Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 11:00:39 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Pawn to King Four.    Chapter 2

This story is Fiction. From my own imagination. It is not true but shows
what an imagination is capable of putting together for you. The story
concerns boy love. Starting from being the boy to becoming the boy lover

As with all story's of this kind please check that it is legal in your
country.

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use it then please ask. Fee paying sites will automatically be refused.

The fear of being a boy lover is real so this comes from a real person. I
am dyslexic so my computer does most of the work. I have proofreaders but
appreciate all the emails that have been sent.



                                            Pawn to King Four.


                                            Chapter 2


I had thought about writing a diary of the incidents with Alan and his
Uncle. All I did know was that the film was destroyed. I never felt so
unhappy about being me until I realised I was not the only one who had a
crisis. A woman came to my school with a young boy in tow. He was clean and
tidy moved in a few houses from where I lived so his look of anguish was
easily recognisable.  I was almost 14. I had been fighting with what had
happened to me for almost a year. A friend, well so-called friend was to
show the boy around. I was waiting outside the headmaster's office to
collect the rota for the new chess tournaments. Saint Peters was there
again and would be our first match, I never played them because I got a
cold and was forced to stay in bed. Convenient? I will let you work that
out. I put up the list and heard a commotion in the playground. One of the
school bullies had seen the new boy crying so had decided to make fun of
him. The so-called friend stood back to allow the youngster some space to
fight back but it was clear he would rather cry. I had a lot of anger
inside me for some time so the day came to let it out.

"Enough." The young boy looked at me. "Go on son if you want to cry you cry
and if anyone make fun of you they will be crying. Beckman please do try it
I am in the right mood to flatten your fat arse." Grammatically incorrect
but Effective, get you after school chess boy. "Why wait till after school
I am ready now." I walked towards him then he ran. I grabbed the boy who
was taking care of the boy. "You should know better. This was beyond a
joke. Go tell the head what has happened; the truth, and I will escort the
boy till I hear different." I took a handkerchief from my pocket and gave
it to the crying boy.  "Right lets go get some tea." It gave me the chance
to get a map marking each room down so he did not forget. "What is your
name?" " Toby Philips. I am called Jugs by my friends." Two teas I sat him
down "Jugs this is yours and I found these biscuits too." The headmaster
and the boy's mother came to see if all was all right. "Jugs and I are just
having a cup of tea." He smiled he actually smiled.

"Well Jack what lessons have you got left today?" after I told him he
suggested I have jugs keep me company to get use to the lessons. I
agreed. I told his mum that I would bring Toby home on the bus so he could
see what it was like. She gave me some cash for his fare and off we went. I
told the teachers what was happening and they included Toby as much as
possible. He could read well but his maths was very bad. I got some books
for him to use so that he could catch up. In the library class he was asked
what he was doing after school. He stood proudly and said, "I am having a
fight with Beckman." I laughed followed by the rest of the class who all
chanted Jugs, Jugs, and Jugs as his mother passed the window.

School finished but no Beckman he had been hauled before the headmaster. I
got Toby on the bus and he liked the ride. His mum was there to meet him
and he gave her the change. "Jack do come and have some tea. Your mum is
with us. She has been helping me move in. That sounded like mum. I agreed
and did my homework while I was there. I did a few bits for Toby and I was
made an honorary Uncle, what ever that was. "I have not got an uncle or
brother so can I make you my substitute one?" I had to smile Mum said it
was good by her so my mum made it official. I was an Honorary thingy.


 Toby's mum asked me if I would be free to baby sit Toby some time. I said
that providing all my schoolwork was done there would be no problem. I did
become friends with Toby and his mum very quickly. Young Jugs, he liked the
name, was 11 years old. He had white hair. It was so white that the word
Albino was often used. He was small less than 4 feet and clearly shy of
everything and anything that moved. When ever possible I would help him to
catch up at school and often he would just drop in as soon as he saw mum go
to her cleaning job.

