Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2003 19:41:56 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: The Calender Chapter 1 This story is of the imagination. It is made up but does contain the wishes and thoughts of someone. It's never happened yet I am sure that somewhere it could have. The tale is of a relationship between a man and a boy. This sickens many people, so if you are one then please go to Nifty for another section that you can visit. I have the copyright so there is no reproducing in any way or form. Please ask for permission. Asking never hurt. This is not an unusual story; it is probably quite common, yet in a way it's something that may not have happened in the same context. I bet its tale......... Lets tell you. The Calendar, Chapter 1 The meeting. I was in a house that was earmarked for removal due to a very big development. I was given a good price and told to move as soon as I could. I was able now to stop the work I did and become somewhat a recluse. I was a teacher who liked his job but I never seemed to get the people, boys and girls to show any interest. I therefore put everything into storage and went in search of the place to lay my hat. It was on the second day that I found the house, not to big, not to small, just perfect. It was a three-bedroom house renovated from a cottage that was a barn. Every mod con and it was almost to perfect but the price was half of what mine sold for and it was right. Just in the country and a small walk from the town and it was also elusive enough to have my privacy. 16 cases arrived all at once and my garage was full. It took a week to assemble what had been my old life into the new. Phone connected and I was complete. I went to sit down and I got my first call. "Hi David, Its Colin here. Look I know you left us in a bit of a stress situation but I have a problem. You know old Mr Gilman; he was our helper for the boys who needed the extra tuition. He has died. We are in god-awful trouble. I have boys that need help and it will take us quite some time to find a replacement, Of course there are students but there is no quality like a teacher that knows. It's an imposition but could you help? You are not far from us really and we will bring the children to you. They do need something special and I can think of no one better." "Well sir I," "Great David I knew I could rely on you. I have already given your number to the first parent; I bet they will call you very soon. The fee will come to us and we will send it to you. $35 per hour we say charge. It's a lot but most will pay. Will be in contact." I got in three words before I realised that my secluded home was not going to be so quiet after all. I made the tea because I started to feel as if my life was being controlled again but $35 an hour was twice what I got as a teacher. I hear the phone. "Hello, Is this Mr David hall?" "Yes it is. How can I help?" "I am Mrs Profit, I have 2 son's that go to Franklin school. The youngest is fine but the oldest is way behind. His name is Joseph, he prefers Joe. The school tell me that you are the man who can help him. May we come and see you?" "Yes Mrs Profit and do bring me some idea of what the problem is." I had 1 hour and like a frantic rat I was out with the hover, polish, dusters and the air freshener. Boxes in storage did give off a very musty smell but I had taken care of this before. I made a pot of tea and was going to read the paper but the doorbell intervened. "Hello there I am Mrs Profit, I believe you are expecting me?" I allowed enter a woman who would have not looked out of place on the societies pages of one of the high-class magazines. "Right shall we get down to it, my son is we believe backward." "Mrs Profit please allows me to be the judge of that." "That's all I needed to hear." With a quick movement she took out a phone and I saw her activate the digits and hear the monotonous sounds mobile phones have. "Hello sweetness. Do come in everything is arranged." This woman placed herself on a chair and asked if she could smoke, then expelled the seriousness of what smoking does but that was not until she was well into the first puff. The doorbell sounded. "Hello sir I am Joseph Profit and I am 12. May I say that I am very grateful for the time and effort that you are giving me in my time of need." Mum smiled. There he stood, dressed immaculate. His fawn hair cut to perfection, His clothing tailored to perfection. A manicured Hand rose for me to accept which I did. Not a firm grasp but clearly good enough. "David, Sorry Mr Hall, Remember that Joseph. Here are the papers you asked for and I am embarrassed to say that I am ashamed. My Husband and I thought Joseph would have gathered his thoughts and been well into his studies but alas some things just do not happen." I read the report and he did seem normal enough. The