Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2001 15:38:24 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Pawn to King Four    Part 6

This is a story of my imagination. It is fiction. This was the first story
I ever wrote. It is a story about the contact and actions between a man and
boy/s. There is a sexual content.

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I am a dyslexic. I have proofreaders but they believe that most of the
original story should be left as it was written.


                                      Pawn to King Four


                                      Chapter 6

It was a bright Saturday. About lunchtime I had a caller. "Hello Sir I have
been asked to give you this letter." There was Simon. He had been to the
pool and was on his way home. The letter read that he was suppose to call
on me at 10am. "Simon will sort out the times he is needed for lessons then
he can go to the pool." Oh well that's one big mistake already. I waved him
in. "There is a drink in the fridge." The rest of the letter was about
giving him a timetable for work sessions.

"So Simon I am glad you came here early this morning, I must have been
out." I showed him the letter. I told him what was going to happen if he
did not go along with the rules and get on in school. He played the
apologetic young man who misheard what his father had said. For some reason
I exploded. "I will call your father and insist that you know what is going
to happen. You deliberately ignored him so you could go and have fun and
that's all you do. What's your home number?" He went red and
shivered. "Please don't say anything it was my mistake. I am hear now so
lets get this all sorted out. Dad does not need to know does he?" I could
see he was very upset. "Now this is the time that pulling the zip down
would work to get in my good books."

That would not have happened. He was in shorts with a tee shirt. Trainers
but no socks and a nylon rope bag that contained his towel and trunks.
"Right first of all you will rinse your trunks out then hang them up
outside with the towel to dry, then we talk." I placed the letter on the
table and listened to Simon doing the tasks I set him. I placed a sheet of
paper on the table starting to write what he needed. It was clear that he
was never asked to do his own things because he came in soaked through. I
gave him a towel to dry off but did not succeed very well. I took off his
Tee shirt then told him to hang that up as well. I got his phone number. He
looked so worried as I called. "Mr Ball this is Chris I just wanted to know
what time you wanted your son home today." I was told "At your
convenience."  That was it "Now listen Simon I will never tell a lie again
for you or anyone do you understand. I saw a tear fall from his eye as if
the words thank you were far from being enough. We sat and wrote down the
entire thing he was having troubles with. I almost filled the paper but
realised that we could combine a number to make one lesson. I asked him to
write what had happened at the pool this morning. I knew that it was not
going to be much but got a surprise. While writing I place my hand upon his
shoulders then his neck I then took them off. I noticed that his writing
became more eloquent each time my hand was in contact with his skin. I
started to notice that the content of his essay contained more descriptive
looks about the other boys there rather than what he actually did. I
started to move my finger down his back, the writing became sharper even to
the extent of the different bulges he could see through the trunks and
shorts of the other boys. When my finger reached the waistband of his
shorts he wrote how life would be if he could see the boys naked. I then
started to read what he would like them to do to him. It was all their on
the paper. Whatever he wrote I did, well almost I had to tease a bit. He
spoke of one boy who he had never seen before, the boy touched him. He did
not know what to do but thought that if he were touched again he would take
a chance.

I heard the combination of a pencil on paper with a zip slipping down, so
it did have a zip! I slipped a hand around his waist to the top of the
shorts. The zip was open; with very little pressure I unhooked the shorts
then the pencil dropped. Simon slid round until we were looking at each
other. He rested his head on my shoulder while my hands stroked his
back. When I reached his neck with my thumbs he leaned back, I looked
straight at Simon not sure of what to make of this moment. When I went to
move I felt Simon hold on tight. "I am so sorry Chris I will never do wrong
again. I have needed a friend for a long time but never thought it could be
you." Simon was being genuine for once and he did not care that I was
feeling sexually turned on by this situation. "I see you opened your
zip. Did you do that for me?" Simons head was against me but I heard him
say, "If you want me like that then the answer is yes."