One weekend it was raining so I decided to have a lie in. Mum shouted bye
being that she had her job to go to so I decided to drift back to
sleep. For some reason, I do not know why, I started to think about Alan
and what he had been doing all this time. I still cared for him in my own
way but wished that I had never gone on that fateful holiday. Without
realising what I was doing till it was to late I had hold of a strong
erection. I began to think of the things we did. That's what brought it
on. I slipped my pyjamas off then allowed my thoughts to expand. I could
still see him as he was. I could remember all the things we did together. I
gently rubbed up and down feeling the pleasure increasing with every
movement. I took a look to make sure I had the tissues by the bed but got a
shock when I saw something else looking at me. "Jack what are you doing?"
There was Toby looking at me. I never heard him come in at all but was so
pleased that it was not mum that was looking. I gathered my trousers up and
covered the erection. "I am doing something that most boys do." Toby walked
towards me. "I do not do that. What is it?" I was embarrassed. Toby walked
right up to me before I could get under my covers and lifted the trousers
away to look. "Close the door." He took his coat off then closed the door
coming back fascinated by what was happening. I climbed across the bed to
get comfortable then patted the bed to see if Toby would come and lie with
me. Slipping his shoes off he did get on the bed. "What boys do is a secret
and no one must ever know that you do it. He was puzzled but happy to lift
the trousers to expose my still hard erection. "What do you do then?" I was
not sure if this was the right thing to do but I knelt up recovering my
composure, and then lifted his shirt up till it came off. I tickled his
chest, which he liked. Things started to get serious when I reached for the
popper on his jeans. I pulled it open then slipped the zip down. Toby got
up and I thought I had gone to far but he removed his jeans leaving them in
a pile on the floor. There he lay next to me in his blue briefs and
socks. I ran my finger over the front of his briefs seeing a tent form from
my touch. I threw my trousers across the room then continued touching
him. I did not anticipate anything in return but Toby's hand held my
erection. The heat from his hand was burning. I slipped his briefs down to
uncover his penis. It was hard enough, about 3 inches long but quite
thick. After I took his briefs off I cuddled up to him. The smell of baby
powder was nice. He was smooth to the touch and happy with what was
happening.

I looked long and hard at the angel lying next to me. With no movement from
him I touched all eleven digits. 8 Fingers, 2 thumbs then my favourite the
extra one between his legs. Between finger and thumb I made up and down
movements until Toby was unable to stop shivering while trying to talk in
impenetrable gurgling, I had never heard before. When the penis stiffened
between my thumb and finger he was filled with Riga mortis. I took the
chance and kissed him. When he got to relax his eyes opened as large as
saucers. I was still hard. Toby was still holding me. "Now jugs you try
that on me." He did. I counted 5 swift movements and we both were
covered. Although not shocked he was instantly surprised at what
happened. Asking short sharp questions while the sperm still trickled over
his small fingers. I knew he was a good listener and so I told him. I never
left out a single thing. I could see he was upset that he was unable to
accomplish the same thing I had done, but I reassured him that as he got
older his body would make up for all the time he had not been able to part
with a little drop. I cleaned us up then helped him dress. I enjoyed that
morning but when he had gone for the first time I felt worried that Toby
may say something to his friends or even his Mum.

It was Monday when I saw Toby next .He had joined the chess club and was
going to be a good player. "I need to talk to you in private. Mum is going
out tonight she ask me to ask you if you would come and baby-sit." I agreed
being that I had no extra homework to do so could use the library to finish
it lunchtime. Mum was happy for me to go. She had seen my latest report
card so I was in her good books. Toby's mum was all ready to go as I
arrived. "I might be a bit late tonight so please do not worry. She called
my mum to let her know but there seemed to be no worries.

