One month later, our facility had settled into a routine, set by the first few days as a model. Our boys had changed greatly. First off, the local tonsorial artist had arrived with his two assistants and created new hairdos for the boys. Their hair provided a bale of hair by the time the operation was complete. The result was sixteen young gentlemen with fashionable locks of various shades from blond to black. Mr. Pierre, the artistic barber was cooing with ecstasy as he handled the boy's heads and patted their backs as he and his other girlish assistants proceeded. The lads were not put off by the forward nature of the unmanly hair cutters. Toby remarked to me, in a whisper, "I think I have seen Mr. Pierre, in the park, procuring boys with a one pound offer, several times. He is surely a poofer."
Toby's remark was further amplified by Constable Francis Dickman. That esteemed officer of the law came to visit us this very day. I greeted him in my office. Of course I had seen him several times previously, as he was present in my church. I found myself distracted during my sermon by his face and body in the pews. He was a prepossessing chap, well over six feet tall, strong of chest and when he sat in my office; his trousers were pulled tight over his fine muscular thighs. His face was handsome in an outdoorsman rugged way. His unruly, heavy beard was tamed with careful morning shaving, but the wild thing tried to assert itself during the day, producing a dark shadow that accentuated the fine planes of his chiseled features. His eyes were very dark brown. They swam in a pool of white. Once his eyes fashioned on one, no one might be able to fashion a lie that would not be detected.
Well this paragon of maleness sat a few feet away from me. Francis, unlike most of my countrymen was warm and given to touching the other person to underline his spoken words. So I was becoming dizzy with attention has his large hand would clash my arm, or shoulder, or knee to emphasize his words. "Dexter, you have done a fine job with these devils. You would think, with their fine haircuts and clean bodies, that they were angels, but I warm you, the rotten inside remains."
"I fear you are too harsh. I see great improvements in their speech and manners."
"That may be, but do you see any improvement in their animalistic sexuality?"
"I must say that it remains. Sometimes it seems charming, part of their innocence."
He laughed. "Dear fellow (clutch of thigh, close to my privates) you, yourself are the innocent. I cannot tell you how many times I have routed out these boys, caught in an illegal and immoral position with a townsperson. They willingly earn their bread by offering sexual favors for a pound. In fact, they offer a menu of sexual choices at varying prices."
I became quite agitated at hearing this as it played into my own fantasies that invaded my sleeping hours. Vivid dreams of sexuality.
I returned my attention to handsome Dickman, noted how elegant his lips were, pink and full, exposing perfect white teeth and clean red tongue. I was a bit dizzy. He was saying, "As the song goes 'A policeman's lot is not a happy one.' And often a sexually deprived one. I must admit, only to you, I have availed myself of the soft, practiced mouths of a few of your charges." His eyes became distant, and I could swear his trousers puffed up in the region of his genitals. "They are so good at their craft. I am usually slow to...shall I say boil over, but they bring me to that boil in an in creditably short time. Oh my, look at me; I am quite rigid with excitement. I am almost pressed to ask for one of your lads to relieve my condition. Well, my, you yourself are visibly affected by my words. You are a very comely fellow, I would not refuse attentions from you."
Nothing more needed to be said. He rose to his full height and unbuckled his belt. His trousers, weighed down by the club, handcuffs and other paraphernalia slid quickly in a pool around his ankles. I caught my breath as I saw his hairy, muscular legs and his white drawers pushed out with the force of his manly erection. He smiled at me and nodded his head in encouragement, and then he put a hand on each of my shoulders and pressed to a seated position. Next he spoke in a hoarse voice. "Dexter, do not deny your desire. Pull my drawers down, expose your prize. It's yours to please."
With a choking gasp all my damned up desires exploded and I grasped the edges of his drawers and pulled them down. At once his rampant organ flipped into view, his wild back hair covering his belly and testicles, but not so much as to obscure his large phallus that shook and twitched before me. I was assailed with the spicy odor of his parts and my mouth watered at the sight of his pink cockhead with dewy drops of his essence there. I have a long tongue and I allowed it to extend and licked that dew. The taste was both sweet and narcotic. My mind slipped down into the part of my animalistic brain and I leaned forward and began spirited licking of this head, finally saliva was forming in my mouth and the shaft slipped into my heated mouth. I could hear Francis speaking of approval of my efforts. He was quite transfixed as he murmured words of encouragement and affection. "Oh Dexter, you are a master at this. My mind is whirling. I don't think I can hold off much longer, but do take it deeper into your steaming mouth. I allowed it to enter my mouth until my nose was against his fragrant pubic hair. I sniffed deeply to impress the glorious smell into my memory forever. He was moaning quite loudly now and he pushed the few inches left and his penis head entered my throat. I swallowed several times to accommodate it and that swallowing motions became to trigger for his ejaculation. I felt hot lava sliding down my throat as he heavy his body back and forth and cried out as if in pain as his orgasm overcame him.
In a moment, both reassembled ourselves, realizing that our behavior was not correct for our positions. Yet we both knew that this vivid experience would never be forgotten and the hope lay somewhere deep in our consciousness that it might be repeated should the opportunity present itself.
We shook hands, quite formally considering our previous actions. He left and immediately George knocked and entered at my bidding. His face was red and he was breathing audibly. "Dear Dexter. I didn't know that you engage in homosexual pursuits. Did you have a satisfactory release from your activity with the bold and dashing man of the law?"
