Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 17:49:34 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Ask And You Will Be Answered

This is a one off story from the imagination. Fiction allows the mind to
bring out dreams that may never happen. Situations arise that let full
stories come forth for not only yourself but also others to enjoy. The
realisations of your hidden feelings or backgrounds could surface. This
story, being one of an illegal nature ask many questions.

When a boy finds solace with a man unknown to the child it is not new but
to be confronted by reality even through fiction it is hard to take in. I
have always wondered if love between a boy and a man can exist. This story
may have an answer in many ways but I think that you will have to decide if
the actual tale could be see to happen or if it is a figment of a wishful
mind.

I have the copyright to this and all my other stories. Please respect this
by asking permission to duplicate or use it for any other purpose. I do not
agree that sex between men and children is right. Like most I have heard
tales of beauty and lust so actions further than that is not for me to say.

This Tale may be illegal in your country so do please check what your
countries regulations are before reading this. If this story is not what
you have been looking for then please go back to the Nifty Archives to find
something that is more for you.

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		       Ask and you will be answered


I was a very lucky man. Not that my parents died while I was young. My
Grandparents took charge of my upbringing. Until I was 13 I did not know
that I was one per cent of the population who was classed as "well off."

Telling you about my wealth is not what this story is all about. It started
with a moped. I can ascertain that many questions will be asked, so just
that you will all become clear I start from here. I was allowed to get a
moped when Grandfather was ill. Grandmother drove me to school then back. I
had so much work to do through my choice not anyone else. So the moped was
agreed upon and that left Grandmother to care for Gramps while I had the
more important part in my life to complete and that was, my education.

Everyday I would right in my book what lessons I had then made a note to
take time to talk with the chaplain. I wanted this because my parents died
in a plane crash. Sounds silly, well I was not with them. There was a
memorial followed by my return to school. My one happiness apart from
having relatives to take me in was the chaplain who would talk to me every
day. I never spoke of bereavement because I was brought up quite strictly;
I had to get on in life.

For quite some time I would be happy driving on the moped everyday for
lessons then ride for a 15-minute chat with the chaplain. Things began to
feel strong again within me. I was even strong enough for my Grandmother
when Gramps died. She believed that I was strong enough to cope with
life. The wishes of everyone came about when I was 18. Grandmother sold her
house to go and stay with her sister abroad. That was the best thing she
ever did. She stopped worrying if I was going to be all right when I found
a flat near to the school and university that I hoped to go to. I was
invited to the family legal offices to learn that I had quite a
considerably trust fund. Combine that with the bequest of Grandfather now
deceased was far more than any young man who was about to start on his
life.

The one thing I did that upset Grandmother before she left was to exchange
the moped for a small car. She called them death traps. She had a chauffeur
for a long time. She tried to get me to do the same. I had to smile at the
thought of being taken to school then University by chauffeur and the
ridicule I would suffer from all those jealous of what I had. I was going
to be like one of the others. My only difference was that I had a flat. It
was all my own. Empty then filled in my own style with stylish things but
not too much so that I would fail to concentrate on the job ahead.

I remember passing my driving test first time then Grandmother allowed me
to drive her to the airport for the final time. It was a very emotional
experience. We both did our fair share of crying. We made promises to
regularly visit each other and at any time we were needed. I remember that
drive back to my flat. Every line, bump, curve and light that I went over
or passed I counted.

The promise lasted a month. I got a letter from her sister saying
Grandmother had died. All the people she knew believed that it was a broken
heart that never repaired had caused the fatal attack. "In her final
moments she said that she would have loved to have spoken to you but it was
Ernest, your Grandfather a long time ago told her that you were making a
life for yourself so they had no right to stop the path that you were
walking upon."

I went to her funeral but she had gone. I watched her buried and expected
to hear her voice. That day was the first I was really alone. The chaplain
called every day to help but I was clear that no matter what I did it was
now the time to let go.

