Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 17:44:49 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Arena  2

This story has come from my imagination. Yes it is fiction. I have written
stories about men and boys before. The action between a man and boy is
illegal so do check that your country permits this type of story.

I have the copyright to this and other stories so please ask if you wish to
use this for any reason. Fee paying site will be rejected. I am sorry.

I am dyslexic and suffering cancer. I allow the computer to do all my
work. While resting I find writing the best way to accomplish this. I am so
grateful for all the letters I have received and quite overcome with the
response to "The Arena." I was not expecting the mixed letters that I
got. The feeling of Love and hate it generated was surprising. Well I have
been told it should have been longer so I hope Arena 2 lives up to its
starter.


I had been doing stories I wrote a long time ago but this will be the first
new one in a long time.

To all the letter writers I am very grateful.


                                  The Arena 2



I had many letters asking for the Arena to be extended. I did say that I
hoped you did not expect me to tell you where the plane took Cullen and
I. I have had a lot to think about so I will need your assurance that this
story will go no further.

I found the plane okay, but only after I found a house near to Southern
Spain. The house was a traditional building that showed its
worth. Arrangements were made with the local officials to turn a blind eye
providing they got some sort of remuneration for being not around while
things were being arranged. I did meet the top people and I shook hands
with a brown paper bag every time. The big boss of the boys' trading post
had set up things, as I had become accustom to calling it. I know that no
matter how much hate I had I did want the people younger than I to be safe.

The house was a well-hidden place, very much like the plantation houses of
the 1800s. Cullen was still thrilled that I had taken him with me. I must
be honest with you. The feelings I had for him were like a younger brother
but in a way it was different. I was told the house was colonial. I would
have said Sergeant because I had seen enough of the Colonel type people
come for boys to please their needs, sexual and otherwise.

I was given some staff to assist me but instilled within them that it was
the boys who made them money so keep that in mind. Nine boys rooms an
office then the bedroom with a round bed naturally. Six bathrooms. A dining
room, followed by a large pool. The rest of the building was shaded so the
boys who came would get fresh air. I sat in the study to review the
rules. Being this was my place I would do things my way. The people who
thought they were in control got a shock when I told them the good
news. The answer was providing there were boys to trade and money made I
could swing upside down on the chandelier for all they cared. Cullen had
the main room while I began to get ready not knowing what would happen.

I think I can hear some people say, "Why the fuck did you just not get out
of it?" Well there is a simple answer to that. The boys about to come had a
choice, owner, not me, but maybe a sadistic person who would beat the boys
so their bones of their bodies showed. Yes I hated what was going on. Yes I
had a fumble with Franc and no matter how many times I said no or vomited I
was drawn to this new kind of whatever it was. Sounds a pretty week excuse
I know. Cullen I bought. He was different. He never showed any feelings
towards me except when he leaped across the table after being told he was
not up for sale. I could feel the bile forming when I knew from the start
that I had to find a way of training them. I did see that I had no den with
which to inflict torture on the boys.

A man wanting to chat to the Cougar called me. What had these people got
with animals? I assumed he wanted me. "I have 2 boys in the car. We will be
with you in ten minutes. I told Cullen the news. "Here we go again." A
simple hug I am sure was needed but I could not face the look from Cullen
with a feeling of something.

A tall man called. He had with him two boys. I was handed the books before
a word was spoken. Hakia and Sim. They had been involved in a war between
feuding rival factions. They had been originally taken to serve the winning
leaders. Suddenly he had been gunned down and they were alone. After a
conference the boys decided to give the house a try knowing that here was
much safer than the war torn streets where they were first brought up. The
boys were 11 and dressed in the native costumes. Each had a sheet that had
a hole in the middle. That's where your head went. For the first time I
came across a problem, language. So I was the fool. The boys could speak
English. They had learned at an early age not to because that would get you
killed. I got Cullen to get the boys a bath followed by a change of
clothes. I had not seen the clothing cupboards yet but on a plan I found
they were in a storeroom in the basement. I quickly read every book I could
find. I saw a training manual. I looked in the mirror but could not believe
that a former council worker would be getting boys to do the things I was
repulsed at.

