Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 13:32:45 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: Pawn to King Four Chapter 3 This is a story o wrote long ago. It came from my imagination so is pure fiction. It contains sequences of love and sex between an adult male and boy/s. The story has nothing to do with me with the exception that I wrote it. In some countries this type of story is illegal so please check and if this is not your kind of story please go now to the other great sites that Nifty have to offer. I have the copyright so if you wish to use this story please ask. Fee paying sites will be refused Being the first story I ever wrote I have tried to make is as realistic as possible. In certain parts I think my imagination may have gone over board. I am a dyslexic and have proofreaders. They have helped me by convincing me to allow my first story to go to Nifty. Pawn To King Four. Chapter 3 I said my life began at the end of the last chapter well that was true. I never thought about doing anything with the boys until they became more and more comfortable with me. Taking pictures was great fun. Ben and Nathan would show no fear about dressing, undressing to them even nudity was a common occurrence. I never asked them they should undress but it was beginning to feel as though they were happiest doing just that. One day that I was off and suppose to be resting the boys visited me. They wanted to have more photo's taken. I saw them strip naked. I was allowed to cover their whole bodies in white paint. I gave them 2 large black eyes with patches of grey through their hair. If you have ever seen pictures of street urchins of olden days then you will have a good idea at what they looked like. I managed to place small rags about their waists. The results were superb. It was early afternoon when I spoke to their mum explaining that her boys would make great models for my up coming exam which was true. She had seen many of the polite photos I had taken all from waist high. She saw none of the full length at all. She agreed after we spoke about what I had planned. "I thought about the boys being a couple of ragamuffins. I would bring them up to look like urchins and at each stage until they were smart young private schoolboys. A montage of how children looked through the eyes of people from the poor to the rich." She was happy about it so we all managed to take the boys to the costume department at the University and get the clothes required. A large bag and a room in the lower halls. We had the whole day to do this. I laid out the clothes in order to use. "Shall we take all our clothes off jack?" I gave them the choice. Soon I was watching both boys strip until they stood there in briefs of different colours. I knelt in front of them to cover them in the appropriate make up for the period. I do not think they cared when I slipped their briefs down. I took a big chance and coated the lower part of their bodies with dust and grime to make them look just like beggars to start. Several shots later we changed until the whole series had been done. I placed the films to develop and got the boys in the shower. I did not think it would take long to clean them up for the final set but grease paint is hard to remove in one go. I was covered after they were clean so took a chance myself to shower. We all stood there washing and drying. I did spend an incredibly long time washing them. It was clear that they both enjoyed being washed as much as I did washing them. As I finished I could see that the boys had become aroused. I got them dressed up as posh schoolboys with straw boaters. Being I only needed the top part I never bothered to put their briefs or trousers I had got on them. I was quick and the posh schoolboys look complete and the aroused state made the session worthwhile. I had them naked again allowing myself the chance to dress them in their own clothing. Every now and again I came into contact with their penis. The erections grew until they stood perfectly still allowing me the opportunity of gently masturbating them. I do not believe they realised what was happening but enjoyed all the attention I was giving them. When I thought I had gone far enough I sat on the carpet to keep a look at the time so as not to spoil the photos development. I sat against the wall. Ben and Nathan rather than fully dress sat next to me. I wondered if this was a sign that they wanted more attention from me. Nathan got very close so I placed an arm around him stroking while I looked away. Ben was at the camera taking shots of us together. They swapped and I had to decide if they were in it for the pictures of were sexually turned on by what was happening. I heard the alarm that told me the photos were ready. I was so pleased. I enhanced the boys' faces to give to there mum. When I returned the boys were dressed and ready to go. I collected the small prints and we took them to their mum. They were brilliant if I do say so myself. Mum was overjoyed. I thanked the boys with a game each. They did not mind and said they would be free to do some more if I needed them. I smiled and left to develop the photos the boys had taken. I found that almost the whole roll had been used. There were close ups of my hands in action with their genitalia but also their were shots of the boys nude that I never took. Each of them had an erection. It was then I realised that while I was collecting the developed photos the boys had slipped off their shirts they were wearing and took pictures of each other. Can boys be that sexually aware? Can they send the signals I was looking at and be genuine? I did develop the shots and after they had dried I placed them in my photo bag. At the bottom of it I found 2 pairs of briefs. They were orange. The note read for the next time. I could have been too eager but I thought long and hard about it all. There were two choices fun or five years. I was working hard through