one criticism was about after school activities. Many teachers believed that Joe was one to be watched. The headmaster's comments about Joe and another boy who since had left seemed very vague and it reminded me of something being brushed under the carpet. "I think we can do something about this even getting his grades up." Joes Mother stood shook my hand and gave me a check for $1000. I looked at her. "Now my precious one you get your bag while I speak with Mr Hall." Joe walked slow but steady and seemed in no hurry to get things done. "I am very grateful David, Its come at an awkward time for us. Joe is no trouble and he knows he has to do anything you say. I think this weekend will fly by and my son and you will become either very good friends or like most of his teacher very stand offish and have lost all care" "The weekend?" "I must go. The work of a director's wife is never done. Bye precious and remember." "I know mum I have to do anything I am told." She was gone and I was left with a young boy who was standing upright and to attention. "They never told you did they sir?" I had to be honest and say no, explaining what I was asked to do. The solemn upright boy crumbled slightly and started to cry. His tear fell in his upturned hands and not one hit the ground. "Well we better make good of what we have. Joe go wash your hands then when you get back we can start." Joe was good, as his Mother had said he went in search of the bathroom and I got some towels. I arrived at the bathroom and watched him washing his face and hands after he had removed his Jacket. I never realised how sweet watching a boy wash could be. I watched him dry then he did up his shirt that was open, tightened his tie and replaced his Jacket. Until that moment I never realised just how fragile he looked alone and in a strange place. I took a hand for no other reason than comfort and led him to a spare room next to mine. It was plain and simple but Joe seemed happy. "Right Joe you unpack and then change if you want into something comfortable and I will be in the kitchen." It took about 30 minutes but Joe was done. His idea of comfort was to remove his tie and change his shorts so that they looked just as tailored as the others. "Will this do?" I smiled and that seem to please him. Joe sat on a stool and I started to ask about school. It seemed that the teacher had given him a wide berth and his learning curve had diminished. I was doing okay; well I thought I was when I made a comment about the teachers ignoring him and the incident prior to that. Joe seems to cower and shake. His few words seem to say that after getting on so well, in one day the teachers just never wanted to help. " I had a problem with English so I asked the teacher. He said that he could not help me and it would be best if I never asked." I read the report again but was not the wiser. So I reminded him that he was to do whatever I said. Joe agreed so I asked him to tell me what happened. His small face turned a sour look and I could see that tears were beginning to form. "I was in school and doing games. I helped an older boy tidy up because that's what I did. Mick wanted me to help with some ropes and I did but it was all of a sudden when he pulled my shorts down. He laughed and I stopped to pull them up but Mick said he would do it because he took them down. I trusted him, but he never did pull them up he just took my pants down and touched me. I did not know what to think so when he touched me I did not move. The headmaster and games master came in the hall and I was doing the same to him. Mick said that I grabbed him and they believed him. No one believed that a small boy would do such things to an older one. I was kept away from the other boys and my parents were told. It was mum who spoke to me saying it was all a mess, it would pass but everyone heard and I was upset. The headmaster went mad and I started to go backwards in lessons. No one helped me and I was left alone." It was upsetting and I could see that but even a hand on the shoulder did not help. I placed a cold glass of orange next to him and left. He cried for a while but I heard the water going when he washed his glass. His red puffed eyes came to me and he said sorry. I told him not to be silly and that ended there, or so I thought. Joe was very close now and I patted a leg to offer comfort. " Sir, David, can I tell you something but you must promise me never to tell anyone ever?" I agreed. " All the time he did things I liked it and when he said I did something to him I wished I had. I am all-alone and mum does care but dad is a bit strange. I do not think I am like other boys?" Joe seemed different and yet the same. He had this very heavy burden he had just spoken about, just so that he could feel better than he had in a very long time. The phone rang "Hello David, this is