Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 16:53:02 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Telescope chapter 7

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 7.


                             The Rings of Saturn.


So Ethan was a new friend with a whole new story to know. For my help while
Mum did the move, Ethan just had time to drop me off a small gift. I was
unsure of the giver but assumed it was he. I got a big smile when presented
with it. I was given a Silver chain that had a small whale at the end. I do
not talk of luck but Moby Dick had always been something of a favourite, as
you know if you have read this series of chapter's.

There was a card that read; "From one little fish, to the whale who taught
so much in his harbour of love." Well thinking again, it must have been
Ethan.

Still 5 days to go before the boys all started to return from their holiday
breaks. I started to make a diary. It would never be kept in the open
either at home or work, God forbid.

Being that you have been reading this you will see that I have decided to
share my story with you.

Anyway I had done so much work preparing for the next term when I decided
to take a break and spend some time in the park. Yes I did view some of the
boys at play but mostly it was a good time to rest and relax.

The school secretary was out with her dogs, 3 Labradors. While a ball was
tossed far away the dogs would try to be the first and collect it taking it
back to her.

On two bikes were what looked like brother and sister doing their best to
out do each other by performing tricks. Each got progressively harder. A
young boy tried to do what they were doing but with little success. The
dogs ran towards him but he did not see them and they all collided. It
looked like a train wreck. The boy was in tears, crying for all he could.

Many people just looked on while the woman checked her dogs and walked off
with no care for the boy who lay flat upon the ground.

I quickly made a move then saw a mangled mess. The boy's foot had caught in
the spokes of his wheel, ripping his trousers, tearing the skin. A lump was
forming on his head but the crying had diminished.

"Lay still son and I will call for an ambulance." I pointed to were I
lived. He did not want an ambulance. He got his bag taking a phone from
it. I realised what he was doing when, "Hello mum its me."

The boy explained to her then passed the phone to me. I told her what
happened,

"I could take him to my home then decide they're what to do. She was cool
in her way saying that this was a regular happening. "I will leave work and
come straight home. For some reason I told her my life story over the phone
and after she heard this was very pleased that someone was there.

It was going to take her an hour so I lifted him up while the other 2
children pushed his bike to my house. His back and right leg was bruised. I
ran a bath telling him that soaking in hot water would bring out the
bruises quickly then I would cover any cuts with some cream. Although I was
a total stranger he was quite happy to allow me to help him undress, a rip
of 4 inches in the trousers knee would need repairing, plus the elbow had a
rip in his shirt.

I never took very much notice when undressing him. I found out he was 10
but full of the "I will do what I want." I sat with a sowing needle and
thread mending the hole while not a sound could be heard. Every now and
again I called just to make sure but got a formidable grunt and that was
after "Yeah I am doing fine."

I took a shirt for him to wear. His mum called to ask the damage. I went
through the whole lot getting her to understand that this was far from my
fault.

The boy had a name. Simon Wrecks. "Wrecks by name and Wrecks by nature."

Mum arrived just as I sat him down from the bath to bandage the leg that
had been damaged.

Mum sat with coffee explaining that she worked far away so trusted her son
to look after himself. Clearly unable to do that she just wished school
would start. The school was I taught so as you can guess I offered to help.

She was over the moon as well as Simon. He would be in a class above mine
so gave me a chance to get to know him.

No questions asked but Mum went off to collect some things while Simon
stayed the night. The illness was a preventative of his returning home that
night.

Simon took a look round while I did some rough cooking. He saw the boys'
pictures but never asked anything just I gather accepted they were part of
me.

Mum lasted 15 minutes before she left. The words, "See you tomorrow," said
the rest.

I showed him to his room and gave him the spell about if he got lonely he
could come find me. I redressed his leg and got him ready for bed. The
worst part was he saw me looking at him with eyes of wanton lust.

It took 20 minutes before he called me. Far from scared he was just afraid
but I had never to tell a single person.

"Don't think I am a baby but I do not like being alone when I have been
hurt so much." I pulled back the covers and Simon jumped in with me. It was
nice to feel someone so close. His shirt was off but the shorts remained
on. He told me all what happened. I was the stupid one. I told Simon the
rules of sleeping in my bed. I was going to laugh but he never took things
seriously just cuddled up. "Simon you know I was joking doesn't you?"

"You want me to stop then or are you just going to undress me. I am not
silly. I have a friend called Chip who stays over with me and I with
him. He told me that a special man was his friend. I think I have just met
him."