I managed to stand up with his legs grasped about my waist. No sooner as I
had stood up did he drop to the ground his shorts slipped to the
floor. Taking his feet from them I had Simon in his briefs sporting what
must have been a serious erection. I kissed his forehead while caressing
him. He trembled slightly while my fingers did their job. I reached the
briefs and began to tug then down. Simon lifted my shirt till it came
off. It was then the warm erection slapped against my stomach. Simon was
naked. I used my hands to turn him around and started to touch every inch
of him leaving his erection till there was nothing left to be touched. "Did
your friend do this for you Simon?" there was silence until, "No I have
never done this before I have never had a boy do things to me it was all a
lie."

"I think we better get you dressed then. I do not want to be doing it just
for me." As I started to pull the briefs up Simon said "But it's not just
for you I want it to happen. Is that wrong?" Simon turned to face me just
as I managed to cover him up. "Chris is it wrong that I want to do things
with you?" I went through the whole thing saying about how it was wrong for
an adult and a boy to do these things. How prison could come into it and
all the rest of the things that. I had felt his erection but never saw it I
wished I had. I sent Simon home all dressed but told him to come back for
the day tomorrow. That night I read what he wrote but needed several
tissues to clean up the result of his writing.

I lay back thinking what I could do to help Simon then drifted off to
sleep. The dream consisted of the part that we stopped at the night
before. Thank goodness for the alarm clock or I would have slept most of
the morning. I was having breakfast when the call came "Hello this is Mr
Ball.  Simon is on his way. I know you are expecting him. I will give you
my mobile number because I will be at work if you need me. Do not take any
lip and take the necessary action you see fit. Goodbye." I had managed a
mumble but no words. It was as though I had been given the orders rather
than requests.

I sat with hot coffee waiting for the boy to arrive. A knock and Simon came
in. Even though a Sunday Simon was dressed in his school uniform at the
bequest of his father. I got the idea straight that dad was not to be
argued with especially where Simon was concerned. He sat his case on the
table preparing for work without being told. "Good morning." I thought
there was a glimmer of a smile but I did get a reply with Sir attached at
the end. "Right if we are to get some work done then lets get one thing
right. My name is Chris. We are not in school so lets get
comfortable. There is no need for uniform just be smart. I will give you a
letter advising you parents that a relaxed situation may gain a better
environment for you to work in." Simon stood and removed his jacket,
hanging it up neatly on the hanger beside the door. His tie and jumper were
also removed and folded up placed on the chair on the far side of the
room. With the top button of his shirt opened I could see him relax almost
immediately. We started with Basic English that was his worst subject. I
found that one to one attention proved to be the best way to go. He was far
from stupid, infect he was quite clever in some ways. We went through his
mathematics then History. Now I was no genius but this was real basic
stuff. After an hour we took a break. I brought out the chess set. He hated
it but picked it up quickly. I always believed that chess and mathematics
were a combination of strategies but in a different way. No matter how he
lost we went over why then transferred this to the mathematical
problems. Quickly he was able to match the actions with the
numbers. Surprisingly he had finished all his work for the very first
time. I refused to check or mark the work because I wanted the teachers to
see the real improvements he had made on his own.

I made some lunch that surprised me. I was one of those pre-packed; stick
it in the oven cooks. Perhaps I should have said Chef but anyone can cook a
Burger. The mood became much more relaxed so the rest of his work was
finished under his own efforts. I was pleased and could see he was looking
for some sort of compliment; I managed a pat on the back and settled all
his papers in separate plastic folders for his teachers to see an effort
had been made. I told him to be honest and tell the teachers he was getting
extra help but the plastic folders were his idea. I have seen boys smile
but Simon was different.  His lips parted in such a way that his teeth
looked like the keys of a piano. About this time his father called asking
about his progress. "Mr Ball. Simon has worked very hard so we will take a
break in a while to allow the brain cells to recuperate." I waited for any
reply. "Brain cells I do not believe he has any but I must bow to you
knowledge. Simon is not expected home till he has finished so if it is late
I will collect him myself. Goodbye."

