist and glistening with unshed tears and he was smiling broadly.

"Then let's seal it with a drink."

I rose and walked several yards across the clearing. I searched through the bushes until I found what I was seeking. Raising the top flat stone on the short cairn that stood hidden behind some thick growth, I extracted a metal box and carried it to the boulder we'd been sitting on.

Opening the lid, I took out two ceramic cups and a large sealed jar filled with a clear liquid. Chris arched a questioning eyebrow at me.

"I have an old friend, Commodore Tipton. Among his many accomplishments, he happens to make the finest moonshine in the country. This stuff is about six years old. Kyle and I hid it up here a year before he… a year before I lost him. We were going to use it to toast special occasions as they arose in life. This is certainly a special occasion. Don't you agree… little brother?"

Chris' smile was wide and joyful.

I unsealed the jar and poured out two generous measures. Handing one cup to Chris I raised mine in salute, "Welcome to Magnus Venatus! You'll be a great and valued player."

He returned my salute and spoke, "Thanks Eric. This is going to be wonderful! Since I've already given my heart and my body to the Game Master, it seems more than natural to dedicate my life to the game."

He took a large sip and his eyes flew open. "Holy shit Eric!" he exclaimed through a violent fit of coughing.

"Smooth eh?" I laughed and refilled his cup. His face was red, his eyes were watering; but his grin was wide and lively. I clapped him on the back and said, "Only one more each or else we'll both roll down the hill."

***

As I pulled the golf cart into the clearing in front of Fish Camp, it became obvious that no one was inside the little cabin.

I noticed that there were no fishing rods in place in the rack on the far outside wall and I suspected that Jack's morning interrogation was over and that the professor had them off fishing someplace along the little lake.

I led Chris down the path that hugged the south shore and we came upon them fairly quickly. The sound of young laughter and happy chatter could be heard before we rounded a sharp turn and saw them.

The huge man was standing off to the side casually giving his rod a gentle flick as he played his lure among the deep water shadowed by the branches of the overhead trees.

The two boys were a bit further along down the shore conversing happily as they lazily cast out their lines and slowly reeled them in.

Jack had either been fishing before or else he was as quick a learner as Sean. His casts were effortless and well controlled.

They were a sight to fit to take your breath away.

Sean stood shirtless, wearing only a pair of well-fitting khaki shorts that came down to just above his knees. He wore no socks and on his feet were a pair of well-worn sneakers that I was certain had once been white. I wondered to myself if these could possibly be the pair he was wearing the day that I had picked him up in Houston.

His skin was beautifully sun-bronzed and rivulets of sun induced perspiration caused his well-formed young back to glisten.

I laughed silently to myself as I noted the old oversized canvass bucket hat perched on his head with fringes of his thick black hair peeking from under the brim.

Alongside stood Jack… a full head higher than the younger boy, he wore a sleeveless yellow tee shirt which hung low over his waist; partly covering his blue knee length shorts.

He also wore no socks and was shod in leather flip-flop sandals. Snugged down tight over his bright red hair was a well-worn baseball cap… the bill pulled down shading his eyes.

They were all absorbed in their activities and, as Chris and I walked up behind them, they didn't have the slightest idea we were there.

"Have you guys caught enough for lunch yet?" I asked which caused all three of them to jump slightly before they turned and smiled at us.

"Hi Dad! Hi Chris!" Sean had put his rod down and run up wrapping his arms around me in a tight joyful hug.

Jack was right behind him and was soon hugging me in welcome while Sean had moved over and was greeting a surprised but smiling Chris in an enthusiastic embrace.

The professor's white teeth gleamed from under his large mustache as he approached us.

"Well now, you two are just in time for lunch! Nothing from our creels today I must tell you. We've been practicing 'catch and release'. I have however, got some lovely catfish fillets marinating in buttermilk back at the cabin. A quick roll in some cornmeal and I expect they'll make you happy enough Eric."

I licked my lips in appreciative anticipation as I nodded my head in agreement.

"Boys, why don't you run ahead with Chris and show him the cabin while I trudge along behind and have a chat with Eric eh?" The big man gestured down the trail and the boys picked up their rods, and tackle enthusiastically calling for Chris to follow.

"How is it going Doc?" I asked when the three were out of earshot.

"Amazingly well Eric; almost better than I could have hoped for. Young Jack has no reluctance to talk about his life and his descriptions are extraordinarily mature and informative. I would guess that I'll need him here for a couple more days and then you'll be able to take him back to Houston."

I stopped walking and turned to him. "Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you Doc. He's not going back to the nest; he's staying here with us."

The big man smiled down at me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"That's what they both told me last night before bedtime. I just wanted to see if you were still firm in that resolve."

"I most definitely am. I would never go back on a promise like that," I replied and his big smile grew wider.

"Good Eric, very good; Jack adores you and he and Sean are like brothers. It's wonderful to watch them together. They're like two puppies. Jack is as bright as Sean and seems to learn new things almost as quickly as your son does. Like Sean, he picked up on casting and playing his line with remarkable speed."

"I suspected that might be the case, Doc. Will you want to do more fishing tomorrow or shall I set things up with Andy and have Jack spend some time at the gun shed?"

The big man's eyes lit up behind his dark rimmed glasses. "Oh the shooting range of course!" he smiled with delight. "I haven't broken any 'clays' in a long time. Perhaps after Jack has gotten his tutelage from Andy, we can all spend the afternoon shooting a bit eh?"

"In that case, I'd better check on Chris' background and see if he needs to spend some time with Andy as well."

"Am I to assume then, that, in young Jack, I've acquired a second pupil?"

"I was hoping you'd be agreeable to that, Doc. Will it be a problem for you?"

"Not at all Eric. The way those two have been taught to learn, it should be quite easy and very pleasurable. I will need to test him though. May I use the library one day next week… say Wednesday?"

"Absolutely. Does that mean I can have Sean for the whole day?" I grinned at him and he grinned back nodding his head .

"Well I suppose we've a lot to talk about over lunch then, yes?" he asked rhetorically as we strode off the path and into view of the cabin.

***

As we entered the cabin, we heard happy chatter coming from the kitchen. We entered the room to find that Chris had Sean and Jack at work peeling potatoes while he was busy slicing radishes and throwing them into a bowl with some carrots he had neatly julienned.

He looked at us with a cheeky happy smile, "If you're going to be nice enough to pan-fry us some catfish, Doctor Swaim, I thought the least we guys could do, would be to put together a salad and fry up some potatoes." He had put down his knife and was tearing off leaves from a large wet head of lettuce adding them to his bowl.

"Wonderful Christopher!" Doc Swaim exclaimed. "Our lunch shall be a team effort. Come over here Eric, I'll show you how to dredge these catfish in the seasoned corn meal."

Within twenty minutes, we were all seated at the large table enjoying our feast and discussing the series of upcoming events.

Everyone seemed to be particularly excited about spending time at the gun range tomorrow. Like Sean, Jack had never shot a firearm in his life and Chris acknowledged that as a youth, he'd been pretty proficient with a 22 rifle but had never handled a shot gun.

Jack was enthusiastic over the news that he'd be joining Sean under the private tutelage of the Professor. The happy conversation made for a very pleasant meal.

"Sean," I said to my little boy who was sitting across the table from me next to Jack, "Professor Swaim feels he'll need Jack's help on the project for two or three more days. Do you want to stay out here with them or would you rather come back to the big house?"

The two boys exchanged looks and Jack's expression was almost one of pleading.

"If it's OK with you Dad an' everybody else," said Sean; "I'll stay here and keep Jack company."

"Of course it's OK." I smiled at him.

Oh and Jack," I said turning my attention to the red-head, "Where in the world did you get that cap?" I indicated the well-worn St. Louis Cardinals cap I'd first seen him wearing down by the water.

"Walter gave it to me this morning," the boy answered, his emerald eyes gleaming.

"Yes, Eric" the Professor joined in "Walter was out here early this morning checking up on the boys. He told Jack this was his old lucky hat and that he should keep it for him."

I leaned across the table and whispered to the big man, "I think our Walter is getting soft on us Doc."

"Eric, if you haven't noticed that underneath his crust, Walter is a big fluffy marshmallow, then you're not half as observant as I give you credit for."

I nodded my head and then spoke loudly to get everyone's attention, "Now for the really big news! Chris has accepted my offer to come and work for the business and he will shortly be moving to the estate here with us."

"Christopher, that's wonderful. Congratulations!" Doc Swaim was on his feet clapping Chris on the back and the boys were exclaiming their delight, bouncing on their seats as only noisy boys can. I glanced across and saw that Chris was blushing a deep red but his face was lit with a smile of pure pleasure.

***

After lunch, we'd said our goodbyes and driven across the property because I wanted to show Chris the large apartment that would be his once he'd moved down here.

It was essentially identical to the other three in the complex and was luxurious in every way. It had three bedrooms and three large well fitted bathrooms, a large living/dining area adjoining the big well equipped kitchen. There was also a smaller office/den. The den, living room and master bed room each had a working fireplace.

"This place is bigger than my Aunt Rita's house up north," he said as he walked around the empty space shaking his head.

"I need for my key people to be very comfortable Chris," I'd assured him "Tomorrow before you go to the gun shed, I want you to spend some time with Richard, Walter's assistant. He'll help you select furniture and he'll get it ordered for you. He should be a big help because he's just finished doing the same thing for himself. He's just moving into the apartment below this one."

"Now that you, Richard and Barry will be sharing this complex with Phil, I'm going to have a swimming pool and hot tub put in the center quad. There's already a gym, sauna and steam room in the smaller building at the end of the compound."

"This is like a dream Eric." Chris was looking at me and his eyes were wide with surprise and wonder. "I suppose I'd better plan on heading back up north soon. I've got to quit my job at the lodge, figure out what to do with my college transcripts and then stop by to say good bye to my Mom and Aunt Rita, tell them I've transferred to a 'work internship' down south. I don't have much stuff I need to bring back with me… just some clothes, my banjo and a few special mementos. Almost everything else is more or less junk."

"Well, I want you to take all of the time you need Chris. As to your job at the lodge, your manager already knew you probably wouldn't be coming back."

"I more or less hinted that I was going to try and hire you when I arraigned to have you meet Phil at the airport. I'm going to call him tonight and confirm that you've accepted the position so, you don't really need to go back there. I've also taken the liberty of having your transcript's transferred into our program. From now on, everything you do with us will work towards your degree."

"Spend all the time you need with your Mom and Aunt and be certain to tell them you'll be inviting them down for a visit. After all Chris, you've got plenty of room here. Later on we'll go over to the garage so you can take a look at the Lexus LX570 I've got out there. I think it'll be big enough for your stuff. If it is, you should drive that up there. Take your time and make a nice lazy trip out of it… we'll certainly be putting you to work once you get back and I promise you, it will be hard work."

"Eric… man, you're amazing!'

I walked over and pulled him to me in a loose but affectionate hug.

"No Chris, it's you that's amazing." I ran my hand down his back and rested it on his tight ass and he sighed.

"Eric…" he whispered in my ear "I know our relationship is going to be different once I get back from up north but… tonight… can we… may I spend the night with you again?"

I squeezed him tightly to me.

"I was hoping you might be up for that" I whispered. "How about we go out for dinner in town this evening? There's a nice Italian place I think you'd enjoy and then… well, I bet we'll think of something to do."

"I feel like my whole life has been changed in just a few days Eric." He was looking into my eyes as he spoke. I pulled him to me and kissed him long and deeply.

"It has, silly! But then, so has mine. Life just keeps getting better."

We'll begin to hear about growing up in the nest from Jack's point of view

Never believe those who try to tell you that love hurts.
It is Fear that hurts, anger hurts.
Loneliness is an aching.
Grief is an agony.
Jealousy is a burning canker.

Love is healing.
It is a soothing balm that can of itself restore and cleanse.
Love is the antithesis of pain.
Those who tell you otherwise are fools or loveless liars.
Love is the cure; it is never the cause of hurting.

I turned the heavy cut crystal tumbler around in my hands; staring at it absently. I watched the light play against its faceted surface. As it passed through the glass and the golden liquid it contained, complex white and amber patterns danced crazily over the surface of my desk. While my eyes were involved in this distraction, my mind was busily reviewing the events of the past few days.

The afternoon at the gun range had been wonderful. In a remarkably short time, Andy had worked his usual sorcery with Jack and Chris.

Through osmosis or some personal magic, the ancient Welshman had imparted to the two novices the knowledge and the skill required to handle a shotgun with confidence and accuracy. While the speed and success of his instructions might appear miraculous to a stranger, it was simply typical Andy.

We were all able to shoot several rotations in friendly competition with no one feeling incompetent or grossly unqualified.

After we'd each destroyed our fair share of clay pigeons, Andy and Doc Swaim had begun another marathon shot for shot competition. These remarkable contests had been taking place between the two of them since the Professor's first visit to Joyous Gaurde all those many years ago. They took turns calling out and firing almost roboticly as Sean manned the button on the target launcher. With no small regret, I'd finally brought this amazing demonstration of marksmanship to a halt after 300 clays had been launched and neither of the men had missed once.

The Professor had kept Jack at Fish Camp for three more days gently drawing information about life in the nest from the boy. These interrogations were liberally interspersed with long periods of diversion; particularly fishing. Sean had stayed with them the whole time so that Jack was never lonely or apprehensive.

During Sean's absence, my bed had not been empty. Chris had shared it and his wonderful body with me. These erotic and energetic interludes had been stimulating and renewing for both my body and my soul. It had been years since I'd enjoyed sober adult sex and longer than that since I'd participated in anything even resembling an affectionate adult relationship.

Chris was now gone. He had left early in the morning two days ago; driving up north to put his affairs in order before returning to begin his new life as a key player in the 'Great Game'.

I'd walked to the garage with him and must have seemed like a fussy old Nana. I kept nagging; making certain he thought he had enough money. Smiling indulgently, he assured me Phil had given him a significant cash advance and then reminded me that he also now carried three credit cards issued by separate individual companies within our network.

He'd politely responded to my questions regarding his plans for the drive by reminding me that I'd assisted him in plotting the route and making the hotel reservations. He'd further pointed out that the black Lexus LX I was having him drive, had less than five thousand miles on it and was equipped with a high end navigation system.

At my suggestion, he and Richard had gotten together and they had selected and ordered the furniture for his apartment. His original choices were far too Spartan and low end in my opinion and I'd insisted that he indulge in more pieces and of far better quality. It had actually taken some coaxing but he had finally agreed.

