Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2001 14:11:14 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: The Silent member Part 1 This is a story of the imagination. I think that we all have within us the power to make the Imagination sound almost true. I have nothing to do with this except I wrote it. The normal warnings do apply to this story being it contains a story of a man and boy/s. Please be careful and check that it is legal to read in your area. I have the copyright so if you wish to print or uses please do ask. Fee paying site will automatically be excluded. I am dyslexic so my computer does all the work. After scanning this story to its memory I am told its best to come without any changes. My proofreaders agree. I hope you enjoy. Comments to shakesbeer@ureach..com The Silent Member Part 1. The call woke Chris up as he lay in the armchair after a full days work. He was not expecting any calls that evening. He wandered to the phone staggering past chairs and a half full can of beer. He was not drunk but the tiredness had left him with partial blurred vision. His feet found the many legs of the furniture that was in the pathway to the phone. Various involuntary profanities escaped his lips before he picked up the phone. "Hello is that Mr Christopher Harris?" He acknowledged that he was while hopping to take away the pain in his small toe. Isn't it strange that no matter what happens when you rush the smallest part of your body always takes a bashing? Though the brain coming to terms with what was being said he was not prepared for the worst. "Sorry to call so late but we have you on our list as a short term Foster care." Chris shivered at the thought. It had been over a year since he was called to help before. He had hoped that his name had been lost and other people had been elevated to the top of the carers and he would never be asked again. He was a bachelor who saw a list at his works. He signed it thinking he wanted the other's to see he was not afraid to take part but being alone he would never be asked. In the last 2 years he was called upon to help more times than he ever thought. "This is the welfare here. We have taken into care a boy of 12. He is not talking to us at the moment. May we come and see you please?" I would have loved to say no but the pain in my toe seem to prevent it. Do not ask me how because even to this day I do not know why. Well that was the start of it. Me hopping about trying to clean up, as though I had an inspection to pass. If anyone had passed my window they would have laughed constantly. Hopping with a Hover was never my strong point. It was about 30 minutes before the people arrived. The house was a mess, so was I. Well by my standards. " Hello Mr Harris I am Patricia Cooper. I am so sorry to have called so late but we have a bit of a problem. 2 hours ago a boy wandered into a police station. He cannot speak and we no nothing about him. A doctor has checked him over and given him a clean bill of health. We have to make enquiries. He looks empty and lost. Being that he is not ill we cannot keep him in hospital and being that he has not been hurt we are at a loss. You are on our list, we have not called upon you for your help in a long time. Would you help us now?" Chris thought for a while then suggested that he meet the boy as a start. It was a few minutes before coming through the door was a boy younger looking than 12. He sat in the chair with a care worker. Miss Cooper went to speak Chris cut her off. "What have we hear?" With a finger under his chin he lifted his face so he could look into his eyes. Several strands of hair hung low. Chris parted them so the boy looked respectable. " I will call you Mouse." The boy looked at Chris then turned away. "Hey mouse you like cheese? I'll tell you what. I will let this mouse go look around and if you get hungry the kitchen is in there. Don't make any holes in the wall because I have a nice bed that you can sleep on. Its all fluffy." Chris took the boys hand and lifted him up. He said so all could hear, "Off you go and look around. The Television is in the other room but I am not sure what mice like to watch." Mouse wandered off. Miss Cooper was grateful and left with the other care worker after a bag was given to Chris. The bag contained all new clothing clearly packed because the mouse had said nothing at all. Chris followed the mouse. He was methodical in the way he went about things. In the kitchen, he looked and touched almost everything. Even the tiles around the sink that had flowers on them were not left out. Chris Sat watching little mouse wander about; He did look as if he was lost. "Mouse you will be staying with me for a few days to keep me company." Chris took his hand and thought the mouse was holding it tightly. He took him to his bedroom and watched again as mouse looked at everything. He managed to sit on the bed and became very still. A little girl had last used the room almost a year ago. Chris took out a sheet followed by a quilt and its cover. The cover was a huge picture of a cat. "Oh dear we have a problem mouse. He held up the cover to show him the cat. "Mice do not like cats so we have to find another." Mouse took the cover and spent time looking at it. Mouse then started to put the cover on the quilt. He was so tidy about doing that. It became clear that he had done this before. Well the bed was set for my little mouse so I thought a bath would be best before bed. I would make a drink and tuck him in. I ran a bath while mouse looked in the mirror. "I think you can wash yourself. I will get some bed clothes for you." I was not sure what they had brought with them so went to look and unpack. It was a good bag full but no pyjamas so a tee shirt and some shorts would have to do for tonight. Taking them into the bathroom Mouse was still standing there in the same place as I left him. I never said a word but started to undress him. I never