Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2003 13:35:45 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Cleaning The Spectacles

My stories start with; "This is fiction. None of it is true." Well after
some emails all suggesting the same thing I will start this the following
way.

This story is fiction or is it? You decide. In some stories we all go
through what is a wish or a hidden secret. We hope it is or will come true.
Because this is about the relationship between a man and a boy this is
something that we all can wish and fear about. The one's who read this
section in Nifty would have to make up their own minds.

Don't get me wrong but I never can agree that blatant abuse of boys is just
another day's work. It is not. Loving them with true feelings and honesty
that is reciprocated is hard to imagine but that's why I ask you to decide
if it is true or Fiction.

I am sorry to offend anyone and Nifty has other sites to choose from. I
hope that all other things apply. Most of all, understanding. I have the
copyright so please ask if you wish to reproduce this for any reason.
Comments are welcome but flames will be ignored. I hope this touches the
heartstrings of the readers and allows you to decide if it's true or not.


			  Cleaning the Spectacles


I had planned a somewhat lazy time with the allowance I had from work. I
had three weeks holiday to start the New Year. So I owned the business but
only the workers new. Family and friends were all in the dark because
that's how I wanted it to be. I loved my computer and spent too much time
chatting and not enough sleeping.

I was pleased to have a few solid friends and they did not know my
background either.

One day I was presented with a problem that I had always offered to cope
with believing that it would never happen. I got this small message saying
that a friend was bored and hoped I had a good time. Well my response was
that he joins me and enjoys my hospitality.

You can guess he accepted. That was not all. He asked to bring a friend.
For the first time I heard about his involvements with various families
while working and how the children boys and girls became the best of
friends.

I almost immediately thought that he was involved with them being that we
were happy to discuss online the fact that we saw boys of a certain age
like a fresh cream cake and ready for eating. I know that's simplistic but
some are just wonderful to be around. I was NEVER involved being that I was
very strict with whatever I did. My friend I realised I never asked or
wanted to ask.

I was very confused. I had many spare rooms but I was not sure how this
would work out. Did my friend have a child share with him at his home? Did
he have them all? I was beginning to feel resentment towards him and also I
resented the fact that I allowed others to come with him. I became the
dutiful host setting out the rooms as I would if any other family came.
Just to make sure I placed my friend in adjoining rooms at the far end of
my house with the others in the two other rooms close by. The beds were big
enough and just to make sure, I did place Rubber sheets on every one. I did
not know if they had accidents.

That morning I began to realise that I knew almost nothing about him at all
except that I called him friend. I had a van collect them from the station
and waited for my house to be decimated by children that I never knew.

Well when the van arrived I was quick to see my friend get out, I had seen
his picture, I saw a younger boy and an older one. I was relieved. Just two
and two bags. The younger one had hold of my friend's hand while the older
that looked to be 13 had his head down and kept close to the rear of the
others.

"Hello there. Thanks for sending a van. We would have been out for hours
trying to get here. Allow me to introduce myself. Call me Ken and this
small fellow is Sam. He is my son. The older one is a family friend and
called Russell, you can call him Russ he will answer to that. Mighty fine
house you have here. Now boys take your shoes off and place them under the
stand then find your slippers. No slippers then socks or bare feet will
do. What say you Adam?"

Just through the door and Ken had taken over. He was over powering while
his son was full of energy and Russell well he was happy just to stand in
one position.

"Now then Ken I have got a room for you at the far side on the first
floor. I have to ask you this, do the boys share with you or how does it
work?"

"Hahaha, No I like boys to look at and Sam well I see him every day he is
my pride and joy. Russell likes looking at boys but is very quiet."

I showed them their rooms. Ken and Sam took the adjoining rooms while I
offered the furthest room to Russ. I will call him Russell. Not many words
were spoken but he asked where all the others were going to sleep. He
seemed happy knowing that I was close to him but loved the privacy to
unpack. Silly word that really. He had a carrier bag done up with string.
Just space enough to hold one or two items. I took him first to the laundry
room explaining that I washed every day, clothing that is, and if he left
things in the basket they would be done at the same time. He could use the
bathroom down the hall or he could use the one just off my room because
that was much closer, He chooses the one closer. I explained to Ken but he
said that he and Sam had enough to last and wanted to save me the time. He
was happy that He and his son had a bathroom to themselves saying that it
was Sam's job to keep it clean. Russell was just an added extra.

