Tijuana Orphanage

   Chapter Four

   Smuggling Damian!

   Damian reached under water for Mike's genitals, the man had not planned
on using the boy...  yes he did...  who was he trying to fool?  His cock
was hard at Damian's touch., he snuggled the boy all the tighter in his
arms.

   Mike had no problem using the willing boy for sex that night.  He never
had a more enjoyable time in his life.  They sucked and fucked each other,
cuddled and lightly kissed.  Mike had never orgasmed three times in one
night, Damian finished off by fucking Mike, his four-inch fairly thick cock
pounding Mike's ass while he kept his legs high and wide enjoying every
second of it.  Damian admitted that not one of the many men he had been
with wanted to be fucked, however, he had fucked many younger boys during
his six-months of sexual slavery.  Mike felt he'd developed some kind of
rapport with the kid as being equals; both of them having enjoyed the
giving and taking.

   Mike awoke early the next morning to a blowjob.  His usual pee-hard
being taken advantage of in the most erotic of ways.  If Damian learned
anything being with men, it was the art of fellatio.  Returning the favor
and given the sweet/bitter skim-milk offering of the almost hairless twelve
year old once again, Mike loved watching the boy shudder and shake in
orgasm as if he were in a momentary epileptic seizure.

   Cuddling, Mike asked unsure if he should, "Why did ya run away from
home, Damian?"

   He was quiet for a long time, then replied, "My step-dad hates me... 
caught me and his daughter, Angie, naked,...  we were just kinda fooling
around, ya know, same age and all.  I mean I was going to fuck her...  she
wanted it...  we both did."

   "Holy shit!" Mike said dumbfounded, then laughed and high-fived the boy.
"Good for you studly...  getting laid at twelve years-old...  hell I was
fifteen and it was my best friend's mom!" he exclaimed, leaving the story
for another time.

   Damian continued, noticeably proud of himself, "We'd been fooling around
for a few weeks before, ya know, just oral sex after school when the rents'
were at work ...  and, sometimes sneaking into each other's room at
night... well.  most nights, actually." he confided.

   "So!  How did you get careless and get caught?" Mike asked, becoming
aroused.

   "We didn't know he was home sick in bed....  he walked in on us in my
room.  He beat the fuck out of me accusing me of raping his daughter." he
paused collecting his courage, and said, "We were actually going to fuck
right then...  I even stole a box of condoms from the drugstore."

   "Then what happened?" Mike asked of the sleepy boy.

   "He told me I was going to jail as he beat me up good...  So, when he
was asleep, I stole a few bucks from his wallet and ran away.  After a few
days I met Elphie in a park...  he offered to take me to his place.  Guess
I didn't know why he was being nice but, really, I was cold and hungry by
then." he paused to collect his thoughts and continued his story.

   "There were other boys at his house...  most were my age or a little
older, but one was about eight...  Enzo...  Elphie took us both to his bed
that night."

   Mike didn't want to know the rest, he told Damian to sleep a little
longer and went to Jerry's room.  All the boys and girls they had rented
were curled up sleeping across Jerry's bed.  Must have been a hell of an
orgy, Mike thought.

   Nowhere to sit on the bed without some kid under him, he shook Jerry
awake.  "Hey, buddy, we have to act quick...  before Philippe wakes up."

   Jerry rubbing his swollen hung over eyes, recognized his friend, and
asked, "The hell you talking about, pal?"

   "We're leaving...  with Damian...  remember?"

   Jerry rolled his eyes, "Mike, Mike, Mike...  the boy belongs to the
cartel...  I thought I explained that to you."

   "He belongs to nobody!" Mike said short tempered.  "Didn't I tell you I
was taking him out of here and back to the states where he belongs?" he
said furious and loud waking the startled children.

   Jerry sat up.  his big cock head pulled from the lips of a sleeping boy
whose mouth area looked like a glazed donut in dried cum.  "Mike...  you
can't be serious!" Jerry plead, "You are playing with fire, Mikey...  I
can't..."

   Mike cut him off, "Please help me, Jerry?"

   "Fuck-sake!" he relented, "Okay, I tell Philippe that you're sick and
we're leaving early.  I'll also tell him that you're not paying for the kid
because he was gone after you dozed off for a while.  It might buy us some
time until they put two and two together...  and trust me Mike, they will!"

   It wouldn'd be easy absconding with Damian before he would be missed. 
Philippe was perched on a stool at his front desk that overlooked the
parking lot.  Jerry went in to settle the bill as Mike ushered the boy to
the SUV, his telling red hair covered with a towel and the other kids
surrounding him.

