Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 17:48:53 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Message Chapter 1 This is part Three in a trilogy of books about a boy who becomes a boy lover, then teacher then back to the beginning as a teacher at the boarding school where this all started. It is from my imagination so it is pure fiction. This it the first chapter of the third book. It contains the love between a ban and his boys through various stages. If this offends I am sorry but its best you leave. Some countries will find this totally incorrect so do check making sure that you are not going to be in trouble. I have the copyright to this and other stories of mine. If you wish to use them for any reason then do please ask. This request is for fee-paying sites also. Peter Collins was the boy who's life changed when his internal clock told his brain that he would begin to become attracted to boys. No matter what he allowed the truth to come forth falling in love when the law had said this was wrong. The Message. Chapter 1 I was sad to go home. Well you can see I made the decision to go back to England. I was going to take the position of Secondary teacher of English at the Boarding school that had done so much to help me. I had a great party. Edwards's parents arranged all this. He was staying. It was a last minute choice. His Dad was moving on and Mum was to stay in America with her son. There were tantrums but no matter what happened I fought with him as his parents so that he would understand this was going to be another stage in his life. I could have been real nasty but how could I expand on the fact that they were taking my boy, who I loved, away from me? His Mother was so kind. "Peter sex is not everything. You have been very important to Edward. I hope you find another who you can share your love with while they need and appreciate just what is happening." I talked long and hard to Edward making it sure he could come to me for a holiday. I was promised. We both read the letter explaining what I would be expected to do, now a teacher. I left America on March the 15th. I remember this because I was hugged and kissed openly at the airport before being given a book all about The Roman's. Poor Caesar, he was killed on the Ides of March also known as the 15th. The cover read, Caesar died this day but our love will last for eternity. Edward. I never thought I would read it but the flight was long. Inside was a hidden cover. I waited to open it when I got to School. After almost 24 hours I arrived at the school where I was once a boy. Things had changed in a year. All the buildings had been renovated while every teacher now had a cottage in the ground. Mine was furthest from the school. It was a bit smaller than the flat I had but my own bedroom was much cosier than the room I had as a prefect. I was shown around then taken to the prep room where I would teach 10 boys who were falling behind in the work that they and others were doing. I had the boys' files. They had mad it sounds bad when his words of, "Either you will have to teach them or we will have to let them go. This school is built upon education. Parents pay, but, if their children will not learn we have no choice these days." I met the prefects and yes I did wonder if any of them were like me when I was there. I was given the full tour but realised that all that changed was a coat of paint and new bedding. The bell even made the same sound to tell the boys that tea was ready. I sat watching from the top table boys talking and doing the same things I had done. I was given a key to my cottage where I had a box. I forgot to mention this. It had a phone in and also the bell to call a boy to collect messages. The prefect introduced me to him. I gathered he was new. I had seen the fear in boys' eyes before. Saying hello was a bit wayward with me now so I reached out to shake hands. The very sweaty palm held mine. When the prefect said that shaking hands was not approved of I told him that as a teacher I think I knew what was good and not good for the boys. "You can go now. I have some books to list then I will walk, oh I forgot to ask? What is your name?" "David." "I will walk David back for showers or a bath at 7pm, unless that has changed for new boys." The prefect seemed to me someone who I was going to not get to like. I called the Headmaster asking his advice. He told me that would be fine as school rules go but I had the ability to make rules of my own for my class. He spoke to the prefect. The phone went down. "Just before you go Mr Walsh could I have a word?" We both went to the kitchen. "I take it you know I am an ex boy of this school and now I am also a master. You will take orders from me. If it hurts your feelings then tough, I hope we can either be friends of you can loose your prefects badge and I will choose my own. I say this quietly because I think it would be wrong to speak like this in front of the boy." I got a quick verbal "I understand." As he was leaving he heard me shout, "David make the tea. Two cups and the biscuits are in the cupboard." I called the master on night call to say I had a boy helping me with books but would be back in time for lights out. Now I think its time for a laugh. David was dressed as if he were a small Russian boy who's parents believed that warm clothing were better than quality. "David Church. Age 11. Parents are diplomats. He is good at most things but his test's show him to be backwards, known to the school to be tearful so homesickness will be ignored. Prefects have been asked to take good care of him but seems to prefer his loneliness." I looked at the door when he came through with two cups of tea. His shoes and socks were looking like those after a days use. His coat was grey and thick going over his Knees. It was buttoned up tight to his neck while his head was covered in a hat with earflaps tied under