Coming down I gave the lecture that if the boys wanted to eat or drink they
were to help themselves or die of thirst and hunger while Ken said that he
realised it was early but he had spotted a bottle of wine so could he open
it?

I gave Russell the corkscrew and sat down while the boys founds the
leftover cakes and sweets from the holiday. Sam dived in but Russell asked
for every one including each sweet from the tin that Sam was slowly
emptying. Sam did offer us one but complained when his father took
something he liked. Russell gave him the one he had to stop the wining and
I was annoyed that Ken allowed Sam to get away with it.

"You do not know what you have let yourself in for saying all that. Sam can
be a little devil."

I told him that I had already seen that in action. He laughed.

"He will be fine though and he knows better than to disobey me. Russell is
the quiet one. He is the eldest of 7. All the others are younger. He is fed
up at home so he comes to see me. His Mother is not that special."

I saw Russell looking at Ken as he spoke so stopped him saying anymore. I
did feel that he had said too much already.

"Do not worry. Russell hears me talk all the time at my house, he is used
to it, isn't you boy."

"Ken we have a problem. You are in my house and I find that offensive."

"Sorry ole man did not think. Now where are those glasses?"

I walked to the kitchen and took two glasses from the shelf. "Russell would
you like some wine?" He declined but Sam said he did but Ken stopped him in
his tracks. I asked Russell to give Ken the glasses and I got Sam to clear
up the open and empty sweet packet in the kitchen. The opened packs I
placed in a large bowl making it clear that there was a bin and they had to
use it. Clearly believing he owned the bowl he took great care in taking it
to the lounge. Russell was finishing off in the kitchen with me and he said
his first few words to me.

"Thank you. Ken is going to get drunk again, I am glad that I have a room
on my own."

Why I do not know but I placed a hand upon his head. I was going to ruffle
his hair but it was like wire netting. No smoothness just a hard lump. He
looked up at me; I found a sweet and took his hand. I put it in the hand
and closed it carefully allowing a finger to stroke the cheek that had
looked at me. Why? Why do people do anything that does not make sense? I
had a hand on his shoulder while I led him through to the lounge. As I
turned out the light I held his neck. He could have pulled away or objected
but none of that happened. He just stood there allowing me the opportunity
to steer him in with the others.

"So how old are you Russell?"

"I was 15 two days ago."

Ken was busy with the wine so never got involved with our conversation.

"So what did you get for your birthday?"

"Mum got me a game for the PS2 I have. She sometimes gets me a game when
she can but I don't have pocket money. I was pleased to get that. Ken got
me this Silver necklace so I was very lucky."

"Do you like school?"

"Not really. I have trouble reading and spelling stuff but I try."

"What does your girlfriend say?"

"I don't have a girlfriend. I did once her name was Sally. One day we were
kissing and we, well we tried stuff and she dropped me. Since then I have
not bothered."

I watched his face drop and also saw that the wine bottle had been emptied.
I offered another, which was happily received. I asked Russell to help
while Sam continued to eat all the sweets completely ignoring the others in
the room. Russell took the open bottle through while I tidied up. Being
lazy I offered Pizza and everyone agreed. We each had a different one to
wait for and Ken became slightly silly grabbing Russell even though he
protested when it happened.

We enjoyed the food and Sam was the first to get tired. Ken was worst for
wear so I showed him to the bathroom and he washed changed into some
pyjamas and I tucked him into bed. Ked slurred enough to say he was going
to bed and Russell was not to stay up late. I said I would make sure then
he was in bed.

It was such a short time between Pizza and bed but time ran so fast. It was
11pm when Ken went and I asked Russell what time he was supposes to go. The
answer 9pm surprised me.

"Tell you what Russell, you decide what time but don't be to late is that
okay?"

We sat together talking about nothing really. I learned all about his
family and how happy it was most of the time but he loved to get away from
time to time.

