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Chapter 10

Of course Jane wasn't the only child who had been at the Youth Advantage Agency and she wasn't the only gender. Other children came and went while she was there, and one of those who came was a young man, little more than a boy, named Tim Holmstead. He was ^very close to Jane's age, but even more innocent about life than she had been on her arrival. He had curly black hair, pleasant features, and sturdily slim body that was just beginning to take on the characteristics of the male adult. This intelligent, good-looking, innocent boy was an orphan rather than a prospective foster child, having lost both his rather elderly parents in a tragic automobile crash. Like Jane, Tim arrived at the Agency cold and hungry and very frightened, with his future in the hands of utter strangers. Unlike Jane, however, he was welcomed and admitted by Nurse Frye, for Nurse Frye liked boys like him in her strange way, she liked them very much…

Nurse Frye knew she'd like this boy in particular. She knew it from the way he stood on the scales with his little white butt sticking out and with his hands crossed primly over his pecker and balls. She could tell she'd like him when he was first admitted, because of how wide open his eyes were. And they'd gotten wider still when she'd patted him on his shoulder and said, "Go ahead, dear. It's perfectly all right. Take off all your clothes so I can examine you before we find a lovely new home for you. Every stitch."

Despite his best efforts at modesty, she'd gotten a good look at his prick as he undressed. Nurse Frye always enjoyed that first sight of a fresh new prick, one that was all hers for a while, one that would never be quite the same once she got done with it. This boy, Tim, had a nice prick. It was very white and small, shorter and not much fatter than his finger, and graced with a foreskin so tight and pointed that it was just possible it might never have been fully drawn back to expose the rosebud head hidden within. She felt nice and warm and itchy all over, from the palms of her hands to the fatty lips of her twat as she looked sidelong at it, secretly smiling as she looked into his future.

“A hundred and twelve pounds," she announced when he was up on the scales, still shivering though she'd already turned up the heat in the examining room. "Now come over here, get up on the table, and we'll test your reflexes."

Still his hands remained closed before his darling little prick as he came off the scales and walked hesitantly to the forbiddingly long black table. From her seat at the desk, Nurse Frye got a glimpse of it flopping upward as he jumped up and sat on the leather, then again it was hidden under his hands and between his clasped thighs. She got up, smiling her motherly best, and came toward him. He looked so deliciously big-eyed frightened that she wanted to say Boo! to him and make him jump, but he'd be jumping to other tunes before long.

From the shelf under the table she took a small rubber mallet, and with this in hand she said, "Cross your legs, Timmy, for the knee tap test."

He quickly did so. What a nice, compliant boy he was! She tap, tap, tapped first one knee, then the other, and he stiffly responded in perfectly normal fashion, not that she cared. She ran some other tests on him, all involving at least some physical contact with him, and all the while she spoke to him warmly, soothingly, instilling both trust and respect for her into their budding relationship. He breathed an audible sigh of relief when she put aside the stethoscope she shared with Mr. Scantland and picked up a clipboard.

"Measles? Chicken pox? Pneumonia? Broken bones?" She went down the list ticking them off on the clipboard as he answered, and the tone of her voice changed as she said, "How often do you masturbate?"

He choked and blushed and squirmed his fists into his lap, and again he couldn't answer when she repeated the question. She laid the clipboard beside him and said, "Please answer the question, Tim. How often do you masturbate? Do you do it once a day, once a week, three time a day, ten times a day? Don't be embarrassed to tell me. We've got to know."

He tried to answer and failed, and before he could try again she laid a warm hand on his tensed little shoulder and said, "Perhaps you don't understand the clinical term. What I'm talking about is your playing with yourself, jerking off, jacking off, abusing yourself. I'm sure you know what I mean, Tim."

"I don't… do it at all," he squeaked, and though she was delighted by his answer, she cocked her head and said, "You mustn't lie to me, Tim. It will-go hard against you if you do."

"I don't do it!" he said, near tears in his embarrassment "I swear on my mother's honor I don't!"

What a find this one was!

Again the practiced, questioning look, and Nurse Frye said, "And you're twelve whole years old? Hmm. You do get erections, don't you? I mean, your penis does get stiff at times other than when you have to urinate? We'd just better see. We'd just best find out for ourselves," she said, and off her shelf came a sheaf of glossy photographs of the type that still are not to be found in the magazine racks of your corner liquor store.

He gave a start as if he'd been shot when she showed him the first one, a photo of a partially clothed, big-busted blonde gazing lustfully down at a stark naked lad who was deeply involved in licking her cunt. "This is a picture of the act of cunnilingus, of course," she said, "and looking at it is often enough to help a normal boy of your age have an erection. Put your hands at your sides, please, so I can see what reaction it has on you."