Richard had assured him that he himself would oversee the delivery and placement of all the pieces.The apartment would be in move-in condition for him upon his return to the estate. It would, of course, be up to him to personalize it and make it his home.

Before opening the door to the shiny SUV, Chris had drawn me into tight hug. He gazed fiercely at me, his hazel eyes moist with unshed tears. His handsome face bore a weak half smile as he spoke in a quiet voice; assuring me that he would be back in two weeks.

We had already spent many hours discussing our already confusing and potentially complicated relationship. Our best conclusion thus far, had been the simple realization that we shared deepening affection for each other. For now at least, that was sufficient. Everything else would work itself out through time and circumstances.

We'd kissed discreetly and he'd climbed into the car and disappeared down the long winding drive towards the gatehouse.

I was walking across the parking lot feeling more than a little melancholy, when the 'Red Kitty' wheeled in from the path through the woods.

Sean skilfully parked his cart and the pair of them jumped out with waving arms and raucous calls of greeting. I was soon tackled and embraced by both exuberant, beautiful boys.

Amid hello kisses and happy hugs, I received assurances from each of them that the 'project' was over and that the Professor had given them the day off.

Jack's day of testing in the library was scheduled for the next day. Thanks to assurances from Sean, and reinforcement from me, he was far less apprehensive of the ordeal than Sean had been. He was still concerned of course; and, in my own mind, that was a healthy attitude.

I suggested they take their overnight bags upstairs and, after unpacking, meet me in the pool. I did not have to make the suggestion twice and in what seemed like mere minutes we were all three naked and wet.

An hour or so later, they had slaughtered me 10 to 4 in a game of two on one water polo. As gracefully as possible, I declined a rematch.

Martha smiled all through lunch and dinner. Apparently the addition of another boy to the 'family table' was more than just all right with her; it was perfect and she was beside herself with happiness..

She and Jack had hit it off from the very start. It was almost comical to watch her cluck and fuss over her two 'little darlin's'.

I noted with approval that Jack loved every second of her adoring attention as much as Sean did. Of course, neither of them remembered their mothers or grandmothers but in Martha, they certainly had an exquisite surrogate. Their shared bond and deep affection was instinctive.

That evening, at Sean's suggestion, we had given Jack his first bath.

Like Sean, the young red head only remembered showers. Having grown up in the collective environment of the nest, any actual baths would have been experienced during infancy and were therefore forgotten.

After allowing him the sybaritic pleasure of his first solitary hot soak for as long as we could stand it, Sean and I had given into temptation and joined him in the steaming, bubbling water. The three of us laughed and giggled as we played 'grab ass' splashing like small children in the big tub. I'd mused humorously to myself, that I might be becoming addicted to the feel of sleek wet boy flesh.

Nothing had been mentioned regarding sleeping arrangements but I was not very surprised when two freshly dried but still naked boys followed me from the bathroom directly into my bedroom. Without a word, they crawled onto my bed smiling at me. I decided that future night time plans could be discussed later but for tonight, I simply climbed in with them and accepted the tactile pleasure as their warm smooth skin wiggled up against mine.

After about half an hour of shared kisses and hugs, we had fallen asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.

Sean and I walked Jack down the hall to the library the next morning. Despite assurances from both of us, the older boy was pensive and his face was as serious as I'd ever seen it.

Doc Swaim met us at the door and with, an encouraging smile at Jack and a friendly ruffling of his ginger hair, he escorted the boy into the room, leaving us outside in the hall.

While Jack was behind closed doors undergoing his testing, Sean and I enjoyed what was suddenly becoming a rare event… a day spent together; just the two of us.

As an initial diversion, we'd played a couple of games of 8 Ball in the game room.

Under John's gentle tutelage, Sean was becoming quite accomplished for a 12-year-old. It was fun to play against him even though the flow of the game was somewhat stilted by the fact that he needed to move his step stool almost every time it was his turn to take a shot.

He was not yet so skilled that I couldn't beat him with relative ease, but I tried to make things seem more competitive without making it obvious. I also suspected that it would not be too long before the boy's abilities improved so much as to made such subterfuge unnecessary.

The pleasure he derived from the game was apparent with every movement of his graceful body and every happy expression on his face. For the ten-thousandth time I drank him in with my eyes marveling at the fact that this wonderful boy managed to find joy in everything he did. Watching him was for me, far more enjoyable than the game itself.

Driven by an unspoken desire to spend our day engaged in diverse shared activity, we'd eventually left the game room and strolled across the car park to the garage.

Spotting John over by his workbench, we'd walked over to talk with him. After a lengthy pleasant conversation, we'd roared away in the 'red cat' just to enjoy the ride and each others company.

Eventually, we'd found ourselves laughing over burritos while sitting at a table in Cocina Alfredo.

In a lighthearted way, we were actually playing catch up with each other after what seemed like a long separation. We had become very comfortable with our almost constant togetherness. It felt like we had been apart from each other much longer than we actually had been.

Though neither of us spoke the words, it was obvious that we missed the exclusivity of the relatively private lifestyle we'd enjoyed together for so long. In a way, it was almost as if our privileged relationship had suddenly been intruded upon. There was room in both of our lives and hearts for other people, but no one else could match the passionate love we felt for each other.

Ours was the rarest and purest of all possible associations and nothing or no one could touch it or mar it.

I knew that today, in our own way, we were each trying to assure the other that our bond was as strong and unique as it ever was.

When we'd returned to the estate, we headed straight for the pool house, shucked off our clothes and had a wonderful afternoon in the pool. It occurred to me that the water had become an essential element in our relationship. If the world seemed confusing, busy or intrusive, we seemed to instinctively retreat to the comfort and safety that the water provided. We were always drawn to each other and nurtured there.

Sean showed off his blossoming diving skills and I'd noted that, even without Chris there to correct and coach him, the boy's entrances into the water at the termination of each dive were becoming more and more vertical and clean.

Sean had the inherent ability to learn a thing quickly and, having once learned something, he required little effort to perfect it. This was a talent of mind and body that I never ceased to wonder at and admire.

As I watched, I also thought wistfully, that competitive diving was really missing the boat by not requiring all divers to compete nude. The sight of Sean; clad only in sunlight, soaring with such skill and grace through the air was nothing short of stunning.

Throughout the afternoon, seldom did more than fifteen minutes pass without my boy finding an excuse and opportunity to hug and kiss me. More often than not, these precious exchanges were wordless… silent save for the occasional cute little giggle.

The weather was exceptionally beautiful that afternoon but even if it had been overcast, my day would have been illuminated by the brightness of his perpetual smile.

Around three o'clock, a very relieved looking Jack turned the corner by the tall hedge. He spied us, and with a grin, he ran towards the pool. He was pulling his shorts down and awkwardly trying to step out of them without breaking stride. The result was a comical spectacle and it ended with him tumbling headfirst into the water with his shorts bunched around his ankles.

He remained under water for what seemed like an extended period.

When he broke the surface, he'd quickly tossed his shorts onto the deck and, he was wearing his light blue underpants on his head like a cap. His green eyes flashed and a silly grin was stretched across his face.

Waggling his eyebrows, he duck-dived below the surface. The last thing to slide below the water was his wonderful round ass effectively mooning Sean and me.

Our retaliation for this 'insult' was swift and involved a great deal of groping and grabbing in very private places.

The three of us played in the pool for another couple of hours before it was time to shower, dress and make our way inside for supper.

The Professor joined us for the meal and a great deal of good-natured taunting and teasing banter flew across the table. It was fun watching the big man acting silly because it was something that he seldom did.

After dinner, he explained that Jack's testing had been very satisfactory. While he would need a couple of days to complete his full evaluation, he expected both boys in the classroom tomorrow to resume their educations which had been 'neglected for too many days now'.

Sean and Jack exchanged glances upon hearing this announcement and their contrived expressions of forlorn dismay were so hysterical that I couldn't control my laughter.

The boys bid the professor good night and headed up to get ready for bed. I knew without ever discussing it that I would once again be sharing my bed with both of them. This was a situation I was going to need to evaluate and address soon but, right at the moment, it was certainly not an unpleasant prospect and I had a more urgent matter to attend to.

Doc and I sat in the library, drinks in hand. He had packed up all of the equipment he'd used today. The room held no indication of the activities that had taken place earlier. After some small talk, we got down to business. Reaching into his worn leather portfolio, he handed me a brown binder and looked at me pointedly.

"Ah the wonders of Email and the Internet Eric," he smiled. "I sent the raw interview recordings to my assistant Tess back at the University and she transcribed them for me. In the old days, she would still be waiting for my tapes to arrive in the mail."

"I've edited out my actual questions unless it was useful to indicate them in the text. This way, it reads like a continuous narrative from the boy."

I successfully suppressed a giggle as I watched his black rimmed eyeglasses slide down to the tip of his nose. Without thought, he pushed them back up with two fingers before he continued speaking, "This makes for fascinating reading Eric. The boy was certainly forthcoming with his answers to all of my questions although, truth be told, once he got started on his story; he required little prodding or even direction from me.

You'll find it a straightforward account of a happy and stimulating youth spent under a unique system of child-rearing that has much to be admired. I shall look forward to discussing it with you once you've read it and absorbed the content."

With that, we had both drained our glasses. I'd walked him to the back door and then taken the elevator up to my 'bed 'o boys'.

The next morning, I'd walked with them to the classroom in the south wing and then crossed the lawn to my study in the main part of the house. Jack was excited to be beginning his tutelage under the big mysterious Professor and Sean seemed thrilled to be sharing his 'private wizard' with his good friend.

It was early, but I'd poured myself a drink anyway and now sat absentmindedly staring at the glass. I reached for the brown binder, whimsically wondering how I'd gotten myself so involved in this project. Short months ago, what went on behind the walls of the nest, would have been among the last things I'd ever have been curious about.

Despite my half resolve to delay doing so, I took a serious sip of the whiskey in my glass and opened the cover. Settling back into the soft luxury of my new Scandinavian desk chair, I began to read.

***

The Jack Interview

submitted by Richard Swaim, PHD

My name is Jack. Most of the time, back at the nest, they call me Rufus. I know my real name must be John or something like that, but nobody has ever called me John and if I had a last name when I was a baby, I don't remember ever hearing what it was. Anyway, we never use last names and mostly, we use the names we give each other. I know there are at least three other John's in my tier but only one is ever called John. The rest use their nest names like mine's Rufus'.

Some of the first stuff I remember are the 'Underpants Ceremonies' because to us little kids, it was a big deal to welcome new ones up from being babies. You see, when someone living in the 'Babies Section' of the nursery building was able to go a whole month using a potty and not having any accident and not even needing a diaper to sleep in, then he was told he was growing up and they moved him to 'Juniors Section' to live and sleep in his tier.

A tier is the other kids in the same age group more or less. Anyway, I remember when the kids came into the Juniors for the first time, they all looked so confused and scared and cute so we were all trained to make a big fuss over them and cuddle them and tell them how proud we all were.

That first night, we all sat in the mess hall just wearing our underpants and the new kid was sat up at the head of his table except he didn't have any real underpants just the training pants from the 'Babies section'. After dinner we'd all bang our spoons on the table which usually made the poor little kid scared but then, a couple of the oldest juniors would walk up to him and presented him with a bag full of his first pairs of underpants.

We'd all cheer and make a big deal out of it while the kid stood up and took off his training pants and put on real underwear for the first time. The new kid would smile with pride and he never felt lonely or unwelcome with us. It was the first time he knew that everybody cared about what he did and he felt like he belonged.

I don't remember my own 'Underpants Ceremony' but I must have liked it a lot because I always enjoyed being part of them. I remember when Sean came up because it was just before I moved out of the Nursery Building and into the 'Senior Building'. Even then there was something special about Sean and he laughed through the whole thing. I never dreamed that someday I would be his 'Lead Senior' though.

In the dorms, the different tiers slept in the same room, showered together and did sports together. Other than that, everyone in the Juniors did everything else together. The youngest kids mostly made up 'Mouse Tier' cause different kids came up at different ages. I guess kids just potty train when they're ready.

The tiers didn't start by age until five years old and from then on, you moved up a tier on your birthday until you turned eight and then you moved out of the Juniors into another building with the big kids… the 'Seniors Building'.

I don't actually remember all that much about life in the Nursery building except that I remember I was never afraid of anybody or anything. I know that what was happening is that we were learning to get along and respect each other and to be proud of each other and to help each other.

You learned from an early age that when someone needed help with something no matter what his age was, you helped if you could. You also learned to expect the same help from others. It was simple. If you had a problem or a question, you could always go to one of the adult proctors. They were never very far away, but more often than not, they would refer you back to the other kids and so, pretty soon we learned to depend upon each other.

Of course there were rules and sometimes the Proctors did have to intervene but when they did, it was always in a gentle and constructive way. Even when they did something, it was really so that we would sort of be forced to figure out the right thing to do.

I can remember when I was about six years old, there was another kid in my tier… Peter and we just were not getting along for some reason. We fought and argued over every little thing and I know that it was getting to be disturbing for all the kids in the whole house. The older kids tried talking with us and trying to make us see the light but finally, they had to ask the Proctors to step in before we drove everybody crazy with our fighting.

So Proctor Thomas called everybody together… all the kids in the Juniors… and sat everyone in a group in the playground and he told everybody that since we couldn't seem to stop fighting, then me and Peter needed to spend some time in the 'Get-Along Shirt'.

Now nobody knew what that meant because it had never happened to anyone living in the Juniors at that time so me and Peter were really nervous.

Well, one of the other Proctors brought out this big blue sweatshirt. It looked huge but it must've just been an extra-large adult shirt except the sleeves had been sewn shorter to fit our little kid arms.

Proctor Thomas had me and Peter stand side by side and he pulled the big blue shirt over us so that our heads were sticking out of the neck hole together. I put my left arm through the left sleeve and Peter put his right arm through the right sleeve and suddenly, we were like stuck together. If we wanted to go anywhere, we had to coordinate our steps, if we wanted to pick up anything or even drink or eat, we had to cooperate with our hands.

Let me tell you, going to the bathroom was the WORST! When they told us we would have to sleep together like that, we got really upset but you know what? Being stuck together in that one big shirt taught us to get along and talk things over and by the end of the day, we told Proctor Thomas that we weren't mad at each other anymore. Funny thing is, it was the truth; not only had we learned to cooperate, Peter and I wound up being good friends.