his chin. "So where does one get a hat like yours?" I got a laugh. "Mum got it but when it's cold I like it the best." I agreed with his thinking. He began to relax. His hat and coat were hung up and I could see that David was now feeling much better. "Do you get on with the prefects of are they nasty? Before you answer I give you my word that what ever you say I will not repeat, not even to the headmaster." David looked at me while he drank. "It was after the first night here. I cried." I told him that I did that when I was a boy. Better to agree rather than sound bigheaded with a lie. "A boy came to see if I was alright. It was like having a brother. He stayed all night with me so I felt so much better. On bed check they saw us together. The prefects now make me sleep in a side room because they said my crying would wake or upset the others. One called me a Willy watcher. I did not understand but said no. Since then I have been unhappy but Mum will come in a few weeks and I will ask her to take me home" "I understand David." "A boy called Jay tried to help me but it was his last time at school. He left so Walsh took over." Things went quiet. "I will take care of this. From today you will be my helper and because you are in my class it will be me who makes things right. Has any of the prefects or other boys done things to you that upset you?" This boy was uncomfortable. "I can tell they have but lets have more tea." I was sitting with him when I heard a familiar story. Walsh saw Jay helping David. When Jay left he said that he would be in the side room just so that he could do things to the boy. It was a choice. Agree or be humiliated. David was very upset. I told him about what happened to me when I was a boy. The difference was that the boy who did it to me was very nice so I did not mind. I had met nasty boys and they had been expelled from the school. He was not to worry now. It was almost 6pm. I had to show someone how to cook crumpets or things would not be the same. I watched him make a fine job of it so we had eats with our tea. In the box near the door I found a book. "David would you try and read some of this to me? "What is it?" "Its called Moby Dick. Its about a white whale." David sat with me and read very well I kept an eye on the clock giving him the reassuring hug while he read. I had a hand on his trousers while he read moving a finger over the front of them beginning to feel the small lump getting harder and harder with each stroke. I was going to open his zip but saw the time. "Better stop for tonight." "Can I read again for you?" I placed a hand on his head. "That all depends." I helped him dress to go out then walked him back to the house. I told him to wash then come and see me. I was home. I watched all the boys in various stages of dress bounce past me "Hello sir." Then off they went. David came to me with just his towel on. "Go get your clothes from the side room then take it to the spare bed in Dormitory 3" David ran, the towel fell and his bottom wobbled when he grabbed his towel again and collected his things. I saw Mr Walsh whom I told what was happening. He did try to argue but lost after I told him I knew what he had been doing. David went back to his old bed and I met the boys in class C. They all shared the same room. I did take Moby Dick but asked David to start from the beginning again. I closed the door almost and the 10 boys started to listen to the book I had read then heard read by so many. It was late when I said goodnight but promised that all the time they worked hard I would try and read another chapter. I tucked them all in. David smiled, as he was the last. "Do not stop next time. I will wear shorts. That will make it easier." Right or wrong I kissed him. "Now then who wants a kiss goodnight?" "URGH-NO." I walked home to the cottage knowing I had a lot of reading to do. My class contained four, ten-year olds. Four, eleven-year olds. One of 12 then one of 14. I did not like the way they were described. Boys who have yet to find a place. This is their last term to do well. I picked up the book about the Roman's. The page stuck down I opened. There was Edward in his birthday suit. "Peter this is so you never forget what your love really looks like." It was the weekend so most boys went home. I saw David so we decided to spend the day together working. He was bright enough. After lunch he came to my cottage to do more reading. I saw that he was weak when it came to that. Rather than Moby Dick we tried something easier. We sat together so that if he had problems I could help. I had a series of books by Enid Blyton so started with those. About 1 in twenty words he had problems with so I had the answer. He had his school shirt and trousers on so it was just like a lesson. I listened while he read. I checked the windows and doors to eliminate the sun. I rested my hand on his trousers while he read. When he did well my finger gave the appropriate pressure to the small lump causing it to swell. I almost forgot him reading when I found a belt. I did with difficulty open it then uh-hook his trousers, David looked at me then continued to read. I took the metal top of the zip and pulled it out then down. His shirt was free. He did stutter when my cool hand slipped under the shirt and rest upon his tummy. I begged him to read. He did. My hand was moving all over his chest giving each nipple a pinch as I passed. He never had buttons on his shirt they were poppers. I pulled the material each side letting the stud poppers open. His chest was bare. David saw me looking at him. His reading continued. I knelt upon the floor and opened his legs. I could see his shorts under the opened trousers. I had to push him back while I viewed further. He lifted the book to read easier so I tugged his shoes off. I took the book and placed it on his lap. Pulling him forwards I lifted his shirt away resting it on a chair nearby. "Shall