Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2001 15:33:01 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Pawn to King Four     Chapter 7

This story is from my imagination. It is pure fiction. This is the first
story I ever wrote. It contains the contact between a man and boy/s. There
is sexual contact so do please check as in most countries this kind of
story if illegal so do take care.

I have the copyright so if you wish to use this or any of my other stories
then please ask. Fee-paying site will always be refused.

I am dyslexic and have proofreaders who tell me that the majority of this
story should be left as I first wrote it. My computer does most of my work
but I am pleased to be able to share this with you.



                                           Pawn to King Four


                                           Part 7


It took a great deal of courage when I was told to get back up and do the
thing that caused me so much pain. I was given a class that was quiet; well
that's what I was told. To all the teachers it was known as "Junior
removed." The class contained all the boys who could not be given a
classification to go to another class because of their lack of the
so-called common language.  An example; "Peter please pick that pencil up
you have just dropped." The echo of "Go fuck you." Was easier than no to
them. I was having a very bad day this particular day when a fight
started. I had just about had enough and had made my mind to quit at the
end of the week so had nothing to loose. There were 6 boys in the class but
when they all started I lost it. I ran to them grabbing each in turn and
hit each one with severity. I had 4 in tears and 2 swearing. Those two got
a clout again then the toughest a boy called Anders went to kick me. I
grabbed his jacket and threw him on a table. Holding him tight I looked him
eye to eye and said, "I knew a boy who died. He was so special and worked
hard. I wish it could have been you." Yeah, yeah, yeah I know wrong thing
to do. I was going to quit so what the hell. But Anders sat down He took
control of the class and boy were they scared of him. He was 12 and what
can only be described as a white thug. I sat looking out the window when
the head rushed into the room. It was so quiet you would have heard a pin
drop. The headmaster asked about the commotion. Before I could answer
Anders told the Headmaster we were talking about famous battles and got a
bit carried away. It was then the headmaster heard a word that was never
spoken about with regards "The remove classes" Even I turned "We are very
sorry for the noise but sir made it sound so exciting." Now I had either
been dreaming, turned into a ventriloquist or found a friend. The
Headmaster accepted the answer and told the boys to keep it down, then
left.

When the bell sounded all the boys left except Anders and his brother
Clot. His real name was Colin but he could never say that so as he grew up
people told him that he was a clot and it stuck. "Sir I am sorry. I have
nobody. I live in the orphanage and some days I wish I was dead." Then hand
in hand I saw both boys heading for the door. "Hey you two. Do you fancy
helping me with my boxes?"  The boys came back and Anders took the large
box while clot took my case. I took them to my car and loaded up. "Where do
you live again?" Clot said, "Orphanage while Anders corrected him. It was
not far so I offered them a lift

It was less than a mile so I drove them straight to the door. I did make
myself known to the staff. They were only too happy to meet the boys'
teachers explaining that they were a handful. As I was about to leave
Anders shouted "Bye Sir and thank you."  I was told that it was the first
polite word they had ever heard from him. I drove home. Later that night
while I was enjoying the company of a bottle of Whisky the phone
rang. "Hello Sir it's me Anders I wanted to know if you are feeling
better?" I answered yes being that I was half way through the bottle. "If
you need any help, like if you got a garden I will do it till you get back
on you feet. When my mother died it was just Clot and I so we looked after
each other. It was hard so if you need some help I asked here and they said
if you give me a letter I could help. Clot to if you don't mind getting
things broken." The phone was dead.

I think this rings a bell. "So I sat my self down to write myself a
letter." I think it was a song. Well I quickly drafted a note letting the
drink do most of the work then turned in for the night. The next morning I
read it "Dear Simon I have missed you so much I am glad I can have you hear
again." I tore it into pieces and cried. I took a shower but that did not
make me feel any better. I had started to think that a drink in a flask
masking the coffee would help but even I knew that would sure be the slope
to the end. When I got to school Anders asked me about the letter Clot was
sick all night so had a few days off from school. I penned a brief note and
gave it to him after lunch he gave me a letter. The supervisor gave his
permission for Anders to be in my company to help with home decorating and
cleaning. I had to call the number as soon as I got home. For some reason
we all got along better that day and even had a class on adding and
subtraction. It was very simple stuff but I added some block to show how
easy it was and most caught on. I gave them all a test to take home for the
weekend. It was a chance but I thought I would give it a try.