"Well actually, I did not. I applied myself to his pleasure and foreswore my own for the time."
"This you are stiff and wanting sir?"
"Yes, that is true, but I am sure it will pass....in time."
"No need to wait. I am your assistant in all things." He fell to his knees and expertly and quickly opened the buttons on my flies and extracted my hot prong."
"Yes it is very hard and very wanting. I see the bubbles of manly wine on the end tip. I shall sample it."
I cried out at the wonderful sensation of his hot tongue licking the tip of my cock. He then demonstrated his lingual agility by wrapping his tongue around the shaft and corkscrewing it rapidly, finally taking the whole organ into his scalding mouth. I was overcome with tenderness for my little George and I rubbed his blond head and pulled his ears tenderly and squeezed his cheeks. "Oh dear George, I fear I will shortly deliver my essence to you. Are you ready?" He shook his head yes and the action precipitated my explosion. I cried out loudly, my hips began a rapid fucking motion and my prick began spewing my sperm in spurts, perhaps ten in decreasing intensity. When I finished, I fell momentarily into a sort of faint and revived as George patted my face gently. "I know you have waiting a long time for this and it quite overcame you. I consider that a great compliment. I am ready whenever you feel that stiffness to be incommoding and you may call upon me at a moment's notice."
I leaned down and kissed my companion. He returned it spiritedly. Finally we both realized that we had a facility to run and must return to our duties.
This day's class was in mathematics. I used this opportunity to regain my strength that had been a bit sapped from my spectacular orgasm. Next to me sat faithful, little, pretty George, regarding me with loving eyes, apparently happy that he could have brought such a powerful experience to me. Whilst I was in no mood or could bring that about today, I vowed that I would, somehow repay him. I did not worry that George was in an arid desert of no sex. I suspected that he had enjoyed liaisons with one or two of the boys as I noticed that when we marched from one place to another that one or two of the boys put there arm around George's waist.
No sexual occurrences presented themselves for months after the exciting events with both the Constable and George that day, but shortly there would be a sexual event that would dwarf anything I had known previously (which is no surprise) but also anything I might have in the future.
I reread the above paragraph and wonder if I promised too much. Well, it will be for you to decide.
The boys, George and I had finished the evening meal. It was a particularly wonderful repast as some of the town hunters presented three braces of quail. The boys were humming their way through the meal with delight. Now we were all relaxing in the parlor room, just off the dinning area, staring at the comforting flames of the fireplace. I noted that the boys were whispering among themselves and they included George in some of the conversations. It seemed to me that they were making plans for something. They smiled in my direction several times and were so full of merriment that they could hardly contain themselves.
Finally they pushed Harry forward. Harry had gradually become their leader by virtue of his manly development, hairy chest and deep voice. Harry cleared his throat and began, "Dear Dexter. You have been the instrument of our salvation. (he crossed himself.) We might have died this winter if you hadn't intervened. We love you and want to do something in thanks, especially since this is the Christmas season. Now we have no money and no possessions to enable us to have a present for you. The only present we have is our sexual skills and we wish to make them a gift. We excuse ourselves, now, to get ready. Please come up to the dormitory with George in about fifteen minutes."
George spoke after the last boy left. "I won't tell you what they planned, but remember the story of the little Drummer Boy."
The time had arrived. George and I made our way to the dormitory room. There we found the boys, all naked, all sitting on the end of the bed, smiling. They pushed Harry forward again to be master of the evening. "Dexter, do not be offended, but I have appointed four boys to prepare you for your gift." At that, four of the older boys detached themselves from the rest and seemed to attach me, except they were very gentle. Eight young hands tugged at my clothes, opened buttons, slide trousers down and did the same with my underpants. One boy took liberty to caress my chest, with special attention to my nipples, soon I was breathing deeply from the thrill of his ministrations. Another boy began a gentle stroking of my ball sac, and another reached under him and stroked my arse hole. This was bringing me to a high pitch of excitement. Soon another boy took my prong in his mouth, he in turn was engulfed by another naked boy and so on along the chain of boys, until the finish child had George's (probably familiar) organ in his mouth. The feeling on my prick was heavenly but this was increased the sight of my boys, their cheeks pulled out with sucking, and mostly because of the sounds of mouths on pricks and boyish sighs and gradually moans. Since these were youngsters, their ability to withstand the delicious assault of smooth, hot mouths and busy tongues were not as strong as adults and before long some of the young one's cried out that they were coming, or that they were here, or it's happening. Lovely statements and cries that belonged to each of them. The older boys held out longer but they succumbed shortly to the inevitable as did dear Harry who was my partner. His body stiffed and he left off his duties for just a moment to let out a howl of orgasmic joy, then his lean hips began to fuck the mouth that had his generous cock as he delivered his offering. The sight of that reduced me to weakness and I could not delay my own orgasm. With a long croon and short hiccups and gave in to it. Harry slurped with all his ability and managed to hold my offering, swallowing with a smile on his face and licking his lips in pleasure. "Good stuff Dexter."
I fell into the long bed and was immediately hugged by Harry and Harry in turn by the fellow next to him. Soon we were all snuggled together and George pulled the warm blanket over us. Just as I was slipping into a lovely nap, I heard one of the boys saying, "This Boy's Home is the most wonderful place and we have some exciting times ahead, but there is one thing that hangs over us."
"What's that? Asked a chorus of boys."
Harry's deep voice replied, "We'll have to leave when we are eighteen."
End