Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 18:57:29 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: looking for answers chapter 2 This story is fiction. It has come from my imagination. Any name's or places are coincidental. To make sure I picked names from a book and added the entire private characteristic's that a story needs. This is about a subject that is taboo for most people. The relationships between a man and a boy/boys. If this kind of story upsets you or you are not over the age of 18 then please go to Nifty's archives to choose a more interesting subject to read. I am grateful for all the mails that I have received and hope that this part will answer a few more of the questions that went in search of answers. Thank you to Nifty for allowing this story to be included in their files. Part 2 follows the friendship between Simon a property owner and Patrick, known as patch who is 12. Looking for answers Part 2 Today started off like any other day for me. I collected rent then banked the money, had lunch then repeated the same thing in the afternoon. It might have seemed boring but it was my life and work all in one. I never got bored with it and everyone looked forward to giving me money, hand a cup of tea or coffee, which was a relief for some. I arrived at Patrick's mum's house to find her in a bit of a state. Cup in hand she asked for my help. "Simon you are just the person who can help me. Its Patrick's birthday at the weekend and I have to get things sorted out. I told him he could invite his friend Alan but with work and things I wont be able to give him all the attention he should get. Would you like to come?" Of course I offered to help. "Sue. Why don't you have the party/meal at my house? If you have to work then we will have fun while you are there then make it that it's your suggestion Patch and Alan if he is allowed can stay overnight with me. Any problems and we will sort them out as it happens. I know it is hard for you to do everything but you plan it and I will help." "Simon you are a real friend. I will ask Alan's parents if they would allow him to stay with Patrick's Uncle after the party." "Sue that sounds great. If you give me his address then I will drop the boys off after we have finished. How does that sound?" "Simon you are silly. You are the Uncle. Do you think that Patrick would want to stay anywhere else than with you? You have taken quite a shine to my son haven't you?" "Sue he is a great boy. After the mishap before we had a long chat and I found out more about him than maybe any one else could. He is a fine boy, you should be very proud." Sue was red with embarrassment. It was clear that the work she did never got noticed. After all she was his mum but today she had been told that she was special. It was as if all those years of work had been noticed. "Sue what are you going to get for his birthday? I ask because I would not like to get him the same." "I do not expect you to buy him anything. You are already doing so much for him, no, for us. I have to make a choice. He needs some school clothes, he has asked me for a mountain bike but that would take me a year to save for. He did want a television for his room but I think the clothing and a radio cassette player would do the trick. What do you thing Simon?" I took everything into perspective. Single woman, working at a poorly paid job, making sacrifices for the sake of her son. "Sue you are very special and I am sure that whatever you decide then he will love it no matter what." >From the other end of the street I heard "Simon." I looked around to see Patch running to the house. In tow was another boy who was a bit smaller than him. You could tell it was the end of school. Clean and ironed he left for school; dirty and dishevelled was the result of a day at school. I had to smile when this scruff ran into his mother's arms. The other boy was a bit less dirty but just as pleased to be out of school. "Simon. What are you doing here so late?" "Collecting the rent as usual." "Its great to see you again." Patch threw his arms around me. I was slightly embarrassed. Sue did not seem to worry. She was not concerned that her son was hugging a man that was until a week ago nothing to do with the family what so ever. I thought I had better pull him off but then again I was pleased that I was having some effect upon the runaway kid. "Simon this is my friend Alan." "Hello there Alan it is nice to meet you." With that done the boys ran off to get a drink shouting, "Mum can we have some biscuits?" "Simon I think my son has taken a real shine to you. I have always thought him to be shy but my son giving a stranger a bigger hug than his dear old mum, in front of a school friend no less, well that sure opened my eyes." "Sue I am sorry. I was not expecting that at all. Maybe you should speak to him if it worries you that much?" "Simon, do not be silly. It was wonderful to see him like that. I hope that you took no offence at his behaviour?" I was surprised that she was pleased and did not need to ask why her son had behaved in such a manner. It was the first time after we first met that I did feel genuinely