the summer. I made sure I took some time off near the end of it though. I was going to prepare to get some nature shots for my finals. I saw the boys and their mum about 4 weeks after I had used them as my models. They were in the process of packing to move the following week. " Jack, if you need the boys to model for pictures and stuff you have a week before we move." I took the chance to try and get a room at the university for a few days. I was granted this quite easily. The boys followed me and I decided to take some dance shots. These are still life statue forms. The room was as before and I blackened the room with curtains. Using the spotlights the boys were fine in their football gear. I took shot from all different angles. I then used an old fashion movie camera to catch them moving. I had them take their shirts off, flexing there under developed muscles to imitate the characters in a gymnasium. While filming the boys, Nathan then Ben slipped their shorts down to reveal nothing. "Put the camera down Jack." Taking my eye from the eyepiece both boys came to me. They pulled out two safety mats then a couple of towels. "Your turn Jack." It was as if I was in another place and time. I placed the camera on the tripod and turned it off. Ben turned off the main spotlights leaving just the safety lights on. I became a mannequin. Nathan started by running his hands under my shirt. Ben was pulling my tracksuit bottoms down. It was not long till I was in my boxers lying on the towel. Things just went over the top from then on. I had an erection in each hand. Nathan was holding mine under my boxers while Ben pulled them down. I grasped Nathan. The pleasure we both were having brought us closer together till we kissed. Ben was trying desperately to climb up higher. As soon as the kiss stopped I could feel the persistent poking of bens penis near my mouth. As I opened it Nathan's lips covered my penis. I could feel their smooth skins, hardness and small bouncing eggs either against my face or leg. Even strange noises did not stop them but I could feel my sperm begin to rise. "I'm going to." Nathan moved his mouth then rubbed till as a fountain I erupted with the force of a tidal wave. Covering us all Ben suddenly expelled one small jet of liquid that hit the back of my throat and made me cough violently. Nathan was kneeling up so I started to wank him. It seemed like the right thing to do. He shook and blasted 3 jets that combined with mine to make a mess of the highest proportion. The towel wiped us off but it was an experience that I will never forget. I managed to feel that they had the start of hair but their holes had been well used. By each other or someone else I never asked it seemed polite. We dressed. I did help them because we managed to kiss as I did. When it was all done we opened the small windows and collected all the things I had brought to use. I thanked the boys but they said it was I who was to be thanked. Mum was pleased with the Pictures as usual. I waved them goodbye feeling a great loss in my heart. I never saw them again and the only memories of them I have are the nude photos, which I still look at every now and again. You might have thought that was that but after I had developed the 8mm movie half was of the muscle boys, the other half, well if I say that the on off switch did not work as well as I thought so when we all got together it was an Oscar winning performance. That I keep for when I am very sad and need cheering up. I am so pleased that the switch stayed on. I managed to gain my English degree so thought a spell in teaching might put me in the right direction, I still had photography as a past time so used this in combination with the classes to help those who were in real trouble. Seeing a picture and how it was spelt is easier than just being asked. I came across a boy called Tom. He was 12 and I was asked to help him as best I could. He was an angry young man who because of his problems just let everything get to him. He lived on a farm that was huge. His parents were great and so nice. I tried to find out what they thought his problems were. It was plain and simple. He suffered from slow take up. This is where you have to learn something; all the others have done this and more, yet you are still trying to get past the first one. His study pack was silly for a boy of his age. I started to use his farm as a tool to help him. I wrote down many different things around the farm and we had a race. "Find the Horses." Off he ran found the Horses and my sign that I had pinned to the gate. Spell Horses. He read the word then we went to the next. After 2 weeks the signs were not needed so we followed this within his schoolwork and quickly he became more confidant loosing the aggressive streak that he had. There was one thing that I had not expected to happen. His parents asking me for a chat. "We are very grateful for all you have done for Tom but we think you should know something. We do not normally go through Tom's room but we were spring-cleaning. My Husband came upon this, which has surprised us. I would like to know your feelings about this. "Day 40. I have done all my words. Jac is big help. I think I am a strange boy. I lik to be with Jac. He maks me feel good. I wish he were my best friend. I luv him. End I looked at Tom's parents. "I see. I feel very flattered. In my opinion Tom has never had a friend who would accept him for who he was. I did and in fact he has gotten so much better. Because he has lost the anger within himself he has changed it to love. I see no harm. I expect it is just another phase in his life. Let me ask you. Would you prefer the anger or the love? I ask because this matters a great deal to you. I will stop helping him as I have been and just keep my help to the classroom. I believe you should make this decision. As far as I am concerned I will abide by any request you make." I left and they decided to let me know by the