I stop David?" "No its okay but shall I keep reading?" I told him to do as he wished. He never lifted the book up again. I closed it up, took his hand then lifted him up. For a few minutes I told David just what he made me feel. The trousers slipped but not over his hips just yet. His blue and white stripe shorts were clear to see. I lifted each foot removing his sock from each. I tugged the trousers and they fell to the ground. David stepped out of them. With my arms around him I engulfed this boy breathing in the aroma that a boy so young can give. I was deliberate when I held the semi hard lump in his shorts saying though very stupidly "I really want that." I sat on the chair leaving David standing just away from me. I held out a hand for him to hold. David's flesh, soft and tender touched each finger before our hands locked. I pulled his shorts forwards so that I could see inside. I saw it. The shorts dropped. Smooth flesh, skin without a fold. I lifted him up; his arm went round my neck. "Would you like to come to my bed for a while?" He never said a word. His smile like a sign in the sun. "Yes." Being grown up I did start to think about things that no child enjoying itself would. I took his shorts with us and dressed him. Yes I did dress him because a question had formed in my head that needed an answer. "David, you told me about the single room and what the prefects did if they wanted. You did say that you did not like it. Well here you are with me happily, I think, undressing allowing me to do just what I want. It must be almost the same as the prefects. Why me and smile?" "The difference is you asked me. The others just did it. I know what force is." I sat while David was on my bed, his arms and head resting happily upon the pillows. I spoke to him wondering about his school clothing. David laughed at me. "Its made for me like all the other boys now. All our shirts have studs to match our shorts. To play we have either jeans or sports clothing. I even have my under clothing made. My sister says I am a designer boy. She wears designer dresses so I get some things." I looked at him twitching his nose while the skin he had was never seen to move. "Yesterday when I read, you touched me. It was alright. I had a question that I was too scared to ask you but never mind. Still, why did you stop at my zip?" I was so silly. I told David how he made me feel. How I wanted him to be. You now have only just gone that bit further. I had never seen anything about him that made my heart flutter but the thought of a boy on my bed allowing me to remove his designer clothing, now that's got to be a top thought. I was so gentle. When my face drew level with his the kiss was an explosion. Every piece of flesh was kissed or teased. I was such a pure twit. I had told him, He knew, he wished like I did, but like beneficiaries of our first love we behaved like kids. David brought up girls and sex that made my older part shrivel from its stiffened state. I brought up boys with boys and sex. David curious could not see the benefit. "David you have just your shorts on. What should I do? I could undress like you or you could undress me just as I did you." It was a while with me by the bed watching David and the tent forming under the one piece of material that he had left upon his person. David stood on the bed; he then started to remove my clothes. He was slow and clearly not use to this. He started to gather pace. David was not scared but he did not want to stop. The moment we both were on the bed things changed. I took his shorts down getting him so close to how I wanted him to be on the first day. I asked him if he was safe but no words came back. Together we held each other on this bed so the choice had been made. I was not rough but I had him. I smiled at him when he dropped on top of me. It was all new. I was soft with him when I started to kiss; he just shook with either fear or happiness. Not a spot just a hand that was able to cover the tent pole taking the skin hearing the gasps when I did. David was slow but did the same to me. I asked him what he wanted hoping that he knew just what I could do to please him. I was to forward because I told him just what we could do. I know he heard because the single sound of "Really?" echoed through the room. How did he make me feel? I was hard. Just a few strokes then I would have exploded. I had to do this first. He opened his legs wide while I rubbed. He never looked but made sounds that I had never heard. When the orgasm hit David shook so violently that he cried. I kissed the dry shock but his actions begged for more. I just lifted him to me. While he was still I replaced the shorts. David took his time to express his thanks in a way of a child who had had his fill. For about an hour we rested. I saw a small wet patch on the shorts but no fear after what we had done. It was easy to dress us both but hard to say there was more to what we had done if that's what he wanted. David made no attempt to add the removed clothing so sat in the stripped shorts looking at me. I told him that I wish he could have stayed, David wandered to me and our afternoon ended with a kiss. I just added some shorts then went back with him. School was not going to start for 24 hours. David asked if there was a rule for a pupil to stay with a teacher who was helping him to read. The head asked me how I felt? "If the school does not mind then I will do all I could to help." David showered and changed then we made our way to tea. That evening when we got to my cottage David asked me out right. "Sir you did say that boys can love boys, just as boys and girls. What about boys with a man? I'd like to start with Enid Blyton. Will you be the one to show me that I no longer have to be scared? Comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com The Message Part 2 the smile had returned to follow. Flames ignored and extinguished.