I could feel angry but realised that Simon's father did not know just how
hard he had worked. The one subject I had trouble with was Geography. He
had to write a description about the White Sea swirls in the
Artic/Antarctic during the months of the changes in the seasons. Yes that
would have taken me a few months to set up and complete but I believe that
after I told Simon what I thought his teacher, a Mrs Black, wanted he
started to write. I left him to it but soon got fed up with him asking
constantly "Chris how do you spell..?" I gave him my Dictionary that I had
used at school. I was not being nasty but he had to start somewhere. I sat
there watching the pen write along the paper followed by his brown
hair. Every now and again he stopped to think. As he pondered in thought he
moved the hair away so that his green eyes would go from a picture of Ki
and Ko I kept for personnel reasons to the dictionary. The smile that
followed was better than the shout of "Success."  I sat there for an hour
while he wrote two pages. I was surprised he did not ask me to read it. It
was almost 6pm so I said I would call his father. "Could you let me stay
for a little while longer please?" I nodded, what else could I do. I was
then presented with a young man sitting next to me. I did tell him to dress
before his father got here. His acknowledgment made it understandable that
I need not have reminded him. School stopped. We started to chat about all
different things. Simon apologised to me for lying about the boy when we
first saw each other. So many, "I am sorry." from a young boy." It was as
if they had played upon his mind for a long time. Simon even looked
sorrowful when he said it was wrong to be naked the other day. I told him
in a soft voice that if he enjoyed it then so did I. "I did like it but I
did not know what to do." I explained that it had happened to me so not to
worry, I got up to call his father. "30 minutes, is that agreeable?" Of
course Simon Dressed and we had a hug that was so nice, it was one of those
hugs that you wish could never stop. When Mr Ball turned up I was greeted
with a firm handshake. He looked briefly at his sons work. "Good working at
last so your teacher did find those brain cells I never thought you had."
That was that. I know that I had a hollow feeling like never before. It had
been a day where so much had been accomplished.

The next day at the end of school I got home to find Simon waiting for
me. I got us both a drink. He asked to call home to let them know where he
was. I spoke to his Mother who told me to call her when we had
finished. "Chris look." He handed me the folders each had a c with what
looked like "Much better." I was then shown the essay. Interesting thoughts
1 spelling mistake only Simon. This is worth a B-.  "Chris I have never got
a C before and a B I did not thing I would ever see one of those. I only
get a B when the word bad is on my work." He took the jacket and things off
but got a shock. "Now you have them Simon nothing less will do so you must
work very hard. What have you to do tonight?" I saw his mathematics book
and spelling sheet. This would be hard. 15 basic words but to Simon they
were very hard. The phone rang "Hello this is Simon's mother again. So
sorry to call but we have just heard that tomorrow the teachers are having
a training day so there is no school." I told her that I was already privy
to that. "I would like Simon to carry on working so I am asking if you
would be able to take him for the day?" I was going to do some housework
but thought I could do that around Simon while he worked so agreed. "We are
most grateful. I wonder sometimes why the teachers need to train if they
know what to do already?" I explained that some had new curriculum for
their classes but I was lucky being a teacher that stood in for others on
sick days and extra help like I was giving Simon. I made a request. "Please
let Simon dress casual after all it is his day off. He will be working just
as hard. "I will speak to his father, oh, thank you." That was that

That evening I found out just how bad he was at spelling No matter how we
tried we got them right then he forgot them. I called his Mother at 7pm
saying he was done for the night. I would like to have said worse but I was
still within my barrier of patience. As Simon left we never hugged so he
knew he had no got it right. I thought for the rest of the evening at how I
could help him but the 15 words just kept going around in my head. I needed
a large Gin and Tonic but had no tonic so thought "What the hell," then
poured a large glass and settled. I got a phone call. "Sir this is Mr Ball
I want to congratulate you. I am very happy with Simon's results. You must
be very patient. I had to call. Simon asked me to tell you he was sorry. If
he has misbehaved then please we have no objections if you need to dish out
corporal punishment. Sometimes that is the only way." I lied telling him
that Simon tried hard for a B. "Well he know what needs to be done. Thank
you from mother and I. I will drop him off to you tomorrow at
9am. Goodbye." The Gin had the desired effect and I slept well that
night. I woke with a dead mole in my mouth, well that's what it felt
like. No amount of brushing could get rid of that taste. Coffee, gallons of
it followed by a sharp knife to scrape the fur from my tongue. I managed
two cups before I saw Simons father drive up. I had a cane I used for
walking sometimes so took that with me. When they both got to the gate I
called to Simon. "Stop Simon. There are fifteen steps to my house. You will
spell all the words I give you. Any mistakes you will receive a stroke of
the cane. Understand." Simon nodded. His father scuffed his head "Answer
the teacher," With his head upright he said, "Yes teacher I understand."
One by one I shouted the words. Simone hesitated a bit on each but was word
perfect. I shook his hand. "Well sir I see you have things well in hand."
Simons father drove away.