I took Anders home with me trying to think what we could do. The cellar
needed sorting so no time like the present. It's amazing what you collect
through your life. I was sorting out box after box when I came across the
picture of Simon "That's the boy you liked called Simon isn't it?" I could
only nod Anders told me to hang it up so I could see him every day. He
reached in the box and pulled out another only this was the nude. "I can
see why he was so special. Did he let you take this picture?" I do not know
why but it all came out even the part that we loved each other and shared
in the love. After I realised what I had said I begged him not to say
anything. "This is your business so no one needs to know. I wont tell." I
ruffled his hair. We did not take long to sort things out but I did not
notice that Anders was loading all my pictures and I mean all in the chest
that had a lock. "How old were the boys you made friends with?" I told him
their ages. "So my age then?" I agreed, "Do you think I could be one of
those boys?" I was stunned "Anders look don't get the wrong idea the boys
have been over a long time so it's hard to answer that." When we had
finished we were cover in dirt and dust so I thought I better offer Anders
the chance to clean up. I showed him the bathroom and gave him a towel. It
was not long before I heard the shower. I had not thought about him as I
had the others but when he came out with just a towel and headed to my
bedroom the thought of Simon Returned. On the Bed covered with a sheet was
Anders. His hair golden and curly. He looked different now. It was even
more different when the wet towel hit me making it clear what was to be
offered.

Now I do have some standards. Born with the name Jack I changed it after I
moved away from Li and Lo. Mr Kyoto was happy but I began to fear my own
feelings. The Name Chris was my cousin's name but I had a great deal of
time coming to terms with that. I sat looking in a mirror hearing Anders
getting dressed. We did not speak but left with a thought that I had lost
another boy. This one was making a move on me though.

On Monday after a normal day of fights and arguments that I believed would
have stopped I found a letter on my desk. The word "Private was the only
thing I could see. I decided that a drink was to be needed for this because
I expected it was to tell me that Anders was no longer free to help me.



The letter read:

Chris/sir/teacher,

Whatever you prefer. I have lived in this orphanage with my brother for
seven years. I came when I was 5. My parents like the act of passion which
produced us but then gave up on looking after us because our names were
never fun. I have seen and know many things we did at one time have a night
officer who for reasons of his own use a number of boys during the nights
he was there. Some of the older boys would get in the beds of others so
little by little I understood what happened. One night the night officer
called on me. He was kind. I did not mind when he took my pyjamas off but
when the Supervisor came in He was sent away. Nothing was said to me. I am
not stupid, far from it but the aggressive behaviour keeps others away
there and at school. I have been checked on but refused a home because I
want my brother and I to stay together. One weekend Clot was taken to a
home and it was as if the most precious thing had been taken from my
life. He could not settle so was brought back. When you got angry with me I
could feel and understand how loosing a loved one really felt. I tried to
help and was even happy to be in your bed hoping that it was going to be my
choice to do things like those in your pictures and the night officer was
going to do to me. As I walked home I was so angry with myself. I wanted
you to know. I know you will not show this letters to others because of the
secrets we have. Do not try and get me placed in a higher class because
it's my brother who needs me. Thank you for being a short friend. You were
kind but I am sorry to have made things unbearable.

Anders.

In case you wanted another reason for my actions it was my birthday and I
was giving myself a present.

That letter was from a supposed unreachable child due to his stupidity. I
believed he was older but he had just turned 12 that were far from a mind
of an 11year old. I have to ask, have you ever done anything drastic that
could change the whole outlook of your like but without thinking first?

I made my excuses and took a week off of work claiming that a relative was
ill. I went back to my roots taking in all where I had been remembering
what happened. I Called Mr Kyoto then Mrs Bell. I contacted the schools I
had done work for and even a photographic friend all to ask for
references. When I got back to my latest home I had got an answer from them
all. I made a few meetings with people in authority and my madness was
complete.

The next Monday I arrived back at school feeling very refreshed. I found we
had gained 2 extra boys who were just plain lazy. During the first hour I
had a chance to place a plan into action that I thought would take some
time to complete. Anders shouted at one of the new boys to "Shut the fuck
up." I bellowed in a forceful voice that I never knew I had while I was
calm. "Anders see me at lunchtime before you eat! The rest of you QUIET or
detention for the lot of you." Detention was hardly ever given to the
removed classes because they would just walk out anyway. When the bell went
at Midday Anders came to my Desk starting to tell me what happened. "I am
not interested. Listen to me. If you really meant what you wrote in that
letter you gave me, do this test. You will be on your own. I will have them
save a lunch for you. You have 45 minutes." I gave him the test paper and
left the room. I had got the dining staff to save a dinner saying Anders
had work to finish. Just as I was about to leave 20 minutes later Anders
came in. He never spoke a single word. I almost run back to the classroom
and found the test paper complete. I checked and it was 100% correct.