looked at him but after I removed his shorts I lifted the little mouse and slowly immersed him into the bath. He never moved all the while I washed him. I used bubble bath so that he was covered in foam. With eyes and a nose showing he began to change. His hair was becoming lighter and the grime that had encrusted his flesh disappeared so that a different mouse got out of the bath. Standing before me was a pure gem if ever I had seen one. I placed powder on the parts that I do then I dressed him. A quick comb and he was done. Mouse even stood watching me clean the tidemark that was left on the bath. Hand in hand we went to the kitchen for a drink. I made a big fuss about what mouse would like even to the extent of making 4 separate things for him to choose. He took a cup of tea, which was different considering that there was coke, milk and chocolate on offer. I locked all the doors with my keys just in case and showed mouse my room. "I sleep in here so if you need anything just come and wake me. I sat with him for about an hour trying to play the guessing game but nothing came forth. I was still no further into getting to know anything about him since he first turned up. I tucked him into bed and asked mouse if he would like a kiss goodnight. No answer so I kissed the tip of his nose and told him he would be all right here so not to worry and call me if he was scared. I was about to turn in myself when Miss cooper rang to ask how things were. I told here what we had done. She sounded very pleased but was no further at her end at finding out who mouse really was. I was quiet and in a way was hoping to hear Mouse cry. But far from that it was as quiet as a mouse. I could not get that face from my mind. They thought he was 12. The report said he might have had a traumatic experience. The following page was empty. I could add no more because all I knew was mouse was installed into a new home for now and was resting. Time passed and at midnight I checked to find the bed empty. I checked the windows but found nothing. When I went into my room there on the carpet in a ball fast asleep was mouse. I lifted him up and lay him on my bed I did not want to take the chance he would wake up in his room tonight and find the place empty. He was a bit heavier than before but I was careful not to wake him. I lay beside mouse wondering what to do. I could not help but hold onto him tight so that when and if he woke early he new that he was not alone. Bed is a time for sleeping but it was I who could not sleep in any way or form. I heard a gentle whisper "I think mouse needs to use the toilet." I was surprised but I did not want to hesitate to long in case he could not make it. I got up and led mouse to the bathroom where I left him. A gentle trickle could be heard and I thought it would never stop. It did but it also went very quiet. I looked around the door to see mouse had fallen asleep sitting upon the toilet. I lifted him up and managed to get his shorts up. I carried him back to bed where I managed to tuck him in. I got in the other side allowing mouse and I to sleep now with ease. It was not I who woke first the next day. Mouse was sitting up when I turned over. "Hello and good morning mouse." I said. He looked puzzled. "Who are you?" With an arm around his shoulder I told him but said he could call me anything he liked. "Good morning Chris. How long has this mouse been here?" I told him what had happened but he could not remember. Mouse went to his room and brought back his trousers. They were in a bad state of disrepair. In the back pocket was a locket that was tarnished; in fact it was almost black. This is mouse's friend. I opened it up to see another boy who was dressed in a school uniform and looked very smart. I wondered why this had not been spotted before. On the locket were the initials M.O.S. "Look it is like Mouse. Is that I?" I looked hard and began to notice similarities. The picture was of a younger boy so could possibly be a young mouse. I told him we had new clothes for him and hand in hand we went to choose some things to wear. He chooses some white socks shirt with the word Zoo in the front. Three quarter length shorts and briefs nearly the same colour. Finally trainers, which made him, look very smart indeed. I got my camera taking several pictures so that they may be used by the people who were trying to find out who he was. Miss Cooper arrived not long after. And she was still none the wiser as to who he was. "It's been almost 2 days and we know nothing. He has never spoken so we are at a loss." I offered her a drink. She looked very grateful for some liquid relief. "Mouse will make some tea for you." Her look said it all. "Mouse!" He came in looking immaculate. "Yes Chris." Miss Cooper grabbed her notebook. "He is speaking." I explained just how it happened, giving her the locket to look at. "Here is your Tea, would you like milk or sugar, maybe both." She looked at mouse and said, "Just Milk please." Mouse bounced to get the milk talking as he went saying just how pleased he was that the milk would be used. "Cats like milk so if it's all gone no cats will come here." Mouse pounced upon my lap so this gave miss Cooper the chance to ask some questions. "What is your name and where do you live Mouse?" He laughed. "I am mouse and I live here with Chris. He is my friend." I tried to tell mouse that that was today so who was he and where did he live yesterday. The boy squashed up against me and began to whimper. Something had obviously happened. Miss Cooper drank the tea then took the films and the locket saying she would be back in a few days but earlier if she has found anything else. Mouse was sitting in the chair when I approached him. I could see he had not realised what he had said to Miss Cooper. "Mouse I want you to answer me a few questions. They are very important." All I got was a gentle nod. I managed to ask who he was and what had happened. "I am mouse." He