Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2001 14:11:14 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Silent member    Part 1

This is a story of the imagination. I think that we all have within us the
power to make the Imagination sound almost true. I have nothing to do with
this except I wrote it. The normal warnings do apply to this story being it
contains a story of a man and boy/s.

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			     The Silent Member
				  Part 1.


The call woke Chris up as he lay in the armchair after a full days work. He
was not expecting any calls that evening. He wandered to the phone
staggering past chairs and a half full can of beer. He was not drunk but
the tiredness had left him with partial blurred vision. His feet found the
many legs of the furniture that was in the pathway to the phone. Various
involuntary profanities escaped his lips before he picked up the phone.
"Hello is that Mr Christopher Harris?" He acknowledged that he was while
hopping to take away the pain in his small toe. Isn't it strange that no
matter what happens when you rush the smallest part of your body always
takes a bashing? Though the brain coming to terms with what was being said
he was not prepared for the worst. "Sorry to call so late but we have you
on our list as a short term Foster care." Chris shivered at the thought.
It had been over a year since he was called to help before. He had hoped
that his name had been lost and other people had been elevated to the top
of the carers and he would never be asked again. He was a bachelor who saw
a list at his works. He signed it thinking he wanted the other's to see he
was not afraid to take part but being alone he would never be asked. In the
last 2 years he was called upon to help more times than he ever thought.
"This is the welfare here. We have taken into care a boy of 12. He is not
talking to us at the moment. May we come and see you please?"  I would have
loved to say no but the pain in my toe seem to prevent it. Do not ask me
how because even to this day I do not know why. Well that was the start of
it. Me hopping about trying to clean up, as though I had an inspection to
pass. If anyone had passed my window they would have laughed constantly.
Hopping with a Hover was never my strong point.

It was about 30 minutes before the people arrived. The house was a mess, so
was I. Well by my standards. " Hello Mr Harris I am Patricia Cooper. I am
so sorry to have called so late but we have a bit of a problem. 2 hours ago
a boy wandered into a police station. He cannot speak and we no nothing
about him. A doctor has checked him over and given him a clean bill of
health. We have to make enquiries. He looks empty and lost. Being that he
is not ill we cannot keep him in hospital and being that he has not been
hurt we are at a loss. You are on our list, we have not called upon you for
your help in a long time. Would you help us now?" Chris thought for a while
then suggested that he meet the boy as a start. It was a few minutes before
coming through the door was a boy younger looking than 12. He sat in the
chair with a care worker. Miss Cooper went to speak Chris cut her off.
"What have we hear?" With a finger under his chin he lifted his face so he
could look into his eyes. Several strands of hair hung low. Chris parted
them so the boy looked respectable. " I will call you Mouse." The boy
looked at Chris then turned away. "Hey mouse you like cheese? I'll tell you
what. I will let this mouse go look around and if you get hungry the
kitchen is in there. Don't make any holes in the wall because I have a nice
bed that you can sleep on. Its all fluffy." Chris took the boys hand and
lifted him up. He said so all could hear, "Off you go and look around. The
Television is in the other room but I am not sure what mice like to watch."
Mouse wandered off. Miss Cooper was grateful and left with the other care
worker after a bag was given to Chris.

