Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2007 19:55:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Story Writer <feestyoreayes@yahoo.com> Subject: Adam Dancer - Chapter Ten WARNING: This story is fiction and any names, elements or places in this account are drawn totally from my own imagination. If you have a problem with material like this then please do not read it. Though the chapters deal with homosexual exploration by young boys, I try to also get into affection, conflict and difficulties for boys who a trying to discover who they are and what their relationships are all about. If you are too young to be reading these stories then please leave and return when you are of age. Comments are welcomed I can be reached at feestyoreayes@yahoo.com. I want to thank all the people who have sent emails to me. I have enjoyed the comments and loved the suggestions. Chapter Ten Kevin and Liam Finding a private place for Kevin Brooks to restore his persona from backstage frolics queen to a serious but complicated little male was daunting. He had ruled out the theatre, now full of thespians; the boys toilets where ridicule was de rigueur and closets that lacked proper mirrors and sinks. A wicked smile replaced a pout as Kevin got an inspiration. ************************************************************************ Regis Kelly happily pecked away at his keyboard, forcing animations and the clutter of hopping gifs to convene into a semi-lucid PowerPoint presentation. Dr. Kelly was the Otis Cameron Academy's resident psychologist for boy students. He had a counterpart, Dr. Helen Majors, who worked with girls. Regis had stipulated that he was irrational to have plopped his still young body into an inferno of male pubescent anger, jealousy, anxiety, distrust, embarrassment and hormonal chaos. He also knew that his own attraction to young boys was the primary element in choosing to serve in a private middle-school setting. Being around, talking to and helping little boys was gratifying to the boy lover. Without this challenging but emotionally gratifying job, his desperately unhappy home life with Edna would be intolerable. Regis loved Edna. They once had an almost idyllic relationship, uncontaminated by professional jealousy or historical baggage. It was a love that often had sexual satisfaction, for they both were adept at compartmentalizing. He was primarily heterosexual, with not an ounce of sexual interest in men. But the man also had an obsession with boys, sexual and aesthetic, which could not have even symbolic expression, without setting Edna into frenzy. Regis had rarely had sex with a boy, except for his pre-teen and teenaged love affairs with boys quite a bit younger than him. His last time, in the United States, with a boy was when he was seventeen. As an older teen senior in high school, Regis did have homosexual adventures with boys in Europe. That summer, before university, he vacationed at a nudist resort in Hungary with a girl student's family. This girl favored sex with females. Each night at the resort, Regis found a pre-teen or early teen boy to join with him in his bungalow. Often the boys spoke very little English, but the teen lad's talent for making young boys feel loved and appreciated made precise language unimportant. In most rendezvous, Regis enjoyed sucking the boy's penis. He was partial to very physically immature boys with tiny cocks, the very boys often left out of games and shunned by the more strapping lads. He never had anal sex with the younger boys, preferring to lovingly and gently plunge his penis into the warm boy-holes of pretty little males over age thirteen. Regis sucked the tiny stiffies of two quite lovely little boys one night at the resort. They were cute little brothers who happily spent the daytime windsurfing and swimming in the nude. Regis felt very queer about the very little brother. Regis had a massive orgasm as he went into sexual nirvana, sucking the tiny uncircumcised cock of the younger boy. The beautiful little boy, who tossed his curly head back and forth from the stimulation between his slender thighs, was only six years old. The older boy was eleven and though he seemed to enjoy watching his little brother being fellated, seemed very frightened. Regis stopped sucking off the older boy and said he didn't have to do anything because it was fun just being friends. The boy was quite relieved and, ironically hung around Regis a lot at the lake after discovering he could be friends with no strings attached. The teen-aged Regis, actually looking much younger than eighteen, wondered if someone had frightened the older boy, making him fear being fucked in his bottom. During his childhood, Regis avoided men who often seemed to want to fuck him, so he had empathy and self-control with vulnerable boys. Edna never gleaned Regis's attraction to little boys in what was generally an innocent reciting of childhood adventures between them. Candor had been the leitmotif of their relationship; making honest narratives about themselves safe from any jagged reefs of disapproval. Though they both were professional therapists, they typically had a fairly simple, jargon-free exchange of thoughts, ideas and observations. But Regis's attraction to boys was left out of their friendly ramblings; save for anecdotes about the cute things some of the boys at school did or said in their rare spells of spontaneity. It all changed at a performance of Mozart's Magic Flute last year, at the San Francisco Opera. Upon the entrance of the Three Boys, Regis was captivated by the beauty of all three, but particularly a tiny blonde-haired treble in the middle. He had a tender and earnest