Simon was not his normal cheered up self. I asked him what was
wrong. "Would you have used that cane on me?" I explained why I had the
cane, which made him smile. He was dressed casually as I asked. He stood,
turned with his back to me and lifted the shirt he was wearing. Three large
red strap marks were across his back. "That's because I could not remember
my spellings." I ran to the bathroom taking the antiseptic cream from the
cupboard. "Take your shirt of Simon." I took a fair amount of the cream and
gently covered his marks. Simon flinched each time I touched him until he
was covered. I sat there with him while he told me about what
happened. Well it seemed that his father would use a belt if he felt the
boy was slacking. In those times it was acceptable but Simons father in my
mind was a bit heavy handed. "We will work hard from now on so you never
have to have this happen to you." We hugged. I cried but was pleased the
tears fell into his sweet smelling hair. "Today we will get these words
right so that you will be able to say them correctly without any hesitation

We worked hard and by lunchtime Simon could say every word even in the
wrong order. I made some soup; well I opened a can, with thick bread. It
was great. I suggested he did the next 20 mathematical problems. 7 year
olds could solve them but Simon had just begun. It took 2 hours but I could
see they were right, I never told him. I quickly ran through the spellings
and we were done. I was starting my wash and the pile of clothing was huge
so looked like a 2 washes and dryer job today. Simon was still writing
while I was busy. He had been told to give a brief explanation to what he
had done on his day off. I looked over his shoulder and noted that his
achievements were to learn his spellings also do his other work given to
him. He would be free to relax and play now but had not decided what to
do. He used the dictionary so it looked good enough. Writing not great but
he was getting there.

I saw him standing looking at the pictures I had on the wall. Hair pulled
back from his face, black shirt with three-quarter length shorts leading to
white socks and white trainers. I quickly grabbed my camera and called his
name. Several shots were taken. "What was that for?" I explained that I
could add his picture to those I had on the wall. "Have you helped them all
Chris?" I explained that I had in one-way or another. I told him to get a
coke if he wanted. I was sitting down so was not surprised when he sat on
my lap. "What do we do now Chris? I smiled. "Anything you like Simon its up
to you but I think you have done enough school work." I could feel him
relax. I sat with Simon waiting to hear what he had decided.

I think it was me that made the choice. I whispered, "Simon get the
trainers and let your feet have a breath." I was not sure I was right but
he slipped the trainers off but not before he got up. With his delicate
fingers he un-laced each shoes. As a shoe came off so did a sock until when
he sat upon my lap his toes were wriggling like worms. I brushed his hair
back and looked him in the face. "I have an idea but I don't want you to
get upset if I ask you. Its just me being silly I think." The green eyes
looked straight back at me. His lips moved. "Yes but you will have to tell
me what to do." I laughed at him. "I have not said a word yet." Simon
smiled. "I am a mind reader so you do not have to ask just,"

