Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2002 14:17:31 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Amusment Arcade. Part 7 This story comes from my imagination. It is fiction. The characters are different as are the places to protect the people who may think that they are involved in this story someway. The mission of this is to bring as close as possible to you part of the life that could have happened. I have the copyright to this and all other stories written by me so if you wish to use this then please ask. This will include all fee-paying sites. The story of a relationship between a man and a boy is in most countries against the law so do please check to protect yourself. Does love really exist? This story I hope will go some way into answering that question. The Amusement Arcade. Part 7 Brian's Pain. I had watched while Brian's first few days at school went by. I could see that he was suffering with all the work because he spent more time at home than with me. I did not mind. Some days I took the ride to and from the school just to be with him. I did find one thing very difficult. The weekend he wanted to be with his mum instead of me. I never questioned any of his actions. I got a call from Mary. She asked me to send Red to her house because a letter had arrived that concerned me as well as her. Red brought the letter that evening. It was from the school. A request had been made for either Mary or myself to visit the school, on the following Monday, there was something that needed to be spoken off. Mary was working flat out so she asked me if I would be able to go. I told her of course having no worries at all; after all I had gone to the same school so the worst thing that happened to me was a detention at lunchtime for slack writing skills. When you are young the thought of learning to spell then correctly forming grammatical sentences and paragraph were only things teachers did. I was in the car when Brian was collected. We had said no more than three words for a whole week. "So Brian, why have I been asked to go to the school?" "Did you learn in school about someone called Pandora? She was given a box and told never to open it. Well she did. All the pain of mankind were within the box so because of her action the world could have been a nasty place. Lucky the lid was closed but some of the faults of mankind had already been released." I love stories but I was very lost. "I have opened the box. I know that we love each other but after today I do not see how you can." Well the thought of Murder came to mind or something even simpler. Brian could not do what was very hard work and he had berated the teacher or teachers so much by using the words that he said his mother had taught people. A child swearing or becoming unruly is not wanted at the school I was at. Correct deportment at all times. Brian and I arrived. He went to the Housemasters office to report in like all the other boys, I was taken to see the Headmaster. In the office there were what looked like parents one way or another of 4 children. "Good Morning. Thank you for coming early but the 6th Form has exams later this day. The school has run into a problem which we are unable to deal with." I was personally introduced to the other adults, as a welcome old boy that had a ward at the school. " Mr Daniels. Can you remember the very first lesson that you were taught in Biology? It was your second lesson on the first day at this school." I said I could not. "It was a long time ago." The headmaster explained. "Well part of the schools class covers Sex Education. We cover this first to prevent all the silly jokes and crude remarks that schools other than this one seem to thrive on. Now this is where you come in. At the moment when the teacher asked "Any questions." It was silent. A boy called Jean Peter asked when the lesson to do with Homosexuality would be given. This is why you are hear. Four boys asked the same question. Under the law schools are unable to teach this subject due to a government clause 22. It is something that has caused a great deal of argument. This ruling does not cover our school, however we have agreed to abide by the ruling. The Teacher was going to take the boys in a small single class but unfortunately we have found a subject that teachers never fully acknowledge they know. Basic things yes. Depth teaching no. The mishandling of the reasons that show why we cannot answer the questions caused a riot. 5 boys had to clean up the mess then received extra homework. I have to ask you to take the responsibilities of teaching your children this matter." Two set of parents argued that because of how much they paid in school fees it was expected of the school to deal with all problems. "I have to warn you that if any master were to undertake this class it could be classed that in an all boys school there was a Homosexual teacher." Far from understand they all became upset. Jean Paul's parents had flown in yesterday to hear this rubbish. "To me this is, how you say, stupid. To learn History you have a teacher of History. Would there be a problem if he was a homosexual? You have after all employed him to teach history. Natural, he may be under scrutiny, he is still a teacher." There are some things that happen in your lives that have a profound effect. I wanted to cheer Jean Paul's father for his logic, reasoning and straight forward common sense. "My name is Mrs Maxwell. If my son feels he needs to understand then something must be done. When I was at school the one big thing I was taught was that I had the right to say no. If my son needs knowledge because his feelings are growing and maybe confused then I hope someone would tell him he has the right to say no. Men and men does nothing for me but if my son thinks that he has feelings for a boy or man then I would like to be sure that the school he is at can advise him. I am sure that the actual description of what men do is far less important than letting him know that someone is there for advice." Well I had never met these people before today but two I had grown to like already. "Some decisions must be made. Either you will have to speak with your child. Or maybe you have a suggestion. I suggest we have some coffee then you can talk with your own child. You know I will help if I can but this one thing has my hands tied." I walked to find Brian. "Pandora what did you mean?" He sat on a bench. One boy asked about man boy or man man love but the teacher would not teach. The boys said that they needed to know things as well. I shouted it was unfair. The teacher said that he was upset. I have let you down Uncle." I told Brian to follow my lead when we went to the Headmasters study but he was to be careful with what he said. "Oh sure. Just if I say its good to learn because it was great when I was fucked for the first time." I did not know what to think. I never heard Brian become so abusive before. I was sure that it was anger. When Brian asked questions he had me, at the school he was back to searching books just as he did when he lived with his mum in the flats. "Now we are