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 The Director: Part 3 - Jamie's Good Night
   By Romany
   (M/b, oral, anal)
  
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   Continued from Chapter 2.
   Oakmeadow Children's Home - somewhere in northern England, 1995.
   The finding of the file on Simon Spradley opened on Noeline's desk had
so unnerved Carlson he decided to go home early.  The day had been one of
mixed emotions.  The exhilaration of the spontaneous sex with both the new
boy Jamie and the hard little nut Carla, was now somewhat tempered by the
thought that somebody may be scrutinizing the records of a past resident
whom Carlson had abused.  Not just in isolation either.  Simon Spradley had
been somewhat of a pet of Carlson's and the sexual contact had continued
most of the time the boy was in residence; ending only when he and his
sister were eventually fostered out.
   Back at his flat Carlson sat brooding in an armchair with a large glass
of scotch.  Why had Noeline taken that file in particular out?  It had a
number of forged release forms for when Carlson had allegedly taken the boy
out from the home to visit potential foster parents.  That was false.  The
boy was basically the star attraction at secret soir�es Carlson had
arranged with one or two local dignitaries; all well versed in discretion
and secrecy.  It was more than a little disturbing to think somebody may
well be digging into the past this way.  He couldn't think why Noeline
herself would check an ex-resident's file, unless a query had come from the
social services people.  After sitting in near darkness mulling things
over, Carlson decided he would go out for something to eat, rather than
cook for himself.  He hadn't changed from his suit attire he normally wore
at Oakmeadow so he decided to treat himself at the Hotel Grand Restaurant
for a change.  Arriving at the hotel he made his way to the house bar and
ordered a large gin and tonic.  It was while he was waiting for his drink
that he was clapped on the shoulder.
   "Mr.  Director," a deep voice came from behind him.
   Carlson turned and saw it was Alderman Wesley Stape.  Carlson had jumped
as the hand grabbed his shoulder and the large man laughed heartily at
giving Carlson a fright.
   "Did you think it was the long arm of the law?" Stape laughed.
   "I must say you did give me a fright," Carlson laughed in response to
the embarrassment he must have appeared shocked at the hand descending on
his shoulder.
   "So I saw," laughed Stape.  "How have you been?" he continued amiably.
   "Oh, can't complain," Carlson answered.  "And you."
   "Much as always," Stape replied.  "Council business and running a
building company keep me busy," he said and beckoned the barman.
   Carlson stood patiently waiting for Stape to place his order.  When the
barman had left to get their drinks, Stape turned to Carlson.
   "What brings you out tonight?" he asked jovially.
   "Oh just didn't feel like cooking," Carlson said with a smile.  "Thought
I'd shout myself a slap-up."
   "My thoughts exactly," Stape said.  "My Edna has gone to her sisters for
the weekend, thank goodness."
   "Thank goodness?" Carlson asked a little bemused at Stape's apparent
slight on his buxom wife.
   "Yes...rather that than her dimwitted sister visit us as she often
does," he chuckled.  "And I couldn't contemplate cooking.  Can't even cook
an egg if it comes down to it," he added with a chuckle.
   "Well join me then," Carlson said with a smile.
   "By jove I will," Stape said enthusiastically.
   With the dinner date agreed, both men took there drinks from the barman
and Carlson motioned Stape to the dining room.  It was empty.  The place
had declined somewhat in recent times and patronage was slow early in the
week.  They seated themselves at a table and relaxed with the menus already
on the table.  They read the menu in silence and then Carlson put the menu
down and sat and looked at Stape.
   "So you're batching are you?" he said smiling at the big man.
   "For nearly a week," the Alderman said ruefully.  "Have to fend for
myself.  Not much good at foraging," he added with a chuckle.  "I suspect
it's no big deal for you though," he said acknowledging Carlson as a
bachelor.
   "I get by," Carlson chuckled.  "I can make quite a good meal if I have
to."
   "So how are things at Oakmeadow," Stape asked looking intently at
Carlson.  "Any interesting poor unfortunates I should know about.
