My parents divorced then dumped us when I was five. I became a year round boarding school resident at six. I beat up my first kid at seven and fucked Marcelino Quinteros at eleven. But, there was a lot in between.

As I said, my parents divorced when I was five, dumping my two brothers and me on my Aunt Elizabeth who later dumped the three of us into Our Lady of Sorrows Academy boarding school for the school year and Camp Witchitachee camp for the summer. She didn't even allow us home for Christmas, just sent crummy gifts. When Sean, my eldest brother, three years older than me, became a discipline problem, he was sent to Norris Military Academy which also had its own summer camp meaning he became a full time, year around resident there. Since neither Benny, my other brother, nor I were particularly well behaved, it was decided that we'd follow Sean into Norris at fifth grade, the earliest they accepted new 'cadets'. However, Norris did take seven year olds at its camp so we went there each summer after the last day of school.

Benny was two grades above me so I eventually had to endure two years without his protection. Not being by any measure the nicest kid in class, that meant a number of fights. Though I usually won them, always when it was one on one, even with boys a year older, there were times when I pissed off enough kids or a much older brother. Those were the ones I lost. One older brother broke my nose leaving it forever mildly cockeyed. To make matters worse, the nuns tried to expel me rather than the kid who broke my nose. They couldn't since there was no one who would take me and, I suppose, because my bills were always paid on time.

Without friends, I found one between my legs and spent a lot of my spare time doing things with it which gave temporary relief from the misery of a life filled with hate and nastiness.

Summer camp was less miserable because I was again with my brothers who were both protectors and friends, assets I lacked generally. However, as was the school that operated it, the camp was military meaning marching, kid officers and bugles, all of which I quickly learned to hate almost as much as my missing parents.

Sean had a few hoodlum friends with whom he hung, misbehaved and marched off demerits. Benny and I only had each other. We were slicker in some ways, managing not to get caught as often in our mischief.

We stole camp items like horse bridles, belts made by other campers, a couple of carving knives from the kitchen, and the microphone from the director's cabin. We had no use for them, just enjoyed the thrill of doing the crimes and not getting caught. We also beat off a lot, sometimes with a few of Benny's acquaintances. There was a special spot under one of the large cabins which was invisible from the outside but had enough headroom that we could masturbate on our knees. None of us could do more than throb pleasantly. A couple of times we had contests to see who could get off the most times. One kid did it six times in a row both occasions. For proof, we had to take the word of the other kids who were willing to hold on to the boy's cock. Benny refused to touch anyone else's privates since he was 'no fag'. No one else could get off more than four times. Benny and I could only accomplish three.

Benny liked to harass the weaker and less popular kids, especially those who showed the slightest sign of effeminacy. My second year in camp with him, I was eight. Benny was ten. There was a chubby boy in his group of forty-eight named Willie who Benny told me was a queer. I wasn't sure what that meant. He said he'd show me.

We managed to corner Willie in the shower one Sunday afternoon. Many of the kids had visitors. Willie, like us, was virtually abandoned. He spent a lot of time in the showers and, according to a rumor Benny claimed to have heard, sucked the occasional cock. Benny wanted a go.

When we walked into the shower naked, Benny's stiff cock advertised his intention. Willie tried to leave.

'Where you going, Willie? Gimme a blow like you did the others.'

'You're crazy. I got a visitor.' He tried to push past us.

Benny pushed him back with both hands to his chest. 'You don't have any visitor, Willie. C'mon, just suck us and you can go.'

'I don't do that kind of stuff. Get away from me. I'm gonna tell my counselor.'

'Then I'm gonna beat your ass. C'mon, just suck us and we'll be your friend. Nobody'll bother you.' As he spoke, Benny ratcheted up the anger in his words.

Tears appeared in Willie's eyes. 'I never did anything to you. I…'

Benny jammed him back against the tile wall and punched him in his ample belly. 'Do it, now!'

Benny put his hands on the soft shoulders of the weeping boy and pushed him down. Willie sank to his knees. Benny stepped up, putting his hard on at Willie's lips.

'Suck!'

Willie opened up and sucked. His quickly obvious skill belied any claims that he didn't do 'this kind of stuff'. His head went rapidly back and forth, side to side. Benny leaned into and over him, clearly enjoying Willie's oral skill. My cock came up at the ready.

Benny slowly began pumping back into Willie's mouth, finally wrapping his arms around his head and banging hard into his mouth. The muscles on the back of his legs stiffened. He grunted as he thrust his hips forward and climaxed. Seconds later he relaxed and stepped back. I didn't need any encouragement but I did have to push Willie down a bit more to get my cock into his mouth.

The feeling was far more intense that beating off. I immediately copied Benny's thrusting, holding onto the sides of Willie's big head as I did. I came much too quickly. I clutched Willie's head to me until my orgasm was through and the worst of the sensitivity passed. He tried to pull loose but my arms held him too tightly. I got to fucking his mouth again. He yanked away.

'You said just once,' he cried to Benny.

'Yeah,' retorted Benny, 'but he didn't. Suck him. Isn't gonna hurt any.'

I pulled on his head to get it back to my cock.

'This isn't…'

Benny kicked him in the thigh. 'Shut up and suck!'

It took longer the second time. Willie worked his tongue all over the shaft and head as I banged away. I was delirious with passion. By the time I was close, I was nearly jumping with each thrust. The second orgasm was longer, better than the first. I was too exhausted to go for the third I was sure I had in me.

Benny said, 'See. Now, if anybody tries to do anything with you, just tell us and we'll kick his ass. But you gotta come suck us whenever we say. Got it?'

Willie slid up the tile wall rather than stand, frustration and cautious anger on his fat face. He started out of the shower.

Benny moved in front of him and asked again, 'Got it?'

'Yes,' replied Willie meekly.

Benny moved out of his way and Willie, shoulders drooping, left.

'What if he tells?' I asked becoming concerned we'd gone too far.

'He's a queer. Who's he gonna tell?'

We went under the hot water to enjoy a relaxing shower.

Mark Bradford, another ten year old from Benny's group appeared in the opening to the locker room.

'How come you were picking on Willie?' he demanded angrily.

He was fully dressed so wasn't planning on entering the showers. He was bigger than Benny but probably not as strong. My brothers and I were all well endowed physically but Benny was a bundle of muscle. There is a picture of him at six flexing a bicep that should make most fourteen year olds jealous.

'Fuck you!' retorted Benny.

'Fuck you! You better stay away from Willie or else!'

'No, you better stay away from him. He's ours now.'

Mark disappeared for a moment. The water was turned off. There was a main valve in the corner of the locker room. Mark re-appeared and walked toward us.

When he was close, Benny spat into his face. Mark blinked, wiped his face with an arm and went at Benny. I ran at our attacker but needn't have. Benny hit him in the eye then the mouth and followed it up with a kick to the groin. Mark collapsed to the wet floor. Benny kicked him twice in the side.

Mark took two breaths and cried a long low squealing cry.

'Stay away from Willy. And say anything about this and both a us'll kick your ass all over camp. C'mon, Nevie.' My name is Neville.

It seemed certain Mark's face would blow up, making what happened obvious to cadet officers and staff alike. I was sure he'd tell what happened.

As we dressed, Benny said, 'Don't worry about Mark. He won't say anything. He was getting blowed by Willie. What's he gonna say we were fighting about.'

What he eventually told his counselor was that Benny and I just jumped him for no reason. His mistake was using Willy as a witness. Benny insisted he turned off the showers and came after us for no reason. Willie equivocated enough that we only got five demerits each resulting in two and a half hours of marching the following Saturday.

I tried to convince Benny not to do anything but knew he would.

What he did, however, was pure genius. Benny knew that Mark Bradford and Eugene Masters, a boy from the twelve year old group, had had words a couple of weeks before in the dining hall over some spilled food. Benny went into the forest and scooped up a box full of ants which he had a twelve year old friend of Sean put under Eugene's covers half an hour after taps. Eugene was a dimwit, but a very nasty one. The boy who actually did the act told Eugene moments afterwards that he'd seen Mark Bradford run out of the cabin. Another co-conspirator confirmed it.

Nothing more was required. In the morning, minutes after reveille, Eugene was waiting just inside the door to the latrine. Mark was about the fifth to walk in. The beating was brief but very thorough. Without touching his face, Eugene managed to do enough damage to merit three Saturday's at hard labor, the worse punishment I'd ever heard of short of expulsion.

Mark didn't speak or even come close to us the rest of the summer. Willie became very compliant, sucking us daily for a week and a half then nearly daily for the last month and a half of summer. I got off twice every time, adding a third when I was especially horny. Benny never needed more than once.

The strange side to it all was the fact that we were less abusive of others during that time, more relaxed. We participated in most camp activities and generally stayed out of trouble, except for having to threaten two different kids who walked into the shower room unexpectedly when Willie was at work.

Back at my boarding school in September, I immediately began seeking a replacement for Willie. I found one in my class, a small quiet kid, still eight, who did it the first time for a lark.

'Okay,' he said when I suggested we try something sexy.

We went into a janitor's closet on the third floor. A transom let light in. I expected to have to get a little rough but when I said, 'First, you put mine in your mouth and suck it', he thought for a moment then said, 'okay'.

I pulled down my pants and stood in front of him, already quite hard. He sniffed it then licked the circumcised head. That must have proved acceptable because he gripped my hips with his hands, opened up and took the whole thing in. At first, he just sucked and moved it around with his tongue. I nudged his head back and forth. He caught on quickly.

After a few moments, he stopped and asked, 'How long, uh, is this all we're gonna do?'

'Just keep doing it 'til I say stop.'

He got back to it and did a reasonable job. My first orgasm came in a little over a minute. I gripped his head though continued to pump gently in and out of his mouth. He dropped his hands to his side.

When I prodded his head to start doing me again, he opened up and asked, 'What happened?'

'Nothing. Just keep doing what you were.'

He started in briefly then, 'Why don't you do it to me for a while then I'll do yours some more.'

'Just keep doing it, kid.'

'How long before you do it to mine?'

'I don't do it, just you. So do it some more.'

I tugged his head toward my crotch but he resisted, tried to get up.

'That's not fair. How come just me?'

'So I won't beat you up, and nobody else will either.'

'I wanna go now.' He again tried to rise.

'Look, kid, you suck me first.' I yanked his head down by his hair. 'Then you can go.'

He began to cry. 'I wanna go now. I don't wanna do this any more.'

I was becoming frustrated, angry. I smacked him across the side of the head. 'First, you gotta suck me or I'll beat your ass.'

I yanked his face back to my crotch. Still sobbing, he took me back into his mouth. Realizing he wasn't going to be very cooperative, I began fucking his mouth. He tried to keep it closed but opened it each time he sobbed.

'Shit, kid! Keep your mouth closed. Shit!'

I held him tighter, fucked his mouth harder. It took longer than usual. When climax came, I was starting to sweat. He'd stopped crying but didn't do much to help other than keep him lips tight around my little shaft.

When I pulled out, he asked softly, 'Can I go now?'

'Yeah, but you tell anybody about this an' I'll beat your ass. And you gotta do it whenever I say. But I won't let anybody else hurt you. Somebody does something to you, you tell me and I'll beat his ass. Okay?'

He nodded.

The third time, in the same closet, I showed him how to beat off. He seemed to appreciate that and practiced while I fucked his face. That was about as nice as I'd ever be to him. I was less nice to most others. In short, I was an oppressive, thoughtless bully.

A couple of months short of my eleventh birthday, I entered fifth grade at Norris Academy in Ohio. Due to three years in their camp, I was more or less familiar with the place and its ways, none of which I liked. I did feel better being there with my brothers who both promised a better life with their protection and help.