The bag contained all new clothing clearly packed because the mouse had
said nothing at all. Chris followed the mouse. He was methodical in the way
he went about things. In the kitchen, he looked and touched almost
everything. Even the tiles around the sink that had flowers on them were
not left out. Chris Sat watching little mouse wander about; He did look as
if he was lost. "Mouse you will be staying with me for a few days to keep
me company." Chris took his hand and thought the mouse was holding it
tightly.  He took him to his bedroom and watched again as mouse looked at
everything. He managed to sit on the bed and became very still. A little
girl had last used the room almost a year ago. Chris took out a sheet
followed by a quilt and its cover. The cover was a huge picture of a
cat. "Oh dear we have a problem mouse. He held up the cover to show him the
cat. "Mice do not like cats so we have to find another." Mouse took the
cover and spent time looking at it. Mouse then started to put the cover on
the quilt. He was so tidy about doing that. It became clear that he had
done this before. Well the bed was set for my little mouse so I thought a
bath would be best before bed. I would make a drink and tuck him in. I ran
a bath while mouse looked in the mirror. "I think you can wash yourself. I
will get some bed clothes for you." I was not sure what they had brought
with them so went to look and unpack. It was a good bag full but no pyjamas
so a tee shirt and some shorts would have to do for tonight. Taking them
into the bathroom Mouse was still standing there in the same place as I
left him. I never said a word but started to undress him. I never looked at
him but after I removed his shorts I lifted the little mouse and slowly
immersed him into the bath.

He never moved all the while I washed him. I used bubble bath so that he
was covered in foam. With eyes and a nose showing he began to change. His
hair was becoming lighter and the grime that had encrusted his flesh
disappeared so that a different mouse got out of the bath. Standing before
me was a pure gem if ever I had seen one. I placed powder on the parts that
I do then I dressed him. A quick comb and he was done. Mouse even stood
watching me clean the tidemark that was left on the bath. Hand in hand we
went to the kitchen for a drink. I made a big fuss about what mouse would
like even to the extent of making 4 separate things for him to choose. He
took a cup of tea, which was different considering that there was coke,
milk and chocolate on offer. I locked all the doors with my keys just in
case and showed mouse my room. "I sleep in here so if you need anything
just come and wake me. I sat with him for about an hour trying to play the
guessing game but nothing came forth. I was still no further into getting
to know anything about him since he first turned up.

I tucked him into bed and asked mouse if he would like a kiss goodnight. No
answer so I kissed the tip of his nose and told him he would be all right
here so not to worry and call me if he was scared. I was about to turn in
myself when Miss cooper rang to ask how things were. I told here what we
had done. She sounded very pleased but was no further at her end at finding
out who mouse really was. I was quiet and in a way was hoping to hear Mouse
cry. But far from that it was as quiet as a mouse. I could not get that
face from my mind. They thought he was 12. The report said he might have
had a traumatic experience. The following page was empty. I could add no
more because all I knew was mouse was installed into a new home for now and
was resting.

Time passed and at midnight I checked to find the bed empty. I checked the
windows but found nothing. When I went into my room there on the carpet in
a ball fast asleep was mouse. I lifted him up and lay him on my bed I did
not want to take the chance he would wake up in his room tonight and find
the place empty. He was a bit heavier than before but I was careful not to
wake him. I lay beside mouse wondering what to do. I could not help but
hold onto him tight so that when and if he woke early he new that he was
not alone. Bed is a time for sleeping but it was I who could not sleep in
any way or form. I heard a gentle whisper "I think mouse needs to use the
toilet." I was surprised but I did not want to hesitate to long in case he
could not make it. I got up and led mouse to the bathroom where I left
him. A gentle trickle could be heard and I thought it would never stop. It
did but it also went very quiet. I looked around the door to see mouse had
fallen asleep sitting upon the toilet. I lifted him up and managed to get
his shorts up. I carried him back to bed where I managed to tuck him in. I
got in the other side allowing mouse and I to sleep now with ease.

