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 Warning: This story contains graphic depiction of sex between an adult male
and a preteen boy.  It is fiction and as such, it is fantasy.  Any
similarities to any persons living or dead are purely coincidental.
   The Director: Part 1 - The New Arrival
   By Romany
   (M/b)
   Oakmeadow Children's Home - somewhere in northern England, 1996.
   The boy flattened back with his butt against the desk; the man's advance
having taken him by surprise.  He had been apprehensive when the Director
called him around behind the big oak desk; wondering why the man needed him
to be on the same side of the desk as he.  The Director had moved quickly
on the large office chair; dragging himself forward by his heels so that he
trapped Jamie's right leg against the drawers on the right hand end of the
desk.  With a leer, the debonair middle age man had slowly run his hand up
inside of the boy's right leg closest to him, and grasped the boy's
genitals firmly.
   "What have we here then?" The Director said leering at the boy as he
felt the stiffening preteen penis in Jamie's cargo pants.
   The kid gasped and moved to recoil at the sudden invasion of his crotch
region but his butt was held so firmly against the desk by the Director's
pushing knee that the kid could not twist away.  The pent up apprehension
the boy had been feeling, at once more being sent into care in this
ramshackle children's home, had been under the surface since being ushered
into the Director's office.  Further exacerbated by the invitation; no, the
command, to join the Director around the back of the desk.  He was now
trapped; stunned to inaction by surprise and the audacity of the of the
Director's groping hand.  The subliminal fear brought about an excitement
he had grown accustomed to.  An excitement he secretly enjoyed that readily
fed his burgeoning young libido.  He couldn't deny it; the Directors swift
assault on his groin had excited and instantly aroused the lad.  He sagged
at the knees and the Director chuckled as his fingers aligned themselves
along the boy's hardening erection in his pants; grasping it and kneading
it firmly.
   "Oh ho, ho, ho, yes-s-s-s...you like it don't you Jamie lad?" the
Director purred.  "Your Mr.  Simpson trained you well," he added, referring
to the boy's most recent primary care-giver.
   Jamie gasped and sighed as the fingers brought about the familiar joyous
feeling in the pit of his groin.  The feeling he had learned since he was
no more than nine.  There had been a number of men along the way; eager to
teach the boy the ways of men and boys together.  Jamie learned well and
the most recent, Alec Simpson, had been the stand out tutor, just as the
Director suggested.  Director Carlson was an experienced pedophile, having
seduced numerous boys and girls over the past fifteen years as director of
the Oakmeadow Children's Home.  He knew he had the kid literally in the
palm of his hand as he deftly slipped the top button of the boy's belt-less
pants undone and dragged the waist down the boy's hip.  Jamie felt the
release of the waist band and instinctively moved his butt away from the
desk edge to allow the pants to slip below his hips and buttocks; as if he
was once again with Alec Simpson in one of the dowdy motels the truck
driver used when doing his return run to the far north of Scotland.  The
boy going along for "company", as Simpson told his wife when occasionally
the boy was taken out of school.
   Jamie was operating on instinct now; behavior instilled in him by those
who had abused him these past, nearly four years.  Simpson had been the one
to teach him how to enjoy a man's attention; not just be a warm young mouth
or tight greased arsehole to rut in.  Jaime was in touch with what the
Director was doing and now pushing his hips forward against the delicious
feeling the man was giving him.  As the baggy pants slipped past his knees,
Carlson dragged the tight elastic waist of the boy's y-fronts to nestle
inside the pants; now around the boy's ankles.  He had the young cock in
his fist and lazily tossed his hand up and down and grinned at the boy. 
Jamie stood braced against the desk with his hands gripping the edge.  His
eyes half closed; heavy lids as the delicious sensation the man's wanking
hand was making, and it made him feel relaxed and his legs sagged a little
so he used the desk to support himself.  Carlson chuckled lewdly; realizing
the boy had succumbed already.
   "Oh yes...you like this my pretty," he crooned, regarding the look of
joyous confusion on the young Scots boy's face.
