Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 13:35:31 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Message  Part 7  The End

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 Seventh and
last chapter of the third book. It contains the love between a Man 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.



				  Part 7.



			    The loves of a Man.



The boys had all been given their exam papers. I spoke individually to each
one not demanding but encouraging them all to do there very best. The rules
stated that I was not allowed to be with the boys just in case I made any
kind of inappropriate move to help or enhance what they did. I was a wreck.
I sat in the staff room with Mrs Barton the matron. She encouraged me to
give up the tea and have a cigarette. Yes I did vomit. To describe it was
simple. I was with a boy for the first time. I was never scared. I was
enthralled by the power he had over me. To cut it all short this lad wanted
to touch me. He did several times. I could not help it. I cried when the
first most powerful ejaculation that I ever did escaped me. I cried with
fear and happiness. Now the vomit was the same. It erup8ted while I cried.
I still took that second cigarette. I saw the boys come from the classroom;
their faces white their bodies shaking while every one said they had
failed.  Everyone ignored me when I embraced my readers. They needed the
comfort.

I got a letter from the governors who asked me to think about taking the
deputy Headmasters job from next term. I could still have the readers'
class but as long as half of the 18 boys who took the exams passed the job
was mine. I had 15 readers by now the extra 3 were students that were
nothing to do with my class. I decided not to tell the readers that I had
been promoted as long as they passed. I said I was ready to start again
even if they failed. I met a Mr King. He was on the inspectors' panel. He
asked to see my class in action especially when it came to reading.

I introduced him to the class.

"This gentleman has come to look at the class. I want you to ignore him
because we have some hard work with reading. If by what you all tell me is
that you failed. I do not intend to go into why you think you failed today
so lets read.

"Sir Could we please have a dose of Moby Dick? We all need cheering up."

I got the book out.

One by one they told the story all contradicting each other when they made
a mistake. They became excited as each boat took a killing while Captain
Ahab made the plans mental or otherwise. The man sat listening while the
book all though it was almost never used. After an hour I brought things to
a stop. "So why did you fail?"

Each boy in turn told his version. Others corrected the grammaticism;
speech then added what they thought.

"Did you try your hardest my boys?"

"Yes sir."

"Well that's all that can be asked of each and every one. "

"Excuse me, as you know my name is Mr King. I am an inspector of the
examinations board. I came to see you for one reason. You have all passed
in the top 20. It was not believed at first but after hearing you read and
your teacher talking to you congratulations. Is there a Brandon Wallis in
this class?"

He stood up.

"Well young man you have passed out top of the examinations taken. Out of
250 children you got 2 questions wrong. I wish to congratulate you and the
teacher who helped you.

Brandon told him it was I who was the teacher so I got a congratulation as
well. I demanded that all the readers cheer for themselves. I did not
expect it that loud but they did deserve it. The Headmaster said that the
school had 30 children pass their exams. 15 were from the higher classes,
10 being from the retiring Deputy Headmaster. The other 15 were all the
boys in the readers' class. Was I proud? The boys clapped when they got
their certificates but the readers refused to sit down till they said a few
words. The Headmaster agreed.

Zack spoke. "The idiots of the school have all passed their exams so I now
believe that its time we no longer get a bad name. Without Mr Peter
Collins, our teacher, we would have all failed. These certificates not only
belong to us they belong to him. We request that he come and take the cheer
he so rightly deserves."

I got up and went to them. Yes I got a cheer but also a hug from each
boy. "Finally we have a boy called Brandon Wallis. He is the top boy in the
country. With the Headmasters permission we have been given permission to
present him with a Cup." A silver Cup was given to the boy.

At lunch the Headmaster stood stating that the prefect of the readers
called Zack had an announcement. "Our teacher is number one and with the
help from Matron we the boys of the Readers want to give you a gift." I was
given a box. Inside there was a book. A picture of the readers was with it
but the book was so special. It was a first edition of Moby Dick. In white
leather the embossed picture of a Whale could clearly be seen.

I had a cry that moment. I also asked if the readers could have a party in
the old gym where they had done so much of their work.

The Headmaster agreed. It was going to be something to remember.

I was called later that night. The headmaster was rushed to hospital with
Stomach Pains. I was asked to take his place for a week. Of course I
agreed.

We withheld the party till his return. I therefore that night moved into
the main school. I still had the boys read. The old Moby Dick was being
well used.

I had an evening drink with the boys who asked if they could ask some
questions. The reason was that I had more time to be with them because I
was in the main school.

Tonight there was one question and almost every boy asked it.

"Sir, why is it that boys make you feel better than girls?"

I ran to close the boys door praying that none of the much older boys or
masters heard what was asked.

"This might take some time so you all better come closer to me and listen
very carefully. When I was a boy at this school I made a friend who would
help me with my work. In my days the school had boys called Preppies. Only
those who were seen to have kind qualities made the group. One boy called
Samuel looked after me. He would help me to make my bed, dress, wash and
even take a bath. He would wash our hair on a Thursday but if we got our
hair wet any other night we had to polish all the prefects shoes.

On one of these days Samuel came to me and told me that he liked me a
lot. He said he thought it was love but no one must ever know. I never told
anyone. He would make the masters tea and coffee then as he went past the
dorm I was sleeping in he would throw me some sugar cubes. Some boys got
upset. Samuel left the next term and I was alone. One older boy took me to
his room and he took my clothing right off. He tried to hurt me. I just
ran.