The boys all returned. Yes the conformity had begun. I arranged some food
for us but even with eating implements on the table Hakia and Sim used
their hands. I asked Cullen the ultimate question. "I want you to show the
boys what they have to do in every way. By doing that I hoped that the boys
would become the fastest items we could turnover. More money and the boys
were away from the war. I had to sign the obligatory badges and found out
what there true meaning was. The better the boys' actions the more badges
could be removed. I still never understood why the boys would allow
themselves to become commodities like this. I would never in my life get my
head around that.

Three further boys arrived. Two black plus one Albino child stood facing
me. The black boys were from Gambia while the Albino was Dutch. Aman with
his brother Eran, both 12 while the Albino were called Jared. He was
12. They had been sent from another house that was full. I could not
believe what these boys had gone through to be accepted by people who
needed a thrill from them Amen and his brother were traditional slaves who
would do anything just to be wanted. Jared was a boy who would be seen as
someone special. Cullen had a busy afternoon. I could not face the steps
that had to be taken for the imitation. I found a bin. I knew I had to get
one because the readings of their files were so powerful. Cullen gave me a
list of the clothing used. "You have to understand, we are all here because
this life is ten times better than what we had. Try not to think about what
we do, just think about who we are." Well there you have it. This boy who I
bought was giving me a lecture on getting the boys ready for the future
whomever to buy and molest them. I was going to be paid so this could
happen.

I wrote a list of things I expected the boys to do. I was free to talk to
them at any time. I never mentioned that this house would not punish them,
because to even rise my hand or any object against them would cause me
twice as much harm as them. All the boys had travelled a long way. I did
get them to bed early after tea. They all slept well. I finished my
diary. Yes I had started a new one to insure the boys that I would know any
person who made a request for the angle for his life. It was almost
midnight when I got a call asking for a fully trained boy within two
weeks. I read what was required. Just like a butchers as I may have said
before, there was a list from a sad person eager to get their hands on
someone who would make him scream in sexual delight.

 I did try to shower but I think I saw the water and ran away because I did
feel dirty about this work and becoming clean would never be something this
job would allow. I found a message from Cullen saying that he was free if I
became lonely. I could not hate myself any more now than I did.  It was a
new round bed so took some time to settle. In the dark I heard the door
open. I knew this was an impending disaster. Maybe Cullen wanted company. I
did not mind his company, but it was not he

I held the sheet tight going through the diary in my head writing a list
that contained one word. "Pyjamas." It was a hand on my arm that gave me
the bad feeling. Tonight I began to wonder. Whoever, their legs sat it
between. His feet were doing all the work that caused the impending bile to
creep into my stomach. His soles caressed my organ while I was almost in
tears because it was responding to the feather light touch. Each toe moved
in a different way. Each ribbed detail of the organ had a toe that complied
with it in some way. I know that my breathing was beginning to take
separate breaths. I sat up but the sheet never fell. I tried to pull, but
the feet carried on with the task they had started. For a moment there was
a change. A tongue replaced the toes. Lips and tongue fought a battle to
win the war. I knew what was going to happen. I knew I could not stop
it. The call of sexual frenzy crescendo through my whole body till it
escaped from my lips. The never-ending suction gave me the shock normally
associated with electricity. The expert was swallowing all that I said I
hated to happen. Again a boy had exposed the internal feelings that if I
thought about them I would vomit but when it was done this way I hated
myself for the enjoyment. The boy reversed his position. I grabbed his
hand. I became gentle realising that the strength I had forcing to hold his
hand was not what I wanted. I was gentle with him Maybe I was saying thank
you.