There was much more marching than we'd done at the camp. The cadet officers were more oppressive, the staff more rigid. The discipline was tighter than at my previous school. There were less opportunities for doing what I wanted, be it sexual or otherwise. Our time was filled with studies, chores and lots of military activities. We formed up and marched before breakfast and after lunch then again after school. I hated marching. It seemed so completely senseless, a total waste of time.

The most free time we had during the week was an hour or so after dinner. Weekends were better. Demerits, which were easy to acquire, were marched or worked off on Saturdays. I always had a few, receiving them for infractions such as an improperly made bunk, clothes not folded or hung correctly, not saluting an officer fast enough and, of course, abusing my fellow cadets. I learned early on that the threat or use of force against another boy wasn't enough to silence most. During my first month, I picked on several trying to assert my political position in the sixty-four bed dormitory, which they called a barracks. In each case, I was never told who had ratted me out, just that I had received five demerits, each worth fifteen minutes of marching or a half an hour of work, for fighting.

My primary goal of finding someone to attend to my sexual needs fell flat. I did get a boy, Arnold Detweiler, to do my English homework and provide the answers to upcoming tests. He was short, squat and had one of those faces the parts of which seemed to be all pressed together around his stubby nose. How he came into possession of exam answers was in doubt. He claimed to know how to break into the teacher's desk with the help of an older boy who refused to allow anyone else to go along on the capers.

I obliquely broached the subject of sex with Arnold one night in the shower.

With my hard on in hand and my back to the rest of the boys, I whispered, 'It's hard to jerk off here.'

'You better watch out. That's ten demerits if they catch you.'

'Where do you do it?'

'I don't.'

Another brief attempt by his bunk had the same sad result.

I complained to Benny and Sean about my lack of a warm orifice. Benny promised repeatedly to provide someone but said it had to be someone from my grade because older boys never did younger.

That went on until Thanksgiving when, down to only the two hundred or so kids out of over a thousand who boarded at Norris, Benny said there'd be more of an opportunity to intimidate one of my classmates into blowing me.

His first suggestion was Arnold but I didn't want to lose him as a source of help with my English class. Next was another fat boy, Milton something or other, who turned out to have an older brother he went straight to when threatened. Sean knew the older boy and calmed the situation without Benny or me eating the threatened knuckle sandwich.

Finally, Benny, through an eleven year old, found a skinny ten year old fifth grader named Steiner who was already blowing a number of older boys.

'Why is he here?' he asked when he saw me along with my brothers.

'For a blow job, stupid', answered Benny with an effective sneer.

It was an incredible relief finally having a warm mouth around my cock after three months of abstinence. I came in seconds. I went back for seconds after Benny then again after Sean filled the boy's mouth with his cum. He objected but mostly, I thought, because I wouldn't let him run his hands all over my body after Benny refused to allow it during his BJ.

Getting to Steiner regularly was far more difficult than it had been with Willie at camp. Weekdays, the shower was impossible due to the constant supervision of the monitors, older student officers, three of which were assigned tours of duty in our barracks. What was available was my fifth grade classroom after dinner. The lock on the door was defective and easy to open. The doors to the school itself were, for some unknown reason, never locked.

Benny and I were enjoying Steiner's ministrations about three times a week, occasionally sharing him with Sean and a horny friend.

Meanwhile, I was hearing stories of boys who were allowing themselves to be 'stuck' as Benny called getting fucked up the ass. Once again, I pressured my older brothers to arrange something.

It was during the Christmas holidays of 1963 when I first screwed a boy. We were both eleven and still very prepubescent. Benny, who was entering puberty but still not very large, set it up. The passive boy was a slight Columbian named Marcelino Quinteros, one of many Latin Americans at Norris Military Academy.

Even though he'd lived with me in the same barracks, I hadn't taken particular notice of him other than a few times when one of my more abusive acquaintances called him a fairy or queer baits. But, since I only heard him speak in class where his struggle with English was more obvious than his effeminacy and he never hung with any of us, I'd ignored his presence. A loner among sixty-four messed up ten and eleven year olds can be nearly invisible.

He had, however, been noticed by a few of the older boys due to his girlish speech and manners and was, according to my brother, well used sexually by him and a few others from his barracks.

It turned out that Benny along with three boys his age and older had been screwing Marcelino since the third week of school. The little Columbian had arrived speaking only a few words of English, and doing so with a lisp. According to Benny, a barracks mate of his had had convinced Marcelino to go with him and another twelve year old to a basement storage room simply by waving him on. For unclear reasons, he had sucked the two of them and, a few days later, allowed himself to be fucked. Benny was brought in on the fun the following week.

Apparently, the little Columbian quickly accepted his status as a receptor of boy cocks. Benny and Sean, then fourteen, figured Marcelino had previous experience. Benny said that the boy had taken Sean's big cock with only a whimper. The voluntary aspect became questionable when Benny admitted a cocked fist was occasionally required to convince Marcelino to go, especially if Sean or another larger boy was with them.

Benny bragged to me about the situation the night before Christmas Eve. I wasn't totally unknowledgeable of this type of sexual activity though I'd never personally participated. In my previous school, there had been a dormitory counselor who had made it with two others and had them try to convince me to join in. I'd refused mostly because I never liked the man much due to his nasty attitude toward some of the other 40 kids in the dormitory, especially my best friend, well, non-enemy. If a kid wasn't blond and had a decent body, both of which I had, he gave them short shrift. My sort-of-friend was chunky and brown haired. There'd also been a time when I watched a couple of twelve year olds fuck a third grader in the forest along side our school. They'd invited me to have a go too but I was worried one of them might want me afterward.

Right then at Norris, I was more than just curious. I was pissed at Benny for not including me.

I asked why he hadn't told me about the Columbian, he said, 'Steiner was taking care of you.'

'You too.'

'Well, you're still too little down there.' He poked my crotch. 'You probably can't even get it in.'

'Yes, I can. You're only a little bigger'n me.'

Benny agreed to let me try out Marcelino's plumbing. However, with the offer on the table, I became a bit concerned.

'An' he never snitches?'

'He's never gonna snitch. Jorge talked to him. He speaks spic 'cause he's from Peru and told him we'd cut his tongue out if he ever said anything.'

That fit into my understanding of how things worked.

I leaned back and asked, 'You think he likes it?'

'Of course. He's queer.'

'But you said he cried some when Sean stuck him.'

'Just for a minute, then he stopped.'

The day of my first anal penetration, Christmas Eve, Marcelino came along with no sign of concern, or interest to be fair, to the well used fifth grade classroom. Without a word or sign from either of us, he dropped his pants and lay over a student desk for me to stick him. I was plenty anxious since I'd missed that opportunity in my previous school.

Fucking Marcelino was to be the next step up in my sexual experience which began at age five.

I was as stiff as a bayonet.

Benny said, 'put some spit on it first.'

I dripped a gob into my hand and lubed myself. Marcelino lay there casually, his hands back pulling his skinny cheeks open. I lined up immediately and jammed full inside him on the first thrust. It was better than I expected and made me gasp.

Benny smiled and exhorted, 'Now, fuck him! Do it!'

And that's what I did, hard and fast. Marcelino had to let go of his buns and grab the sides of the desk. The force of my screwing was bouncing him all over. Benny got in front of the desk to keep if from moving forward. Being a novice, my dick came out a few times. Still, I got off fairly quickly, no more than a couple of minutes, a lot faster than my hand could do the job.

When he saw I was getting off, Benny rushed around the desk and was tight against me, pants to his knees, the moment my orgasm was slowing, ready to take my place. I wanted to enjoy the pulsing in my groin.

'Hurry up, Nevie. My turn.'

He was bigger than me. Then twelve closing in on thirteen, he'd begun to grow between the legs and was perhaps a half inch longer than my three inches and twice as fat. Marcelino's hole was empty for no more than three seconds. The instant I pulled out, Benny pushed me aside and plunged into the slippery orifice, right to his balls.

I watched to see how he did it. He moved slower than me, more carefully, more deliberately. His ass checks squeezed together with every thrust. Each time he reached full penetration, he paused, then relaxed and pulled slowly back. It took him over twice as long as me to climax, meaning, of course, he had twice as much enjoyment.

It resuscitated my horns. 'I wanna do it again when you're done.'

'Jesus, Nevie, just wait.'

I waited. Marcelino didn't move when Benny finally stepped back. I jumped back in, sticking my dick back in Marcelino's tender pucker. I copied my older brother's technique.

'See, it's better when you go slow.'

It took me a lot longer, perhaps three times as long. Toward the end, Benny nudged my ass forward so I pushed in more forcefully. I was breathing hard through my teeth when orgasm hit. It was as good as the first time, maybe better.

'Neat, huh?' he said with his hand on my shoulder. 'Next time, I'll make him blow us first. That's neat, too.

He put his arm over my shoulder and led us toward the door and the empty corridor with me still stuffing my shirt inside. Marcelino was left to clean himself up and get back to the barracks. He hadn't said a word the entire time, nor had we spoken to him.

By bed time, I was feeling horny again. Marcelino was across the aisle from me, a couple of beds down on a top bunk. I could see his feet, shoes still on, toes down indicating he was lying on his stomach, the very position I wanted him in. There were only seven of us in the room. I wondered what would be said if I was seen going to the bunk of this effeminate boy or were to ask him to come to mine. Being one of the tougher and more aggressive boys in the group, it wasn't likely anything would be said to my face. Most wouldn't say anything at all for fear I'd hear about it. However, smartass Buddy Sanford, who was both bigger and stronger than me, was just three bunks away and would enjoy the opportunity to put me down in front of others. Then, I'd probably have to fight him but in the boxing ring, with boxing rules as was the way at Norris, and could well lose, making matters worse. Without official supervision, I felt certain I could kick his ass. At my previous boarding school, things were looser and one could catch his enemies in any number of isolated places. If a kid there wanted to hold on to what he had, becoming a good fighter was essential.

The noise of a fight at Norris always seemed to attract the attention of a staff member or cadet officer. There were just too damn many of them.

Perhaps Marcelino Quinteros would go to the bathroom and I could get to him there, maybe even screw him in a toilet stall after lights out. My dick was stiff as a bedpost. I considered going to the shower and beating off but it was too late, six minutes to taps.

I wished hard that Marcelino would get up to take a pee or brush his teeth. The room monitor, an upper school cadet officer, strutted into the room. He poked Marcelino's feet with his clipboard and said something, probably an order to change into his pajamas. Then he stopped at my bed.

'Chambers, taps in five. Get into your night gear,' he ordered sharply then strutted off. I gave him the finger, after he'd gone by. No sense marching off demerits during the holidays, much as they were. I really hated room monitors. Actually, I hated anyone with power over me, authority in general.

I stripped naked at the end of my bed in hopes it might excite Quinteros but he had his back to me. He put his pajamas over his underwear and climbed back up on his bunk. I went to the bathroom, my hard on leading the way, trying to catch his eye as I passed his rack but he was back on his gut, his rear end visible but inaccessible.

The monitor would be back fifteen to twenty minutes after the lights were turned off. I'd just have to stay awake but fake being asleep, wait for the others to drift off, then awaken Marcelino and take him into the bathroom, or maybe screw him right there on his top bunk. There was no one below to be disturbed by the vibrations.

After brushing my teeth, my erection could wait no longer. I went into a toilet stall and beat off.

