Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 16:38:46 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Microscope   Chapter 4

This story has come with the help of a friends thought. Fiction is a
wonderful way to tell a story. The imagination has completed what I hope
will be one of my special tales of a dream.

The story concerns the life of a teenager and a boy/s. In some countries
the age of the older having potential sex with the eventual illegal so do
please check so that your are safe.

I have he copyright to this and all other stories of mine so do please ask
if you wish to use them for any reason.

I am dyslexic and being treated for cancer. This story is something that
came about while drifting through the many drug-induced sleeps I take. The
proofreaders have left it to me being different to write it as I have.

Merry Christmas to all readers and my best wishes for 2002. I thank you for
all your emails and thoughts.



			      The Microscope

				  Part 4

			   Magnifying The Genes.



The shock that ran through the school took some time to settle. I was
keeping myself to schoolwork much more now with the exception of a single
meeting with 4 boys who had one thing in mind. I was not 100% sure that I
was just as the prefect Grange thought those early days.

I got involved in Yellow House a lot but something I have to tell you is
how Michael's of Blue House got away with doing his lines I had set him
some time back.

"200 line's that read, "I must follow the rules."

He gave me a book and upon reading I saw "200 lines of I must follow the
rules. Nothing more than that. So the one single piece of writing made me
realise that he was far more devious than I could imagine. His ingenuity
paid off because I allowed him to get away with just that one line being
that it was in a way the punishment I had set out.

Jay was doing very well. On some nights he would take charge of reading to
almost all the boys before bed. The book was half read but like me he had a
way of keeping them in suspense until the next night.

It was almost Firework night. November the 5th. The Headmaster made a big
thing about this and the rules were that it was a fancy dress party. Each
boy had their own style of costume but after the, Bonfire food and display
they all were allowed to warm up in the hall before bed.

There were of course many familiar costumes but some were ingenious.

I never made things obvious but it was clear that Ian, Jay, Short and
Wilson were like my pet animals and no matter where I went one or the other
could be found.

Back to the party. I was suppose to judge the eventual winner but declined
making the excuse that I had helped one way or the other in making some
parts of them. The Headmaster took over with choosing a winner from each
house.

The prize? Well for boys cooped up in the same place most of the time it
was a treat. They were given a free liberty pass for 7 days.

This was a good thing. It allowed the boy who had the pass to go wherever
he wanted within the school and not heed a pass, chit or special
permission. The only rule was that if a boy who had one of these passes
were found to abuse them they would be made to clean the kitchen after
lunch for 2 weeks.

That was the most awful thing you could ever get told to do. Before it was
either 6 strokes of the slipper on a bare backside or clean. I had yet to
meet a boy who took the option to clean. You could not sit down for 2 days.

Yes, when I was young it had happened to me.

"Here are the results. Yellow House Brackly. Blue House Michael's, Oh and
please return the bedpan to sickbay. Green House, Horrick's and Red House
Allen. Will you collect your passes and then we can finish out hot dogs."

Well it was that simple. To me they all looked like Robots but the fear of
100 hotdogs going cold was far worse to think about.

I decided that after all the partying that had gone on the book reading
would be suspended for tonight. I did not get many comments due to the fact
that any who did would have got a punishment. You never argued with the
prefect, especially if he was a head boy.

Horrick's was a boy from Canada whose parents were at the Embassy in
London.

He is almost 13 and quite bright. His level of education is far lower than
most but has a willpower to do well, bigger than many I knew.

Ian had gone through his fag stage so I made the offer that he fag for me
for a while so that he could feel more wanted.

He would be a bit skittish and no matter the rules if anyone was to break
them it would be him. Never on purpose but being he was so awkward,
everyone when asked who did a misdeed all would shout his name.

His aptitude was poor and willingness on the up and up. Being from a
previous house he would get punished and happily do the task. I was told
that for a joke the maths teacher told him to wash the windows. Being in
the third floor he tied his ankles to a radiator then dropped by rope and
cleaned them. He was pulled up after.

Horrick's first name was Thomas but almost everyone called him Max

This was a the part that needed explaining.

He was very small. Being always in trouble he would get angry. He never
said a word but frothed at the mouth a lot. Being he did this and he had
the silkiest black hair most said he looked like a can of shaken
Pepsi. Horrick's heard this and not quite understanding what was being said
answered, "But I only like Max, Pepsi Max." So that was his name.