The next morning I was showering when Cullen came in. So shorter time ago I
would have shouted some kind of obscenity. Now I just carried on washing
hoping that Cullen would not be in too much of a rush to leave. I realised
what I had been thinking, I called Culled and demanded he find out who came
to my room last night. It was lunchtime when he told me he had failed. All
denied it.

I sat with them all explaining the badge system. I then told them about my
mystery visitor during the night. "Did he do a good job?" asked Jared. I
explained that I could only talk to the boy who did it. Aman and Eran both
looked blank. Hakia and Sim the same Cullen got angry and shouted. I
explained that I was a trainer so whoever did it may need some help to get
rid of his badges. Yeah that worked like a hedgehog crossing the road to
see his flat mate. I decided to show the boys how to use the oil. "I want
you all to take your shoes off." Now I remember the toes all right so maybe
my hands would get me the information. Now my suggestions always fail and
this was again one of those times.  They got use to the oil but I got no
further with my investigation. I gave up. I did have a slight emergency
Jared had hurt his wrist. It looked like a simple sprain but to be on the
safe side I called the local Doctor who I did not know. He was privileged
to the information that the house was about. A swift bandage, the doctor
got a quick thrill. He got to examine all the boys at great length that is
except Cullen who must have had the words keep off printed on him.

I took in the final 2 boys for that stage. William and Russell were two
boys who originally had come from New Zealand. They were 12 and 13. They
had run away from the people who were looking after them. The government
had arranged this. They had been physically abused so ran away which is
where they go involved in the house of boys. The carers had taken a long
vacation but never got to the destination. Now this is something that
confused me. You get a boy who is beaten. He asked the wrong person for
help and they are told what to do to get help. The adult is dealt with and
the boy is trained to be subservient. Adults turn up who buy the boy only
in some cases to beat him again. The boy is supposed to be happy. Being
here the one thing different was that we were to teach the boys to give
pleasure. The boys would also get something for being good at what they do
No beatings or punishments by the owner (What a thing to call them) or they
would loose their heads in more than one-way.

I decided that I could not put off what had to be done. While Russell and
William were getting a bath I spoke to the other boys explaining what might
be expected from them. I had to listen when the boys told me that they had
done so many things already to stay alive. The brothers from Gambia stayed
with a man who let his friends use them. (I thought that interesting, to
Use them.) Jared was called a weirdo because of his looks. He did not want
to upset us but the only people who liked him were the people who would
undress then touch his white skin. He found friends that way. The brothers
from the war zones were proud of what they did. "We got all the information
for our friends just by letting some general touch us." William and Russell
got to us and heard the story of the others. "I had to do things with my
brother and a lot of people watched. We did get a lot of money until we
went off with some men who watched us. It could have been worse but we got
away." I got a record book for the doctor. Most had had the children's
problem Jared had a scar on the right hand side near his hip I knew that
was appendix.  I listed all the ailments so was happy with that. I sent
them off for lunch while I checked the rest. I was going to have to let the
boys know I loved them all while training them and to smile while being
abused.

After lunch Cullen called me. "Its one of the new boys. I think there is
something wrong. I called the doctor just in case but Russell was slumped
over the table in his chair. I looked at him. He was sweating real
badly. His speech was slurred and I could here he was asking for a
doctor. "Help. First Aid." I carried him to the sick room, our
infirmary. The doctor came. He was in with him for less than a
minute. "Don't let anyone go in there with him. I believe from what he told
me he has Aids." Now I do not panic as often as I did when this all started
but I did not know what to do. I called for the people who brought him to
the house. Nothing was said. They wrapped him in a blanket and left William
was worried so I had to tell him. "Oh I knew that. He had that last year
from a man we both knew. He put his in Russell. It never happened to
me. After the last beating the man got sick so we ran away." There was no
bin so the floor got covered. The doctor took blood tests from them all. By
the end of the day the tests at that time were all negative.