After school one evening I received a letter from the chaplain asking for
my help. I felt obliged so went to see him. He had been getting a group
together. The majority were boys from the school. They were shy but felt
happy to talk out of school. "Some things asked are, well, beyond my
expectations. A number of the boys were beginning to ask things about
girls. Its difficult when I can deal with their spiritual needs to deal
with the other things they ask. Are you in a position to help them? I
believe that as a boy, sorry, young man who has gone through the life that
they have reached, you would be a perfect friend to help answer questions
like that. You never asked me because your Grandfather was always there for
you. Perhaps this may be a way to return what he gave to you."

The chaplain had been good to me so I said that I would do what I could.

The meetings were held after school on Wednesday then Friday. I was
finished my exams so I looked in on the first afternoon when school had
finished. The chaplain introduced me to 10 boys. They were age between 11
years and 13 years old. He explained to the boys that I would do my best to
answer any questions they had. I had a list of names but it was quite some
time before any one boy asked a question. I sat with a newspaper; just like
any schoolboy would wonder what to do when asked anything the oldest boy
came to me then right out said he had problems buying condoms. "They will
not let me have them from the chemist. They tell me to ask my dad to get
them." I got the truth that he had no dad but was very responsible. He had
not decided to do anything but wanted to be prepared." It was just like the
old boys I knew who made a list of who was getting lucky during the week. I
chatted with the boy and by Friday he had two condoms just to be safe.

The boys all openly asked questions with each other listening. No longer
were the chaplain classes the most awkward to get to. I had regular boys
who asked questions just like the alphabet. After two months, nine boys had
asked something. The questions started to be asked and answered by the boys
themselves so I was just like an extra in the corner who put things right
when silly mistakes were made. One Friday I went to drive home and found an
envelope under the washer on the front windscreen.

"Sir, do you do private lessons? I want to say something but it is hard
when the others are talking."

In all the time they had forgotten my name so sir made me sound like some
sort of master.

"If you do will you leave a message in locker 231 and I will collect it." I
checked but locker 231 was not in use. I left a note.

"I have your letter. No, private lessons do not exist but if you wish to
see me I can arrange it for a weekend. You could come to my home. I have a
flat so it is private."

I left the letter. I checked at the end of the day. It had gone. I asked
the boys to write their name and address for my records. I told them that I
would keep them private. Not one name and address matched the writing on
the letter sent to me. I found another letter.

"Sir, thank you for answering. Could we meet just after lunch on Saturday?
I will need some time but it you give me that date it will be fine. Do not
forget your address. J."

Here I was suppose to be studying English writing a letter with a date two
weeks in the future agreeing to meet a total stranger for some reason that
only he knew. I was spotted but got out of it saying that my girlfriend was
going to see me but I had to see people about family business. I was the
talk of the class. My name went to the top of the chart for having an away
day every weekend. I left the note. Locker 231.

Under the windscreen, "Sir got your letter. Thank you that will be fine. I
have told my parents that I am going to play football that afternoon. My
name is? You can call me Joe."

For 10 days I found all the books I could about sex. How a girl is made,
what you can do to them, I even found a book all about lovemaking just in
case this was an older boy who was just so backwards that he knew nothing
at all. I relaxed the flat with soft lights and curtains then the last
Friday I tested all the boys who had the meeting with me just to make sure
that I had answered all the questions that they asked.

The Saturday morning I did all my work taking it easy so I was ready for
the visitor. I made a soft lunch then relaxed with a coffee waiting for the
time to come.

It was 1pm when the buzzer sounded. I said "Hello." There was silence. "Um
this is Joe, sir."

I invited him up. It was a boy but clearly scared and shy. I opened my door
and a small face peered around the corner. Clearly he had told the story
about football because he was in a tracksuit carrying his football boots
over his shoulders. He was not a regular member of the Wednesday or Friday
club but I had seen him.

"Come in, Joe. You can put your boots on the stand by the door."

He did everything I asked.

"Thank you for this. My name is Joseph Patrick and I am almost 12."

I led him to the softest seat then went to get a drink. I passed it to him
then told him that I had books about everything.

"You have? This was a good idea but I am very shy."

I sat back and told him to start at the beginning.

"Well like some of the boys I have fallen in love. I have not told the
other person yet because I am shy. I hear them all say how easy it is once
you have said it but the hardest for me is telling them."

"Joe, I bet when you are alone you look in a mirror and imagine that who
you see is the one you love and that makes it easy?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Well a lot of boys do the same."