Clare, Clare Profit. I wanted to check if everything was alright?" "Mrs Profit everything is fine." I looked at Joe. "Clare, I have had a good talk with Joe and he told me everything even the incident that seems to have been covered up. I see no problem. Boys will be boys and Teenagers do lie a lot to shirk their responsibilities. I do think Joe should be listened to and helped but I think that's a job for his father." "No I am afraid that's out of the question David. He is like an Ostrich and hide's his head in the sand. Maybe he would talk to you?" "Sorry Clare that's not my job. Besides I am not family and that's best." "Well it looks like he has a friend David which is more than he ever had since this wretched incident. Please, if it's to do with money we can pay "Clare this is not money its to do with feelings and I am most defiantly not the one to do it." "Can I speak with my son?" I passed the phone to Joe. I never listen to conversations but I did hear fragments and Joe seemed eager but also angry at something. I was given the phone. "David Joe will discuss this with you. After it's spoken about it will never be talked about again" I asked Joe to get us both a cold drink. "David do you think Joe is one of those, you know. Homo people?" I got angry. "Clare, does it matter. He is still your son. Put this down to stupidity but never put it down to your son being a homo person. As far as I can see it matters not." "Well David that put me in my place even if he is my son. Please do all you can and I will back you all the way. I don't care who or what he is but when there is a younger brother and his father is concerned we have nowhere to turn. We may have to change schools for him." "Clare that would make him guilty when what's wrong is the teachers and I may be able to shed a light on that but its going to be hard work and you have to remember Joe may not want to talk so we will see what happens. One thing though, if it was all Joe, why did this other boy have to leave?" "Monday is a teachers training day so Joe is going to be collected on Monday afternoon, of course if that's okay with you?" I agreed I did not know what else I could say. Joe returned with some cold drinks and looked at me. "Mum sounded very upset, I remember after that first night it was nasty to be alive." "Joe never says that again. No matter what happened there is no way that someone wants to die over it. What if you did want it to happen, so you want to touch another boy, teenage even man that's who you are? No one has the right to say that's wrong. I for one don't find it abnormal just different. Lets just say here and now that we can say anything, agreed?" The smiled answered my question. Joe was different all of a sudden and he was free. "I assume Joe that the teachers all think you are going to try and touch other boys, them or even kiss them that's why they won't help?" "I do not know." "I used to work there. I taught English and Maths. I know that you could kiss me anytime." That was the moment this heterosexual man realised what he said. Wait, maybe its what a heterosexual man was thinking for a laugh, Or was it that I was like Joe and secretly wanted it to happen and in this atmosphere the true thoughts just came out. Confused? Me to. "David can you feel a knot opening in your stomach. Can you feel something that scares you? Do you want me to kiss you? Do you?" I almost fainted. I was being pressured by a 12-year-old boy to break all the rules I knew. I was supposed to look at him savoir his skin taste the breath that came from those small lips. His eyes like magnet were pulling closer and closer to him. It was almost impossible not to do it. From that distance I could feel his body warmth, the radiating sounds of a boy. I knew just how hypnotic it could be and I knew that the lips I tasted were not only mine. I held the small frame close when the kiss that was going to be short never parted. Glued for some reason Joe was holding me tight. I could feel a drip on my cheek so opened my eyes to catch a salt tear descending into mine. It was a shock to the eye but I was determined to be there because that's what he wanted. I know maybe that's what I wanted to. It felt like an hour but when we gently parted I had to say sorry. I was so angry with myself. "Do not be sorry David. That's the first time that I have wished for something and it came true." I took his hand and sat on the settee. For the next 2 hours we sat quiet in each other's arms tracing a nonsensical picture on each other. "David, May I kiss you now?" I know I never answered but whether it was Morse code, semaphore or even Braille, a signal and his lips came to mine. It was I now, which held him tight. The clock in the hall sounded and it was a loud 10 that rang. I looked at Joe and whispered that he should get ready for bed. "I love you." I saw the dishevelled