relaxed in her company. "Well I do not think there is any problem with the get together at your house. I also have no problem with Patrick staying with you. Knowing that he is with someone who cares about his safety makes me feel happy. Maybe my son coming to you after that night was a message to us all. One thing I will ask is that you not discuss Patrick running away from home and the reasons why. I think we understand but Alan is quiet so it might stop what seems to be a good friendship for them both." I shouted goodbye and walked to the car. I had already made plans for Patch's birthday. I had to be very careful. I was in the mind to spend a fortune because I loved him. I remember what I was told a long time ago. "Parents know what is best for their children so do not try and think otherwise." I was a busy little bee over the next few days. I had made arranged with Sue that we would have to all meet at 1pm. This would give her the time with Patch before she had to do the extra work to pay for the extra things she needed. She had called me to say that because of a mixture of things the clothing she was going to buy was put on the back shelf. She had got the radio/cassette and the other things would be coming before Patch started his autumn term. I think that you can see where this was all going. I of course went myself to the shop that supplied the clothing for his school and bought the things he would need. It was a bit over the top. I fell in love with a very smart coat that would be perfect for the winter; I just had to have it. I promise not to hide anything so after wrapping everything, Patch had 3 pairs of trousers, 6 shirts, 3 shorts, assorted briefs and boxers, 12 pairs of socks and 2 pairs shoes black with the trainers to boot. I knew all the sizes. Anyone who asks how I knew did not read the first chapter clearly. My final two items were a large box with a television in specially marked with love Mum. A large envelope that contained a sheet of paper in, A4 size. It read I am too tired now. Things were coming to a head. I had never done something like this before. I was getting genuinely excited. Sue was prepared and I did not tell her what I had done because I was to scared that she would be angry forcing me to return everything and my life would be over. I played a very dangerous game. The weekend came. They were going to come at 12 now. Sue wanted a bit more time. I had made all the arrangements my end including a few last minute things so now I was just left to pace up and down waiting for the time to come. I forgot to offer to collect them in my car. How stupid can you get? The presents were all wrapped and hidden so I was left drinking coffee while I sat on the chair near the door looking for them. I was a wreck. Well it was just before 12 when the bus arrived. The boys disembarked first carrying there bags. Sue followed. Patch was clearly hyper being that it was after all his birthday. He was hyper; I was pacing like a man waiting for the firing squad. Sorry I digressed. I was at the door when they all arrived. A quick hug from Sue while Alan shook hands just like his father would have, strong and firm. Patch was the last to arrive. Ignoring all the others he slipped of his shoes and climbed upon the chair. Just as I remember, he held and hugged me as if his own life depended on it. I was not thinking about the others so when I said "Happy birthday patch", he gave me a kiss which did not go amiss by the others. "Patrick, stop trying to eat Simon I am sure you will have lots to eat soon." I laughed, so did patch. There we were arm in arm without a care in the world. Sue was not taking notice now while Alan was just waiting to be told where to sit. The phone rang; I got the call I had been waiting for. "Patch put you shoes on, before you take off your jackets I want to show you something." When I opened the door for them to go through a Silver Limousine drew up. The driver got out put on his peaked cap then went straight to patch. "Am I right? Are you the young man who has his birthday today?" Patch looked at me, he looked at his mum who shook that she knew nothing about it. Patch even tried to look at Alan. "Sir would like to get in. I understand that your name is Patrick. I am very honoured to be your driver and if I might say your sister is very beautiful." I almost blew chunks trying to stop myself laughing. "Mum he thinks you are my sister. Driver this is my Mother." "How can someone so young be a mother? She is very pretty." We all had a good laugh getting into the car. "Where are we going Simon?" I ignored the question deciding that ignorance was the best thing going. It was when we arrived at the restaurant that patch and I went to after he had run away that all was understood. Patch was the first out but before he could go through the door the headwaiter came out. "Good afternoon young man it is very nice to see you again. Your table is ready." We all followed. It was the looks that made this all worthwhile. We had a lovely table in a quiet section of the restaurant. "Right here are your menu's and your champagne will be with you shortly." Sue was looking very worried. I