He very reluctantly did as she told him, and there was his little pecker, peeping up out of his clasped thighs like a beautifully surrealistic little worm, still soft as could be.

She showed him another picture, this one considerably blander, of the screen's leading sex queen clad in extremely exotic lingerie. He settled down a little as he saw the familiar face, but his pecker remained flaccid, as it should have at this point, and his general revulsion for what he saw in the picture remained.

There followed picture after picture, with Nurse Frye commenting on every one, and after a dozen or so of these the boy was able to look at each new shot without flinching, and was even showing a morbid interest in the anatomy of the naked female and in what outlandish things the female could do with the naked male. She showed him pictures of girls and girls together and of boys and boys together and of gloriously entangled sex orgies until he was almost to the point of looking forward to the next photo to be shown, and then when he was just about to really react to them all she set them aside and shook her her head and said, "I'm very much afraid there might be something wrong with you… sexually. Something that might make you, well, difficult to place in a foster home."

"I'd have to stay here?" he said, eyes tragically wide.

"Or in some other institution* Until you're all right. Until your condition changes," she said, and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder again, and slid it smoothly back and forth, up and down his back. "Look at the pictures some more. They should help you and I'll try to help you and we'll just see if your penis can get nice and stiff."

He frowned and tried to squirm away from her caressing hand, and he said, "I don't want to look at 'em any more. They're too weird."

"And I'm sure you don't want to stay in a place like this for the rest of your life either. Look at them, Timmy. If you're any sort of a normal boy I'm sure you'll come to enjoy pictures like these. And I'll try to help you. Hm? Just lie down and look at them one more time, dear. And spread your legs apart. That's right."

He lay on his side, head propped up on his hand, to look at them. He was scowling but his interest was there, and he was no longer so embarrassed about exposing his private parts. With one leg crooked up, his beautiful little prick and his tight little sac of nuts were laid completely bare and open. Nurse Frye was hard pressed to keep from just grabbing his pretties, especially with the added stimulus of all those hot pictures right there before her. She'd always liked dirty pictures. Even pin-up girls pictures helped turn her on, and even the most familiar ones of her very extensive collection still retained the capacity for making her nipples get stiff and her cunt get wet. Her nipples and cunt were that way now, but it was the proximity of this beautiful and beautifully innocent boy that was doing it even more than the pictures were. She smoothed her hand up and down his inner thigh, saw his prick give its first discernible twitch, and had herself a nice little orgasmic tingle. She had it again the first time she curled her hand around his warm, soft pecker.

There was concern in his eyes as he looked up at her and she said, "I do believe it's starting to get just a little hard. That's good. Does it feel… " She smiled. "… weird?"

He took a deep breath and fidgetted on the leather table and she nodded reassuringly and softly kneaded the delightful handful she had at her disposal. His prick was definitely getting stiffer now. Perhaps he was getting off to the first really sexual hardon of his life, and she was doing it, and she felt proud.

"Beautiful girls. Sexy girls in these pictures," she warmly murmured, and turned another photo over for him, this of a gorgeous girl deep into orgasm, sitting on the face of a burly, stiff-cocked man very obviously enjoying himself to the hilt. "Your pecker feels as if it might be as big as his some day," she said, and indeed, it had already grown to twice its former size in her expertly moving hand.

This embarrassed him anew, and he tried to close his legs and squirm away from her, but she laughed and pushed them open again, made him gasp by drawing his foreskin down a little way, and she said, "Don't worry. The door's locked. We're all alone. And you're starting to enjoy yourself.

"Look at your prick now, Tim. It's just as hard as it can be. That proves you're at least part way normal. Mmm, and doesn't it feel good when I play with it like this? Of course it does. Now you play with it a little. Show me how you like to play with it to make it feel best. It's all right. Go ahead," she said, removing her hand with greatest reluctance. "All boys jerk themselves off at times and it's time you got started at it."

His hand was tense and trembling as it traveled to his loins. His prick was sticking up very straight, pink bulb trying hard to poke out of its stretched foreskin. He curled his hand around it and gave it a few little jerks and squeezes, red-faced as he could be, while Nurse Frye stood right there at his side, smiling her encouragement and tingling everywhere in her body with great, lustful hunger for every bit of this homeless waif. Clumsily masturbating, getting hotter all the time, he moved restlessly on the table, looking from her to the dirty pictures to himself and back again. He sighed and let his hand fall away when she reached out for him again.

"Your foreskin's too tight. That's the real trouble," she said, and forthwith produced a jar of Vaseline from under the table. "This will soften it, let your little prick grow like it should, and it'll feel good, Timmy, real good."

She smeared on just the right amount. In instants it was at body temperature and just the right consistency for allowing his bone-hard prick to slip through her encircling hand. At each stroke now the bulbous little head of his prick was making a larger appearance through his stretching foreskin, and at each of these strokes he was getting more excited. She helped him along.