   They dropped the kids off at the orphanage a day earlier than Senora
Cortez expected.  She looked concerned, "Was there a problem with the
children?" She asked.

   "Nope." Jerry replied, "But, Senora...  next time I say virgin girls, I
don't mean hardly used!" he laughed.  "Save that scam for naive men.  Next
time I come shopping here I want an eight or 9 year old so virgin that I
can barely get my finger inside her twat before she bleeds!"

   "I have new children delivered yesterday.  The girl is eight.  You want
to open her now?  --Fifty dolla?" she said, then turned to Mike and said,
"Her brother is nine, Senor.  You may take him too, thirty dolla." Senora
Cortez wasn't taking no for an answer and summoned the two kids to the
foyer.

   Both men felt their cocks stir, they were absolutely adorable children,
blond, blue eyed and mulatto skinned.  Senora Cortez upped the ante, "I
give you room for only twenty.  I make up for your disappointment, --yes?"

   Jerry's wallet was out before Mike could even toss the idea around in
his head.  They were led to the guest house and shown into a room worse
than the motel they had just vacated.  No sheets or blankets on the
shit/piss stained queen-size mattress, the stifling hot room reeked.  The
men sat on the bed and stripped the frightened kids naked and pawed their
soft bodies.

   Jerry stood, sat the girl down and pulled his khaki shorts down to his
knees.  Mike did the same.  Both kids eyes were wide as saucers.  Jerry
said something in Spanish holding his wet cock to her lips.  She opened her
mouth and took him.  Mike's boy was reluctant, Jerry cuffed the back of the
boy's head who soon complied.  Brother and sister whimpered as they sucked
man-cock for the first time with not an ounce of know-how.  Formal
education could be taught by other, more patient men...  Jerry and Mike
only wanted a quicky.

   Laying their sex-toys flat, the men went down on their genitals. 
Spreading the pink vagina, Jerry had his tongue deep inside the virgin,
Mike sucked the tiny genitals, taking the balls into his mouth and tongue
basting the stiffening cocklette.  He was pleased when the boy began to
firm up.  Mike knew better than to think it was the result of sexual
excitement.  He knew from experience that it was purely sensitive
stimulation that caused the three-inch erection to expand to the size as
thick as his thumb

   Jerry wasted no time.  Taking the convenient pump bottle of lubricant
from the night table that he smeared some over his manhood then passed the
bottle to Mike.  He threw the girls legs up and found the bullseye.  Mike
watched from the corner of his eye as Jerry's cock spread the pink folds of
the screaming girl as he plunged deeper and deeper into her small body. 
Jerry looked over at Mike, smiled, and said, "Now this one IS a virgin!"

   Mike lubed his cock, flipped the boy onto his stomach, and merciless
gained entry.  By then, brother and sister were screaming in stereo.  It
was like sticking his cock into a coke bottle, Mike felt the sphincter
sudden give and forced deeper into his victim.  Sweat was dripping off his
forehead onto the kid's back.  Despite the resistance he finally bottomed
out, his pubes mashed against the small cheeks.

   Together, the men had the bed springs squeaking, headboard pounding the
wall as they hard fucked their youngsters.  They came almost
simultaneously, the squeaking and wall knocking slowly quieted to a random
thump as both men were down to the short strokes.

   When he pulled out, Jerry proudly pointed out the blood on his cock to
Mike and said, "Damn...  I love making a virgin bleed!"

   Just for kicks, Jerry took the kid's boner into his mouth and stimulated
it to another erection.  He then had the boy fuck his little sister They
dressed and left the room high-fiving each other and laughing.  Mike could
not believe how hardened and heartless he had became that weekend.  On
their way out of the orphanage, children of all ages innocently played
together in the halls and yard.

   Jerry must have detected Mike's sudden change in demeanor, and said,
"Buddy, they are all born into this world to become whores sooner or later.
They have food in their bellies and a roof over their heads...  many kids
here don't survive living on the streets.  Their fucking bellies cut wide
open alive and left for dead, their vital organs surgically removed and
sold on the black market.  Do you really think the government subsidises
all these orphanages?" Jerry laughed "Think again, amigo!"

   Damian was playing soccer with several boys out front.  Suddenly it
occurred to Mike that the kid would be missed by then.  The men's early
departure surely summing up Philippe's conclusion that the kid had been
abducted.  No sooner did he see clouds of dust rising in the distance from
the dirt road.  Senora Cortez's sudden absence was also an indication that
trouble was on the horizon.