He had one very endearing quality. He was and did show the kind of
affection that most boys growing up would class as either sissy or girlish.

I got a first hand experience when because I had held a good hand over the
boys was given a study room all to myself. It was almost a self-contained
flat being that there was a larger bed than before and I was given the
chance to have a television and music system. I had to pay for this by
keeping up with the good work in all areas.

Sorry the story took a wrong path. Max! He helped me move and treated the
room as if it was a sanctuary for those who were always in trouble. He
would, while in my sight be normal but as soon as he turned a corner and he
disappeared, "CRASH." He had hit a trolley sending the items on it in all
different directions.

He had to be punished but it had got to the stage where no matter what he
did you would hear "Crash. " "Dam, I know 100 lines by the morning and get
this mess cleaned up."

You may have understood by now that when I became a prefect I decided to do
things a different way. I hated using the word radical but I expect it was
in a lot of things I did.

Max had to be treated differently because he was happy to do the punishment
but it never seem to cure the original bad habits.

I tried to be different but taking a different line was hard because
everyone else would try and follow. They would fail where I would get great
results.

"Max? Lets talk."

"I know you do things wrong a lot so from today things will be
different. If you do anything at all that requires a punishment then you
will get the worst one going. I have decided that you will kiss another boy
who is good. I think jay would be a good start. So no more lines you will
kiss Jay or I will give you the slipper 12 times."

Corporal punishment was out but fear was a good incentives. I wonder how
far this boy would go to get it right.

It soon was clear. Max began to improve. Not one bad mark of mess. No
crashes, he even offered to do the most hated job that the junior boys
did. He helped Matron sort all the boys' clothes out for washing. He was so
good at it that he had a monitor's badge that allowed him a early finish in
prep to deliver clothes to the boys' rooms.

After 1 month something strange happened. Max was not the worst boy in fact
he won the certificate for the most improved. I was there when this boy
being seen as grown up cried on the stage. Most boys had seen the hard work
he did and the backbiting and snide remarks were zero.

He never gave up the monitor's job that was hated by all. He made it his
own.

His schoolwork improved and almost everyone praised him except me. I forced
him to work harder because I knew he had it within him to make it happen.

The Christmas party was soon to come and I was suppose to arrange it. The
Headmaster had this thing about making his homemade crackers. Never a year
went by when he would tell us all of the triumphant success of the crackers
and of course the ideas that went with them.

He was going to make them with the help of the 4 boys who had been given a
pass just a while ago. I had a exam but still had to contribute. The Head
wanted a wish from each boy that would imitate a letter to Santa. The boy
who pulled the crackers would read the wish and see if it matched what he
wanted for Xmas.

Ian wanted a Briefcase, I had read his paper. I was so busy that I had to
get help.

Going to the Exam I asked jay to do something about chocolates for me and
make that my wish.

I passed the exam thankfully and helped the Headmaster to dress the
tree. It was great and the boys became different knowing that they were to
go home soon.

Cook was on top form and the spread could have fed an army.

I know we had an army but this food was something special.

I mentioned the Headmaster always made the crackers. Well he was a science
teacher and he made them go far from snap. They exploded quite safely but
with the recoil of a cannon. Boys pulled and fell off their chairs with
Jelly falling into their laps. Contents were of good quality with a secret
wish.

>From Bicycles to trips in a helicopters, Dads of course , then there were
those who wanted a year off of school. Totally unlikely but a wish is a
wish. One boy wished for the book I had been reading to the boys at night
to be read in the hall. Why? Well that gave those boys who never got there
the chance to join in with the others. The wish came from Short.

So we cleared up after the food. Had a load of games. Did a super fast
shower and he got his wish. That night I read to the whole school.

While reading all that could be heard was nothing. They were all very
intrigued and the masters joined in.

"It was in the big hall that the boy heard a strange noise. Pitter, Patter,
Ouch, Ouch. The hardened boys did not worry but the small one was in fear
for their lives. Pitter Patter, Ouch, Ouch. The devilish of the group
decided to find out what the noise was. (Now some boy began to wriggle
about and you could see some hanging onto each other for the sake of their
lives.) The boy found a secret door. The door opened with a French phrase
that meant open.(Ouvert) the door opened. Pitter, Patter, Ouch Ouch. The
boy could not believe what he saw. (I went silent. "Oh what was it don't
stop." That was a master.) The boy stared straight ahead to see a mouse
running across a hot radiator. Pitter, Patter, Ouch, ouch. He was after the
cheese. A tirade of cushions headed my may because I had given them an
ending they had not expected.