   Stape served on the council's social services committee which oversaw
community funding that Oakmeadow enjoyed as part of a community cares
programme for at-risk children.
   "None worth mentioning," Carlson said guardedly.
   "Oh...great pity," Stape said looking disappointed at Carlson answer.
   He quickly corrected himself realising it shouldn't be a pity there were
no unfortunate newcomers to the home.
   "I mean...it's a blessing really," he said trying to retrieve what he
felt might be perceived as a gaffe.
   Carlson smiled and nodded at Stapes correction.  Having been involved
with Stape in some nefarious goings on in the past, Carlson knew exactly
what Alderman Stape was hinting at.  Were there any girls or boys with whom
Stape may be interested in meeting in intimate circumstances?  Carlson had
come to know full well that Stape was one step shy of being a pedophile. 
Not that there was any suggestion as such in the public arena.  Alderman
Stape was seen as a hardworking local body politician with an impeccable
record.  But Carlson had seen Stape in a degenerate frame of mind at first
hand.  Not that Carlson was any better, although he had justified his
weakness for some years.  As Director of Oakmeadow Children's Home he
blithely saw himself as exempt from normal decency where the children were
concerned; believing his good work with the children offset his
peccadilloes with one or two who he found interest in.  But he'd decided
there was something less wholesome about Alderman Wesley Stape, where
children were concerned.  Such that Carlson felt he was somehow a lot
better than Stape in that regard.  The truth was that both men had an
odious lust for pubescent children; boys or girls.
   "Oh...by the way," Stape began carefully.  "Are you aware that council
has engaged a new pension fund consultant?  It appears that our pensions
may get a five to seven percent lift as a matter of reinvestment," he said
studying Carlson's face.
   "Really," Carlson said somewhat disinterestedly.  "What has that to do
with me?"
   "Well, it could be possible that council may extend the benefits to
peripheral employees..." and Stape paused for dramatic effect.  "Such as
the likes of yourself and the permanent staff of Oakmeadow.
   Carlson eyebrows shot up at the news.
   "Really?" he asked, suddenly very interested.
   "It's not a foregone conclusion," Stape said.  "But councilor Fred
Winslow and I both feel we should include the extended council employee
family.  Which of course includes Oakmeadow by virtue of the funding
subsidies from council.  Oakmeadow is a de facto council subsidiary of
sorts," he said noting Carlson's new interest.
   "Oh...so it's not definite then?" Carlson said; a hint of disappointment
in his voice.
   He had accrued a tidy little nest egg in his current pension plan. 
Adding another five to seven percent to it would not go amiss.
   "Well it certainly can be added to the agenda at the next meeting.  I
know Fred will second my motion, and I do have a way of getting what I want
with council...as you well know," he said looking confident.
   "Yes...yes you do Wesley," Carlson said warmly; complimenting Stape on
his known success rate at pushing issues through the council.
   Stape took a drink of his whiskey and looked at Carlson; noting the
Director looking rather pleased with what he had just heard.
   "So...back to my opening question," Stape began carefully, and leaned
closer to Carlson.  "Any interesting new additions to the Oakmeadow
family."
   Carlson sat staring at Stape catching the man's inference.  Stape had
effectively said `I've laid out a carrot with the pension, you come up with
a better answer than there is no interesting children at the home.' Carlson
heard it loud and clear and feigned pondering the question; and after a few
moments he spoke.
   "There may be one, perhaps two.  Unusual cases," he began.
   "I'm intrigued my dear fellow...enlighten me," Stape said leaning in;
barely containing his glee he had jogged Carlson to identify someone who
may be of interest.
   Stape had learned many years ago that there must always be quid pro quo
if somebody wanted something.
   "Yes...a boy and a girl.  Not related.  Both arrived at different times.
Both had been in, shall we say, unwholesome relationships with their
previous caregivers.  Relationships that were discovered...and well
documented on file," he said, feigning concern at the situations.  "Tragic
cases of terrible breaches of trust by the caregivers, who are now under
some duress from the authorities."