   "Let's get the fuck out of here, Jerry!" he screamed, grabbing Damian by
the arm and running for the SUV.  Jerry also saw the clouds of dust rising
from what could only be speeding vehicles and quickly understood what was
coming down.  He was behind the wheel of the SUV tearing out of the
driveway sending rocks and dirt at the boys standing around surely
wondering what the erratic behavior was about.

   Jerry found a small clearing of trees just big enough to hide the SUV
just a few short minutes before three black sedans raced past them.  He
looked back at the frightened man in the backseat holding Damian and said,
"I think we've pissed off the local cartel by stealing one of senor
Philippe's assets that he probably paid a fortune for and still owes on!"
then matter-of-fact he added, "Their own kids are a dime a dozen...  but
the likes of Damian and other caucasian kid was a major investment
abducting and smuggling him into the country!"

   Mike wasn't sure if he needed to hear that.  He became paranoid, more
afraid than he'd ever been in his life.  It dawned on him then, men with
guns were looking for them, Jerry was not exaggerating the danger.

   They waited almost a good ten-minutes before starting to move again. 
The high-speed two hour drive to the border felt more like eight hours. 
Mike and Jerry were overly suspicious of any vehicle seen to be following
them and the closer they got to the border crossing, the more traffic they
had to blend into.  Both men knew that the prostitution cartel could
logically be waiting for them just before the international border, safety
a snails pace half-mile ahead and could act at any time if they wanted
their whore-boy back that bad.

   "What the hell did you get me into, Mike?  I invited you for a weekend
of fucking young boys and girls...  not running like fugitives!"

   "A boy's life is at stake.  He was kidnapped and sexually abused... 
what more can I say?" Mike said hot under the collar.

   "Oh...  and the two bambinos we just fucked aren't victims as well?" I
don't know how you talked me into this, dude, --but I regret it now."

   Jerry was right.  Mike had brought him into the mess.  He appealed,
"Dude, we couldn't just leave him there!  Surely, he has a family looking
for him, worried sick...  I would imagine."

   "So do most of the other kids, Mike!  Ya can't save them all."

   "Damian is a US citizen...  he doesn't belong there...  he was seduced
into prostitution!" he said angrily.  .  "So are several thousand other US
citizen boys and girls that are shipped to many countries.  You learn to
have a closed mind to it...  it's not your problem, dude!  You're there to
fuck them...  nothing more...  nothing less." he said with callus intention
to get his point across once again.

   Mike knew Jerry was right again.  He was guilty as sin for his actions
over the weekend taking advantage of boys...  and girl.  He looked over at
Damian who was looking out the window and bobbing his head whatever tune on
the MP3 Mike had bought him from a street huckster.  At that moment he
didn't care for Jerry's opinion.  he instinctively knew he had made the
right decision.

   The border crossing back into the USA was clogged as it had been when
they entered.  Mike considered stowing the kid in the tire-change pit of
the SUV, Jerry decided that hiding him would be foolish.  They stopped and
bought comic books and scattered them in the backseat, Damian was told to
nonchalantly read when they finally pulled up to the inspection booth.  At
Jerry`s insistence, a large ballcap belonging to Jerry covered Damian`s mop
of red hair.

   "Gentlemen." the US officer greeted.  "Anything to declare during your
visit to Mexico?" He peered in the back seat, saw Damian reading his comic
books, head bobbing oblivious to his surroundings.  The boy did well.  As
pre-instructed and rehearsed at least five times, he looked up, smiled and
waved at the man and went back to his comic book.

   "No, Sir, Nothing to declare.  I just took my Canadian friend and nephew
to Las Playas beach for the day." Jerry said, handing over Mike's passport
that the inspector hardly examined, if at all before handing it back to
Jerry.

   "Yes, very nice day for the beach.  Thank you.  Have a safe trip home,
gentlemen."

   Mike was sure he hadn't taken a breath during the entire short scrutiny,
as they drove forward, he gasped for air.  He had second thoughts that they
should have turned the boy over to the nice man and let the authorities
then deal with him, saying so to Jerry.

   Jerry literally turned crimson and said, "The cartel controls many
people...  we can't trust anyone...  even our border inspectors can't be
trusted if the cartel wants the kid back enough!" Mike was glad he had
Jerry to take control.

