WARNING: The following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters between 
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than a "murder mystery" writer condones murder.

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Jackson Academy for Boys


Chapter 2	First Day on the Job

The airplane hit a little turbulence and bounced me out of my daydream, as I was 
recounting how I got to this point.  I looked over at the seat next to me.  Ian was 
asleep.  At 11 years old, he is a beautiful boy.  He has straight blonde hair that 
he wore combed to one side.  His hair was rather short and well maintained.  It 
appeared that he only received the best haircuts.  His hair color complimented 
his hazel eyes.  He has a sweet smile that he protected most of the time.

I reached over and gently pulled the video game from his relaxed grip, and he 
rotated his small body toward me as he snuggled against my arm.  This was a 
day both of us would remember forever.  It was our first day.  After a few weeks 
of intense training with Dr. Jackson and the other Jackson Academy staff, I set 
out to start my first assignment.  Ian is that assignment.  I flew to Denver to pick 
up the boy and to move him to the academy.  Because his distracted business 
tycoon parents have emotionally neglected him, he is depressed and frightened.  
In addition, to transporting the child, my role is to help him in his transition, and 
begin to build a bond that would help me reach deep into his soul.

Our plane landed at the small airport on Andros Island, and I gathered the boy 
and our luggage as we continued our journey to the marina where we would 
have a local ferry take us to Walker's Cay.  We pulled out of the marina and 
enjoyed the boat ride; Ian seemed alert and excited, yet uncertain about his 
future.  I began to get excited as this sweet 11 year old sat next to me, because I 
knew what would happen.  Dr. Jackson's treatment calls for me, as Ian's 
counselor, to immediately thrust him into an emotional and physical relationship.  
The idea being that he would be caught off guard and his normal defenses will be 
reduced.

We arrived at the dock, and some of the local kids were on hand to assist with 
the luggage.

"Well Ian, welcome to your new home", I said.  He simply looked at me with a 
rather sad and confused look on his face.  After stepping onto the dock, I 
reached my hand out for his.  He took my hand and I helped him from the boat.  I 
maintained my grip on his small hand as we began walking.  He attempted to pull 
his hand free, but I ignored his attempt and continued walking.  I was testing him.  
Would he insist on freeing his hand or would he submit to my authority over him.  
This might be a good sign.  I wanted to be successful with my first case, as I set 
out to prove myself to Dr. Jackson.

"Over the next couple of days, you will have an opportunity to explore the 
academy.  I will show you around and introduce you to the other staff and boys". I 
said looking down at him as we walked.  

He managed to squeak out a faint "Okay".  I could tell he was intimidated by the 
new surroundings and his situation.  That was the plan.

I continued, "But first you and I are going to spend some time together so that we 
can get to know each other".  He looked up with the look of a confused little 11 
year old, but didn't speak a word.  "You will be staying in my bungalow with me 
until you're ready to join the other boys and start your classes.  Does that sound 
alright with you", I asked.

"I guess so", he answered.

"Ian, now that you are at the academy,  you will need to address me and the 
other staff respectfully".  I could tell from his expression that he didn't quite 
understand what I meant.  "You will need to respond with 'Yes Sir'.  Do you 
understand?", I asked.

He answered "Yeah", but then caught himself and responded "Yes Sir".

"Good boy", I said smiling at him, and led him up the path to my bungalow.  "Here 
we are, my little home in the islands".

I opened the door for him to enter.  He walked in sheepishly a couple of feet and 
stopped.  It is a one-bedroom room with a bathroom and small kitchenette.  Not 
much to look at, but I liked it.  The furniture was old and worn, but functional.  Dr. 
Jackson and his investors purchased an old fishing village and converted it to the 
Jackson Academy.

Our luggage was already stacked in the middle of the room.  After a full day of 
travel, I fell back onto the queen-sized bed and kicked off my shoes.  Ian just 
stood in his same location checking it out.

"Where do I sleep?" he asked.

"Right here", I responded patting the mattress beside me.

"Isn't that your bed?"

"It is, and for the next couple of nights it's your bed too."  I could tell be didn't like 
my answer.

"You mean we gotta sleep in the same bed?"

"Yes, we do.  It won't be so bad.  In a few days you will have your own bed in 
with the other boys." 

I was looking for a reason to touch this sweet young kid. I had him in my room, 
just the two of us, in a country that allowed me to have my way with him.  In fact I 
was getting paid for this.  I couldn't wait a minute longer.  I've been hiding my 
hardon most of the day, and it was time to get started.  I didn't really know how 
the begin, but I was ready.

I sat up on the bed.  "Come here", I instructed.  His eyebrows moved closer 
together and he wrinkled his forehead in a look of great concern as he stood 
looking at me.  "Come on", I urged.  "It's ok".

He slowly moved in front of me waiting to see what I wanted.  "It's been a long 
day, and we have a busy night ahead.  I want you to lay down here beside me 
and take a nap."  In fact, I didn't know if we would sleep or not.

He crawled to the other side of the bed and lay with his back to me.  Without 
speaking a word, I pulled off his shoes and socks. "Sit up a minute.  I want you to 
be comfortable", I said as I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head.  His 
chest was so smooth, I could hardly resist rubbing my hand over it.  "Now your 
pants", I said as I reached for his snap.  He pulled away.  

