Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 17:35:15 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Looking for answers

The story that I write is fiction. The names within are not representative
of people living today. No places are real so this story is from my pure
imagination.

This story is about a subject that is frowned upon but does occur in many
places. The subject is relationships between a boy and a man.

If you are under 18 or dislike this kind of subject then please leave and
find other stories that Nifty hold in their archives.

I hold the copyright to this story and many others. I accept that this may
be printed but I hope that no one will use this story without my
permission.

shaksbeer@ureach.com


			    Looking for Answers


I better first explain that I am not the usual rich person but I am quite
well off. I followed in dad's footsteps, well I had to, and He was a clever
man. He got into the market of buying old dilapidated buildings then
renovating them for the high market of people who could afford to rent
them. He was a hard man, demanding very high references. He followed up
every one without exception. I enjoyed the trips I made on a Thursday and
Friday to collect the rents. I managed to get to know everyone just as my
father. He gave little exception but if I could see some genuine hardship
then I would give a little being that there were so many ways for the rent
to be paid especially for those suffering hardship. I saw all different
families those with large, those just starting and some one parent. My
father would never accept one-parent families because they were less likely
to pay on time. "I did at the start." He said "but they started to play me
about so never again."

On my Friday trip I came upon old Mr and Mrs Black. They had been living at
one of the flat for 40 years. I made it right for them by after my father
died I never increased their rent.  It was clear that they knew the rent
was suppose to increase but they were very grateful so a cup of tea with a
slice of angel cake was far better, for me anyway. That made it all
worthwhile. I carried a bag of sweets so that mums or dad would be left
alone while giving me their cash. I even managed to have a game of football
with some of the children, which broke the ice.

It was Friday when I got home later than usual. I had only just got in when
my front door was banged hard on. I opened it to see a small boy, hot,
covered in sweat; stains on his face where he had been crying yet dressed
immaculately.

"Hello their young man can I help you?"

"My name is Patrick. My mum lives at 51 the Grove. I saw you there this
afternoon and I have come to ask you a favour. I no longer live at home, I
ran away. Will you find me a flat for a few days, I have money."

Sounding like a campanologist (Bell-ringer) the coins fell from his folded
hankie and onto the table.  Just enough money for 2 cans of coke, I did all
I could to not smile but I failed, I was sure of it.

"Well Patrick." He was quick to interrupt. "Please call me Patch, everyone
does."

"Right Patch I think you are in a mess so why don't you go and wash up
while I see what I can do."

I showed him the way to my bathroom then got a coke from the fridge. Ice in
a glass and I headed for my book. I found his mothers number and decided to
call her.

"Hello is that Mrs Trimble?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"I am Simon. The man who collects your rent."

"What can I do for you"?

It seems that I have a visitor who has run away from home looking for a
room to live at. What do you want me to do? Its 10 miles to your home but I
will of course bring Patch home. I just wanted to know how I could help."

"I came to pay you this afternoon but when I got home I was accosted by a
woman who told me that my son had tried to molest her son. Patch is 12 for
god's sake but when I went to him he was hiding shouting that it was all a
mistake. He refused to speak to me so I told him to get out. It seems that
he took my words literally and left. I have since spoken to the woman again
and the boisterous activity that the boys got into was clearly
misinterpreted. I am very angry. My patch won't want me to see him after
what I said. Is there a place for him to think things over and then after a
nights rest we will try to get this all sorted out?"

I agreed to help by offering her son a spare bed in my house for the night,
rather than a room where he would be all-alone. Patch was looking at me
while I spoke and seemed cleaner but still very much upset.

"I suppose that you are taking me home. You better know that I will only
run away again."

"Well patch I better find you a place to stay. I know I have 3 empty
bedrooms so why not stay with me? I am always alone but a bit of company
wont do no harm. What do you say to that?"

Patch looked around carrying his drink while I locked away the cash in a
bag ready to take it to the night safe.

"Patch you want to come with me to the bank?"

"Sure."

We drove for a while and he helped me to unlock the hole in the wall so
that everything was safe and sound.

"Right young man lets go get something to eat. I can see that you are not
hungry so maybe a salad sandwich would do."