Several minutes of clapping made me go red and the Headmaster said that I
should include a story every night from the start of next term..

Well that ended a great day.

FAGS!!!!!!!!!!

Last night. I got some tea but no crumpets being that I was so full from
the party. All boys getting to bed exhausted and poor Max having to make me
tea. I nearly gave him the time off being he had done do well at school
this last few weeks.

I was at a state of collapse but had really enjoyed today. I had a letter
that confirmed my exam results. 5 passes and I worked hard for them all.

"Collins your wish is granted."

The cup got almost to my lips when Max began to undress. He was slow but I
was so confused that I spilled some tea and asked what was going on.

Max gave me a letter.

"My wish is that a boy would come to me and undress till he remained in
either his vest and briefs or a tee-shirt. After this I would like to show
my love to him and then make love to him. The boy has to be a boy never
touched before but willing to want this to happen."

Max was in his vest and small short boxers. "Sorry I don't have briefs but
will this do?"

I sat him down and went to find Jay.

"I said chocolates. What's going on?"

"Sorry Collins but are you telling me that the boy with you is not better
than chocolate. I gave him the cracker. This is my gift for all your
help. Now got eat your chocolate."

I returned to see Max waiting.

I was angry to be in this position but told him that I needed to know he
was sure that he understood what was and could happen?"

Max held a bottle of oil that jay had given him but he made it clear he
knew.

Collins no one has helped me like you. I will do anything. Look I am scared
but for all the trouble I caused you have loved me in a funny way so that I
achieve what never has happened before. I have become someone who is
respected. For that if you want me naked and need to touch me, if that's
your wish I give it to you. I doubt that others would do this but I have
seen you look at me in the showers. I know that given the chance I would do
something that would get the other boys feelings annoyed. But you want my
wish?"

Speaking was hard. I just nodded.

"Could we have a kiss alone?"

We did. It lasted for several minutes.

"See I am your wish. That's the limit of my knowledge about what boys do. I
am in your hands. How many time will you have to hit me?"

I took his hand explaining that far from hitting him I would want to give
him the greatest night of secret sensations that a boy who was willing to
be with another would get.

I locked the Den knowing Jay was about. Max was not shaking he was just
intrigued by the whole matter.

Taking him to my bedroom I lifted him on the bed and started to openly
undress in front of him with the lights on

Now lets get this right. Yes I had found my calling with other boys. I did
have secret sensations and wishes for some. I never admitted this before
but today was somewhat different.

I took the boxers waistband talking all the while. I pulled them down. I
told Max how wonderful he was. My hand went under his vest and circled the
nipples and the outie belly button. Max never moved... No resistance when I
lifted up the vest. I got it from him as he lay there. Now the naked Max
who I had tried to hide my lustful thoughts was there on my bed. He never
moved, infect he was eager to continue this new act in his life.

You want to know what he was like? I expect some do. This is what I saw
that made my heart thump hard while he lined up for the shower.

His black hair had been cut but it was still a solid black. From the
shoulders down his body was slightly tanned and there was a mark that his
shorts had left. Lily white? No . the patch that had been covered was that
of a newborn baby. Off white. No body hair but 2 hairs that meandered
either side of his penis. It was about 3 inches and covered. His balls were
larger than most but I had seen others with wrinkled skin. Max was smooth
through and through. Eyes were Green/Blue with a small nose. His Lips were
large. Enough to, I was about to say something that was yet unproven so
lets just say kissable.

I was a bit silly because I played a game that gave me a smile but Max a
laugh. I pointed to various areas of his body and asked him what he called
it. Being Canadian I wondered if he used the same language. Everything was
normal until I held his Penis.

"What do you call that Max?"

"Something that will make you happy. Collins I think the time has come for
you to show me why a person so beautiful as yourself needs a boy who knows
nothing except that you have been looking at me like I was a girl and what
will you do to me."