I put my face near his and locked eyes with his.  "Ian, It's okay.  I'm only going to 
remove your pants so that you will be comfortable.  I expect that you will not 
resist me.  Do you understand?", I asked.  My stern yet calm approached 
seemed to have worked.

"Yeah, uh… I mean yes sir".  He laid flat on his back and moved his hands away 
from his crotch.  I unsnapped his blue jeans and lowered his zipper.  "Raise your 
hip", I gently ordered as I gripped his pants at the waistband and began to slowly 
lower them.  I was savoring the moment.  So much so that I know it must have 
concerned him.  His mother would never take so long to remove his pants.  As I 
was moving his pants from his hips, his white briefs underwear was beginning to 
pull down as well.  He quickly reached down and grabbed them to keep his 
private parts covered.  After getting his pants pulled down, he lowered his butt 
back down to the bed and raised his legs as I slipped his pants from his body.

I looked down at this smooth, sweet, innocent young boy in my bed only wearing 
his white underwear and a look of great concern.  As he lay staring at me, I 
began to remove my own clothing.  First my socks and then my shirt.  As a 
reached down and unbuckled my belt, he asked, "What are you doing?".  

"You don't think you're the only one that can be comfortable do you?", I 
questioned, but he didn't answer.  Unzipping my pants, I lowered them to the 
ground and stepped out.  He starred silently as my penis stood erect, trapped 
only by my boxer shorts.  As I crawled over him to enter the bed, he turned with 
his back to me.

I placed my hand on his arm and began gently rubbing.  "Don't be afraid Ian.  I 
won't do anything that will harm you."    Moving my body against his, I started 
brushing his hair with my fingers.  "Your safe with me, Ian.  I want you to learn to 
trust me.  Your parents sent you here for us to care for you, and I know you miss 
them."  I started to rub his back and shoulders.  "But, for now I am your only 
parent", I said as I reached down and kissed his head.

I continued rubbing and kissing for the next few minutes, as he lay quiet with 
eyes wide open.  I reached over and rolled him on his back.  He didn't resist.  I 
didn't expect it to be this easy.  I moved his hair back into place, and stroked his 
face, as I looked deep into his hazel eyes.  I reached down and kissed him on the 
forehead and then on the cheek.  I started rubbing his chest, and continued 
caressing his body.  I kissed the tip of his nose, and then licked my lips.  I've 
waited for this moment most of my life.

I moved my face to his, closed my eyes, and gently kissed him on the lips.  He 
was motionless and didn't kiss me back.  I knew better than to expect that.  I 
caressed his nipples as I kissed him once again.  This time I lingered with a 
gentle, yet passionate kiss.  I thought for a moment that he was trying to kiss me 
back.  I opened my eyes only to find that his were closed.

I ran my right arm under his neck so that I could have better control of him, and 
continued kissing him passionately.   He began to kiss me back, but didn't act 
like he knew how or even if he wanted too.  I kissed his neck, chest, and even his 
belly button.  I pulled him over towards me causing him to lye on his side facing 
me.  I continued kissing and caressing, and began to rub his firm bottom.  Only 
the thin white cotton underwear separated me from his boyhood.  He never 
resisted or really participated.  I took this as my signal.

I pulled his head into my chest as I embraced his body, and moved my left hand 
from his bottom to his belly.  I rubbed around his belly button, and started 
working my way to his crotch.  Keeping my hand on his briefs, I began to rub his 
penis.  As soon as I touched it he flinched.  "It's ok", I offered as I continued 
rubbing it.  I could feel that he had an erection of about 3.5 inches.

"You can't do that!  You can't touch me there!" he protested.  "I'll tell my parents 
and you'll be arrested".

As I continued rubbing his penis over his underwear I replied calmly, "Ian, I am 
the only parent you have right now, and in this country It's legal for me to do this.  
Now relax and be still".

I didn't want to freak him out so I decided not to penetrate the security of his 
underwear just yet, but I needed relief and I needed it now.    My boxers were 
already soaked with precum.  I turned him over on his belly. I moved over him as 
I positioned my penis against his bottom.  Separated by the my boxers and his 
briefs, I began to stroke my penis up and down against his buns.  I found this to 
be a little painful, so I backed off just long enough to remove my underwear.  I 
then resumed my position over his body and started stroking his crack with my 
penis.  I increased the speed with each stroke.  I could feel a surge making it's 
way through my penis.  I pumped faster and faster against his lifeless body as I 
embraced him.    I began to moan and breath heavy.

"Good boy, Ian"
"Yeah that's it son"
"Ohhh Yeah!"  I knew I was about to cum.  I pumped hard and fast.  Even though 
I was clinched onto his body, he was rocking back and forth with my strokes 
against his slightly covered bottom.

I let out a groan as the cum shot through my shaft.  I kept pumping as I shot 
about four more loads.  With sweat covering my body, I collapsed and loosened 
the tight grip I had on the boy.  I continued a slight pumping against his butt.  I 
looked down and found that my sperm had covered the sheets, his underwear, 
and the boy's lower back.

I kissed him on the head and then turned his head towards me and kissed him 
passionately on the lips again.  "You're a good boy, Ian.  A very special boy", I 
said and then fell asleep with him in my arms.