   "Tragic," Stape said feigning concern.  "A boy and a girl?  How old are
these unfortunate children?"
   "Both twelve years old," Carlson said, watching Stape's face.
   The man was almost drooling; barely able to contain himself from licking
his lips.  Carlson was well aware the man's taste had no prejudice for boy
or girl.  It was the age and the vulnerability that excited the man. 
Carlson knew that full well.  He'd seen it first hand.
   "As you know," Stape began carefully; studying Carlson's face as he
began speaking.  "I chair the social services committee.  I oversee the
grants to Oakmeadow.  It might be helpful if I became acquainted with these
cases you mention.  Give me a better insight into the social carnage we
deal with...to take back to committee," he said seriously.
   Carlson caught his meaning.
   "It could be arranged," he said feigning careful consideration of
Stape's proposition.  "I could introduce you to these unfortunates.  Not
together of course...maybe individually perhaps..." he added.
   "That sounds an excellent suggestion," Stape said, delighted with
Carlson's suggestion.  "We could take the child, whichever one, out for a
day's outing perhaps," he said raising his eyebrows in question at his
suggestion.  "A treat of sorts for the poor unfortunate," he said, pleased
Carlson had got his drift.
   "What do you suggest?" Carlson asked, knowing full well Stape would have
some contingency for such a meeting.
   "Well...let's see," Stape began slowly.  "My brother's parents-in-law
have a small cottage at Hanley Wells.  Edna and I have used it once or
twice.  Lovely place, near the Regis River.  Perhaps I could see if it is
available, say this weekend.  We could treat the boy...or the girl to a
visit to the country," Stape said smiling at Carlson.
   Carlson knew the cottage.  It was where they had taken Simon Spradley
once under an almost identical precept.  Stape was walking through the plan
trying to act as if the previous liaison had never happened.  Carlson had
in fact anticipated almost exactly what Stape went on to suggest.
   "That sounds perfect," Carlson said with a smile.  "Which of the
children would you like to meet first?" he said taking a sip of his drink.
   "The unfortunate girl...I think...yes the girl," Stape said.  "I have a
soft spot for young girls and the pressures they face at such an awkward
time in their life," he said with mock sincerity.
   Carlson smiled wryly at Stape.  Stape knew girls were often less willing
than boys to cooperate with lustful middle age men, whereas boys tended to
be more willing; driven by a budding libido that wasn't as strong in girls.
Young girls often had boys on the brain and acted provocatively with the
growing awareness of their budding sexuality; but often that was more their
need to be seen as a centre of attention rather than driven by overt sexual
feelings as was the case with boys.  Any boy with an erection and idle time
had a powerful stimulus for his budding sexuality.  So any girl already
disposed to sexual association with adults was a rarity that was too good
to be overlooked.
   "I'll see what I can do," he smiled knowingly at Stape.
   "And rest assured I will vigorously promote your inclusion in the new
pension plan," Stape said with a sly grin, knowing they had a deal.
   The waitress appeared at the table to take their order.  Carlson looked
at her and thought she looked familiar.
   I'm so sorry I'm late gentleman," she began; somewhat flustered she had
missed the two men come in and sit down in the otherwise deserted dining
room.  "Mr.  Carlson?" the waitress said looking down at him; clearly
recognising him.  "From Oakmeadow?"
   "Yes," Carlson said staring at the girl of about eighteen; thin and with
dank shoulder length brown hair.
   "Sally Spradley," she said indicating herself with the pen she held with
her order pad.  "My brother Simon and I were at Oakmeadow a few years
back," she said with a smile.
   Carlson felt a pang of concern.  For the second time today Simon
Spradley's name came up.  And this time from the boy's sister, who Carlson
recalled was a year younger.
   "Oh...yes...that's right, I remember," he said trying to be nonchalant
about his recall.