I went directly to the headmaster's office. "Excuse me Sir but I understand
that the 14 year olds are taking an aptitude test." He was surprised that I
knew but confirmed it. "I have one of those test papers. I copied it this
morning. I have given the test to a boy and wanted your evaluation of the
paper." He looked. Yes I see this must be Lake. He is our brightest 14
years old we have. Have good hopes for him." I then for 15 minutes
explained what I had done. I explained about Anders protection of his
brother. I gave him a copy of another letter I had and left.

That afternoon the headmaster called into the room. "Anders you will from
Monday be joining 2A. There will be no arguments. Your teacher will explain
what you have to do and how it will affect your schooling." Then as swiftly
as he arrived he left. Anders came straight to me. "What the fuck is going
on?" I know I shouldn't have but I laughed out loud. "Come see me after
school we will talk on the way home, to my house." For the rest of the
afternoon the saying "If looks could kill," existed well I would have been
dead ten times over. The room was very quiet for the rest of the day. At
the end of class Clot was collected which was unusual but happy by
Anders. Millions of questions were asked but I refused to answer. I opened
my door. Dropping my coat I grabbed a cold drink. "Not staying Anders are
we?" His coat was thrown over the back of the settee.

"Now do you remember that test you took? Well you became top of the
school. For once young man you could not hide the lies you and I know that
you have been telling. Now it's my turn, I lied to you as well. The last
time you were here you got into my bed hoping for my company but in a
special way. Is that correct?" Anders nodded. "Well I ignored you. My brain
and heart said I should have got in that bed with you. Because of our lies
we both now have to face the consequences. You will have the chance to get
better education and I will help your brother. He has to grow up
sometimes." The only thing that could be heard was the several, but' that
echoed through the room. Anders sat down quietly contemplating his next
move. "You promise that you will look after him?" With both hands on his
shoulders I said, "I promise."

After taking a sip out of my cold can Anders smiled. "I knew you wanted to
take me to bed. I think we both wanted it to happen." It was my turn to
nod. "I had better get back to my place and give them the good news." As he
went to leave I said, "Oh they know Anders." I then moved to the
Kitchen. "Hey what's going on?" I was good at keeping a straight face but
he could see that all was not quite as it should be.  I went to the spare
room he followed. It had been cleared and was a room with beds in either
corner. I carried two rubbish sacks out then felt the evening air blowing
through the house. "Well I had better get home anyway. Will you need some
more help at the weekend?" I thought. "I will need a lot of help. I have
made a list on the kitchen door."  As he went to look I called him
back. "Do you remember me telling you about a game called Chess?" a grin
crossed his face. "Oh that's another lie. I have played it. I am not very
good but the others prefer to throw the pieces about." I understood what he
was saying. "Well Anders do you know what Checkmate is?" He looked very
quizzical. "Yes it's the end move in some games that shows defeat."

"Well that's true. Come here for a moment." You have to be quick or I will
never get home." I looked at him. I held out a key, which he
took. "Checkmate Anders, Checkmate."  This threw the whole conversation
into confusion. "Sorry Son but you are at home and now you have your own
key." For ten minutes I looked while Anders just looked at the Key. It was
when I saw tears dropping into the hand that held the key I went close to
him. Clot will be here in a few minutes so you will not get split up. I
know you can read well so sit hear and read this.

"Today September the 15th 1986 permission is granted for Jack Chris Patrick
to have for a trial period of a time to be set, The boys known as Anders
Gilliam and Colin Gilliam. The brothers will be under the same trial
period. If after the set Time applications will be heard for the permant
adoption of the Brothers in question by Mr J.C.Patrick.  Signed this day
15/9/86 in the presence of Mr F Plover (Home Supervisor and Mrs C.W.Pice
JP)

Somerton County Court.

"Now then Anders any questions?" The only response was "Fucking great,
Fucking Great." I had to laugh. "Now it does not matter whose bed we sleep
in because I want you,"

"And I want you Chris, but who is this Gary?" I told him it was a long
story. No time now. The Pocket tank arrived crashing thought the door
quickly followed by Mrs Bell who had offered to help the home with
transporting the Clot to me. We hugged and said she was free for advice if
I needed it. "You will be the first I call."