whispered that she was to have fun and not to worry about a thing. I could go on about what we ate and drink, also what it cost and how one or two of us passed out when we heard the cost but no. The best bit was when the waiters singing happy birthday brought a cake. Alan just smiled while Sue had a little sniff. It was however Patch that made this all worthwhile. A single tear escaped before he could stop it. He smiled at me, Sue followed everything with a laugh, and so did Alan. Patch held my hand for a brief millisecond. That was enough. That moment said more than anything ever could. The car took us home with the conversation about how much more of the cake could have been eaten combined with things like wonderful time. The driver dropped us all off then left just as quickly as he had arrived that morning. In the house we all relaxed in the chairs while I made a pot of coffee with coke for the children. "Patch what did you get for your birthday?" "Mum gave me this neat radio cassette. I will be able to play everything. Once I get my pocket money then I will save for some music." "That's very good. There is something however that you might like to get for me. Can you get that large black sack from the bedroom and give it to me?" Patch true to being asked carried this bag heavy as it might straight to me. "There is a label on this. It says "To Patrick with all my love Mum." Sue looked at me and I ignored her. Patrick was looking at all the parcels that contained the clothing. One by one he opened them and the eyes gave way the fact of how pleased he was. Sue became the holder of all the unwrapped clothing. I told patch to pack them carefully in the bag then he would be able to take them home safely. The things were not crushed they were neatly packed up so they did not get dirty. He loved the black boxers saying he would wear them for bed. "Patch lets just try this now." Slowly he opened the big box that revealed the coat. It fitted him like a glove, even if it was a coat. Sue looked at me then said that she could never afford all the clothing. I told her that she had already paid for it. "The coat was a gift from me." "Now patch mum said I was to give you this last. She has been working very hard." A box bigger than the last was revealed. I had never seen a child go quite so mad almost smothering his mother while bouncing up and down and that's before he had even taken the television out of the box. "Patrick you are so very lucky. My parents would not have done all this for me. Your mum must be very special. If one day you do not want her any more can I have her?" This brought out laughter from us all. I went for the coffee when Sue came in and asked me how she was going to pay for it all. "Sue when you arrived today do you remember that boy who jumped up to see me and within plain view of you and his friend kissed a perfect stranger?" "Yes." "Well Patch willingly gave that to me for nothing more than being his friend. I am giving something back to the mother of my friend. Patch will not know about this. He thinks it was you and that's the way I want this to be. It has been my pleasure to see the happiness in Patch's face, the same happiness that I felt when I was given something that meant the world to me. His trust and friendship." "Simon what I saw was just a bit more than friendship. My son has looked at you and has seen something he never had .His father never loved him he loved the drink but now he has you. I hope that does not upset you to hear that from me?" We both hugged and when we returned Alan was helping Patch to read the instructions for his television. "I will bring all the things with me when I bring them home tomorrow that is of course if they are allowed to stay." Patch's head whipped round, sounding like the crack of a whip, looking for his mothers answer. "If I did not let him stay he might run away fore good this time. Patrick is now a year older so I think he can be trusted to be good." "Sue, Patch might but who can say if I will?" It was soon 4pm and Sue had to leave for work. She thanked me again for making it such a nice day. Patch and Sue walked to the bus stop just in time to catch the late bus. Patch ran back catching Alan and I clearing up. Between us we made quick work of the mess and the rubbish was removed. The strangest part of that day started just then. I was talking to Alan trying to make him feel less left out when Patch stood right next to me. It was strange but different when it happened. With Alan close by Patch climbed on my lap then started to kiss me. It was not the quick kiss to say hello or goodbye but the long kind that you never want to stop. When our lips parted Alan saw the tongues touch. I held him tight while patch was doing all he could expressing his passion without the use of words. "Patch what is happening?" "Sorry Alan I forgot that you were here." "I have never seen my cousin kiss his girlfriend the way that you kissed your uncle." I saw patch look into the air. "Alan listen. You are my best friend. I love my uncle and I hope he loves me. I hope in all my heart that if he loves me as much as I do him then I am happy. I am not strange