Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 13:58:10 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Telescope   Chapter 3

This story is a continuation of the book "The Microscope" It is a story
about a now older Teen and his boyfriend. Being that the boy is much
younger it come under the constraints as "Boy lovers Tale. The Telescope."

It is a story from the imagination and is completely Fiction. The name and
places are pure coincidental to anything that is known.

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Many thanks to those who have asked for this part of the story "The
telescope." You know who you are. Your comments and feelings about the
story "The Microscope." And your own love is gratefully received. Lets hope
that the next book will keep you as happy as the last.

Shaksbeer.



			      The Telescope.


				 Chapter 3


		       Leroy wants to see the Stars



Although most of the story is something that you can smile and be happy
with, this chapter contains fear, pain as well as the old idiom "And they
all lived happily ever after."

I did have Edward and Chip in America who were my best friends even though
they were boys. Neither of us minded just what we were getting into.
Edwards's parents had a good idea and far from anger, happiness, whatever
reasons it prevailed. Chip became part of me but his mother, the walking
steamroller; we eventually called her that did not know. Her perception was
that Chip had been offered extra help and being that it cost nothing took
advantage of it. I did teach her son in many things but the latter she
never knew about. At first sex was a number after five but now I had two
boys who showed eroticism whenever they or I needed it.

At the last chapter I told you of the bad happening that occurred when Chip
and I left for school one morning.

Leroy the potential murderer of the class saw us kiss and I had the feeling
of blackmail or police. I had this once before with a boy called Alan in
England, but that's a whole new story.

I was always looking in the mirror and defending my feelings. I was a boy
lover who fell in love quite easily. I was no paedophile who planned in
great detail the mark and what I would do when I got them. Hell yes I did
love the boys who loved me. Wrong? Yes, but many I found after had no idea
what love was. I was asked much later what would I do if I saw my love with
a girl? Truth is I would do everything to make him happy. If that was his
choice then so be it. No person can have the love for so short time as I
did but during that time anything could happen.

Apologies, I did digress. Leroy. I saw this boy watching me so often. He
would be more devious than ever. The fear grew when one day he did a bad
job with his homework. I called him for an explanation.

"That's good enough. I had to work and shop for my mother." I was going to
give him a reprimand but he said, "Oh Sir how is Chip getting on? I bet not
many know who you are."

So I was destroyed. Leroy left while I sat contemplating if the time had
come to apply for University now. I did not want the boys to go through the
police questioning. If I were not there then maybe things would drop.

Blackmail was a nasty word to be involved in. I asked the school secretary
for Leroy and his brother's records. "I want to see if there is something
that would attract them to schoolwork." I was allowed full freedom. " Leroy
was age 12. Know for being a bully, either to children or masters if he
could get away with it.  Unknown to the boy is the fact that Shak since he
was young was always assumed to be his brother. This is not so. Shak is his
cousin but being called brothers seems to settle things. They have a
vicious father who many time has hit the children for no real
reason. Mother died in a gang related fight so the boys although talk as
gang members they are banned. The welfare will take control and the
detention centre will be Leroy's last port of call if this school fails."

I thanked her and went home. Across the road from my house Leroy was in a
tree that shadowed the park. I was inside drinking tea watching him. I
allowed Edward and Chip to call because I was sure that a simple kiss could
not be made into anything but that. If I told them to go then Leroy would
have extra ammunition to use if ever he wanted.

It was late when the boys left. I refused them staying tonight because I
did not want their parents to ask to many questions about them staying with
me. Edwards were different but I had to be responsible. Double hugs and
they left. I took a soda and sandwich made from Peanut butter and Jelly,
The American favourite so I understand then walked across the road to the
tree.

"Hi Leroy. It's been a long time and as yet you have had nothing to eat so
I brought you a sandwich, oh there is a Soda as well. If you want more all
you have to do is call.

I watched from the house as the boy climbed down and greedily ate and
drunk. I never expected any more that evening but when a soft knock came at
about 8pm I opened to see Leroy with a plate.

"If you meant that earlier could I have another drink?"

I told the boy to come in and I would make some hot food. Leroy said that I
better not try anything.

I told him I was only trying to help.

"Its late. I think you better call home don't you?"

While cooking I got the story of being allowed out till he wanted. "Dad
tells me not to come back till late then just get to bed. I saw you and
Chip today, I also here that you and Edward are something as well. I bet no
one knows?"