It was not I who woke first the next day. Mouse was sitting up when I
turned over. "Hello and good morning mouse." I said. He looked puzzled.
"Who are you?" With an arm around his shoulder I told him but said he could
call me anything he liked. "Good morning Chris. How long has this mouse
been here?" I told him what had happened but he could not remember. Mouse
went to his room and brought back his trousers. They were in a bad state of
disrepair. In the back pocket was a locket that was tarnished; in fact it
was almost black. This is mouse's friend. I opened it up to see another boy
who was dressed in a school uniform and looked very smart. I wondered why
this had not been spotted before. On the locket were the initials M.O.S.
"Look it is like Mouse. Is that I?" I looked hard and began to notice
similarities. The picture was of a younger boy so could possibly be a young
mouse. I told him we had new clothes for him and hand in hand we went to
choose some things to wear. He chooses some white socks shirt with the word
Zoo in the front. Three quarter length shorts and briefs nearly the same
colour. Finally trainers, which made him, look very smart indeed. I got my
camera taking several pictures so that they may be used by the people who
were trying to find out who he was. Miss Cooper arrived not long after. And
she was still none the wiser as to who he was. "It's been almost 2 days and
we know nothing. He has never spoken so we are at a loss." I offered her a
drink. She looked very grateful for some liquid relief. "Mouse will make
some tea for you." Her look said it all. "Mouse!"  He came in looking
immaculate. "Yes Chris." Miss Cooper grabbed her notebook. "He is
speaking." I explained just how it happened, giving her the locket to look
at. "Here is your Tea, would you like milk or sugar, maybe both." She
looked at mouse and said, "Just Milk please." Mouse bounced to get the milk
talking as he went saying just how pleased he was that the milk would be
used. "Cats like milk so if it's all gone no cats will come here." Mouse
pounced upon my lap so this gave miss Cooper the chance to ask some
questions. "What is your name and where do you live Mouse?" He laughed. "I
am mouse and I live here with Chris. He is my friend." I tried to tell
mouse that that was today so who was he and where did he live yesterday.
The boy squashed up against me and began to whimper. Something had
obviously happened. Miss Cooper drank the tea then took the films and the
locket saying she would be back in a few days but earlier if she has found
anything else.

Mouse was sitting in the chair when I approached him. I could see he had
not realised what he had said to Miss Cooper. "Mouse I want you to answer
me a few questions. They are very important." All I got was a gentle nod. I
managed to ask who he was and what had happened. "I am mouse." He looked at
me then after a while I did get the answers I had been looking for.  "My
name is Anthony marshal. I am almost 12. I lived with my granny but several
weeks ago I could not wake her up. I think she is dead. She had looked
after me for a year and now there is no one." With an arm around his
shoulders I asked more questions, he answered. "My mum took drugs and my
dad left her so we were alone. I had a lot of uncles that stayed with mum
but I did not like them. Mum asked me to help her. I did but I did not like
the things I did. One-day mum was different and made me let one of my
uncles' sleep with me after they had an argument. He was kind but did
things that made me cry. From then on he preferred to sleep with me. One
day he gave mum some money after he got up and they had the biggest fight I
had ever seen. Mum took a carrier bag put some things in it and took me to
my granny's. I have never seen her since, and now granny's gone. I just
walked about looking for the uncle who was kind to me. I tried to go home
but the house was all boarded up." I got his address. It was over 30 miles
away. I told Miss cooper straight away. She was astounded at the story.
That evening she had got the sorry story of Anthony's life. She visited
me. Both parents were now dead and the Granny had a stroke and was in a
care home. It was to be arranged that he be admitted to a children's home
where a psychiatrist would look after his welfare. Now don't get me wrong
but the thought of Anthony having nobody but being hauled into a strange
home was the bit I found hard to agree upon. I suggested to Miss Cooper
that Anthony might stay with me and I would go to the Psychiatrist. It was
not the first choice because of policies. "I will have to check up on
this. The boy might be to much to handle." I called out for mouse, opps,
Anthony to get me a drink if he would be so kind. "Miss Cooper if he felt
happy to talk to me what difference is a Children's home and a
Psychiatrist. He must be comfortable here to have spoken. I will report
anything he says and will agree to any orders the children's department
make. I only want the best for him. I am a short-term foster carer so I
have little time. Please give the boy a chance to settle before you uproot
him into a strange place once again. The boy," A sudden noise brought
things to an end when we all heard, "Boy my name is Mouse or Anthony. It is
my life and I have been living rough for a month so don't I get a say?" The
adults in the room looked at each other but no one except me looked at
Anthony until I said, "Well the mouse has made a decision.