His face turned with the look of "Hey I am a lot more hungry than that." We
pulled into a restaurant where I always went on a Friday. He was dressed
very smart; in fact he was better looking than me. He got treated like a
lord. His eyes were everywhere. I watched him. His manners were
excellent. His deportment was perfect even down to the please and thank you
to a minor member of staff.

"Patch, mum told me what happened. Before you say anything I want you to
understand something. If you want to talk then anything you say will be
kept between you and I. I think you are a credit to your mum because she
was the one who allowed you to stay out for the night. My parents would
have killed me if another mother had spoken to them about what I may have
done to another boy. If it was me patch then I would have made sure things
were safe but most of all my friend kept his mouth shut because he liked
what was happening."

The rest of the meal was quiet. It was not late. I got one sentence from
him and that was about having nothing to wear. I said that I had a shirt I
had never worn he could use. This seems to suffice. Patch had been
listening to me but the quiet seemed to be the best way for now.

Patch was 12. He had blond hair, well just off blond. His complexion was
spotless meaning one of two things. He had not reached puberty or he looked
after himself. He was wearing a short pants suit just as if he were at a
private school. His socks were just below his knees with some black shoes
that looked almost new.

When we got back to the house I told him that things were going to be all
right. I found the shirt. It was covered in trees but I suppose that did
not matter. It was still early but I assumed that Patch was use to getting
ready for bed early. I was sitting after making some hot chocolate. I know,
hot chocolate. I hated it but I again assumed that patch was given it
before bed.


Patch wandered into the room almost engulfed by my shirt. His white feet
and head were the only things visible. His fingers peeped out from the
cuffs

"Was my mum very angry?"

I was honest and told him what my feelings were.

"Its all true you know. My friend Paul and I were playing with my toy cars
when I hugged him for no real reason. I did not understand that he did not
like it but I wish now that it had never happened. He did not seem to
object until."

"Until what Patch?"

"I trust you OK. I slipped my hand under his shorts and touched him. He
never stopped me at all he just sat there. The moment I held his...He went
mad. He got up and did his shorts up then ran out."

I saw him start to cry. The tears were very long and fell down his
cheeks. The sleeve of my shirt was doing the trick by wiping them up as
fast as they fell. He dropped next to me and with a tearful sound I heard
the words "I am very sorry for what I did."

It was as though I was an automaton. My arm went around his shoulders. I
held him tight while I repeated that things were going to be fine.

The warmth from him had a strange effect upon me. I could have lifted him
into my lap then hugged him hard without asking. He saw me looking at
him. I smiled then with a pillow in my lap I rested his head on it. I
listened while his tears subsided. One hand was stroking his hair allowing
Patch to relax. He seems to become heavier and I thought he had fallen
asleep. His eyes were however still open. The shirt had become tight around
his neck. He had to open a button. This gave me the chance to find the back
of his neck. My fingers stroked smooth flesh allowing the shivers to flow
faster than the tears.

"Do you think I will ever go to my house or will they put me in a home?"

"Patch of course you can go home. What you did was just bad timing. If I
got caught at school doing what you did they would have thrown me out. The
thing is Patch, they never did."

"You mean that you did what I wanted?"

"Yes patch and I never thought it was wrong. The boys I did it with never
did either"

Patch sat up and looked straight into my eyes.

"Did you want to do it or did others do it to you? My uncle took me to his
farm for the holidays and let me run about all day. We got caught in the
rain so took of our wet clothes to dry. He just covered us up and that's
where it started. He was so good to me. I was looking forward to seeing him
again when mum told me that he had an accident. His tractor had a crash and
he was trapped. He is now in a wheelchair and does not want to see anyone."

The tears started to fall again. Patch was a lot closer now and he was
trying so hard to respond to my touch that he found it hard. Without
thinking I held his tear stained face and kissed the tears when they
fell. Patch looked back after the first with a smile. I kissed him again
only this time it was a lot longer. I made up my mind that I had already
gone further than I should so took my chance. I slowly slipped down till I
was ready to give kiss number 3. With my hands stroking the now drying face
I was careful when I kissed his lips. I did not want him to run out on
me. The difference was that he was pushing harder than me. I was not
scared, in fact the opposite. I rested him down along the sofa and started
the kissing again. With every kiss I was becoming braver as the time
past. A thumb and finger were all I needed to open the bottom buttons of
the shirt he was wearing.