   It was Simon Spradley he and Stape had had a rather debauched afternoon
with at the cottage Stape had mentioned earlier.  He doubted Stape would
remember the boy's name but for Carlson, this was all too coincidental and
a little worrisome.
   "How is Simon?" Carlson asked quickly.
   "He's in the army.  Joined straight out of school," Sally answered.
   "Splendid," Carlson said, and Stape nodded his agreement.  "And you
Sally...what are you up to?"
   "I'm at college, though we're on term holidays just now.  Just doing a
few days here to help the student loan," she said with a smile.
   "Excellent...pleased to see you are obviously getting on," Carlson said
now feeling a little better.  "And Simon as well."
   The niceties dispensed with, Sally took their orders and the rest of the
evening passed convivially, with both men parting about ten o'clock; with
Carlson promising to get back to Stape later that week.  Carlson started to
drive home but he thought about the deal he had with Stape for the coming
weekend.  He had tentatively earmarked Scots Jamie and Carla as the likely
candidates.  He would rather Stape had opted for the boy as Carla was less
certain; the girl having a penchant for being unruly.  Carlson thought of
the malleable young Scots boy he had seduced in his office and he thought
fondly of the boy.  Before he realized he was heading in the direction of
Oakmeadow.  When he realised he had missed the turn to off to his flat, he
drove on to the children's home.  Parking the car on the street to ensure
it wasn't seen in the parking lot.  Carlson could get into the building
undetected after hours with ease.  Mrs.  Hartnell the house mistress would
be well in bed as would all of the children.  The night security guard only
worked from Thursdays so he could walk about the darkened complex with
relative impunity at being discovered.  He paused in the darkened corridor
and looked along it.  The medical room was half way along and he walked
quietly to the door and took out his keys.  He let himself in and with only
a small desk lamp going, he found what he was looking for in a small drawer
under the bench; a tube of KY lubricant.  He left the room as he found it
and turning the light out, slipped out into the corridor and locked the
door.  At the end of the corridor and a short zigzag left and right, were
two guest rooms.  Knowing the Scots boy Jamie was temporarily bunked in one
of the rooms usually used by family or guests.  Carlson walked quietly
along the corridor.  The guest rooms were for chaperones or social workers
for special needs children; usually very young children or with deep seated
psychological issues.  When such children arrived, it was helpful to have a
trusted adult or health professional to help settle them in so these were
two such rooms set aside for guests at such times.  Carlson walked quickly
to the room he knew Jamie was in and tried the door.  It was locked.  These
rooms had simple button locks on the handle to allow guests some modicum of
privacy and security.  He tapped lightly on the door.
   "Jamie," he called softly.  "Jamie...are you awake?"
   He tried the handle and after a few moments he heard the boy's voice.
   "Who is it?" came the muffled Scots accent.
   "Director Carlson," Carlson answered.  "Open the door please."
   He heard the lock click and the door slowly opened.  The boy had turned
on a lamp on the small table by the bed.  Carlson stepped inside and smiled
warmly at the boy who was dressed in a pair of faded pajamas.
   "Had you been asleep?" Carlson said smiling at the boy.
   "No...not quite...just dozing," the boy answered, looking at Carlson
curiously; wondering why he was here.
   "Oh...good I didn't wake you then," Carlson said staring intently at the
boy.  "I wanted to see you...see you were settled in," he said and slowly
he loosened his tie and removed it; looking knowingly at the boy.
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   Carlson fucked Jamie twice before leaving near two thirty.  After
removing his tie and folding his suit coat on a chair inside the door, he
walked to the boy and took his face gently in his hands.
   "I enjoyed meeting you this afternoon," he said softly.  "And I think
you enjoyed meeting me too."
   Jamie swallowed and a nervous grin flashed his face.
   "Yes sir...I did," he said looking at Carlson.
   "Well I think you know what to do Jamie," Carlson said with a sly smile.
   Jamie swallowed and a wan smile came to his face.
   "Yes sir," he said quietly.
   Jamie brushed the front of Carlson's pants and then squeezed the
Director's hardening cock.