next day. It was early in the morning when I got a call asking me to go to the farm straight away. It was eight o clock. I arrived to hear screaming and shouting. Tom was going mad throwing things across the kitchen. "Sorry to call you but after we spoke to him he went crazy. We cannot get near him" I gently walked into the kitchen to see a half dressed Tom smashing plate after plate. "How can I love someone who would smash my home up?" I turned to walk out. Tom came running after me "Please do not go. That book was private. Please I am sorry." Tears were running down his face. Completely dishevelled he was looking at me. "You have school. Clear the mess up you made, wash and I will wait. 1 more outburst like that and I do not help you any more." Tom silently went about clearing up. His mother went to help but his father stepped in before I did. "Come dear we have other work to do." It took Tom 20 minutes to clear up. He made a good job. He dressed. I watched as he washed the tears and stains away. We then took the long walk to school. I left a note saying I would call his parents later to let them know how he was. It was a strange walk and an even stranger conversation. "So then Tom what's this all about?" He had his head down but managed to mumble, " I like you. You are my friend. I have never had a friend like you. Mum read my book. I said I loved you." I placed a hand upon his shoulder. "Oh is that all. Well I like you but if you behave like you were this morning I would never want to like or even love you" He stopped "You mean that you would love me to?" As I walk on the words "We will have to see," could be heard through the birds singing and tractors. I called His parents much later to tell them the panic was over. I suggested that if it was okay with them we should let things alone. I said again that I believed it was just a phase he was going through. They happily agreed. That lunchtime Tom came to say sorry. He held my hand while he said it. I smiled. "If we are to be friends then you have to promise me that you will do anything I say and be good at home. Tom was happy to agree so walking home that night we spoke about him mending the bridges he had broken with his family. His parents listened while he said sorry in his own way. They asked me if I would help him as before. I said I would. "I am very flattered by Tom saying he loves me. Do not forget that he is still learning basic words so Love to him maybe a shortened version of friend. It's easier for him to say that. His anger is the problem and we can all help him their." I had a day off the very next day. I decided to get more information about Tom before going back into school. With permission I got Toms file and took it to the staff room to read. Tom White. This 12-year-old boy has the mental age of 12 but behaves as if he were much younger. His anger threshold is very short which is a considerable worry to the teachers so far. One substitute teacher has managed to break through the hard posterior of the child. He showed a number of us what could be done with remedial children given the patience and time. Tom is an only child from a wealthy family who would do anything for the child and his best interest. His main interests are hard to find. Tom has great difficulty in English and Math but English is the one thing that has us concerned. When he is unable to comprehend that is when the violence erupts. He finds friendship with other children hard so prefers to be alone. After all considerations we think that Tom would benefit from remedial education. I was interested in the comments made. It may have been me but Tom made so much effort I could just not ignore his perseverance. I had tried to get a chess club going at the school but very few children were interested. Tom was the one who picked the game up very quickly. He did not like it as much as the kids like computer games these days but it made him concentrate. Tom's feelings towards me grew but even though I could see it his parents and other teachers never saw anything different about him, they had only ever been use to the anger. Early one evening there was a fierce banging at my flat door. I opened it to see Tom carrying a holdall. " Dad threw me out." I sat him down then called his parents. "We thought you would be calling. Tom and his father had a fight. He said he would run away. Normally he would go to his tree house but today he just run across the field. His father is still so angry." The full explanation was given. It was a silly argument that got louder and louder. When his father threatened to put him in a home he ran. "Shall I bring him back?" there was a pause for a moment. "This may be to much to ask but could he stay the night with you. I will talk to dad then between us we may be able to get a truce. It's Friday so no school tomorrow. If you agree we will see you at about 2pm for lunch." The wreck that was still crying and upset looked at me so I agreed. Sitting next to Tom I told him that he could stay the night with me. I had to be firm because he was the one who would have to make things up with his father. His holdall contained nightclothes, clean things for the morning, Toothpaste and brush. I held him to calm him down. His tears came harder as I grasped him, he wanted more than anything to be loved. I stroked his hair pulling it away from the wet forehead. It was quite away from his farm. He was sweating profusely. I ran a bath for him then left him to soak while I brought out a sleeping bag for him to sleep on. I did not see Tom for almost an hour but when I did he looked a different boy clad in a large bath towel. I sat him between my legs then fully dried his hair with another towel. His age was the stage that body odour had just started. The soapy smell was far better than when he first arrived. "Jack when we talked last you said something to me. You made me promise to do what ever you say. I failed you, I am sorry." I looked at