I looked at Leroy. I was quite upset. "I wonder what would happen if you
told someone that your Dad tells you to stay out and then when you get back
its only for bed. He stops you doing schoolwork and all the other things
that children like."

"No one will ever find that out. I would run away first."

"What because of something that your father is responsible for?"

"Well no one knows. Where's this food you offered me?"

I gave him some rice with a stew of chicken on top. "Leroy I know what your
father does to you!"

His face changed. "But I know what you do to boys."

"Yes I kiss some who stay the night wishing them a good day at school just
like their own parents do. Yes you saw me. Chip did very well I am sure he
will get a C+ on his homework."

"My parents never kissed me. My father just says good riddance when I go to
school. He tells me about his belt every day so I do my best but some days
all I want him is to notice me. If that means I get a beating then so be
it. I saw you and chip. The kiss was just more than that. I have been
thinking that we might not be safe with a teacher like you."

I laughed to disguise my fear. "Leroy the only way you would not be safe is
if you failed in doing your homework. One thing I now know is that it is
hard for you to do work at home and I will be taking that into account when
I come to mark it."

"Do you think I am silly? Do you think I would worry about lessons if my
father new we had a weird teacher. You would be dead if he got his hands on
you. The school would fire you and the police would take you away."

"I bet your dad would wonder how you knew what I was, or suppose I
was. Your name would be there with others who would say I was
innocent. Your father would go mad and the home you would be taken to will
get to hear what you did. All that because you just could not find a
friend?"

I was grasping at straws. "Now its late. What time do you have to be home?
I have a spare room and you can stay there if you want." Leroy looked at
me. You wont tell anyone about my dad will you?" I told him the truth that
I would never speak about what we had said tonight. Leroy called his
father. He wanted to talk to me.

"So homework is it. Well its better he do that than hang about on the
street like some boys. His uncle will drop a few things over and he can
stay."

Less than 10 minutes a woman called with a carrier bag. She never said
much. "For Leroy. So this was the Uncle."

I watched as Leroy opened the bag that contained all new clothing. Pyjamas,
Socks shorts, shirt and trousers for school. "I never had new stuff
before."

I said that I had more rice so Leroy ate the rest. I showed him around. We
got to the spare room and I pointed out that it had a lock on it. "Just so
you know I wont come in during the night." He smiled. For the first time I
had seen him with a happy side.

I did later on wonder if Leroy had ever washed. He spent over an hour in
the bath. Filling and draining the water. There was plenty of noise but
even if my mind wanted to know I left him to it and made a flask of hot
chocolate. After the hour I was bursting. I rushed in to find the bathroom
spotless and the bath scrubbed clean. Standing before me was Leroy less
black than before wearing his pyjamas. The poor boy looked so
uncomfortable.

"I never wear these. I just wash then put clean shorts on."

"If you had just the shorts on I am not sure if I could keep away from
you. Most boys who stop here sit on my lap while I read a story. Well tell
me about the real you Leroy?"

"I am 12, I did not want to be with my dad. Some nights I would go to the
beach and earn some money with other guys. I was young so earned a lot. One
day I was caught with a guy and my dad found out. He believed the police
when they said I was abducted. I kept quiet. Dad beating me was far worse
than any police cell. Why did I let dad beat me? Well he heard about his
son and made money by selling me to the highest bidder. I never told anyone
this before. They just touched me and I ran."

I listened to the boy who had been abused, who now was trying to blackmail
me but would rather believe that I would keep quiet about his life because
he could see what I really was.

 I had seen this boy become the biggest bully I had known. His fists had
pounded a youngster for no apparent reason. Since I offered friendship for
whatever reason he had smiled then become a different person. We sat and
drank chocolate. We did chat about all sorts of things and even why he
allowed himself to go with other men if he knew it was wrong.

"Some days most children need to be loved. It may seem pathetic but I know
many boys and girls who allow older people to do things to them for money."

"I only do things with boys for love Leroy."

So I had been duped. I opened my mouth this time just to far. I never
looked at him I just regretted what I had said. "At least you are not out
to buy us. I was once asked to describe love for homework. I wrote an essay
describing what every monetary note I had been paid looked like. That was
my love. The paper was torn out before I got to school. I have to grow up
knowing that when I was young I never had love just a roof over my head."