The next day was Christmas. We were all taken to the service of the religion our parents had registered as ours. Sean, Benny and I were down as Anglicans so went to the Episcopalian service run by priest who had to be eighty years old. He could hardly walk and had to be helped everywhere he went. The sermon was given by the cadet colonel, also Anglican and proud of it. I was bored stiff, literally so, with Marcelino's hole in my conscious. I played with my hard on the entire service. Next was Christmas breakfast. The dining room Christmas decorations were in as bad shape after being up for three weeks as the breakfast which included the same old crappy scrambled eggs in hot water, over or under done bacon, toast that had been toasted half an hour before, hard sticky buns, and watered down fruit juice. After expressing his sorrow that we couldn't be with our families, a farce since it was unlikely that any of us there at the time had one, the Catholic chaplain gave out the Christmas packages that had been sent by our 'concerned' relatives. Sean got slippers from our mother, a scarf from our father's new woman and a set of books by someone named Mark Twain from my mother's parents. Benny received slippers, handkerchiefs and a set of books about American military heroes from the same three sources. After seeing what my brothers had, I tossed my three unopened packages into the dining room garbage.

Although I'd somewhat accepted that my lousy life wasn't going to get any better until I was eighteen and could go anywhere and do whatever I wanted, Christmas became harder each year. I hated my parents intensely for abandoning us. It is possible I could have murdered them both that morning. Instead, with no coat to ward off the cold, I ran outside into the forest up the hill from the school and cried, threw anything I could get my hands on, sticks, stones then handfuls of leaves.

Benny, who had chased me when I ran outside without a coat, watched for a while, then shouted, 'What the fuck's wrong with you?'

I hadn't realized he was there. His words caught me off guard. I stopped and stared at him for a moment, unsure what he had said.

He repeated more calmly, 'What's wrong?'

'Everything,' I replied, then cried some more.

'Shit, Nevie, don't cry. What if somebody sees you. Shit!'

I felt an urge, a need to hug my brother, but knew he'd push me away. We didn't do that kind of thing, had never received nor given one in my memory. We didn't need anybody. Sean had told us that lots of times. Hugging was for sissies. I fell to a sitting position in the leaves and dirt.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I shouted over and over.

I looked up at Benny. There was a tear in his left eye. He must have realized it was there and quickly brushed it away.

'Fuck 'em!' he shouted back at me. 'Fuck 'em!' He sat in front of me and said it again, but softer. 'Fuck 'em all to hell. Please don't cry, Nevie.'

'Why do we gotta live like this with these fucking, shit kids telling us what to do, stupid marching? Fuck! Why can't we live in a house?'

'Fuck 'em, Nevie. Shit, it's cold! Let's go fuck the spic.'

Even though I was anything but horny and still hadn't felt the near freezing temperature, I followed my brother back to the barracks. Marcelino was nowhere to be found. In fact, none of the Latino boys were around. Henry Warfield, about my size but soft, had a soldier set he was playing with on his bunk. He was a top student in our class. I hated him for his A's. I grabbed his blanket and yanked up bouncing his toys all over the floor.

He stood with his hands on his hips, lips tight together but not saying a word. He was bigger than me. I punched him in the gut then pushed him on the floor between the bunks. We were the only ones in the barracks. Had Benny not grabbed me from behind and dragged me out of the room, I might have really hurt poor Henry.

"You're gonna get a million demerits if you don't take it easy."

"Fuck you, Henry!" I shouted over my shoulder.

"Fuck you! I'm gonna tell the monitor what you did!"

Benny let go of me and ran back to Henry. He kicked him in the chest and stood over him. "You fuckened say a fuckened thing about my brother an' I'll kill your ass!" He kicked him in the ribs and turned back to me.

I couldn't see Henry between the bunks but did hear him moan. Benny pulled me behind him out of the room.

We tried to find Arnold Detweiler, a boy who, to keep me as a protector and 'friend', did my English homework and provided a copy of English tests a couple of days before they were to be given. Benny figured he was like Marcelino and we could fuck him. We finally learned that he'd gone off with the Catholic chaplain and a bunch of others. It appeared that we were two of only twenty or so kids in the entire school. Even Sean was off somewhere.

'Let's go fuck Henry,' I suggested angrily. 'It's only him and that Milton kid and he's too chicken shit to say anything.'

'Naw, shit, Nevie, he'd say something for that. Shit! Christmas Day and there's nothing to do. Wait, that teacher I told you about is here. He'll suck us. You'll like it and we can get him to take us somewhere. I wanna get the fuck outta here.'

'Nah, let's fuck Milton. He's skinny but …'

'Shit, Nevie! All you wanna do is fuck somebody. Getting sucked is as good and we'll make the teach take us to the city and get some decent food. He's got a car. C'mon.'

The teacher was my English teacher, the one whose tests Arnold had always been able to provide. I kicked myself for not figuring out what had been going on. Mr. Atkins didn't appear too happy to see me.

Benny was blunt when he opened the door to his apartment. 'Me and my brother need something bad now and we wanna go eat somewhere after.'

Mr. Atkins blowjob wasn't as good as Steiner's. Worse, his whiskers scratched my groin when he took all of me in. I did get off, though, and, as usual, insisted on a second go after he finished Benny.

The teacher tried unsuccessfully to be friendly on the thirty mile drive to the nearest sizeable town where we ate in an Italian restaurant. The spaghetti I ordered was a hell of a lot better than the shit they fed us at Norris. The milk was cold. The toasted bread was fresh. We had apple pie with ice cream for desert. My miserable mood gradually thawed. Mr. Atkins discussed Rudyard Kipling, the author of a book I was supposed to be reading but was actually having Arnold do for me. I agreed to everything he said in hopes he wouldn't pick up on my ignorance. After all, I was an A student in English, thanks to Arnold's work and crib sheets for tests.

Marcelino came back Christmas night just before taps and went to his bunk where he changed quickly into his pajamas, again keeping his underwear on. After putting his clothes into his dresser drawer, he slammed it shut and got up on and into his bed. I considered hauling him into the bathroom but was afraid Henry Warfield would snitch me out because of what I did to him. I wished there was someone I could hit, hit really hard but fell asleep instead.

The next morning, I ate breakfast with my brothers Benny and Sean, again interested in a liaison with Marcelino.

Sean elbowed Benny hard and growled, 'I told you not to let him have the spic. Now, he's gonna want it all the time.'

'Shit, Nevie, he lives right there in your barracks. Whatta you need me for?'

'Shit, too, Benny. If I talk to him and someone like Sanford or Warfield sees me, there's gonna be trouble.'

'Well, I'm not gonna get him every time you got a hard on. Me and the others set him up, rest is up to you.'

Sean suggested to Benny, 'Why not get Benson to blow him?'

'Benson isn't gonna suck on a fifth grader.'

'Who's Benson?' I asked.

'You know him. That fat blonde kid in seventh sitting over there.'

I looked across the room. Joey Benson was sitting with three older boys laughing about something. I shook my head. He was twice my size. Even I knew big kids didn't do smaller kids. Anyhow, I wanted to fuck and my three inches wouldn't reach his hole with all that blubber back there.

Sean and Benny were whispering between themselves.

'What?' I inquired.

Sean said, 'You gotta keep your trap shut but maybe one of the profs'll blow ya.'

'Blow me? Who? I don't want that. We did it with Atkins an', shit, anybody's better'n that.'

'This guy's better at it than Atkins. He likes cute little kids like you. An' if you take a class with him, you won't have to study.'

'Shit! I wanna fuck the spic. C'mon! You guys gotta help me.'

'Shit, Nevie,' said Benny frustrated, 'where is he?'

Right behind you, shithead,' I said pointing surreptitiously across the top of the table.

My brothers turned in unison to look. Marcelino was sitting alone with his back to us two tables away.

'Okay,' said Sean, 'wait'll he gets up to leave. We'll take him to the basement so I can do him too. You got me all horny, you little brat.'

We took our trays to the trash cans, put the plates on their rack, the utensils in their bin and the trays on the stainless steel table. Sean went to the condiment table and snatched up a bottle of salad oil and a handful of napkins.

Marcelino took his time, not finishing for another ten to fifteen minutes. He saw us waiting and dropped his head, stopped as in thought, then continued on to the trash area beside us.

'I must go to the clinic right now,' he said quietly as he approached us in the hall just outside the dining room doors.

'Shit, too,' growled Benny. 'Get your ass down to the basement.'

'The nurse wait for me in the clinic. I…'

Benny walked beside him and grabbed his arm. 'Get your ass down to the basement or you'll need a fuckin' doctor. I'll tell Jorge to cut you.'

Marcelino yanked his arm loose and changed direction toward the stairs to the basement.

We let him get ahead of us. I asked, 'Did Jorge stick him?' Jorge was fourteen and as big as Sean.

'Shit, yeah. But I don't think he does it any more. Got some kid in your barracks that's just his. Nobody knows who. Sneaky bastard.'

After being sure no one was watching, we followed Marcelino down the wide stairway to the broad basement hallway where the military recruitment offices were located. The U.S. Army, Navy, Air Force and Marine Corps each had small rooms. I'd never heard of anyone using them but supposed, from rumors, that those rooms were merely an attempt by the Academy brass to impress, brown-nose was the term used among other cadets, the U.S. military brass. Next along the corridor was the 'Armory' where, also not for sure, there were real weapons as opposed to the poor wooden facsimiles we carried at drill, including machine guns and bazookas along with plenty of ammunition placed there in case of a Communist attack on America. I felt sure that, were the armament to be handed out, the monitors, cadet officers and many on the Academy staff would be the first casualties. My primary targets were already chosen.

Marcelino waited, his back to us, beside a heavy metal door with a lock and handle but no knob or latch. Sean grabbed the handle, yanked it toward the hinge side and gave the door a sharp hit with his shoulder. It opened wide. I immediately wondered if that would work on the Armory entry but my dick was too excited to entertain other adventures.

Inside were the fabled jail cells where the most recalcitrant were rumored to be incarcerated for various lengths of time. We fifth graders were also told that younger boys were merely whipped. I considered the threat empty as I'd seen some fairly grievous behavior, like when one of my barracks mates smashed the glass out of his classroom windows and tried to cut his teacher with a shard, punished with demerits, lots of them, to be sure, that could be marched and worked off on successive Saturdays.

Marcelino stood beside the lone table fingering his trousers. The three of us stood in front of him, me with an obvious roaring hard on.

He pointed at each of us, saying, 'You two are okay but he is too big. He hurt me.' The last remark was directed at fourteen year old Sean who I assumed to be large between the legs but hadn't seen bare since he was more my size. I knew he'd screwed the Columbian before and, at that point, wasn't concerned about any pain the boy might have to endure. I just wanted to fuck.

Sean countered derisively, 'What, you some kind of sissy can't take a little… Oh, that's right, you are a sissy. Just take your fuckened pants off, kid, and let's get started. Wait, Benny promised Nevie a blow job, didn't you, Benny. Tell you what, sissy, you suck us all off, all the way, and only Nevie'll fuck you. But you gotta take it all. Okay, sissy?'

Marcelino's face fell.

Benny said, 'C'mon, Nevie, what're you waiting for.' He jerked the side of my pants.

A bit disappointed that I wasn't going to be going back up inside Marcelino's wonderful hole right away but, curious about what his blow job would be like, I undid my belt and opened my pants. For a moment, I wondered what was going through the boy's mind. It would certainly make me look better were I to tell you I was concerned about the little Columbian's feelings but my real interest was about the possibility he'd bite instead of suck me.

As my pants were dropping, Benny was nudging me forward. Marcelino dropped too, to his knees, taking my hips in his hands as he did. My dick was in his hot little mouth an instant later. I stiffened. It was almost as good as his butt. Then, I saw a tear drift down his cheek. Before I could react, not that I would have, he began an aggressive fellatio. Looking back, he'd probably just decided to get the matter over with. He was very good, taking me to orgasm much sooner than I'd have preferred. When I came, my knees went so weak, I almost fell on top of him.