"We never did anything together but I wish we had. If I asked you to show
me some things, would you?" "Look I am not who you think I am." Simon stood
up and slipped his shorts down. I now had a new boy almost on top of me
grasping for the attention he believed he thought I could give him."

His penis was far bigger than I expected excited and ready for action. His
skin was begging for me to touch it. No shaking just a single bead of sweat
that pre-cum the full excitement of lovemaking. Simon was far from
backwards, he was well taught either by books of other ways into sex and
how it happened.

While I touched him I got to understands that he had never masturbated. He
had never done things with other boys. His closest treatment if that's the
right way to put it was a 13-year-old baby sitter who forced him to finger
her while threats were made.

He asked what was going to happen and I told him that I would tell him just
as we went along.

Simon was so simple that even naked he was so calm. He did not mind, but
his brain was all in favour of learning the next stage of growing up.

I took this small boy, hand in hand then led him about the house. I begged
him to do certain things. He never argued , he just did them. All the time
I would have questioned what was going on he just did all that was asked.

When at last he walked back to my room naked even then he said nothing. I
remember my first day and how I had to think "Was this the right thing to
do." Simon was clearly a boy of the next dimension where the rules spoken
were to be followed at all costs.

It was then I saw what I had taken into my bed.

This boy although only 10 just who I had.

He was cool because, tucking him next to me I had the boy of a well built
size. He was bigger than all the others. His size grew almost
immediately. I was allowed to hold him growing in my hand with every
touch. Wriggling with length he was different. I did not know if he liked
the touch, I saw him expand. The length of the penis pointed upwards while
he looked down. The small round eyes covered with circular glasses looked
at me unsure of what I was doing. I had to ask myself if he understood what
I was doing.

Simon's body moved as if he was unclear that my touch was correct.

I carried on the movements but was clear that I should stop. I hade decided
that the feelings I were giving him was right, however his body mov1ements
said different.

I started to tell him what I was doing. Simon froze so I carried on. He
never spoke or declined what I was doing. Instead I went faster feeling the
climax brewing throughout his body. I made the wrong move when I stopped
for a while and undressed myself.

I knew it was wrong when he pulled away from me. It was a strange
experience. I pulled him tight and carried on. Simon's penis continued to
grow. I tried to take his hand then place it on mine but he would have
nothing of it. I took him into my lips and this made the difference. I had
his hand on my back. I understood his reluctance.

I pulled away but Simon pulled me back. I had made him take the choice that
in my mind I never wanted. Simon placed two hands on my head then thrust. I
had made this boy become the instigator when that should not have
happened`.

I asked Simon if he wanted to carry on because I felt that he was unsure?

"I do not know what I have to do. This is all new. Can you understand that
I am unsure?"

I knew what he meant. It was as if I had forced this. I took the situation
and tried to make him see the beauty of what we were doing. I was scared
that he would be frightened off and maybe rather than love be what I wanted
as all the others it would be something completely different.

I was pig headed and got up collecting his shorts that were in his
room. Simon 's face changed. He began to cry when I lifted his legs to put
them on. I did not want that but could rationally not think of any other
way around this.

Life is stupid sometimes. I did a bad thing. I shouted at Simon. "Do you
want to do this with me or are you just playing around?"

That was one of those days when you wish for a hole to appear then swallow
you up for being so silly. The tears flowed and I held him. I begged for
forgiveness but Simon's answer was somewhat different.

"Do you think I would still not be like this if I did not understand?" He
took the shorts throwing them across the room. His erection had not gone
down, if anything it was harder.

His flesh was strange to the touch but that was emotion, I am sure. I got
back with him but never attempted to get closer. Simon had nothing of
that. His arms enclosed around me, our bodies touched. I clasped his
erection while I managed to kiss him even though the kiss was new and
strange to him. Simon held me for the first time but retracted the touch
allowing me to think either the worse or just simply that this boy was not
ready for sexual contact yet.

It was I who held him, feeling his hardness as it grew even more. The skin
was easy to retract. The head looked at me. Open, I did, then it slipped
in. I let my tongue play with it. His body screamed when the sensitive
parts were touched. I do not think he imagined that he could ever feel the
sensations that went through his body at its crescendo, its peak when it
came into contact with his brain.

His legs as if automatically encircled my head squeezing it after every
peak. Its length shook me because this 10-year-old boys penis easily hit
the back of my throat causing me to reach, almost becoming sick. When I
lifted off him I asked Simon if I may have the privilege of exciting him
elsewhere just as powerfully as I had been a few minutes ago.