"I guess but it's so much harder to tell the person face to face."

"Would it help if you told me?"

"No, sir, it would be a lot harder."

"It cannot be that difficult. What will she do to you?"

"Sir, she wont do anything."

"Well then it's easy."

"Sir, please, this is difficult. She won't do anything because it's not a
her whom I love."

Yes I was confused all for 10 seconds.

"Sir, it's not a girl.  It's you!"

I had been reading during the week all about the discovery of a caveman in
a frozen glacier. We were shown pictures. His face had a look of sheer
fright. I remember that. The guess was that he was being chased just at the
time of the giant meteor that changed the earth for millions of years. I
remember his looks. Joe stood up.

"Sorry this was a bad thing to happen."

The boys face was white just like the caveman.

"Joe, are you going to leave without finishing your drink?"

"I better. I can see you are angry with me. Please can this stay between
you and I? The others will make it impossible for me to remain at the
school if they knew."

I took him back to the chair explaining that it was a bit of a shock but he
clearly wanted to see me. I had agreed, so while he was here we could talk.

He never sat down. Holding my hand he stood in front of me. His voice was
quiet while he explained how after the first day he saw me at that group
his heart and mind begged that he never got round to asking the questions
he wanted. His face bent down while he let flow all the feelings that never
matched what the others had. He heard that it was wrong to love another of
the same sex but especially a man. The man would be accused of taking the
trust he had for a boy to far then he would be sent to prison. Joe had from
that day worried what they would do to him.

"Well, Joe, now you are here and you have told me your secret what can I do
to help?"

His face looked up and for the first time I saw a smile.

"I want to know why I feel like this and how did it make you feel?"

I told Joe that he had nothing wrong. I was shocked over a boy falling in
love with me. "I can deal with that but can you, Joe?"

"All the boys tell us what they want to do with the girl that they love,
even the one you got condoms for. Its hard to be able to say what I think
would be right when so many things say its wrong. There is an action
between a boy and a girl but what do boys do with each other I have tried
to find a book but nothing says a word."

"Joe, just do the same. If both boys want it then it's okay. You have to be
sure but I am glad you told me."

I relaxed but it was the kiss that surprised me. My arms were apart and
relaxed along the back of where I was sitting. His kiss was very amateurish
but I clung to the back while he did his best to show me the meaning in his
heart. His chin was grinding against me. I was witness to the tears that
fell. It reminded me of a tap with a broken washer that needed to be
replaced. He had a tissue to wipe away both the tears and whatever that
fell from his nose. I hoped that I had done the right think.

The rear of where I sat was good for a few years but I was holding it
tight. It was possible that I would tear or wear it down due to the
unexpected actions of Joe. When I was young I had a plastic bow that shot
wooden arrows with rubber suckers on the end. Joes kiss was like the sucker
holding tight. He never wanted the power to move. He was saying some words
but it was the kiss immediately following them that made them inaudible to
my poor mind.

There was a single moment when Joe had me confused.

"Sir, can you see just how I feel?"

He moved back, our eyes came into contact. "Do you see that this was the
right thing to do?"

His small hands held my face, eyes looking into mine. "I just want you to
understand how I feel. Nothing can describe this moment?"

"I will not beg but showing you this can prove what I feel inside me. My
feelings have exploded. I ask that this secret will remain ours forever.
Sorry but I know you will keep this secret for ever."

My arms had not moved yet. I could want to grasp him knowing that I had to
show him that what he had done was not wrong but right for the situation we
were in. "If you want me to take this further then take me in your arms so
I understand. Do you understand or have I got this all wrong?"

Joe stood back from me, his face twisted looking for some sort of
acknowledgement. The thought that I was going to become what this boy
wanted was hard for me to comprehend. I know that my feelings had to be
clear. The soft touch was special yet was this the actual action that I
expected from an 11-year-old boy. He was clear with his feelings, he had
told then showed me his love yet was I the one to help him.

"If I asked you to be the one who takes my life could you let it happen?"