When I got older I started to look after the young boys in the same way I
had been. One evening I was taking a bath when a boy came in late. He got
in the bath with me. It was fun. He gave me a kiss when he left. I did from
that day start to have feelings about boys. I never liked girls but I never
told anyone about how I felt when I got the chance to hug a boy.

There was a boy a prefect like me when I was older called Granges. He was
the older brother of Lukas. He saw my secret and we had many fights about
it. Ganges forced a boy to have sex by forcing him to do bad things the boy
Wilson came to me. I took care of him while Ganges was expelled.

My true feelings that I love boys were released. I even went to bed with
some and even showed them what love could really be like. A boy who I liked
went to America and so did I. His parents saw how I felt about their son
and accepted it. A parent accepting that a man can love and have sex with
their son just does not happen. Some boys like to go with a man. I have
tried to tell some of you how much I care. What we do together, those who
have, have to keep it a secret because I would be put in prison for showing
love to you. If any of you did not like or want it to happen then I hope
you would talk to your parents.

So I show you this, I opened the book and released a picture. This is
Edward whom I loved a great deal.

"Sir he has no clothes on."

"That's the best way I like my boys."

They all laughed. "Sir what is that hair?"

"It came from someone that was also a good friend. I know how much I loved
him"

"He must be old because most of us do not have hair down there."

I gave the boy a sharp pinch on his nose then said it could come from his
head.

I got another laugh.

"Sir is their one of us in particular that you like?"

I had to explain that because they were all boys I loved every single one."
It was quiet. "But you would like us naked even better?"

It was good to hear that they all took my story to heart. I hoped that they
understood my feelings and would never be scared of being with me.

"Sir is it difficult for a man and boy to have sex when it's easy for a man
and woman?"

I could not answer that really well. "I think that if both people want it
then it is right no matter what."

"Sir do you love all of us?"

"That's easy to answer. Yes very much."

I tucked them in bed because it was now getting late then went to make my
bed up after changing the Headmasters sheets. I was sitting down when the
door opened.

"Sir I brought you some tea as a night cap. Thanks for not saying anything
about me."

"Rhyan, come here. What we did was for us to know. That hair I took will
remind me whenever I see it what happened."

"Peter if I asked you to do it again but this time because I want you what
would you say?"

"Take a chair while I do my final check then I will be back."

I told Zack to take care of things. I gave every boy a kiss goodnight. I
returned to my room and closed the door. Rhyan was still waiting.

I took the boy to my bed. It was so easy to undress him. Rhyan and I held
hands. I gave every part of him the tenderness he wanted. He gave back to
me in return the passion he said he would. I was not sure if he could take
the love I was offering in the way I wished. His flesh still so smooth
except for the several extra hairs of the teen that had come to me. While
we kissed harder I used a finger to start the pulsations of pleasure. Two
finger said that he wanted to try. Rhyan opened wide to allow the stiffness
I had into him then we slowed down the rhythm. I could not help but let the
groans of excitement out while his muscles tighten around me. I was about
to cum so pulled out and watched while the sperm covered his back. I wiped
him clean then turned him over. My fingers encircled his penis till I was
going at great speed. My lips tasted every part of his flesh. I kissed him
to say thank you but Rhyan exploded his youth with the sounds of
overwhelming sexual achievement.

I wiped him down although I wished he could stay the night he left happy
and smiling. I was about to sleep when Brandon came in asking for time with
me. Just wearing the expensive shorts he showed me how ready he was. I
watched while he sat on me masturbating. He gave me the contents he had
saved then completed his task by curling up on my shoulder while we slept
all night.

It was I who washed the boys the next morning. All 15 of them.

My Headmastership lasted till the end of term. I accepted the Deputy's job
but had to start with all new boys. Because my original ones had passed
their exams they were all promoted to higher classes. I did manage to get a
few new boys on my wavelength and some of the old ones paid visits. I
became the Master of the Microscope and Telescope who had a message for all
the boys who would listen.




                                  **********




I am a boy lover still. I have had many boys at my age but only if that was
what they wanted. I am 60 now and still take a reading class for those who
need it but not as often. I still see various shape when I do one night a
week. I still watch but now I never regret what I get less often. My old
boys, all who are doing very well I have to say, meet me first on the
Yearly get together. They even happily let me meet their children. The boys
now Adults do all the boring things so I take their children and we have a
lot of fun. I have only ever seen 1 girl and that was Zack's Daughter. The
old boys send me their young boys so I can teach them just 1 thing.

Yes I am 60 but can still do it.

"Now then boys, Moby Dick. For the story of a Man who had a fixation on a
White Whale this cannot be missed. Did you bring your sleeping bags?  Now I
have my glasses on I can see you have."

"Sir is it right you loved our dad's?

"Well boys that's another story for another time. Lets get back to the
Whale."

"Captain Ahab was a man of principles. One day after a ship wreck a Whale
bigger than the tallest skyscraper vowed to get him. He bit his leg off so
the mad Captain set about the task."

Good story you know from a man who loves his boys.


Comments to Shaksbeer@ureach.com

Flames ignored and will be extinguished.


                              The End.