I did not have to wait long before the answer. I saw the hole opening and
closing when my finger closed towards it. He moved back naturally, common
reaction being unsure what was going to happen. I kissed him then asked him
to open his tight lips. Together we fought the fight of passion while my
finger entered his anus. I was so careful. I had to gather the strength
that prevented me from clasping my lips around his neck. The whisper became
a beg.

"Will you suck me like I did you?"

I was ignored. I rubbed him while the finger went deeper into him.

"Is it better with my fingers or my lips, Simon?"

A single word. "Lips."

So blackmail ensued. "You do me and I do you." I thought quickly if it was
blackmail being that his lips were quicker to take me than him. We both
sucked and enjoyed every minute.

"If you keep doing that Simon then I will produce sperm and it will go in
your mouth. Do you want that to happen?"

Simon quickly lifted off me saying no. His lips went back on me
again. In-between sucking him I suggested that I could tell when it was
going to happen. "Shall I tell you or will you just let it happen?"

"Tell me."

My finger was very busy so when 2 finger was inside I told Simon that I
could put what he was sucking into him then it would not matter when it
came out. "The sperm in me? Lets do it now." I was angry because his
sucking technique was very nice. I sat up while he sat on the upright
organ. It went inside. He shouted, "Ouch, ouch it hurts stop."

I did stop but being so close he was easy to persuade to suck while I did
him. I was mad, almost begging him to let me come into him. I could imagine
the mess.

"Simon says it will be alright."

He laid down the rules. I would suck him with two fingers inside. He would
do his best but did not know what would happen.

I had to get this right. I had made this boy agree to take my sperm as long
as I did what I wanted to him so much. Madness. I could not allow this. I
lifted him up saying that it was going to be fine. His erection grew even
further so I slowed down. I watched his body shake. It was not dry but the
drips slipped over my fingers. He watched as I took my fingers and sucked
them clean. Simon wanted to stop. He wanted his shorts. I got them and it
was all over. I could not even hug him. I never thought about what I had
missed but Simon was soon asleep.

During the night you might call me evil in a way. I did slip his shorts
down then with saliva I covered his anus. I managed to get three fingers
into him without any movement. I slid down so that I had my erection close
to the hole. Pulling back the skin I was wet so entered easily. I lost
count on one hand then I cum. It was a great climax.

"That did not hurt. Maybe we can swap in the morning."

The shorts left the bed and we slept tight together for the rest of the
night. I woke with Simon in me. I said he was big so I did all I could to
make it special for him. I was sure that I felt him cum inside me but maybe
that was hope rather than happen.

I ran a bath but Simon did not want to share. There was a holler. Edward
came running through. Seeing me in the bath he stripped and jumped in. I
introduced the boys but Simon watched Edwards's reaction at seeing me.

"Peter, I have missed you so much. Mum and Dad both said I could stay with
you over the holidays. I did something yesterday for you." He took his
trousers then gave me a tube that contained white liquid. "Now I will be
coming all the time for you."

So that's the Telescope. From the easiest to see and examine to the
furthest yet just seen but was there. I had for a boy lover taken many boys
to love. The last, Simon I almost went to far. He was sitting on the side
of the bath being stroked while Edward was there. So it was simple,

Mercury was the element in a thermometer, the boys took my temperature
up. Venus is associated with love, mainly women but I was the different
apple in the barrel of love. Earth, well that's where we all found the boys
we wish we could have. Mar's, Now that's the god of war. Either the war of
law or maybe the war that permits us to love boys. Sounds the same in a
way. Jupiter. This guy was the chief in roman mythology. My love for boys
was the chief part of my life. Saturn, the planet of rings. The ring made a
commitment when people show true love. Uranus, I won't go down that
road. Neptune. Also the god of the sea. Our lives swam in all different
directions. Pluto. The god of the underworld. People would see that being a
boy lover is part of the underworld most would love to see disappear. So
there are your planets. You would need one hell of a telescope to see them
all in one night but by looking at me I think you will have a partial view
of how the planets affected me.

So what's next? I got to go back to school but got the chance to come back
to England. My original boarding school needed a teacher in Secondary
English. I was qualified so was asked. I was offered a cottage within the
grounds and I could meet some new boys. I could also stay in America.

Just remember this I was a boy who refused to accept he liked small boys
until one was hurt. That's when the love exposed itself. I became a boy
lover. My experiences began but became varied. I fell in love, one boy took
my heart with his parents permission. I was asked to come home. Was Edward
to come, was I to have more boys, and was I to find the cook beautiful at
60 years old? (YUK) Maybe it was just that I fell in love with the
Gardener,? (Lord Chatterley's Lover)

It all started with The Message. That's another story but only if enough of
you want to read it.


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