Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 17:07:46 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Microscope  Part 7  The final

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.



			      The Microscope

				  Part 7


		     The Amoebas take some looking for


			       Final Chapter



I was pleasantly surprised with three things this term.

First, I passed all the major exams that would allow me to take upper
education. University was my goal.

I passed my driving test that made me king of the road well my small area.

Finally I was given the chance to take a class of boys, all who I knew, in
the general class. It was similar to prep but allowed a master to be free
so that some pressure was taken off his hectic life.

My parents were of course over the moon and dad had his old VW Mini bus
done up inside and out. It was a gem. I never imagined that I could be so
lucky.

I was doing my normal thing and had settled down with Wilson, Edward, and
Ian. Jim, The Jones brothers and Jay.

I was not greedy.

Smith had another house with his own little group but Cameron was still
begging to join Pippins again Chris and Alan Jones were very pleased but I
think that Chris had a thing for Smith.

I forgot to mention that I had a new room that overlooked the school. The
masters never came to the room at all. I was very secluded.

I could have done anything I wanted. On my birthday I had an orgy. 6 boys
naked all growing from what I could see made love so many times that it
became a blur. Of course I had my turn and was so pleased that the
following day was a Saturday.

Yes Edward and I were becoming very close. All the boys knew and were
jealous. The masters remained oblivious to the surroundings. Several time
we would be seen hand in hand walking to meals. With Ganges, no shock to
those who heard, in a borstal for attempted sexual interference on a 10
year old. It was a girl as well; the school remained a perfect place to be.

One morning while we were all getting ready for breakfast there was an
almighty scream. Almost all the boys stuck their heads out of the
doors. Edward was going mad. I ran half dressed to the dormitory only to be
met with a tank coming from the other direction. The collision was
inevitable. I was on my bum before I could say a word.

"Peter look, look."

"Its Collins to you and everyone else."

"Peter please read this letter?"

Now there was no time to argue, not with all the boys coming up to us.

"Dear son,
                Just a quick letter to let you know all is fine at
home. Mum had to have an operation today. When it is all done I will let
the school know.

Love Dad P.S. Do not worry"

No Edward did not worry he went ape. He was going mad. The headmaster made
the comments about how silly the letter was but Edward was very rude saying
that this was about his mother. Well not quite in that language. It was
decided that a call would be appropriate. This took the masters all morning
to decide but by then Edward had gone. 100 miles from the school he was
going to get their one way or another

Now the action would take place. I was asked to join the search being that
the hospital was close to my home. "The police must not be brought in yet."

Right or wrong I took some boys with the headmasters permission because
several eyes are better than just my 1 pair.

Jim, Ian, Chris, Alan, Wilson and Jay.

I signed out all the boys and they took a bag and towels. Jay took a bag
for Edward

I got money from the petty cash and we left to fill up with petrol.

My first major drive. The boys were silent and as lookouts did a good job.
Three hours and almost 70miles I spotted a small hitchhiker just as the sun
was fading. It was Edward. We pulled up and with a face that knew he was in
trouble got in.

I knew a call box just a bit further on. It was closer than I thought.  I
called saying that Edward had been found. It was late and being the boys
were tired and I had never driven late at night would he mind if we stayed
at the family Caravan.

The joy gave way to "Of course. What a good idea. I need to speak to
Edward?" They spoke together and closed matters. I called my house briefly
telling mum what happened. "Eggs and chips all round I take it."

She was a mind reader.

The boys were all wow about the house and mum got them in for food. I asked
about the caravan and was told "Of course." I told the boys to clean up and
listen to mum as I had a job to do.

I took Edwards hand, got his coat on then back to the van. I drove for a
while and why I do not know I said:

You could have been killed. How do you think someone who loved you felt
after you left? Why did you not come to me? Why behave as though I never
existed? Why could you not trust me? Don't you understand?

The tears were the answer. "I passed my handkerchief that was unused. He
used it well. "In the back is a bag. Get some clean clothes out and
change." Through the mirror I saw him change till he looked like my Edward.

"Where are we going?"

"Edward my love we are so close I better take you to see your mum had I
not?"

He melted in my arms. I swerved.