More importantly, from then on, whenever two kids were having trouble with each other, all anyone had to do was mention how maybe they needed to spend some time in the 'Get-Along Shirt' and they worked it out fast.

The Proctors always did stuff like that; even when they were teaching you a lesson, in the end it wound up being something you could joke about.

I've read in books and seen in movies that, in other places, it's not always that nice for kids when they make a mistake or they're not good at something. I wouldn't have liked growing up like that. None of us were ever really afraid of making a mistake or of trying something new; nobody ever yelled at you or made fun of you.

We all laughed almost all of the time and when something made one of us sad, he had everybody; not just his tier to cheer him up and make him feel better. I think that's a nice way to be but then, it's the only way I really know.

As long as I can remember, we were being read to. Reading was one of our favorite things and it wasn't just the Proctor who read to us, it was the older kids too.

We started learning the alphabet and the sounds the letters made when we were about four and by the time a kid was five and in the 'Fives Tier' he could read at least simple books. By the end of the 'Fives Tier' the Proctors were helping the kids learn different things like Art, Music, Science and Math.

By the time a kid entered the 'Sixes Tier', he could add and subtract simple numbers, read a book with chapters and most were beginning to play a musical instrument. I tried a bunch of different ones before I settled on the violin. I've been playing it now since I was five and a half and if I say so, I'm not bad.

As I think you know, Sean chose the guitar when he was a 'Fiver' and he's pretty amazing at it now.

It was the same way with sports. Even when a kid first came up and was a 'Mouse', he was subjected to athletics training in team and individual sports.

Nobody ever got laughed at if they were no good at something. All that was ever expected was that you try. You got so much support and encouragement from all the other guys that you just naturally wanted to try your best.

If you didn't understand how to do something, there were the other kids; especially the older kids to help you and show you. Of course there were also always the Proctors as well. It was always a case of trying to do your best and always knowing there were people there to help you excel as far as your body and your talent would allow you to.

We were encouraged to enjoy our personal successes but at the same time, we learned to admire and encourage the success that others achieved.

Of course everyone knew that some kids were considerably better at some things than the rest and we naturally admired those but, since we all tried so hard at excelling at everything, we were really a school full of champions and we knew that. It was especially obvious when we got a little older and we began competing against other schools and we found out how much better even our most average guys were comp aired to kids from the normal schools.

That's what we called them by the way; the 'Normal Schools' but between ourselves, we called all those kids 'Normans'.

By the time you got into the 'Sevens'… the seven year old tier… you knew that you were a 'Nester' and you pretty much were certain that 'Nesters' were better at everything than 'Normans'.

The 'Sevens' were as high as you went in the Juniors. When you turned eight, you left the Nursery building and moved across the compound into the Senior building.

This was a pretty nervous time because, up until now, your friends who were a few months older than you only moved up a tier on their birthdays and you still got to see them and talk to them. Same way when you moved up on your birthday, you still got to see and talk to your younger friends even though you'd changed tiers.

When you turned eight, though, you left behind everything you'd known all of your life. You spent your birthday in the Nursery building with all of your friends and you even had a cake and a party. Everybody tried to be cheery and happy but you knew that the next morning, you would leave everyone and everything behind.

Of course, we'd all seen boys from the Senior Building off and on and once a week they would even come over to our fields to help out with sports training but pretty much, they and their lives were a mystery to us 'Wee Ones'.

I remember how nervous I was the night of my eighth birthday. I lay on my bed and couldn't sleep a wink. It was probably the first time since I was a baby that I was really and truly afraid. It was the first time in my life that I would be doing something without the total support of all of my friends. I just laid there in the dark and I pulled my blanket up over my head because I didn't want the other kids to hear me crying.

The next morning, as I had been instructed to do, I showered and dressed and walked down to the Proctors' room. I knocked on the door and a voice that didn't sound old enough to be a Proctor told me to come in.

There were no Proctors in the large lounge just a bigger boy dressed in a red collared shirt and blue shorts. He looked so much older than me of course I know now that he was twelve years old.

He smiled at me and it was such a friendly smile that I felt not so nervous any more.

"Hello Jack," he said and he walked over and put an arm around my shoulder and led me to a table that I hadn't noticed when I'd entered. It was set up as a dining table for two. "My name is Taylor but you'll learn most of the guys call me Tip. You can call me whichever you choose. I'm your Lead Senior and you're my Follow Boy. I'm going to make sure everything goes right for you and you and me are going to be great friends OK?"

Of course I had a million questions but Tip was so friendly and so encouraging that I just said, "OK."

He indicated I should sit down and he sat down across from me. He raised the covers off the dishes on the table and we enjoyed a breakfast of eggs and bacon. As we ate, he explained that a 'Lead Senior' was the personal mentor for his 'Follow Boy' and that his job was to make certain I got settled into the Senior Building and learned the ropes and wasn't afraid.

I asked my questions and he cheerfully answered them all.

When breakfast was over, we got up from the table and he handed me a package that contained a red shirt and blue shorts identical to those he was wearing.

"Change out of those 'Wee One' clothes," he said indicating the tan shirt and shorts which I'd more or less worn all of my life as had all of the kids I'd ever known. "You're a big kid now, Jack, you need to look like one."

After I'd changed, Tip looked me over and rewarded me with a big smile. It made me feel safe and it made me feel good. I still love his smile.

Tip walked across the room and opened the door to the outside. With a swing of his arm, he said, "Come on Jack, your whole life is waiting for you."

Together we walked across the compound to the big building I'd never set foot in before.

It was new and it was strange but now that I had Tip with me, I wasn't in the least bit afraid.

I let out a breath and laid the manuscript down on the desk. Just as Doc had indicated, this was turning out to be a fascinating document. I was having a very hard time thinking any negative thoughts about the nest right now. Aside from being raised by loving parents, I couldn't imagine a much better way for a child to grow up… at least up until this point. I knew of course that the sinister aspect of life for boys raised in the Academy was yet to come in this narrative.

My long empty crystal tumbler was sitting on the desk. I picked it up and turning to the credenza, I plopped in two ice cubes and filled it with single malt scotch.

I took a slow contemplative slip and leaned back in my wonderful new Ekornes office chair. One of these had been obtained by either Walter or Phil when the big conference room had been furnished in the revised South Wing and I'd fallen so in love with its comfort and style that I'd gotten one for my study as well.

While the soft leather embraced me, my mind replayed what I'd read so far. My thinking regarding the nest was changing with every new bit of knowledge I obtained and I found myself confused and curious at the same time.

I obviously need to continue reading but I was almost afraid of what I was going to learn.

Chapter 10

We'll hear more of Jack's life growing up in the nest especially about how he met Sean and how he began his 'special' nest training

Never be afraid of actively seeking the answer to a question. Knowledge is the quarry of the voracious mind. Our curiosity drives us to the pursuit and our human nature causes us to hunger for even more.

There is often a bonus derived from this hunt. Often, while looking for specific material, we inadvertently stumble upon information along the way that we hadn't sought or thought of when we began the quest. It is through searching for answers, that our carnivorous intellect is fed as it stalks the rich savanna of information and the lush jungle of facts.

I finished my drink and was absently running my index finger around the smooth rim of the fine Irish tumbler.

Ruminating upon what I'd read so far I was considering how clever and gentle the nest program worked around what might easily become disturbing and traumatic events in a boy's life.

From the very start, the children were taught to expect planned and prescribed changes in their lives. These changes were carefully scheduled to occur at key points in the child's development and the nest provided ready-made and often unexpected solutions.

I was thinking, "How cleverly conceived… How kind and protective it was" and yet, I couldn't help feeling somehow that it felt too controlling; too methodical. Underneath it all, I suddenly recognized that it was simply brainwashing, pure and simple.

In an almost blinding flash of realization, I understood that this seemingly benign system was actually a well-conceived, sinister, process that began almost in infancy.

It was a carefully laid out program slowly leading the boy into a condition of trust and security that would make the eventual sacrifice of his body and his innocence just a part of life… another level of change. A strange change perhaps, but certainly one they were conditioned to adapt to.

With this revelation, I made myself another drink and resumed reading.

Even though I was with Tip now and he kept telling me that everything was going to be OK, I was still real nervous as we walked into the Seniors Building. I'd never been in there before and I sure didn't know what to expect.

Man, was I surprised when we got into the big main hall and there were all the older members of my Tier… the guys that had left before me. I never thought I would ever see them again. I don't know where I thought they'd gone to. I guess I never really thought about it but I never expected they had been just across the campus all along.

They knew I was coming and they were waiting for me in the hall. After we all hugged and laughed and told each other how glad we were to see each other again, Tip introduced me to each of the older kids. There sure were a lot of them! Tip told me not to worry that I'd learn all of their names in time. Right now, he wanted to get me settled in and get used to things.

I found out over the next couple of days that, while lots of things in the Seniors Building were different, some things were the same. We still did a lot of things in tiers only now, for a lot of things, some of the tiers got bunched together.

Like for sports, we did everything as eights, nines and tens. The elevens and twelves did their sports together, the thirteens fourteens and fifteens were together and the sixteens, seventeens and eighteen did all of their stuff separate from the rest of us. I found out that it was the sixteens and seventeens that would come over to the Nursery Building to help with the sports there. That's why I never recognized any of them; they were all too old for me to remember.

At the beginning of 'Gathering in Knowledge'… what you call 'school' or 'class time'… we'd start out in our tiers but the Proctors separated us after a while and pretty soon we were all learning things pretty much at our own speed and we studied stuff that interested us a lot more than we studied stuff that didn't interest us. Most of our day was spent 'Gathering in Knowledge' and it was a lot of fun.

Don't get me wrong, every week the Proctors told us that there was certain things we all were required to learn but after that, we could concentrate on things that wanted to learn about. What that meant for us kids was the sooner we did the things we had to do, the sooner we could be spending our time on stuff we wanted to do.

At first, I thought we were tricking the Proctors by doing this but one day when I told Tip what I thought he laughed at me and told me that that's exactly what the Proctors wanted us to do. He told me that there were some things that everybody had to or at least should know but that everybody also had things that they were interested in just for themselves.

If you were interested in something but didn't know how to learn about it, that's when the Proctors really came in handy. They would take all the time you needed to help explain something and show you where to look to find out more about it.

What's funny about that though… now that I think about it… whenever I came to the Proctors with a question, they usually just showed me how to find the answer for myself. Those guys never really answered a lot of questions.

You know what's interesting about that though? Almost every time I was looking for an answer to something, I'd learn something else at the same time; and it was usually something I wasn't even thinking about before and that would get me to being interested in something else.

Tip said this was how it was supposed to be and that's how a kid was supposed to learn.

Tip said that the more a kid learned the smarter he got and the smarter he got, the more he helped the nest. The most important thing he said, was making sure that every nester was the best he could be because that's what made the nest the best place. He said it was important to be a good nester and good nester's did what was best for the nest because that was what was best for the nesters.

Pretty soon after that, I was hearing the same thing from other older kids and from the Proctors as well. I didn't think about that until about a year later when I was saying the same stuff to some of the new kids that came up from the Nursery.

***NOTE FROM DOCTOR SWAIM TO ERIC: "I have put together a detailed appendix on the Educational Procedures of the Nestwell-Turnbridge Academy which I've edited and bound as a separate document. It makes for fascinating reading."***

That first day in the Seniors Building, I learned that we didn't sleep in our tiers like we did back in the Nursery. Tip told me that was for the Wee Ones and us big kids slept in what he called 'Groups of like Interest'. I told him that I didn't understand and he said don't worry. All that mattered right now was that he was my Lead Senior and I was his Follow Boy and that made us have a 'like interest' so we would sleep in the same dorm so he could keep an eye on me.

I noticed that a lot of the kids from my old tier were sleeping in the same dorm as us and they were with their own Lead Seniors. It worked out pretty good because back in the old building the Lead Seniors would have all been in the same tier as each other so it was almost like we were two tiers joined together in the same dorm only one tier was four years older than the other.

It was good and it was very comfortable. From that very first night, I knew I was safe and that I was where I belonged.

I liked it right away.

One of the things that was different right away was they began teaching us about what it was like outside of the nest. They told us that the nest was our home and I laughed because I knew that and they also told us that the other nesters were our brothers. I kinda knew that already too but they never stopped pointing that stuff out and telling us how important it was to remember. I couldn't ever figure out how they thought I could ever forget something that important.

They explained that I was old enough now to know that I was an orphan. They told me that I had a mother and father once but they died when I was a baby and that I had no brothers or sisters and no other family but the nest and my brothers; the other nesters. We read stories and saw videos about families on the outside… normal families… we called them 'Norman Families' and some seemed very nice and some seemed not so nice and some even seemed terrible. They showed us that there were kids… even whole bunches of kids… that didn't have a regular place to live and didn't get enough to eat and things like that.

The more I learned, the more I was glad that I was a nester and not a Norman.

Another thing; they began teaching was about our bodies. I guess in the Nursery, I never thought about my body or that different parts had names and stuff.

I mean I knew about arms, legs hands and finger and stuff but… well I never even wondered what my nipples were or if they had a name and my cock… err, excuse me I mean penis… well in the Nursery, if we talked about it at all, we called it a 'noodle' but we didn't really pay much attention. But now, in with the big kids, we talked about our bodies a lot.

We also talked about girls. There wasn't any girl nesters. All nesters were boys but… like we always knew about girls. Actually I don't know how we knew about girls… it's not like we ever see any except in pictures and movies and videos. They began teaching us about the difference between boy's bodies and girl's bodies and why they were different.

As we got older and began to go out in groups on field trips like to the museums and the zoo and stuff, of course we began to see girls and women and sometimes we even got to talk to some but mostly, we didn't have anything to do with them except of course to learn about them.

You know; it's funny… I was just thinking that I've spent more time around females since I came here with Eric than I have before in my whole life. Weird huh?

The great thing about that first year in the Seniors Building was not just being with my friends again and being part of the fun when the other kids from my old tier moved up from the Nursery, the great thing was having Tip.

I was never scared or even very nervous that whole first year because Tip was always with me. And you know what? No matter what I did, no matter if I screwed up or made a mistake, nothing was ever wrong as far as Tip was concerned. He was always telling me how good I did something and how proud he was of me and how my sometimes fuck-ups… excuse me… sorry I meant 'mistakes'… weren't important and stuff like that.

Tip was on the swim team and he made certain that I learned to swim right away. Back in the Nursery, we only had wading pools so I wasn't afraid of the water but Tip showed me how great it was and how great swimming was. I got to be pretty good at swimming but not as good as Tip.