All the boys looked at me believing that they were going to die. I got
checks done every week for proof they were not ill but that was last time
Aids showed its head in the home. It was frightening to experience that. I
took boys in turn and started to train them. It was not enjoyable. To have
a boy and undress him till he stood naked was quite easy. To get them to
want to do what they read was very hard. I even thought that maybe two boys
together would work but it failed. I did give each boy a book to read. This
was what I was to train them in. I gave the boys plenty of time to learn
then I said they could try it with me. I was pleased that they all said
no. Cullen told them about the flags. I had to make some headway so dropped
a flag every now and again.

The first night Hakia visited me. I did not do anything but because of the
dark it helped him. He stood on the bed, feet either side of me. I saw him
strip and wait to be coached. His body had just been oiled so when we got
together we slipped and twisted together. I could tell he was drawing on
what he had done before the house because his actions were nothing like the
book described. He was the one who did all the work so when I touched his
body he withdrew. I then told him to show me what he could do. I still
hated this but it was funny watching him try his hardest to please.  He
used both his hand to excite me. With all his effort it never happened. I
took him and he slipped under the covers with me. I could feel him
shaking. I held him tight. I did without thinking try and tickle him. I
kissed his nose. That was the point when his shyness went. He took over
using his skills learned combined with the oil he made me explode. I was
happy for him. He even knew how to wash after to ensure he was clean. That
was his first and last appearance. The following day a schoolteacher also
an escape from the feuding called me and over the phone money was
transferred. Hakia and his brother Sim had a place to go.

Aman and Eran I never did get to know well because they had gone the next
day as well. A farmer wanted a couple of boys to keep him company and heirs
to his estate.

So after all that had gone only Cullen, Jarred and William were the ones
left. I had a child gone to somewhere and two lots of brothers hopefully
safe. I thought a lot about what I was doing. I had to make my mind
up. Money is not everything. That night Jarred paid a visit. He was very
lonely. I was so sure that he was the quietest of the lot. I slipped back
the sheet convinced that he just wanted a cuddle. How wrong can you be?
This boy became naked as soon as the sheet was back. His cuddle involved
all the kissing and touching I could need. I could say he was an expert if
I understood more about what made him tick. His hands stroked me so I
became hard and very close to finishing the trip he had started. I moved
him away. I handled his pole that pointed to the ceiling. Jared knew how to
kiss, touch, feel, and examine the human body. I was able to take the head
from under his skin and manipulate it so that it was almost an inch higher
than the skin itself. He was not cut but this albino had all the thing s
going for him. I turned the light on and saw him in his glory. This boy did
not make me sick. He was doing something inside of me and I could not
control it. His lips went from mine to the organ wanting to be played. The
gentleness soon had me in his power. His hand finished what his lips
started. Several squirt shot from me. I had a small amount in my hand of
his. He was not fulfilled. His staying power was unlimitless. Jared kept
teasing and twisting till I had to say stop. Jared was a boy with no reason
to be taught. He had his own way to make you happy but he was all self
taught.

I was up the next morning and feeling very guilty. I had held Jared last
night wanting all he could give me. I took it and begged for more until I
could take no more. I saw Cullen and he did not know. I decided that today
was going to be different. I got the three boys together I escorted them
all to the pool. Without warning I stripped and jumped in inviting them to
join me. Jared was the fist happily jumping in to keep me company. William
followed with a little nudge from Jared. I took the bull by the
horns. "Cullen can I undress you?" He walked forwards. He took his shirt
off. I opened his trousers. With just his briefs on I looked at him and
smiled. One hand was enough and he was naked. I had never seen him face
first I had only remembered him lying on the bed in the infirmary. I lifted
him in the water. We were like a family just the three boys and me. I held
Cullen till he started to get hard. I could not do this anymore. No I could
not sell the boys anymore I had to escape with them so that I had no more
to do with the boy sellers.