"Patch listen. If at any time you want to stop then please do tell me. I
will not tell anyone because this is how it will be between us."

Patch sat up straight and looked at me. He watch when I opened the buttons
of the shirt he was wearing. If it means anything, in all there were 9
buttons to open. After the top 3 I could see some flesh that before had
been hidden. A finger traced the flesh from nipple to nipple. Patch
shuddered with every move. I stopped for a while just to make sure it was
acceptable.

"Simon please don't stop now. I know that when I want to do what you are I
feel so strange that it makes me stop. I do not want you to stop honest."

I managed to open all the buttons by now and before me was patch soft and
smooth. His boxers were bright red and like the shirt had buttons at the
waist as well as 4 keeping the flies firmly closed. With the shirt open I
lifted it up allowing the material to pull away from over his head. He was
so relaxed and smiling.

"Patch have you ever done this before? I mean have you got as far as you
are now?"

"Not like this no. I have wanted to but was to shy till now to say
anything."

My next kiss was much firmer. I placed a hand upon the material of his
boxer shorts. There was something happening. I could feel Patch getting
hard all the while my hand rested there. I got a finger between two buttons
on his shorts. The moment the finger came into contact with flesh patch
sighed and he opened his lip allowing the air to escape. Like going through
a tunnel my tongue found its spot. Like a swordfight we clashed. The lower
flesh made his lips open wider every time.

When we stopped both of us were in awe of each other, well that's what it
seemed. I said I had to change so made my way to my room throwing a gown on
not bothering with anything else. With every move I thought Patch was
staring at me. I wished he was but that would only say more about me than
him. I was sitting on my bed when patch came in.

"Is there room for two in that bed?"

"Patch if we were to get in this bed then you might not like what could
happen. You little Patch have brought out a part of me that I thought was
gone since after I left school."

Patch and his boxers climbed up behind me and just got into the bed as if
there was not a care in the world. I shut the light and locked up before
turning in myself. Patch was resting on his hands under his head. I used
eight-fingers to feel the flesh from under his chin, all the way down to
the tops of his feet.


I was sitting upon his feet when I took the plunge. I was slow but
careful. I opened the button at the waist then followed down one after the
other till all the buttons on his boxer shorts were open. I was very gentle
as I pulled the waistband down realising that I would soon be seeing what
my hand had been feeling earlier that evening. Patch seem to understand so
lifted his hips from the bed. The material slipped passed the hidden area
catching the 3 inches that was erect and made it hit the flesh below his
belly button.

Deep breaths of pleasure, I could hear them as I slipped his red boxers off
leaving him happy at being naked at long last. Even in the soft light I
could see some pubic hair. Not a lot, I expect I could have counted how
many there were. My fingers felt them just before I held his
penis. Sensuous sounds when I began touching him. I had heard them
before. At school an older boy made me his friend the day he was touching
me for the first time I almost fell over because my legs lost all control.

Throwing my gown to one side I joined Patch in bed. With just a sheet we
were both warm and cosy. We faced each other and the night of love
started. The urgency of our kisses told us both that what we doing were so
right. My hand found every ridge and rib. His spinal cord. Then the tight
cheeks with the hidden hole. I did not mean to push things but Patch was
getting more and more excited as time went by. I could feel patch beginning
to get a bit more adventurous. His hand had found the skin of my chest. His
fingers were knitting the hairs into some sort of shape. When it happened
it was not so much an anti climax but just something that had to happen. We
both seem to find each other erection at the same time.

"Simon you will not get angry with me because of what's happening will
you?"

I think that both of us have no reason to blame the other because we have
found someone to love."

We both hugged as if a huge burden had been lifted from both of us. It was
feeling very natural to be in his arms and Patch was doing his best to make
the shakes he had relax so that he might enjoy what I already was.