What I was really good at was soccer. One of the Proctors said that it's in the blood I was never sure what he meant by that except I think he meant that people are sometimes just talented at doing some things better than others.

We had enough eights nines and tens to put together three full teams with substitutes and everything. I just took to it like I was doing it all of my life. Well, actually in a way, I WAS doing it all my life because we kinda played soccer back in the Nursery but not like we played it in the 'Seniors'.

Tip laughed one day and said it must be that my red hair was magic because even though he was four years older than me, I could out dribble and out strike him.

That's about how I got my nest Name… what you'd call a nickname. Guys had started calling me 'Red' instead of Jack. They'd say things like 'give the ball to Red' and 'let Red take that corner kick'… stuff like that. And, one afternoon, one of the very older boys… he must have been a sixteen or seventeen… said, "Don't call him Red'. He's the king of the soccer fields just like William Rufus was the king of England. Call him 'King Rufus' boys!"

Well pretty much none of us knew what he was talking about. That kid was very interested in history and he knew a lot of things. Even if nobody understood what he was telling us, I guess they all like the sound of what he said because the name stuck… oh, not the 'King' part. Nobody liked that, but they all liked 'Rufus' and from that day on, almost nobody called me Jack anymore. That's kinda how all nest Names happened I guess.

Things were like that for the first year or so but then, when my old tier was turning nine, Tip and his tier were turning thirteen and suddenly, they were spending a lot of their time in another building because they were starting their 'special training'.

When it began I could tell Tip was a little nervous but he tried to never let on because he always wanted to be brave and strong for me. He didn't want me to be scared of anything, see, and so, he couldn't let me see that he was scared or nervous about anything.

We all knew a little about what the special training was. We knew that when a nester was fifteen, he was old enough that he would go out on contracts. We weren't sure exactly what contracts were except that they meant a kid would leave the nest campus with a strange grown-up who was called the 'Client'.

They told us that Clients were very important to the nest… the most important thing actually and that it was the job of every nest boy to make the Clients happy and to do whatever the clients asked us to do. 'Course, we weren't sure what any of that meant except somehow we all knew that it meant doing 'sex stuff' with the Client… we just didn't know what that was.

Now see, we knew by now that sometimes our cocks… Ooops! Sorry again… I mean penis would get hard and most of us knew that it felt good to touch ourselves when that happened. But there was one very strict rule for all nesters; you NEVER touched yourself or another nester for long and you NEVER jerked off before you began your special training when you were thirteen.

They explained that they knew it was going to be hard for some of us to keep that rule but that was because we were going to learn to do wonderful things when we began our training and it would be terrible to spoil it for ourselves.

It was hard for me and for most of my friends as we got older but we were nesters and we followed the rules because… well… nesters follow the rules, see?

See, we all knew about jerking off. We'd seen most of the older kids do it especially right after they'd started their special training. They'd discovered how great their cocks… uhm sorry again… PENIS could make them feel and they wanted to do it a lot… sortta like making up for lost time, you know?

I remember the second day after Tip had started his special training; we were sitting around in our dorm waiting for dinner time and he was smiling a lot and I asked him, "What are you smiling about?" He said that he had been taught about jerking and that it was wonderful and just wait til I was old enough… I was gonna love it!

Then he said, "Wanna see me jerk Jack?" and he began to giggle and he said "They say it's called 'jacking off'! Wanna see me jack off Jack?" and he was laughing so hard that he fell off the bed but, I said yes, I did want to see and so he pulled down his shorts and let me watch while he jerked off. It looked like it made him so happy that I wished I was old enough to do it with him.

For a lot of days after that, he'd jerk off while I watched and he kept telling me not to break the rules… that I'd be glad that I waited for the training to begin.

As that year passed, Tip and his tier mates spent more and more time in the building for special training and they told us younger kids less and less about what they were learning. All we knew for sure was that they were learning more and more about the 'sex stuff' and that, as time passed, they were jerking off in the dorms less and less. It was very strange to us.

Except for that though, life was pretty much the same. Tip was still my Lead Senior but more and more, he was letting me do things on my own with other kids about my age. He always made sure that we spent some time together every day just to talk over how things were going and so he could tell me how proud he was of me.

I remember once I told him that I was proud of him because he was doing the special training and stuff and he just smiled and hugged me and said, "Thanks Rufus."

I liked that a lot. I liked it when we spent time alone and he told me he was proud of me because I was always proud to be his Follow Boy.

Things just kind of went on like that. I was on the Swim Team and the Soccer team and we kicked butt at every Norman School we played against it was a lot of fun. They called us the 'Acadamaniacs' I guess because the real name of the nest was the something- something ACADEMY. We didn't care, we just called it the nest and we loved it because it made us so special.

I was playin the violin in the nest orchestra and the Proctor-Maestro told me that if I kept developing like I was doing, he was thinking about making me First Violin next season. Boy! I couldn't wait to tell Tip and was he ever proud of me.

Tip never played a musical instrument… he said he never could get the hang of it but he sang… MAN, could he sing… better than any record you ever heard and he remembered so many songs. Every morning and every evening he would sing to all of us while we were taking our showers and the echo in there made him sound like something GREAT.

Another year passed by and Tip had another birthday. Tip pulled me aside and told me that he wouldn't be seeing me for a while. I guess I got a little nervous and I guess it showed because he said "It's all right Rufus. It's just that we'll be staying in the Lesson House for a while because we're going to learn about Fucking"… Oh, hey, I hope it's alright for me to say 'fucking' because that's what we called it. I think that's what everybody calls it, right?

The next time I saw him was a couple of weeks later and I asked him about it. He told me that he wasn't allowed to tell me much about it but that it hurt a bit but it was real important. He told me that they were teaching him that fucking is one of the things that Clients really like doing with nest boys and that doing it good is one of the most important things a nester can learn to do. He told me he was trying very hard to learn to do it really good.

That next year, Tip told me that he had a lot he needed to teach me because I was turning twelve on my next birthday and that meant I would be old enough that I would be some new little kid's Lead Senior. I think I must of looked at him like he was crazy because he gave me one of his great smiles and says, "Rufus , I was only as old as you when I became your Lead Senior… now it's your turn to help out some little kid."

I must have looked stupid or something because all I could say was; "Tip, I just got here! I'm not ready" and he said; "Sure you are Rufus. You'll do great and, besides, I'll be around if you need any help."

I realized all of a sudden that Tip was turning fifteen and that meant he would be old enough to be going out on contracts now.

I remember the first time he was sent out. It was free time and a bunch of us were hanging around the quad just talking when one of the Proctors came up and told Tip that he was to come with him to see Director Coleman.

Everybody knew what that meant right away and I looked at Tip and for the first time ever, I could tell by his face that he was afraid. But then he looked at me and right away he gave me a smile. That Tip… he wasn't ever going to let me know he was afraid of anything. He just reached over and squeezed my shoulder and followed the Proctor.

Tip didn't come back for a week and when he did, they had him in a special part of the building where they kept the nesters that had just returned from a contract. I found out later that these boys rested in nice private rooms and got checked over by the doctors and talked to some special Proctors about what their experience had been like.

When I saw Tip and asked him about it he told me it wouldn't be right to really talk about it. I asked him if he's made his client happy and he gave me a funny look before he said; "Oh yeah. I made him happy alright."

It was Tip who told me the news that I was going to be a Lead Senior. I wasn't going to turn twelve until August but a little kid was turning eight and I was the next in line. I know I must have seemed worried but Tip told me not to be. He told me I would be great and I was more than ready.

"I'll be going out on contracts more and more, Rufus", he told me "Your little Follow Boy is going to really need you… you're going to be a great Lead Senior."

I remember waiting in the empty Proctor's Lounge over at the Nursery Building when Tadpole walked in with his big eyes wide and lookin' scared and cute at the same time.

'Course, he wasn't 'Tadpole' yet, he was Sean. Oh, I guess I didn't tell you that was his nest Name that we gave him, 'Tadpole'. But, anyway, that morning we had breakfast together just like me and Tip had done that day and I walked him across the campus and into the Seniors Building. His birthday is in June so almost half of his old tier was already there and Boy were they glad to see him!

Sean's kinda like a natural born leader, you know? He's so good at so much stuff and he's so friendly and he cares so much about everything, its hard not to just like him a lot. Anyway, I recognized him from his Underpants Ceremony when he first came up from being a baby and I was happy he was going to be my Follow Boy. I got busy trying to be as good a Lead Senior for Sean as Tip was for me.

I found out pretty soon that there's almost nothin' little Sean can't do and, if he doesn't know how to do something, he learns it very fast.

Like, the first time I put him into the swimming pool to teach him how to swim, it was like he was born in the water. He just laughed and wiggled away and pretty soon he was getting around before anybody could teach him anything.

That's when he got his nest Name. One of the guys said he was like a little tadpole and it just stuck from then on.

You should have seen him on the Soccer Pitch! I've never seen anything like him… he was almost like a one man team! It wasn't long before they had the little guy trying out for every sport we did at the nest.

Being Sean's Lead Senior was the easiest job I ever did in my life and we got to be such good friends. Our beds were right next to each others in the dorm and lots of nights we'd just lay awake talking and giggling long after all the other kids were sound asleep.

I could have gone on like that forever but then, almost all of a sudden, I turned thirteen and it was time for my training to begin.

I laid the manuscript down on my desk and leaned back into the soft embrace of the Scandinavian leather. I pursed my lips together and unconsciously let out a soft whistle. I rubbed the bridge of my nose briskly and shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts.

Doc Swaim had promised me that this would prove to be fascinating reading and thus far he was right. Once again I realized my feelings regarding the nest were shifting and it was becoming harder and harder to feel that I had comfortably solidified an opinion.

I also realized that I was obviously about to start on the most potentially upsetting part of the narrative… Jack's training and subsequent experiences with clients. While I wasn't actually certain that I was ready to read it, I also knew that this was one of the prime reasons I'd brought the young red-head home with me… to learn this aspect of nest culture.

I got up out of my chair and walked over to the credenza and dropped two ice cubes into my tumbler. Almost automatically, I filled it from the thin green bottle of Glen Livet and took a slow sip. I slowly paced across the room and walked out and down the wall until I came to the library.

I wasn't at all certain why I had come down here until I looked at the carving in the stone mantle above the fireplace.

It was my family motto, established so long ago by my great grandfather.

"Noli Timere" it read…"Do not be Afraid." With a nod to tradition and, perhaps, to my father, my grandfather and my great grandfather, I softly ran my fingers across the incised lettering.

Speaking either to myself, those three forbearers of mine… or perhaps actually to nobody… I softly muttered, "I am not afraid of anything. Let the chips fall where they may."

I turned upon my heel abruptly and strode out of the library and down the hall to my study. Sitting once again at my desk, I took a long sip from my glass as I picked up the brown bound manuscript and began to read once again.

Well… For Jack it would seem that childhood is ending!

Chapter 11

We'll be reading about how the nest trained Jack (and all the other boys) in using their young bodies to please the paying clients

Despite what you may have been told, there is neither virtue nor benefit in keeping your feet planted firmly on the ground. You should go through life constantly making leaps of faith and jumping into situations.
Though gravity will always draw you back to earth, for a brief moment at least you will have left the ground and for some people, that's as close to flying as they will ever come.

As I turned the page on the manuscript, I realized that my hand was trembling slightly. I'd reached the part in the narrative that I was almost dreading. I was about to discover the process used by the nest to turn a happy, intelligent, well-adjusted young boy into a skilled and willing prostitute. With a shudder I considered that this was not an abstract narrative about some stranger, this was a firsthand account dictated by a boy I knew and liked very much.

I drained my drink and quickly built another. After a long sip, I was again firm in my resolve and continued to read Jack's tale.

When I knew my training was going to start, I was nervous, you know? But, I wasn't really scared because I remembered when Tip started his and how he was smiling and laughing once it started and besides, I knew pretty soon I was going to be learning about jerking off and other things and I'd already seen how happy that made the kids that began training and I was really curious about how your dick could make you so happy.

Sorry, I don't mean to keep saying 'dick' and stuff like that but that's what we called it in the Seniors… I'll try to say 'penis' instead.

Little Sean seemed to be even more nervous than me that I was going to start my training so I tried to spend a lot of time cheering him up and telling him how everything was ok and you know what's funny? I realized that Tip had done just the same with me when I was the Follow Boy and he was the Lead Senior about to start his training.

After breakfast the day after my thirteenth birthday, I had been told to walk across the square and go into the main door of the Training Building.

Of course, I'd never been in that building in my whole life so I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't scared, though. I'd learned by now that none of the changes that happened at the nest were bad things; they were all good things that made life more interesting and better.

I was a little surprised when I found a Proctor waiting for me. He was a guy I'd never seen before.

"Hello Jack." He was smiling when he said hello. "I'm Proctor Ian and we're going to be working together today. I'm going to show you some things about your body that you've probably been curious about. If today goes like I think it should, tomorrow, you'll join the rest of the boys in regular training sessions."

I must have looked nervous or something because he put his hand on my shoulder and he said, "Don't worry. I promise that you're going to like everything we're going to do today. I just need you to trust me. I'm a Proctor and you certainly know you can always trust a Proctor, right?"

I don't think I said anything. I think I just nodded my head and he kept his hand on my shoulder and we walked down a long hall and into a room that said 'Private Training' on the door.

The walls of the room were painted a light color of blue and there was a couple of soft looking chairs and a kind of a couch that didn't have any arms or back… it was more like a thin bed… and on one of the walls was a big mirror. The floor had thick, soft carpet that was dark blue. The room was strange because I'd never been in one like it but, it wasn't scary or anything. Actually it was kind of nice.

Proctor Ian sat down in one of the comfortable looking chairs and he said something that surprised me, "Alright now Jack, take off your clothes. Fold them neatly like you've been taught to do and place them on that little table over there."

I don't know why it surprised me that he told me to do that because I knew that sometime today I was going to be learning about jerking my cock… sorry, I mean penis… but it surprised me anyway.

I pulled off my shoes and socks and then my shirt and pants and, after I'd folded them and put them on the table like he'd told me to, I looked at him

He kinda smiled and pointed at my underpants and nodded his head and I knew he meant that I should take them off too.

I yanked them down and stepped out of them and added them to my pile of other clothes. I felt a little funny when I did that but I didn't know why because, at the nest, us boys were naked in front of each other a lot. Not like here at Eric's where we sleep naked and swim naked… at the nest, we always slept in pajamas or underpants depending upon how hot or cold it was and we always wore our swim suits in the pool.

