(by Edward Zeusgany and Alex Anders, © copyright 2000, all rights reserved)

Eric had a lot of advantages in the pursuit of his avocation. A young looking twenty-three, he stood just over six feet tall, boyishly handsome with jet black hair and vivid blue eyes. An athletic build and self assured demeanor gave an impression of strength of body and will that proved to be accurate. Blessed with an engaging personality, young and old, male and female, nearly everyone wanted to be his friend.

A Master’s degree in social work combined with the above mentioned attributes made Eric a prime candidate for a position in the probation department of the Salem District Court. They needed a person who could work principally and effectively with juvenile offenders. His employers correctly assumed that Eric would be able to establish an exceptional degree of rapport with his youthful charges.

Bad boys tend to observe a different set of social rules than the dominant middle class. That’s what makes them bad boys. For most, the area of sexuality is no exception. Whatever feels good or is a means to something that they want, is acceptable.

Some, the bigger, tougher delinquents, who considered themselves to be “real men,” were not appealing to Eric. The other kids were, to the degree that they were physically attractive. Of these, many did not lack at least some homosexual experience.

They might not consider themselves to be gay or even bisexual. But they had fooled around with a buddy or made a few dollars from letting an older man give them fellatio. Those who had spent time in a correctional facility of some type might have been required by one of the toughs to submit to anal intercourse. Only a few had a well established aversion to these practices.

*****

Part of Eric’s job, as he saw it, was to check up on the activities of his kids. So he frequented the local teenage haunts to find out who was hanging out with whom and to see if he could discern what they were up to. Eric never went after a particular youngster. Instead he waited for the right occasion to present itself.

He was at one of the malls on a Saturday evening when he spotted Max looking despondent and moping about aimlessly. The fourteen year old had received a suspended sentence for attempted arson committed in order to satisfy a grudge against a neighbor. A record of previous minor offenses flashed through the parole officer’s mind.

“Hi Max,” Eric said when he caught up with the boy. “Something wrong? What’s the matter?”

“My shit eating old man threw me out of the house,” Max said without a trace of anger in his voice. The boy’s father was semi employed and a full time drunk, Eric knew. The mother was not so bad, but weak and incompetent.

“Bummer. You can crash at my place if you want to,” the young man said. By rights, he should take the kid to his parents’ house and try to patch things up, or, if that were unwise, bring Max to the temporary juvenile holding facility. But the right thing was not always the best thing, and certainly not the most fun.

Max knew from scuttlebutt that Eric could be trusted not to haul him in unnecessarily. That was why he had told the young man the truth about his present situation. He also knew that boys in his sort of difficulty sometimes stayed with Eric for a night or a few days.

“Thanks, Eric,” Max said. The parole officer encouraged the use of his first name. He could accomplish more as a trusted friend than a distant authority figure. Even when he had no choice but to recommend revocation of parole, the youngster seldom held it against him personally.

“Have you eaten?” Eric asked.

“No money,” the boy said, looking glum.

“Well, let’s have a slice of pizza here. We can have a sandwich later at my place.”

“OK.” Max brightened considerably.

They each had a slice of pepperoni and a Pepsi. An hour later Max and his probation officer were installed on the sofa in front of Eric’s TV set watching professional wrestling. Scruffy kids like the action, half jeering at the fakery and half believing in it at the same time.

It was the perfect lead in to a little wrestling action right there in the living room. Eric had only to wait for Max to get excited over some incident in the TV action in order to introduce a bit of playful wrestling with the boy. The kid, of course, laughed and fought back.

Eric then proceeded to maul the youth the way one might a puppy. In the process, he established in the kid’s mind his ability to control the boy physically, should he choose to do so. They soon found themselves on the floor.

Gradually, Eric made the roughhousing more sexual, by getting his arm into the boy’s crotch, grabbing him by the back of his jeans or his belt. At some point Max knew where this was heading, if he didn’t do something to put a stop to it. His reasons for not doing so, in addition to those already mentioned, had to do with the advantages that might be obtained by a parole officer well disposed in his favor.