   The eyelids fluttering occasionally, as the boy's chest rose and fell in
excitement at what was happening to him.  Perhaps he was more excited in
anticipation of what might yet come, than the actual hand wanking on his
cock.  Carlson slid his hand palm up, under the boy's scrotum and pushed
the cock up against the boy's lower abdomen; just showing the first few
signs of pubic hair.  At two months off thirteen, Jamie was at the onset of
puberty.  Having groped the boy's balls and cock together, Carlson
re-gathered the stiff fleshy appendage of the boy's cock and slowly
increased pressure between his thumb, and forefinger and middle finger, as
he wanked the boy more deliberately.  Jamie groaned his appreciation of
this change to a more regular stroking, and sighed and shuffled his feet in
a surge of enjoyment at the pleasure the hand was giving him.
   Carlson chuckled wickedly again; and muttering, barely audible, "let's
see what we can do here," he leaned in and down and slipped the head of the
boy's stiff cock into his mouth.  The Director was not one to usually
fellate his conquests but this boy was older than most and he was sure he
had recently been in a secret sexual relationship with his foster father.
He had almost certainly received oral sex as well as having given it; and
as a skilled pedophile, Carlson knew the way to the boy's arse was to take
the boy's cock in his mouth and provide whatever enjoyment he could to the
nubile boy's body.  Before the final, literal, plunge into the kid's warm
flesh.  Jamie groaned audibly and a goofy smile came to his face as the
Director began to suck and stroke in unison.  The cock was small yet not
too small that the Director couldn't masturbate it as well as suckle and
work the mushroom head between his lips; raking it with his stiffened
tongue in his mouth.  Jamie immediately gave in to the nagging enjoyment;
and sighing continually now, he moved his hands to the back of the
Director's head as the man leaned forward from his office chair.  For the
next few minutes Carlson indulged himself sucking and stroking the boy. 
Jamie held the man's head loosely at first, occasionally moving it with
gentle pressure when he felt the mouth or tongue lose the rhythm he wanted.
Carlson occasionally groaned or grunted in response to the boy's subtle
movements, by way of acknowledging the boy wanting to direct proceedings.
Now, frequently as he sucked and stroked, his free hand curled behind the
boy's thigh and the fingers lightly slid into the boy's butt cleft and
trailed lightly down over the pucker.  Jamie gasped at the first touch and
stiffened slightly.  But after the fingers had passed over the brown rose
and lightly trailed back several times, the boy relaxed; knowing this was
all part of the man's way to give him pleasure.
   The Director pressured the small opening a little more forcefully on
subsequent passes and Carlson discerned the boy was dry and he would be
tight.  He did not want to risk breaking the boy's trance-like response to
the sex yet he knew that sodomizing the boy with his fingers as he sucked,
would heighten the kid's enjoyment.  Eventually he dared force the middle
finger of his left hand into the pucker and the boy squirmed and moved as
if to evade the searching digit.  But then he moved back against it,
realizing what was intended and he was Ok with it.  Jamie moved his feet as
far apart as the pants trapping his ankle would allow, and he hunched a
little to present the easiest access to his arsehole for the insistent
finger of the crude Director.  Carlson noted the boy's consent to what he
was attempting to do and became bolder and more forceful and the thick
finger pushed the sphincter roughly aside and Jamie groaned in discomfort,
yet held his position as the finger pushed deeper to the first knuckle. 
The kid moved a little uneasily as if to try and minimize the discomfort
and he strained his muscles slightly, as if about to take a shite; just as
he had learned to do when being penetrated by finger or manly cock.  The
Director was now concentrating on getting the finger to the second knuckle
in the tight dry arsehole and eventually, with help from the boy who was
working his sphincter, he had most of the long middle finger into the hole
as far as his cramped position would allow.  He slowly moved his wrist so
the finger rotated a little and Jamie gasped and shuddered almost
involuntarily as the finger grazed the prostate.  His mouth was slack and
his eyes droopy as he gasped and saliva drooled from the corner of his
lips. This is what he wanted.  Simpson above all others had taught him
this. The boy gasped "oh yeah" barely audibly and Carlson grinned as much
as he could with the cock between his lips as he realized he had hit the
spot.
   Jamie only survived Carlson's sodomizing with his finger, and sucking of
the cock, for about three or four more minutes.  Carlson felt the boy's
sphincter contract and his body gave a shudder, as the cock sprung in his
mouth, each time the finger stroked the small gland deep inside the boy's
groin.  The director settled into a rhythm between hand and mouth, and
finger on the prostate and eventually the kid could not control or delay
his pleasure anymore; and he began to pull the Director's head more
urgently against himself and moving his hips as if to fuck the Director's
face.  His movements also had the effect of pushing himself down onto the
invading finger probing up into his body, so the tip would hit that spot he
longed for to be stimulated more urgently.  As the kid moved his hips
around Carlson shoved deeper into the boy's anus the mouth slobbered the
cock as the hand slid up and down, and eventually Jamie lost it and started
cumming with a series of low whines and moans; as if a blubbering child. 