So, not like that, but we were always changing and showering or, well, you know, we saw each other naked a lot. Almost since coming up from the Nursery we would hear from the older kids that the Clients like to see their nestboys naked so sometimes we'd just show off for each other and make a game out of one or more of us being naked for a while. We all did stuff like that so it was no big deal really… but still… just then… in that room, it felt different I guess because I knew it was different because I was getting naked for something I'd never done before.

So, after I got naked, Proctor Ian got up from his chair and he guided me over to stand in front of the big mirror.

"Look at yourself Jack," he said. "You're a fine looking boy, that's for certain. Turn about a bit and look yourself over. That's good. Now, run your hands over your body Jack like you've never been allowed to do before. Go slow and rub your nipples and your chest and your stomach. Touch every part of your body, Jack. Touch yourself like you've never touched yourself before."

As nesters, they taught us not to touch ourselves before our training and so, for me, this was really the first time that I ever spent any real time touching and feeling my own body. At first it was really weird but after a while it was nice and then it was really nice and it felt… well NICE. And all the time, Proctor Ian was encouraging me and guiding me and I was watching the whole thing in the big mirror almost like it was somebody else. I got to admit that this was the first time that I spent a long time looking at myself naked and, to tell you the truth, I thought that I looked OK.

I mean, I think I was just as good looking as any other guy I'd ever seen and maybe even better than a bunch. I don't know… that's just what I was thinking while I was exploring myself with my hands.

I don't have any idea how long I stood in front of the mirror doing that stuff, but it didn't take long before my dick… oops… my penis was stiff and hard and after a while Proctor Ian smiled at me and said, "Ok Jack, its time. You've been waiting all of your life for this; NOW you begin to learn about pleasure."

I know that my whole body was shaking like it was freezing in that room but it wasn't freezing… it was actually comfortable… but I was really shaking as he led me over to the couch thing and told me to lay down.

Once I was stretched out he said, in a very soft voice, "Ok Jack, take it in your hand and stroke it just like it wants to be stroked. You've watched other boys do it so you know how. Your cock with tell you what to do."

I looked up at him and reached down and wrapped my fingers around my boner.

Just doing that felt so good but then I began to stroke myself for the very first time. Almost right away this wonderful, beautiful feeling began to build up down there… it was like hot and it was like a tickle and it was like fire and ice at the same time… but as the feeling got stronger and stronger my hand began to stroke faster and faster and then… just like that… I knew I couldn't control it and I like just exploded!

I think I must have screamed… probably a lot… as the hot fire of my first cum exploded from my cock… penis… NO COCK! The cum shot everywhere! The first blast shot past my ear and onto the couch. After that it was on my shoulder and neck and chest and finally it slowed down and just like trickled onto my belly.

I never felt anything so wonderful, so beautiful, in my whole life and I didn't want it to stop. But it did and I wanted to cry… I wanted to do it again. My mind was racing with new thoughts and new feelings. It was like I'd never known anything about life before… like I'd never felt anything before. I just lay there panting and smiling and letting myself calm down from the most important thing that had ever happened to me ever.

When I finally calmed down, I looked up at Proctor Ian and he was smiling at me. "See Jack, I told you that you were going to like everything we did today. You DID like that, yes?"

"Oh yes! Oh yes! I LIKED that Proctor Ian," I managed to say. "I REALLY like that a lot!"

We spent that whole day in that room, just the two of us. I never got dressed the whole day and he showed me different was to jerk off… different ways to hold my cock… err… penis and how to make things go for longer by slowing down and sometimes even stopping my strokes just to make the great feelings last.

After the first three times, he showed me how to use lube on my cock and my hands so I didn't hurt myself from too much rubbing. And actually, it was even better using the lube because, in a way, it felt like it wasn't actually my hand doing the jerking, if you know what I mean.

That day was so great that I didn't even want to stop for lunch, but he made me. Lunch was actually delivered to our room. I remember when he took the top off our tray, he began to laugh. And when I saw, I began to laugh too… our lunch was hot dogs! The way he was laughing, I don't think it was planned that way or anything but it sure was funny.

At the end of the day, he showed me where the shower was in a room off to the side and, after I'd dressed, he told me that of course I could jack off in the dorm if I wanted to but to be very cautious about what I told the younger kids.

He told me tomorrow to just come over with the other kids in my dorm who had started their training. "It just gets better and more fun Jack, I promise," he told me as he walked me to the door.

About half of the kids in my Tier had started their training before me and the other half, as well as all the little kids, stood around my bunk that night as I showed everybody my new found skill and pleasure.

Little Sean was fascinated and he watched me with his eyes wide open from curiosity. He asked me a lot of questions when we were whispering just between ourselves later that night with the lights out, but I told him that there wasn't much I could tell him except to not break the rules and not touch himself until he was old enough to begin his own training. "I promise, you'll be glad you did," I told him and then I smiled because I remembered Tip had told me that very same thing once.

The next day, like I was told to do, I followed the other boys from my tier into the training building. They led me into a large room that was like a bigger version of the room I was in yesterday. There were a bunch of the couch things, some chairs, a few tables and some soft mats… more like mattresses… on the floor. One whole wall was a huge mirror.

Proctor Ian was there along with two other Proctors that I'd never seen before. I figured out that these were special training Proctors. They pointed out my personal cubby on the wall where I was to put my clothes. The first thing each of us boys did was to get naked and we stayed that way all day… every day when we were training.

Proctor Ian spoke to the whole group that morning, "Guys, since this is Jack's first day in training group, like we always do with new guys, we're going to let him get used to things so today, everybody just lay around on one of the lounges and masturbate as much as you can. Tomorrow, we'll start showing Jack that cumming is even better when someone else helps you do it. Isn't that right guys?"

Each of the other kids yelled out their agreement and a couple of my best friends came over and slapped me on the back and the butt and told me I was going to love it.

So that whole day all us naked guys just lay on the couches (which I now knew were called lounges) and jerked ourselves. The different noises were interesting and after a while, I also noticed that the room was filled with a smell like I'd never smelled before. It wasn't like a stink or anything, it was just a smell.

Now, of course, I know that it's the smell of sex, but I didn't know that then.

Next morning, the guys were really kidding around with me at breakfast and even as we walked across campus to the training building. I wasn't sure what to expect but they told me I was really going to like it.

Once we were all naked in the big room, Proctor Ian broke us up into groups of three. The two guys with me were both among the oldest in my tier so I guess he picked them for me because I had the least experience and they had the most.

I was kinda happy he'd chosen the two he did because they were a couple of my best friends. One of them was Lefty… I bet you can't guess how he got his nest Name, huh? The other was, Peter who we now all called 'Peets." Peter had been one of my best friends since we were real little and hadn't got along and the Proctors made us spend a day together in the 'Get-Along Shirt'.

"Now guys, since this is Jack's first time, we're going to go off into the private room so he can learn and you two can teach him."

With that, Proctor Ian led us down the hall and into the same room I'd been in on my wonderful first day.

"So Jack, I want you to stand there by the mirror and Lefty, explore Jack with your hands please." Proctor Ian pointed over by the mirror and as we moved to the spot, Lefty smiled and said, "This is gonna feel nice Rufus."

He was right. Slowly and softly, Lefty moved his hands all over my body from my shoulders to my ass… I mean my butt… and around to the front. He grabbed my balls as gentle as could be and kind of rolled them between his fingers. Even before he touched it, my cock got so hard… I don't think it had ever got that hard before in my life.

"Help him out there Peets," said Ian.

With a big grin, Peets' hands were all over me in places where Lefty's were not. Pretty soon I was moaning and my legs felt like they were made out of rubber or something.

"I'm… I'm gonna fall!" I remember shouting and Lefty and Peets both kind of caught me and walked me over to the couch and helped me lay down. All the while they were rubbing and touching me.

"OK now, let's show him, guys," I heard the Proctor say. "Lefty, you stroke him and Peets, you massage his nipples."

All at once Peets was rubbing my nipples and gently twisting and flicking them with his fingers and it was driving me crazy it felt so good. Then suddenly, Lefty closed his fingers around my hard stiff cock and began to slowly stroke it.

All of the great feelings from the past two days weren't nothing compared to how I suddenly felt now. I was shaking and jumping on the couch bed thing and groaning like crazy as my dick… my penis… you know what I mean… it just EXPLODED. Honest I think I passed out… I never felt anything so intense and so good.

I just lay there making stupid noises and seeing stars and Peets and Lefty were laughing something sick. Proctor Ian was laughing too. They'd all known how that was going to make me feel and I guess my reaction didn't surprise them.

After a while, the Proctor had me stroke off first Lefty and then Peets and for the rest of the day, we took turns on each other. By the end of the day, both guys were saying that I was doing it as good as they could do it and Proctor Ian even said that I was a quick learner. That made me feel real good.

For the next couple of weeks, every day in our class we'd pair off or group up and pretty soon, I'd jerked off everybody in the group a lot of times and each of them had done me a lot of times too. Then one Friday, Proctor Ian told us that, come Monday, we were moving onto something very new… something he called the next major step and what was going to be our best and most important tool.

We didn't know what he was talking about so we were all a little excited and I guess nervous, too but, that weekend Tadpole… I mean Sean… had a soccer game against one of the better Norman Schools and since it was going to be played on our field, I got to watch it and take my mind off the mystery of Monday.

As usual, Tadpole played great and they beat the Norman School four to one and really those guys shouldn't have even got that one goal. The referee missed an offside flag from his assistant and allowed the goal.

Sunday was a free day for us and nobody had any 'Gathering Knowledge' projects so we just hung around the quad and the pool and laughed and joked.

I noticed, for the hundredth time, that Tadpole was a natural leader and his whole tier and most of the kids in the next older tier sort of flocked around him and just wanted to be near him. We all had a lot of fun and suddenly it was Monday and I hadn't had time to think about what was going to happen today.

As usual, we all walked into our big room and took our clothes off. This morning we just sat around on the floor waiting for the proctors. They came in about five minutes later and Proctor Ian sat down on the floor with us and told us that now that we had mastered how to make a person cum with our hands, it was time to begin to learn how to use our lips, tongues and throats.

All of us guys looked at each other quickly and with a bit of surprise. We'd all heard about 'blowjobs', kind of. It was a word we'd all used for years just like we'd used the word 'jerk-off' but none of us knew for sure what a blowjob was or, up until now, that it was even a real thing.

Suddenly it seemed that we were all going to learn how to do a blowjob.

Proctor Ian spent a lot of the morning just talking about what a blowjob was and after a while, one of the guys asks, "So, Proctor, it sounds like you don't really blow on nothing when you do a blow job, huh?"

"That's right." Proctor Ian sortta smiled.

Then the same kid said, "Seems to me, from what you're telling us, that it's really a 'suck, lick and swallow job' huh?" That cracked us all up and we were laughing so hard that the Proctors had us break for lunch.

After lunch, they split us up into pairs and had us take turns licking our partner's cock. We began by just licking the head and, after a while, they had us working our tongues around and up and down the whole thing. It was pretty intense, I'll tell you. And several times the guys that were being licked couldn't help it and they just shot cum all over themselves.

During our breaks we talked among ourselves and we all agreed that they hadn't lied to us and, so far, every new thing they taught us was better than the last thing. The only thing that concerned anybody was the idea of swallowing cum.

We spent the rest of the week changing partners and licking each others cocks until everybody had done everybody else at least twice.

It was Friday again and Proctor Ian told us that on Monday, we were going to learn how to take things into our mouths and throats and then the lessons in skill would begin.

Tadpole's soccer team had a game away at a Norman school on Saturday but I was able to go because the nest always tried to let Lead Seniors watch their Follow Boy's games so that we could encourage them.

Of course, my little Tadpole never needed any encouragement. He was just a natural and let me tell you this… he liked to win. No matter what he did, that little Follow Boy of mine liked to win. That Saturday his team won five to two and Tadpole scored three of the goals all by himself. As young as he was, I think he was as good as me already and I'm pretty darn good.

That Monday, we found that there were tables and benches in our room and the Proctors told us that we should keep our clothes on and take a seat.

Proctor Ian began that morning by having us all open our mouths as wide as we could. After we did that for a while and the Proctors had walked around and checked all of us and making some suggestions about how we could actually open wider than we had, Proctor Ian said something that, at first, I thought was funny but I never forgot it, "Guys, nothing feels worse on a man's boner than a cocksucker's teeth."

I realized then and there that we were learning to be cocksuckers not cock blowers or cock lickers and the 'man' in question would eventually be a client. Somehow that one thing he said made it all make sense to me and I was suddenly getting a pretty good idea of what was going on. We weren't really learning to make ourselves feel good, we were learning to make the clients feel good. This was serious nest business and that's when I made up my mind to take it very, very seriously for the good of the nest and for my value as a nester.

Over the next couple of weeks, we learned to cover our teeth with our lips, how to open wider than I ever thought I could, how to relax the back of our mouths and throat so that we didn't gag bad when something was way back there and how to use our tongues at the same time.

We practiced on our fingers, on vegetables, on plastic cocks that they called dildos, on lots of things but never on each other.

Then, one Monday, we came into class and the tables were gone and the lounges were back. For the first time in a long time, we were told to take our clothes off. When we were all naked, we were told to lie back on one of the couches.

"This is a very big day for you, guys," Proctor Ian told us. "Giving an exquisite blow job is one of the most important skills you will develop. Receiving a blow job is a treasured experience for all men. Guys, I've got to tell you that nest Boys are world famous for the quality of the blow jobs that they give. You will be learning to give a man oral pleasure that is superior in every way to any experience he has ever had from anyone other than, perhaps, another nest boy."

"Before we begin, though, I want you each to jack yourselves off. When you feel yourself cumming, I want you to catch it all in your other hand and I want you to lick it all up and swallow every bit of it."

I know we all looked at him very confused because then he said, "Guys, this is a courtesy to you. You won't have a choice over whose is the first cock you take in your mouth but I personally believe that the first cum any guy swallows should be his own. Got it?"

We all indicated to him that we did and, pretty soon, all twelve us were pumping away. And, one by one, you could hear each boy cum. I caught all of mine in the palm of my left hand and I didn't even think about it before I lapped up a big blob of it.

I was surprised. First off, it was very warm. I don't know what I expected but I remember that surprised me. But also, it didn't taste bad or icky or anything like that. It was salty and a little bit sweet and it felt thicker in my mouth than it felt on my hand. But it wasn't bad and I knew that cum in my mouth was not going to be a problem… at least if all cum tasted more or less like mine.

