WARNING: The following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters between preadolescents and adults. You are not authorized to read this story if reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location. The author does not condone or encourage sexual contact between adults and children, no more than a "murder mystery" writer condones murder. 

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Jackson Academy for Boys 

Chapter 7  Waking from Innocence

The morning breeze danced though the open window and began to pry me from my blissful sleep.  My dreams filled with the realization that my fantasies have moved from the realm of dream world to experiential.  After living most of my adult life, and much of my teenage years, with a hunger for forbidden fruit, I have now tasted and it was delicious.

I stretched my arms and legs wide, arching my back to stir muscles from much needed rest.  Looking down I saw my penis tenting the white bed sheet inches from my groin.  I turned to see Ian, but noticed he wasn't in the bed.  My initial instinct was that Ian had run away, but then my foggy mind reminded me that we were located on a private island.  If he did, he wouldn't get far.  Still it would not look good for me to have my first charge retuned to me by my boss.  I jumped from the bed feeling the warmth of the mid morning sunshine as it streaked across my naked body.

My heart beginning to beat in my chest, I raced across the small room to look for the boy in the bungalows' bathroom.  Not finding him, I turned and noticed a pillow and blanket on the floor.  I walked over to find the boy wrapped in a ball under the white thin blanket.  He was sleeping off the trauma of the past 24 hours.

Having been taken from his parents, and escorted to a private school for troubled boys located on a remote island would be enough for most boys.  However, Ian was too tough to be shaken by these circumstances.   Then again, that's why his parents selected Dr. Jackson's Academy.  This wasn't the first time he had been shipped off to a "special" school to do what his preoccupied parents could not.  Each time he resisted and returned home stronger and more determined to live life by his rules and not that of his parents, teachers, or other figures of authority.

Ian wasn't coo operative, however, didn't resist.  His strategy was focused on "riding it out".  His prior experiences taught him that while being subjected to structure and rules was an annoyance, he could not be forced change.  When all efforts to reform the boy were exhausted, the boy would always be returned to preferred lifestyle.

This time things were different.  Ian hadn't anticipated the events of the last few hours.  The sanctuary of his childhood had been defiled as he was forced to suck on my dick, and then held tight while I used his mouth as a pleasure ride until I launched my cum into his throat and forced him to feed on my manhood.  He retreated into his sleep only to awaken to the feel of my warm body pressing against his own.  He was surprised when my fingers entered his anus, but nothing compared to the shock as he felt the head of my penis pressing against his sphincter.  Certainly, the media and talk among the boys had educated him enough that he realized what was happening.  His psyche resisted the assault has his sphincter tightened to protect his.  When the small muscle could no longer fight the increasing pressure, his head jumped from the bed as a coyote howling at the moon.  As he determined his pleading was pointless, he grabbed two fistfuls of bed sheets and buried his face to "ride it out".  Now he lay sleeping on the floor.  

I pulled back the blanket to reveal his beautiful but restless face.  Certainly, I was growing a love for this kid.  Maybe it was appreciation for being my first.  Before Ian, my boys had been born from my imagination or internet photographs.  I reached under his arms and pulled him from his sleeping position like lifting a baby from the floor.  I sat on the bed and pulled him onto my lap as he buried his face against my neck.  He was still hiding from reality in the place of his dreams.  I sat with my arms around his curled naked body and caressed his back and smooth bottom.  As my hand ran across his crack near his anus, I could feel the dried sperm that had leaked from his bottom while he slept.  He was somewhat spoiled from our therapy sessions.  As I buried my face into his neck and shoulder, I gently kissed him while my erection regained its prominent position.  I noticed that he smelled from both the dried sweat and sperm.

After a few tender moments, I slipped him onto the bed to continue his sleep and moved to the bathroom to pee.  I turned on the water to fill the antique claw foot bathtub that sat outside the small bathroom.  At first glance, I thought it odd to have the bathtub as part of the main room in the bungalow.  Other than the toilet, everything was in the one room.
As the water continued t fill, I returned to the bed and pulled the sleeping boy to sit him up.  Reaching under his arms again, I pulled him to his feet as he began to wake.  Moving from my support to steady himself, he raised his arms high to stretch as he stiffened his body and rose to the ball of his feet.  I braced his arm as he stumbled to prevent him from falling.  He relaxed his body and peered out from his sleep to open his eyes ever so slight.  

"Good Morning." I offered.  He didn't acknowledge.  I smiled at him and continued, "Let's go to the bathroom".  I led him to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet.  He leaned forward as the steady stream rushed into the small pool of water.  He tensed his hips to squirt out the last of the urine and looked up as if asking for permission to get up.  "Do you need to do anything else?" I asked.  he shook his head to indicate he didn't need to poop.
I reached down and took him by the arm and led him to the bathtub as I grabbed a towel along the way.  "We both need to clean up", I said as I stepped into the tub and reached over for him.  He stood there and looked at me with his brow wrinkled with concern.  "Get in", I said gently yet it was clear I wasn't asking.  He grabbed my arm and stepped into the tub with me.  I sat and placed my back against the deep tub and then stretched out my legs as he stood between them.  "Please turn off the water?" I asked.  He complied and turned to look at me, not sure about what to do next.  I reached my hand towards him and instructed him to sit down.  He did and I positioned him with his back leaning against me.

I brushed water over his arms and shoulders and caressed him.  He was certain to feel the erection growing against his back.  I continued by kissing his neck and holding him in my arms.  I could look out the back of the room and see the surf gently moving back and forth onto the beach as I enjoyed both the beauty of this place and this boy.  
