Being in charge of physical exams at a Centre for juvenile sexual delinquents is a great gig. The boys come in my office and strip completely. We chat for a while and I make sure everything is okay. I get to touch naked children as much as I want and get paid for it! Ain't life grand?

The basic concept of the institution is still bizarre to me. Who thought it was possible to control the impulses of young sex offenders by putting them all in the same enclosed environment? Then again, I don't really care. I'm just glad to spend every Friday at Sternbrook or as the staff refer to it 'Pervy Juvie'.

Strangely, the residents uphold the same justice as inmates in a prison. Kids who have raped a sibling eventually get raped. The cell-rooms are locked at night. But I've heard the older boys have learned how to pick the lock and can roam freely. The place might be devoted to supressing bad behavior but the actual result is a disaster. Abuse and orgies are a common occurrence. What else can you expect from deviant boys full of energy always seeking the next thrill?

Of course, not all my patients are predators, as it is the case for Elliot. The sweet eleven-year-old boy looks like a book worm. He has short brown hair, big glasses and he's very polite. At first, I didn't believe he belonged at Sternbrook and I am still unsure. His file states that he solicited men in the bushes of a park for oral sex.

It doesn't strike me as much of a crime, especially since he did it for free. Isn't it more like a public service?

The first time he came into my office, I asked him why he gave free blowjobs. His beady eyes lit up behind his glasses, "Cuz' I like it and I'm the best." he responded candidly. I was taken aback that a pre-teen boy who appeared to be an intellectual would boast about that. Then he rambled on, "I've sucked hundreds of dicks. Everyone says I'm the best. Want me to show you, Doctor Cox? You're gonna like it!"

That first time, Elliot lived up to the high expectations he'd set. I exploded in his mouth after two minutes, caught off-guard by an uncontrolled burst of pleasure. Much to my surprise, the kid gulped down the torrent of sauce without letting a single drop escape his greedy lips.

Elliot resembled all those socially awkward smart boys that were bullied at my school. The ones I thought were immature and only into science. It baffled me to find out that in reality, he was a raging cum slut!

The boy had mastered his technique at home, of all places. A year ago, his mom decided to split the chores involved in taking care of his handicapped teenage brother Steve. She would continue to change the diaper of her older son and Elliot had to give him his bath. Steve was sixteen and had cerebral palsy. He was also mentally retarded.

At bath time, the little boy executed the chore dutifully. He undressed the gangly teen, secured the straps of the harness under his naked body and activated the motor to haul him in the tub. Then Elliot stripped out of his clothes and joined his brother in the tub.

Many times, he wept looking at his big bro. The teen's arms and legs twitched all the time. They bent in weird ways as if they were dislocated. His eyes were blank and his mouth always yawning open. Elliot felt a lot of pity for his brother. He strived to do his chore well for that reason, rubbing the bar of soap in every nook and cranny of Steve's body. "Gonna clean you up good! You're gonna be beautiful and you will smell nice!"

Every time Elliot pulled on the foreskin of his brother's weenie to wash underneath it, the big thing inflated right away. The youngster wrapped his fingers around the hot piece of flesh. He knew that Steve liked to have his chubby fondled because he smiled and moaned. But Elliot felt guilty about masturbating the invalid teenager. His mom had told him, "No one can touch private parts in undies..."

Then one day, as he passed in front of his brother's room, he noticed his mom was leaning over Steve. Her forearm was moving up and down. He tiptoed closer and saw her hand clutching Steve's hard penis. She turned around swiftly, a worried frown on her face. "Get out, Elliot!" she snarled. "Now!"

At dinner time, her anger had abated and she tried to amend for her outburst with a mellow tone. "Your brother is sixteen, Elliot. He's a man now, well at least biologically," she blushed. "And men produce baby juice inside. It has to come out otherwise it's unhealthy."

Elliot cringed hearing his mother talk about sex. His glasses steamed up from the embarrassment. She smiled warmly, "You know it's perfectly natural to masturbate. I wouldn't be mad if you did it, Elliot."

"Muuum" he whined and they both laughed.