"Can you keep a secret Russell?"

"That depends on what type of secret it is."

"If I show you something you must not tell anyone at all that you have seen
it or that I have this."

"Well alright."

I took his hand pulling him from the chair. His hand was limp so I had to
hold his wrist. I took him to a door in the other room and unlocked it.

"Remember this must be our secret. No one has ever seen this before."

I could tell he was nervous. I unlocked the door and took him inside. I
said it would be dark so not to worry. I locked up and turned on the light.
He was standing in my games room with TV Video DVD computer and Pool table
and 5 large fruit machines that I rescued from the dump. I got them
restored and they were like new. My pride and joy was a big pinball machine
that glowed in the corner. I took a glass then poured some good Brandy in
it. I sat in a chair then allowed Russell to look about. It was a strange
feeling to see someone in my most private room.

"This is neat. It is so special. You are very lucky. I could never have
something like this. My brothers and sisters would ruin it for me. The
carpet is so thick. Do you mind if I take my socks off Adam?"

I smiled at Russell's excitement.

"Of course not Russell. You can take off whatever you like."

I don't believe I just said that. I had not even taken a drop of Brandy and
I was beginning to become drunk with the boy. Please don't look at me for
what I said just ignore it.

"Thank you. This is so soft. You are very lucky."

"Would you like to play on the games? The pinball maybe?"

"You mean I can touch them. Are you not scared that I might break them?"

"Russell they are suppose to be played with. It will be such a shame to see
them doing nothing. If it will please you I will come and watch every move
you make so that it will be safe?"

"That would be so much better Sir."

"First forget the sir. Call me David. Right I will stand right by you. What
would you like to go on first?"

"Can I try the pinball David?"

That decided I watched him cleverly manipulate the ball as it zoomed around
the frame causing coloured lights and numbers to flash. All the time the
score was going up and up. When you have fun you never notice anything
else. A noise that said he had an extra ball woke me from the hypnotic
lights. I saw that my hand was resting on his back. The shirt he was
wearing had ridden up in the excitement and my hand was in direct contact
with the flesh.

I have in my time scaled fish and the feeling was not pleasant. Russell's
flesh was the same. I was afraid to move my hand but was happy to see him
working hard to get another free ball. It was quite dark so I switched the
spot light on. He appreciated the extra light and smiled. I could see
peeping over the jeans he was wearing some white and blue material that
clearly outlined what it was. I was gentle but deliberate when I placed my
hand back on him. I never thought that he was aware of what I was doing. I
know that I was moving my hand over his back slowly but he was so engrossed
in the game that what I was doing was secondary to that. As my hand went
higher I could feel the skin getting softer and I also thought that Russell
had decided that the game was far less interesting now than what I was
doing. It was the moment that I reached the hair on his neck that I
realised just how far I had gone and stopped straight away.

I wandered back to my chair taking a swift hit of Brandy. I expected
Russell to be upset or angry realising what I had done. He just looked at
me with the darkest brown eyes I could see. I made the suggestion that it
was time for bed being that it was gone midnight.

"Do I have to go? Ken will be snoring because he is drunk. That happens a
lot. He has a small house and I get ready for bed then partly dress and
sleep on his sofa. It's quieter. Sam is a fidget so I like going to bed
when I am very tired and that's not just yet. I will get ready for bed
though but please can I come back for a while?"

I agreed but remained in the chair understanding the comfort a good Brandy
can bring. It was a while before I heard steps coming through the lounge.
As the door opened I turned to say close the door but my voice was dry. No
sounds just a sight that I could never have wished to see in all my days.
Russell had changed everything. He was wearing a half tee shirt and a tight
pair of white boxer shorts. This young boy even at his age looked to be
12. He removed my glass topping it up with Brandy and passing it back. I
had lit the gas fire and the heat was perfect. Russell rather than return
back to the pinball machine sat close to me looking into the flames. His
head was close enough for me to come in contact with. I remember what it
had felt like and it was the same. His face with those silly glasses he was
wearing shinned in the flames all the time I stroked his head.

