Date: Wed, 08 Dec 1999 18:29:11 EST
From: Double A
Subject: Fabien's Puppy: Part 2

	In retrospect, Fabien thought that he should probably have been
really grateful to have the parents that he did. After all, not many folks
would have dealt very well with the news that their teenage son had been
having sex with a boy since he was six-years-old. Besides the fact that
what he was doing was very illegal, there was also the moral implications
of it.

	Still, Fabien's parents had sat quietly and nodded when they had
heard. He had seen the emotion in their eyes, though, and he knew that they
were really torn up about this. However, when he gazed into the eyes of
Tommy Kincaid, he felt no pity for his actions, nor regret. He only felt
love.

	From the time that he first met the boy, by being his french tutor
when he was only in kindergarten, he grew to adore the child's sweet
ways. He soon began doubly as his babysitter, as well. Fabien could
remember the first time he was told to bathe the boy. Tommy was only six
and Fabien was fifteen. He'd never seen an uncircumsised penis before,
especially one so small, and so was unable to resist spending a little
extra time touching it and stroking it, hoping that the small boy would
just think that he was cleaning it. He was more than a little surprised
when the tiny penis began to fill with blood and stiffen under Fabien's
ministrations, the tiny head peeking out from the tight foreskin. The look
of joy and amazement on the six-year-old's face had made Fabien smile, and
his own dick harden in response. Fabien had known that he should have
stopped right there, but something inside him made him continue. There was
still soap on his fingers, after all, and so it could have still been
passed off as cleaning.

	Fabien's joy had grown, as he saw the little boy's body begin to
stiffen, while sitting in the bath water, and small, high-pitched pants of
pleasure were emitted from his lips. For a while, it had looked like Tommy
was ready to cry, but suddenly he had let out a loud shout of surprise and
Fabien had felt the little pricklet in his hand stiffen even further and
begin jerking slightly. It made his teenage cock drool with precum, to know
that he had just given the small boy his first orgasm. He felt no regret,
nor remorse for his actions. From there, he swore the boy to secrecy and
began showing him other things. Fabien would never forget the first time
that little Tommy, only seven, had sucked him off. He had been caught by
surprise so, had actually swallowed a good portion of Fabien's sticky seed
down his little gullet. A few months after that, he began sleeping over at
Fabien's house. Tommy's parents just thought that the teenager was a good
friend to their little soon. Fabien's folks had never thought to tell them
was truly happened. After all, they were still shaken up by it, themselves.

	These thoughts occupied the mind of Fabien through all of first
period and halfway through second period.

	"Fabien Raineau, would you like to explain to me what `Lord of The
Flies' symbolizes, in the context of order versus chaos?"

	Fabien quickly looked up at his teacher, a middle-aged, balding
man, who Fabien felt picked on him, because he was jealous of Fabien's
hair.

	"I'm sorry, Mr. Silvers, I really wasn't paying attention." Fabien
replied, after several seconds.

	The teacher nodded, a slight smile on his face, "Well, at least you
were honest. Fabien, could you please see me after class for a few
moments?"

	Fabien blushed slightly, beneath his veil of blond, and replied,
"Yes, sir."

	The remainder of the class went by, like a slug dragging a boulder
behind it. Mr. Silvers may have been a smart man, but he was certainly a
boring man. At least, from Fabien's point of view. When it finally ended,
and all Fabien's classmates had left, Fabien slowly stood up, fetched his
books from his desk, and walked over to Mr. Silvers's desk..

	"You wanted to see me, sir?" Fabien inquired.

	The teacher looked up from a paper that he was grading and smiled
at Fabien, "Yes, I was just wondering if everything is okay? At home, I
mean."

	Fabien shrugged, "Everything is fine. Why do you ask?"

	Mr. Silvers shrugged and said, "Well, I've noticed a decline in the
quality of your homework and you seem to be having some trouble paying
attention in class."

	Fabien shrugged, "Really? Well, I guess I haven't been getting
enough sleep lately."

	The teacher smiled, "Well, try to come more alert to my class,
okay, Fabien? Even if you have to sleep the period before."

	Fabien laughed, "Yes, sir. I'll certainly try."

	With that, he turned around and, clutching his books against his
chest, he trudged out of the classroom and into the hallway.

	As he walked down the corridor, another student slammed into him,
causing Fabien's books to fall onto the floor. Fabien obediently knelt down
and scooped them back up, before quickly continuing on his way.  Fabien had
no friends in his school and many enemies. Most of the animosity toward him
came from simple homophobic tendancies, since Fabien had come out to his
school about being gay. However, Fabien didn't really want any friends from
his school. He found himself actually being disgusted by the appearance of
his fellow schoolmates, from their baggy jeans and extra-large T-shirts, to
the pubescent facial hair on their pimply faces.