form run to his room and I waited for him to return. Joe was less than 10 steps away yet I was missing him so much. The small boy wandered to me with my Dark blue bath towel wrapped around him. I managed a quick hug and was almost electrified by the touch. "I know you might think I am silly but will you wash my hair please?" Being the diplomat I of course declined saying that he was old enough to do that himself. I then suddenly turned into a large mountain of ice cream and he asked again. I do not know how many times he asked me but I eventually melted away. I took his hand and Ran the bath. He stood next to me as if I was going to run away. With the water warm and ready Joe held open the towel and got in. His back was towards me and the blue towel was in a heap on the floor. He looked as if he was doing a still breaststroke if there was such a thing but his hair washed easy and the residue ran down his back. I never realised that I was touching his skin, which was until he gave some sort of moan, groan and I was alert. My hand rested on the right buttock and Joe was looking over his shoulder at what I was doing. "That is so nice. Please do not stop and please don't leave me alone." Joe started to turn but I said I had to get some supper. In all that time we both had nothing to eat so I could not let that happen. I grabbed the soap and pushed it between his cheeks. I don't know why. A laugh a joke I may have had an ulterior motive but I just did it and left. I put some cheese pizza fingers out knowing that they were quick to cook and some chocolate milk. Yes I like that to and in ant case it was easy. While I littered the fingers on a plate I could hear singing. I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes. Love is all around me, And that's the way it goes. Joe sang away without a care in the world. Every word and sound that emanated from him sounded happy and glad. I could hear the water draining from the bath and resisted to offer help but I was needed. "David I have forgotten my pyjamas and I have no tee shirt." With a look of an unkempt boy he was now normal. I found a shirt that I never used being that it was small, cut the sleeves down and gave it to Joe. Towel dropped the shirt fitted great and even the back had a slight lift so that his bottom, all pink from hot water, was showing. 6 buttons at the front but he did 4 and a quick comb and he was back to his beautiful self. "I am not beautiful, I am just Joe, that's all." I had to remember that I must not think aloud. I sat drinking my milk and I watched this eating machine eat all his but gladly eat mine after I offered. Joe did get up and cut the fingers into pieces then try to feed me, I did the same and it was fun. When Joe took one piece I watched him clean my fingers of cheese particles and crumbs allowing his tongue to view my finger as if he had a lolly. With milk moustache and a rather large burp he thanked me and started on the washing up. I moved to the living room but checked on the spare room. I was silly to think that anything was wrong. Everything in its place every piece of clothing folded and even the clean things out for the next day. When I wandered back Joe was just standing there. It was late even for me but I set a time and thought we might chat. Joe was happy and I was fascinated by all the thoughts that had been brought to the surface. His angry feelings after the incident at school. He was sad his father did not talk to him like we were but most of all he was excited to have been given the chance to speak and not be lectured to. "David I feel so bad about things. I felt very dirty and I even scrubbed so hard that night and blood was everywhere. Mum said Exma but I never had the heart to tell her." "Joe, tell her what, go on you tell me." "David your eyes are so soft and I never knew that anyone understood but in all the places I have been it's a stranger who understands the most" I was confused. "Do you like me as much as I love you and will you be angry if I came to you and we kissed?" I am not sure what happened but I remember Joe coming to me as if it was slow motion, His fingers touched my face, his reach had one foot off the ground and it was nothing more than normal to him for the kiss to land on me. I was silly because as he was at full stretch I gave him a hug, the shirt had raised and I was holding onto flesh. "David do not be angry but I think this is where I should be. I now feel normal, but what I want is you." "Joe I am your teacher. I am allowing forces to take control and dictate what I should not be doing." "You can dictate to me any time my teacher." Now it was my turn to act stupid. I kissed him and managed to hold his shoulder under the shirt. I let my fingers drop slowly and was feeling him. A small hour glass shape but soft and gentle. That was the moment that I took my heart