I pulled into the back entrance of the hospital. Before anyone says "back
entrances are your style aren't they?" Hey I even had a laugh at that. I
parked up and made sure Edward was Tidy.

At the entrance I asked for the ward that Edwards mother was in. When I got
the answer I realised why the letter to him was so ambiguous. It took a
while before we got there. I sat him on the chair and went in. A man came
to me.

"You must be Mr Collins. I called the school and they told me what
happened. They said you found my son and I take it he is with you? I shook
his hand. "Sir, Edward is outside."

"Looks like I have some explaining to do?"

"If you mean about babies then he knows. Its part of the school's prep. In
fact I take the classes."

The relief on his face was clear. I brought Edward through. "Head high
Edward and I will be on the chair outside. That was stopped. You come to
after all your hard work.

Now I was not sure but hand in hand we went to a room. Edward and I hand in
hand that is. When Edward saw his mum the tears fell down his face with
relief.

"Edward come say hello to your new brother."

"Wow, what's his name?"

No name yet but soon. His mother thanked me for all I had done. I waved
that away being so embarrassed. "Mother I have an idea. What say we call
him after the person who saved our young man?"

Yeah now I was feeling silly.

Mum his name is Peter. Oh sorry Collins."

"Splendid. Peter, Colin, Richards. Edward come say hello to your brother
Peter." The conversation was guided around the baby from then on. I was to
be a Godfather and they were to have no arguments. What could I say? I said
I had to get Edward back being that we had a night out. I watched while the
boy said his goodbye and baby Peter was last of all. I said my goodnights
and got a handshake from Edwards father. I did sneak a peek at baby Peter
and gave his mum a kiss saying well done. In the doorway we stood hand in
hand waving goodnight before we left.

Down the corridor we walked, our shoes squeaked as we did. In the van I
started the engine and warmed us up. For a few moments we hugged. "Peter I
will do something for you. I will let you do anything at all because you
have done everything for me." The front seat was whole so Edward held me
all the way home.

Edward was so happy and made the story a good one for all the other
boys. It was like when I first read the boys book when I was first at the
school.

"The boys have all had a bath and dressed. Here is the key to the
Caravan. Drop it through the letterbox on your way tomorrow. We waited so
that Edward could take a bath, he dresses then we left. I gave mum a hug so
the boys followed. In the Van we took a 5-mile drive to the Mobile Home at
the beach. I heated it up before letting the boys from the Van. I pointed
Bunk beds for the boys and they all changed their mind till they got a bed
they wanted.

Jim bunked with Ian; Jay bunked with Chris, while Wilson bunked with
Jim. There was a single and double bed left so that was all sorted out. I
slipped the kettle on for hot tea while they all watched television. I
called the school and told them all was well and how a family member had
taken Edward to see his mum and baby brother. His reply, "Splendid."

I had the privilege of undressing every boy that night. It was strange
being away from school. In sight of any boy wanting to watch I held another
naked while I kissed them. It seemed that mums food had gone further than
Egg and Chips. After we left she made hotdogs and there was a big Trifle
that the boys polished off without any pressure.

At school, there were certain times that I could feel scared when boys
stayed with me. I had these boys naked, as I said not bothering to dress
sleeping just like they were. Of course I did as much as I could to them
willingly. They never asked we all knew just what we did together alone or
in a group. When the bunk boys all fell asleep I covered them up hoping
they were as happy as I was.

Edward was making tea because Jim was asleep early. I sat in my chair while
Edward climbed in as he usually did only this was at school. "Did my father
have sex with Mother to get baby Peter and did they like it?

I wondered if there might be a question or two.

We had been through all this in our talks. It was late and I tucked Edward
into bed. "Night brother."

I went to the double and stretched out. I was drifting when I heard
movement. It's easy to hear in a Mobile Home. I looked towards the doorway
and there stood Edward half dressed. "Do you want me Peter?"

Stupid or not I flipped back the covers and he climbed in.

"Peter, I am yours and please will you do anything for me. I mean I want
you as well.

The kiss like the sucking of chicken from a drumstick.  The touch like a
feather stroking its way to the peak of ecstasy. "I do not know if I am to
young but I want you to make love to me. If life was so simple I would love
to live with you. That's what gay boys wish with all their hearts is it
not? I remember when we were last together. It was great. Please make it
better."