   They drove to the man's impressive ranch style home in San Diego.  Jerry
cooked them a late brunch of bacon, eggs and toast.  Once they had cleaned
up, they relaxed beside the swimming pool.  Damian needed no encouragement
to strip and enjoy the water.

   Jerry looked over at Mike and asked.  "So what are your plans now,
Mother Teresa?"

   The significance if the slight understood and ignored.  He really hadn't
thought things beyond getting the kid across the border back into the
United states where he belonged.  "I guess I'll drive him the six hours to
Mobile, Alabama, then make my way back to LA for my flight home Sunday
night."

   "I suggest you spend the night.  The kid and you are safe here...  I
doubt they will try and abducted him again...  and, in the meantime, you
can think about a plan Ya can't just deliver the kid home without raising
eyebrows...  if the Mobile police don't nail ya ten-minutes later within
the city limits, the state police will on the interstate.  --Let me call my
lawyer...  don't worry, he's one of us, and we'll see what he suggests."

   That night Mike and Jerry had Damian in tandem.  Jerry's huge cock up
the boy's raised ass, Damian's breathing alone spoke volumes of how much he
loved it, not a complaint as the man impaled him in a rather brutal kind of
way.  Mike said nothing, squatting at the head of the bed and stuffing his
own cock into the boy's mouth for a hard face-fuck.  He clasped the kids
red-hair in his fist for no reason other than to advertise some kind of
supremacy of the two men over the vulnerable boy.  However, Damian wasn't
complaining, he sucked Mike's cock with enthusiasm while Jerry pounded him.



   Mike wasn't sure if the boy wanted to go back home or if he would even
be able to settle back into his life as he knew it before the abduction. 
Maybe his step dad and mom didn't really want him back after him perving on
his sister.  Mike asked himself why boys always got blamed when the girl
was a willing participant.  However, he couldn't dwell on that, it wasn't
his problem.  Besides, he was flying home to Toronto the next day and had
to dispose of the kid one way or another.

   Jerry's lawyer friend didn't call back, instead he stopped by the next
morning.  Charles Butler was a distinguished looking man, handsome, much
younger than Mike expected, late twenties, dressed in a $500 suit.  His
tailor careful dressing the man to the right.  Mike had never heard that
expression before until one day he splurged and bought an expensive suit.
The 20ish taylor on his knees taking measurements asked Mike what side he
dressed on.  When the man saw Mike's confusion, he qualified the question,
"Which side do you hang from?"

   Mike never knew he hung one way or another.  He innocently said, "I
don't know...  you tell me?"

   The clerk looked excited and began groping Mike.  Next thing he knew,
his soon to be new trousers were at his knees and his cock was being
sucked. It was one of his most erotic encounters.  It had not been planned
and took place right in the middle of the empty store.  He got a 20%
discount for his troubles.

   Charles shook Mike's hand, he seemed a friendly sort.  Looking around,
he asked, "So where is the little nipper?"

   Jerry said with a laugh, "He's part fish...  can't keep him out of the
water, a regular merboy, I think!"

   Damian had indeed jumped in the swimming pool the moment he finished
having breakfast.  Charles peered out the window just as naked Damian was
jumping on the diving board, his genitals flopping up and down, side to
side.

   "And a mighty fine specimen of fish he is, I'd say.  --He's absolutely
fucking gorgeous!"

   Jerry said, "If ya can help us out on how to get him back home; you can
have him for a while."

   At first, Mike was perplexed at Jerry's lurid offer.  He soon came to
his senses and ( admitted to himself that the boy was a whore, used to
being passed around.  Charles' tailored trousers then spoke volumes on
which side he hung as he leaned over the table looking out the window for a
better view.

   "How's the wife and kids?" Jerry asked.

   Charles never took his eyes away from the window and replied, "Wife's
still a bitch; the twin boys are eight now and a handful." Finally he
looked over at Jerry and said, "Don't worry Jer, I haven't forgotten you
are their godfather.  When they are ten we'll be here for a weekend." The
man's gaze returned to the boy on the diving board.

   Had Mike heard Charles correctly or was Mike's mind in the gutter where
it had been all weekend.  Jerry was obviously close to the family with
Charles appointing him godfather, after all.  He chuckled to himself for
having thought such deviousness until that is, Charles continued.  "Already
have them looking at kiddie porn on the internet.  I showed them once and
often check the history on their computer.  If they aren't fooling around
with each other already, I'd be very surprised." he said casually, "Maybe
even bring them over before then...  sooner the better, right?  I can't
wait much longer." That time Charles grabbed his manhood hidden in his thin
trousers leaving nothing to Mike's imagination that the man was indeed
exceptionally hung.

