Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 11:00:39 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: Pawn to King Four. Chapter 2 This story is Fiction. From my own imagination. It is not true but shows what an imagination is capable of putting together for you. The story concerns boy love. Starting from being the boy to becoming the boy lover As with all story's of this kind please check that it is legal in your country. I have the copyright to this and a number of other stories. If you wish to use it then please ask. Fee paying sites will automatically be refused. The fear of being a boy lover is real so this comes from a real person. I am dyslexic so my computer does most of the work. I have proofreaders but appreciate all the emails that have been sent. Pawn to King Four. Chapter 2 I had thought about writing a diary of the incidents with Alan and his Uncle. All I did know was that the film was destroyed. I never felt so unhappy about being me until I realised I was not the only one who had a crisis. A woman came to my school with a young boy in tow. He was clean and tidy moved in a few houses from where I lived so his look of anguish was easily recognisable. I was almost 14. I had been fighting with what had happened to me for almost a year. A friend, well so-called friend was to show the boy around. I was waiting outside the headmaster's office to collect the rota for the new chess tournaments. Saint Peters was there again and would be our first match, I never played them because I got a cold and was forced to stay in bed. Convenient? I will let you work that out. I put up the list and heard a commotion in the playground. One of the school bullies had seen the new boy crying so had decided to make fun of him. The so-called friend stood back to allow the youngster some space to fight back but it was clear he would rather cry. I had a lot of anger inside me for some time so the day came to let it out. "Enough." The young boy looked at me. "Go on son if you want to cry you cry and if anyone make fun of you they will be crying. Beckman please do try it I am in the right mood to flatten your fat arse." Grammatically incorrect but Effective, get you after school chess boy. "Why wait till after school I am ready now." I walked towards him then he ran. I grabbed the boy who was taking care of the boy. "You should know better. This was beyond a joke. Go tell the head what has happened; the truth, and I will escort the boy till I hear different." I took a handkerchief from my pocket and gave it to the crying boy. "Right lets go get some tea." It gave me the chance to get a map marking each room down so he did not forget. "What is your name?" " Toby Philips. I am called Jugs by my friends." Two teas I sat him down "Jugs this is yours and I found these biscuits too." The headmaster and the boy's mother came to see if all was all right. "Jugs and I are just having a cup of tea." He smiled he actually smiled. "Well Jack what lessons have you got left today?" after I told him he suggested I have jugs keep me company to get use to the lessons. I agreed. I told his mum that I would bring Toby home on the bus so he could see what it was like. She gave me some cash for his fare and off we went. I told the teachers what was happening and they included Toby as much as possible. He could read well but his maths was very bad. I got some books for him to use so that he could catch up. In the library class he was asked what he was doing after school. He stood proudly and said, "I am having a fight with Beckman." I laughed followed by the rest of the class who all chanted Jugs, Jugs, and Jugs as his mother passed the window. School finished but no Beckman he had been hauled before the headmaster. I got Toby on the bus and he liked the ride. His mum was there to meet him and he gave her the change. "Jack do come and have some tea. Your mum is with us. She has been helping me move in. That sounded like mum. I agreed and did my homework while I was there. I did a few bits for Toby and I was made an honorary Uncle, what ever that was. "I have not got an uncle or brother so can I make you my substitute one?" I had to smile Mum said it was good by her so my mum made it official. I was an Honorary thingy. Toby's mum asked me if I would be free to baby sit Toby some time. I said that providing all my schoolwork was done there would be no problem. I did become friends with Toby and his mum very quickly. Young Jugs, he liked the name, was 11 years old. He had white hair. It was so white that the word Albino was often used. He was small less than 4 feet and clearly shy of everything and anything that moved. When ever possible I would help him to catch up at school and often he would just drop in as soon as he saw mum go to her cleaning job. One weekend it was raining so I decided to have a lie in. Mum shouted bye being that she had her job to go to so I decided to drift back to sleep. For some reason, I do not know why, I