"Oh Jack I am glad you are here. You know what happened last weekend?" I
nodded. "Well mine has got very big and hurts what do I do?" This sounded
like a bit of over use to me. I asked him to show me. I watched as he
undressed. After he was getting ready for bed so was going to kill two
birds with one stone by undressing now. Down to his briefs he stood in
front of me. I took his red briefs down and wow. He had been at it every
hour. Swollen and red his penis was as thick as his wrist. I managed to
find some cold cream. With lashings of it I coated his penis. I then blew
at it until this became too much for him. He was in tears. I explained what
had happened. He went bright red saying he had been doing it ever since he
got home that morning from my house. I felt sorry for him. Taking his
clothes I followed him to his room. I lay him on his bed and used more
cream to sooth away the pain. He came 5 times that night but the cream had
left it less angry looking than when I first saw it. It was pretty early so
offered to lay with him for a while. I gave him the choice of whether I
should undress or stay as I was but he started to fumble with my buttons so
that answered that. We had a wonderful time. Toby's excess masturbation
sessions with himself had made him quite an expert when he did it to me. He
got covered with cold cream plus my cream several times that night. I
cleaned us up and dressed us both. We then had a hugging and kissing
session to end it all. I found his gentleness to be a revelation. I left at
11-30pm with empty testis, love in my heart, money in my pocket and looking
forwards to being Toby's friend all the time he needed one. It was 2 days
later that his mum called upon me. Jack I need your help. This is difficult
for me but I would like to ask you a big favour. I was changing the sheets
in Toby's room this morning and I came across, well, oh this is so hard. I
think he is turning into a man. There were marks on the sheet. I am
embarrassed to talk about it." She was feeling awkward. I was wriggling
like a worm on a hook. " I think he needs to have a chat with another man
if you understand." Click. Got it. Sex. Mums to shy so get a man who can
help. He knows already but I did not know how to tell her. The marks on the
sheets must have been me from a few nights back. "Well I will try to if you
think it is needed." I could see a relieved expression on her face. I will
pop to see your mum for a cup of tea and a chat. She knows I was going to
ask you. He is in his room thinking he is in trouble call me when you have
finished. I can see you will have your work cut out for you."

I went to see Toby. He looked worried. I came straight out with it "I have
been asked to talk to you about sex." He looked at me "Really." I sat with
him. I closed the curtains and proceeded to show him rather than talk about
it. We had a wonderful time. Short and sweet. His penis was the right size
once again, he was all for the show and tell game we played. I told him
about the sheets. He laughed saying we would use the floor and a towel in
future. In future? This kid had it all planned. I did not want to push my
luck but I did push a finger. Toby could not get enough. I asked him to do
something for me. The answer I got was "I will not forget." His mum was so
pleased. She offered me quite a bit of money as thanks. I could not take
her cash as well as her son now could I?

We stayed friend for almost 2 years. On his 13th birthday he had a friend
to stay. I went for the cake and was asked to stay while mum went out later
that evening. Things were quiet enough until I went to check on Toby and
his friend Peeping through the door I saw them both kissing away without a
care in the world. I just went in. Toby's friend thought they had been
caught. Toby laughed. "I will do what you wanted me to do now if you want."
I had waited for almost 2 years and yet he had remembered. I was concerned
about his friend. I looked on while the two boys undressed each other. Down
to their briefs, both the same colour they looked at me. Toby came and
kissed me. His friend never moved. I slipped Jugs to the bed removing his
briefs. His friend still did not seem interested. Jugs started in on me
pulling at my clothes until I was in my shorts. I placed an arm around his
friend's neck touching him all over. I managed to take down his briefs but
while I touched him the phone rang. Toby answered. "Jack Colin's mum will
be here in 10 minutes to collect him." I moved quickly rubbing the lad as
he stood there. He dressed while I sat there with a sample of his sperm in
my hand I dried off then dressed just in time to see the boy's mum drive
up. I arranged Colin so he looked neat and tidy. His mum was pleased and
they had gone. I had enough time to have a session with Toby before his mum
arrived back then the day was done. Seems simple enough. At 9pm the Sunday
morning the police called and all hell broke loose.