We spent about an hour together and told them of my plan. They all agreed
providing they would be free. Back in the office I cleared the bank account
then called the main number saying that another boy could have Aids. They
took this seriously telling me to get it checked out. I packed enough
clothing for us to make an escape. The four of us set off at nightfall. We
headed for the mountains. The trip was going to take a while so we had to
keep off the main road. The going was tough so as soon as we saw a closed
space we would stay for the night. We got lucky. There was a cave and even
though the weather was fine it was best we hid out so as not to draw
attention to ourselves. I had to make this seem like a camp out but no
matter what the boys had agreed that they had gone through enough.

Well it was not bad as camp outs went but seeing we all ate from tin cans I
doubt if the campers out there would say that this was true to the
letter. We did leave the cave early. The summit was so far away that no
matter how we walked we could not quite seem to make as much headway as I
would have liked. I did try and take the quiet path but so many breaking
branches from no trees just took the realism of an early escape out of our
heads. Stop. No trees but I am hearing branches break. Something shot past
my head and imbedded into the stump of a dead tree just waiting to be
pulled. Another, William said, "That sounds like a gun." We doubled our
efforts to move but the shots got closer. Two men were close behind us. I
saw one so stopped. It took 30 minutes to get to us but there was the man
called Cave from Italy and the guy that had been in prison.

"We meet again. I see you have three of my boys and I have come to collect
them. I tried to argue this with him and even showed the papers that
allowed Cullen to travel as my son. "Oh well I can grant you that but the
other 2 are coming with me. I can get a good price for the Albino." Cave
walked towards me and pointed the gun at Cullen. I had to protect him.

The human head is a very soft object full of bone, sinew, blood and a brain
that acts all on its own. You may ask how I knew this? Did I have a book
that described it in detail in my rucksack? Did I have an early laptop and
managed to get on line somehow and find a medical site to explain it
all. The answer is simple. I was looking at one. Never threaten a son if
his father is around. This plain old council worker had become a killer. I
grabbed Cave's shotgun flipped it over then went to hold the metal ring
around the triggers. I missed. I hit both triggers and both barrels blew
poor cave's head almost off his shoulders. The pieces went in all
directions. When part of brain combined with bone and blood hit the guy
giving the orders things changed. "Take it easy there. All you had to do
was explain. We can come to some sort of arrangement. I have found Williams
Uncle and there is a reward." I could not give a dam but William did. "You
guarantee that William will be safe and I will take the other two boys. I
am heading for the harbour. If I see you again I will," I used every name
for the police I could think of.

"I will have a car waiting with papers giving you the all clear. Jared is
now yours." As I turned to leave I heard "We have now done each other a
good turn do not let me see you again." I was flicking the bone fragments
off my boot as we walked away. I threw the gun into a fast running
stream. Jared was shaking. It was strange. We had taken so long to get up
the mountain but it seemed like 10 seconds to get down. A lorry gave us a
ride to the harbour. The limo was there. "Hello sir, I have been told to
take you to the airport. The jet is fuelled and waiting to take you
wherever you want to go. I thought hard as we drove. The boys looked so
worried. The jet was there. On the plane I asked him to take off. I had
taken the cell phone so made a few calls. I had made one friend.

After a long flight we landed in Florida. I told the captain that I was
thinking of taking in Disney world. We parted company then got to a
hotel. For 1 hour we washed and changed clothes. We then left everything
behind. Thanks to Franc's new owner, sorry it's a bad word but okay for
now, he had sorted out a few things. I told him that I had escaped with 2
boys who were going to go to a sadistic owner who had already killed one
boy. After that he was only too willing to help.

I got a car then drove to JFK Airport. Long drive. We got tickets that were
waiting for us with Jared's passport and flew out to Safe Haven. Now do not
get greedy you cannot expect me to say where we went. Someone told me that
if you make your own choice of safety and heaven then you would not be far
wrong. If any clever people say "Its an Iceberg." Sorry you are wrong. One
night we could be sleeping and A Titanic thing could hit us

Its beautiful, green, flowers and fresh fruit everywhere. A beautiful sandy
place for a swim, it has everything. I had a suggestion that an island
would be a good place to be. Well I will give you an idea. Being this story
is from my imagination then close your eyes and think of the perfect place
you could be. I then doubt if you are far wrong.