in hand and said, "Yes Joe I do want you like you wanted that boy. I never knew until today that my feeling like yours have been hiding for so long." I moved from him and closed and locked the doors, checked the windows and said he should go to bed. I was taking a quick shower and would not be long. That was an understatement. I was done and out in 10 minutes. I even had a quick shave hoping to save time tomorrow. I cleaned up shut all the lights off and went to my bed. On first glance nothing was different that was until I sat on the bed. I had a hand touch my back and it made me jump. "Joe what are you doing here?" "You said you have feelings and so do I, why don't we just share what we have?" I looked at him as he lay back. I wondered what I should wear being that I was a shorts person but I had this thing in my head that said, "just do it you fool." I placed my hand on his face and Joe held it tight against his cheek, His other hand was trying hard to pull me close. "I better get into bed, I do not have pyjamas either." Joe was quick to start at the buttons of the shirt he was wearing. With his arms high I lifted it away. "David, now I am just likes you." Bad judgment or not I slipped in beside him. It was an awkward moment but I had never been on my back looking at my ceiling with a 12-year-old boy before. "David? You have me wondering that what we are doing is wrong. I always thought that if two people agree to something then who is to stop them. I can here you thinking that I am to young and even you could go to prison. I have thought of nothing more. I may be 12 but even I know that all this is my fault. I have got you in this position and you may never have wanted to do this at all." Joe sat up and started to get up. I heard him open a bag and realised that he had taken some clean pants from it. My shirt was not ignored because he did put it on. I never realised just how hard this was becoming. "Joe, stupid or not please do not go." I had lost something but gained the courage to say what I felt. I reached out with one hand then my heart to say what I never thought I could. Fingers managed to touch just as eye contact was made. The bag came to the floor and Joe came to the bed. He sat on a curled leg looking at me; I was suffering blurred vision and concentration. I reached to stroke the head of hair. My finger disappeared in the fine light brown strands. Resting on one arm Joe reached forwards until the points of our nose almost touched. Just like a key opening the lock his kiss did the same. Who cared who he was, who cared how old he was. Turning almost 90 degrees his head fell back and it was I looking down at him. The gap was minute but his lips drew mine to his. The kiss, nothing like the fireworks that describe a moment of passion but it was me who lit the touch paper. "Lets try this again Joe but don't rush. Am I scared? Yes. Am I excited? Yes. I never knew someone so young could make me feel so different. I am no good at reading maps but I think I know where we are going." Joe was quiet. I could even hear the single tear running down his face when he smiled. I was no historian or even an Archaeologist but here I was, a finger like the softest brush collecting that solitary droplet and watching it run away. "Now I am here what will you do?" I slipped a hand under the shirt finding his flesh. Just stroking him while my lips spoke more words in that one single kiss. I cannot remember how but Joe manage to turn and his head was on the pillow. I did pull back the sheet to cover him but the kissing just made me not bother. "Can I take the shirt off now?" I turned on the light and started to undo the buttons for him. Joe was like a manikin and I was allowed to do what I wanted. When the shirt was opened he sat up and I took it off. Joe remained sitting because it was now his turn to hug and caress. No urgency, no pressure just the gentleness that he had shown all along. I rested on my side. Taking one finger I drew a snake like figure across his chest spending a little more time at his buds and coffee coloured rings on his chest. I watched them grow until I was able to take each just like a solid pea and rub them between my finger and thumb. Gentle sounds of enjoyment made this all worthwhile. It never went to mind that I was with Joe naked. The light showed everything I had. I was not that spectacular even my abs was absent. I mentioned the word Archaeologist. Now was the time to survey the wonders before me. Nothing but a blue piece of material covered the jewels of this most wondrous find. My right hand began its wander to uncover the hidden depths of beauty. The brief material was bulging for no reason and I was eager to find why. Taking the waistband I pulled down. It never wanted to move so I gave it some gentle persuasion and it started to move. "David, are you sure?" Joe got the