just different. Can I trust you? "You mean that you like boys better than girls? What does your mum say and who else knows? "You are the first person who I can trust to tell. My mum does not even know and I do not want her to know." "Okay." Patch jumped from my lap and threw his arm around his friend. "Hey patch its cool but don't be getting all that touchy with me just yet." I had to smile because of the "just yet." I was well aware now of the feeling that Patch had. The comments from his mum were a mystery. I was sure that she knew how patch felt. I thought again then questioned that. "Patch I have found this. It is addressed to you. I have to put my coat away but you can tell me what is says if it is not to personnel." Patch opened the envelope with Alan watching over his shoulder. "Simon it say's that I am to tired now. What does it mean?" >From the hall I walked out with a Mountain Bike. Patch froze; I watched the paper he had been reading from fall to the floor. "Hey patch. You get it two tired, that's funny." As if in slow motion patch walked over to me. Everything had gone quiet. "Is that for me Simon?" I could not joke about it so I just said the obligatory "Happy Birthday Patch." "Its great. Mum said that it would be another year before she would have some extra money." I watched him take it allowing me to sit down. It was as if he was in possession of a rare item. His touch covered every part of the bike. The saddle got the most attention. The seat was adjusted to perfection. It did not matter what colour it was, it was blue, and it was a bike. His very own. I remember when I brought the chair for behind the door. I gave it all the love and attention I could, I watched as Patch did the same to his new bike. "Patch do you know that is has 15 gears. It's a professional model. You are so lucky." Alan was not envious just in awe at the sight of this bike. It had lights as well as a pump. At the rear was a special carrier so that he might carry his bag to school, that is if he took it to school at all. I sat and watched the conversation between the two boys. Alan was excited for Patch but he was just overcome. I suggested that the bike be put in the hall for the evening and then we could all have a drink. With extreme precision Patch threaded it through the chairs carefully. Alan sat next to me. "I bet Patch likes his bike when he starts to ride it. Are you really an uncle or are you and patch like boyfriend and boyfriend?" I looked at Alan but I could see that he was embarrassed at what he said. "Do not worry Alan. Patch and I are very special friends. We have spent time together before." "I hope that I am not being nosey Simon, but have you and Patch done thing together?" "I do not think that it is right for me to answer that. Patch is your friend why don't you ask him?" Patch came to the settee. Alan was looking towards him. "What? What is going on?" I looked at him when Alan spoke. "Patch, do you and your uncle ever do things together?" There was not a shocked look from Patch just a smile. He walked over to Alan then sat next to him. "Simon and I have been good friends. If you are asking what I think you are then what would you say or feel if I told you yes? Do you think that I would ever try something with you Alan?" It was not for sometime before I saw Patch holding Alan's hand trying so hard to be honest with his friend. Alan as if by slow motion looked down at his hand in his friends then looked up, right into his eyes. I wondered who was finding this conversation easier, Alan or Patch. If it had been Alan I wondered why he never pulled away. I watched the two boys sit hand in hand. It was as if was not in the room. Patch took his free hand and stroked very gently his friends face with little reaction. Did Alan understand? Did he want to stay or was he to scared to move. "Well Alan, will it make a difference what happened? It will not matter at all to me. A long time ago I wondered what would happen if I took things between us further. I mean if I wanted to kiss you would you run away or not. I never tried to do anything that would hurt or destroy our friendship. It made me sad to think that I had a special friend who could not see me for what I am." They still held hand when Patch reached across and planted a kiss on his friend's cheek. Many children when given a kiss wipe it away quickly making some derogatory remark like Yuk. It was just like a script that had been practiced many times. Each holding one another's hand while the other rose to touch each other's cheek. Follow my leader. I remember that from my primary school. Patch ran his fingers through Alan's hair. Alan did the same to patch. I watched while they each managed to go further than they both thought they ever would. When the kiss on the lips happened, it was just like a scene from a movie. It was a story of love that had suddenly exploded in celluloid for every one to see. The kiss was soft. It was not urgent. It was not rushed it just happened. "I better go and clear up. I can see that you two might like to be alone." Both boys laughed. Some spittle that lingered from the kiss was wiped away. In the minute that all