His young cock pulsed as he pumped several long spurts of semen into the
man's mouth.  Carlson was definitely not used to taking a mouthful of
semen. Most of his conquests were generally that young that they had
trouble mounting a serious load of ejaculate.  Jamie was at the high end of
his preferred age range.  Carlson had sucked boys who were through puberty
in the past but had usually stopped short of taking it in his mouth.  This
boy was different.  This was not some casual chance acquaintance at a mall
toilet; this was tremendous fortune.  The boy was being entrusted into his
care and he would have direct control on the boy's life for the foreseeable
future.  This was too good to mess up just to avoid a load in his mouth. 
He'd taken senior schoolboys this way, years before at boarding school; in
the twilight of private school fagging.  He could allow this boy the glory
of cumming hard in his adult mouth.  Jamie thrusted and shoved as he wrung
the last drops of cum from his cock and the director burrowed the finger as
far as his aching wrist would allow; curling at the knuckle, inside the
boy's body as it searched to stroke the prostrate.  Once the boy's orgasm
had struck and passed through his body, the finger suddenly became far too
sensitive to remain buried against the gland and the boys fought to twist
away.  He held the Director's head with one hand as he reached to the upper
arm of the hand that the finger was attached to and tried to push it away.
   Carlson disengaged the cock from his lips and stood slowly, holding the
cock with his finger still jammed in the tight dry anus.  He worked his
mouth to swallow the surprisingly large load the boy had let go.  The salty
musty pea taste lingered as he swallowed repeatedly to generate sufficient
saliva to dilute the remaining semen in his mouth.  There was a continuity
of action to maintain and he could not fret about taking a load of cum in
his mouth; taking the hand from the cock he grabbed the boys shoulder and
roughly pulled it to turn the boy.  Jamie recognized the move and turned
voluntarily so his back was to the man with his finger jammed in his arse.
The Director repositioned the boy more into the centre of the desk; his
knees at the opening where the chair would go.  With his hand still on the
boy's shoulder, he pushed the kid forward so his torso lay across the desk.
With a resigned sigh of submission, Jamie flattened his face sideways
against the cool of the wooden desk top and he gripped the front edge;
curling his fingers under the return.  With his finger still invading the
boys arse, the Director opened the top right hand drawer of his desk and
searched briefly until he found the large round jar inside.  The lid fell
off as soon as he hit it, as it was not screwed on properly.  Left this way
from the last conquest he had in his office.  Carlson set the palm against
the rim and curled his fingers into the gel and scooped a large amount onto
the inside of three fingers.  Deftly he moved the greased mass to near the
finger in the boys arse and slowly distributed the goop around the captive
finger.  By rotating the inserted finger lightly he slipped it out,
bringing a groan of discomfort from the boy, as it roughly pulled at the
dry inner anal tract.  As the boy began to complain the slicked fingers of
the free hand quickly replaced the digit being removed from the hole and
soon the Director was massaging the mass of greasy gel into the boy's
tender anus, as well as smearing a thin film on the boy's butt cleft making
a shallow well of lube in the depression that would guide him to his goal.
He worked the boy's anus expertly.  Smearing copious amounts of the gel
into the hole as deep as his fingers would go.  First the thick middle
finger, which soon became all three fingers between thumb and pinky;
swirling and twisting as he greased and manipulated the boys sphincter
which opened with the pressure of the twisting and stretching fingers. 
Jamie knew well what was to follow and he moved his body to be more
comfortable.  His feet trapped too narrow together by his pants and he
tried to free one foot so he could spread himself wider as he knew he
should to take the fucking the adult intended giving him.  He was
experienced at taking cock and knew how to position himself like this.  The
Director realized what the kid was trying to do and so he placed a foot in
the crotch of the boy's pants and underpants which allowed the kid to pull
one foot through the baggy cargo pants and the leg opening of his y-fronts.
With his right leg unfettered, the boy spread his legs wide and settled to
take the inevitable invasion of the man's cock.