My brothers laughed. Benny was along side me, his bare hip against mine, ready to be ministered to the moment Marcelino released me, which happened before my climax had run its course. I felt cheated but let Marcelino move on to Benny.

The Columbian started as quickly with Benny as he had with me but Benny was more experienced. He grabbed the boy's head. 'Slow down,' he insisted.

Marcelino slowed but I could see his cheeks suck in so guessed he was working harder inside, determined to get away from us as soon as possible. The tear had dried up but I could see where there had been one on the other side of his face too. At the time, it seemed ridiculous to me he'd be so upset. After all, he was queer, doing what queers liked to do and didn't have to worry about Sean's big dick up his ass, just my puny little thing.

Benny was soon breathing deeply, his fingers gently pulling Marcelino's head back to him each time it went away. Toward the end, Benny pulled more forcefully then grabbed Marcelino's head and fucked his mouth a half dozen times before rising up on his toes and holding the boy's face tight to his crotch.

'Shit!' he muttered.

Sean said, 'Spic's getting good at this. Lemme get in there.'

'Wait a minute!' demanded Benny as he quivered and jerked a few times.

Marcelino dropped his hands from Benny's hips and waited along with Sean.

It was probably a full minute before Benny backed off to let Sean poke his thick cock in the eleven year old's face. He was a head taller than Benny and had to pull Marcelino up by the shirt to get his mouth where it needed to be. Marcelino ended up on his feet, bent over, his elbows on his knees. When Marcelino opened up, Sean thrust in. Marcelino gagged and tried to stand up but Sean grabbed him by the ears, maintaining a beachhead between his lips.

'Suck me, sissy, or I'll ram this thing up your ass!'

Marcelino closed his eyes, squeezing tears out from both. It occurred to me that he must have known this was coming. He took a breath, swallowed and closed his mouth. He pushed Sean's hands off his head and worked back and forth, taking in five inches of cock nearly to the pubic hairs. Sean breathed deeply too but didn't seem nearly as excited as Benny and I had been.

Benny leaned to me and said, 'He isn't gonna cum in his mouth. He's gonna stick him. Shit.' There was sympathy in his words but, his face was smiling. 'Shit.'

As Benny had predicted, after a few minutes, Sean said, 'C'mon, sissy. You're not even getting me close. Suck harder. Use your tongue.'

Marcelino did seem to try but I knew Benny was right. The promise not to screw him had been a sham. Sean had no intention of getting off in the boy's mouth. I was glad it was the Columbian on the floor and not me. Nonetheless, I was anxious for my shot at his ass. I wanted Sean to finish his scam so I could feel that hot tube around my dick. What was to happen after was of far less consequence.

Eventually, Sean pushed his fellator away. 'Shit, not even close.'

Marcelino reached out and pulled him back, taking Sean's cock back into his mouth, looking up at Sean's face, pleading in his damp eyes. He was allowed to try a bit longer but it was for naught. We knew Sean wanted to stick him. The pain he'd have to endure wasn't of importance to any of us.

Sean pulled away again, this time pushing Marcelino's head back and turning away.

'Nevie, you're first.'

Marcelino glared at Sean through his tears. My hard cock, as the saying goes, had no conscience. Marcelino knocked Benny's hands away when he reached for his belt. The Columbian stood and deliberately opened his belt then pants, never taking his eyes off Sean. There were no more tears, just hatred. But, he didn't seem the type to take revenge afterward.

His pants fell. He turned and leaned over the table, his face in his hands. I dripped saliva on my cock and got in behind him. He was too low.

'Get up higher,' ordered Sean.

Marcelino leaned across the table, raising his ass. His hole was there for the taking. I moved in, used one hand to pull one cheek open and guided my cock with the other. Entry was swift and fantastic, better than the blow job. I shuffled in tighter and started a slow fuck.

'See, I told you,' said Benny to Sean as both watched me pump in and out, 'Nevie learns fast. Do it, Nevie! Fuck him good!'

Marcelino's slim bare hips were soft and smooth in my hands, like a baby's. It heightened my enjoyment to hold him. I pushed up as well as in each time. The great feeling spread back into my ass. I completely forgot the tears I'd seen. My mind was engrossed in the physical sensation of my cock sliding in and out of the hot, slippery rectum. The closer I got, the more I leaned over him, the warmth of his back against my groin and gut enhancing my passion. My hands slid up and over his shoulders until I was nearly lying on top of him. Orgasm shot out of my pelvis and up through my cock. Marcelino's right hand came up and pressed down on mine. I hardly noticed it. My brain was occupied with the ecstasy flowing from my groin into my entire body.

When I looked up, Benny was across the table, grinning. He winked and took hold of both of Marcelino's hands, pulling them to him. I felt Sean tugging on my shirt. His pants were off. His cock hard and slick with salad oil. I stood. My still hard cock popped out. Sean slipped in front of me and yanked Marcelino's hips higher.

I felt a sudden, strange urge to stop or at least slow him but just stepped back, away from what was about to happen.

'Now,' said Sean quietly, 'don't go making any noise and I'll go in slow.'

Sean pushed his big cock head between Marcelino's cheeks. 'Relax, spic, and it won't hurt all that bad.'

He poked forward and moved in closer. Benny gripped Marcelino's hands tighter. Sean pushed again.

Marcelino went, 'Mmmph! Stop. Please stop. Wait.'

Sean ignored him and poked forward again. Marcelino grunted then cried in short spurts. Sean stepped closer still and pushed forward. His cock disappeared between Marcelino's cheeks. The crying became louder. Sean leaned over and put his hand over the boy's mouth.

'Shut up, sissy. I'm in. Isn't gonna hurt that much any more. Damn, you're a sissy!'

Marcelino didn't stop crying. It was just muffled by my brother's hand. Sean
pulled nearly completely out then, without stopping, pushed all the way back in. I began to worry he was injuring the boy, causing damage that would end up in the clinic and eventually get the three of us in big trouble, maybe locked up in the cells across the room, perhaps even whipped. Although I had some understanding of the pain Marcelino had to be going through, my primary concern was for myself and my brothers. My cock went soft.

Sean continued the same steady thrusting and withdrawal. Marcelino's body rocked with his sobbing. Sean's eyes closed. 'Oh man, that's good. Keep doing that. Shit!'

I have no idea how long he fucked the boy. I became mesmerized by the sight of that long, thick, shiny shaft sliding seemingly effortlessly in and out of Marcelino's ass.

Then Marcelino let out a muffled cry and began to struggle to free his hands from Benny's grip. Sean rammed in hard, stopped, pulled out and rammed back in several times, each thrust drawing a shriek from Marcelino.

Sean's body shook a few times then, 'Whew, that's the best fuck I ever had.

He went in and out a few times more, making Marcelino sob continuously. Finally, he stood up and let his body drift back until his still hard cock flipped up as it came free. Benny released Marcelino's hands. The boy lay on the table sobbing softly.

Benny rushed around the table and pulled Marcelino's ass open with both hands. The boy jumped up. Benny pushed him back down.

'Shit, spic, I'm just looking.'

Marcelino relaxed but didn't stop crying. Benny raised and lowered his head inches away from the penetrated anus. 'Looks okay to me but you're sure gonna shit easier.'

I had an urge to look too but, despite Benny assurances, was afraid of what I might see. It didn't seem possible Sean's big cock hadn't done some damage. And Marcelino had obviously been hurting from something.

Sean tossed a few napkins on the table. 'There you go, spic. Clean yourself up. And don't worry. I'm not gonna fuck you any more. I got someone's not a big sissy like you.'

What little concern I felt for poor Marcelino evaporated in the wave of curiosity about who Sean was screwing.

The moment we were in the corridor, I asked, 'Who you sticking, Sean?'

'Shit, Nevie, whatta you care. You got the spic.'

'Just who is it?'

'He's too big for you.'

'But who is it, c'mon?' I poked him on the arm.

'You're just gonna wanna stick him too and he's in seventh so he won't.'

'Unless you tell him he's gotta.'

'See, Nevie. You wanna stick him too. So forget it.'

I begged a bit longer but Sean never gave up the name. The moment we were alone, I asked Benny.

'How'm I supposed to know. He didn't tell me neither.'

We went to the stables to see if we could do something with the horses. Neither of us had any real friends, just lots of frightened acquaintances like Arnold Detweiler.

Mr. Belfiss, the stable master, was the closest thing I had to a friend at the Academy. Although fifth and sixth graders weren't supposed to ride the horses for some reason I never understood, he let me groom, feed them and help clean out the stalls. Occasionally, he'd allow me to saddle one gentle steed named Balfour and ride him inside the corral.

'You two help me clean up this morning and, after lunch, you can ride with me out to the pasture for a while. Gotta fix the far fence.'

Benny wasn't as interested in horses as me but had nothing else to do. We spent the rest of the day there, sharing sandwiches Mr. Belfiss brought from the kitchen for lunch.

We spent the next day too at the stables. Benny was even less enthused than the day before but, as I pointed out, neither of us had any real friends, just fearful acquaintances. Benny did have a strange relationship with his even stranger classmate Jorge De La Cruz but he was back in Peru for the holidays.

By lunch time, Benny was sticking one of the horses in the ass with a pitchfork handle. Mr. Belfiss was off getting us our lunches. The horse didn't like it a bit and kicked at the walls of his stall. Benny laughed and stuck him again.

'Benny, stop!' I said with alarm in my heart, 'he's gonna kick down the walls and kills us.'

'He isn't gonna do shit, 'cept shit.'

The horse turned around and eyed Benny fearfully.

'See, he's scared a me.'

He pushed the handle up at the horses nose. 'Here, horsey, sniff your own ass.'

Mr. Belfiss opened the door. Benny dropped the pitchfork. That was the end of that.

When dinner time neared, Benny headed off to find Sean and I went to the dormitory to wash up. Marcelino joined me in the bathroom. The moment we were alone, he approached me. It made me harden.

'Neville, you want to do something after dinner?' he asked softly though not shyly.

I was immediately suspicious. Was someone listening or watching us? I looked around but saw no one.

'Don't worry, it's just you and I,' he said.

'You want me to stick you?'

His conspiratorial expression turned to confusion. 'What? No, the other thing.'

'Suck?'

He nodded assent. 'Maybe tomorrow we can do back here. I hurt there now.'

I was still a bit concerned but beginning to believe that, being a queer, he naturally just wanted me to do what queers liked.

'Where?' I inquired as coolly as I could.

'Wherever you want, but just us.'

Suspicion again picked at my brain. I wanted backup. 'And Benny. He isn't all that big.' I assumed he wouldn't want Sean.

His head drooped. He sighed, leaned forward and said quietly, 'Why can't just you and I do it?' It was close to a plea but didn't make any sense to me.

If he wanted to get a dick in his mouth, wouldn't two be better than one?

He lifted his face to mine, only inches away. 'Please. Just this time?'

'Why not Benny?'

He sighed again and answered to my chin, 'I like how you do it better.'

That boosted my ego enough to say, 'okay, but just once.'

We brothers ate together, the one privilege we got out of holidays. Normally, we had to eat with our dormitory mates. Benny repeated his oft expressed desire that the carnage still be going on in Vietnam when he turned seventeen so he could kill some 'yellow pinkos'. He figured new weaponry would allow him to massacre great numbers in a few minutes time. Sean doubted it would go on very long.

'The Americans got really good advisors teaching the gooks how to fight the Commies and keeping them from being so chicken shit. Few more months and they'll wipe 'em out.'

I said little, feeling guilty about not letting my brother in on the sexual fun I expected after dinner. My uneasiness was tempered by the suspicion that he had another boy or two he hadn't told me about. I expected they were more his age and probably wouldn't have allowed an eleven year old inside them. However, as we left the table, my control fell apart.