   "Good boy Jamie...we have some time together you and me," the Director
muttered in a husky voice; already affected by the boy's gentle fondling of
his cock.
   Jamie fondled Carlson's cock through his suit trousers as Carlson
removed his shirt.  The boy looked at the middle aged Carlson's athletic
body.  He had liked the Director instantly on arrival that afternoon.  He
had allowed himself to be seduced; rather dangerously so with Carlson's
secretary somewhere close at hand.  Carlson discarded his shirt on top of
his suit jacket and then opened his belt and flies.  Jamie paused while
Carlson removed his pants; kicking his dress shoes off as he did so.  He
stood in a pair of boxer shorts; the boy gazing longingly at the tented
front of the shorts.  Carlson slowly lowered the waistband and his erect
cock sprung out.  Jamie uttered a small sob and squatted in front of the
Director.  Stroking the big cock lovingly with a hand, he stared at it and
marveled at the definite upward curve; the length and girth of the man's
cock was inviting.  The boy slipped his mouth over the cock and began to
suck it as he jacked it with his hand.  Carlson smiled at the boy's instant
surrender to sex.  He stroked the boy`s hair and fondled his earlobes. 
Jamie was no stranger to sex.  He had had a strong sexual relationship with
the husband of the previous couple who had fostered him.  The wife
eventually suspecting something was not right between her husband and the
boy and had brought an end to Jamie being able to stay there.  The
fostering discontinued on a weak pretext they felt the boy was too old and
they preferred a younger child.  Jamie was so expert sucking Carlson that
the Director had to stop the boy from his work; chuckling softly and
praising the young Scots boy for his oral prowess.
   "I'd like to finish in a different manner," Carlson said softly and bid
the boy to stand.
   Jamie stood full of excitement; aroused by the man's gentle fingertips
on his hair, neck and ears.  Carlson felt for the boy's cock through the
thin cotton of the pajama pants and smiled as he felt the boy was erect. 
He slid the pajama pants down and stood for a few minutes masturbating
Jamie.  The boy clinging to Carlson big cock and sighing and gasping as the
man's manicured hands flicked expertly over his small cock and wanked him.
Jamie came quickly and hard; sagging at the knees, and he had to put a hand
back and steady himself on the side of the single bed.  Carlson chuckled
and smiled at the boy; feeling the boy's thin ejaculate running over the
thumb and back of his hand.  He held the hand to Jamie's face and the boy
obediently licked his own cum from Carlson's hand.
   "Good boy," Carlson murmured.  "Now on the bed...on your hands and knees
I think," he said casually.
   As Jamie kneeled on the bed with his forehead on the pillow, Carlson
retrieved the tube of KY from his suit pants pocket and went back to the
boy and squirted an amount of the gel onto his fingers.  For three or four
minutes, Carlson lovingly lubed the boy's tight arse.  Pushing the gel into
his rectum and gently manipulating the sphincter to loosen the boy up; all
the while Jamie sighing and gasping in enjoyment as Carlson sodomised him
with his fingers.  When Carlson was confident Jamie was suitably greased
and slicked with KY, he wiped the residue of the KY on his cock; still rock
hard and jutting from his shorts flies.  He slipped the shorts off and
knelt on the bed behind the boy.  Penetration was deliberate and without
much discomfort to the boy.  He was well used to taking an adult cock in
his tight arse and he pushed slightly as if taking a crap and this allowed
Carlson big cock to slide easily in the greased tunnel.  Taking Jamie's
hips in his hands, Carlson proceeded to fuck the boy expertly.  Leaning
over the boy's back as his hips moved back and forwards obscenely.  Fucking
the boy to the point of orgasm and slowing and holding himself deep inside
the hot tunnel.  Once he had subdued the rising ejaculation, Carlson began
fucking the kid in slow deliberate deep strokes again.  He worked this
build up and slow down tactic for at least fifteen minutes; all the while
Jamie grunting and groaning in enjoyment at being ploughed by an adult's
cock.  Eventually Carlson missed his control and the nagging feeling he was
building to blow ran from has groin through his cock clamped tight by
Jamie's tight arse.  Gasping as he felt the surge, Carlson grabbed the boy
under his midriff with one arm and humped urgently at the kid; skewering
him deep.  Jamie gasped at the sudden surge of vigor from Carlson and
reared up on his hands so his back was horizontal.  Carlson shoved in hard
at the boy and finally came hard; spewing his copious blasts of cum deep
into the boy's bowel.