2 police officers called to see me and mum. "We are sorry to call on a
Sunday but we have had a report that your son Jack, sexually assaulted a
Colin Robins last night. They went on to tell the complete story while mum
was crying through every word. Mum called Toby's mum who came straight
over. I was surprised when she spoke up for me explaining what I had done
to help her and her son. One of the officers spoke to Toby and he denied
all knowledge except what I had told him after his mother asked me to talk
to him about sex. Nothing had happened and since then Toby had become a
well-mannered and mature son. The police took this away with them but later
that week returned with the full story about what happened. I was ordered
to appear before the Magistrate's court. This took some time but the story
got around the whole area and if I had money for every pointed finger at me
I would have been rich. On the day of the court I made the choice to go on
my own. I faced all my accusers but Toby and his mother never came their
statements were just read. My solicitor spoke out well for me and so did my
headmaster. After a long discussion I was found guilty by 3 of the 5
magistrates. Because of the verdict I was given an order for three months
assessment at a clinic for social disorders. I never went to stay their
just visit. After 3 months I was told I was to be given 3 more months
probation. "We believe something happened Jack but what we will never know
the truth. Do not let us see you here again." I looked at them "I never did
anything so I should never have been here in the first place." The scare
that people had made a few move, even Toby and his Mum. My mum went about
as normal. She would hear something and would get in his or her face
because nothing was clearly proved and everyone knew that. Mum was 5 feet
tall and built like a stick. This stick could kill.

 I carried on at the sixth form and also without fear was approached by
Toby's mum to help him. I agreed but only if she was happy about
things. "Jack I trust my son to tell me if anything happened. He likes you
a great deal and I have only ever heard good things, but if anything were
to happen I would go to the police myself." So a last chance
situation. Toby told me how Colin got beaten up badly when he moved away by
boys who said he was a liar. "His new school did not like him. 4 boys beat
him bad. I had a few friends at that school so word got around quick." It
was Toby who got his mates to beat Colin for spilling the beans on what
happened. I was smiling but do not get me wrong I felt sorry for him and
like most people who are caught and get away with it I was so lucky.

Toby and I became friends but I was getting older and so was he. They were
to move abroad so one night we had a session to end all others. We wanked,
sucked, fucked and any other word ending in ked. Talk of
exhaustion. Someone asked me if I loved Toby or was it just lust. I suppose
because I cannot give a full and frank answer it must have been lust. He
was like a brother. Don't forget I was an honorary brother/uncle. He left
my life at 17. We still write and he now lives with a judge in Holland. I
have never dared to ask if it is for mutual reasons. I do not believe that
is my business. Good luck to them.

My life went on. I started university. I was reading English, economics and
drama. I lived away from home staying at a flat I got with the money I
earned by helping at various schools with the children who were
illiterate. Funny that. Well one day I saw a sign that a local pub needed a
cooks help at weekends. I applied. The post had been vacant for almost a
year so all that they wanted to know was could I cook beans on toast. The
job was mine.

I got my head into schoolwork so did not have time for anything
else. Cooking was fun so all in all I had come out of things very well. I
managed to get a second hand Camera for my Drama exam and took a film of a
leaf falling from a high tree. I added the commentary and it was a grade A
pass.

Early one weekend the boss at the pub was calling me. His chef had taken
ill so they had no cover at the weekend would I be interested in doing the
work. I would get double pay and a room in the house out back. He called it
the granny annex but it was a mansion compared to where I lived. I accepted
the offer but struggled for the first weekend so I got some help. A woman
who lived next to the pub was asked to help. She was free whenever they
asked. Things got better. I even added some new dishes more fool me. People
started to like them so I was cooking more and more as time went by. After
1 month I met the children of the woman who helped me. 2 boys age 10 and
11. They would sit at a table reading. "I love stories can you read me
one?" That's how it started. One or the other would read and I would
correct them as time went on. One day my helper and I were taking a break
when the boys started to read. With clarity they followed the story right
through making just a few errors. "Well done." I said. Mum was over the
moon. She had been told that both the boys had something called Board
blindness. This is something that affects children quite a lot but goes
unseen. You look at a word on a board then you are asked to copy it in a
book. Between the times you have read the word and got to the book you have
forgotten it. The Childs head pops up and down all the time until they
loose interest and give up. Some who try just write the wrong word
completely wrong. Most school prefer to say children like this are
backwards so they concentrate on those who are easier to teach. Anyway, I
would clean and listen correcting the mixed words until the day came when I
said 1 or 2 things and that was all. From then on the books became more and
more frequent. Mum was very happy and one time we took a picnic and in the
sun had a wonderful time. As the boys read I would lie there and correct
them from memory. The school noticed a dramatic improvement until the
report card showed the letter c for English. Now considering they had only
ever got an F this was a complete change. They wanted to tell Nan and
Grandad in Australia but did not have a phone. So I offered to take all
their pictures holding their report cards. They came out just fine. I even
managed to blow up the report cards so that all the marks could be
seen. After that weekend and we had all cleaned up I gave them to their
mum. The boys bounced as though on springs. Mum cried. I had a special
Package for the pictures to go in so all that mum had to do was post
them. After that day I was taking all the pictures I needed. I even made a
film of the boys to show mum. The boys would come to see me at any time
with mums blessing. It was a turning point in my life.