   "That's a good boy," Carlson crooned, and he rotated his three fingers
deliberately in the boy's anus; bringing a sigh of resignation from the
boy.
   The Director deftly opened his pants and pushed them below his hips,
freeing his erection from the boxer shorts he wore under his suit pants. 
He quickly loosened the necktie and discarded it to the floor and then
freed the bottom two buttons of his plain white business shirt.  His groin
was exposed now and his very large cock was standing straight out in front;
a mass of greying pubic hair at the base.  He took the fingers kneading the
boy's elastic orifice and wiped the residue of lube over the head of his
thick cock, This done he quickly reached into the open drawer to take
another quick dollop of gel and then wiped the entire length of the cock
with the lube
   "Just like that," Carlson said in a urgent whisper and taking his cock,
and holding one of the boys bare buttocks, he moved forward allowing the
head of his thick cock to skid into the small well of lube he had smeared
around the light brown pucker; the anus slightly dilated by the reaming of
the fingers.
   The hole nearly closed, yet open enough to show the finger-work had
helped loosen the kid up.  Jamie gasped as he felt the cock-head nudge his
butt cleft and he tensed involuntarily, making a small, almost hysterical
sob in anticipation of what was now to happen.  The boy had been sodomized
numerous times from an early age.  He was barely ten when he had first been
penetrated.  It had hurt like hell and continued to be a painful experience
until he met a man who actually took some care and showed concern for the
boy.  It was the gentle lay-preacher from a boy's home in Glasgow, who had
been patient and in no small way taught the boy to take an adult cock deep
inside.  But it was Alec Simpson who had been the teacher to move sodomy to
a real form of lovemaking.  While there had been two rough types between
the preacher and Simpson, it was Simpson who had turned the kid to
consenting to sodomy without fear.  So the boy was experienced now and he
trusted Carlson was also experienced at anal sex.
   Jamie gripped the front of the desk tightly and made as if to strain to
take a shite once more, as he felt the spongy head of the Director's cock
skid over the greased track; to lodge against the slight dilation of the
greasy anal opening.  He braced himself as Carlson held himself steady with
even pressure; allowing the cock-head and the boys muscle tone to react to
each other until the sphincter slowly began to yield and the lube did its
bit as the head of the cock slowly pushed past the resistance of the boys
arsehole.  The boy sighed once more and then gasped as Carlson applied more
pressure and the huge organ stretched the sphincter and as much as two
inches of length slid into the boy in one movement.  Jamie gripped the
desktop edge harder and made an audible groan as he felt like he was being
stretched apart; yet there wasn't the searing pain he had often experienced
before from less experienced fuckers.  More of a throbbing ache as he was
being opened up; like the dull ache in the gum caused by a nagging tooth.
Carlson was experienced and paused so the boy's muscles could yield further
and get used to the thick object lodged in his hole.  After the boy's
breathing settled to a steady rhythm, Carlson pulled back slowly and then
slid back in; this time pushing over half the length of his substantial
cock into the boy.  Jamie gasped and sighed but already he was becoming
familiar with the feeling, despite the Director being easily the most hung
man to possess him there yet.  Simpson was thick but not long.  The
director was long and thicker than Simpson.  It took a series of careful
yet deliberate in-and-out movements before Carlson's greying pubic hair
finally pushed against the boy's pale buttocks to signal he was sheathed as
far into the kid as he could get.  The kid realized he was skewered deeper
than ever before and he gave a low moan of appreciation that the experience
was far from painful; yet not without some discomfort to his stretched
hole.
   Satisfied the kid was getting used to his cock, the Director began the
slow movement of the universal fucking action.  The steady pull out and
pause and then slow intrusion back inside.  Each inward push rocking the
boy to the core as he felt the coarse pubic hair rub against his skin and
the cock seemed somewhere deep up in his guts somehow.  They both settled
into a slow steady deep fucking motion; all the while Jamie gasping and
grunting as the cock moved in an out.  Eventually the copious amount of
lube that had spread through the boy's insides and sphincter; as well as
Carlson's cock, did the trick and it became more tolerable to the boy.  And
the burning feeling Jamie felt in the sphincter had now eased to just a
feeling of being over-extended as if passing a big turd.  The boy could
tolerate this and the excitement, and a certain amount of apprehension, at
perhaps someone walking into the Director's office, heightened his senses
and he began to enjoy the steady in-out of the Director's big cock.  Jamie
was never actually aroused by the sensation of a cock moving inside of him,
but he was always more than excited and willing for the contact and
closeness sex gave him; from Alec Simpson in particular.  Alec Simpson had
taught the boy that this was OK.  Repeatedly saying to Jamie how his best
sexual experiences had been with a man, when he was a boy.  Jamie accepted
the endorsement and became very close with Simpson, to the point of
receiving both genuine affection and sexual gratification with the man. 
