Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 17:56:08 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Message Chapter 2

This is part Three in a trilogy of books about a boy who becomes a boy
lover, then teacher then back to the beginning as a teacher at the boarding
school where this all started.

It is from my imagination so it is pure fiction. This it the Second chapter
of the third book. It contains the love between a ban and his boys through
various stages. If this offends I am sorry but its best you leave.

Some countries will find this totally incorrect so do check making sure
that you are not going to be in trouble. I have the copyright to this and
other stories of mine. If you wish to use them for any reason then do
please ask. This request is for fee-paying sites also.

Peter Collins was the boy who's life changed when his internal clock told
his brain that he would begin to become attracted to boys. No matter what
he allowed the truth to come forth falling in love when the law had said
this was wrong.



			       The Message.


				 Chapter 2


			   I am glad to be home.



I had a long chat over a soft drink with the headmaster. It was he who
mentioned that he had heard stories about the prefects. They were very
similar to those about Ganges the Prefect who had been expelled for abusing
at his will the younger boys of his choice.

I remember that because it was a boy who I saw beaten by the boy Ganges
while I was a prefect and reported the matter to the headmaster. Things
changed. It was clear that the Head was concerned so I made the offer to
keep the prefects under watch. The boys I would be teaching would be the
ones that succumbed to punishment that was so easy. Children of backward
attitudes were always pointed out. To prevent them being punished they
would do almost anything to live a quiet life.

The Head and Deputy both agreed that I might guide both sets of boys and
young men. I was given a key to the old gymnasium. It was the one that
contained the old swimming pool. I had been tested and taken there for a
clandestine swim in my earlier years. The cupboards were full of equipment
but the pool area was closed down for good. I could use this building for
mass reading then no one would have any reason to bother the boys while
they worked hard reading.

David joined us with a bag. He was also in his school uniform. "Thought I
better take this so that I am ready at tea time tomorrow for prep sir." Of
course it was a good thought. The Head said that as he hoped I was already
having a good influence on the boys. I just smiled. I walked with David to
drop off the bag then did a check on the old gymnasium. It was strange to
be walking openly in the school grounds hand in hand with a young boy.

My eyes were drawn to David and his looks. The uniform was made quite
superbly. I remember him saying about his sister having good clothing so he
wanted the best before he was sent to this school. I saw a ball in the open
but some distance away. David ran to collect it without a word from
me. Coming back I saw how the school had kept with tradition. Black shinny
shoes with either short or long while socks. David's choice was short. His
jacket and three-quarter length trousers were of the finest black cotton. A
part cotton, part silk waistcoat and finally a bow tie. For the younger
boys had clip one's but once a week matron gave them a lesson in the
correct procedure in tying up a bow tie from the basic material. It took me
a whole term but I did try. Finally brown woollen gloves made by Salmon and
Richardson completed the look. I wondered when much older how the fitters
at the tailors felt with their finger in the crutch of boys from 6 to 16
tears old. I was sure that was the reason most boys were never shy to the
degree that some public schools are. "Clothes off boys and we will get you
measured. From under garments to swimming equipment. I say equipment
because even your head was measured to fit goggles. The funniest part? All
were given a sports box to wear. Just like a doctor, quick peep then told
what they had to do. Some boys, poor things, heard the scream of "Loose the
matches that's big enough for him." My mum told the guy doing my
measurements that if he tried that with her son she would show him a new
place for the box to go. I never did wear a jock strap/box whatever. The
best thing close to me were good tight briefs or shorts, they did not even
have to be mine.

SORRY, ITS SILLY SOMETIMES AT JUST HOW YOUR MIND CAN RECAP THOSE TIMES YOU
ARE PLEASED NOT TO EVER FORGET.

Where was I? Oh yes David. We walked to the locked Gym. Most things were
covered up to prevent dust degrading them and even rotting the most
expensive items. The lockers worked, even the small pools you soaked in
after football. I found the loft extension that contained all the extra new
mats that might be needed in the new hall. I decided there and then this
was the place for the reading class. Quiet and very clean. We could all
laze about reading without any fear of being disturbed.