this happened they both seem to change. When I was at school there was this girl who always wanted to hold my hand. I shudder now thinking about this but I was witnessing the same act but between two boys. They did help clear up but they never, in the time we cleaned, stop looking at each other. I was wondering what I should do. Should I say nothing? May be let them sleep in my bed rather than in singles? I even took time to plan the talk so that both boys knew what they were about to begin. I smiled at the thought of how I was going to get them apart. "Now then you had better decide who would take a bath first. It is not that late but I think we better get it done and out of the way." It was Alan who took the first while Patch and I got some milk ready for cocoa. When Alan returned wearing just his red boxers, Patch almost walked into the door. I had to laugh. Alan sat with me while listening to the water. "I am sorry Simon. I do not know what came over me but I just had to kiss him. Is that wrong?" Now I was at an impasse. My big mouth and me could have spoilt everything. "I would have rather you kissed me but I suppose that I cannot be greedy." Has anyone ever wished for the ground to open up and swallow him or her whole? I had made a deliberate mistake. I was going to talk about Patch when I ended up making a pass at his friend. Alan never got up and walked away he just sat there looking at me. I have to tell you that a boy who is 12 not quite hitting puberty sitting next to you in nothing but boxer shorts is a little scary but the thoughts I had went way past that. Patch returned all washed and he was wearing the black boxers that were purchased for him. Both boys looked wonderful. Alan quickly told Patch what I had said. I could feel myself getting redder and hotter. "That's my uncle Simon all over. He loves boys especially when they have nothing but boxer shorts on." Patch came to me and we hugged. It was a great feeling to hold this near naked boy. The soft material that covers his bum was a tease yet I was not quite sure what to do when I realised that my hands had gone beneath the material allowing me the contact with his flesh. I wondered what Alan thought or even if he cared what was going on. I almost wanted to take the boxers down but the noise in the room made me remember that Alan was there. I reached across taking Alan's hand. His fingers were very soft. They folded around mine enabling me to pull him to where Patch and I sat. I got one boy on each knee. They looked at each other when I ran my hands down the spine of each boy. Patch rested against me and it was good to feel Alan do the same. With a hand on each boy I allowed my fingers to slip inside the back of the boys boxers. Neither of them moved, even when a finger traced down the crack of their bums almost to the bottom. As if in unison they both looked at me and we all held on tight. My whole hand was hidden the material of each boy. "Do you want me to take them off uncle?" Alan looked at me then patch. I whispered but it was as if I held a megaphone. "I would rather take them off myself if that is all right." Patch stood up and stood in front of me. I could see that Alan was watching with great interest. Being new the boxer would have just slipped of but it was better to open the buttons that held them up. With fingers partially inside I opened the four buttons that held them up. I was slow when I took them down but patch did not mind. When they hit the floor, Alan looking on, I took his penis in my hand. We watched it as it grew out from my hand becoming fully erect. I watched as Alan reached forwards with a single finger. I opened my hand so that he could stroke it. Patch shivered "Alan why don't you come and join in? Let me help you." Alan stood up next to Patch. I was very careful just in case he decides that he did not want to do anything. He had two buttons but they were just as hard to open. When they were apart the boxers sank to the ground leaving me with a wonderful view. Alan was not near puberty at all. He was smooth and had no hair around his penis and that made Patch look so much older. I had both boys in each hand. I caressed them both watched the limp smooth pieces of flesh rise to the administration that I gave them. Very quickly they both stood solid. It was wonderful to have a finger and thumb of each hand moving the skin that covered their erections. The tiny heads were coming into view. Patch was long and thin but Alan was not as long yet he was thicker than the other. Both boys were looking at the ceiling while I touched them. The cherub faces shinned. For no reason each boy looked at me so that I could give him the kiss they so deserved. Their arms went around my neck until we were all i! n a tight hug. It was so special to have two naked boys within my grasp and they did not want to run away. "Boys what do you say that we all go to bed. I would like that. Do not worry about pyjamas or boxers because if it is alright with you stay just as you are." Taking both boys we walked to the bedroom. I told Alan that if he did not want to stay I would tuck him in bed. He never said a word. He followed Patch