Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2002 14:17:31 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Amusment Arcade.  Part 7

This story comes from my imagination. It is fiction. The characters are
different as are the places to protect the people who may think that they
are involved in this story someway.  The mission of this is to bring as
close as possible to you part of the life that could have happened.

I have the copyright to this and all other stories written by me so if you
wish to use this then please ask. This will include all fee-paying sites.

The story of a relationship between a man and a boy is in most countries
against the law so do please check to protect yourself.

Does love really exist? This story I hope will go some way into answering
that question.



			   The Amusement Arcade.


				  Part 7


			       Brian's Pain.


I had watched while Brian's first few days at school went by. I could see
that he was suffering with all the work because he spent more time at home
than with me. I did not mind. Some days I took the ride to and from the
school just to be with him.

I did find one thing very difficult. The weekend he wanted to be with his
mum instead of me. I never questioned any of his actions. I got a call from
Mary. She asked me to send Red to her house because a letter had arrived
that concerned me as well as her.

Red brought the letter that evening. It was from the school. A request had
been made for either Mary or myself to visit the school, on the following
Monday, there was something that needed to be spoken off.

Mary was working flat out so she asked me if I would be able to go. I told
her of course having no worries at all; after all I had gone to the same
school so the worst thing that happened to me was a detention at lunchtime
for slack writing skills. When you are young the thought of learning to
spell then correctly forming grammatical sentences and paragraph were only
things teachers did.

I was in the car when Brian was collected. We had said no more than three
words for a whole week. "So Brian, why have I been asked to go to the
school?"

"Did you learn in school about someone called Pandora? She was given a box
and told never to open it. Well she did. All the pain of mankind were
within the box so because of her action the world could have been a nasty
place. Lucky the lid was closed but some of the faults of mankind had
already been released."

I love stories but I was very lost. "I have opened the box. I know that we
love each other but after today I do not see how you can."

Well the thought of Murder came to mind or something even simpler. Brian
could not do what was very hard work and he had berated the teacher or
teachers so much by using the words that he said his mother had taught
people. A child swearing or becoming unruly is not wanted at the school I
was at. Correct deportment at all times.

Brian and I arrived. He went to the Housemasters office to report in like
all the other boys, I was taken to see the Headmaster. In the office there
were what looked like parents one way or another of 4 children.

"Good Morning. Thank you for coming early but the 6th Form has exams later
this day. The school has run into a problem which we are unable to deal
with." I was personally introduced to the other adults, as a welcome old
boy that had a ward at the school. " Mr Daniels. Can you remember the very
first lesson that you were taught in Biology? It was your second lesson on
the first day at this school." I said I could not. "It was a long time
ago."

The headmaster explained. "Well part of the schools class covers Sex
Education. We cover this first to prevent all the silly jokes and crude
remarks that schools other than this one seem to thrive on. Now this is
where you come in. At the moment when the teacher asked "Any questions." It
was silent. A boy called Jean Peter asked when the lesson to do with
Homosexuality would be given. This is why you are hear. Four boys asked the
same question. Under the law schools are unable to teach this subject due
to a government clause 22. It is something that has caused a great deal of
argument. This ruling does not cover our school, however we have agreed to
abide by the ruling. The Teacher was going to take the boys in a small
single class but unfortunately we have found a subject that teachers never
fully acknowledge they know. Basic things yes. Depth teaching no. The
mishandling of the reasons that show why we cannot answer the questions
caused a riot. 5 boys had to clean up the mess then received extra
homework. I have to ask you to take the responsibilities of teaching your
children this matter."

Two set of parents argued that because of how much they paid in school fees
it was expected of the school to deal with all problems. "I have to warn
you that if any master were to undertake this class it could be classed
that in an all boys school there was a Homosexual teacher."

Far from understand they all became upset. Jean Paul's parents had flown in
yesterday to hear this rubbish. "To me this is, how you say, stupid. To
learn History you have a teacher of History. Would there be a problem if he
was a homosexual? You have after all employed him to teach
history. Natural, he may be under scrutiny, he is still a teacher."

There are some things that happen in your lives that have a profound
effect. I wanted to cheer Jean Paul's father for his logic, reasoning and
straight forward common sense.

"My name is Mrs Maxwell. If my son feels he needs to understand then
something must be done. When I was at school the one big thing I was taught
was that I had the right to say no. If my son needs knowledge because his
feelings are growing and maybe confused then I hope someone would tell him
he has the right to say no. Men and men does nothing for me but if my son
thinks that he has feelings for a boy or man then I would like to be sure
that the school he is at can advise him. I am sure that the actual
description of what men do is far less important than letting him know that
someone is there for advice."

Well I had never met these people before today but two I had grown to like
already.

"Some decisions must be made. Either you will have to speak with your
child. Or maybe you have a suggestion. I suggest we have some coffee then
you can talk with your own child. You know I will help if I can but this
one thing has my hands tied."

I walked to find Brian. "Pandora what did you mean?" He sat on a bench. One
boy asked about man boy or man man love but the teacher would not
teach. The boys said that they needed to know things as well. I shouted it
was unfair. The teacher said that he was upset. I have let you down Uncle."

I told Brian to follow my lead when we went to the Headmasters study but he
was to be careful with what he said. "Oh sure. Just if I say its good to
learn because it was great when I was fucked for the first time." I did not
know what to think. I never heard Brian become so abusive before. I was
sure that it was anger. When Brian asked questions he had me, at the school
he was back to searching books just as he did when he lived with his mum in
the flats.

"Now we are refreshed lets see what we can do."

I sat forwards with Brian next to me just as the other boys stood by their
parents. "I would like to ask something but because of the nature of this
may I request that everyone keeps what is said in this room privately to
them selves?"