David took his book then got comfortable. I sat with him while he read
aloud. I watched his face contorting with every word read. I never bothered
while he read. I did find his thigh easy to touch. Did he like that? Well
the words went an octave higher while my fingers did the same, higher that
is. He never stopped talking all the time I fumbled with his laces. The
shoes slipped off followed by his socks. I placed them in an empty
locker. Taking his jacket off I hung that upon a hook then locked us
in. His waistcoat opened with 2 buttons then slipped off. From the locker I
saw David in the light happily reading.

I went back to him finding the lump much harder to get in his trousers, No
belt but a button strap I remembered what he had said. I did take the zip
down looking at him just in case he started to show any resistance. Six
popper shirt buttons followed by the two on the cuffs. I took the book from
him and asked him to stand. I removed his shirt while his trousers fell. I
folded these all up and turned to see David looking at me. Yellow briefs
with fish waistbands, Salmons own make looked at me. I found a few blankets
that made the mats softer while making them also much warmer. The book was
forgotten. I pulled him to me arranging a cuddle for us both. I could not
help myself but it was so easy to tug the briefs down. With a hand under
each knee I took each foot out. I took the briefs to the locker then
returned. Dropping on the blankets was easy. Telling this 11-year-old boy
that I wanted to make love to him was difficult. My sports gear was off
faster than normal and there we were. Both naked on a blanket covered mat
covered by another blanket.

Just maybe it was wrong to tell David that he was old enough for love. I
told him who and what I was. I even asked him to allow me to masturbate him
again while he did it to me. I asked him to allow this. I was a blind man
on top of the cliffs of love.

"Sir. I will be getting lessons soon about love and sex so when you ask for
it to happen I do not know what to do."

I wanted to cut out my tongue for being so silly. I expected that this boy
who had been placed in a single room so older boys could abuse him for no
ones gratification except their own, to understand that making love was
what the older boys had already been doing to him. I hugged him then
explained. I told him the truth. I told him I wanted to do to him what
others had already done. Because I wanted to do it, that was love. How can
someone so young be expected to understand?

I told David that I was as bad as the others. My one difference was that if
he ever said no I would go no further. If I hurt him he had every right to
call his father or tell the headmaster. For an hour we spoke like
adults. We spoke of love, passion, sex, and excitement. David asked me what
made him different than any other boy?

"David you are naked and I am looking at you. I find it easier to love boys
rather than combine love with pain. I can look at you and honestly say, if
you cannot love me as I love you then maybe we can like each other enough
to be brothers. You can do anything. All I know is that holding you is like
a friend some time ago. He gave me this. I keep it now around my neck. It
is wrong, so many say, that two boys can love. It is even worse for a man
and a boy. One thing if the boy loves the man while the man loves the boy
then it is no one choice except theirs. I think now we better go. I am
sorry if I upset you. To me it has been such a special time."

"Go? I thought we were going to give this love making a try."

I looked at David, from our eyes meeting our noses touched. He kissed me
first but my response shook him. I pulled him to my side then held him
tight. The sword fight was in progress. Seminal fluid coved the pointed
parts so that we could feel some excitement when the word stay was never
said. I would not call them chocolate balls but I wanted to taste
them. Whatever I did to David he did to me. For thirty minutes we wrestled
with the love between a boy and a man. Two things David did not try but I
understood why. I kissed His penis while he was on his back. I took some
fluid then teased his anus.  David asked if this was all part of
lovemaking. I did not rush but lie still allowing him time to do what he
wanted.

Our pattern was becoming almost the same. David's eyes roamed over me
freeing all the hairs twisted. He tried so hard to rub me that I withheld
the sounds of pain when he pulled my skin to far back. I managed to hold
him in such away that I almost had a finger tapping at the hole ready for
it to open.

"I have an idea?"