started to think about Alan and what he had been doing all this time. I still cared for him in my own way but wished that I had never gone on that fateful holiday. Without realising what I was doing till it was to late I had hold of a strong erection. I began to think of the things we did. That's what brought it on. I slipped my pyjamas off then allowed my thoughts to expand. I could still see him as he was. I could remember all the things we did together. I gently rubbed up and down feeling the pleasure increasing with every movement. I took a look to make sure I had the tissues by the bed but got a shock when I saw something else looking at me. "Jack what are you doing?" There was Toby looking at me. I never heard him come in at all but was so pleased that it was not mum that was looking. I gathered my trousers up and covered the erection. "I am doing something that most boys do." Toby walked towards me. "I do not do that. What is it?" I was embarrassed. Toby walked right up to me before I could get under my covers and lifted the trousers away to look. "Close the door." He took his coat off then closed the door coming back fascinated by what was happening. I climbed across the bed to get comfortable then patted the bed to see if Toby would come and lie with me. Slipping his shoes off he did get on the bed. "What boys do is a secret and no one must ever know that you do it. He was puzzled but happy to lift the trousers to expose my still hard erection. "What do you do then?" I was not sure if this was the right thing to do but I knelt up recovering my composure, and then lifted his shirt up till it came off. I tickled his chest, which he liked. Things started to get serious when I reached for the popper on his jeans. I pulled it open then slipped the zip down. Toby got up and I thought I had gone to far but he removed his jeans leaving them in a pile on the floor. There he lay next to me in his blue briefs and socks. I ran my finger over the front of his briefs seeing a tent form from my touch. I threw my trousers across the room then continued touching him. I did not anticipate anything in return but Toby's hand held my erection. The heat from his hand was burning. I slipped his briefs down to uncover his penis. It was hard enough, about 3 inches long but quite thick. After I took his briefs off I cuddled up to him. The smell of baby powder was nice. He was smooth to the touch and happy with what was happening. I looked long and hard at the angel lying next to me. With no movement from him I touched all eleven digits. 8 Fingers, 2 thumbs then my favourite the extra one between his legs. Between finger and thumb I made up and down movements until Toby was unable to stop shivering while trying to talk in impenetrable gurgling, I had never heard before. When the penis stiffened between my thumb and finger he was filled with Riga mortis. I took the chance and kissed him. When he got to relax his eyes opened as large as saucers. I was still hard. Toby was still holding me. "Now jugs you try that on me." He did. I counted 5 swift movements and we both were covered. Although not shocked he was instantly surprised at what happened. Asking short sharp questions while the sperm still trickled over his small fingers. I knew he was a good listener and so I told him. I never left out a single thing. I could see he was upset that he was unable to accomplish the same thing I had done, but I reassured him that as he got older his body would make up for all the time he had not been able to part with a little drop. I cleaned us up then helped him dress. I enjoyed that morning but when he had gone for the first time I felt worried that Toby may say something to his friends or even his Mum. It was Monday when I saw Toby next .He had joined the chess club and was going to be a good player. "I need to talk to you in private. Mum is going out tonight she ask me to ask you if you would come and baby-sit." I agreed being that I had no extra homework to do so could use the library to finish it lunchtime. Mum was happy for me to go. She had seen my latest report card so I was in her good books. Toby's mum was all ready to go as I arrived. "I might be a bit late tonight so please do not worry. She called my mum to let her know but there seemed to be no worries. "Oh Jack I am glad you are here. You know what happened last weekend?" I nodded. "Well mine has got very big and hurts what do I do?" This sounded like a bit of over use to me. I asked him to show me. I watched as he undressed. After he was getting ready for bed so was going to kill two birds with one stone by undressing now. Down to his briefs he stood in front of me. I took his red briefs down and wow. He had been at it every hour. Swollen and red his penis was as thick as his wrist. I managed to find some cold cream. With lashings of it I coated his penis. I then blew at it until this became too much for him. He was in tears. I explained what had happened. He went bright red