	No, Fabien only really felt comfortable around Tommy and kids of
that age. He only felt comfortable around the smooth, unpimpled faces and
uncracked voices of the grade school crowd. He knew the terms for what
people would call him, if they knew. They'd call him a boylover, a
cradle-robber, or even a pedophile. However, Fabien didn't feel that this
was justified. He didn't spend his time hiding in the bushes in some
playground and raping small children. He didn't fantasize about having sex
with children in sick and perverted ways. Fabien just felt love for a boy
that happened to be eight-years-old. Was that so wrong?

	Besides, Fabien just didn't feel like he fit in with kids his own
age. Teenagers were the ones who made all convenience store clerks force
you to leave your school bags at the counter, before looking around the
store. Teenagers were the ones who sat outside and smoked until their lungs
turned black and their clothing stank. Teenagers were the ones who pierced
their tongues, belly-buttons, noses, nipples, lips and eyebrows, all
because it was supposedly `cool'. Teenagers were the ones who stole cars
and shoplifted, just because they wanted to be part of a gang.

	As he approached his french class, he heard someone call his
name. Turning around, he spotted a guy approaching him. He knew him from
french class as John or Jack or something, and he was pretty quiet, never
raising his hand to answer any questions. He was also kind of cute, for a
teenager. He had short, wavy black hair and brown eyes that always seemed
to have a nervous look to them. The only main things that turned Fabien
off, was the fact that, at sixteen, he was too old for Fabien's taste and,
also, he had a small pubescent mustache, which Fabien found a total
turnoff.

	"Hey, Fabien, can I talk to you for a minute?"

	Fabien was never usually talked to by any students in the school,
except when they insulted him, so he warily smiled at the approaching boy
and replied, "Yeah? What?"

	The boy smiled back and said, "Yeah...ummm...I'm Jay...from french
class?"

	Fabien nodded and replied simply, "Yeah, I know you."

	Jay's smile faded and, looking nervous, he looked around him,
before turning back to Fabien and asking, "Hey, you're french, right?"

	Fabien shrugged, "My mom is. Why?"

	Jay quickly looked around again, before responding, "Well, Umm..I
asked about my grades yesterday and...ummm....I'm not doing too hot, so I
was wondering...I mean...if you're ever free after school for a bit, or
during your lunch hour...Ummm...Could you, like, help me? I mean, with work
and stuff?"

	Fabien shrugged, "I guess. Why do you keep looking around like
that?"

	Jay blushed slightly as he said, "Well...Don't take this the wrong
way...but it's not really so good to be seen talking to you."

	Fabien smiled slightly, "Are you sure you want me to help you,
then?"

	Jay nodded quickly, "Yeah, well we could go where nobody would see
us or something."

	Fabien laughed, "Okay, well, I'll give you my phone number. You can
come after school today, if you want. Nobody will see me with you there."

	Jay nodded and smiled slightly as Fabien quickly pulled out a pen
and a chocolate wrapper and wrote his phone number on it. Jay quickly took
it from him and scooted into the class, followed, soon after, by Fabien.

	French class was rather uneventful. Fabien spaced out again,
thinking, this time, about Jay. He cast quick glances at him, as the boy
with the gunmetal-coloured hair tried desperately to pay attention to
Madame Desjardins and her anaemic attempts to make the language fun. Jay
scribbled notes, probably cataloguing everything that came out of the
heavily-lipsticked mouth of their french teacher, but still looked totally
confounded.

	He was actually looking forward to tutoring the boy, just so he
wouldn't have to stare at that pitiful look of confusion on his face.  That
look, where his Mississippi-coloured eyes scanned furtively at the paper
before him, his face all scrunched up in thought. His pinkish lips pulled
tightly in a frown as his ears heard concepts that his brain wasn't
decoding correctly.

	"Fabien, est-ce-que c'est possible de regarder Jason apres ma
classe, s'il-vous-plait?"

	Fabien quickly turned toward the teacher, realizing that he'd been
caught staring at Jay, and began to blush fiercely. He heard someone in the
class mutter, "Stupid faggot."

	Casting a quick glance back at Jay, he saw the boy's brown eyes
staring at him, a slight smile on his lips and a gentle flush to his
cheeks. Fabien couldn't help noticing the slightly sexy look of Jay's face
as it gazed at him, but he was too embarrassed to risk being caught looking
at him again, so he quickly focussed his eyes on his desk and the menial
work that had been assigned to him.

	The remainder of the class passed by slowly, but surely, and as
soon as it ended, Fabien had made up his mind to jump up and talk to Jay
again. However, he noticed that the boy had left in a large group of people
and he couldn't risk approaching them, because some of them were the ones
who seemed to make it their business to make fun of him everyday. The
teacher was looking at Fabien as if she had something to say, so Fabien
didn't make eye contact as he quickly gathered his books and scurried from
the class.

	When he arrived back in the hallway, he spotted Jay rummaging
through a locker that must have been his. Fabien was just about to walk
over and say something, when he felt a hand slap over his mouth and a
powerful arm wrap around his chest.