looked at me then after a while I did get the answers I had been looking for. "My name is Anthony marshal. I am almost 12. I lived with my granny but several weeks ago I could not wake her up. I think she is dead. She had looked after me for a year and now there is no one." With an arm around his shoulders I asked more questions, he answered. "My mum took drugs and my dad left her so we were alone. I had a lot of uncles that stayed with mum but I did not like them. Mum asked me to help her. I did but I did not like the things I did. One-day mum was different and made me let one of my uncles' sleep with me after they had an argument. He was kind but did things that made me cry. From then on he preferred to sleep with me. One day he gave mum some money after he got up and they had the biggest fight I had ever seen. Mum took a carrier bag put some things in it and took me to my granny's. I have never seen her since, and now granny's gone. I just walked about looking for the uncle who was kind to me. I tried to go home but the house was all boarded up." I got his address. It was over 30 miles away. I told Miss cooper straight away. She was astounded at the story. That evening she had got the sorry story of Anthony's life. She visited me. Both parents were now dead and the Granny had a stroke and was in a care home. It was to be arranged that he be admitted to a children's home where a psychiatrist would look after his welfare. Now don't get me wrong but the thought of Anthony having nobody but being hauled into a strange home was the bit I found hard to agree upon. I suggested to Miss Cooper that Anthony might stay with me and I would go to the Psychiatrist. It was not the first choice because of policies. "I will have to check up on this. The boy might be to much to handle." I called out for mouse, opps, Anthony to get me a drink if he would be so kind. "Miss Cooper if he felt happy to talk to me what difference is a Children's home and a Psychiatrist. He must be comfortable here to have spoken. I will report anything he says and will agree to any orders the children's department make. I only want the best for him. I am a short-term foster carer so I have little time. Please give the boy a chance to settle before you uproot him into a strange place once again. The boy," A sudden noise brought things to an end when we all heard, "Boy my name is Mouse or Anthony. It is my life and I have been living rough for a month so don't I get a say?" The adults in the room looked at each other but no one except me looked at Anthony until I said, "Well the mouse has made a decision. The people from the children's department got up to leave. They had decided to give it a few days to see if Anthony opened up to me any more. I made some food for us both and was pleased to see it disappear quickly. We washed up after our fill and relaxed in the living room with a drink. I became quite confident asking Anthony more questions about his life. " I am not that good at saying what happened because I do not know how people would take it." I told him that he could tell me anything and only if he said I would tell anyone else. "I had a nice time until mum took the drugs then I had to do everything for myself. The uncles would come and see me saying I had to be quiet while they were with Mum. One-day mum was asleep after taking something when Uncle Jim turned up. It was late so he helped with some work I had to do for school. It was great. He even gave me a bath. I did not mind but when he started to wash the parts that I always did myself it became strange. I was enjoying it. When I finished he dried me off then put me to bed without my night things. He said good night turned off the light but instead of going he closed the door undressed and got into bed with me." I could see he was having a hard time talking now so told Anthony he did not need to go on but he did. "I saw him undress before he got in my bed. He told me he would stay there until Mum woke up. I did not mind that but his hand was touching me again. He held my dinky and made it go hard. Throwing back the covers I saw him touching it. I was feeling nice and that's when Mum walked in. Uncle Jim got up and went to her. He was naked with his wallet open trying to give mum some money. She went mad screaming at him. All Jim did was dress leaving some money on top of my cupboard. Mum called me a poof. I was left alone. The next morning I was sent to Granny's with a bag and a letter. The money had gone but I was upset when Granny cried all the time she read the letter. I was told this was all down to Mum and her drugs. I missed Jim. All the time I stayed at Granny's I would go looking around to see if I could see him but I never did. Then one afternoon I found Granny on the floor, she never moved. I then knew I had to find Jim but never did. I lost my way and almost got run over I then stopped talking nothing ever came out till now." I sat and listened. The only thing I could say was, "And so you ended up here with me." Anthony came and sat in my lap. He was in-between being happy and hysterical. " Have my family all gone now?" I explained about his Granny, I also told him what I was told about his parents. "Well Anthony Mouse looks like it's just me and you. I do not take drugs and I like you being here. This was the first time I had seen him smile. It was getting late so I said I would make a drink while he had a bath. I started to pour the milk when a scream shattered the silence in the kitchen. I ran to the bathroom to see Anthony standing by the bath in tears. He had done what most male children do once in their life. The zip had caught his penis. The tears were awful. I could see what had happened. Gently I held the zip and pulled it apart allowing his penis freedom from the pain. When it happened I checked him over. All that remained was a miniscule cut on the flesh. The tears stopped quite quickly. I helped him remove his shorts so there