When everybody had finished, Proctor Ian had us all stand up and he pointed to a bucket that one of the other Proctors was holding. "For your first time, so that you guys don't have to start on huge cocks, we're going to let you practice on the fourteen tier. This will help you and it will give them a nice break from their own training. Do your very best on them because remember, next year it'll be you lying there with your dick in some younger kid's mouth. Each of you pick a tag from the bucket Proctor Martin is holding. Each of the twelve Fourteens we'll be using has already picked a number so you'll be doing the boy whose number matches the one you're going to draw."

One by one we drew our numbers from the bucket and were instructed to stand by the lounges in numerical order.

The door opened and in came the selected Fourteens wearing only their underpants. They obviously knew what was going to happen because their boners were tenting out the front of their briefs… every one of them.

I knew them all of course, but I was pretty happy when I discovered that the one whose number matched mine was a kid we all called Bronco.

I liked Bronco a lot. We'd done a couple of study projects together and he played the cello in our orchestra. Besides that, he was on my soccer team and we joked around a lot. He was a nice guy and I was glad that the first cock I was going to suck was somebody like him. It made me really want to do the best I could.

At Proctor Ian's directions, the Fourteen tier boys stood by the side of our lounges and we were instructed to pull down their underpants. This was a new twist for all of us because we'd never taken off somebody else's clothes for them before.

I didn't waste any time worrying about it though; I grasped the band of his underpants and slid them down his legs. We both giggled a little when I got the band caught on his very stiff boner and I had to kind of work them around it. When they finally fell to the floor, he stepped out of them and I bent over and picked them up, folded them and laid them on top of a nearby table.

I looked a Bronco and he smiled. I smiled back and then the Proctors had the Fourteens lay down on the lounge couches.

We Thirteen Tiers boys, dropped to our knees so that we were positioned over the stiff cocks of our partnered boy and looked to Proctor Ian for further instruction.

"Guys, this is not a timed event. Take as long as you need. You'll be finished when your partner climaxes. That WILL happen in your mouth and you WILL swallow all of his stuff. Although that is the ultimate goal this time… because, after all it is your first attempt… remember that, in the end, your real job, your prime objective is to give as much pleasure as you can in the process of inducing an orgasm."

"We Proctors will be walking around the room observing but we will not interrupt and we will make no comment during the procedure. Afterward, we will be interviewing the recipient of your ministrations, comparing our own personal notes and then, after lunch, we'll be meeting with you individually to discuss your performance. Understood? Begin."

I smiled down at my partner and whispered, "I'm glad it's you Bronco. I'll try to make this real good for you."

He grinned up at me and winked. "You'll do great Rufus."

I reached over and softly drew my hand across his hip while I lowered my face down to his crotch. He had a thick patch of curly brown pubic hair. There was no smell because all nest boys keep themselves very clean… we're trained to do that from when we enter the Mouse Tier. I nuzzled my nose in his bush just to tease him and then with my tongue I took a long lick from the tip of his cock. He jumped about two inches and I glanced up at him and giggled.

I began to slowly work my tongue up and down his cock from his balls to his tip and then back again. In my head I was thinking that I would do to him all of the things that I loved having done to me. Of course I'd never had a blow job but I'd had my cock licked a bunch of times and I knew what felt good. Besides that, I always had a great imagination so I was pretty sure I could make this really good for him.

After I teased him like that for a few minutes I opened my mouth and covered my teeth with my pursed lips. His dick was good and wet from my own saliva and I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. As I did so, Bronco drew a deep breath and let it out swiftly. I thought to myself, "He's liking this."

I was flicking my tongue up against the bottom of his cock and then decided to go for it. I relaxed my jaw like I'd learned to do and, after taking a deep breath, I took all of him in.

Of course, he was only fourteen and not very big… not by a long shot as I was later to learn… but this was the first cock I'd ever swallowed and I had made up my mind I was going to do it right.

His cock wasn't long enough that I had to think about how I was going to breath and so I just clamped my lips tight around the bottom of his cock and I stayed that way sucking and swirling my tongue around the whole thing while it was in my mouth.

Bronco was making quiet little noises almost like he was about to cry and his hips were moving in what I now know were slow fucking motions. I'm sorry I'm using all these bad words but they're the way we were taught to talk about sex so no other words really feel right.

*****DR. SWAIM NOTE TO ERIC-At this point in the interview, I told the boy not to worry about his language but rather to continue his story using whatever words seemed right and natural.*****

Well, I knew he was loving it and so I decided to continue the way I'd been planning so I began to bob my head slowly which moved my lips up and down his shaft. I hardly loosened my lips at all, though, so as they moved they were wrapped tightly around his dick.

Bronco was moaning loudly now and by, his noise and his motions, I guessed he was getting ready to cum… but I didn't want him to yet so I stopped my bobbing up and down and loosened my lips. I raised my head off of his cock and began to slowly lap at his balls with my tongue for a few moments.

Bronco's noises stopped and his breathing became kind of regular so I took his dick into my mouth again and began the whole thing all over.

Three times more he almost cummed and all three times I stopped it from happening and kept up my sweet teasing.

The fourth time that I could feel he was ready, I heard him whisper, "P-p-please Rufus."

Instead of slowing this time, I picked up the speed of my motions up and down his cock until at last he raised his hips up with power and with a loud scream, he emptied himself down my throat. He shot so fast and so hard that everything was past my tongue and down inside me… I never really got to taste a drop.

As I raised my head, I suddenly realized that everyone in the room was cheering and clapping. It turned out that all the other Fourteens had cum in the first few minutes and everybody in the room had been watching me work on Bronco.

Bronco finally raised himself up on his elbows and grinning from ear to ear said,"Rufus, that was the greatest blow job I've ever, ever… EVER had, man!"

That afternoon, I sat with the three Proctors for private review.

Proctor Ian smiled at me as he spoke. "Jack, we were able to watch you closely and I must tell you that your performance was as skillful and well thought out as could have been done by a person who has been doing this for years. We're going to be watching you carefully and if you prove to be consistent in this regard, we're going to have to get you working on full sized cocks as soon as possible. We need you to help the other boys in your tier learn to do as you do. You seem to have a true gift Jack."

I don't remember ever feeling as proud as I did when I left the room that afternoon.

We were encouraged to practice on each other and any older boys any time outside of class. The only rule was it couldn't be done in front of the younger kids. For this purpose, there were about six rooms in the training building that were kept available just for 'practice sessions'.

As word of how good my blow jobs were spread, I was approached quite often by older boys offering their services to me as someone to practice on. Very quickly I got better and better.

It wasn't long before most of the older boys were coming to me for blow jobs and the guys in my tier were coming to me to learn how I did things. It got to be kinda funny because the older kids would come to me asking for a 'Rufus' and the guys in my tier started asking me to teach them how to 'Rufusize' a guy's cock.

As time went by, we all got better and I learned new things or thought of new things every time one of the guys was blowing me and I couldn't wait to try it as soon as I thought about it.

Proctor Ian told me to keep it up and told the other guys that we should keep on teaching each other and he even said that, thanks to my leadership, our tier was getting up to nest standards quicker than usual.

I was real proud and I wished I could tell Tadpole but, of course, I couldn't. What happened in training was kept secret from the little kids until they turned thirteen.

Things kind of just went on like that with all of us giving and getting blow jobs and sometimes jerking and getting jerked off just to keep in practice. And then one day we came into our room and Proctor Ian had us all sit down on the carpet… after we'd gotten naked of course… and he told us that we were going to learn a new thing to do with our mouths called rimming'.

Now, I gotta tell you the truth, I hadn't ever heard of rimming and when he told us what is was all of us were kind of grossed out. I mean there was nothing about liking and sucking on another guy's butt hole that sounded fun or interesting. Actually, it kinda sounded disgusting. In fact, it was the first disgusting thing we'd talked about so far in all of our training.

I guess he knew what our reactions were gonna be because he smiled a little and then he looked at us really serious.

"First off guys," he said "you all pretty much know that next year you're going to be learning about fucking and though you haven't officially been told much about that, I think you all pretty much know what it is and what happens."

"It involves your assholes and though you don't know it yet, a guy's asshole is a very sensitive thing. In a lot of ways it's just as sensitive as your cock. The rim of your asshole is tender and tough at the same time and if it's treated right it can make a guy feel really wonderful."

"On top of that, inside each of your asses is a little thing called the prostate but pretty soon after you've learned more about it, you'll be calling it the 'magic button' I promise. The more you learn about your ass and the more you practice what we're going to teach you, the easier and more fun fucking is going to be when the time comes for you next year."

"The first thing to learn, boys, is that you don't mess around with that part of the body unless its clean so, before we begin today, everybody hit the showers and get those butts clean."

Well, we were all a kind of combination of nervous and curious and I just kept reminding myself that Proctor Ian hadn't told us anything that wasn't true yet. I noticed all of the guys under the shower head were really working on getting soap and water up between their cracks.

At the nest, we learned since we were in the Mouse Tier to wash well and keep ourselves very clean but from this point on, I noticed every time we would shower, every kid in the tier would take extra time on his butt… I guess 'cause, from that day on, you never knew when it was going to be involved in some sex stuff.

Well, that day, just by luck of the draw, I was one of the kids that got rimmed instead of doing the rimming. I felt a little funny kneeling on the mat with my ass up in the air but, I have to tell you, when Rooster… the kid that was my partner that day… put his lips to my hole, I saw fireworks!

A whole new world opened up that day and we all learned there was nothing disgusting about messing with another guy's ass. It was pretty neat and. when another guy was messing with your ass, it was wonderful.

That's the way the rest of the year went by. We all did our regular 'Gathering of Knowledge'… what they call school work at the Norman Schools, and we played our sports and our musical instruments but a lot of our spare time was spent practicing on each other and any of the older kids that wanted to… and that was most of them, I can tell you.

My soccer team did really well; we only lost two games all season and my swim team was doing pretty well too. Tadpole's soccer team didn't lose a single game and then, my little Follow Boy was tearing up the swimming pool. He wasn't just better than everybody else, there was no one else that was even close.

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I was made first violin in the orchestra. I was so proud when I walked in and took my chair the first concert we played.

Life was wonderful and sexy and fun and then I turned fourteen.

The day after my birthday, Proctor Ian took me aside and told me that I would be spending the next two weeks in a private part of the training building because I was now old enough that I was going to learn about fucking.

"Just relax and take it easy today, Jack," he told me. "Tonight, tell your Follow Boy that you will be gone for a while so that he doesn't worry. Tomorrow, a new Proctor will meet you in the main lobby and take you upstairs and help you to get ready for your initial act of compliance. Don't be afraid of it Jack. You know no one here would ever harm you. You've been a wonderful student so far. You'll make a really excellent Contract Boy. You will make the nest very proud of you."

In spite of what he said, I couldn't help but be nervous. Tadpole seemed nervous too when I told him so I tried real hard to cheer him up and you know what? That helped me even though I didn't sleep all that good that night.

The next morning, as I'd been told, I entered the training building through the main door and a strange man was waiting for me. "Good morning Jack. I'm Proctor Nick and I'm going to help you get ready for your big day, OK?"

I just nodded my head and he kind of pointed to the elevators and I just followed him. We got off on the fourth floor and we walked down the hall to a door marked 'B' and walked in.

The room was beautiful. It was all done in a light color of rosy red the carpet was deep and soft and in the center was a large bed.

On one wall was a fireplace with a fire going already. As I looked around Proctor Nick said, "This is your compliance suite Jack. You'll pretty much be in here for an entire week. You'll take your meals here… everything… while you learn to give yourself entirely for the first time. Now get undressed and I help you to get ready."

My head was spinning I was so nervous. After all these years of hearing about it, I had reached the time and place where I was going to fuck… or, as I suddenly realized… was going to be fucked.

Once I was naked, he led me into the large bathroom and, from next to the sink, he opened a box and removed a pink rubber bag with a long tube attached to it.

"It's very important that you are as clean on the inside as you are on the outside, Jack. This is called an enema and I'll show you how to use it."

Well, I won't go into much about that because I'm sure you know what an enema is and how it works. This was my first one and boy was that an experience. Proctor Nick helped me with the first bag full and then he made me do the second bag all by myself.

When that was finished, he had me shower and clean myself good.

After I dried off, he handed me a nice soft robe to put on and we went back into the bedroom. He told me to sit down on one of the comfortable looking chairs by the fireplace and he walked over to a table and poured something out of a tall green bottle and handed me the glass.

"Take a sip, Jack. It's wine. In fact, it's a very good wine and it will help you to relax. Help yourself to more when you're ready. I'm going to leave you now and I'll see you again in a week. Do your best to enjoy this experience and learn as much as you can, Jack. This is really the beginning of everything. Your guide… your 'first time'… will be here in a few minutes. Listen to him and give yourself to him willingly. Good luck."

Before I could say anything or ask him any questions, he was gone. I sipped the wine. It was a little sweet and a little fruity but I like it a lot. It made me feel warm inside.

I wonder who this person was that would soon be here with me… to lay me down and put his dick inside me. Would he be kind? Would he be gentle? Would he know that I was afraid? And if he did, would that matter to him?

Suddenly there was a soft tapping on the door and it slowly opened. The hallway was dark and the tall figure in the doorway was pretty much a silhouette but I recognized him even though I hadn't seen him in a long time.

"Hello Rufus," he said softly as he entered the room and walked towards me.

"Tip!" I was almost crying I think.

"Who else silly?" He was running his fingers through my hair gently. "I've been with you since you were eight years old. Did you think I'd let you have to go through this with a stranger?"

Then I did cry but just a little because I was happy and I knew it was going to be alright.

I laid the manuscript down on the desk and stared at it.

"How very remarkable," was all I could think to myself. I realized that my glass was empty and so I moved to the credenza and refilled it.

Leaning back into my soft leather chair I sipped the peaty golden liquid in quiet respite before I would once again open the brown binder and read further.

Chapter 12

We'll hear about Jack's initiation into fucking and about his first contracts

There are times in all of our lives when we are faced with obligations and responsibilities that we would rather not have to undertake.It is always easier and more often than not far more pleasant to defer such actions or avoid them completely.

To do so however, is to fly in the face of that very nature that makes us human. Doing something that we don't want to do but know that we should is the very definition of character.

I closed the brown cover on the manuscript and placed it upon the ancient wooden surface of my desk.