I lifted my glass to take a drink but stopped as he turned to face me. My
hand was over his head so never went back.

"I guess you don't like my room after all that's happened. I am sorry for
being affectionate. I can go to far sometimes but I thought you were worth
that bit extra."

Brandy had never had the effect that a truth drug had before. There was
Russell looking at me while I spoke. I could have been using a foreign
language and I would have been understood. He never moved just sat looking
at me. The small earring was hanging from his ear so I touched it.

"They don't really like that at school but they allow it only if I put a
plaster on it when I do PE and Games."

He never stopped my movement and the small lobes of the ears were so soft.
It was interesting when he allowed me to take of his glasses. He wrinkled
his nose and rubbed his eyes I held each cheek in either hand then looked
straight at him. The look of confusion was clear but as he knelt up our
faces were almost together. It took my finger very little pressure to bring
his face to mine and that worried me.

"Russell if we keep this up then I am sure I will do something that both of
us will regret come tomorrow."

"Do you like me?"

"I better not answer that. If I told you the truth then I would say that,
what has been a good day would be upsetting for us both. All I know is that
here and now I have this sudden urge to kiss you. You know that its wrong
and I am sure that it's best we stay friends and not enemies."

Russell did not move. His stare was continuous. He started to get closer
and we just melted into each other's arms.

"You do love me."

My lips did the inarguable. They connected with his. It was not the
fireworks expected just pleasure. I never have said sorry so much in all my
life. I was sure that something would happen but it was me that was almost
in tears. With my head down Russell knelt high holding on to my shoulders.
My arms enveloped him and we were there holding on to each other.

"I never though I would be doing this Russell. When I saw you playing
pinball I know I touched you but I never thought things would get this far.
To see you naked, sorry semi naked and to be allowed the chance to hold you
was a miracle. I can feel what you are doing to me but don't know if you
realise it."

My hands slipped down his sides. They found the flesh under the rag that
was his half tee shirt.

"You want me to take this off, or do you?"

That was the silliest question of the year. I was not eager to rush this
but again I did not want him to change his mind.

"May I do it?"

Russell smiled and it was then that I was his. The small boy looked
helpless and he was happy for me to do what I wanted. I took the bottom of
the rag he wore and pulled up. It took less than a second and he was facing
me just waiting for the hug to say all was going to be alright. I was
feeling his shoulders when his head made a nest in my chest. I even managed
to kiss the nape and whispered that I was very grateful. Russell started to
hold me tight and without any thought other than lust my hands were holding
the softened mounds that said it was good. The Rug near the fire was big
enough for when I wanted to rest so I took Russell in my arms and led him
there.

I was the first to lay down so I managed to look up at him allowing him to
make his own mind up. Russell squatted next to me and I patted the thick
fur to encourage him to lay with me. I never pushed this too hard because
Russell started to open my shirt buttons that were done up. It was easy for
him to slip the shirt from me and easy also for him to open my belt while
we looked into each other's eyes. It was the moment I felt his small hand
slip the zipper down exposing what to me had always been my inadequacy.

I reached forwards to open a single button on his boxers. He watched
another's fingers open the fly that until now he had only ever been the one
to do. The button was hard and I was sure that he lifted the leg to go.
That part of the material was stretched so it was clear that's what he did.

"Can I lay down with you please?"

I pulled the begging boy to me and with him on his back I kissed him with
all the force that I could muster. My right hand was dropped straight onto
the lump that was growing while we kissed.

"Russell I wish you was naked. I wish that things were different and you
could understand how I feel at this moment. I have never felt so strongly
about anyone in my whole life. You are so young and that is wrong. You look
so young and that's wrong. I know all this yet why is it that you make me
so hard and its still so wrong?"

"Do I really make you hard? Is it wrong that I feel for you the same as you
do me? Is it wrong that I have love but want so much to give it to you?"

This boy was driving me mad.

The spotlight was still on so I decided to switch it off. I made my way
across the room to the pinball machine and with a quick movement the light
was off. I could see through the light of the fire Russell was prostrate on
the rug with the boxers I had not while he played the machine I was
against. The single button was open but what was in them remained hidden.