We lived in an old house while the House I wanted was built. I managed to
transfer all the money I could get my hands on so many times that I almost
lost where I put it. The off shore account is very, very healthy. I get the
top rate of interest so could live on that for a year.  I had a pool and
tennis court while I had a few extra rooms in case I saw some people that
needed my help.

Jared caused quite a stir. People could not take their eyes of an Albino
boy. I had to ask him to change. We did colour his hair. With a little
effort I used Cullen's contact lenses and Jared had changed.

A meeting was arranged between Franc's new dad and I so that I could give
him something in case anything happened. He was very happy to help and
stayed having a great time with the people who liked the beach. His camera
never stopped working and he thought my choice of living was so much better
than most. He was still there when the house was finished. I had Aegean
Turf laid all around. Very hardy and could handle all kinds of weather. I
even got a letter from Franc and Sim with a suggestion that they could come
with Dad sometime for a holiday.

While I was shopping I heard of a family who lived close to the town. They
had an accident. Because they used bottled gas for the entire household
cooking, one day it exploded and all but 1 member of the family were
killed. A boy who was just 11 was on his own. His name was Nima. I decided
to sponsor him. He lived with us for a short while before a friend of
Francs dad contacted me. He was a circuit judge and alone. He would love to
get the boy in a safe environment so that schooling and better education
would be possible. No fees were paid and the boy was collected. He is doing
very well. I started to get asked from all over and that's when war
commenced.

In one year I got a home for 17 boys and 3 girls. My name was passed around
certain places and "The prisoner," was told. He managed to take some
children before they got to me. I left the boys with a housekeeper and
confronted him at the house in Italy. We had a big fight but Interpol got
to hear about his set up and I was told to get out. I took William with
me. He never got to a family member he had been abused both physically and
mentally. I got him to Safe house. That was our own place of rest and
recovery. The papers in New Zealand were plastered with Williams
picture. It took 1 month before an Aunt contacted me and a meeting was
arranged. I never told her what had happened. We made up a story about him
getting lost and loosing his memory. That seems to work. He showed the
right emotions when told his parents were dead, but he knew that
already. The woman, his aunt, was also his godparent so as in a lot of
places have the obligation to take care of him. She had offered a reward
but like a noble person I refused. The police rousted the houses in Italy
and Spain. 16 boys were there and 2 adults got what was coming to them. The
prisoner was one of them. I followed the trial listening to every detail
that could be got. One adult got 2 years for transporting children without
the right paperwork but "The Prisoner got 20 years. For child slavery and
knowledge that this would cause abuse of a standard never known before a
court to this day. I gave the judge a drink while we read the transcript
together. Of course you did not know Franc and Sims Dad was now a high
court judge. He got the boys from me not "The Prisoner.

Well with all that taken care of I became a bad boy. I had the numbers of
"The Prisoner's," bank accounts. I transferred everything to my off shore
account. I brought the boys some gifts and went back to them. It was a
strange feeling to see them running to me. The first thing I did was to
turn Jared back into who he really was.

Now come the part that gets this whole thing in the right way; me a council
officer, I looked after drains, become a prison visitor. I knew the rules
but the first day I never followed them I was placed in a position to help
a man inside. It was not the man who needed help it was the boys. I had, I
have to admit become a child peddler. That was until a child who I vowed to
protect was viciously attacked and killed by a man posing as a servant of
good. The man in prison had many boys die while training them to like the
abuse they took. I myself had on 3 or 4 occasions been tempted and had felt
the things that the boys had been taught. Being sickened by it I tried to
escape but became a murderer to protect children. The real criminals had
been caught and would be in prison till most of the boys were adults and
have back the control of their lives. There was one thing I did and that
was to help and save some children who had fallen on bad times. I was now
rich and living somewhere with Cullen who had been a battered child and
Jared an Albino who could command the highest money in a slave auction. I
never would let that happen.