into my bed. I had a quick shower and when I returned the boys were deep into kissing with their legs entwined in each other. I sat at the edge of the bed; I know how I was feeling. They did not notice when I began to touch them all over again. It was when I started to stroke their ever-hard erections that I got their attention. I knew that they were naked but I did not know if they saw me or even cared. Kneeling between them both I tried to give the boys the same amount of time. When I stopped that motion and gave patch the start of his own exclusive touch, Alan rested his head upon his hand to watch? Every now and again Alan's finger would stroke either Patch or I just to let us know that he was there. I was in the process of getting Patch to turn over. I wanted to caress the skin on his back. His bum would also be on show. My mind was filled with the knowledge that Patch and I had been at this stage before. I managed to lay close so that we could both kiss and cuddle no matter what else happened. Alan was on his back so I gave him a kiss, His eyes closed when I started to follow the map of his skin with kisses. A gentle breath into the belly button saw him take a deep breath giving his rib permission to show. I knew where I was going but Alan did not. Only when the kiss touched the very tip of his erection did he seem to change. Into my mouth with a gentle suction it went. The foreskin slipped back and forth with my tongue in control. Back and forth my head moved. Alan groaned on the up stroke then shook when I went down. I could feel the fingers running through my hair grasping the strands for control. Patch went to Alan's left side. Without words he was signalling that he! wanted to taste the seeds of life if they existed within Alan. We both kissed holding his Penis between our lips. The head was so sensitive that when I decided to see if a finger would be to obtrusive Alan arched his back so that my finger combined with our lips gave him the pleasure he so much wanted. I could feel the contractions inside him. My finger was a great sensor to feel that. I was trying so hard that Patch was now taking control. He had the penis deep in his throat while I had the finger deep inside. Alan turned becoming more sensitive to Patch's actions. My finger was removed but I was now behind him. I had something else that I inserted with just slightly more tightness. I was able to push myself into him while Alan pushed himself into the mouth of Patch. The pace quickened. Alan let out sounds that could have come from the deepest depths. "Patch if happiness can be measured by sound then I would say that Alan is ecstatic. What do you say? Sorry do not talk with your mouth full." It was to late to return now. Alan held me inside so tight that I could feel what was going to happen. "I can feel it Simon." I must have given him such a shock when I came. I lost count of the contractions that forced my seed to escape from within only to fill the young tubes of the boy who had never said no. Alan shook. His penis slipped from the lips of Patch. A single squirt flew into the air and landed in his belly button. Patch dived to drink the honey while I continued to stroke him allowing him to feel and come down from what must have been an earth-shattering climax. I was still inside Alan but he managed to take Patch's erection in his hand and by nothing less than amateur masturbation gave his friend something to remember. We all rested with Alan in the middle. I covered us with just a sheet and we were asleep without any suggestion. I held the softened organs of both boys. Wet and slippery it made no difference to me. I did have one concern; I had still not been released from Alan's bum. He was still sending signals that must be going somewhere. "Patch, Simon I love you both very much but I hope we can keep this all a secret." I did eventually slip out. I was falling asleep when it happened. All through the night I suffered the constant reminder of what happened. Long wet patches falling from the boys bottom on my leg, better than an alarm clock. I did go to sleep. Thanks to Alan he search for what had been inside him. He held on to it as if now it was his very own. Patch, he had my hand just as it happened after we first met when he ran away. Eventually I had the boys either side of me with their legs crossing mine. Two, young boys heads resting on my shoulders. I loved cuddling my Teddy when I was small now I cuddled two, bare, boys. "Once upon a time there was a boy who asked question of himself. On this day another boy joined the quest, looking for answers. At the end of the days search they had both come along way. Was the question; is it possible for a boy to love a man? Or was that the answer. For a rent collector I was happy with what I was given so far. Part 3 of looking for answers will follow. Alan's Time. Comments are appreciated. No flames please. They will all be extinguished. I do my best to answer all letter but my ill health sometimes makes this hard to do. To those who sent me mail all 12 of you, THANKYOU. Just feeling wanted is better than any pill I have to take shaksbeer@ureach.com Thank you Love Paul