The people from the children's department got up to leave. They had decided
to give it a few days to see if Anthony opened up to me any more. I made
some food for us both and was pleased to see it disappear quickly. We
washed up after our fill and relaxed in the living room with a drink. I
became quite confident asking Anthony more questions about his life. " I am
not that good at saying what happened because I do not know how people
would take it." I told him that he could tell me anything and only if he
said I would tell anyone else. "I had a nice time until mum took the drugs
then I had to do everything for myself. The uncles would come and see me
saying I had to be quiet while they were with Mum. One-day mum was asleep
after taking something when Uncle Jim turned up. It was late so he helped
with some work I had to do for school. It was great. He even gave me a
bath. I did not mind but when he started to wash the parts that I always
did myself it became strange. I was enjoying it. When I finished he dried
me off then put me to bed without my night things. He said good night
turned off the light but instead of going he closed the door undressed and
got into bed with me." I could see he was having a hard time talking now so
told Anthony he did not need to go on but he did. "I saw him undress before
he got in my bed. He told me he would stay there until Mum woke up. I did
not mind that but his hand was touching me again. He held my dinky and made
it go hard. Throwing back the covers I saw him touching it. I was feeling
nice and that's when Mum walked in. Uncle Jim got up and went to her. He
was naked with his wallet open trying to give mum some money. She went mad
screaming at him. All Jim did was dress leaving some money on top of my
cupboard. Mum called me a poof. I was left alone. The next morning I was
sent to Granny's with a bag and a letter. The money had gone but I was
upset when Granny cried all the time she read the letter. I was told this
was all down to Mum and her drugs. I missed Jim. All the time I stayed at
Granny's I would go looking around to see if I could see him but I never
did. Then one afternoon I found Granny on the floor, she never moved. I
then knew I had to find Jim but never did. I lost my way and almost got run
over I then stopped talking nothing ever came out till now."

I sat and listened. The only thing I could say was, "And so you ended up
here with me." Anthony came and sat in my lap. He was in-between being
happy and hysterical. " Have my family all gone now?" I explained about his
Granny, I also told him what I was told about his parents. "Well Anthony
Mouse looks like it's just me and you. I do not take drugs and I like you
being here. This was the first time I had seen him smile. It was getting
late so I said I would make a drink while he had a bath. I started to pour
the milk when a scream shattered the silence in the kitchen. I ran to the
bathroom to see Anthony standing by the bath in tears. He had done what
most male children do once in their life. The zip had caught his penis. The
tears were awful. I could see what had happened. Gently I held the zip and
pulled it apart allowing his penis freedom from the pain. When it happened
I checked him over. All that remained was a miniscule cut on the flesh. The
tears stopped quite quickly. I helped him remove his shorts so there would
be no reoccurrence of the accident he had before. With some waterproof
cream I placed some on the cut. The inevitable happened he became erect.
Standing now head back looking at the ceiling I slipped the briefs off
Anthony and in one swift move his shirt. I had seen him naked but the dirt
covered most of him. Now it was different. A tear stained face looked into
my eyes. I lifted him into the bath gently immersing him so that the cut
did not sting too much. I got up to go back to the kitchen. "Please do not
go Uncle Chris." I never thought of being an uncle but I had never though I
would ever be looking after a young boy whose life up to now had been a
mixture of pain and pleasure. I did stay and washed his hair. I once again
said how beautiful he was because it was as though a second layer of the
dirt he first had come off. "Jim washed me. Is it wrong to like being
washed? I mean he washed me all over. Can it be so wrong after all Dad did
that to me? Not often, Jim was so gentle I never wanted him to stop." I
started to think that I was beginning to get into some areas that I could
not answer. "Uncle Chris is I a Poof because I slept with Uncle Jim?" I had
a swift question. "Mouse what's a Poof? Okay this brought a huge laugh from
the Mouse "Oh Chris it's someone who lets someone touch their Dinky and
body. Two boys, you know." I smiled at his simplistic description of a
child view of homosexuality. "Well Mouse, Anthony. You slept in my bed last
night so does that make me a poof?" He never spoke for a while until he
stood up to dry. "Did you touch me as well?" I laughed and hugged him. "No
little Mouse I cuddled you for most of the night so you got some sleep." I
wrapped the towel around him and started to dry him off. "I do not mind if
you did because you are my friend." With that he gave me a kiss on the
cheek. I returned the gesture. The thought that, I wish, had just then
entered my mind.