So presents aside I was home. I looked at my diary realising it was all
over. I walked around my ground and the sun was falling.

Cullen brought me a drink. I looked at him. "Cullen this is scary for me
but I have been thinking like this for almost 3 weeks. I do not know how or
what to say in this circumstance. Forgive me if I get it wrong." Cullen
looked as scared as I was. "Cullen I want you. I want your hair. I want
your body. I want to feel like I felt when you saw me hugging Franc. I want
to know that its you I have needed all my life." I knelt up. My fingers
were all over the place as I opened the buttons of his shirt. He did turn
so I could take it off. "Cullen do not do this if you feel that you have
to?" Standing in his vest and trousers I looked at his striped
belt. Touching the metal snakes that entwined together I pulled them
apart. The popper at the top sprang open. I knelt up high so that I was
almost the same height. Slipping my hands inside the trousers I pushed
down. The zip opened on its own. My hands remained inside till I could feel
the ankles. Cullen lifted each foot so the trousers could be removed. He
did have half a smile standing in vest and red briefs but I was not sure I
could last. I repeated, "Cullen do not do this if you feel you have to." He
took the vest off and my boy stood there in the red briefs that had a tent
in front. Did you hear that? I have said it now, my boy. With a small pull
the front came down. He was so stiff. "Cullen does this mean?" He took them
off. "Oh my loves, my trainer, ever since you came to the house and refused
to beat me I have known. I prayed every night that you would flag me. I
have wanted to be yours for all time. Now I give myself to you. Will you
accept me being that I have been with another but all I have ever searched
for is a man like you? I know and have read the men who do things with boys
are weird but being that I want you am I the one who is weird?"

For the first time I became worried. Not because of what had been said but
because I did not feel sick. I could see Cullen naked in the sunset. He was
undressing me. I wanted this with all my heart. Is that love? Together we
just sat while our hand examined each other's bodies. We both had the
combinations with which to open the most powerful love any one person could
give to another. The examinations we gave each other, I am sure found the
locks that were easy to open. Just dial in L.O.V.E.

I was so erratic telling Cullen things that I would never believe would
come out. "Cullen now I have the answer I want us to seal this tonight. I
am sorry you are so young and I understand if this is confusing you. I
could Love you all the rest of my life. I would still love you if you went
away, got married then had 10 children." His look changed. "I could never
want to go from you. Tomorrow is my birthday and I will be 13." Shit I had
forgotten. "I want you to give me just what I need for my birthday." I
kissed him "Cullen I want to fuck you but its all wrong my knowledge tells
me that." His kiss stopped for a moment. "Ever since we met you have been
doing wrong and that never stopped you. Don't stop now." We both fell into
each other's arms crying tears of happiness. I had said a long time ago,
who would want a man with two heads and the figure who never knew love till
the grass and sunset had made him realise it. I did not need help I slipped
as if ice into the warm hole of my love. We fell passionately with each
other causing the sweat from our bodies and dew from the grass to mingle
together and become one. When I exploded my love, Cullen sprayed what he
had been storing for all his 13 years. We stayed for an hour then went into
the house. We showered together then slept all night. Jared called in the
next morning. "I will give you both 10 from what I saw last night. I am
glad you both have found each other. Maybe every now and then you can tell
me what its like to be in love."

Well it was not long before Jared had a friend. We all never left where we
had settled. Both Cullen and Jared had good schooling. Jared is a Doctor
while Cullen well he works from home. It was the only way we would have it.

We still help the odd child but our love is a starting block for all to
use. We both hope that all lost children we help are as happy as us and all
readers of our story can feel the same.

Be happy with us and if you shed a tear try and remember it is all done for
love. I have asked Cullen to Marry me but he laughed saying what could a
few words do that we did not have already. Well the head of my beautiful
boy had a point. My Final point to this story is. I wont tell you my age
now but that small piece of grass is still well used.


                         The End.