This was the one and only time in my life I had to ask myself what I really
was. The Paedophile just begging for any boy so that I could manipulate him
to my wishes or did I really love Edward as he loved me. Could it be that I
was one of the most despised people that the majority of others hated
because of their perversion or was the perversion true and the two people
here had found at that very moment real love. Adults and children could not
love each other outside the family, could they? Edward was someone
different. His looks and life became my life. I know I should not have got
that close but how do you argue with lips that hold yours as if they were
made for all the curves that existed. How do you say no to a boy who tells
you of his love and wants you to say it is alright. How can you say no when
the rest of your body is saying yes. I could not.

I never forced myself on him that is my word. Edward told me what to do and
I did it. That night I first explored a 69. So he made the first move and
switched around until his erection was against my lips. I never held back I
opened and in he slipped. I had never heard of what I did next but I found
his hole and went from that to sucking my tongue was firmly in action.

"Can I try to do something?" said Edward.

He twisted me over and the poor boy tried so hard but just could not push
it inside me.

"You do not have to do anything Edward. Just being here is so good."

"Fuck me then and do it good?"

Taking a pillow I placed it behind the bottom of his back. Edward was
laying there with such a sweet smile. I stroked his penis so that he might
feel some pleasure. I lifted his legs till they rested on my
shoulders. Under the lamp was a pot of Vaseline. I coated myself the used a
lot to get inside him anus. Two fingers went in easily. I wiped myself
clean then lifted. Bending forwards I came into contact with the hole. I
never meant to be rough but the thrust was harder than I imagined. I was
inside. Edwards's legs and arms were around my shoulders. For every kiss I
went deeper until I was all the way. I believe I could have gone
further. Back and forth I moved very slowly. I rubbed him. Our mouths
opened wide and we were one. I cum with a feeling I could not explain. As I
stretched back I heard a groan and the erection I was looking at splashed
forth the white fluid that I had never wanted to help someone produce
before, in all my life before.

I cleaned myself up with a towel I brought with me. I lay next to him
looking at the drying fluid while he fell asleep.

I slowly drifted off to sleep and listened to "I want to grow old with you"
It was on a radio in the Mobile home next to this one. If only I could be
honest and say that Edward and I would be together, but times change."

We made an early start back to school and a stop at a cafe for a Greasy
Spoon type breakfast. Eggs, Bacon, Sausage. Chips. Beans and fried
Bread. Mugs of Hot steaming tea. Yum.


The school looked a welcoming site to us all, well so we said. The extended
hugs before we all got back to school made it all easier. The Head marched
Edward into the office and I got the others ready for school.

Edward was okay, he was given the old "You have a problem come to me and we
will sort it out speech"

Dinner of Liver and Onions followed by Semolina milk pudding. I do not
think that any of us finished it. After tea of bread and Jam I had 12 boys,
got a few stragglers, For Boiled eggs and soldiers. 36 Eggs boiling in a
electric kettle is dangerous but sure works.

Less than 2 weeks later we had a prize giving. We all won prizes. It was
normal for some prize to be given, even to best kitchen cleaner. I was sung
Farwell being my last term. There was an offer that surprised me. I was
given a scholarship to America. Edwards Father sponsored me. He was a Dean
at a university. There was a school nearby who wanted an English teacher. I
looked at Edward as I accepted it. I had a few weeks at home but I wishes
for things that never would be.

In a quiet moment I had the speech, which I had not planned. I told all my
friends to work hard and wished them well. I caught Edward and told him we
would write. "I don't want to write." I knew perhaps we had gone the course
we had.

"Peter I am coming with you."

The hug was more than natural and when his father saw us his comment was
"Well is this goodbye or hello this is where we start. Peter I guess you
will have Edward visiting you more than we will." Mother and Father spoke
to mine and in the corridors of the learned school I had been at since I
was 5 years old there was a kiss echoing through and passed the eyes that
had loved me for the times my true feelings had surfaced.


This is the End of the Microscope.

Going to America is called The Telescope and if I get enough of you who
want to read it then I will start to write.

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