I pushed Patch onto his back. I did my best to move a few long hairs out of
his eyes. My hands almost covered his naked torso. My finger and thumb at
full stretch touched either side of his chest. The shivers that this
produced were a classic example of enjoyment but I never questioned who was
the one deriving most. The gentle whimpers that emanated from patch and his
eyes almost turning in their sockets told me all I needed to know. A small
hand with soft skin almost encircled the back of my neck. His under
developed muscles did there best to pull my face to his. I was hard but
determination set in and Patch rather than pull me any further lifted his
head to mine. Even with eyes closed our lips found each other as if they
were like magnets and were forcibly drawn to each other.

I found patch to be desperate for the release of emotions within him. I was
aware that my own position was very dangerous. It had been so long but I
was sure, this had never happen before, that what was happening between us
was something that was on equal terms for us both.

The time came when by mutual agreement without a word being spoken our hand
did the job that words never could. Our hands found parts that human
modesty kept covered most of the day. It was so easy that the excitement
made the parts harder than ever before. I was stroking his flesh
manipulating the skin to pull back then forwards. Just a simple thing to do
for yourself but when done by another it causes the feeling never
experienced before time to attack the brain. Patch was not that big yet I
was sure that I could see his penis grow after every stroke. I suppose he
was feeling the same.

I took a practical side to see if what I believed was happening. I took a
close look but far from seeing anything my eyes watered when my lips became
attracted to a different head. I was slow to taste the red tip almost
resting on his belly. My lips seem to want to continue the action of my
fingers. Patch's breathing seems to become laboured in some way. So many
different sounds combining the weepy sounds to audible references that
contained the word, "Please do not stop."

I was far from stopping because those sounds made me work with even more
determination. Like a giant pair of cutters Patch's legs opened as far as
they could and I was almost sure that I could feel the tip of his penis
escape from the skin but this time I was not doing anything it was growing
while my lips were gently sucking it. My fingers found the small eggs in
their sack so smooth yet so special. The combination became so exciting
that I started to salivate as one would at the smell and taste of something
very special. The saliva dripped from my lips and trickled the length of
his erection flowing into the crack between the smooth globes. It was easy
to wipe it away but I was in contact with his hole. My finger seemed to be
pulled into the pink hole-causing patch to thrust up and I almost started
to cough.

"Simon what is happening? I have never felt like this. I want to explode
but I am afraid that I might never again feel like I do at this moment. How
can it be that two boys/men, well a boy and a man feel like this? I need
you to know this Simon, I was lost but you have found me.  I do not know
but being 12 I can only say that it feels like love."

Patch was starting to cry. I believed I should stop but a sudden croak
between the tears combined with the jet, reminiscent of water from a water
pistol, hit my tongue. I tasted and lifted away so that my fingers could
finish what I had started allowing my eyes to see a singular drip run the
length of his penis. I took it and without thinking I shared the tastes
that I had been happy to take from him. Patch also tasted what was on the
tongue.

"Did I do that? Is that what I made? Am I ready now to be happy?"

The point of no return had been made. Patch was tight against me. His arm
was close that he was doing his best to do what I did to him. With his
gentle stroke combined with a kiss I was blown away. I was able when the
need took it to last as long as I could but knowing Patch was controlling
my emotions it was like an ejector. We both got a covering of my seed all
the time his sweet kisses pecked away at my lips. The needs had shown that
we both had found the right way to say, "I love you."

It might seem strange, but we both for the rest of the night, just held
each other even in the deepest of sleep.

The next morning I woke to see his eyes looking straight at me. Nothing was
said accept "Do we have to get up."

We both showered and dressed far quicker than we undressed last
night. Patch did not seem at all concerned that he was allowing himself to
be seen and washed by someone that was a stranger less than 12 hours
ago. He did look different. He must have grown overnight. We clarified our
position with each other and made a commitment even this early to one
another. No longer would he need to tempt others with unwanted advances, he
had me.

I called his mum and she and patch let the previous incident drop. I
suggested that Patch help me at the weekend so as to keep his mind free
from boyhood actions that happened to a lot of people his age and mum
agreed.

Walking to mum's car we stole a glance at each other. Mum said that he
seems to have understood. When I was clearing up I found a note that read,
"I owe you so much. See you Friday."

That whole day I wrestled with my thoughts trying to find some flaw with
what happened. I only found 1 His age but a call later from Patch said it
all.

"Simon love is forever."



Part 2 to follow of Looking for answers.

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