Tapping my index finger in an irregular rhythm against the heavy crystal tumbler I held in my other hand, I reflected upon the diabolical genius that was the nest's methodology for preparing a boy physically and mentally to give himself willingly into prostitution.

The concept of 'Lead-Senior' and 'Follow-Boy' was so cruelly brilliant that it was almost stunning. First, introduce a very young boy and a pre-adolescent to each other and create between them a relationship of trust, pride and affection.

In deference to this strong relationship, the older boy would gamely enter into the mysterious period of sexual training if, for no other reason, than to make his younger acolyte proud. Then, of course, when it became the younger boy's turn to sacrifice his young body, he would be introduced to the ultimate act of submission by his older mentor… the person he trusted and respected most in all of his small carefully controlled world.

It was an unbroken six year turning of the wheel… the carefully crafted cycle from child to catamite. It was perfect, smooth and sublimely evil.

I refilled my glass without bothering to freshen the ice, opened the brown covered document, and began reading where I'd left off.

Man! I hadn't seen Tip in almost a year because he was now one of the very old ones and was busy going out on long contracts and of course, getting ready to graduate from the nest and go out into the normal world.

He'd gotten bigger. Not just taller but… I don't know… BIGGER… like he had more muscles and stuff. He was eighteen years old now and he looked more like a man than anything else.

I mean, he was still Tip, of course, but he didn't look much like a kid anymore.

I was sure glad to see him and so glad that my first time was going to be him.

He was smiling like Tip always smiled and he took the wine glass from my hand and walked over to the little table. He poured more wine in it and he also poured a glass for himself. He came back over and handed me my glass and took a drink from his before he said, "Stand up Rufus and take off your robe. I haven't had a good look at you in a long time."

I did what he told me to do. I got up and sort of fumbled with the robe I had on because it was big and floppy on me. I kind of shrugged it off and it dropped to the floor. Tip smiled at that and said, "I'll teach you how to do that better… sexier… later."

He kind of made a little motion with his hand and I figured out that he wanted me to turn around so I did. It was kind of funny doing that because… well, sure I'd been naked in front of him before, lots of times… but, this felt different to me. I did it though and he smiled again.

"My little Follow-Boy is growing up to be a beautiful young man, Rufus," he said. "You were always gorgeous but as you're getting bigger, you're getting better looking than ever."

He put an arm around me and pulled me close to him. "You know ,Rufus, we've never really kissed each other have we?"

I started to say that I didn't think we had but before I could speak, he bent his head down and pressed his lips against mine and slowly his tongue was inside my mouth. Of course they'd taught us about kissing and how to do it and stuff but… kissing Tip was different. It was wonderful. I didn't want it to stop.

Finally though, Tip brought me over to the bed and told me to lie down. While I did that, he got undressed. I'd seen him get undressed a million times before but this time he did it different… like slowly and taking time almost like his clothes didn't want to come off or something. I couldn't take my eyes off him and my cock got harder than it was from all the kissing we'd done.

Tip lay down next to me and pretty soon we were kissing again and we were running our hands all over each other very sexy like. He and me hadn't ever done that with each other before but I was liking it so much now, that I was wishing we'd done it a long time ago.

After a while, Tip reached over to the side table and took a tube that I recognized as lube. "Ok, now my little Jack… my lovely Rufus… let's get ready. Pull your knees up."

I was lying on my back and I did like he told me. I pulled my knees up towards my chest and I held them there. Tip covered his fingers with a big blob of the lube and I felt him move against my asshole. He said something to me but he spoke so softly I didn't understand what he was saying.

At first the lube felt really cold but his fingers were kind of warm and soon he was rubbing against my hole softly. I realized that he was pushing against me with one of his fingers and my asshole closed tight kind of automatically.

"Relax Jack," he kind of whispered to me. "I'm just trying to get you good and lubed up. Relax that little asshole muscle."

I tried to do what he told me to but it was funny. This sure wasn't the first time I'd had something pressing against my asshole and this sure wouldn't be the first time a finger or anything had been up inside me but I guess that knowing that I was soon going to be fucking made me nervous or tense or something and I just couldn't loosen up.

Finally, between all the lube and his hard pushing, his finger got through and into me. I was surprised because it hurt a little bit and it had been a long time before anything had hurt going in there.

Tip was saying quiet things into my ear as he worked more lube all around my asshole and inside me and soon he got two fingers up inside me and was moving them around.

"You've got to relax now, Rufus. I don't want this to hurt you. Can you try to relax for me?"

I think I just nodded my head. I don't think I said anything. I remember I was swallowing hard as he knelt between my legs.

I know I didn't want to look for some reason so I closed my eyes and spread my arms out over the bed sheet. I was thinking to myself that his cock was much bigger than I remembered it ever being and it sure looked a lot bigger than anything I'd ever had up inside me.

I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my hole and he was pushing it hard against me. He kept telling me to relax and the more he said that, it seems like the tighter my asshole tried to close up.

Finally though, I felt a sharp almost ripping pain and a fullness as I realized he'd passed my muscle and was at least partly inside me.

It really hurt a lot and if it had been anybody but Tip doing it to me, I think I would have yelled and screamed but I didn't want to upset Tip or make him think I was some kind of baby that couldn't take it.

So when he whispered, "OK Rufus?" I just nodded my head yes… though really it wasn't OK and I wanted to cry.

I could feel him slowly slide all the way into me. His cock was hot… almost hot enough to burn me. That was a surprise because nothing I'd ever had up inside me before felt hot like that.

I felt full and stretched and that part actually didn't feel so bad. It was my asshole muscle that hurt and it hurt really bad.

Pretty soon, I realized that his cock was slowly sliding in and out as he moved his hips. "I'm fucking you Rufus," he sort of gasped and I kind of gulped and said, "Uh Huh."

He began to move in me with long slow strokes and as his cock rubbed against my asshole muscle, the pain tore through me like fire.

It was a fierce burning and I felt like I was tearing and stretching. Tip began moving in and out faster and his breathing got fast and heavy. I didn't know what was happening then, but of course now I know that he was past the point where he could control himself and all he was thinking about was cuming.

Suddenly he pushed hard into me and kinda froze. He was making noises… not words, just noises… as he pressed into me making little spasm motions.

I didn't feel anything come out but I know he was shooting his load into me. After a few seconds he kind of collapsed on top of me and lay there kissing my cheeks and saying all sorts of stupid things I couldn't understand because I was underneath him crying like a baby.

Tip stayed with me for a whole week. He never got dressed the whole time but he had me put my clothes on a lot of times so he could teach me how to take them off sexy style… what he called a 'fancy strip'. After about the fifth time, he was on the bed laughing and clapping and told me I'd got better at it than he was.

They delivered all of our meals to us in that room… and they were really great. Every single one was special and delicious. Tip said that a boy going out on contract had to get used to eating fancy food because some of the clients liked having special dinners with their nest boys.

We fucked four to five times a day and Tip was always smearing a special medicine cream on my asshole to make it feel better. By Wednesday, I guess I'd gotten used to it because Tip could do me without my wanting to cry but it never got so that it felt good like it did being rimmed or having your magic button massaged by some other guy's finger. Tip told me it was because I just wasn't relaxing enough and he guessed I'd learn to do that in time.

I remember that on Thursday, he got the idea that I should drink a lot of wine to help me really relax but I only wound up getting really woozy. I guess I got drunk because I threw up and I felt really crappy the next morning.

All week we fucked and we tried all kinds of different positions. I was really surprised. I'm not sure I would have thought of some of them all on my own. Some positions were funny and some actually felt better than others when I was getting fucked. Tip said it was important to know how to take it in every position because you never knew what the client would want and that we were supposed to ask the client how he wanted us… if the client hadn't said so first.

As we were eating dinner on Sunday, I knew that something was about to happen but I wasn't sure what. Tip looked at me across the table and he had the strangest expression. Finally, he got up from his chair and walked around behind me and kinda wrapped his arms around my neck in a hug.

"This is our last night together, Rufus," he said softly. "In the morning I'll be leaving and you'll continue your training. This has been very special for me. Being your Lead-Senior was the most important thing that's happened to me so far in my life. You're a wonderful person and I'll carry you in my heart forever. Come to bed with me now please."

He led me to the bed and we fucked. It was the longest fuck we'd had and by the end it was almost feeling good for me. Tip held me tight in his arms and I fell asleep that way.

Early the next morning before they even delivered breakfast, we showered and dressed. With his arm around me, we walked to the door. He kissed me on the lips kind of soft and gentle and said, "I love you Jack. You don't really know about that word yet but you will someday and when you do, remember what I just told you."

I wasn't sure what he was telling me but I knew that he hardly ever called me Jack so something was going on. I was feeling like I should say something to him but he turned and walked out the door.

I've never seen him since then. If I'd known I wouldn't ever see him again… boy… I sure would have told him how important he was to me and other stuff like that. Every time I think about him, I realize how much he meant to me and how much I miss him.

Proctor Nick himself brought me breakfast a little later. We ate together and talked about everything that had happened the past week. When we'd finished, he told me he was going to take me upstairs so that the doctors could check me out and then I was to go back to the dorms and take a couple of days off from training.

I asked him why I needed to see the doctors and he told me that anytime a boy had been fucked over any period of time they wanted the doctors to see us and make sure no damage was done. Also, he told me that I would see the doctor every time I returned from a contract to make sure I was OK and hadn't been hurt and that I hadn't caught anything. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I guess they were afraid we might catch a cold or something from the Clients when we were out.

He also told me that after every real contract, I'd also be talking to a couple of special Proctors that would be asking me stuff about how thing went and things like that.

Anyhow, two Doctors kinda looked me over and paid special attention to my ass for about a half an hour before they told Proctor Nick I was OK to go.

He walked me to the main door of the building and reminded me I was supposed to take a couple of days off.

"I'm sure your Follow-Boy would like to see you and we'd like you to rest yourself… especially your butt for a couple of days. I'll meet you back in this room on Wednesday." He smiled and kind of patted me on the shoulder and then we both walked out.

He was right. Tadpole… err, Sean… was really glad to see me and even though he knew I couldn't answer most of his questions, he asked them anyhow. Seemed to me I remembered doing the same thing to Tip what seemed like a long time ago.

My two days off were fun. Sean and I horsed around all over the quad and in the pool. One afternoon he asked me to show him how to do some soccer stuff out on the pitch but I knew he was just using that as an excuse for us to be together because he sure didn't need me to teach him anything about soccer or swimming.

Wednesday morning I returned to the room in the training building expecting that I was going to be fucked by somebody but instead, there was no one there but Proctor Nick and he told me we would be spending the rest of the week learning about behavior with Clients.

It was a pretty intense few days I'll tell you. I learned how to react to clients questions and unspoken requests, how to answer questions in the proper manner and anticipate the client.

Proctor Vic was like an actor or something because he could like pretend to be completely different guys and he did it so good that it was almost confusing. By the weekend though, I realized that I had learned a lot about how to act around different kinds of clients and how to keep what Proctor Vic called 'professional' at all times.

Proctor Nick told me to take the weekend off and that starting Monday I would be practicing being with clients; different ones every time.

On Saturday, Tadpole had a swimming meet at one of the Norman schools. I got to go watch and man!… did that kid tear up the pool! I think he won every race he swam in that day. He's like some kind of monster in the water that little guy is I'll tell ya.

Monday morning, I met Proctor Nick in the lobby of the training building and as we walked to the elevator he explained, "From now on Jack, you will be spending time with one of the eighteen year old boys but they will be playing the part of a Client. They've all had plenty of experience going out on contracts for the past three years and they will treat you just as actual Clients have treated them in the past. I realize that you probably know some of these older boys but from now on, you are to act and react exactly as if they were clients. We'll be watching you and evaluating you and you won't be allowed out on real contracts until we decide you're ready. Do you understand?"

I told him that I did and he smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

"Good Jack. From this point on then we'll be acting as if you were going out on a real contract. Your Client today is 'Mr. Purple' and he has contracted for your services for two days which includes one overnight. Got it?"

I answered that I got it just as we stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to a door. When it opened up a tall black haired boy that I recognized as Tiger, a tier-mate of Tip's asked us in.

"Mr. Purple, this is Jack whose services as a companion will be at your disposal as requested." The Proctor was talking to Tiger as if he were a total stranger and it all sounded very formal to me.

"Hello Jack." Tiger spoke to me.

"Uhm, Hello err… Mr. Purple it's nice to meet you." I stuck out my hand as I had been trained to do and he took it and we shook hands.

After Proctor Nick left, Tiger… that is, Mr. Purple… led me into the lounge or sitting room. "Well Jack, why don't we break the ice. Get down on your knees and suck me off like a good boy."

I knew this was a test and I quickly responded as Proctor Nick had taught me, "Shall I prepare myself for you first Sir?"

Tiger flashed a quick smile and I knew I'd done the right thing. "Yes Jack, go ahead and do that."

I quickly asked, "Shall I just undress or would you like a fancy strip Mr. Purple?"

I noticed that he raised an eyebrow at that. See, he wasn't expecting that from me because it wasn't anything Proctor Nick had trained me to do but I'd picked that up from Tip during our week together. He was obviously surprised and interested because he answered, "Oh let's see a fancy strip Jack." And he sat down on the couch watching me.

Just like Tip had taught me, I removed my clothes one slow piece at a time. Tip had shown me how to make something last and almost be a tease before the client could actually really see any of me that he wouldn't have seen if I was wearing my swim suit.

I could tell from Tiger's expression I was doing a good job and I was pretty sure that when the Proctors looked at the video from the cameras hidden around the room, they would like what I was doing as well.

When I was finally naked, Tiger just nodded his head and finally, he said with a big smile, "That was a great show Jack! I really enjoyed it. Now, come over here and take my cock out of my pants and suck me off… and listen; I don't want you spilling a drop on my pants, mind you."

I nodded and dropped to my knees. If I knew how to do anything in this world, I sure knew how to give a blow job and that's just exactly what I did.

The rest of the day, Tiger was either fucking me or having me suck him back hard. He tried to keep my ass well lubed but it still hurt every time he stuck it in me but I was learning to not only hide that but to actually act like I was enjoying it.

I was beginning to wonder though if I would ever enjoy it for real.

When my two days with Tiger… or should I say Mr. Purple… was over, I was looked over by the doctors and then got two days off.

Next, I visited another 'client', Mr. Blue, who turned out to be another guy I recognized as a tier-mate of Tip's but I didn't really know him at all.

That was really different because it was the first time I did any kind of sex with a person I didn't know at least a little.