Carlson had read between the lines of the impact report on his exit from
his time with the Simpsons; contained in the file now trapped under Jamie's
body as he was being fucked on the desk.  Carlson saw what the social
worker had given in opinion as to why the Simpson's had suddenly backed out
of fostering the boy.  The wife suspected what was happening and the
husband was forced to concede the boy leave rather than have her dig
further and expose his wicked relationship with their ward.  Now Carlson
was reaping the benefits and he grunted and sighed at the delicious fuck
the boy was presenting to him.
   Carlson was really into his work now; leaning forward for a while and
muttering crudities in the boy's ear about how tight his arse was, and what
a great fuck he was and how Simpson had taught the boy well.  All the while
Jamie groaned and moaned.  He liked when the man spoke urgently like this;
knowing he excited the man and particularly as Carlson had to lean close
over the boy's back to speak to one ear.  Jamie felt safe and warm and
accepted by this man.  Carlson restricted his movements to short
semi-rotating movements of his hips; yet always deep penetration which
caused him to hit something deep inside and Jamie let out a series of low
moans.  Not of pain or discomfort, but in genuine enjoyment knowing the man
was enjoying him by the fucking.  As the Director felt the passion rise and
the dull ache of the onset of ejaculation, the big man rose back up and
took the boy by the nape of the neck in a tight grip in one hand and lifted
the kid's right leg so the knee lay at the edge of the desk, with the
other. With the kid spread open this way, Carlson fucked the boy forcefully
as he stood close and he allowed the sense of the building ejaculation to
bubble forth from the pit of his groin though his entire pelvic areas; and
the Director let out a series of low gratified moans as he spewed forth a
series of long joyous spurts of semen into the boy's guts.  Ramming hard
into the kid, and gasping with each strong spurt deep up into the boy's
bowels.  He continued to shove, though slowing as he emptied himself.  All
the while Jamie's moans and groans matched the Director's as he gasped and
grunted; and he sobbed without tears as the experience overwhelmed him and
he came, spurting from his small hard cock trapped under the lip of the
desktop.  His semen spattering the rubber mat placed under the desk for the
office chair to run on.
   Both man and boy were breathing heavily now they were both sated by
their releases.  Carlson was puffing and panting, and sighing, and making
small chuckling noises in acknowledgment of the daring of the pleasurable
experience.  As he pulled back, he slowed and carefully removed his thick
cock from the stretched arsehole; noting the hole remained open and dilated
for a few seconds before the youthful muscle tone caused it to slowly close
to the small pucker it had been before the fuck.  Carlson knew that a cock
wrenched from a sucking arsehole could act like an enema and a smelly
experience had occurred once before which saw the boy in question become
upset and near hysterical when he realized his bowel had let go as the cock
created a vacuum in his anus.  Carlson smacked his cock against the boy's
buttock, and then as if just realizing something, He shuffled around the
front of the desk holding his pants up high enough so he wouldn't trip; and
the other hand on his still stiff cock.  Jamie had moved to roll onto his
side in preparation to stand when he was surprised by the man now standing
in front of the desk.  He glanced at the Director waving his cock and it
dawned on him what was to follow.  He tried to lever himself up and back
off the desk but Carlson's hand moved quickly, dropping the trousers, and
grasping the boy's shaggy brown hair at the back of his head and he pulled
the kid forward and flat down towards his cock.  The boy was taken by the
speed of the move and before he could react further, Carlson's slimy cock
was slapped hard under his nose.  Jamie had no option but to open his mouth
and have the cock pushed to the back of his throat; the cock that had just
reamed his arse for the last ten minutes or so.  He gagged and gasped an
moved his hands to the Director's hips to push him back but he was holding
Jamie's head tightly now and the kid had no option but to yield to the
rough treatment of the cock hitting has throat causing him to `gurlk' and
gag.  He surrendered and sucked as best he could; realizing the sooner the
man thought he had been licked clean the sooner the cock would be removed.