From then on, Elliot didn't feel any guilt playing with his brother's hairy dick. He slid his hand on the rigid flesh - as he often did on his own willy - until the dollops of teen cream spurted out. But the slimy goo was irritating. It got stuck in Steve's pubes and clung to the bottom of the tub like glue after he drained the water.

So, he started watching the signs of his brother's overexcitement. How his forehead creased and his moans were more passionate at the approach of his climax. Like a mad scientist working on an experiment, Elliot estimated the mounting pleasure. Just before the blasts, the boy clamped his lips on the dickhead. He collected the abundant seed in his mouth. The first few times, he leapt out of the tub to spit out the glob in the sink. Eventually, having to leave the comfort of the warm water discouraged him. He swallowed the baby juice. It didn't taste so bad, a little bit sweet and sour, a lot salty.

Jerking his brother off on a daily basis tired his wrist. Eventually, he found it easier to suck the big penis. Steve seemed to enjoy it more. The teenager drooled and barked like a seal. Elliot squeezed the hairy balls and went down on the throbbing pole faster and faster. It made his little worm hard and tingly.

Sometimes, when his mom wasn't home, Elliot spent over an hour torturing his brother with his oral talent. He twirled his tongue on the knob and sucked intermittently, building up the pleasure, edging the older boy. He wanted so much to make Steve happy. The teenager lay in the tub all stiffly and whimpering, his face covered with sweat, unable to do anything that would bring him relief form the immense ball of tension in his loins. When the oral tormentor finally decided to release him, he shook all over and screamed from the intensity of his orgasm.

I'm sure Steve can't wait for Elliot to get out of Sternbrook and come back home, because Steve is surely very happy that his kid brother is a devoted cocksucker although he's not fully conscious of it.

I certainly am! Every Friday, Elliot pops up in my office and sheds his duds. I take my trousers and briefs off. I sit in my leather armchair. The naked eleven-year-old boy crawls between my hairy thighs. His eyes sparkle as he chews my balls.

My dick quickly rises in front of his glasses. He licks up along the side and puts his wet lips over the head. When my cock reaches total expansion, his little fist grabs it. He begins by sucking softly then gradually increases the speed. The operation is acrobatic as he fiddles with his pecker at the same time.

I enjoy seeing him kneeling submissively with my huge tool in his mouth. The curve of his pale buttocks protrudes out of his lower back. I can look down to glimpse at his pink asshole and the back of his nuts. Elliot's blowjobs make me drown in joy. His mouth may be small but it can engulf my entire phallus, quite a feat considering I own a thick eight-incher! He's the first kid I've ever met whose able to deepthroat me. When the boy's lips slide down all the way to the base, I can feel the walls of his throat vibrate around my engorged meat.

Elliot always services my dick for at least twenty minutes. Once in a while, he takes a break and slaps his cheeks with it.

"Do you like it, Doctor Cox?" he asks with a cocky grin.

"Shit yeah! You know it... Don't slack off, suck that big cock!"

He continues to kiss, lick, slurp and make love to my erection. His lips suckle the piss slit. His tongue swirls around the crown of my large circumcised glans. Then his head bobs up and down again and again. A divine moment of relaxation!

I grab the back of his neck to help him out, push my cock farther in his throat. Elliot gags but never backs away while I fuck his face. The pleasure becomes unbearable. As soon as I stand up, he sits back on his heels and opens wide. I groan and quickly align my pulsing prick in front of his mouth. I want him to savour all that he's work for.

My balls contract painfully. The next instant, I admire the thick jets of ejaculate land on his outstretched tongue. Elliot makes me cum so hard, that I fill up his mouth with my jizz. It pools at the entrance of his throat and around his teeth. The kid smiles and swallows. And then something amazing happens. He pulls on his boner and shivers immediately. The little piggy actually has a dry orgasm guzzling down my load!

Ever since, Elliot has started giving me blowjobs, my mood has greatly improved. Days at the clinic seem to be lighter. I guess you can't possibly be grim knowing that somewhere, a little boy likes to eat your sperm.