saying he had been doing it ever since he got home that morning from my house. I felt sorry for him. Taking his clothes I followed him to his room. I lay him on his bed and used more cream to sooth away the pain. He came 5 times that night but the cream had left it less angry looking than when I first saw it. It was pretty early so offered to lay with him for a while. I gave him the choice of whether I should undress or stay as I was but he started to fumble with my buttons so that answered that. We had a wonderful time. Toby's excess masturbation sessions with himself had made him quite an expert when he did it to me. He got covered with cold cream plus my cream several times that night. I cleaned us up and dressed us both. We then had a hugging and kissing session to end it all. I found his gentleness to be a revelation. I left at 11-30pm with empty testis, love in my heart, money in my pocket and looking forwards to being Toby's friend all the time he needed one. It was 2 days later that his mum called upon me. Jack I need your help. This is difficult for me but I would like to ask you a big favour. I was changing the sheets in Toby's room this morning and I came across, well, oh this is so hard. I think he is turning into a man. There were marks on the sheet. I am embarrassed to talk about it." She was feeling awkward. I was wriggling like a worm on a hook. " I think he needs to have a chat with another man if you understand." Click. Got it. Sex. Mums to shy so get a man who can help. He knows already but I did not know how to tell her. The marks on the sheets must have been me from a few nights back. "Well I will try to if you think it is needed." I could see a relieved expression on her face. I will pop to see your mum for a cup of tea and a chat. She knows I was going to ask you. He is in his room thinking he is in trouble call me when you have finished. I can see you will have your work cut out for you." I went to see Toby. He looked worried. I came straight out with it "I have been asked to talk to you about sex." He looked at me "Really." I sat with him. I closed the curtains and proceeded to show him rather than talk about it. We had a wonderful time. Short and sweet. His penis was the right size once again, he was all for the show and tell game we played. I told him about the sheets. He laughed saying we would use the floor and a towel in future. In future? This kid had it all planned. I did not want to push my luck but I did push a finger. Toby could not get enough. I asked him to do something for me. The answer I got was "I will not forget." His mum was so pleased. She offered me quite a bit of money as thanks. I could not take her cash as well as her son now could I? We stayed friend for almost 2 years. On his 13th birthday he had a friend to stay. I went for the cake and was asked to stay while mum went out later that evening. Things were quiet enough until I went to check on Toby and his friend Peeping through the door I saw them both kissing away without a care in the world. I just went in. Toby's friend thought they had been caught. Toby laughed. "I will do what you wanted me to do now if you want." I had waited for almost 2 years and yet he had remembered. I was concerned about his friend. I looked on while the two boys undressed each other. Down to their briefs, both the same colour they looked at me. Toby came and kissed me. His friend never moved. I slipped Jugs to the bed removing his briefs. His friend still did not seem interested. Jugs started in on me pulling at my clothes until I was in my shorts. I placed an arm around his friend's neck touching him all over. I managed to take down his briefs but while I touched him the phone rang. Toby answered. "Jack Colin's mum will be here in 10 minutes to collect him." I moved quickly rubbing the lad as he stood there. He dressed while I sat there with a sample of his sperm in my hand I dried off then dressed just in time to see the boy's mum drive up. I arranged Colin so he looked neat and tidy. His mum was pleased and they had gone. I had enough time to have a session with Toby before his mum arrived back then the day was done. Seems simple enough. At 9pm the Sunday morning the police called and all hell broke loose. 