I spotted the tears falling just as Leroy finished talking. I held the
tissues allowing him to get the grief off of his chest. "You better not
tell anyone you saw me cry."

Maybe wrong or right I never thought. I took Leroy in my arms and allowed
the pent up tears to fall. I had never contemplated that I would be in this
position with a boy that was clearly a bully.

Leroy never moved while he cried hard and long. I got the impression that
the hug was welcomed. I went to move when he eased. A hand that held on to
me like glue stopped me. If it was the closeness I do not know but Leroy
asked me why it was boys who turned me on.

I laughed when I looked at him. "Leroy some boys need to be loved as some
boys want to love in return. Loving has very different meanings. From hugs
and kisses to, well, a whole lot more."

"How do you see me?"

"That's hard Leroy. Just a few hours ago you were threatening to tell nasty
things about me yet now you are in pyjamas and sleeping in my house. How do
you feel?"

"Well if I ask you something would you promise to answer the truth?"

"I will try."

"Chip, I saw you with him. I guess he stayed the night like I am. Did you
and he, you know do things?"

I asked him to explain what that mattered. "You knew I liked boys and if I
did would that matter? The thing you should think about is you. Do you
think that you are safe? Are you sure that I might not make a move on you?"

"I am scared."

"That's silly. What are you scared over?"

"Well I am scared that I might give in. I should not have said that." Leroy
got up to leave.

"Hey the truth can never hurt. It matters not that who likes who. People
sometimes want things that never would happen if it was asked for. Do I
want you? I cannot answer that. Why, well Leroy if I made a move what would
you do?"

"Try to run away."

I held his hand. "That's how I use to feel. I would see a boy then know I
would run away. But after 3 years I know I would not run now I would take
them in my arms, (I did), hold him close, (I did), Then wonder if he would
like a kiss. (He did)"

Now things had taken the step either in the wrong or forever right way. It
was our lips that touched. Hands by our side we kissed harder. I pulled
back looking at him.

"Leroy if you are serious about all this I need you to tell me."

"I am serious."

His pyjama Jacket was a one-piece top without buttons. Holding it at the
bottom I lifted it up so that when his arms reached the sky it came off. I
was holding him tightly. He was no expert in kissing but had gathered
enough of the right moves to do his best. One button on the waistband was
all he had so within seconds they were around his ankles. I had a naked
Leroy hard and making all the right moves that said, "I give in."

His figure was much different. I was about to do the same and undress when
I decided to lock up and take him to bed just as he wanted.

In the bedroom Leroy lay legs crossed waiting for me to make him feel
special. I could tell how well he earned money. He was an expert. Together
we held each other's erection, rubbing back and forth making the noises
that meant all that was happening was right. It was Leroy who grew long and
hard in my hand. He was far from expert in kissing but he knew words that
boys of his age should only as yet start to notice. It was strange to have
this black boy next to me thrusting into my hand begging for me to do all
sorts of things. It was sudden but I felt Leroy expand and two straight
jets of cum flew up and landed on us both. I sat on him rubbing myself till
Leroy took over. I covered him but he did not care.

We cleaned up but were together all night touching and kissing. The next
day we bathed each other. After we dressed we both agreed that last night
was something we both needed. Leroy promised to keep what had happened to
him. His one request was that I let him come to stay but for no other
reason than getting away from his father.

The door flew open and Edward kissed me good morning, Chip followed. Leroy
grabbed me and our kiss was more powerful than the other two.

"Well Peter I see you have got two more friends." Said Edward

"It must be good because looking at Chip and Leroy its clear that you
falling in love with us boys is something special. I see for you its all in
Black and White.

Out of the mouth of my babe (Edward) no one could want to hear any more

We had a lesson on Love at school today. There were 3 boys who had the top
marks but 1 who got A+.

His name was Leroy and the whole class gave him a cheer. Me I found out
that even though I could find love with my boys I also found companionship
and sincerity.  Leroy began to improve. We did have a few time together but
not for love even though it would have been easy. He called me his long
lost brother. I called him my Scarlet Pimpernel. That one night of sex
changed his ways it even changed the way the school looked at him. At
Christmas he was awarded the merit of advancement. Given to the boy who has
made the greatest advance in his schoolwork. Edward got a compassion award
while Chip got a cookery award. His mum was good for something.

I was doing well but not looking forwards to the new boys next term because
that meant I would be loosing some babies from the fold.


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