little face that grew even more enticing as he sang. The lovely boys wore toga-like outfits that exposed almost all of their delicious looking thighs. The powerful floodlights accentuated this slender boy's thin, perfectly formed little legs, so smooth, with the adorable little knees bouncing to the tempo, as his angelic voice harmonized gloriously with the singing of the other lads. "He is so beautiful!" Regis muttered to no one in particular. But Edna heard it and felt the utterance's implied sexual resonance. She had revulsion well up in her stomach and her throat constricted her into silence. Her hand went to Regis's lap to verify with tactile senses what had to remain unstated. His penis was erect. That night they had a confrontation that forever modified their marriage. Edna issued a manifesto that Regis agreed to. "Regis, you are obviously a boy lover. I do not want to hear a word about how you got this way. Please give me no explanations about wanting to suck off or bugger little boys. I love you. I want to stay married to you, but please do not tell anecdotes, anymore, about the adorable little boys who skip in and out of your life. Do not even think of touching a boy between his legs. Keep all our talk free of even a suggestion about boys. And, Regis, I will not bear children for you. I would constantly worry that you were stimulated by the penis and bottom of a son of ours. I suspect that, as a boy you went down on other boys and maybe had anal intercourse. I know you suck off and fuck young boys in your fantasies and dreams. Keep it there, Regis. When I am not home, feel free to masturbate to videos and still shots of nude boys, but do not have a love affair with a boy." Regis was happy here in his school element. His time, in the rank of priorities, was dedicated first to the needs of the boys. When he was in a session with a boy, or, for that matter having a casual interaction with a lad, He started where the boy was at that moment in time. It was easy to jump in and ask a lot of questions and offer interpretations, all valid in their place, but Regis knew that two things created an environment for helping boys. The first thing is being a patient, non-judgmental and caring listener. If a boy is weaving the plot for gunning down another boy in his opening statement to Regis, it is essential to hold in reserve comments about impropriety. Letting the boy vent and elaborate as he observes that Regis is listening, yet is not gagging or blushing or dialing 911, sets the stage for subsequent meaningful dialogues. The second essential element, in forging an effective therapeutic relationship with boys who rarely open up about internal fears and feelings, is developing trust; through being honest and making the boy realize he is safe. And the boys were safe with Regis, for he was happy with what were often close relationships, with no overt sexuality. ************************************************************************ Sitting with his door open, Regis sensed the presence of a boy before the lad's salutation. "Hi, Regis!" Kevin said heartily. He looked at the computer screen and typed randomly, eliciting a mock gasp. "Good to see you Kevin. Is there any special reason for blessing me with a visit?" Regis said as he back-spaced Kevin's electronic graffiti. "I need a place to groom myself without other boys interfering." Kevin said. "You might have noticed that my hair needs brushing and I need to take off this pesky lipstick." "You look fine. Is the lipstick a special touch?" "Well Dr. Kelly, as you know, I sometimes get, um, girlish. I was entertaining a needy boy during recess by being his little vamp. But now I need to get boyish for my visit to see Liam." "So you need to use my private bathroom to unvamp and change your look." The psychologist summarized. Regis wasn't turned on by cross-dressing, but Kevin was a delectable little fairy beauty to Regis in any context. Regis was very fond of Kevin who was so refreshingly honest about his penchant for things girly. The captivating, long-haired beauty was not a transvestite; he was just a totally sweet boy who expressed himself in a very feminine way. Regis knew from Kevin's candid narratives that the boy loved being a boy. The very thought of having a vagina, instead of sporting a yummy looking penis, was proclaimed to Regis as "gaggifying". It was quite clear to the psychologist that Kevin adored his own body in a delightfully honest aura of narcissistic zeal. Kevin had also revealed to Regis, in counseling, that he was no longer a virgin. He delighted in informing "the Doc" that he was sexually active with at least two boys. Kevin tried his best to shock Regis, but soon realized that he could not embarrass the psychologist with graphic descriptions of having boys enter his tight little rectum with their stiff young boy cocks or lavish narratives that relived his joy at having his mouth filled with gloriously beautiful, delicious and childishly adorable cocks. He had erotically described to Regis how he had seduced the urgently horny and quite lovely Brian. He was a bit more circumspect about Adam, since Adam wasn't ready to share his homosexual desires and exploits to the psychologist yet. Regis learned that Kevin was not at all interested in making love with a man. Kevin was explicit about this by declaring to Regis that, although he, "Kevin the lovely", was irresistible to all males, men need to stick to their own kind. Kevin slipped into Regis's bathroom and washed his face thoroughly, leaving no traces of makeup. The hair was brushed back into the more boyish style seen with Kevin's favorite surfer and skater, Shaun Yost. "Thanks a lot Doc." Kevin