2 police officers called to see me and mum. "We are sorry to call on a Sunday but we have had a report that your son Jack, sexually assaulted a Colin Robins last night. They went on to tell the complete story while mum was crying through every word. Mum called Toby's mum who came straight over. I was surprised when she spoke up for me explaining what I had done to help her and her son. One of the officers spoke to Toby and he denied all knowledge except what I had told him after his mother asked me to talk to him about sex. Nothing had happened and since then Toby had become a well-mannered and mature son. The police took this away with them but later that week returned with the full story about what happened. I was ordered to appear before the Magistrate's court. This took some time but the story got around the whole area and if I had money for every pointed finger at me I would have been rich. On the day of the court I made the choice to go on my own. I faced all my accusers but Toby and his mother never came their statements were just read. My solicitor spoke out well for me and so did my headmaster. After a long discussion I was found guilty by 3 of the 5 magistrates. Because of the verdict I was given an order for three months assessment at a clinic for social disorders. I never went to stay their just visit. After 3 months I was told I was to be given 3 more months probation. "We believe something happened Jack but what we will never know the truth. Do not let us see you here again." I looked at them "I never did anything so I should never have been here in the first place." The scare that people had made a few move, even Toby and his Mum. My mum went about as normal. She would hear something and would get in his or her face because nothing was clearly proved and everyone knew that. Mum was 5 feet tall and built like a stick. This stick could kill. I carried on at the sixth form and also without fear was approached by Toby's mum to help him. I agreed but only if she was happy about things. "Jack I trust my son to tell me if anything happened. He likes you a great deal and I have only ever heard good things, but if anything were to happen I would go to the police myself." So a last chance situation. Toby told me how Colin got beaten up badly when he moved away by boys who said he was a liar. "His new school did not like him. 4 boys beat him bad. I had a few friends at that school so word got around quick." It was Toby who got his mates to beat Colin for spilling the beans on what happened. I was smiling but do not get me wrong I felt sorry for him and like most people who are caught and get away with it I was so lucky. Toby and I became friends but I was getting older and so was he. They were to move abroad so one night we had a session to end all others. We wanked, sucked, fucked and any other word ending in ked. Talk of exhaustion. Someone asked me if I loved Toby or was it just lust. I suppose because I cannot give a full and frank answer it must have been lust. He was like a brother. Don't forget I was an honorary brother/uncle. He left my life at 17. We still write and he now lives with a judge in Holland. I have never dared to ask if it is for mutual reasons. I do not believe that is my business. Good luck to them. My life went on. I started university. I was reading English, economics and drama. I lived away from home staying at a flat I got with the money I earned by helping at various schools with the children who were illiterate. Funny that. Well one day I saw a sign that a local pub needed a cooks help at weekends. I applied. The post had been vacant for almost a year so all that they wanted to know was could I cook beans on toast. The job was mine. I got my head into schoolwork so did not have time for anything else. Cooking was fun so all in all I had come out of things very well. I managed to get a second hand Camera for my Drama exam and took a film of a leaf falling from a high tree. I added the commentary and it was a grade A pass. Early one weekend the boss at the pub was calling me. His chef had taken ill so they had no cover at the weekend would I be interested in doing the work. I would get double pay and a room in the house out back. He called it the granny annex but it was a mansion compared to where I lived. I accepted the offer but struggled for the first weekend so I got some help. A woman who lived next to the pub was asked to help. She was free whenever they asked. Things got better. I even added some new dishes more fool me. People started to like them so I was cooking more and more as time went by. After 1 month I met the children of the woman who helped me. 2 boys age 10 and 11. They would sit at a table reading. "I love stories can you read me one?" That's how it started. One or the other would read and I would correct them as time went on. One day my helper and I were taking a break when the boys started to read. With clarity they followed the story right through making just a few errors. "Well done." I said. Mum was over the moon. She had been told that both the boys had something called Board blindness. This is something that affects children quite a lot but goes unseen. You look at a word on a board then you are asked to copy it in a book. Between the times you have read the word and got to the book you have forgotten it. The Childs head pops up and down all the time until they loose interest and give up. Some who try just write the wrong word completely wrong. Most school prefer to say children like this are backwards so they concentrate on those who are easier to teach. Anyway, I would clean and listen correcting the mixed words until the day came when I said 1 or 2 things and that was all. From