   "That's a good boy," the Director crooned almost sarcastically, as he
sensed the boy give in to the throating.  "Lick the big cock nice and clean
to go back into my pants."
   For all of his outward affectations of breeding and refinement, Carlson
was basically a crude fucker.  Standing there forcing his cock into the
boy's throat with his expensive Savile Row suit pants at his ankles over
his expensive Italian shoes.  Even in this far flung county outpost, he
paraded as if he was in the West End.
   "Good boy, good boy, there's a good boy," he crooned and slowly he
allowed the cock to slip back.
   Jamie lifted his head when he felt the Director's grip in his hair relax
and the hand left his head.  The boy gasped and coughed and worked his jaw
to recover from the uncomfortable intrusion.  Carlson watched the boy
intently and after slapping his slowly softening cock against the boy's
cheek several times, he wiped it along the kid's lips, eliciting one last
slurp from the boy, before laughingly letting it go and stooping to pull
his pants up.
   Jamie made to stand but Carlson snapped "stay like that" and quickly
tucking his shirt in, he buckled his belt and zipped his flies.  He quickly
walked around the desk, dragging a wad of tissues from the box at one end.
Standing behind the boy he peered down at the dribbles of semen on the
inside of the boy's thigh of the leg still standing on the floor.  He made
a small smile of satisfaction at the bubbles of semen around the anus and
after admiring his handiwork, he pushed the tissues against the kid's arse.
   "Hold this hear and stop yourself from dripping any more," he
instructed.
   The boy reached back and placed his hand over the tissues and then took
his right knee off the desk and stood normally.
   "Put the tissues in your underpants.  You'll leak for a while longer,"
the Director said, then motioned the boy to dress.
   Jamie did as he was told; placing a fresh wad of tissues in the crotch
of his y-fronts, as a girl would place a panty liner or sanitary napkin in
her knickers, and pulled his pants up.
   "Well that was a nice way to start the afternoon," the Director said
flippantly and motioning the boy away from the back of the desk, he sat in
the chair which had rolled back towards the wall, and sat down; drawing
himself forwards in the chair by using his heels.
   He gathered up the open file and tidied the papers by tapping the bottom
on the desk, and then closed it.  He paused looking at the yellowing folder
and smiled.  It was apparent to the social worker who prepared the report
on the boy's departure from the Simpson's that sexual contact between Alec
Simpson and the boy almost certainly took place; yet nothing tangible to
involve the police.  And subtle suggestions of impropriety to the boy went
unheeded; and even direct questioning of the Simpson couple brought about
indignant denials.  Without an admission by them, or accusation by the boy,
the lack of any concrete evidence meant nothing could happen to investigate
the author's suspicions.  Carlson picked up on the subtle theme of the
allegations and had used it to his own advantage; just rewarded by a
delicious fucking of the kid in question.  The social worker had concluded
that the boy longed for acceptance and normal love like any child.  He had
just been coerced and learned to accept it in an unnatural way.  These
reports had the child's previous history of abuse censored and only bland
references made to the fact they had been emotionally or physically abused.
The detail of sexual abuse was confidential.  Carlson had become expert at
reading through the lines and he was always accurate at identifying those
children who had suffered sexually at the hands of adults.  He had learned
how to skillfully exploit this knowledge and had high success at being able
to abuse the children concerned to his own gratification; all from the
position of trust and authority.  Some children threatened, most coerced
and always Carlson had reasoned they were consenting; therefore it was OK.
The fundamental attitude and belief of the serial pedophile; the wanted it,
they asked for it.
   "We'd best get you sorted out with somewhere to sleep," he said looking
at Jamie as if nothing had happened.
   Jamie moved and sat on the chair he had been using before he had been
summoned to the back of the desk; his kitbag sitting beside the chair.  The
kid had very little.  Just a few changes of clothes he had built up during
a series of foster homes he had lived in.  Carlson picked up the phone and
rang a number, asking the person who answered to come to his office.  A tap
at the door signaled the arrival of a stocky lady with straight greying
hair and a rather stern expression.  Jamie stared straight ahead in the
general direction of the Director, but not looking at him.
   "Ah Mrs.  Hartnell...come in.  This is James, err, Jamie Sedgwick.  He's
come to stay with us for awhile," the Director said cheerfully.  "I've been
just going over the rules...and the dos-and-don'ts with Jamie, and now we
need to find him a bed," he continued in a breezy chatty manner.