I ran my fingers around his face. With such gentleness we kissed. "You do
know what I was going to say." We kissed again. I started to undo the
buttons of his shirt. I then did the cuffs. Simon told me he never undid
these but it was okay. Simon stood barefooted on the carpet. The shirt
slipped over his shoulders until it slipped to the floor. I looked at the
clock. I stood up and went to the phone. I called Simon's father. I asked
him to collect Simon at about 7 or 8pm. "which would be best for you?" I
told him 8pm that would give us time to go over everything we had been
through over the last few days. That sorted I went back to the boy waiting
for me. I took off my shirt to make things fair. Simons Hands touched
me. While he was doing this I was making a mess opening the belt around his
shorts. Simon showed me what to do. I lifted him up carrying to my
bedroom. " If I put you down do you know what is going to happen Simon?"
His hair flopped over his face as he nodded yes. I laid him on the clean
soft sheets. I sat upon the bed and reached to open the wrap around
shorts. After opening the 2 buttons I gently unzipped his fly. Simon looked
so happy as I pulled the shorts down to his ankles until I was able to
remove each foot. I started to take off my belt when a voice said, "No
please let me do this." I lay next to him and he did all the work. Opening
the belt then the hook followed by the zip until I was in my shorts. Simon
was in a dark red pair of briefs that I was going to remove. I took the
cover and covered us up. "Simon its now or not. You do not have to do
this. I think I have fallen in love with you." Simon turned on his
side. "Chris the first time I was naked with you I was not sure but this
time I am. All I want is you. I think you know that I love you to." I told
him I did not know but by then it was to late. He had removed his briefs
and given them to me. I took my shorts off so we were even. It was then our
love really started. Caressing each other until we held each other's
genitals. Getting stiffer with every movement our kisses became quicker
until the passion took control. I removed the cover and there we were naked
for each other to see. "Simon have you ever done this kind of thing
before?" Simon's kisses became more important than an answer until I pulled
him on top of me. "No Chris never but I am glad it's with you." I took some
cold cream and rubbed the marks on his back. I moved gently down till I
gathered enough cream on a finger and inserted it in the young pink hole
that had only ever been used for one other thing. "I love you Chris." I
said the same. Simon sat up to look at me but he did not understand what I
was doing with my finger. My penis slipped straight into him. Simon cried
in pain. I told him to stay still until the pain stopped. I began to rub
his circumcised erection. The cream helped. As I rubbed the muscles inside
him were doing all the work until I knew I was going to cum. I gently
pushed and I was there. As the first flash of sperm went into him Simon let
out a groan that must have come from his toes. A jet of clear liquid shot
out of his penis followed by another. We were both spent. I lifted him of
me and wiped us up with the tissues next to the bed. One has a red streak
through it. Simon was asleep. I set the clock for an hour then joined him.

When the timer sounded Simon was still asleep. I laid him on his back and
started to suck on the soft member. It was soon erect again but this time
when he came I tasted him. He thought it was the alarm. I checked him
out. He was a bit swollen but fine. We dressed each other after a quick
shower then spent 30 minutes in each other's arms. I never told Simon that
I had also taken a few shots of him naked. When the time come and dad
arrived he packed up and just left shouting thank you in the evening air.

I was told that he was drunk the lorry driver that hit a car on the
motorway two nights ago. "The man and boy never stood a chance. The lorry
driver just walked away while the others perished. The boy was Simon Bell
and he was just starting to get his act together. He might have got an B
this time but we never saw his papers." I went to see Mrs Bell and we both
cried at the funeral. It gave me pleasure to have permission to add, "This
boy was A+" I left the school after that. I gave no real reason but I think
they guessed. Mrs bell gave me a Bear with a heart on that said "Thank
you." She told me that as a mother you get to know when things change and
it was I who had done the best for Simon. I was moved in 2 weeks and fell
into depression. I told the Doctor part of my family had been killed in a
road accident. He was sympathetic and gave me anti-depressants. However he
never gave me enough because a neighbour found me so I was pumped out. "You
must see a psychiatrist." No I never did because when I was unconscious I
saw a boy who told me it was not my time yet. He even spelt the word
Czechoslovakia that was word 15 on his list. I got a job at another school
6 months later. The house I found had just enough space to hold all my
pictures plus one more. I sent 3 to Mrs Bell with my love.

I was made a substitute teacher to get me back into things. The new school
new I had been ill but not the real reasons. Thanks to a young man called
Anders I was working hard but I had to be sure that I would not loose my
heart after such a short time. Anders was well different he had nobody, an
orphan who needed more help than any boy I had ever met. Was there another
Simon I did not know?


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