   Mike's jaw dropped.  He looked over at Jerry who nonchalantly shrugged
his shoulders, smiled and said, "Unfortunately, Charles wasn't able to get
away this weekend, otherwise he would have joined us."

   "Oookay, how do his sons fit into the equation?" Mike dared ask.

   Jerry snickered and said, "Charles and I go back a long ways.  He was a
teen when I was a widower with a young son and daughter.  He used to mow my
lawn and do chores around here.  I was having regular sex with both my kids
back then.  Being the young stallion he was, one Saturday afternoon I
seduced him and one thing led to another!"

   Mike was appalled.  He didn't even know Jerry had kids, let alone that
he'd (had) been fucking his own offspring.

   Turning away from his view of Damian, Charles laughed, and said, "I was
thirteen when the old bastard raped me."

   "You can't rape the willing, Charlie!" Jerry laughed pouring more
coffee.

   Charles countered, "You held a carrot over my head, remember?"

   Jerry then roared in laughter, "You wanted to fuck my twelve year-old
daughter.  If I remember rightly, the boner in your Speedo's while cutting
my grass was obvious." He turned to Mike and said, "I bought her the
skimpiest bikini.  She had tits even then, small but revealing under the
tiny bikini bra.  Charlie couldn't keep his eyes off her...  the smitten
little bugger almost lost his foot under the lawnmower once."

   "You were bloody well teasing me, you old bastard!" Charles laughed.

   "And it paid off for me, now didn't it?"

   "Yes, remember, I was the only kid in school getting sex on a regular
basis...  even though I had to have sex with you and eleven year old Cory
before I finally lost my virginity and got to fuck Catherine!"

   "Good things come to those who wait.  I told you that!"

   Both men had (as) a great belly laugh.  Mike, on the other hand, was
still in shock.

   Charles suddenly became professional.  He hesitated for a moment before
saying, "The kid has a warrant out for his arrest in Mobile.  Sexual
assault, Jerrry"

   Mike saw red and said, "She was every bit a part of that juvenile
exploration!  Damian told me all about what happened already.  --He would
have no reason to lie about it!"

   Charles suddenly took on the lawyer personna.  "He's looking at minimum
of juvenile detention for two years.  If you get him a good lawyer --that I
can recommend-- he may get off with six months, then he'd be placed in
foster care until he is eighteen."

   Mike went ballistic.  "All they did was have oral sex...  this, this
can't be real!" He stood up and would have attacked the lawyer had it not
been for Jerry's quick intervention when he stepped between them to hold
him back.  He screamed, "The kid didn't do anything wrong!"

   According to the father's complaint...  Damian raped his daughter, Mike!
He claims that he caught the boy doing it."

   "Well I believe Damian...  why would he lie?  His step father hated him,
anyway...  and his mother's a fucking weakling, afraid of the man she
married!"

   Jerry consoled his friend with a hug, "Not your problem, Mike. 
Remember?"

   "Yes!  He is my problem...  I got him this far."

   Jerry piped up.  "I told ya to leave well enough alone...  no, you had
to drag little Red-Riding-Hood home to my place!" he was red-faced angry.

   "It was better than leaving him the clutches of the big bad wolf, now
wasn't it?" Mike snapped back.  "It's not as if I will leave him here for
you to worry about and fuck off home!"

   Charles, who came between Mike and Jerry could see the sincerity in
Mikes wanting to help the boy, said, "I know a guy that can produce a
passport for the kid to get him into Canada...  if that's the route you
want to take.  I can also arrange some legal guardianship papers to throw
the Canadian authorities off the scent."

   Mike became scared to death at what the lawyer was suggesting.  He
wasn't prepared to to be a father, uncle, big brother...  or anything else.
He didn't have room for a kid in his life, or a room big enough to house
one, his one bedroom condo was small.  Hell, his job had him out of town
most of the time!

   Jerry read his friends mind, and said, "We can always take him back to
Tijuana...  right now."

   At that exact second, Mike saw Damian repeatedly tossing a baseball onto
the sloped roof and catching it in a mitt.  He saw loneliness and sadness.
He didn't care for the adult conversation any longer and went outside to
play catch with the boy who was all smiles and laughing at Mike's inept
ability catching a ball or tossing one.  As he fumbled the next catch, Mike
made up his mind.  Suddenly, he found himself wondering if Damian was going
to like hockey, Canada's national passionate pastime sport.

   THE END

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