answer when I kissed him and the briefs slipped down to just above his knee. Joe was a quick mover. He got up allowed the blue briefs to fall to the ground stepped out of them and re-joined me on the bed naked, in full view of my wandering eyes. It was easy to bring him against me. Even the hard boyhood was now no surprise. Joe allowed me to touch it. His body seem to shake in anticipation when the thumb and two fingers managed to retract the skin. No popping sound but when the head escaped from the jumper of skin it was a blessed relief. We both looked at the soft small globe wink its tiny eye as it was freed. Beneath were the small folds of flesh, still tight, but happily containing the small eggs ready to crack and pour forth their seed of creation any day soon. "Soap." "Joe? Soap what?" "I can smell the soap I use at home. I never thought another would share it. I have never been this far even in my mind. I always thought it possible but never dreamed that the one who I set out to seduce would touch me as you are." I can now fully understand and admire what was next to me. 4ft 11 inches tall, he was 90 lbs of boy. I did admire his Fawn Hair sculptured in the finest way by what was the greatest hairdresser of them all, well that was my opinion and I was biased. Skin not white, just a slight tan. From just under the belly button to the tops of both thighs he was white. He never did any total sunbathing. Legs quite normal and size 5 feet. Now we had the boyhood. Its was not big 3 maybe 4 inches no stretched skin, just soft and just 4 strands of hair either side of the join, but hey who was counting. Its feel was of silk and velvet and his foreskin not long by any means was happy to play peep ho with the tiny pink, almost going red, head. Like a well-oiled piston the skin moved free and swiftly. It caused friction on the mushroom part of the penis and caused sudden burst of shivers and sharp intakes of breath. I was never in a mind to have sex with a boy even a man but Joe was re-writing those thoughts. He arrived a posh boy from the city and now he was still the boy but from a different part of the track. His hand was cold when it touched me. I jumped. Joe decided I was Mount Everest and began to climb then mount the task to reach the top. His naked form on top of me was so small yet with every stroke I gave he told me where every individual hair I had touched him. This was a perfect moment to give me a kiss on his terms. Lips slightly parted I could feel the warmth of his breath just like the warm wind that touches you at the beach. I wanted to squeeze him, engulf him, and eat him. It was the tiny tip of his tongue that made this worthwhile. Joe seemed to have a torpedo that fired between my teeth. I had to laugh which caused him to stare. I thought; when his tongue went between my teeth, thank goodness they were not in a glass by the bed. I know not funny. I took the boy in my arms and we kissed every way we knew. French, Eskimo, Butterfly and even En Glacis, ever been kissed like an Ice cream?? It was so nice I expect that's because it was new. Joe and I kissed with passion. We kissed like lovers should. We kissed as if no other people in the world existed. We kissed because we were in love. "David, I don't know if it works this way but when you fuck me do go slow, I am not scared I just want it to be right." Not if but when I fuck him. Joe is taking this seriously. "Joe why would I do anything to hurt you? I can hold you, feel you, kiss you but would never hurt you. I would rather we sleep than do anything else. I love you so much don't tell me I can hurt you." "David you said you love me?" "I suppose I did." I said I would never hurt Joe and in my heart knew that. I looked at him and just like quicksand we melted into each other's arms kissing at the climax. I took a hand then allowed it to run down his body. He was still hard but so was I. Joe had me in his smaller hand but was milking me like a cow, the juice lubricating me was expressing itself with ease. Together we became one, our bodies causing a suction when we joined. It was a wondrous feeling to find the sensations of a young boy as eager as those of mine. "I need you David. I want you to know that this is real. You may not understand but then I may be the same. Just let our feelings control these very special moments. Make love to me?" This was just too much. I wanted to but held back and now Joe was asking, no, begging me to do it. I held him tight. I was able to kiss his chest and button that was still a cross between an out and an in. Just when I got past that point I knew his head was raised off the pillow. In my path his ripe erection half up, half against him was close to my lips. It was an easy moment when as if a large than normal piece of spaghetti I sucked it in. My fingers slipped down the skin and I ran my tongue around