I watched the boy sit against my legs looking at me. His eyes were asking
for either a yes or no. Joe began to explain just how his feelings had
changed since walking through the door. My arms slowly came to my lap, we
both held each others finding one finger after another to show something
even if that did not show affection. Joe asked to use my phone being that
it was getting late. I agreed. I listened while he told a blatant lie about
being asked to stay at friends till Sunday. The teacher was one of the
parents so he was trustworthy. There was a spare room so if mum said yes he
wanted to know what time he had to be home.

She agreed, Lunchtime but she wanted to speak to me. Here I was with a
child who less than 2 hours ago had expressed his love for me, telling the
same lies just so the boy could find out once and for all if his love was
real.

(Much later I asked if it was I who wanted to know the same thing, as Joe
yet did not have the heart to tell him.)

Once the phone was down the questions were asked that I could not answer.

"Sir, why let me stay if you know that the feelings you have for me are
just friendship?  Are you as scared as I am?"

"Joe, I have to ask this? Why me? Why do you think that you are in love
with me?"

I thought that was a simple question. I saw the tears from the leaking tap
start to fall. His head was against me. I was sitting in such a way that he
could not close his hands around me. He was curled up, resting upon my
chest. I can tell some of you will shout "About time." When I hugged
him. The sensations inside me told me that he needed it. Being at school
when someone was upset I ventured the caress because it was something
always given to me when I needed it. I had this wet face turn to look at
me. I will never forget that look, knowing that this child was scared at
his feelings. We could not together get this right just yet but his tears
hit his lips while he whispered that he loved me.

I wanted to reciprocate but I found it hard to tell a complete stranger
that I was in love with him because he was a child, also he was a boy.

I took some tissues wiping the beads of sweat and tears from his face. It
seemed natural to open the zip of his jacket so that he might cool down.
One large tear dropped on my hand and I could feel the heat deflecting off
him. Do not ask me why but the best place for that tear was on my lips.
What part of my brain told me that I would never know?

"Sir, you might not understand me but if you would like to try some things
with me, just to find out if you could love me, well, you have my
permission. You no need to just do it I give you permission."

Now it was my turn to cry. I was upset. I got ready to tell Joe off. I got
extra tissues and let go. I was shouting but nothing came out. All I heard
was I telling Joe never to ask me something like that again.

"Sir, I am sorry but I can feel that you just want it to happen. There is
no other reason."

After all that had happened that afternoon I saw it for the first time. Joe
smiled. I traced his lips with my finger. It was easy to feel the lips
elongated.  I closed mine to his gently slipping open his top and bottom so
that I was able to come into contact with his. Our softness touched. Quite
naturally they parted so that when we touched we could feel the small warm
breath against each other. It was like nothing else. The flesh inside
touched sending a feeling like no other between us. Upon contact our eyes
opened so that the iris within our eyes saw deep inside us. Our arms were
able to close around each other without restrictions. We finally shared
what each other held hidden that sent the message to our brains "We have
found the truth."

I could feel the body against me shake while the tenderness was shared
between us.

"Sir, I was right. Please do not hold back. I want so much to be with you.
Shall I do what you want or do you now at last have the feeling that I
have? If it were any one else then I would be at home. I am still hot so
its better if you help me. I will stand back so that you can have a free
hand. Do you think I am here because I am stupid? Sir I love you so much
and I want you to take this boy but only if its true. I mean I now know
that you love me like I love you. Lets not be silly now Please do what you
feel."

I did not have a clue after the kiss. His smooth hair was worth stroking. I
remember being taught how to draw maps at school. Joes features were
classic. A single finger found every part. Here I was feeling so very
guilty at enjoying the company of a young boy. I was telling myself that if
he were a girl then it would be so easy to feel what I had begun. But my
hand was caressing a boy who was happy at the feelings I gave him.

"Joe, I have to be honest and ask you what it is that you want from me. You
know when I kissed you that was nice. I am beginning to think that there is
more than I can get my head round. How about you help me. Its silly to have
all these feeling and not understand what I should do with them. If you
know Joe, do not forget that it was your kiss that started all this off."

I was sitting on the chair when Joe came and sat in-between my legs.
Clearly hot and bothered. For no other reason than to cool him off I opened
up his jacket completely His arms were raised in the air so that its
removal was easy. I wrapped my arms around him then sat there wondering
what the thought of life and science were. I felt his hands pull mine apart
then after several moves they were replaced together on his chest covered
by the vest that was under his jacket. The contact I had was the first
apart from his face that happened earlier. Joe was warm, soft, elasticised
and had far more feeling than I ever imagined.