I stayed with 'Mr. Blue' for three days and let me tell you, all he wanted to do was fuck and it seemed like he could get it hard at the drop of a hat. I think we did it in every position Tip had taught me and maybe even a couple of new ones. They gave me a week off after that.

From then on it was just a bunch of pretend contracts… Mr. Red, Mr. Green… you know; we went through the whole rainbow and then they made up new names.

Some of those were more interesting than other and I liked the ones that were more blow jobs than fucking but there weren't many of those.

Some were also tests to try and trip me up like when one of the guys wanted to piss in my mouth and another one wanted to shit on me… stuff like that was completely forbidden by the nest and we were required to say no to the client even if they offered to pay us extra money or give us stuff.

After one of these, I asked Proctor Vic what would happen if the Client insisted or made me do it… I mean I was just a little kid and they were bigger and stronger.

Proctor Nick smiled and said, "Most clients would not dare force a boy to do anything against his will or against the rules simply because if he did Jack, he would be forever black-balled and could never again avail himself of the services of our boys. If, however, a client did something crazy like that and forced a boy… well, let's just say that we have a small group of very special Proctors who would ensure that particular client never did anything like that again… let's just leave it at that."

Another kind of tricky test came up when one of my 'clients' asked to tie me up and spank me. This was a harder choice to make because the nest rules about that were not so clear. They called being tied up 'bondage'… I guess that's the same thing other people call it too. A nest boy could allow himself to be tied up or handcuffed and stuff like that by a client if he was willing to let it happen. If the nester didn't want to be part of bondage he could say 'no' and the client would have to respect that or else he'd be black-balled.

Same way with spanking but this was even more confusing. A boy could allow himself to be spanked or beaten but the client could not really hurt the boy or make any permanent mark or scar.

Proctor Nick had told me that, from his point of view, it was always smarter for a boy to say 'no' to that stuff and I took his advice.

These pretend contracts kept on until I'd pretty much gone through the whole 18 year tier and was starting around a second time except, I never had Tip again. I guess they decided that 'Lead-Seniors' and 'Follow-Boys' only got to be together for fucking for that first time and after that, the boy couldn't learn about Clients from his 'Lead-Senior' or something like that.

No matter how many times I was fucked or who was fucking me though, it never stopped hurting.

The trouble for me was that no matter how lubed up I was, I just couldn't learn to relax my asshole muscle. It kept trying to clamp closed even when somebody's cock was inside me. It turned out though, that everybody who wound up fucking me thought I was doing it on purpose and that it was wonderful because the only thing tighter than an asshole is an asshole trying to clamp down on the cock that's in it.

So, I got the reputation of not only giving the best blow jobs in my tier, all the 18's were saying I was the best fuck too.

I didn't know it but training me was getting to be a very popular assignment for those guys.

One of the fun things though was when a bunch of us got called in one morning and we were told it was our turn to be the first cock in some 13 year old's mouth cause those younger kids were learning how to give blow jobs.

I got matched up with a kid I knew a little bit named Scooter. He wasn't very good because he was nervous that first time but he sure tried hard and the surprised look on his face when I cummed in his mouth was funny.

About a week later when we both had some free time, I took him up to one of the rooms and showed him how to do some stuff better. He was happy about that.

Don't get me wrong, life wasn't all fucking and sex stuff that year though. The learning… what you call the education or school work… was getting harder but also much more interesting and I was really getting into math and biology. Mostly things living in the ocean… the proper term is Marine Biology I guess.

It was also the last year I would be qualified to sit as first violin in the orchestra because next year I'd be going out on contracts so I really worked hard and looked forward to every concert and even got good enough to perform the Sibelius Violin Concerto as a solo piece which always got me great response from the audience.

Except for fucking still being a real pain in the ass… sorry, I just HAD to say that… it was a fun busy year and then I turned 15.

I marked my place and leaned back into my chair. My whisky glass was long empty and so I plopped in two ice cubes and covered them with single malt.

I had to admit that I was a bit surprised at what I had read thus far. I suppose that I had just assumed that the training of these boys would have been a task happily undertaken by pederast adult staff but it seemed that this was not the case at all. Aside from verbal coaching and explanation, it seemed that the staff took no part in the sexual tutelage at the nest.

The actual sexual activity apparently took place between the students themselves on a more or less peer to peer basis. This was not what I would have expected.

I took a thoughtful sip from my tumbler, opened the manuscript and resumed reading.

I was out on the soccer pitch with a few of the guys practicing corner kicks from both sides of the goal when I saw Proctor Nick walking towards me. I knew what he was coming for but, to tell you the truth, I was kinda hoping I was wrong.

From the day of my birthday, all of the older guys were saying that it wouldn't be very long before I got called out on my first contract. They told me that with my good looks and unusual red hair, clients were going to want to try me out right away.

Turns out they were right because I'd only been fifteen for three days… which means there was hardly just enough time to post my picture up on the web. See, they have this secret web page just for clients and they post pictures and information and stuff about boys who are available for contract that week. My picture must have just barely been posted that day.

"Well Jack," Proctor Nick said to me. "Go get showered and changed and head over to Director Coleman's office. It seems you have a contract already.

I don't know why it bothered me but it did. I kinda just nodded my head and took off for the locker room. I got undressed and into the shower and all of a sudden I just started crying. I don't know why but suddenly I was so sad and kinda feeling so sorry for myself. I was sure glad there was nobody else in the locker room at the time. I was able to kind of cry it off and by the time I got out of the shower I was alright so I got dressed and pretty soon I was knocking on the director's door.

Director Coleman is the head guy of the whole nest and I'd seen him a lot but never actually spoken to him personally. He kind of looked me over when I came into his office and he says, "Congratulations Jack. You've been requested for your first contract. You'll be leaving in two hours which will give you enough time to administer an enema to yourself and then Proctor Nick will take you over to wardrobe."

I must have looked at him funny or something because he said right away, Well Jack, you don't think we can let you go out on contract wearing your school uniform do you? No my boy, we've got to have you dressed properly for your client. Oh, by the way, your client; Mr. Chang has requested that you bring your violin with you."

"You'll be with him for two nights and I don't suppose I have to tell you that we expect that you'll make the Academy proud eh?"

Luckily, I had enough time to find Tadpole and let him know what was happening. He was cute. He gave me a big hug and told me I was gonna do great. I wished I was as sure as he was.

Two hours later, I was dressed in nice black jeans and a dark blue polo shirt, carrying an overnight bag and my violin case and a Proctor I'd never seen before… Proctor Martin… was driving me out to meet my first client.

Mr. Chang was a real experience for me because I'd never met an oriental person before. He wasn't very tall… maybe just a little taller than me… and he was kinda thin… not skinny but thin, you know what I mean?

Anyway when we got to his door he invited us in and Proctor Martin introduces himself as Mr. Martin Longstreet and he introduced me just as Jack. Funny but before that moment, I never thought about Proctors having real names other than 'Proctor such and such'.

So anyway, I shook hands with Mr. Chang and Proctor Martin had him sign some papers and then he left.

Right away, Mr. Chang was looking me up and down and I knew that there wasn't going to be any beating around the bush.

"Shall I prepare myself for you sir?" I asked because I figured the sooner we got started the better.

Mr. Chang's eyes kind of twinkled and he was nodding his head fast and saying 'yes, yes'. So then I slipped in my little trick that I'd picked up from Tip, "Would you like a fancy strip or shall I just get undressed Sir?"

Well, that sure got him going I'll tell you and you can bet he chose the strip show. By the time I got through I could see that his cock was trying to poke a hole right through his pants. He didn't waste any time… his hands were all over me feeling me and rubbing me and he wasn't very gentle.

"Now Jack boy…" he said right away "bend all the way over here."

He was pointing to the arm of the couch and he had me bend over it. I heard his zipper and the soft sound of his pants dropping and suddenly I felt something cold push up against my asshole. It was lube but there wasn't very much of it.

In another second I felt his cock pressing into me. I realized there wasn't going to be anymore lube, there wasn't going to be any fingers to loosen me up… nothing. He was just going to fuck me just like that.

I didn't know what else to do so I just grabbed onto the cushion of the couch and bit down on my lower lip to keep from screaming as his cock forced its way into me. I'd never felt such pain in my life… ever… and I couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes as he pumped away at my burning ass.

It felt like his cock was three feet long and he just worked in and out of me, in and out of me. I was moaning from the pain but I guess he thought that I was moaning because I was enjoying myself. I couldn't stop my ass muscle from trying to close up around his cock and he seemed to love it because he kept saying, "Good boy Jackie! Good ass work Jackie!" stuff like that.

Finally he must have come because he stopped pushing and sort of just leaned over resting on top of me with his cock still inside my ass and he was breathing very heavily.

Eventually he pulled out of me and stood up. He pulled me up too and I could see that his cock actually was pretty long, but thin, too. Despite everything going on, I found that interesting.

I didn't have too much time to think about how much my ass hurt because he soon had me on my knees sucking him hard. Like I said he was long but I'm good and I managed to get him all the way down pretty quick and very soon he was running his fingers through may hair moaning, "Ooooh Jackie, Jackie."

I was figuring that if I could get him to cum in my mouth that would be at least one time I wouldn't have to take him in my ass but he was too smart for me. As soon as he was good and hard, he had me stop and get down on my hands and knees.

Without using one drop more of lube, he was pushing into me again and I was afraid I was going to faint it hurt so bad.

He took a long time to cum this time but fortunately after that he needed to rest for a while so he brought me into his bedroom and he got naked and had me eat out his ass for about an hour. He kept telling me that I was a very good boy.

Finally, he made me crawl up and snuggle with him. He kept moving his hands all over my body but we never kissed. The whole time I was with him he never tried to kiss me.

While he was rubbing and feeling all over me he was talking, "You know Jackie; I always try to be the first one who gets a new boy. I like being the first one. I've got some friends inside the Academy and they tell me about the boys coming up."

"I've known about you for a couple of months now. They told me you were supposed to be very good and they were right Jackie. They were right."

"When they told me about you I wanted to get a look at you so I was at that last concert your orchestra gave at the Community Center last month. You play the violin very well Jackie. I really enjoyed your solo, what was it? The Sibelius in D minor right?"

I nodded my head yes. I was surprised he knew that much about me.

"Now Jackie," he said suddenly. "Go and get your violin. I want you to give me a special concert."

I got off the bed and walked out into the living room to fetch my instrument and I was thinking to myself that this wasn't going to be so bad after all. Maybe he just wanted to hear me play the rest of the time I was with him.

Boy, was I wrong!

When I got back in the room, he was stretched out in the middle of his big bed and he was smiling and stretching out his hands.

"Give those to me Jackie," he said indicating my violin and bow. I handed them to him and he put them over to his side.

"Now Jackie, just like you have to rosin up your violin bow, you'd better rosin up my instrument eh?" he was indicating a tube of lube on the bedside table and I knew at once that he wanted me to grease up his long erect cock. I took the tube and began squeezing out the clear jelly but he quickly stopped me.

"Now, now Jackie. Not too much boy… just enough to help make the music sweet eh?"

I nodded and took the small amount that he'd allowed me and began to lube up his dick which made him smile even wider.

"Good, good boy, Jackie, now climb up here and let me slide up inside of you… we'll play a sweet duet you and me yes?"

I swallowed hard because I knew he'd be able to see the pain on my face as soon as I straddled him and let him ram his dick up inside me but even though I winced in pain as I lowered myself down onto his long stiff dick, he either didn't notice or he didn't care.

Either way, when I'd bottomed out and he was fully inside me, he sort of grunted and then reached over and handed my violin and bow up to me.

"Now Jackie, the Sibelius but let's just do the 'allegro moderato' I think. You play the violin and I'll play your sweet little ass. It will beautiful yes?"

I couldn't believe it at first but I finally realized that he wanted me to play while he fucked me at the same time.

The 'allegro moderato' is the second movement in the Violin Concerto in D Minor. It is slow and undulating. Proctor Maestro at the nest used to say it was like a vine slowly growing up a wall or even like a snake wrapping itself around a branch. In a strange way it's kind of perfect music to slowly fuck by.

I took a deep breath and tucked my violin under my chin and began to play.

It's funny how you think of things at strange times. I remember thinking to myself; Man! This is the first time I've ever played my violin naked and then just ask quickly I thought, It's sure the first time I've ever played my violin with a dick up my ass!"

I tried to concentrate on my playing to try and make the pain go away but just like always, my ass kept clamping down on his dick and while I played, he used his hands on my hips to control me as he moved me up and down his long dick in almost perfect time to the music I was playing.

My legs and stomach muscles got into the rhythm pretty quickly and even though it was hurting me like crazy, I was driving Mr. Chang nuts.

He came before I finished the Allegro but he made me finish it while he kept his dick up in me and I could feel his cum dripping out of my hole.

The contract with Mr. Chang continued to be two days and nights of pretty much constant fucking. I don't know how such a little guy could keep it up like he did. I had to play three more 'solos' while I sat on his dick and he fucked me in time to the music.

Both nights, when he was through fucking me, I'd have to get down between his legs and lick his ass until he fell asleep. Then I could crawl up and put my head on the pillow.

Just before Proctor Martin came to get me, Mr. Chang did the strangest thing. Out on his patio was a large wooden tub which he'd somehow had filled with warm water and he made me stand up in it while he slowly washed every inch of my body and then he dried me carefully using a small soft blue towel.

On the ride back to the nest Proctor Martin told me, "Well Jack, for your first contract, you must have done very well because Mr. Chang has given you a pretty nice bonus to be deposited in your account. Good going."

Back at the nest I was looked over by the Doctors for about an hour and then I spent another hour or so telling another team of Proctors about the whole contract and answering their questions and stuff.

Finally Proctor Nick showed up and led me upstairs to one of the private rooms like the one Tip had rested up in after his first contract.

Proctor Nick told me to just rest and tomorrow we'd have a long talk and then I could see Tadpole.

I put the document back down and stood up rather abruptly. I had to stop for a while and get some fresh air. I freshened my drink and strode out of the den, down the hall and out a door leading to the patio by the wildflower garden.

If I could have had anything in the world right then, it would have been to have my Sean there so that I could just hug him tightly and probably cry my eyes out.

Sadly for me, he was happily engaged in lessons with his friend and with his tutor.

"My God!" I thought. "There but for fortune in just a few short years, this could have been Sean's story I'm reading."

I knew I had to return to the study and finish the document. I shook my head and shoulders briskly to clear my thinking and walked back into the house.

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