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 Billy's New Life

   Little Billy Brown had been a cheerful and carefree nine-year-old before
he went to live with Uncle Arthur.  A sweet and compliant boy by nature he
had been happy to agree to the new arrangement when his kindly grandmother
fell ill and could no longer care for him.  Billy had not known his uncle
well and was determined to win his affection.  During the long car trip to
Uncle Arthur's home in another state he said little and tried to be on his
best behavior even though Uncle Arthur seemed a little odd.  He was a
taciturn man who fixed Billy with a silent stare that made him fidgit
nervously and wonder what he should say -- or if he should say anything at
all.  And then there was the touching.  Uncle Arthur insisted that Billy
sit close to him on the front seat.  Whenever Billy began to squirm away
and put some space between them Uncle Arthur would encircle his shoulders
with a hairy arm and pull him back with a gruff remark: "What's the matter?
Doesn't my little nephew want to get to know his uncle better?"

   Billy wished his uncle would stop referring to him as "little." It made
him feel foolish.  After all, he was nine years old.  At first Uncle Arthur
was content to run his fingers through Billy's curly blond locks or tickle
the back of his neck but with increasing frequency his hand wandered to
Billy's bare thighs below the hem of the very short pants his uncle had
made him put on and he would feel goose bumps rising along with a strange
sensation in a certain part of his body.  Billy was confused about this
feeling.  He had touched himself there once and thought it felt awfully
nice but his grandmother had scolded him and told him it was something only
naughty boys do.  So, as Uncle Arthur's bony fingers touched and tickled
him Billy wondered what "getting to know his uncle better" would involve.

   Finally, they arrived.  Uncle Arthur's great barn of a house was a
wonder to little Billy.  Filled with high-ceilinged rooms and dark
corridors, it seemed never to end.  Once it had been the home of a rich
country squire and was situated on several hundred acres of prime
agricultural land long since lain fallow.  The nearest neighbor was miles
away and Billy wondered if there would be anyone to play with.  He needn't
have worried.  He could not have imagined how many "playmates" he would
have or what sort of games they would be playing.

   At first, Billy was delighted when Uncle Arthur told him that they would
be having a party.  But he was puzzled when his uncle said it would be a
very special kind of party.  He called it a pedophile party.  That was a
big word that Billy had never heard before and he asked his uncle what it
meant.  Uncle Arthur said that a pedophile was a person who liked to have
sex with little children and that the pedophiles who would be at their
party were all older men who liked to have sex with little boys who had not
yet gone into puberty.  Well, that was another word that Billy didn't know
the meaning of.  Uncle Arthur said that puberty was when boys got older and
their penises got bigger and they got hair on their bodies and their voices
changed.  Billy knew that the word "penis" meant his weener because his
grandmother had used it when she scolded him for rubbing himself.  Uncle
Arthur said that some boy pedophiles liked pre-pubescent boys best because
of their soft, smooth skin and their pretty baby faces and their childish
little-boy voices.  And best of all, they liked their tiny, pencil-thin
peepees and tight little scrotums and they liked to rub and tickle their
baby boy parts until their little weenies got stiff with sexual excitement
and stood up stiffly against their smooth tummies.

   Billy was embarrassed to hear his uncle talking about those kind of
things and he could only blush hotly and stare at the floor.  But Uncle
Arthur put his fingers under Billy's chin and lifted his head up so he was
looking straight into his eyes.  Billy had seen that look before.  He had
seen it when Uncle Arthurs fingers stroked his bare thighs in the car and
Billy guessed that Uncle Arthur was a boy pedophile himself.

   Uncle Arthur said that there would be other little boys at the party as
well as older men and that all the little boys would get to play with each
other while the men watched.  Uncle Arthur asked Billy if he had ever seen
another little boy's peepee and Billy said that he hadn't.  Uncle Arthur
said that Billy would have the chance to see lots of peepees at the party,
smooth little boy peepees and big, fat, hairy pedophile penises and all the
other party guests would get to see his peepee too.  Billy didn't know what
to think about that.  It scared him a little and all of a sudden he felt
like crying.  Uncle Arthur pulled Billy up on his lap and cuddled him and
stroked his hair.

   Shortly after dark the guests began to arrive.  Each pedophile was
accompanied by a boy and Billy watched anxiously as they entered.  The boys
all seemed nervous and apprehensive.  None of them spoke a word.  As Billy
later learned they had been trained not to speak without permission.  Uncle
Arthur directed them all into the enormous parlour and the men took seats
but the boys were left standing in a disorganized gaggle in the middle of
the room.  Uncle Arthur had told Billy that the men would be giving
instructions to the boys during the party and that he should always obey
their commands immediately.  So Billy found a place among the boys and
stood silently.  He tried to make eye contact with a couple of the boys who
were near him but the boys all directed their gaze at the floor and none
would acknowledge his attempts to communicate.  For nearly a half hour the
boys were left waiting while the men spoke among themselves.  The boys
shifted their weight anxiously from foot to foot and stared at their feet.
Some of them looked terrified and seemed to be on the verge of tears but
others seemed to be experiencing a kind of pent up excitement.

   Suddenly, one of the pedophiles stood up and barked, "shoes and socks."
All the boy immediately began removing their shoes and socks and Billy
followed suit.  Another man stood up and another command was issued: "line
up." Like a military platoon, the boys formed a line that stretched across
the room.  Billy found his place in it.  Then another of the pedophiles
stood up and shouted, "pants down." All the boys unfastened their belts and
opened their flies and lowered their trousers and underpants to their
ankles.  "Shirt tails up," was the next command and all the boys grasped
their shirtails and lifted them to just under their chins.

   The spectacle was a boy-lover's wildest dream.  A veritable chorus line
of comely boys, their charms exposed and on display from their chins to
their ankles, their crinkly brown boy nipples their smooth bellies, their
pretty legs and, most of all, their trembling, puerile penises, some of
which were beginning to stiffen with forbidden excitement.  The boys were
left standing in this manner for the longest time while the men ogled them
with lascivious delight.  Several of the pedophiles had opened their
trousers and were fondling themselves.  More commands were issued and soon
the boys had doffed the remainder of their clothing and were now completely
naked.  They were instructed to stand on tiptoe with legs spread widely
apart, hands clasped behind their heads.  Their turgid peepees bobbed
lewdly between their thighs, many of them now sticking straight out or
stiffly up against their bare bellies.

   "Find a daddy," one of the pedophiles shouted out and each of the boys
went to one of the seated men and was pulled onto his lap.  A prolonged
period of cuddling and fondling ensued with the boys putting their arms
around their "daddy's" neck and engaging in long, hot tongue kisses while
their livid peepees were stroked and tickled, their firm young buttocks
were groped and bony fingers were inserted into childish rosebud anuses. 
The little boys squirmed and grunted with both pain and pleasure as their
sexual excitement mounted.  Many of the boys were ordered onto their knees
between their pedophiles thighs and tender pre-teen lips and tongues were
forced to pleasure huge, hairy, blue-veined pedophile penises.  With their
mouths filled and jaws stretched open to the limits of physical endurance,
many of the boys began to gag and wretch.  But no mercy was shown and one
by one the pedophiles ejaculated violently into the mouths and throats of
their victims.  Now, with their masters for the moment sated, the naked
boys were released and allowed to regain their composure as best they
could.

   To Be Continued ...

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