'Marcelino wants to suck me, but just me.'

Benny shrugged his shoulders. 'So do it. I don't give a shit.'

'How come he just wants me?'

'So how'm I supposed to know that. Mr. Atkins says you're almost a pretty as me. Maybe the spic's in love with you.' He laughed.

'You don't think maybe he's planning something. Maybe he won't be alone or, shit, I don't know.'

'What? You afraid of some spic? Want me to make sure he doesn't hurt you? Shit, Nevie. Just stick him. What's he gonna do? He's a fag. He likes dicks.'

'So where can I do it? In the school?'

He thought the school was a good idea.

Marcelino was waiting in the hall outside our barracks. He seemed anxious, and a bit put out. I was anxious too, and quickly stiff between the legs.

'You told Benny, didn't you? I just want to do it with you.'

'Just go to the school, fifth grade like last time. Benny isn't coming.' I immediately wished I hadn't mentioned I'd be alone. There was still a small worry he was planning something I wouldn't like.

I watched him go, fingering my hard on through my pants pocket. Arnold, Henry and two others were on their beds. All avoided my eyes. Arnold was lying belly down on his bed, supposedly reading a book. I figured he was just trying to avoid me. I checked out his ass and considered the possibility that he could be fucked without any repercussions. He didn't really act like Marcelino or the others like him but he was definitely a sissy and was probably being sucked by Mr. Atkins, maybe sucking him back.

Marcelino didn't just have his pants down when I arrived. He was stone cold naked. He didn't even have his socks on. He stood with his arms crossed, watching as I looked around, checked out the storage closet in the back of the classroom.

'Oh, Neville. It's just us.'

I loosened my belt and walked to him beside the teacher's desk.

'Take all your clothes off too. It feels better that way.'

'Just suck me, spic. Shit. How come you don't wanna get fucked. Been two days. Can't hurt that much any more.'

'Well, it does. And you're going to like this. Take your pants off so I can do it really good.'

'Why? C'mon. Just suck my dick.' I stood with my pants at half mast and my arms folded across my chest.

Marcelino sighed and went to his knees. He took my hips in his hands and licked the bottom of my cock. It was nice but I hadn't the patience for nice.

'Shit, spic, suck me!'

He took me in to my balls. That was the nice I really wanted. As he began to move my dick around inside his mouth, his hand slid around to my butt. I yanked them off and smacked him softly on the side of the head.

'I don't want any queer shit. Just suck me and hurry up. Do it right!'

Marcelino sighed again, this time through his nose. His whole mouth tightened around my cock. He moved his head back and forth. The feeling was as close to being up his ass as it could get without actually being there. A minute later, with my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling forward, I came.

I gripped his head to me with one hand and enjoyed the continued gentle throbbing. I hadn't noticed that Marcelino had again taken my hips into his hands and was holding on lightly. It didn't bother me too much. I knew I wanted a second go, but not yet.

I straightened up and released his head. He kept me inside his mouth. It was starting to tickle so I pulled loose.

'Don't you want to do it again? You always like to do it twice,' commented Marcelino as friendly as a puppy.

'Yeah. Just wait a minute.'

I wanted to relax for a few moments. Marcelino wanted to talk.

'Why can't we be friends, Neville. We can do this whenever you want and we can teach each other our languages. I can teach you how to speak Spanish so you will understand what the other Latino boys are saying.'

It was an interesting thought but I wasn't about to show any interest. There was no way I could allow myself to be friends with somebody everyone knew was a queer.

'Want to be friends, Neville?' he asked again.

'Shut up, spic.'

I felt the need to assert my power over him to eliminate any thoughts he was having about friendship or equality. I rubbed my dick to be sure it was ready and said gruffly, 'I'm gonna stick you this time so get on the desk.'

I pushed him toward the teacher's desk.

He stepped back and said, 'No, Neville. I told you. It still hurts there from your big brother.'

'You're just a big sissy. Turn around and lay down.' I pushed him again.

'Why are you so bad to me, Neville. I want to be your….'

'I said shut up, spic. Just lay down. Shit!' I poked him hard in the shoulder with the palm of my hand, knocking him back against the desk. Before he could say or resist, I yanked him around and pushed him down. His ass popped up in the air. I held him down with one hand and dripped spit into the other. After a quick lube job on my cock, I spit into my hand again and rubbed the saliva between his cheeks. It was done to avoid doing any further damage to his hole. When I thought about it afterward, I wasn't sure what my real motivation was, fear of doing something that might get me into trouble or some dash of sympathy for the pain he'd have if I did less. Naturally, I quickly rejected the latter.

His hole didn't look any worse for the wear when I pulled his cheek back. Entry was swift and easy. Nonetheless, there were tears on his arm where his face lay against it. It took me a while. His hole didn't seem as tight as it had been before. And, there was anger. I had looked forward to two pleasant orgasms then Marcelino had started with his shit. All he had to do was shut up and suck me. The rest was a distraction from the real purpose of what we were doing. It took hard thrusting and longer than I could remember to finally get off. Marcelino just lay there as I pounded away. There were no more words, even when I pulled out and left.

The climax only deadened my anger. The residue of emotional discomfort stayed with me as I looked for Benny.

I didn't find him until nearly eight. He was with a barracks mate walking across the compound in front of the administration building. I'd been heading back toward the school to see if Marcelino was still there. He hadn't shown up at our barracks.

'So, you stick him or just get sucked?' asked Benny when he saw me.

'I stuck him. Where you been?'

'Just around. Want some cookies? Bobby has a bunch left over and we gotta eat 'em or they'll get stale.' Bobby was the skinny bent over kid with him.

I was curious what they'd been doing. The direction they were coming from had nothing a kid would normally do at night. 'Okay. So where you coming from?'

'Just around like I said. So how was the spic's ass? Still big from Sean?'

Asking those questions in front of his friend made it obvious Bobby knew of and was in on some of the campus sexual activities, possibly had screwed Marcelino. It just made me all the more curious, suspecting they had been with another boy getting their jollies. 'You were doing it too, weren't you?'

'Shit, Nevie. So what? You got some. Forget it, okay?'

We stuffed ourselves with cookies while a couple of others there in Benny's barracks eyed us hungrily, but were ignored.

Two nights later, in the school again, Marcelino made a more prolonged attempt to interest me in learning Spanish. It did sound interesting, like learning a secret code, but, again, I told him to shut up. He frowned and turned around. As I opened and pushed down my pants, he lay across the cold wood of the teacher's small desk. I spit a couple of times into my hand and lubed up. Marcelino pulled his cheeks open. I waddled close and put the tip of my dick at his hole. A quick push and I was in, all the way. I fucked slowly as Benny had shown me, even slowing as my passion rose to prolong it. Marcelino reached back and held gently on to my hips. My hands were on his bare sides as he was again completely naked. I leaned further over him. He pulled my shirt up so my flesh met his with each penetration. The additional warmth felt good. My climax seemed to start in my gut and dropped down to between my legs before firing out my dick. I fell over him and pressed inside. Marcelino grabbed my buns and pulled me into him. I didn't realize where his hands were until my throbbing had slowed.

'Get your hands off my ass,' I ordered quietly.

He slid his hands down to my upper thighs. I lay there for a few minutes then began again pumping very slowly. It was difficult since his hole was back over the edge.

'Get up on top the desk,' I told him while pulling myself forward.

I kept my cock in him as he tried to slip up. Unfortunately, my pants kept the full weight of my much heavier legs on top of his.

'I can't. You're too heavy. You have to get up first.'

'Shit!' His problem was obvious. I grabbed his hip and turned us sideways but slipped out. 'Shit!'

I backed off him. 'Now move up on top. C'mon.'

He obeyed. I moved with him and tried to re-mount but my pants prevented me from getting easily over him. I pushed them to my ankles. With my knees to each side of his thighs, I was lined up but his hole was down in his closed crack.

'Pull yourself open.'

Marcelino spread his cheeks, exposing the pink target. When I lowered my groin onto him, my shirt blocked my view. I pulled it up, sticking the bottom in my teeth but it still was in the way. I yanked it around and under my left elbow. I dropped in but was too dry for entry. When I tried to dribble saliva into my hand, my shirt fell in front of me again.

'I told you to get naked like me,' said Marcelino with a soft smile.

'Shut up!' was all that came to mind.

Finally lying on top of him, shirt up to my belly button, my cock inside him, I relaxed, my head sideways over his shoulder. It was very warm and comfortable but I wasn't in as far as I'd been when I'd been standing behind him.

'Open up your legs,' I told him.

I had to lift my legs for him to do what I'd requested. It helped a little bit. I began fucking. I felt his breath on my scalp.

'Stop breathing on me,' I insisted.

I felt him turn his head. I concentrated on screwing.

Again, he slid his hands down to my hips and massaged them gently in time to my pumping. Then he reached up and slowly pulled my shirt up a little each time I thrust. The increased warmth was nice so I didn't say anything.

I was feeling as good as I'd ever had and hoped my orgasm would stay at bay for as long as possible. It did take a while. Marcelino, as he had a few times before, put one hand over mine. I wiggled mine to make him get off but he stayed where he was.

'Let go, spic.'

He slipped off slowly and returned to my hips and thighs.

Climax came slowly, thumping gently through me.

'Neville,' said Marcelino softly.

'Mmm?' I answered when he didn't say any more.

He didn't answer. I felt like I could have slept right there where I was. He made no attempt to move me. There was no passion left in me, just inertia. Finally, worried I might just go to sleep there and get caught like that, I rolled off, then almost fell off the front of the desk which was closer than I'd thought. Marcelino grabbed me across the chest. I quickly swung my feet around and pulled out of his grasp.

After checking to be sure my cock was clean, I pulled up my pants. Marcelino lay on his side, his head up on his elbow, his stiff cock pointing straight at me. It was longer than I'd expected, maybe longer than mine but slimmer.

'Neville,' he said again but didn't continue.

I shook my head and turned toward the door.

'We can do this whenever you want, Neville. But, uh,' He paused again.

'What?' I asked impatiently and looked back at him.

He was sitting with his legs over the side of the desk, his hard on poking up at the ceiling. 'That was really good. I like it when it's just us. Next time I'll try to be even better. But, please, just you.'

The drift was clear. He wanted a deal to keep Sean's big cock out of his hole.

'Benny when he wants, to,' I insisted. It was a deal I knew I had no control over. If Sean wanted to stick him, he wouldn't care what promises had been made. But, meanwhile I could have him every day if I wanted.

'But not Sean, or any of the big boys. Just you and Benny.'

'Okay,' was all I'd say and left, feeling sure my cock was going to be well taken care of.

Marcelino was as good as his word. I fucked him every day for the rest of the holidays, twice right there in my bunk after taps, the second time naked as him. It was nice. Benny only joined me once, again on top of that fifth grade teacher's desk. He had Marcelino blow us first. When the rest came back on Monday, January sixth, we had an afternoon go in the hay in the stable while a mare watched.

Much as I tried to maintain my tough guy composure, Marcelino's adventurous spirit excited me. He was imaginative, even daring in some of the places we used, like the director's office one evening. We sneaked in just before he left after working late one night then fucked for half an hour on his leather sofa.

A few times, Marcelino tried to kiss me but I was able to fend that off.

Dinnertime of Sunday, January sixth, with the entire command back, we ate with our barracks mates. Marcelino looked my way twice with a blank expression. I avoided his eyes and made merry with two classmates, one of whom had promised to do my math homework in exchange for the English exam info he figured I must have after acing the previous two tests. He knew I didn't study. The other was a fellow bad boy. We enjoyed pulling nasty pranks on barracks mates. For instance, we'd hidden all of David Taylor's socks after he'd gone to sleep one night causing him grief with the monitor then the officers of our company at drill. He'd almost cried in frustration. We'd laughed about that for weeks.