I covered him up and went downstairs. 10 minutes later I came back to
collect him. I carried him down the steps to the shower rooms then got in a
tub. It was nice and warm. We both sunk to the bottom and David sat between
my legs leaning back against me. I pulled his legs apart calming him every
second, till he had a leg over each of mine and my hand was to busy on his
bottom for him to worry about. The soapy water opened the hole and I did
get a finger to creep inside. I could feel this small pea that caused so
many gasps and groans. Further back I went till I was almost in the right
spot.

"David you have a choice now. You can bend over or turn over. You know what
I am doing now don't you?(I wriggled a finger). Well it could get
better. Your choice."

David turned over so he was on top of me. I pushed him down then thrust
up. It was not my finger inside him now. David tried to sit I so I
pushed. As soon as his penis was clear I took it. Retracting the skin I
pulled. Back and forth. I pushed. With a sudden shake David had his second
orgasm of that day while I filled him up. We kissed. I stood him
up. Watching the sperm fall from his hole down his legs I asked him how he
was feeling.

"I was scared, you see I cannot swim."

I pulled him down again. David told me what he had felt. He had felt every
drop I had expelled shoot upwards into him. I used 2 fingers to clean him
out. I drained the tub and we showered off to be clean completely.

I used some towels to dry us off then dressed. It was strange to feel like
I did. David was glowing. Looking over the rail there below on the mat
playing was two boys from the school who had clearly came back to school
early.

David and I watched them lark about then without asking they embraced. I
had David in my lap and we held each other tight. The boys down below were
soon doing more than just kissing David whispered,


"You can see that they like making love as well?"

Their clothing was never removed but taken down. Good enough for them.

I was a nice person so let them finish. That would have been just too nasty
to stop them just as they were going to come. I sat David on the step. I
made my way down quietly. Both boys were next to each other, shirts open
while their trousers and shorts were around their ankles.

"If this had been anyone else but me I think all hell would have broken
loose don't you boys?"

The boys tried to get up several times falling after each attempt. I was
sure the material would tear so stopped them. I took each boy and helped
him dress then asked them what I should do. I got no answer.

"Sir how can I write on the list what those two boys was doing? The
headmaster said he wanted an inventory of anything and everything.?"

I could have fallen over with laughter.

"No please sirs don't tell the Headmaster he will expel us. It's never
happened before and it will not happen again."

So I was a real shit, but I was pleased it was me that saw them and no one
else.

"Any of you two make tea?"

"I can. My name is Jimmy."

"Well then Jimmy and his friend do your flies up and follow me."

I locked up and went to my cottage. The tea was really bad but what do you
expect after you have a shock. Jimmy and Patash had come back early and
thought they would have a bit of action. I felt such a hypo crypt. I was
almost doing a good job that was until David asked me if he could sleep in
my bed because the two guests were to late to get back to their own dorms.

So I had a good laugh. David sat in my lap telling Jimmy and Patash that
they were quite good. I did see they had dusty clothes from being caught, I
told them to put their things in the washer and they would be done for the
morning. I stuck them both in the shower so all in all I had three boys
after just a few days.

We stayed up late listening to the story of how boys that want to be
together went to the gym. The prefects were trying to rule the house so
perhaps it was time for that to stop.

Jimmy was 13 and Patash was 12 and had been at the school for 4 years,

"We have all had to do things especially with Walsh. It was easier at first
just to do it but now he wants it all the time. One boy's younger brother
was prepped so often his brother got him off. Walsh had a brother here
called Ganges who was expelled so we got to hear. Its best to spend 10
minutes with him a week for a quiet life. I found shirts for my two
unannounced guests then wrote down all what I was told.

I never thought it wrong to kiss David but Jimmy had worked things out
before then. I promised to help him as well as all the other boys but he
had to trust me and give me their names.

The list was 9 boys so I made it my job to speak to them all. By the time I
had finished writing I had three boys fast asleep. It was as if I had never
left. Walsh was the leader of the bullies one way or another. I wonder just
how long this had been going on for in the last year. I managed to squeeze
in-between the boys but realised that I was a long way away from making
those boys happy. I managed to hug David but it was Jimmy who came close to
me that night so I decided that he would be the right one to catch the
wrong ones.


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