"Sir, do you love me now?"

It was hard to tell Joe that love had many levels. I tried to speak while
the perfume from his hair, shampoo, was strong enough to confuse the
senses. I know that the hands I had around him was being tempted to move. I
know he was trying to get more comfortable when he reached for the shoes he
was wearing. He took them off then remained forwards. I was sure that he
was requesting that I stroke his back so like the wish I did finding every
disc then bone with my finger tips. When I moved up his arms stretched out
so that the vest slipped to his head. One further move and it fell to the
floor allowing me full contact with his sides. I did not mean to tickle but
I did causing him to react in ecstatic fits of laughter. Joe calmed down
then turned to face me. He found some of the buttons on my shirt open so
enjoyed opening the rest. Maybe it was the atmosphere but it was beginning
to feel nice to have him with me.  I had the thought of when he would next
ask again if I was in love with him.

"Joe, this might sound silly but will you get rid of those trousers? They
seem strange for you to be sitting with me and still have them on."

"Sir, are you asking me to take them off for you?"

"Oh, Joe, why is it so important for the things to be done like that? Why
is it that I have to want this?"

"Sir, that would mean that at last you would want me to do something for
you. It's unusual to ask someone to remove his or her trousers. If you
asked me then it could only be for one reason."

I looked at Joe while his face looked at the floor. "So it will be hard to
ask, is that what you are saying?"

It was my turn to smile then I kissed Joe. As soon as his arms went around
me I took the trousers pulling them down. "Any objections, Joe?"

It did not seem strange that he stood there with his trousers round his
ankles. Football shorts remaining. I lifted each leg from the trousers
while he watched every move. That was the moment that I had a different
feeling for Joe. I wondered what he was hoping for yet his affection was
stronger than ever before.

"You do want me. You do love me. I feel so happy that I am not alone. I
have dreamed for this day for a long time. No one will ever know that we
are in love."

"Joe, I never thought that a boy would take me in his life then tell me he
is in love. It's taken me all my life to understand love yet I know you,
Joe, and I feel just the same."

Like a kitten drinking milk I licked Joe all over. His lips were getting
more and more excited with every touch. I was hoping that he would tell me
more of his feelings while I gave him the tender treatment he so wanted.

"I hope that you wont feel strange when I say this, but would you like me
to remove my shorts. It might be a lot to ask, I am sure that sooner or
later it will happen. I have never done it for anyone before yet my heart
tells me that its right to ask you."

It was strange to see him standing while I sat so I got on my knees.

"Joe, would it be all right with you if I took the shorts off. It is
getting dark so I will not turn the light on then you will not feel shy or
embarrassed."

His smile gave me the answer. I was careful when I pulled them down. I do
not know what it was but something inside me felt different when Joe stood
with me, arms around my shoulders wearing no more than the tinniest pair of
briefs that I had seen. There was enough light to make out they were light
blue. He was so handsome in them. His physic was that of an hourglass. The
briefs clearly showed a bulge in the front that both he and I looked at.
After each other we smile then laughed like any young schoolgirl.

Joe spotted my record played. He found a record then put it on. The music
was soft and pleasant. He wanted to dance. There was a tall guy trying to
swing with a child. It did not take long before Joe was in my arms. We were
together. I had never felt this way before. Our separate lives became one.
Together the room disappeared till the light that was left peering through
the window was just like the moon on the veranda on the night of love
sending our hearts into another world. It was so special that I was begging
for the music to never stop. The deep sounds combined with our kisses to
say with out words that we were really in love.

I needed no asking. No drawing, I took the boy in my heart to my bedroom.
As the music ended I lowered Joe to the bed.

"Joe? Are you sure that this is what you want?"

"Sir, I have been waiting for this all my life. Come to bed with me."

Joe watched while I slowly took off my clothes. Any other time I would have
throw them anywhere but because I was being watched I took my time. I
looked at him when I got to my shorts.  So far that day everything had been
Joe. Now it was my turn. The shorts were left on the floor when I joined
him. Joe was remembering all we had done. When I sat up he allowed me to
slip his briefs down then off.