I took the chance to check the boys in to the room. Clot took the bed near
the window. I showed them each their wardrobes and drawers. I had managed
to get some clothes that I thought would make them look like any other. The
orphanage was good but they clothed the children all the same. It was not
that bad but everyone knew who lived there. The worst comment when being
nasty was "I have a mum and dad you don't." So it was true but I could see
the pain when the children walked away. I whispered to Anders "You have a
special drawer near your bed. I think you will understand." He opened it
then smiled straight back to me. That evening I was a chef again beans on
Toast with Poached eggs. So, I will get better. It was 8-30 when I ran a
bath for Clot. He showed no worry at all and almost jumped into the
water. Although he was only 10, after one look I could see why he had been
the subject of so much affection by the boys and male staff. Soft and
smooth totally inhibited we spoke while we washed. He even took a pair of
the red pyjamas from the cupboard for his first night. I tucked him in to
bed and let Anders read a story but he fell asleep before it was half way
through. Anders came to me and said "I think it's our time now don't you?"
It took less than 10 minutes before Anders was asleep in my arms. Now
before you rush to what might or should have happened I will tell you the
truth. I removed his shoes and socks. His jumper was quite hard but the
shirt was easy. Anders had trousers that were fixed using all different
buttons and no zip. I was so pleased to throw them all away. I carried him
wearing a vest and briefs in a grey colour. That could have been the real
look but I believed that they were just dirty. He should have bathed but I
imagined that he would have queued for the same bath, with the water
getting more stagnant as each boy was suppose to wash at the orphanage. For
once he was in a real home. He could, oh and would wash when he was either
cajoled or took his turn. I laid him on the beds and covered him as I had
Clot. Now I did break the normal dad's pattern, whatever that may have
been, I took some close ups of both boys faces. Why? Do you know if you
sleep smiling? That's just before Rem action takes over? That's Rapid Eye
Movement, the start of a dream for those who did not know? Well both boys
had a smile that almost reached their ears. I had to have a picture. I was
developing them the same night. It had been several weeks since I had
thought about the camera. In between I heard a scream. Clot must be
upset. I ran to the room but it was Anders who was crying. He said he was
back in the home and thought that his coming here was all a dream. A quick
embrace and he was asleep again. Had I taken on too much? Did my heart
react before my brain had fully thought about things? Well 7 letters of
commendation, 3 letters of recommendation. The home wanted shot of the boys
being their only long-term stayers. It was not even me who had rushed this
all through, it was they but when I saw the pictures I was glad they had.

It was 3am. I had just finished putting up all the photos that could be see
by visitors. The wall over the fireplace was covered. The last two pictures
were the only ones that showed a face with their eyes closed. I would have
loved to have thought and planned all the things we could do but I knew
from past experience that going day to day was the best. I made some coffee
and re-read the documents. It was not until I came across a paragraph on
the letter from the home that started my mind working all over again.

"If Adoption takes place to allow the children a fresh start they will have
permission to change their name if required completely. The genuine parents
will of course have to give their full agreement to all above matters."

What would happen if they said no? I sat with a large glass of
spirit. Stupid thing to do at3-30am! Yes I fell asleep awkwardly in the
chair all right. When I awoke and could focus clearly I saw the Grey under
clothes of Anders just looking at the pictures I had put up the night
before. He had been interested in the two of the sleeping boys. When he saw
I was awake his first words were, "That was quick. You must have taken them
last night." I got up and the change in my pocket fell out. I gathered it
gave it to him pointing at the large bottle next to the fireplace. He had
to remove the sell tape roll from the neck of it to get it in but that was
no hard task.

"I think a shower for you being that it was missed last night. Passing a
towel he ran to the bathroom. The water had just started to flow when
Anders screamed and came running to me. I had never seen him naked before
so I suppose that some major words of exclamation` would have been
appropriate, I was dumb. "Look." I looked and with Anders help I saw a
single pubic hair on the right off his penis. I smiled. Anders looked
around, then holding it between his finger and thumb pulled it sharply. I
cringed as he pulled it out. Resting the single hair on the coffee table
Anders took the sellotape and tore a strip from the roll. Sticking the hair
to it he went to his framed picture and stuck it at the bottom. "It's a
memento just for you." Anders then took up the shower while I thought about
the gift I had been given. My only thought was that I had never given him a
kiss to thank him or even just said "Thank you." I did wonder just how many
boys would give away their first pubic hair.


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