	Emitting muffled cries for help, he was quickly dragged down the
hallway a few feet and launched into a classroom two doors down. He only
had a few seconds to notice that it was empty, before his forehead smacked
into a desk and he crumbled onto the tiled floor. Through his curtain of
hair, some of it now pasted to his face with blood from a gash on his
forehead, he groggily looked up to survey his attacker.

	He saw him quickly going over and closing the door, turning the
lash after it shut. Fabien recognized him as Greg Starr, a total asshole
from his french class. He frequently took time out of his schedule to give
Fabien his near-daily beatings. Greg was a typical teenager, and so was
greatly hated by Fabien. It was known that he frequently shoplifted, he
smoked, and he had a crewcut.

	Putting his hands behind him, he pushed himself into a sitting
position and began to protest, "Greg, I...."

	His words were quickly cut short, as the large boy turned around
and backhanded Fabien across the face. Fabien fell back prone onto the
floor and squeezed his eyes tightly, to avoid passing out.

	"Shut up, you fucking faggot!" He heard Greg say, while standing
over him, "How dare you interrupt our class, with your stupid gaylord
crap!"

	Fabien's eyes opened slightly and, despite himself, he groaned in
response, "You weren't even listening to her. You were...."

	The wind was knocked out of him, as Greg stomped on his
stomach. "Never mind what I was doing, faggot!" Greg exclaimed, "You just
keep your fairy ass away from the people in this school! Nobody likes you,
because nobody likes a fucking faggot! After class, Jay told me that he
thinks it was totally fucking disgusting that you were gawking at him. He
said that he'd probably beat your ass, if he wasn't afraid he'd catch AIDS
or something! That's why I gotta run home after I'm done kicking the shit
out of you and take a shower! I don't want your faggot diseases!"

	Fabien would have retorted, but he had a mouthful of vomit, so he
just remained lying on the ground and hoped that Greg would just leave him
alone.

	His hopes were dashed, when he saw the large boy stomp down on his
shoulder. The sharp bolt of pain that resulted, was quickly matched by
another, as, lifting his shoe off Fabien's shoulder, Greg reached down and
grabbed a handful of Fabien's long, blond hair.

	Pulling on it, he yelled down at the prone boy, "Get up, faggot!"

	Fabien couldn't resist, and he allowed himself to be dragged to his
feet. When Fabien had steadied himself, Greg grabbed the side of Fabien's
head and slammed it hard onto the teacher's desk. This forced him to open
his mouth, and he spewed vomit and blood over the surface of the desk and
onto the floor.

	Greg laughed, "You're one sick freak, you know that?"

	Close to tears, both from pain and the emotional stress, Fabien
exclaimed, "Why are you doing this?"

	Greg smiled and replied, "Because I can, that's why! Because you're
a stupid faggot who can't fight back!"

	Fabien sniffled back his tears and whispered, "Please leave me
alone!"

	Greg laughed and replied, "Aww, is the little faggot gonna cry?
Okay, I'll let you go, if you say that you're a stupid faggot, who sticks
broomsticks up his ass."

	"No!" Fabien exclaimed.

	Grasping a handful of hair, Greg lifted Fabien's head of the desk a
few centimetres, than slammed it down right in a puddle of vomit. "Say it,
fairy!"

	Fabien sniffled again and whispered, "I'm a stupid faggot, who
sticks broomsticks up my ass."

	Squeezing tighter on the clump of hair clenched in his fist, the
beefy bully yelled, "Louder! I want you to say it loud enough that the
people in the hallway can hear you!"

	Speaking in a normal tone, Fabien repeated, "I'm a stupid faggot,
who sticks broomsticks up my ass."

	"Louder, I said!" Greg growled, turning Fabien's head, so it rolled
right through the puddle.

	Forcing his head back to the side, with the stomach acid coating
his face now burning the gash on his forehead, he yelled, tears running
down his face, "I'm a stupid faggot, who sticks broomsticks up my ass!"

	Greg nodded, "Very good, faggot. There's a problem, though."

	Not bothering to conceal his sobs any longer, Fabien cried, "What?!
I did what you wanted!"

	Greg tsk'ed and shook his head, "Well, now your hair is full of
puke. That isn't right, now is it?"

	Fabien began to cry louder, as he saw Greg reach into the top
drawer of the teacher's desk with his free hand, and pull out a large pair
of paper-cutting scissors.

	"Please don't!" He screamed, "Help, somebody!"

	Greg laughed, "There's nobody in the hallway. They're all at lunch!
Besides, you needed a haircut anyway!"

	Fabien tried hard to struggle, but Greg hand was pressing his head
hard against the desk and he could get no leverage. Seeing that he had no
hope, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and continued to sob quietly as he
felt the scissors' sharp edge make the first cut to his beautiful hair.

To be continued....