Our naked bodies were together for the first time. Hands exploring each
other, every place accept one that is. It seem we both were saving that for
when we both were deemed to need it. Below Joes button his skin was what I
thought the softest I had ever touched. It was accidental but my small
finger touched the tip of him. I could not resist. I took hold finding his
skin slid up and down. On the down stroke, I was, I thought I was going
mad. His little head was in clear view. I kissed his lips then kissed his
head. The smaller head that was uncovered now got the same treatment that
his lips got. He was startled.

I started to think about all the boys who had asked me questions on
girls. I had never said something like this would happen. None of them had
ever made me feel like Joe did.

"Sir, that was so nice. Have you got a name? It seems that now we are at
this stage it would be better to use your name rather than sir all the
time?"

"Joe, my name is Charlie."

"Charlie, hello. I would not have though I would be in love with a Charlie"

Side by side we were together. The sheet covered us so that any cool air
around did not come into contact with us. I could feel him against me when
my arm was around him. Joe reached to hold me. He was small so could not
hold me fully in his small hand. I took hold of him. For quite some time
our kisses matched the touch. I was pushed back so Joe could take me in one
hand then kissed my penis. It was big enough so I was surprised when his
lips parted and slipped over its head. I held him tight making sure that he
did not remove it. I did not need to hold him. He had every intension to
keep it in. He was more adventurous.

It was my turn to be different. I twisted him around so that I could kiss
him while stroking his miniature erection. I did come across some small
growth of hair that I never noticed. I pulled him tight against me but got
a strange feeling when the cheeks of his bum opened allowing me to come
into contact with the hole that I had only knew was used for one thing. I
was wet so the moisture made the hole stretch. I could not help but push. I
could feel it getting bigger every time I moved forwards. Without warning
it entered him. Joe sounded in pain. I tried to pull back but I was stuck.
It just went deeper and deeper till I was in all the way.

"Charlie, what's happening?"

It was now my turn to tell Joe that I had gone just that bit to far. My
feelings for him had gone much further than I could believe. He smiled as I
spoke. So my secret heart never took what had happened to deeply, whom was
I kidding.

I watched the young boy stretch, and then almost climb on to me while I
spoke. His eyes started to close.

It was great to tell my self that I was in love. I never turned around to
make sure no one listened. My hand had my love, stroking every piece of
flesh I could see. Joe, I could see was showing all the signs that meant he
was hungrily for affection and love, ate the touch like a child that
suffered malnutrition. Not food but the love that all children need however
not normally requested by a boy from a man.

I told him all I knew. It was getting easier to pull out but Joe told me to
leave it alone. I was so scared that I would cause damage that I took it
out. Joe fell on his back thinking he had hurt me. I told him I was fine. I
used a finger to give him the same feeling but not so big. His expression
told me that he was enjoying it. I kissed him moving between his lips and
penis.

I had what they call an awakening dream. I was remembering just like a
dream but I was fully awake. I can remember that I would be happy at
lessons. I would love reading. Everything that a school had to offer was
just perfect for me. That was until I remember the new boy who had just got
to the school. How do I know he was new? He would stick out like a sore
thumb. His uniform was all wrong. First lesson was games then he had to
dress but without the eyes of his mother he would dress like another boy,
different from the one who the headmaster had welcomed less than an hour
ago. I remember that I would point out the incorrect way they dressed. For
more years than I like to remember I had several boys in the library
cupboard redressing. It was no problem yet maybe now Joe had seen the
secret that even I had not recognised.

I did not hate doing what I had so far with Joe. It was nice that he held
me while I did things that I had never thought of before, or had I. When
Joe could get no closer, I took a finger to the edge of his ear. I had a
feeling that I was a missionary taking a step into the unknown just to say
that what I believed was right. I guess I was very confused. Joe wanted
what I had just realised I wanted to give. I know that our love has all
different names but we both said yes.

My hand was settled between his ever-opening legs. With softness the
movement I made got him to gradually arch his back in pleasure. It was the
time to take Joe to the top of the mountain. I used fingers at first but
found a thumb was needed. His eyes were glowing while he smiled. I wanted
this to be so special. A soft kiss added to the moment. Sounds that I had
never heard echoed between our lips sounding like we were shouting between
two mountains.