the face. "Tom it's easy to promise but harder to keep. If I had told you to walk around class with no clothes on would you still have promised?" Hang on don't go running before you can walk. It was not a suggestion for him to do it was one of my warped suggestions that just came out. "Yes." I was not looking at him when he said that. "Yes I would have for you because I love you." I smiled "And what would you have done if I dared you to do it in front of all the children?" Tom stood up turned then allowed the bath towel to drop. I then saw him naked for the very first time. His hands touched either side of my face allowing me to place my hands on his hips. "I think you better get dressed Tom." His eyes glazed over. "But don't you want me like this?" I had to tell the truth, "Yes Tom but if I am not wrong you know this is not right." His hair almost dry was a mousy colour. His skeleton was covered with skin yes but there were muscles in all the right places. Green eyes and standing 4feet 2 inches. His genitals were just the right shape with a hint of hair either side of the penis. This was the sort of boy I could go for in a big way. I knelt on the floor. "Jack I know there could be a lot of trouble if people found out. More for you than me but people think I am stupid when all I ever wanted was help and love. You gave me all of that so this would be the perfect way to pay you back. Before you say anything:" he kissed me. Tom wanted this more tonight than I had begun to feel. "Do you not have a girlfriend Tom?" I saw the red start at his head then go right to his toes. "Jack will you do something for me?" I sat back on the chair saying if I could I would. "Can I undress you?" I sat back to answer but Toms hands began their task before I could. There was no mistaking that he had done this before. "I want you." I took a deep breath. "Tom you know what this will mean don't you?" the smile answered my question. Tom spoke; "I was 10 when a man who was working for my father let me help him on the tractor. We went everywhere. He was my first friend. One time in the barn when we had finished we found that we were all alone. He grabbed me but instead of tickling me he pulled down my shorts. I stood to get away but he pulled my pants down. For an hour he did all sorts of things to me but father caught him. He was fired. Father said it was never to be spoken about. I wanted to and that's when the fighting started. I never went to school, got so upset that Father's last words were he would send me away. One summer day the man came back. It was Mothers brother my Uncle, he was the one who did the things to me. Just before he left again I took some food to him for his journey. I told him I enjoyed it. He shouted Love you Kid. Father heard it and he hit me hard saying that I could never love another man because it was wrong. He told me why. I have an Aunt who I visit. She was the only one to tell me what had happened. He was caught and sent to prison. She understood why I cried." His story did not shock me but I listened at how cool and clear he told me what happened. The pain was so clear. I had in front of me naked an Autistic gay boy who was only looking for love. Every time he was rejected the anger spilled out. I could see how hard it was for him to talk about it to his parents. Perhaps they would never believe that their only son was Gay. Strict Fathers have a lot to do with that. Tom therefore saw in me what I had desperately been hiding from everyone. Tom's only answer was to show to me who he really was. Tom behaved as if he were just a few years old. As my hands touched him he made the sort of noises that a baby makes when it starts to talk. " Tom, You do understand though that if we carry on it is against the law and what anyone else may think it is not the right thing to do?" His finger came up against my lips. He kissed it slipping the finger away until we were in the awe of each other's bliss. With his arms around my neck tightly I thought that we would never part. "Jack can we make love, just like we both want?" he had done it again. It was as though the feeling of love had brought him to his senses. No stammering or half attempted words just crisp and clear. He felt like a baby does. That feeling of skin with a velvet consistency. I stood up and when I was finally naked led him to my bed. He lay there with his legs apart so I cold not resist taking a photo. I went to him so we could make the love he so wanted all night. The moment I saw his penis come to full stiffness I caught the million dollar shot. He came for the first time, the spurt left him breathless and I savoured it in many ways. I took that picture without aiming. It came out perfectly. That night we had each other. He had his wish and I helped it come true. I never came that night. I was just there for him and no other reason. Holding and touching we both got no sleep that night but I wonder if sleep was the last thing that had been planned. I took him back to the farm the next day. Even though he had let me dress him it was as if I was holding the hand of the boy who had found his love. I met with his mother the following Monday. His father had placed him in a special school that very morning. She wanted me to know that he went very happily. Tom asked his mother to give me a letter. "I am sorry but Father ripped it open to read it but like him I do not understand. The Note Read "Jack, Checkmate." I smiled "well you will be happy to know that it's the end of his game. He has said goodbye that's all." His mother looked withdrawn. "I thought he was going to make it." He did Mother do not worry. I made a move myself to a different part of the country. I did not think Tom leaving would hurt so much but if he could go happily then I can to. Its not checkmate Tom, White resigned. Chapter 4 to follow of Pawn to King Four Comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com Flames will be ignored and extinguished.