then on the books became more and more frequent. Mum was very happy and one time we took a picnic and in the sun had a wonderful time. As the boys read I would lie there and correct them from memory. The school noticed a dramatic improvement until the report card showed the letter c for English. Now considering they had only ever got an F this was a complete change. They wanted to tell Nan and Grandad in Australia but did not have a phone. So I offered to take all their pictures holding their report cards. They came out just fine. I even managed to blow up the report cards so that all the marks could be seen. After that weekend and we had all cleaned up I gave them to their mum. The boys bounced as though on springs. Mum cried. I had a special Package for the pictures to go in so all that mum had to do was post them. After that day I was taking all the pictures I needed. I even made a film of the boys to show mum. The boys would come to see me at any time with mums blessing. It was a turning point in my life. During the half term break it was a real bad day. It did nothing but rain. The boys came to see me bored as usual because of the weather. I offered to read or play a game with them but they asked me to do something for them as a secret. "It is Mums birthday in 2 days the one thing she has never had is a picture of us. Will you take a special one for us?" I asked them what kind of pictures they wanted taken. Both the boys, Ben and Nathan said it had to be something that their mum would want to show everyone. That ruled out my first thought. "Shall we make them fun?" both boys nodded. I put up a white sheet near the light. "Right lets make you into clowns. I had a face paint kit from university so asked both boys to take off their shirts. I powdered their chests down followed by their faces and the make up made them look like clowns. I took two Polaroid pictures first then placed netting as collars around their necks. In the background the light glowed and both boys stood side by side. It was done I managed to clean them up but their trousers were covered in powder. I tried to brush it off without much luck both boys then without a care they took their trousers off and stood there in small white briefs shaking their trousers until it was all off. I took a sneaky picture of all this but the boys shouted "Hey not fair." I let them help me develop the pictures and frame them. The one of them in their underpants made them smile. We took the pictures to their mum that day. She loved them. I had even told her about the make up then showed her the other shot. I hoped not to cause an argument but she was fine hoping they had not made to much mess. The next week I travelled to Richton, which is the home of the clowns. I took the boys and their mum with me to the same place. We stood amazed, as on the top shelf numbers 2007 and 2008 were the boys as clowns. The rules say that if you are a clown your face is painted onto a Turkeys egg then blown and glazed. You are there for life. With a certificate in their hands the boys left looking forwards to showing their friends at school. I began to become more and more of a friend to the boys. Ben and Nathan would call upon me almost any day it rained. On one day I was in the process of developing some still shots of the food I had cooked that day. I hoped that this would encourage punters who came into the pub to buy the food. Nathan the older of the 2 boys wanted to take some pictures of his brother. I sat on a stool watching just how he did it. I was far from surprised when Ben was in his swimming trunks posing like a professional. He never bothered to dress when his brother did the same. Now maybe it was the wrong thing to do but I made the comment; "I thought you were going to take everything off for a while then boys." The trunks came off after less time thinking to answer no. I swiftly took several shots but they soon became cold. It was only fair that I let them help develop them. All the time we were together I began to think of the trouble I would be in if I were caught so used the old familiar verse, "Now you boys know that the pictures of you naked must never be seen. I will destroy them after you have seen them. We could all be in serious trouble." Pete flashed through my mind. I realised that I had become someone who I despised so many years ago. The pictures were beautiful. The one of the boys looking at each other with the emphasis on their bodies was perfect. I pretended to destroy perfection. Hidden well the boys took over an hour before they dressed. I believe that I know what some of you are thinking. You could be right. I justify the situation by saying to myself if they did not want to do it they would have stayed clothed. Ben and Nathan were happy and I knew at a later date that this was the day that they both became models for a boy lover. Oh what happened to the Chess? I started to teach the boys. 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