Benny was back with his gang including Jorge De La Cruz. As usual, even with the loose Sunday dress code, Jorge wore his dress uniform, pressed right to his shirt cuffs, shoes shined to a mirror finish, hair freshly cut. The Peruvian sat ramrod straight and was careful to eat with the best manners, fork down on his plate after delivering each mouthful of food, knife placed at the proper angle on his plate, free hand in his lap. He looked the perfect cadet but I knew the truth about him.

Jorge De La Cruz was the nastiest boy I had ever met. At barely thirteen, just a look could frighten most of the younger Latino students. His threat to cut out Marcelino's tongue should he snitch on us screwing him carried the weight of a sure thing. Benny told me that all he had to do for a quick screw was look at another Latino boy and glance toward the bathroom or whisper a specific place.

Also according to Benny, Jorge, though just a sergeant, had a saber the point of which, against Academy rules, was sharpened from the tip ten inches up the blade. Benny said he had a straight razor in his drawer that he occasionally flashed at the even the slightest sign of resistance to his desires. Jorge lived a life of privilege. Other Latinos cleaned and pressed the uniform he changed daily. One boy from my barracks shined a pair of his shoes each night. Jorge's homework was done by classmates. When there was little or no supervision of a work assignment, it was performed by others.

And woe to the boy who didn't have his things ready when he got out of bed in the morning. Benny told me about a time when Jorge mercilessly beat a barracks mate in the shower with a wet towel until the boy cried then forced him to suck his toes clean, on both feet. His crime: he'd forgotten to press Jorge's handkerchief.

Yet, other than the oversized cock which Benny claimed reached five inches in length even though his voice was just starting to change, Jorge wasn't physically very impressive. He was slim, wiry, of only average height, a hair taller than Benny and not nearly as heavy. Benny was a powerful boy who, in a fight, could have torn Jorge apart. However, the Peruvian had cold eyes that could, when he wanted them to, bore right through the hardest recalcitrant. I'd watched them the day he threatened Marcelino. They'd half closed. His upper lip had risen slightly. His eyelids had seemed to extend out from the eyeball. Marcelino had frozen in a semi bent over position, his breathing stopped, and hadn't moved again until Jorge was several steps on his way.

The staff found him an ideal cadet and used him regularly as an example of the ideal Norris student. No one was about to tell them the truth.

Part of the reason apparently was his father's position in his home country and influence at the school. Daddy was an Army colonel reputedly in charge of military intelligence, a man much feared in his homeland. There were forty plus Peruvians at Norris. All could be counted on to protect the feared man's son.

I admired him, was jealous of his power over others. Benny copied his facial expressions, even some of his threatening phrases, when he bullied others.

According to Benny, Jorge had a couple of kids from my barracks, which he refused to identify, that he screwed on a regular basis, both non-latinos. One, a particularly small boy, according to Benny, cried each time Jorge rammed his big cock into the boy's little hole then laughed at him for it. Benny swore he'd watched it a couple of times but was a bit miffed when Jorge wouldn't let him have a go too. Jorge's boys were always exclusively his.

Ordinarily I'd have been hell bent on figuring out who they were but Marcelino was taking such good care of me that I wasn't particularly hot for anyone else. It did bother me a bit that I also enjoyed the friendship, even love, he showered on me. I allowed him to lick between my legs and around my tummy, run his hands up and down my torso when he was sucking me, even kiss me on the hair and neck while I was fucking him. To be sure, none of that occurred when Benny was with us but that wasn't very often. Benny did occasionally ask to have one of Marcelino's very accomplished blow jobs but apparently he had a boy or boys who were taking good care of his sexual needs.

It got to a point by Easter Week that Marcelino would come to my bed and help me with my math and science homework. When we were able to talk while physically united, he did so in Spanish which he translated until I knew what it meant.

Somehow, by April 24th, he found out that my birthday was October twenty-fourth and gave me a Timex pocket watch which I found under my pillow when I got into bed that night. He later called it a half birthday present. It was just about the best gift I'd ever received.

By the time summer vacation was upon us, I could understand a good bit of the conversations between Latinos though I never let on. I felt very clever.

Then, all but fewer than two hundred students went home or to other camps. Normally, Jorge De La Cruz would have hopped on a plane for Peru but apparently something political happened that made it better for him to stay with us. He was obviously very upset by it all.

Even Benny complained about his nasty attitude. 'The creep called me a peon. Shit, you know what that means? That I'm some kind of slave on a farm or something. Shit!'

Sean, who had always been a bit of an admirer too, said, 'The kid talks like we're all supposed to kiss his ass. Fuck him!'

It was quickly obvious who his smaller catamite from my barracks was when Jorge came charging in the day after most of the kids left asking for Timmy Calvert, a small quiet kid from Maryland who had never fit the image of someone anyone would want to have sex with. He was puny, plain and had a skinny butt.

When I told Benny of my suspicions, he admitted the kid who'd cried had been Timmy. 'Jorge likes 'em with skinny asses. He says he can get more of his dick inside and they're tighter. I don't know 'cause he never let me stick the kid.'

'What about the other kid in my barracks. He still here?' I asked.

'Nah, he left too. Old Jorge's gonna have to get him somebody new to stick, maybe your boyfriend, Marcelino.'

That disturbing thought was already in my mind. 'But he doesn't like Latinos. You said.'

'Shit, he hasn't got much choice if he wants a skinny one, except maybe that sissy Henry. He's kinda skinny. I'll bet you could stick him if you wanted.'

I didn't. Marcelino was just fine.

Unfortunately, Marcelino was who Jorge settled on, that very night.

I wasn't aware of anything until I went back to the barracks to look for him and Marcelino was nowhere to be found. In my gut, I knew what had happened. To my surprise, my first concern was that Jorge would hurt him. My uncared for cock was not on my mind when I went looking in the school. They weren't there. After searching a few other places including the jail area in the basement, I went back to the barracks to wait.

Marcelino was on his bunk, fully dressed, belly down. With no concern about who would see me, I went straight to him. He looked at me sorrowfully.

'What's wrong?' I nearly whispered.

'I can't go with you any more.'

'Shit too! Who says?'

'You know.'

'Jorge?'

He nodded yes.

'Fuck him. He's not the boss of me. C'mon, let's go somewhere.'

'I can't. He'll kill me. Anyhow, I hurt too much. And he might hurt you too.'

'He tries anything with me and Benny'll kick his ass. C'mon. Benny won't let him do anything to you either. I'll tell him.' Completely oblivious to who might have been watching, I grabbed Marcelino's hand and started to pull. He grabbed the far side of his mattress and resisted.

'I can't,' cried Marcelino quietly. 'He'll know.'

The scene I was making seeped into my brain. Feeling very frustrated and angry, I turned and headed out to find not Benny but Sean. I was going to put an end to this immediately.

My eldest brother gave me a dirty look when I barged into his barracks where he was playing cards with three other fourteen year olds.

'You're not allowed in here. Whatever you want, ask me tomorrow.'

'I gotta talk to you now!'

'Tomorrow, Nevie. I'm busy. Beat it!'

'Sean, now!'

'Shit, Nevie, what's so damn important?'

'It's private.'

'Shit!' He got up, threw the cards on the bunk and pushed me ahead of him out the door.

In the hallway, I told him what had happened. 'You gotta go tell him to keep the fuck away from Marcelino. He's mine. I had him all year, almost, so he's mine.'

The expression on Sean's face was anything but re-assuring. I'd expected anger at being forced to defend my rights but it was something I felt he had to do. He was my big brother, my ultimate protector. He leaned his back against the wall and stuck his hands into his pockets.

'Shit, Nevie. You know who that kid is? His father's a killer. There's kids here, a lot bigger than me, who'll do anything he says. Anybody but him. You best just find somebody else to stick. Anyhow, it's easy now. Benny said something about some kid, Henry, I think. Why don't you do it to him?'

I was furious. 'So you're not gonna back me up? You gonna let that creep spic kid get away with this?'

He sighed. 'There's nothing I can do, Nevie. Jorge De La Cruz is just, shit, too much for anybody. You best just forget that spic kid and get somebody else. Look, I'll talk to Benny in the morning. We'll get you somebody, hell, a couple if you want. Just don't go messing with De La Cruz. Okay?'

It wasn't okay but if Sean was afraid of him, there didn't seem to be any way to fight the Peruvian. I returned to my barracks feeling furious and shamed by powerlessness. One of the kids was headed to the bathroom when I walked into the barracks. I pushed him back against a bunk but didn't follow up with the kick or punch I might have used a few months earlier.

Marcelino arrived late for breakfast. He sat two tables from mine. I was finishing off a bowl of Wheaties, staring at his back when he looked around then turned and glanced briefly at me, his lips pressed together, a sad expression in his eyes. Jorge De La Cruz was at a table on the other side of the room, chatting with two older Latinos, probably in Spanish. I searched for someone I could converse with but saw no one who'd give me the time of day. So, I sat by myself then played with the last soggy flakes in the milk at the bottom of my bowl figuring to stick around until the Columbian got up to leave, hoping there might be some indication from him we could meet somewhere.

I shook my head at the thought that I could be so attached to a boy. But Marcelino was the first boy who had ever genuinely befriended me and done so completely of his own volition. Every other acquaintance I'd ever had was forced against the other boy's will. None had ever sought me out. Anger built inside of me. Why did this spic Jorge have to interfere with my first true friendship? I toyed with how I could somehow eliminate him as a competitor for Marcelino. I fantasized catching him alone and beating him bloody with a baseball bat. Why was Sean so afraid of him? My eldest brother was two years older, bigger and definitely able to beat the shit out of him. And Benny, why did he like such a piece of crap like De La Cruz?

Marcelino finally got up but only because a boy from Jorge's table went by and said something to him. Apparently, he'd been ordered to take the trays from Jorge's table to the trash area. As he walked toward the door with four trays stacked in his hands, he again glanced at me but then dropped his eyes.

I tried to get up but something held me where I was. It hurt my pride and made me even angrier when I realized what it was: fear. Like everyone else, I too was afraid of Jorge De La Cruz.

What followed was another week of uninteresting camp activities, boresome marching, Benny avoiding me, and a growing need to get off with something warmer and wetter than my hand. It kept me awake long enough one Thursday night that, sure that everyone else was asleep, I felt bold enough to climb up on Marcelino's bed and snuggled in behind him. He was a sound sleeper. I untied his pajama bottoms and slid the back down to his thigh. I was poking my saliva lubed hard on between his cheeks before he rolled over, all the way over, and put his arm around me.

"C'mon, Marcelino, let me stick you. Everybody's sleeping. Nobody'll know but us.'

He didn't say a word. His deep breathing told me why. Marcelino was still asleep.

I gently pushed his arm off and crawled over him amazed at how he could sleep through all I was doing. However, just as I was again pushing my dick between his cheeks, he tried to turn onto his back. It wasn't until about the third time he pushed into me that he seemed to become aware that he wasn't alone.

He reached back with his hand and pushed at my hip, stopped, lifted his head, pulled suddenly away and lifted himself onto his elbows.

'Marcelino, shhh, it's just me, Nevie. Everybody's..'

'Neville? Why are..' He dropped onto his side and turned toward me. 'Neville, quick, go back to your bed, please.'

'C'mon, Marcelino. Everybody's asleep. Nobody knows I'm here. C'mon, I haven't done it with anybody..'

'Shhh. No, we can't. Jorge will know. He always knows everything. He'll hurt me, you too. Please, go back to your bed. Please.'