I managed to get Anthony his bedtime drink. Nothing more was said to each
other, He needed no help at getting into bed tonight but his kiss brought
out a more loving response as I tucked him in. I went to my typewriter and
began to write down all he had said. The thoughts of what happened made me
keep certain parts out until I had time to make sure mouse was happy at
others knowing. It took me almost three hours to get the chat down upon
paper clicking continuous as if I were a Woodpecker. I started to think
about what would happen if I carried out the actions of Uncle Jim. My mind
was saying, "Who would it hurt." On the other hand I was in fear that I
might not be able to stop myself. The papers, almost word for word, and our
conversation neatly in the folder I made my way to bed. I looked in upon
Anthony who was asleep on top of the duvet. He was laying with his hands
behind his neck, on his back and legs apart. As I moved to cover him up I
noticed the tent in the shorts. I wondered what he was dreaming. There was
a slight whimper as he breathed out. I stood so silent watching as he moved
a hand into his shorts. I stopped, thinking it would be best to leave.
Pulling the front of his shorts down slightly he grasped his penis. The
erection was willing to be touched. He gently stroked himself until the
breathing became louder and louder. There was a chair near to the bed and I
sat in it watching. I do not know why but I found myself enjoying the act
going on. The name Jim echoed from him several time's until a final "Uncle
Chris please, I want you to do it. I do not mind." I did not realise until
Anthony said those words that I had an erection as well. As soon as I
noticed I left the room. I undressed and went to bed. Horrific thoughts
went through me. I do not know how long I was there but a cry made me
return to his room. Anthony was almost naked now and the sounds were
pleasure not pain as his hands were moving speedily over his whole body. I
tried to leave but the chair beckoned once again. It was magnetic watching
him. I was about to get up and go when for some reason I got up from the
chair and sat at the bottom of the bed. I have never been attracted to boys
but this ones action did something to me. His shorts were around his
knees. Shirt opened, so enjoying what he was doing. I remember his legs
were apart when I first saw him when I checked. I carefully pulled the
bottom of the shorts until they moved down to his ankles. He never woke up
at all. I tugged a little further and I was sitting on his bed with the
shorts in my hands.

Things seemed to change slightly. Anthony opened his legs. His hands
started to stroke his chest moving the shirt open as far as it would go.
Every now and again a finger would come into contact with his penis. His
nipples were treated to some of the action now but he never forgot the
parts that gave him the most enjoyment. "Uncle will you do something to
me?" His eyes were closed so the dream he was having was increasing in
reality. Why, I have never been able to answer but I reached forwards until
my fingers came into contact with his penis. The heat coming from it was
enormous. I stroked it and he never moved away from his chest. Between
finger and thumb I rubbed it gently. His body bucked up and down. I never
wanted to stop but all of a sudden he arched off of the bed and slowly
descended back down. I could fell a wet mess beginning to form between my
thumb and finger. I let go and wiped my digits upon his shorts. His actions
became less and less until all the motions had stopped. I could not cover
him up so took my gown off and covered Little Mouse up. I quietly got up
and left the room "Thank you Uncle I Love you. Please do not let anyone
know I love you."

I went to bed and drifted in and out of sleep thinking what had happened.
When the sun was up I was awoke by a nude little mouse wearing only an open
shirt and my gown.

The Silent Member Part 2 to follow

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