During the half term break it was a real bad day. It did nothing but
rain. The boys came to see me bored as usual because of the weather. I
offered to read or play a game with them but they asked me to do something
for them as a secret. "It is Mums birthday in 2 days the one thing she has
never had is a picture of us. Will you take a special one for us?" I asked
them what kind of pictures they wanted taken. Both the boys, Ben and Nathan
said it had to be something that their mum would want to show
everyone. That ruled out my first thought. "Shall we make them fun?" both
boys nodded. I put up a white sheet near the light. "Right lets make you
into clowns. I had a face paint kit from university so asked both boys to
take off their shirts. I powdered their chests down followed by their faces
and the make up made them look like clowns. I took two Polaroid pictures
first then placed netting as collars around their necks. In the background
the light glowed and both boys stood side by side. It was done I managed to
clean them up but their trousers were covered in powder. I tried to brush
it off without much luck both boys then without a care they took their
trousers off and stood there in small white briefs shaking their trousers
until it was all off. I took a sneaky picture of all this but the boys
shouted "Hey not fair." I let them help me develop the pictures and frame
them. The one of them in their underpants made them smile. We took the
pictures to their mum that day. She loved them. I had even told her about
the make up then showed her the other shot. I hoped not to cause an
argument but she was fine hoping they had not made to much mess. The next
week I travelled to Richton, which is the home of the clowns. I took the
boys and their mum with me to the same place. We stood amazed, as on the
top shelf numbers 2007 and 2008 were the boys as clowns. The rules say that
if you are a clown your face is painted onto a Turkeys egg then blown and
glazed. You are there for life. With a certificate in their hands the boys
left looking forwards to showing their friends at school.

I began to become more and more of a friend to the boys. Ben and Nathan
would call upon me almost any day it rained. On one day I was in the
process of developing some still shots of the food I had cooked that day. I
hoped that this would encourage punters who came into the pub to buy the
food. Nathan the older of the 2 boys wanted to take some pictures of his
brother. I sat on a stool watching just how he did it. I was far from
surprised when Ben was in his swimming trunks posing like a
professional. He never bothered to dress when his brother did the same. Now
maybe it was the wrong thing to do but I made the comment; "I thought you
were going to take everything off for a while then boys." The trunks came
off after less time thinking to answer no. I swiftly took several shots but
they soon became cold. It was only fair that I let them help develop
them. All the time we were together I began to think of the trouble I would
be in if I were caught so used the old familiar verse, "Now you boys know
that the pictures of you naked must never be seen. I will destroy them
after you have seen them. We could all be in serious trouble." Pete flashed
through my mind. I realised that I had become someone who I despised so
many years ago.

The pictures were beautiful. The one of the boys looking at each other with
the emphasis on their bodies was perfect. I pretended to destroy
perfection. Hidden well the boys took over an hour before they dressed. I
believe that I know what some of you are thinking. You could be right. I
justify the situation by saying to myself if they did not want to do it
they would have stayed clothed. Ben and Nathan were happy and I knew at a
later date that this was the day that they both became models for a boy
lover. Oh what happened to the Chess? I started to teach the boys.


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