For what reason I cannot tell but I undressed dropping my clothing on the
chair. Russell never looked at me he just lay on the rug looking at the
flames as they did their merry dance between the solid coals in the
fireplace. I saw no shock or discomfort when I returned just a smile that
an arm was once again around him. His hand rested on my hip and I wondered
if he was going to make a comment but the silence remained. I say silence;
the only noise was the gas that made the fire go.

"Shall I lock the door Russell?"

The choice would now be made. Russell got up and had two choices. He could
either lock the door or go to bed. I know I had taken a chance being naked
but I just looked up at the ceiling when he moved. I heard the lock. I saw
the boy remove his boxers. I saw him fold them and put them with my
things. He then returned.

"Do you mind that I stayed with you?"

As soon as he lay down I slipped across him. I had to look down to his
face. I managed a kiss before getting off. In the firelight I saw the two
streaks that I had made on his chest. Just like a slug trail they glistened
in the firelight. Russell saw them also and allowed his finger to touch the
sticky streaks. His finger went to his lips and I watched as he savoured
the taste of the excitement that came from me. It was easy now to feel the
body of this still young teen Russell's eye's closed and I saw that he was
enjoying what little touch I was doing. I could see the small tufts of hair
above the grown tubby tool between his legs. We both were shaking.

"Do you think that you will allow Russell to loose his virginity?"

What a strange thing to say. Was this really his first fumble in the dark
or was he just adding to the excitement?

"I know a boy who has never produced sperm or even fallen in love. He was
told it would happen. I have been looking but it's never happened. The
silliest part is my whole body is on fire. It is craving for your touch.
David are you the one that I have been waiting for?"

My name and the first in a sexual way since he arrived.

"You want the truth Russell?"

He nodded.

"I wish it was. Could you be the one to make me happy? Will you let me do
things that I have only dreamed about?"

"I know you like boys. You are the same as Ken. The difference is that I
feel you are truthful and would show love to a boy that shows it to you. I
have never admitted this before but I have been looking for someone to
share my secret. I took a liking to you the moment I came through your
door. You treated me as an equal. I am always being told that love will
happen. I have found it and I want you. If you now got up and left I would
understand. I just had to be honest and tell you."

I looked at Russell and was a witness to a single tear of emotion falling
down his cheek.

"I am going to get up Russell and I am going to leave. Before you say
anything I want to ask you this, come to bed with me."

It was the figure that got up in slow motion that I saw. He went to his
clothing and looked to be putting them on. They never did.

"I was hoping you would say that David. You will never know just how much I
love you.

For the next few moments we hugged then opened the door. The cold air came
rushing in. I was pleased that the coolness had softened my excitement. If
anyone had seen us questions would have been asked. Russell was still
hard. Not big just hard. Together we walked to the bedrooms carrying the
clothing we removed in the games room. It was such a special feeling to
walk with him. My arm was draped over him and a hand was holding half of
his bottom moving it as he walked. The stairs were easy and I made sure
that our doors were closed. Mine was locked I had towels near by but most
of all I had Russell.

My bed was big enough for 4 but never carried that many, in fact it had
only ever had me. I think I was a bit silly because I lifted Russell up and
placed him on the far side. It seemed the right thing to do. I watched him
follow me all the way to my side and get in. He was already moving to me
when this happened and I was a willing partner grasping him so that we were
almost one.

"I am not sure what we have to do, but if it going to feel any better than
I do now then I have made the right choice."

Our lips met and we rolled either side taking the weight of each other as
the kiss lingered. When our lips opened we were both so natural in allowing
our tongues to touch each other's. Sounds of pleasure could be heard from
us both and we also allowed our hand to do the touching that told each
other that we were happy. I lay on my back with Russell's head resting on
my chest. The feel of his hair had changed. His face was soft and smooth.
His leg crossed mine and I could feel him with every pulse his heart made.

"Do it David, please do it with me. Let us be one. Make love with me."