the head back and forth. The tiny hole in the end was teased and a single clear tear came forth. His legs became the words a dentist would use, wider, wider, wider. The crack in the skin that was the bottom of the bottom was in view. I was busy licking and sucking so 1 single finger covered in my saliva moved in to break through. It was so easy. Joe felt pleasure in what I did so when a finger invaded the small pink and brown hole he jumped. My finger never pushed that far yet Joe seemed to have an internal suction that was pulling on it at speed. I never realised that I was i! n so deep until I was punching his skin and rectum. I tried to use another finger just to lever it out but that disappeared as well. Inside Joe he was covering my fingers in a solution that made my finger slip and slide. I was sucking hard now, fingers inside tight, Joe was breathing so deep but he still had the breath for "David be the first I want you." "Joe, listen to me. I am trying to love you. You want me to be more than I can. I wont hurt you and please don't ask me to do it." Whatever I had been doing stopped and it was Joe who started on me. Although crude Joe was trying so hard to copy me, he even went on to suck me. His lips so soft vibrated on my penis and the sensations were so strong. I could feel movement just as my hand started to slowly rub him. All the time he rubbed the suction increased. I could fell the wetness running down my shaft because of his amateurish way he sucked. Effective? Yes, messy? yes. I was just in a languid state. I was enjoying the sensations. I was holding Joe's excitement and both of us were shaking in hope. Joe made the sudden move. From sucking he got up and sat on me. His legs either side. I should have guessed but I never thought that this would ever go that far. Squatting he took me and slipped it between his cheeks. I seem to have lost my voice. I saw Joe sit down slowly and I could feel the pressure on my erection. The hole my fingers happily slipped into was opening to accommodate something bigger. When the head slipped in I saw his pain. I wanted him to stop. "David I have taken the choice out of your hands." I saw young Joe slowly slip down with me inside. "Keep still for a moment please." "Joe, get up. Take it out. I can see it is hurting you." Joe started to move up and down. His hair fell over his face sticking to the sweat that was present. Up and down gently at first but longer as time went on. He was going harder and faster. I knew what would happen. I never wanted him to stop but I was feeling strange. "David, please let go. It's me that wants you. Do it, do it." Joe was so eager and now looked to be in avid pleasure. I thrusting up met the bouncing by Joe. "Now Joe." It was like a fireman's hose. It splashed into him gush after gush, Joe gave out strange sounds until he shouted. "My Turn." I could feel Joe grasping me with a grip like a vice that squeezed me inside his small body. Then it happened. I saw him shake, stretch, moan and a single droplet tried to escape from his penis. This single item was the most precious thing that I had ever seen. Joe saw it smiled and I took it. Not a burglar I just took what was given. The taste was of nothing really but there was a residue of salt and sweetness that mingled together. Joe fell forwards on me and I slipped from him soft but spent. I slipped him on the bed and covered us up. The sheet did barely cover us but our bodies had enough warmth to keep us comfortable. "David I think we have to get married now." I held Joe listening to the small sounds that his hole made doing its best to hold what I produced inside. I was not heartless. I did check. Young Joe was a bit red but no tares, no bruises and no harm done. "Joe, how do you feel now?" "I am whole. I am happy. I am no longer a boy. I am yours" Joe slept as I did, very well. In the morning we never really spoke except to say that we loved each other. I ran a bath and Joe sat between my legs and we soaked in the warm water. Oh we did do some schoolwork; to be honest we did it all. I see Joe every weekend. He comes on Friday and so do I. I have a picture of Joe close by. In the top right hand corner is a single hair. It fell out on the first night. Joe is a great boy. He comes in and we have a kiss, hug then do the work because if he stays then we have our playtime later. Joe said that there are a number of boys who need help with lessons. He mentioned Chris, but that's another story. The Calendar. Chapter 1 The meeting Comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com. Do you think that David and Joe need more friends or do you think that David and Joe can have better fun on their own? Do tell. Flames will be ignored and extinguished but comments will be welcome. Its can go whichever way you like do tell. Part2 Learning to love. Will follow Suggestions???