I begged but, in the end, fear was what caused me to back off, climb down and slink back to my bunk, my cock limp as a dead dog. I was beaten. Sleep didn't come for a long time.

My thoughts tended to be self pitying but occasionally turned angry though never once with Marcelino. I wanted to hurt Jorge De La Cruz but always retreated from the idea due to fear of a terrible reprisal. Any kid who could have my big brother Sean cowed definitely was too formidable for little me.

I didn't hear the bugle in the morning. Arnold Detweiler awakened me when he came back from the bathroom. The first thing I was able to focus on when I sat up was Marcelino staring down at me from his upper bunk across the aisle. There was a difficult to fathom expression on his face made more difficult when he quickly turned away. I tried to figure it out as I sat taking a shit moments later. It wasn't fear or even sadness as I'd have liked it to be, more like frustration mixed with some kind of determination if that's possible.

In the dining room, I took a table two down from his where I could see his face, he mine. He noticed me but the eye contact was too swift to communicate anything. Jorge De La Cruz was on the other side with his usual bunch of cohorts including Benny.

I sidled up to Benny as they left and tugged him apart from the Latinos.

'How come that spic creep has gotta have Marcelino all for himself?'

Benny grabbed my arm and stopped us. The look on his face was meant to express anger but there was something else.

'Shit, Nevie! It's a spic thing. Just forget that kid. There are lots of others.'

I figured out quickly what the rest of his face was telling me. 'You're scared of Jorge. Shit, Benny. Just kick his ass and tell him that Marcelino's mine too.'

Benny pushed me down the hall. 'Just shut up and, shit, just shut up 'til we're outside.'

He led me, still gripping my arm, outside and across the front drive onto the grassy slope in front of the main building. All the while I worried that, for the first time in our lives, my next older brother that I admired so was going to do the same as Sean, let me down, not defend my interests as he'd always done before. By the time he pulled me down beside him on the grass, I'd developed a well of anger over his desertion of duty to his younger brother.

'You gotta..' was all I got out before he turned to me and put a hand over my mouth.

'Just listen. You gotta understand who Jorge is and what his kind of people do when they get pissed off at somebody. His old man cuts off fingers and shit before he kills anybody pisses him off. You see how he keeps his saber all sharpened like he's not supposed to and nobody says anything about it? You think he'd be scared a killing some kid with it if he got real pissed off? And nobody'd do anything 'cause who his old man is 'cause the government people all want him on their side so they aren't gonna do anything to his kid. The Latinos all know that and they're all scared of him so you better be too. Shit, you wanna stick somebody? I'll get you somebody today. What's wrong with that Henry kid or, what's the other kid's name does your homework? They're not gonna say anything after I talk to 'em. Or you can have Walter. He's fat but can squeeze his hole and it feels really neat.'

I wanted Marcelino but again shared Benny's fear of Jorge De La Cruz. Worse, for some reason I didn't fully understand, I didn't really want to screw some boy that was going to hate me for doing it. Fucking Marcelino was so much better because he liked me to do it to him. As for Benny's classmate, Walter, I didn't think much of my dick would get far enough between his fat buns to more than barely puncture his pucker. I missed doing it with Marcelino. It dawned on me at that moment that I missed the affection, an emotion I'd never experienced with another sex partner, hell, anyone. Benny broke into my thoughts.

'Well, who you want me to get? C'mon, a good fuck and you'll forget all about the spic. Who you want?'

There it was: a challenge to the tough kid I was supposed to be. If I turned down his offer, it could have a terrible effect on my bother's opinion of me, of our relationship. It had to be accepted. Still, I opted for the less offensive. 'Walter.'

He set it up for right after lunch, before the afternoon's activities. We headed back to the second floor of the school, to the fifth grade teacher's desk.

On the way up, Benny admonished me, 'Remember, Walter's seventh grade and he's not supposed to let a little kid like you do it so you gotta keep your mouth shut that he's letting you. And I gotta do him after.'

Walter was waiting for us inside the door to the classroom. He looked me over and asked Benny, 'You sure his cock's big enough for me?' The smile took away some of the offensiveness of his remark.

'Shut up, Walter and get your pants off,' retorted Benny.

When he saw my dick was soft, Benny ordered Walter to suck me which he did immediately, taking me in balls and all. He was good at it and had me stiff in seconds.

When he stood to go back to the desk, I noticed his little hairless cock, probably only a half inch longer than mine, as equally erect. He liked to suck.

Walter lay over the desk but off the edge enough that I could get even with his hole. Unfortunately, my concern about the distance from his outer buns to his inner sanctum was completely justified. I could feel his hole with the tip of my dick but barely poked inside. There was no way I was going to get off like that.

Walter squeezed his cheeks closed but it wasn't nearly the same as being inside a rectum. Benny saw the frustration on my face and had what he thought would be a solution.

'Get on the floor, Walter, like you do it with Francis.'

Walter obeyed. He lay on his side and raised his upper leg.

Benny instructed, 'sit on his leg and slide in'.

I had to take off my pants that I normally just dropped. Walter commented, 'You got a better body than either of your brothers, Nevie. I can't wait until you get bigger.'

'Shut up, Walter. Stick him Nevie.'

I sat on his fat thigh and used his raised leg to pull myself in. It took a movement to one side to line up well but penetration was easy and complete, right to my pubic bone. Walter squeezed. It was as tight as Benny had promised. Holding tight to his raised thigh, I started fucking. It was great. Each time I pushed inside, the heat ran down my shaft and into my little testicles. I jammed in hard with each thrust.

'Yeah, Nevie, that's good. Do it hard,' urged Walter.

His words turned off whatever negative thoughts I had about screwing this bigger boy. He liked it. I was enjoying it. It was good.

Benny was enjoying it too. I noticed him lift his leg as he pulled off his pants. Nearly four inches of rock hard cock stuck straight out from his body when he stood back up. It was going to be like before with him right side against me when I pulled out, ready to push his cock into Walter's hole a couple of seconds after I withdrew. I was determined at that point to stay inside that fat ass as long as possible, maybe even go for a second time if I could hide the first from my brother.

Walter kept up with his encouragement, 'Yeah, fuck, harder, harder. Good.'

I'd never had a boy react so vocally enthusiastic. There'd been boys whose hard dick showed that he'd like getting screwed but they've never come out and said it. This boy liked it possibly as much as Marcelino. I fucked harder, banging into him as hard as I could, pulling out to the tip. I noticed that, in this position, even if the head of my cock came all the way out of his hole, it went straight back in with no difficulty every time. I took longer strokes.

Orgasm boiled in my balls. I gripped the fat thigh tighter and closed my eyes. Climax shot up through me, ass hole to gut and into my brain. I rammed in and held myself as deep inside as possible. Walter must have squeezed even tighter because each throb seemed to have to force itself up my shaft and into the head of my cock making me shiver with every one. There was no way Benny wouldn't know what was happening.

I felt his belly against my back, his cock poked at my tailbone. But I wasn't going to move until my orgasm was over. It had been a while and felt greater than any I could remember. The warmth flowed through my body like ink spilled on a blotter.

'C'mon, Nevie, my go,' whispered Benny. His cock pressed insistently just above my crack. I briefly wondered what it would feel like inside me. Walter and Marcelino really seemed to like it. I smacked myself mentally for even considering such a thing and yanked my cock out of Walter.

I had to stand to pull myself free. Benny pushed in as I stepped out. He was fucking slowly when I turned around.

I sat still bare assed in a desk and watched. Walter had his left hand on Benny's hip, pulling him hard toward himself with every thrust. He stayed silent this time making me wonder if he really had enjoyed me inside him. I stood and looked at his face. His eyes were closed and lips pressed together. I walked around to a point above him. Benny's leg was tight to him but I could see his cock was hard as stone.

My brother pumped slowly and took a while. He used Walter's raised thigh as I to hold on to and as a post to pull himself deep inside the fat boy's tight hole.

By the time he was done, I was ready to go again and sat behind him as he'd done with me, my dick poking him as he'd poked me.

'Get your dick offa me, Nevie. Just wait.'

I pulled back a bit angered and confused at his double standard, a little angry at myself for letting him touch me with his penis, a bit worried about why I'd allowed it, why I hadn't reacted as quickly as he.

The second fuck was nearly as good as the first. Walter was quiet but seemed to like me pumping into him as much as he had Benny.

On the way down the stairs, Benny said, 'See, you forgot all about the spic. Tomorrow, if you want, we can get one of those two from your barracks.'

I wasn't sure how to answer him. In the end, though, it didn't make any difference. Other matters interceded.

I awakened early the next morning. I'd had a dream about Marcelino, one of those frustration dreams where something always prevents what you want from happening. It was a simple thing. We were in bed together. Either I couldn't find his hole or my dick kept slipping off it but no matter what position I tried, I couldn't get inside him.

I had my morning hard on though it seemed a bit harder than usual. I fondled it debating whether to head for the bathroom and beat off.

The sun came through the trees behind us and lit up the end of Marcelino's bunk. The point of his elbow was visible like he was sleeping. I visualized his long brown cock and balls, stiff as mine, and the path between his smooth legs back to the soft entry to that hot rectum. His arm moved as though to rub his eyes or scratch something. He was awake. I was sorely tempted to go to him, try to get in bed beside him.

The bugle sounded. It was the blasting sound of the sixth grader who alternated with the more accomplished, smoother playing kid from the upper forms.

Marcelino sat up and stared ever so briefly directly at me before turning away more in avoidance of eye contact than looking off to get dressed. Two boys passed between our bunks rousing me to the reality that we weren't alone.

Benny separated himself from his group, which strangely enough didn't seem to include the ever present Jorge De La Cruz.

'I got another kid for you,' he said with a smile. 'one right out of your barracks, kid named Joey something. You know him?'

I did. He was a skinny boy who was hardly ever around the barracks, always off somewhere playing baseball or basketball. He didn't seem the type to bend over voluntarily. 'Yeah but he isn't gonna wanna get stuck. Who says?'

'Don't worry about that. I already told him he's gotta go to the school after lunch.'

I looked around. Joey was sitting with three other sports nuts, deep into animated conversation, waving his toast around as he spoke. I doubted the arrangement. 'When you talk to him? He know it's me?'

'Don't worry. I told him last night. He likes it, and he's tight. And he'll suck if I tell him.'

'You stick him?'

'I'm gonna do it after you.'

My doubts surged. 'You ever see the others sticking him?'

'Shit, Nevie. No, but they did and Joey said okay without me even having to shove him or anything. Don't worry. He'll be there.'

'So where's your buddy Jorge?'

'How am I supposed to know. Probably off sticking your buddy Marcelino.'

I looked around. Marcelino was in the chow line picking up a cup of juice.

'There's Marcelino.'

'So what? What do you care? C'mon, let's eat. There's Sean. Let's find out if he stuck Joey.'

He hadn't, didn't know him.

Half the morning was occupied with swimming class. I was a shitty swimmer. The instructor insisted I practice my stroke without using my legs. It pissed me off but complied to avoid demerits. Joey was in my group. He never looked my way or showed any indication he expected me to screw him in a few hours.

Lunchtime came. Benny joined me in line. He was again without the company of the Latino bad man, Jorge.

'Let's eat fast. I told Joey to be there twelve thirty sharp.'

Joey was just coming into the hall accompanied by the same group as always. He didn't seem at all concerned so I began to believe my brother's story that he liked getting fucked.

He sat too far away from us for there to be any noticeable glances but he did get up as we did, shoving his tray toward a tablemate. He followed us out alone without looking our way then somehow beat us to the school. He was waiting inside when we entered. The expression on his face was more of boredom than anticipation. There didn't seem to be any surprise at seeing me. He let us lead him up the stairs and down the hall to the fifth grade classroom.