The boy abandoned himself to the game and its consequences. In checking, Eric discovered that Max had an erection. This was the signal to begin the loosening of clothes. Shirts got pulled out, buttons unfastened, belts unbuckled, shoes kicked off. Eric’s hands worked their way inside the youngster’s garments. The breathing got heavier.

On his own back, Eric took a break with Max lying half on top of him. He continued to touch the boy lovingly, squeezing the back of the kid’s neck with one hand and his butt with the other. He nuzzled the youth’s neck, but did not kiss him. These boys tended to draw the line at kissing. That would be unacceptably queer, while everything else is acceptably sex.

He stripped the boy and himself. The young man worked Max’s body with his hands and his mouth. Eventually all activity was concentrated in the crotch area. Retrieving a tube of KY and a towel from under the sofa, Eric anointed the kid’s bottom and inserted one finger, then two. He also continued, intermittently, to masturbate the youngster. Max had fooled around before with kids his own age, but nothing like the intensity of this experience.

Eric got Max’s legs onto his shoulders and watched for the sign that the youth was approaching orgasm. When the boy’s testicles came up tight to the shaft, the young man entered the kid with his penis. He hoisted himself to his knees, bringing Max’s body up with him. This changed the angle of entry so that the head of Eric’s dick would pound the youngster’s prostate as he fucked him.

Max was now nearly vertical and upside down, only his head and shoulders on the carpet. The sharp and unfamiliar sensations felt keenly by his sphincter and prostate were highly stimulating. Looking up, the boy’s view was mainly of his own body. He saw his stiff prick bouncing with each of the young man’s thrusts. The kid was astonished when he felt the spasms of orgasm and saw with his own eyes the cum shooting out of his untended dick.

*****

This result is easiest to achieve when the boy fully believes that it will happen, and nearly impossible in the existence of doubt. In the return engagements with Max, Eric did not need to heat the kid up prior to insertion nearly as much as he had the first time. Expectation made that unnecessary. The youth believed that his probation officer would make him come by screwing him, therefore, he could.

With a big boy it was better to do it in bed with the youngster on his stomach. After entering the rectum, Eric would draw out nearly all the way, then shift his whole body forward. This permitted the correct angle for repeatedly striking the prostate.

In any case, the youngsters so favored were impressed by this ability. Although harboring no hard feelings, many did not wish to repeat the experience. Nor did they find any difficulty in avoiding it. Eric did not pursue the kids. In fact, he wasn’t particularly interested in establishing any durable relationships.

It was certain boys, like Max, who hung about his office, hoping for another encounter or just another slice of pizza and cola. One of the clerks, a Mrs. Ryan, early on, noticed this phenomenon with displeasure. It was inappropriate and unseemly for boys on probation to be always about the area when they had no appointment, and therefore without any good reason for their presence. Mrs. Ryan did not care much for the sort of people she was required to work with, and preferred to see as little of them as possible.

She complained first to Eric. When he failed to take steps to rectify the situation, she complained to his superior. Nothing was done, so she put her objections in writing, often. It became worse, in her eyes, when miscreants who had competed their probationary period continued to frequent the office. Her suspicions multiplied and became less veiled.

*****

It was a case of too many boys, being too obvious, sooner or later something was bound to go wrong. A single complaint from a disgruntled ruffian might have been overlooked, except for Mrs. Ryan’s memos. Eric was allowed to plea bargain down to a misdemeanor. The judge gave him the minimum sentence, suspended even that, and provided for his record to be expunged after satisfactorily serving two year’s probation with counseling.

Extensive interviews with the other boys in Eric’s case load had turned up nothing in the way of additional charges and a great deal of laudatory information. Almost everyone thought that it was simply a case of a person’s job putting too much temptation in a young, gay man’s path. The DA and the judge praised him for his character and commitment to the youngsters he helped so much. Eric now lives in a large northwestern city where he works with street kids.

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