I gathered him in my arms allowing our lips to meet. His body did not
respond at first but after my finger stroked the smooth skin between his
legs. I knew that Canadians had a second language of French or maybe it was
their first so passion in French from a 12-year-old boy was something I had
not expected. The passion being words that meant more than normal.

It was a sensuous feeling for Max to try and do to me what I was doing to
him. The motions became more exact and I never felt the guilt that I had
done before. Max was looking at his erection growing. No not out of control
but it had risen substantially so that it was upright and the tip almost in
contact with the outie. I wondered if there was such a thing as a semi
circumcision? I ask because the penis growing harder and harder between
Max's legs was showing more of the head rather than the skin.

Well it was time to take matters further. I turned out the lights. Max was
motionless. All the time I was in contact with him his breathing started to
become rapid. I turned him over. The kisses started at the nape and moved
down. I had some of the cream that Jay gave to max and trickled it between
his cheeks. A finger gave him a shock when I touched him. While I did I
told him what I had thought of while I watched him carefree waiting to
shower. His boy thought's felt concern because it was something he never
had heard of before. I would never force myself on him because that was not
my wish.

Splitting his legs apart he was happy to take the finger I used then
another. I did not push hard but his bottom lifted to the ceiling. I was
hard enough so tried what I told him. Max groaned then protested at the
pain. I stopped and begged his forgiveness. He was shedding tears and I
remembered Wilson. I put his shorts back on him. He did not understand. I
again explained.

"Max yes I looked at you wanting you as you came to me this night. I could
never hurt you but that's what was happening. Another way you may
understand is this, the part of your body that you said would make me happy
went hard. So did mine. Because I hurt you, give me your hand." I took it
and made him feel the softened organ between my legs.

"That is what happens when you hurt the one you love."

"You really love me?"

I realised that I had never said that clearly to anyone other than my
mother before.

"Yes Max, because of what you have done and how well you have excelled at
school that's why I look at you before a shower."

"Collins I love you. Lets get this right. Lets go very slow and tell me
what you are feeling. I never knew a man could do that to a boys bottom
before."

Max removed his shorts and held me. I was soon hard enough for him again.

I lay side by side and the cream was still enough for the action I had in
mind. I was inside him so quick keeping so still so that his nerves could
become accustomed to me. In some more I told him what I was feeling. I told
him I would either cum in him or pull out but I left the choice to him.

He never got the choice.

I erupted inside and Max made it clear that he thought I was urinating in
him. I told him what happened. I rubbed him while I spoke and it did not
take long being that I had been against his prostate just a while
earlier. Max shuddered to the orgasm he so deserved.

"If that is love I am happy to have been with you. It was though dry, but a
small drip, smaller than I had ever seen was resting against the hole. My
tongue collected it while max fell asleep.

The rest of the night we both slept but just before I woke it was I who had
a jolt because I was on my pillow slowly opening my eyes looking at Max
doing his best to lick the head of my penis.

I held him.

"Did the wish happen like you wanted Collins?"

"Max it was far better than I could ever wish.

It was an early start being that the parents were collecting their children
for Christmas. I watched every boy shower. So I was a boy lover. My hidden
realisation had surfaced completely.

When the boys left the singular motion of shaking of the hands followed by
Happy Christmas.

The Headmaster watched as 6 boys all did that but added a hug with "thank
you." Jay whispered "I am your for the New Year. Deal?"

What could I say.

Allen, Ian, Short and Mathew's all gave me a gift with a letter expressing
a kind of gratitude.

I say expressing because the letters never said, "Thank you for having sex
with me."

Max, well he did not want to let go. His parents made a comment but I got
out of it by explaining how their son had worked and become a monitor. The
Headmaster said it was down to me but that was not true.

My last hug before I went home was my little brother. He ran up to the
step.

"I missed you little brother."

"Why."

"Maybe one day I will have time to show, oh sorry tell you?"

Well that was that over with and the next time we would see each other
would be the New Year. Mum and Dad mad a big fuss but it was the gift from
Max that made me almost cry. It was a small badge of a Canadian Mountie.

"Collins that's what you did to me in a way. Yes I did like it so will you
remember me next year?"



Chapter 5 The missing Slide Found.  To follow.



Comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com

Flames ignored and extinguished.

Final comment: After a few emails of kindness I have to say that this story
contains no deaths but the opposite. Although love and death are very close
to making a story the love in this shines through.

Happy 2002.