As we got to the door, I looked back at Joey then crashed into my brother who had stopped cold and was staring through the window in the door like he was trying to figure out a math problem. I tried to open it but his hand was on the knob. Joey came up behind us and looked inside.

'Jesus!' he said in hushed awe.

I pushed in front of Benny to see. There was someone lying across the desk, bare assed, his pants around his ankles, the pats legs tied around the desk legs. There was something sticking out of his rear end. I yanked Benny's hand off the knob and opened the door. Joey pushed me inside and ran around to the opposite end of the desk.

The thing sticking out of the boy's butt was the hilt of a sabre. The boy was Jorge De La Cruz. His eyes were open. His arms were extended out over the end of the desk. A taut cord went from each wrist to the desk leg at that end. Someone had tied him up and stuck a sabre clean up his ass, probably into his throat. I touched him. He was cold. Jorge De La Cruz was dead.

Benny said, 'Let's get outta here.'

Joey nudged the sabre's handle. It didn't move.

We all ran out, down the hall, the stairs, out the front and up into the trees above the school. By the time we stopped and sat on a bed of fallen pine needles, I was sure I knew what had happened though I had no idea how. Marcelino had killed his nemesis.

'Shit!' muttered Benny.

'Jesus!' countered Joey.

Silence followed. I tried to figure out how Marcelino managed to tie down the bigger and much stronger boy. Had he drugged him? Then how could he have gotten him up to the classroom? There was no way he could have carried him. I remembered some kind of discoloration on the side of Jorge's head. Had Marcelino somehow hit him with something, knocked him out? It was difficult to imagine little, inoffensive Marcelino slugging someone, even hated Jorge De La Cruz, hard enough to knock him out.

Maybe it wasn't Marcelino. There had to be others who hated him too, but enough to kill him, risk going to prison for the rest of their lives?

I realized this had been the first time I'd ever seen a dead person. Jorge hadn't seemed much different from when he'd been alive, just very still. I tried to remember the expression on his face but could only recall his open eyes and that they'd been open, staring across the room. I wished I'd looked more carefully at his face. Had there been fear on it? Pain? Having a sabre shoved clean up through you had to hurt.

Benny said, 'Shit! My fingerprints are on the door knob. Shit!'

I realized mine were too.

Joey said, 'I touched that stupid sword. We gotta go back and wipe it off.'

They went back and forth about the danger of being caught inside and the certainty that the police would be called in and fingerprints sought everywhere.

'We gotta hurry up if we're gonna do it,' insisted Joey hardly sounding like a boy who enjoyed being screwed, 'they're gonna start soon and we better be there.' He was talking about the afternoon's activities.

We went back but from the far end of the building.

Seeing no one around, we scurried to the entrance and inside. Benny took off his tee shirt as we raced up the stairs. Joey followed suit. While Benny frantically wiped down the brass door knob, Joey gingerly rubbed where he thought he'd touched the sabre's handle.

I noticed that there wasn't any blood where it entered though I couldn't actually see Jorge's hole. The saber had been pushed in right to the hilt.

I took another look at Jorge's head. There was a red lump above his left ear though mostly under his close cropped hair. A look around found nothing that could have caused it.

Benny called from the door. 'C'mon, let's get outta here, shit.'

Joey took a final look at the sabre's handle then headed out. I examined the cord tied to Jorge's wrists. There were square knots like we'd been taught by our combat instructor.

Benny called out in a loud whisper, 'Nevie!'

We hurried out and around the back of the school.

Benny grabbed Joey and me as we were about to part and said, 'Don't say anything to anybody, nothing, understand?'

The body wasn't found until late that evening. They'd been searching for Jorge who hadn't shown up anywhere since the previous evening. Three police cruisers then an ambulance and finally other cars came onto the grounds. Word of what happened didn't leak out until the following morning though everyone assumed Jorge was dead when the ambulance didn't leave for a couple of hours. We weren't allowed out of our barracks so no one saw the body being removed.

The stories were way off the mark. Jorge was dead from falling out a window, falling down the stairs, had a heart attack, was shot, a drug overdose, was the victim of a failed kidnapping attempt. It wasn't until noon in the dining hall that the saber came up but it had him being stabbed with it without mentioning it was up his colon.

I watched Marcelino for a while but he didn't seem particularly agitated or worried so I dismissed him as the perpetrator. He did smile at me. I took it to mean that we would be getting together again.

Benny joined me late. He was clearly worried.

'Shit! There's FBI out there now. They're really good. I hope I got my fingerprints off that door. Where's Joey?'

I looked around, finally spotting him alone in the back. Benny saw where I was looking.

'Shit. How come he's alone. Every other time I see him he's with a bunch of kids. Shit. You think he said something?'

'How should I know,' I answered. 'Anyhow, we didn't do it. We just found him and he was already dead. If anybody asks, I'm just gonna say I was scared 'cause I wasn't supposed to be in the school.'

'So how come you were in there? What if they ask that?'

'I dunno. The door was open so I was just looking around, you know, seeing what it was like empty.'

Benny bit into his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I sipped my tomato soup which was hotter than usual, usual meaning cold. Jorge had been killed the night before. We'd all been in our dorms with plenty of witnesses. The worst that could happen to us was demerits for going into the school and not telling what we found right away. I said the same to Benny. It seemed to calm him.

Sean came after us as we left the building. He'd missed lunch but had news.

'You gotta keep your mouth shut but I think I know why Jorge got zapped.'

I didn't say anything. It wasn't sure whether Benny had told him about our discovery of the body. Benny shot me a self conscious glance. He'd told Sean.

'Jorge's old man is on the outs with the guys in charge now and he took off. Jorge got killed to get at his old man. They stuck his saber up his ass so he'd know it was them. Scary, huh?'

'Who told you that?' I asked.

'The Latinos, stupid. They know how it is and a some of them are from Peru so they know. Jorge's old man fucked over a lot of people and they're out to get him, and they will, and his whole family. Glad I'm not a relative. Shit.'

So, I thought, that was what really happened. Marcelino had nothing to do with it but he and I would definitely benefit.

Over the next few days, everyone was questioned by one of a dozen or so investigators in suits. Some showed FBI identity cards, others didn't show anything. We all figured they had to be CIA what with this being an international matter.

I did fine with my negatives across the board and was out in a few minutes. Benny broke down and admitted finding the body but didn't mention Joey or me. Later he told me they could see how nervous he was so he had to tell them something. He used my 'just seeing what it was like empty' excuse for wandering about inside the school. They checked out his whereabouts at the time of the murder and let him off. The Academy didn't though. He got to clean out all the school hallways with a scrub brush.

The Latinos were questioned in more depth, especially the older ones. Marcelino was in the room with two Spanish speaking men for over an hour but then released.

The following night, we got together well after lights out under the covers of his top bunk. He was already naked when I slid in.

'I missed you very much,' he whispered between kisses on my cheek and nose as he embraced me in a way I'd never allowed before. The truth was that, though I probably didn't realize it directly, I felt very comfortable in his arms and enjoyed experiencing his affection. After a few moments, he reached down and untied my pajama bottoms. I pushed them down to my knees. Marcelino slid down my body, kissing my chest and tummy as he went and took my already very stiff cock into his hot little mouth. It was much better than Walter or any of the others who'd done it before. Marcelino loved me.

A little later, my dick completely inside his rectum, my hand gripped in his, he said it. 'I love you, Neville. I really do.'

Any other time or person and I'd have smacked him and ordered him to 'shut up'. Instead, I put my arms around him and fucked gently, luxuriating in the physical and emotional warmth of his soft, brown body.

I don't think I ever hit another kid again after that night. That's not to say I was the most agreeable person around, just that within a short time, there was no more fear in the eyes of others as I neared them.

Marcelino taught me the basics of speaking and writing Spanish along with helping me improve my schoolwork to a point that I even scored the occasional unassisted ninety something on a test.

Sean wasn't around me that much to notice the change in demeanor but Benny sure was. For a while he just frowned when I let minor possible slights go by with no reaction. But finally, perhaps six months after the murder of Jorge De La Cruz, on a relatively warm spring afternoon before dinner, Benny walked with me up the forested hill in front of the administration building.

He was silent for the longest time then stopped and leaned against a tree, a strained look on his face, his teeth resting on his sucked in lower lip. His eyes wandered everywhere but toward mine.

I began to worry some seriously bad had or was about to happen.

'What's wrong?' I asked.

He heaved a hard sigh. 'Shit, nothing, shit. Are you a fag Nevie? I'm not gonna say anything, and you're still my brother an' all but, well, are you?'

The old reactions kicked in. 'Who said that? That's bullshit! Who said it?'

'Nobody said anything, well, not really. Shit. It's just that you're always hanging around with that Marcelino like you two are, well, you know, shit.'

The anger flowed out of me like a good, long fart. I honestly didn't feel there was any homosexual aspect to my relationship with Marcelino. After all, he kissed me, I didn't kiss him. He sucked me and took my dick up his ass, not vice versa. I did hold him occasionally but friends could do that. It occurred to me that my effectively friendless brother was jealous.

'So?' he insisted.

'That's stupid, Benny. Just 'cause I'm friends with one doesn't make me one. You jealous 'cause I gotta a friend and you don't?

That stiffened his back. 'Shit, that's really stupid, Nevie. I got lots of friends and I don't hang around with any fags. You're the one's doing that. Shit! You still didn't answer. Are you?'

'No, I'm no fag. I fuck him. He doesn't fuck me. And I've seen Walter with you guys of plenty of times so you hang with a fag too. And name me one kid who's your friend, your real friend who talks to you and helps you with your homework without you're gonna kick his ass if he doesn't.' I was feeling better every moment about my relationship with Marcelino.

'Shit, what about Joey and Henry and, shit.' He stopped and looked at my chin rather than my eyes. 'And we don't hang with Walter, he's always following us around so we fuck him. Sean's fucked him a couple times. He likes it. Shit.'

I remained quiet, resisting an urge to hug my brother. 'Well, I'm your friend,' just sort of slipped between my lips. The urge overcame me. I took three steps, the distance between us, and put my arms around him, lightly at first. When he didn't jerk away as I expected, I embraced him tightly.

'Shit, Nevie,' he barely whispered. 'I just had to ask. You know…'

We sat on the leaves and the green shoots of fresh grass coming up through them and discussed why it was easier to be friends than fight with everybody. We were late for dinner and had to wash dishes.

So you don't get the wrong idea, there was no great change in Benny's behavior toward others but we spent more time together, sometimes even with Marcelino along.

What finally cooled Benny was a girl from the school down the road. Apparently she loved muscle boys and Benny was definitely one of them. He'd improved his already impressive body with workouts at the gym which increased once he realized what the young lady found most attractive about him. Benny told me she refused to allow herself to be screwed but gave incredibly erotic blow jobs and 'damn near sucks my tonsils out when she kisses'. He admitted that although she liked the muscles, she preferred they be used in sports rather that as weapons to hurt others

Over the next few years, Marcelino never mentioned Jorge De La Cruz but I still had the occasional thought that he might have done the deed. Finally, one summer day when we were both fourteen and I'd just finished screwing him standing up against a tree, I asked him.

We were sitting on a bed of pine needles, still naked from the waist down, my adolescent cock slowly softening. Marcelino was carefully wiping the Vaseline off it.

'Remember Jorge De La Cruz?' I inquired. He didn't take his eyes off my softly bloated penis.

I took a breath and continued, 'Did you, I mean, …'

Before I could finish, Marcelino sat up, kissed me on the cheek and said softly, 'I used a baseball bat on him.'