   "Very good Mr.  Carlson" the woman said officiously in a distinctive
London accent; coming up to stand beside the boy and staring down at him.
   "Where do you suggest the young Mr.  Sedgwick should be placed?" she
said in a slightly mocking tone, and then looked at the director.
   "Ah...in one of the guest rooms I think," Carlson responded and avoided
the woman's stare; preferring to glance at the boy who was sitting almost
trancelike.
   The woman narrowed her eyes at the Director's answer and then placing a
hand on the boy's shoulder, she looked away from the director and down at
the boy.
   "Come on then me boyo," she said a little more warmly.  "Let's get you
to a room.  The rest of the children are at school so you'll have a chance
to settle in before supper."
   "Come on them Jamie...pick up your bag and I'll show you the way," she
said brightly, and moved back towards the door.
   As she drew near, there was a further tap on the door and a sandy blond
female head popped around the door she held ajar.
   "Oh...sorry...you've got someone here," the woman began; and then seeing
the boy and Mrs.  Hartnell, she opened the door and stepped in uninvited to
what she could see was not a private discussion.  "Oh...it's just Mrs. 
Hartnell...and who's this?" she asked cheerily looking at Jamie.
   "This is young Jamie Sedgwick," Mrs.  Hartnell answered somewhat
irritably at the woman she thought was intruding; and bristling at the
`it's just Mrs.  Hartnell' remark.  "He's come to stay for awhile."
   "Oh, right ho," said the petite mousy woman.  "Welcome Jamie," she said
and stepped forward extending her hand.
   "Please to meet ye'" Jamie said nervously and took the woman's limp
outstretched hand.
   "Oh my goodness," the woman exclaimed, and chuckled.  "Do we have a
Scotsman here?" she gushed, detecting the boy's accent.
   "Yes Miss," Jamie answered shyly.  "From Glasgow."
   The Director rolled his eyes in faint exasperation at the appearance of
the children's home administrative secretary, Noeline Tavistock.  Noeline
was a small mousy spinster in her mid-forties who had been at the home for
about three years.  She had a deep crush on the debonair director and he
tried his best to minimize any situations she could take as indicating
there might be some interest in her by him.
   "Well" Mrs.  Hartnell," Carlson said, interrupting Noeline.  "Get Jamie
to his room and Noeline can sort out the paperwork," he added glancing at
his secretary.
   "Yes...right...must be getting him sorted," Noeline said in a gushy sort
of way, and she stepped to one side and let the woman lead the boy from the
room; Mrs.  Hartnell glancing sideways at the younger woman in a clear sign
of annoyance at her arrival.
   After they had gone Noeline folded her arms and stared longingly towards
her boss.
   "Seems a nice sort of boy...for a Scot," she added and pulled a wry
smile.
   "Yes...yes Noeline," he said shortly and turned and walked behind his
desk.
   Noeline's expression changed realising she had just been obliquely
admonished and she dropped her arms and stood in front of the desk.  She
knew Carlson had an aversion to bringing children from outside the county
and had a deep dislike of what he called ghetto kids.  Most of all from
bigger cities like Manchester, Newcastle and Glasgow where unemployment,
and drink and family violence were rife amongst the underprivileged.  The
history of incest and child sexual abuse, even in the current crop of 43
residents, was very high.  Carlson invariably missed the point that these
were the social ills that most led children to be taken from their parents
or caregivers in the first place.  So his home should be open to such
children; not used for an elite group of children who were orphans or
displaced through tragic circumstances, as he believed it should be.  In
fact such children rarely came to the home; most cases usually being cared
for by immediate family.  And using the sad experiences of the older boys
and girls to his own debased advantage, the good Director conveniently
assuaged himself of any sin or blame by believing his breeding and status
made his sexual peccadilloes with his charges seem minor in comparison to
the sad lives they had had with those that should love and protect them but
did not.  Despite his behavior being the worst sort of breach of trust and
faith that could be leveled against children who were vulnerable and
scarred, he seemed oblivious to the obscenity he was perpetrating with his
actions.
   "If you give me his social file I'll have his dossier set up and book
him in," she said in a contrite way; saddened by the Director's brusque
attitude to her.