   They rested for nearly an hour or so; the two lying side by side on the
single bed.  Jamie held Carlson's cock as if it was some kind of security
toy for him.  Carlson eventually moved his hand to the boy's as a signal
for Jamie to resume foreplay and after the boy stroked the flaccid cock
back to a hard erection once more, Carlson rolled over the boy and
straddled his chest.  Jamie reached for the big cock and bent it down;
taking it into his mouth.  Carlson crouched over the boy, supporting his
weight on the bed head, and fucked the boy's face.  Jamie eventually
trusting his control with his lips to keep the cock captured as Carlson
fucked it in and out; and the boy wrapped his arms around the man's back.
Occasionally Carlson felt a surge of excitement and pushed deeper, causing
the boy to gag as the cock-head nudged his throat.  Eventually Carlson
tired of this and he slipped the cock from Jamie's mouth and slid down the
boy's body.  He sank back on his haunches and lifted Jamie's thin legs high
and wide.  The boy shimmied down a little and Carlson let one leg rest on
his shoulder as he took his cock and negotiated the short distance to
Jamie's crotch.  The boy lifted his hips and held his butt cheeks apart and
Carlson skewered the boy's greasy hole a second time; slick with the
residue of KY and Carlson's cum from the previous fuck.  Carlson on his
knees hunched into the boy and fucked the kid quickly in the missionary
position; like a girl.  Slowing and speeding up; enjoying the fuck
immensely and reveling in the domination he had over the boy.  Conscious
the young Scot loved cock in his arse.  The boy's willingness well
documented in his file.  Carlson bent the boy' legs back so the knees were
beside the kid's head; the young preteen being supple and limber.  Hunched
over the kid with his hands under the boy's buttocks, Carlson fucked
himself to a second delirious orgasm; spilling his seed deep inside the
boy's welcoming body for a third time in twenty four hours.  When Carlson
had arisen for work the day before, he never knew this boy existed.  It was
some seven hours to getting up time this day and he'd fucked the kid three
delicious times since his arrival.  He wanked the kid once more before
leaving.  The boy was lying naked toying with his erection while watching
the man dressing.  It was an afterthought but Carlson obliged by sitting on
the bed and slowly wanking the kid's hard little cock.  He watched with
amusement as the boy's thin ejaculate spurted into the air and land on his
legs; some hitting the bed sheet between them.  Jamie gasped and groaned in
joy; a goofy smile on his face.
   "That was brilliant," he sighed.
   Carlson left Jaime to put his pajamas back on and slipped from the room.
He returned the tube of KY to the medical room drawer and slipped out of
the building top drive home.  It had been an eventful day.  For the
remainder of the week, Carlson stole back into Oakmeadow after ten o'clock
each night and fucked Jamie.  Reminding the boy before leaving on the
Friday night, that he would be moved to the boy's dormitory at the weekend.
Now he had met the other boys, his need for quiet isolation to settle in
had gone.  Carlson was somewhat saddened Jamie had to go in with the other
boys.  He had enjoyed the solitude and being able to fuck the boy without
fear of discovery.  Jamie was so compliant and genuinely loved Carlson
fucking him.  Carlson reflected that all things change and he couldn't keep
Jamie apart any longer; as house mistress Mrs.  Hartnell would wonder why
the boy was receiving apparent special attention.  Carlson did not want the
nosy woman's suspicions to become aroused.  Ensuring the protection and
proprietary of the children was after all, her first priority.  It was
Carlson's as well.
   To be continued in Part 4...
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