"Charlie, I have this strange feeling. You are going to make me laugh. No I
am going to blow up. I want your love. Will it always be like this?"

Joe shuddered then bounced like a body after an electric shock. I was
kissing him hard when it happened. The boy did well. He came with the
strength of 10 men. It hit my face then sprayed all over us. Joe watched
the biggest part run down my face then fall on his chest. My smile of
success took away his fear that what he did was wrong. I am sure he could
have dictated an encyclopaedia describing the different sensations he had
when he came. It was his first. It was the one that he will always
remember. The one that makes his brain demand a re-enactment. The one that
said "I am in love."

Joe watched me while I got a warm cloth and towel to clean us both up. I
must have been hoping because I left it close just in case.

It was me that told him he was special. We both saw a single drip still
sitting on his penis. He was going to touch it but I let it slip between my
lips. When I was small my grandfather showed me how to taste the nectar
called honey suckle. That one-drop was almost the same. Sweet like its
owner, tender like its owner, I had inside me my boy's own special seed
that spread love throughout my whole body.

Joe had hold of me. He did not know what to do. His touch was hard yet I
understood he was trying. It took a while before he got the pace right; the
shivers were going right through me.

"Joe, kiss me."

It was at the moment he did that I erupted covering both of us. He did not
mind that it was in his hair; face, back and the slower parts drop over his
hand. The message had been sent between us. I wondered what he was thinking
but he took a drip on a finger tasting it just like I had. He did the
honours this time. He wiped us down then dried us till we were all dry.

"Charlie, would that have gone in me if you had left it in my bum?"

I was honest by saying yes, then even added, "I wish it had".

Joe was sitting on me with the biggest smile I had ever seen. "Charlie
maybe you could try that another time."

Well that was that. For the rest of the night we held each other so tight
so when we woke we suffered cramp. Joe was beautiful in the light. I ran a
bath as I always did. I took him on my back into the bathroom. I got in the
warmth and my boy followed.

The water was good enough to soap us both.

"Charlie, does this all mean that you love Joe?"

I sat him on me covering him in bubbles. The only part not covered was his
nose.

"Joe, I only love the parts not covered in soap."

Joe quickly got rid of the bubbles. "Come hear my Charlie, Your Joe is
waiting for you." Taking me he quickly got it hard then sat on me so that I
was right in him. We both came in the bath. Me inside him, Joe on the
outside of me. Of course love was not that simple yet it was to us. We
dressed but like glue, we stuck to each other. Joe called his mum to
collect him and we were hugging when the bell rang.

"Mum."

Joe ran into her arms.

"It looks like you have found the answer son."

When Joe came back to me he asked if he could come again. His mother said,
"Do not look at me Sir. What's started here, stays here? My son told me his
feeling some time back. He had to find this out for himself. My job was
always to bring my son up to the best of my abilities. He fell in love. I
guess that so have you. I have never hurt him for who he is and I hope you
wont. Joe needed to do this for himself to be sure that it was not just
something boys go through. He called me last night you remember but did not
say what I heard. You heard, Mum can I stay at my friends tonight? He said
to me, Mum can I stay at my boyfriend's house tonight? You do not think I
am a bad person to allow my son to be with a man when that's been his one
true wish. The man of course was you."

I did not know what to say. I stood in the shadow of the door while Joe and
his mum went to her car. Suddenly Joe came running back. "Charlie, I am
going to leave my bag so that when I come again I have extra things as well
as a school uniform. I take it okay to come for the weekend?" I got a kiss
when the car horn sounded. His mum smiled when he got in and that's been
when our love began. A boy and a man, hardly the most common couple but we
were the most faithful couple you could know.

Many things happened, but what remained constant was the love we both were
not sure the other would accept could happen did. At school we were always
running into each other but no one ever knew the real us. Joe was like any
other boy, which was until he was alone with me. Together we taught and
learned the importance of love between a man and boy. Once every day we did
tell each other that we loved each other. No books were needed; we did this
all in our own way.

"Joe, do you love Charlie?

"As much as I love my man."


				  The End


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