I was slow but reached down until I had him in my hand. His head reached
back moaning and I kissed the lips that were open. Russell grabbed me
causing a deep groan. He thought he had hurt me. I turned sideways and
flipped his leg over me. The kiss was like glue and I found it so easy to
touch the crack and search for that tiny hole. Its puckered circle. My
finger found the spot and I whispered;

"I want to slip my finger inside this. I love you enough to ask you if I
can?"

"David, I am scared but I am scared because I have never loved before. Be
gentle and most of all don't hate me if I am scared too much. I am ready."

I wrapped my arms around my boy. I slipped a finger into my lips then down
to the scary part. No tightness, no restriction, it was almost a vacuum. I
was in and Russell was panting for breath. I could feel him pushing against
me. He did not know why he was doing it my question was did I allow him to
continue or stop and save it for later. I remember my first time and wished
it was as good as the second. I pulled my finger out then rolled him back
on his back and we kissed.

"That was a strange feeling David. I thought I was going to explode but I
bet that would not have happened. Why did you stop?"

I never answered. I just got some gel and aimed it for where my finger had
been. Why I cannot say but I told Russell just what I wanted to do. He was
clearly scared again but he said he trusted me. I did before the act rub
some gel on him. Hard but not big. I did not care. I was given a special
part of the body without restrictions. Russell was just laying there all
the while I rubbed up and down. I could see a small drip leaking from him
and he watched when my tongue took it then swallowed like any sweetness. I
took a pillow and placed it under his back then settled him down to loose
what only he had.

I lifted his feet until they were resting on my shoulders. I split them
wider and Russell saw what was going to happen.

"David will this work? What if I die? I am scared."

I calmed him down and also explained to him that I hoped would climax and
come for the first time. Fascinated he was eager but also weary. Seeing the
hole I aimed for it. With a deep groan I went in. I reached forwards to
kiss him and realised that not only was I in but I was all the way in.

"I can feel you inside. David push harder, please."

I kissed him again to stop him talking. I could not push it in any further.
I began to move back and forth. Russell was breathing in a strange way. His
lips were being bitten and when I went to him his hands and arms wrapped
around my neck. The leaking was a flood now. I watched when I began to
shake.

"My seed will be in you Russell. Tell me if you can feel it?"

One big shake and I climaxed. It was like a flowing tap.

"I can feel it, I can feel it. David it's making me shiver."

I was pleased to be watching when with an almighty jerk Russell raised his
bottom with me inside him and I was witness to the explosion that said he
had himself come. We both watch as some white drops and some clear drops
erupted from his penis running down the shaft onto his belly. The puddle
was just under his button. I gave him one last squeeze and Russell shook
again and 2 jets shot from him. One hit his face the other his chin. I was
still inside him. I leaned forwards and licked his cheek then his chin.

"What was that?"

I just smiled. I had been well milked and I was ready for the feelings of
guilt and remorsefulness. All I got was a thank you combined with one of
the best kisses I have ever had.

"Does this mean we are married or just living in sin?"

The towel was useful but after everything it was my ears that heard right.

"You think I am leaving the one I love? Forget it. I don't care if they
know now. David tell me I can stay with you, please."

I rested my head upon my hand. I wondered what the others would say. I did
not have long to find out. There was a knock at the door and Sam was there.

"Dad said to bring Russell some clean clothes. He said he would be with
you. Dad and me are going to get breakfast. If you want to come (I had to
smile) then we are going in 10 minutes. You can stay there. Dad and me are
going to see the Dinosaurs so we will see you tonight."

I wondered.

"You two? We will leave you in peace. I thought that might happen. Russell
are you alright son?"

"Very much alright."

After the door closed we decided not to dress but stay together. It was
funny to look upon each other during the daylight. Russell was beautiful.
We talked about everything. The best was that everything we did was what we
both wanted. Yes we both wanted it but not when we first met. It was when I
shared my secret with him that he shared his. I asked if he and Adam had
ever done things or if Adam had asked him but Russell said that he was a
friend.

"That is until he gets drunk and that reminds me of home."

I curled up with my boy and he curled up with me.

"I love you David."

He got his hug.



Any comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com

No flames please and was that true or fiction?

Can the story continue?

Being true it has a path while Fiction has a different path. Shall I
continue? You tell me.