refreshed lets see what we can do." I sat forwards with Brian next to me just as the other boys stood by their parents. "I would like to ask something but because of the nature of this may I request that everyone keeps what is said in this room privately to them selves?" All agreed. "Jean Peter. It is nice to meet you. May I ask what you wanted to know in the Biology class about men and men or boys and men?" It was silent. "Sir they do not teach homosexuality. It is life. Because I am as my grandmamma says, beautiful. I get called names. I have suffered what all boys say. Queer, Poof I can deal with that. One old boy said I must be gay. Does that mean I am a Homosexual?" I looked at the Headmaster. The other boys asked simple but similar questions. "Well boys that seem easy to answer," I looked at Brian. I saw the window. While I walked to it I said, "Brian can you answer the boys questions?" "Well Homosexual is a word in every day use. It means love between the same sexes. The Poof, Queer words are a derogatory way of abuse by people who should know better. Jean Peter, The word gay apart from happy is the sign that all the homosexuals in world use. There is Gay Pride, that is a Carnival only used by Gay people. They are suppose to be fun. Finally To be called Gay could be seen as a compliment. Gay means Good As You." The parents smiled while the Headmaster looked in astonishment. "Brian how do you know all this? Asked Jean Peter. "Oh that's simple. I am Gay myself." I panicked. I expected him to use me as the teacher. "I have known since I was 8 years old. I will not do anything until I am 16 years old because of the law. No one will bother me. I have a black belt." I looked at him, "Yes to hold your trousers up. Lets give you the rest. Brian is my ward, that's almost a son for another reason. He leaves school and stays with a Gay man. He stays with me. Headmaster, We have had a lesson here this morning and you cannot disagree. Can there not be an hour given either at lunch or after school then that would not interfere with the genuine school work?" The other parents agreed. They also thanked Brian for his honesty. The headmaster said that he could not set up a class before the next term. "Mr Daniels, you live 10 miles from here. Apart from Brian the other boys all stay at school. I could grant with the parents approval special leave tickets so they could come to your home for a lesson. Your responsibility would be was to either get them back in 2 hours or the next morning, being that I know how big your house is." I told the Headmaster that the parents would have the last say. I did not object. Being winter soon the Arcade I owned would close early so I could give the lesson. The boys could just get away from the school." I walked Brian back to his class. "I did not tell them about you we made a promise. So in the corridor he got the hug that he had missed before going to class. The Parents all agreed but did ask that if I found out that their son's were being bullied of abused I was to talk to the headmaster. "I do not think they are. They are to happy around you, also they are very well behaved." I think the Headmaster was grateful for saving his breakfast. His comment was, "You saved my bacon Nathan. I am sorry I had to ask you to come. Brian is fine I can see that. I remember when Mr Crason the art teacher was late one evening. I caught him with a boy. Since then we have never taught the biology lessons of homosexuality. Mr Crason, has he tried to contact you since. You were 12 at the time." I remember. I just grunted the answers he wanted. "You have done Brian a good job by bringing him up. Anyone else I expect would have been left. My request, Ask Brian not to get involved at school?" I looked at him. Perhaps if you care that much you should ask him yourself. If you want the respect I gave you then its best if you ask him." I took the other parents to an old fashioned Pub Lunch. It was so strange listening to adults describing their feeling when they found out that their sons had boyfriends. Jean Paul he had a man for a friend but his parents allowed it in moderation. We all parted great friends. They promised to keep in touch. It was strange how even with a subject as this the parents all wanted the best for their children. The mass agreement was clear. No matter who their sons grew up to be they all wanted the best. In the two hours before Red collected Brian I managed to get 2 sets of bunk beds for the room I kept all my office papers in. Red cleared all that stuff to the shed next to the Garage. I always wanted to be a shopkeeper. My mind expanded to the entertainment sector with the Arcade. Now I was going to be me. No hiding, no being worried, a teacher who had children desperate to learn what I already was. That afternoon I met Brian. The boys who were to come to my home soon also thanked me for helping them. I was laughing because of what I had done, nothing. I suggested that they dress in out of school clothing because it would be too much for them all. I said Brian would help. Red opened the car for me to get in. Brian waved goodbye to his friends just as he filled my lap. I was feeling awkward. Brian had spent a week at his mums because he thought he had let me down. I came to help him so now He was all mine once again. We spoke at great length going home. I had to tell him that if he did right or wrong I still loved him but he was the one who could not accept that, if you hurt the one you love, then it was just part of life. "I take it that you won't be staying at your mums house tonight then Brian?" Brian borrowed Red's phone. He called her and told her everything. She was pleased not to have been there. I could feel that although she was happy for her son the message that he was a Homosexual with her blessing may not have gone down to well. She made arrangements to meet us all at the weekend for a slap up meal. That brought a smile all round. Even the goodbye was happy. Over the past week I did wonder if there were any misgivings about her final choices once again. We did not go mad or anything but Brian had already started to make a list of what best the boys could wear. My only fear was that the boys caught on quickly that Brian and I were lovers. If anything was said away from the house our lives would be finished, it was a choice that I had to give Brian. Now we were one he had the right to chose how to deal with the impending situation. I dived in the pool waiting for my boy to join me. He did, together we were a formidable team, apart there was still so much to learn. I had missed that special kiss from Brian. He tried so hard to make up for all that we owed each other. Brian showed me that he could fully retract his foreskin now. He had to have been practicing. Beneath the water we touched but it was the look we gave each other that told each other just how we felt. I had missed him so much. I had missed his life. I had missed his kiss. Combine them all and it said once again that we were so in love. Comments to Shaksbeer@ureach.com Part 8 Lessons from the heart. To follow Flames ignored and extinguished.