"The girls in the pictures are pretty, aren't they. And they're having a good time. They just love to have their titties played with and sucked on and kissed. And the men love to do it. The men know what that will do to the girls. It'll make their pussies all hot and sweet and kissable and ready for fucking. Know what fucking feels like, Timmy?"

"Huh-uh," he said, wide-eyed, hanging on her every word now, just as he was waiting for every smallest movement of her hand.

"It feels a lot like what you're feeling now, but better, warmer. A woman's cunt is a beautiful thing. It fits around a man's big stiff cock just right, once it's ready for it. And the best way to get it ready for fucking is to kiss is, suck it. Men love to do that. Don't worry. I'll show you how if you'd like," she said, and. he swallowed hard, and he looked a little sick. "Oh!" he gasped, as at last Nurse Frye pulled his foreskin all the way back, popping the little bulb completely out of its protective sheath.

"It's all right. That's fine," she said, very gently massaging the extremely sensitive flesh with the well-lubricated balls of her fingers, easing away any pain, bringing him to a new level of excitement.

She worked his foreskin up and down, ever stretching it. He was on his back by then, fine little body twitching and jerking with feelings certainly miraculous to him. He'd knocked some of the pictures to the floor in his excitement but others she held up before his sex-glazed eyes, still commenting on them as she gave him a hand job he'd never forget for as long as he lived.

"Feeling good, Timmy? Feel better. I know you can. I want you to. I want you to feel just as good as the men in the pictures feel while they're kissing their sweethearts and sucking on their tits and fucking them and eating their lovely hot pussies. Look at this picture. Look at the look on his face. Nothing like it in the world, to really feel good. I'm getting a little hot myself, just talking about it," she said, and set the picture down, and smiled down on him while she used that hand to squeeze and fondle her bosomy big tits through her snowy white uniform while he watched dumb-struck, longing.

She laughed and bent over his loins, blew her warm breath over his reaching prick, then sent him into a frenzy of writhing by using both hands to massage all through his open and super-sensitized crotch, buttocks and asshole and balls and prick and everything. He didn't know it but she had him close to cumming, and while he was in this delirious state she bent down again and kissed him on the lips.

"Tastes nice. Tastes like more," she murmured, bent down over his face, veil of red hair all around him to soften her coarse, wrinkled features. "Tastes like a lot more," she said, and lowered her mouth on him again, pried his lips open with her tongue, and delved deep to taste his sweet innocence as deeply as she could.

Her excitement got the better of her for a. moment and she clamped her Vaselined hand on his jaw, turned him toward her, and hissed, "Breathe through your nose, dammit!"

She kissed him again and returned to jacking him off, and now he held still for it. She closed her eyes and let all the good feelings flow and gush in her as she mashed her rouged lips on his, opened his mouth again, and inserted her blunt-pointed tongue. He was panting through his nostrils as he tried to push it away with all he had for this job, his own tongue, and she easily held him there till their tongues were fencing and he was enjoying his first French kiss. The crotchband of her panties was sopped and her cuntlips and clit were throbbing deeply when she backed off to murmur to him, fetid breath hot against his panting mouth.

"French kissing, that's almost as nice as eating cunt. Yes, you're getting to be a normal boy. Let's see if you can cum. Shall we? Hm? Don't be afraid. Just feel good. I'll do it all for you. Just think about all the pretty girls in the pictures. Just let yourself go. Think about fucking them all and sucking their tits, kissing 'em like we kissed, and eating their pussies. Suck on my tongue, my own little Timmy, and feel good, feel good!"

She mashed her mouth on his and he sucked on what she gave him. She got smooth with her cock-strokes now, and rapid too. The spiraling ascent of his excitement was thoroughly thrilling to her and she didn't pause a bit now, letting it rise and rise, forcing it ever upward, holding him there under the weight of her mouth and her hands until he'd uttered an anguished cry and his prick was jerking very hard in her hand, spurting hot little jets of virgin jizm up her arm and on her shoulder and in her hair while she stabbed him with her tongue and sucked on his and squeezed her trembling thighs together as hard as she could.

"Mmmf! Nnnng! Nnnnmmf!" She wouldn't let him utter anything more than muffled goans till she'd pumped all his semen out of him and made him feel better than ever he had in his life before. Still she went on kissing him in that overwhelming manner as again she massaged all through his very hot little crotch. She needed a cum so badly she could taste it, but there'd be plenty of those if she trained him right, and she would. Now she just kept on with her French kiss and her hand job until he finally settled down in his frantic writhings and clutchings at her, and each imprint of his hands could still be felt by her as she gave of f in the kiss and straightened up beside the table smiling, sweetly smiling.