would be no reoccurrence of the accident he had before. With some waterproof cream I placed some on the cut. The inevitable happened he became erect. Standing now head back looking at the ceiling I slipped the briefs off Anthony and in one swift move his shirt. I had seen him naked but the dirt covered most of him. Now it was different. A tear stained face looked into my eyes. I lifted him into the bath gently immersing him so that the cut did not sting too much. I got up to go back to the kitchen. "Please do not go Uncle Chris." I never thought of being an uncle but I had never though I would ever be looking after a young boy whose life up to now had been a mixture of pain and pleasure. I did stay and washed his hair. I once again said how beautiful he was because it was as though a second layer of the dirt he first had come off. "Jim washed me. Is it wrong to like being washed? I mean he washed me all over. Can it be so wrong after all Dad did that to me? Not often, Jim was so gentle I never wanted him to stop." I started to think that I was beginning to get into some areas that I could not answer. "Uncle Chris is I a Poof because I slept with Uncle Jim?" I had a swift question. "Mouse what's a Poof? Okay this brought a huge laugh from the Mouse "Oh Chris it's someone who lets someone touch their Dinky and body. Two boys, you know." I smiled at his simplistic description of a child view of homosexuality. "Well Mouse, Anthony. You slept in my bed last night so does that make me a poof?" He never spoke for a while until he stood up to dry. "Did you touch me as well?" I laughed and hugged him. "No little Mouse I cuddled you for most of the night so you got some sleep." I wrapped the towel around him and started to dry him off. "I do not mind if you did because you are my friend." With that he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I returned the gesture. The thought that, I wish, had just then entered my mind. I managed to get Anthony his bedtime drink. Nothing more was said to each other, He needed no help at getting into bed tonight but his kiss brought out a more loving response as I tucked him in. I went to my typewriter and began to write down all he had said. The thoughts of what happened made me keep certain parts out until I had time to make sure mouse was happy at others knowing. It took me almost three hours to get the chat down upon paper clicking continuous as if I were a Woodpecker. I started to think about what would happen if I carried out the actions of Uncle Jim. My mind was saying, "Who would it hurt." On the other hand I was in fear that I might not be able to stop myself. The papers, almost word for word, and our conversation neatly in the folder I made my way to bed. I looked in upon Anthony who was asleep on top of the duvet. He was laying with his hands behind his neck, on his back and legs apart. As I moved to cover him up I noticed the tent in the shorts. I wondered what he was dreaming. There was a slight whimper as he breathed out. I stood so silent watching as he moved a hand into his shorts. I stopped, thinking it would be best to leave. Pulling the front of his shorts down slightly he grasped his penis. The erection was willing to be touched. He gently stroked himself until the breathing became louder and louder. There was a chair near to the bed and I sat in it watching. I do not know why but I found myself enjoying the act going on. The name Jim echoed from him several time's until a final "Uncle Chris please, I want you to do it. I do not mind." I did not realise until Anthony said those words that I had an erection as well. As soon as I noticed I left the room. I undressed and went to bed. Horrific thoughts went through me. I do not know how long I was there but a cry made me return to his room. Anthony was almost naked now and the sounds were pleasure not pain as his hands were moving speedily over his whole body. I tried to leave but the chair beckoned once again. It was magnetic watching him. I was about to get up and go when for some reason I got up from the chair and sat at the bottom of the bed. I have never been attracted to boys but this ones action did something to me. His shorts were around his knees. Shirt opened, so enjoying what he was doing. I remember his legs were apart when I first saw him when I checked. I carefully pulled the bottom of the shorts until they moved down to his ankles. He never woke up at all. I tugged a little further and I was sitting on his bed with the shorts in my hands. Things seemed to change slightly. Anthony opened his legs. His hands started to stroke his chest moving the shirt open as far as it would go. Every now and again a finger would come into contact with his penis. His nipples were treated to some of the action now but he never forgot the parts that gave him the most enjoyment. "Uncle will you do something to me?" His eyes were closed so the dream he was having was increasing in reality. Why, I have never been able to answer but I reached forwards until my fingers came into contact with his penis. The heat coming from it was enormous. I stroked it and he never moved away from his chest. Between finger and thumb I rubbed it gently. His body bucked up and down. I never wanted to stop but all of a sudden he arched off of the bed and slowly descended back down. I could fell a wet mess beginning to form between my thumb and finger. I let go and wiped my digits upon his shorts. His actions became less and less until all the motions had stopped. I could not cover him up so took my gown off and covered Little Mouse up. I quietly got up and left the room "Thank you Uncle I Love you. Please do not let anyone know I love you." I went to bed and drifted in and out of sleep thinking what had happened. When the sun was up I was awoke by a nude little mouse wearing only an open shirt and my gown. The Silent Member Part 2 to follow shaksbeer@ureach.com Comments welcome Flames extinguished.