said as he tore out of the psychologist's office. "Oh and just in case we have a counseling session about my sexual perversions with dominant big-cocked athletes, I promise to have Liam sign a release of information form." ************************************************************************ When Kevin first saw Liam in the hospital room, he was thrilled to see him standing on crutches, in regular shorts and t-shirt. His eyes were scouring the parking lot for signs of Kevin. "G'day mate!" Kevin exclaimed loudly, trying to greet the boy he adored as he assumed they did in Christchurch. "Damn, Kevin, I missed you in the car park?" Liam said with grin. "I came in my secret way so I can stow my skateboard safely at the Candy stripers office." Kevin explained. "What the bloody hell is a candy striper, Mate?" Liam asked with authentic bewilderment. "They are those volunteer kids who bring around books and toys for kids." Kevin explained. "Kevin, I am so happy to see you. I think that knowing you were coming helped me get through the surgery and stuff." Liam said as he dropped into an easy chair. "You look so good, Liam. How come you aren't all messed up like that kid over there?" Kevin asked with a sense of bewilderment. "They did a spinal on me so I could be awake while they carved up my knee. I had a pill that made me a bit spacey, but I was alert and hearing their chatter." "So that machine there sends you happiness on demand?" Kevin joked. "Only thing better is getting Kevin on demand." "Liam, I was happy to get invited here by your Mum." "You were invited by me, Kevin. My Mum thinks you are awesome, but really, she is just the messenger." Liam gripped Kevin's hand tightly gor emphasis. "This is weird for you, huh?" Kevin guessed. "I have to be honest, Kevin. It is truly weird for me. It's hard for me to figure out what's going on in my head; or maybe in my heart." The sharply chiseled face softened into an aspect of quiet confusion. "I was at the practice just to watch you, Liam. I was plotting to find ways to talk to you. And then, bam, Liam is hurt. I didn't even give it a thought, Liam. Running to you and protecting you and comforting you were as natural as breathing for me." Kevin looked down as he described that pivotal and frightening event. Blonde hair covered his slightly embarrassed face, until Liam's strong hands gently brushed the soft tresses to expose and frame the delicate features. "Seeing and hearing you and feeling you holding my leg in place sort of set my body to relax. It was like natural pain-killers were freed up inside of me. You made it seem peaceful." Liam said, his voice descending into a whisper. "What about now, Liam?" Kevin wondered. "What about for you." The athlete countered. "I think we better go slowly, right now. Let's just lighten up and save the heavy stuff for later." The pretty blonde boy suggested. "Are you afraid that I will chicken out?" Liam asked, as if he was asking himself. "Yes, I am afraid of that." Kevin admitted, dropping to his knees to examine the injured knee, neatly covered with immaculately clean dressings. He needed a useful distraction. "I will not chicken out, Kevin. I may worry you with self-doubts and fear of my own feelings, but no way will I turn my back on you." Liam said with strength and conviction. "Here is a card from the soccer team. Arthur, of all people asked me to give it to you. The team doesn't seem horrified that I am seeing you." "I thought about that. I would be lying if I told you I didn't care what the boys thought. But even if they totally hated me seeing you, I would still want to be with you." Liam explained. He played with the hair of the kneeling little boy he was falling in love with, as they both pretended to be entranced by his wounded knee. The boys played some chess together and gave some attention to Blake, the boy who had some complicated ankle reconstructive surgery. Blake was so glad to have Kevin help him with the bedpan, as he tried to urinate. He held back, until Kevin calmly took hold of his tiny, circumcised penis and gently primed the young boys bladder by fingering the child's soft tummy. Blake almost cheered when his slit spat a prodigious stream of almost clear colored urine. It was now carefree and natural; two young friends just being themselves. They realized that their building affection made simple things like sharing songs and doing rimes and telling stories rival the most complicated video games and entertainment centers in the company of ordinary people. Without saying it out loud, the two sweet and beautiful boys both knew that Kevin was exclusively homosexual. They both knew that Liam was wrestling internally with his own gay issues. They knew that both of them not only were sexually attracted to one another, but were succumbing to a powerful force of love. This they knew without a word of discussion. Soon they would need to plan overtly for at least the near future. They would need to agree on dating strategy, revealing things to family and friends. How, where and when would they have sexual intimacy? Was Liam comfortable with being the dominant partner in sexual acts? Kevin knew that he was flexible about whether Liam should suck cock or not. Would the more masculine boy even consider placing his penis into Kevin's rectum? When it was time to say goodbye, each was profoundly reinforced in their affection for one another. What had seemed so abstract a day before was a pleasant reality for them. They gently hugged and shared a brief kiss on the lips. "See you later, Kiwi boy!" "I'll see you tomorrow, surfer boy." Comments sent to feestyoreayes@yahoo.com are welcome. Cruel ones will be discarded.