   Carlson did not speak.  As he went to sit down he saw the drying
spatters of Jamie's semen on the rubber mat and quickly pulled himself into
the chair and forward to cover it; as if Noeline might see.  Of course she
couldn't as the front of the desk was a full partition and you could not
see under the desk.  He scuffed his feet around as if to smudge the semen
and hasten its drying.
   "We'll leave him in a guest room for a time," he said nonchalantly as he
closed the boy's file and handed it to the secretary.
   Noeline's expression changed as she studied the Director's face when he
said Jamie should stay in a single room and not join the boy's dormitory.
There were two spare beds in the boys' dormitory she was aware of.
   "Oh...right," she said with a degree of uncertainty at his statement.
   "Is there a problem?" he asked acerbically, and stared at her; it was a
rhetorical question.
   "No...no...of course not Director," Noeline answered quickly, and she
took the file from her boss.
   "Well...I'll get onto it," she said a little mawkishly; wanting to stay
but feeling chastened she was being abruptly dismissed.
   She walked from the room feeling frustrated he had yet again repelled
her attempts at being personal and friendly; closing the door and standing
with one hand on the door knob behind her as she clasped Jamie's file to
her chest and gazed sadly at a spot on the floor in front of her.  Tears
came to her eyes and she sniffed and went and sat down and wiped her eyes
with a tissue she took from her jacket sleeve.  She looked wistfully out of
the small window in her office and recalled the two occasions she and he
had gotten close.  She had slept with him both times.  She had been over
the moon each time, though both occasions were far apart.  Afterwards, each
time, he had acted like nothing had happened and this distressed her
deeply. She longed for his recognition of her as a woman who was very much
in love with him.
   Inside his office, the Director fidgeted with the stationery items on
his desk, and noting the desk drawer still ajar, he opened it and quickly
secured the lid on the lubrication jar.  Jamie's knee had nudged the door
closed when he had lifted the boy's leg at the high point of the fuck.
   `Just as well' he thought; `the drawer being nearly closed when the two
women were in the room'.
   He sat back in the chair and clasped his hands together.  Noeline was a
problem.  She took far too much notice of him.  She was meant to take a one
to two lunch break but always came back early.  He felt himself break out
in a cold sweat realizing she had simply come into the room when she
returned early from lunch.  If she had returned earlier she would have
caught him fucking the kid.  The whole seduction and fuck took less than
half an hour, yet Noeline was back well inside forty minutes since leaving
for lunch.  He nervously tugged at his collar and then realized he hadn't
restored his neck tie.  Looking around quickly he saw it on the floor near
the wall behind his desk.  They two women would have seen he was not
wearing his tie, which he almost always did, but thankfully not see it
discarded on the floor behind the desk.  That was a crazy thing to do; not
put it back on.  He gathered it up and placed it in the top drawer.  He
would feign that he had decided to remove it for the day, if the issue came
up later.  Far better than put it on and have Noeline notice it was missing
and now restored.  It might lead her to wonder why he had removed it
briefly.
   His mood became blacker as he thought of the procession of mostly
prepubescent preteen boys and girls that he had had sexual contact with;
all the trappings that went to full sexual intercourse.  He often wondered
if the day would come when a now adult former resident of this home would
walk through the door and accuse him of sexual abuse.  He sat forward with
his hands clasped tightly together, his elbows on the desk and his chin
propped on his hands.  He recalled the look that both Mrs.  Hartnell and
Noeline had given him when he had said the Scots kid use a single guest
room for a few days.  The guest rooms always gave him access to an isolated
kid late at night when the rest of the children where in bed; and only Mrs.
Hartnell, and sometimes old Tom the night porter who worked Wednesdays
through Saturday nights, would be in residence.  The home was on the route
from a series of notorious pubs in the vicinity and there had been
instances of drunks coming onto the property, which is why old Tom was
there to call the police if there was any trouble or threat to the children
on nights the pubs were busiest.  It was also the nights that drunken
father's or mother's of children, might decided to claim their child back
from state care.  The look both women had given him earlier suggested they
saw something unusual about the boy being given a single room.
   How much do you know," Carlson muttered into his hands through clenched
teeth.  "How much do you suspect or think you know," he sighed; speaking to
Noeline and Mrs.  Hartnell who weren't there.
   To be continued...
   (C)Romany 2009
   Coming soon; The Director: Part 2 - Carla
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