All agreed. "Jean Peter. It is nice to meet you. May I ask what you wanted
to know in the Biology class about men and men or boys and men?"

It was silent. "Sir they do not teach homosexuality. It is life. Because I
am as my grandmamma says, beautiful. I get called names. I have suffered
what all boys say. Queer, Poof I can deal with that. One old boy said I
must be gay. Does that mean I am a Homosexual?"

I looked at the Headmaster.

The other boys asked simple but similar questions.

"Well boys that seem easy to answer," I looked at Brian. I saw the
window. While I walked to it I said, "Brian can you answer the boys
questions?"

"Well Homosexual is a word in every day use. It means love between the same
sexes. The Poof, Queer words are a derogatory way of abuse by people who
should know better. Jean Peter, The word gay apart from happy is the sign
that all the homosexuals in world use. There is Gay Pride, that is a
Carnival only used by Gay people. They are suppose to be fun. Finally To be
called Gay could be seen as a compliment. Gay means Good As You."

The parents smiled while the Headmaster looked in astonishment.

"Brian how do you know all this? Asked Jean Peter.

"Oh that's simple. I am Gay myself."

I panicked. I expected him to use me as the teacher. "I have known since I
was 8 years old. I will not do anything until I am 16 years old because of
the law. No one will bother me. I have a black belt."

I looked at him, "Yes to hold your trousers up. Lets give you the
rest. Brian is my ward, that's almost a son for another reason. He leaves
school and stays with a Gay man. He stays with me. Headmaster, We have had
a lesson here this morning and you cannot disagree. Can there not be an
hour given either at lunch or after school then that would not interfere
with the genuine school work?"

The other parents agreed. They also thanked Brian for his honesty. The
headmaster said that he could not set up a class before the next term.

"Mr Daniels, you live 10 miles from here. Apart from Brian the other boys
all stay at school. I could grant with the parents approval special leave
tickets so they could come to your home for a lesson. Your responsibility
would be was to either get them back in 2 hours or the next morning, being
that I know how big your house is."

I told the Headmaster that the parents would have the last say. I did not
object. Being winter soon the Arcade I owned would close early so I could
give the lesson. The boys could just get away from the school."

I walked Brian back to his class. "I did not tell them about you we made a
promise. So in the corridor he got the hug that he had missed before going
to class.

The Parents all agreed but did ask that if I found out that their son's
were being bullied of abused I was to talk to the headmaster.

"I do not think they are. They are to happy around you, also they are very
well behaved."

I think the Headmaster was grateful for saving his breakfast. His comment
was, "You saved my bacon Nathan. I am sorry I had to ask you to come. Brian
is fine I can see that. I remember when Mr Crason the art teacher was late
one evening. I caught him with a boy. Since then we have never taught the
biology lessons of homosexuality. Mr Crason, has he tried to contact you
since. You were 12 at the time."

I remember. I just grunted the answers he wanted. "You have done Brian a
good job by bringing him up. Anyone else I expect would have been left. My
request, Ask Brian not to get involved at school?" I looked at him. Perhaps
if you care that much you should ask him yourself. If you want the respect
I gave you then its best if you ask him."

I took the other parents to an old fashioned Pub Lunch. It was so strange
listening to adults describing their feeling when they found out that their
sons had boyfriends. Jean Paul he had a man for a friend but his parents
allowed it in moderation.

We all parted great friends. They promised to keep in touch. It was strange
how even with a subject as this the parents all wanted the best for their
children. The mass agreement was clear. No matter who their sons grew up to
be they all wanted the best. In the two hours before Red collected Brian I
managed to get 2 sets of bunk beds for the room I kept all my office papers
in. Red cleared all that stuff to the shed next to the Garage.

I always wanted to be a shopkeeper. My mind expanded to the entertainment
sector with the Arcade. Now I was going to be me. No hiding, no being
worried, a teacher who had children desperate to learn what I already was.

That afternoon I met Brian. The boys who were to come to my home soon also
thanked me for helping them. I was laughing because of what I had done,
nothing. I suggested that they dress in out of school clothing because it
would be too much for them all. I said Brian would help. Red opened the car
for me to get in. Brian waved goodbye to his friends just as he filled my
lap. I was feeling awkward. Brian had spent a week at his mums because he
thought he had let me down. I came to help him so now He was all mine once
again. We spoke at great length going home. I had to tell him that if he
did right or wrong I still loved him but he was the one who could not
accept that, if you hurt the one you love, then it was just part of life.

"I take it that you won't be staying at your mums house tonight then
Brian?"

Brian borrowed Red's phone. He called her and told her everything. She was
pleased not to have been there. I could feel that although she was happy
for her son the message that he was a Homosexual with her blessing may not
have gone down to well. She made arrangements to meet us all at the weekend
for a slap up meal. That brought a smile all round. Even the goodbye was
happy. Over the past week I did wonder if there were any misgivings about
her final choices once again.

We did not go mad or anything but Brian had already started to make a list
of what best the boys could wear. My only fear was that the boys caught on
quickly that Brian and I were lovers. If anything was said away from the
house our lives would be finished, it was a choice that I had to give
Brian. Now we were one he had the right to chose how to deal with the
impending situation.

I dived in the pool waiting for my boy to join me. He did, together we were
a formidable team, apart there was still so much to learn. I had missed
that special kiss from Brian. He tried so hard to make up for all that we
owed each other. Brian showed me that he could fully retract his foreskin
now. He had to have been practicing. Beneath the water we touched but it
was the look we gave each other that told each other just how we felt. I
had missed him so much. I had missed his life. I had missed his kiss.
Combine them all and it said once again that we were so in love.


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