Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 14:57:00 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Message Chapter 5 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 Fifth chapter of the third book in the Trilogy. 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. His 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 5. Benjamin has a Secret. It was the birds that awoke me the next day, there he was, and close but not so close that I was unable to breath. I want this part of my story, to say, and then evoke, how I was feeling that morning of the Sun. The cover's or should I say Early made Duvet had fallen to the ground. Like a one eyed pirate I could see the treasure I had managed to steal the day before. I smiled. Treasure, yes. Stolen, No. Rhyan was the precious jewel given freely the day before. I had to act all full of sorrow because I had kept the boy all night instead of taking him back for late night call. The Master on duty was happy to allow the boy extra time restoring my books. Like a vast number of places questions would have been asked. I had a valid reason to have the boy; I also had a spare bed. There he was. Uncurled, so straight. Naked, this boy was without any fear in the world. I begged for the ability to paint the beauty. Alas I was someone who lacked the ability to catch perfection in either watercolours or oil's. My limit was the odour that boys exude for 24 hours a day. I ran a hand over each and every disc of his spine. The bottom lifted so that the soft skin would fight my fingers for attention. We were one. I cannot describe the sensations when the boy who was openly new to the word love contacted my skin. "I love you!" This was to last for almost an hour when we touched. I was there to help the boys read yet no words could match what our eyes could see and our hearts could feel. I did not want to make love to him. I wanted to catch what was left over from the night before. Rhyan found parts of me to explore. He even adjusted his stance so that when he kissed it was because he needed and wanted to. Books about boy lovers said that they would do all they could to control the situation. I just let Rhyan know that it was true. I did love him. I would begin to wonder if anyone had shown this kind of contact to him before. It was so silly. I had the chance to get answers to things that might not be needed. "Well now boy. How do you feel?" "Well sir I am still scared. It was very nice." I gave him the go ahead to call me Peter. I would be happy with that. Rhyan was happy? I never asked why he was happy; I just accepted that things were going to be better for him. "I was thinking that if Lukas had been as gentle like you maybe, just maybe it would have been easier to have kissed him. Do you think that would have happened Peter?" I could not answer. I took the boy so he could wash. I helped him dress then made our way back to school for breakfast. Zack's face was the one who could tell what happened. Rhyan became part of the class. David said sorry for going a bit to far with Rhyan but I could tell that the boys were set to be friends. It was going to be a class of achievers. They all started to read well and this forced some boys to advance while others kept trying. I had a tough time with one boy because he could not see that things had changed. One night reading I saw the difference. The other masters complimented me on how the boys had made great efforts. On the way home I sneaked to the kitchen for some extra tea having run out. Almost to my cottage I dropped my book. Inside there was a letter. I took it then made tea, just to read it. The letter was from a boy who made reading very hard. His name was Benjamin. "Sir I need your help. My parent has told me that I do not go to this school anymore. I get good exam results but I will have to go back to my old school. My brother's go there. I like it here and do very well at Mathematics. Could you help me?" I helped the secretary with some filing then asked to see his records. The reason I gave was that I would be trying to help him with extra reading when in my class. To that day I had never met this boy. He was a sculpture, seen but not heard, so I needed all the help he could get. Benjamin was an A1 pupil. Grades were all above normal including reading yet he was going to be removed. There was more to this than I could see. I was like a detective all week but got no further. It was the Matron who let the cat out of the bag. "Benjamin is an old teachers son. He is a very good student. Well, now keep this to yourself, we had a cook, she was very young. One night a boy went to the kitchen and found the teacher with the cook on the floor. He was asked to leave and the whole thing hushed up. Benjamin's mother tried but cannot afford the fees. He will have to go. No matter what the answer no one can find the solutions. I see you got my letter in your book. I told the boy to give it to you. That Lukas character was taught a lesson and I hear you had something to do with that so can you help him?" I called Benjamin to one side. "This is going to be very hard work. At the moment I cannot see an answer." "Sir the boys all say that you helped them. Like them, I will do whatever it takes if you help me." I need to tell you something now. At a boarding school all pupils keep together. They help each other. It's called, growing up. I could not see the answer. I even had David and Rhyan tell me that they would not be free to help me if I could not help. Blackmail at any scale was wrong. I called my class together. "You all know me?" "You love boys." I shouted at Jimmy for telling the truth. At that very moment I cried in front of the boys including Benjamin. "I am so sorry. I am trying but you boys know I wont hurt you like you are hurting me just now." "Sir." said Rhyan, I will come stay with you tonight." "Is that all you think I want from you? How about you thinking of a way to help Benjamin? It will not be so hard for me." I wrote a letter to Benjamin's mother. We met. She did not live far from the school. She went into great detail about why she could not afford to keep her son at the school. "He can go with his brothers at the comprehensive." "We had a restaurant until my husband ran off with the school cook. Money is tight and something has to give." I had a long chat with the headmaster telling him about the boys fight to keep a friend at the school. He was all for anything that would accomplish the problem. Our meeting lasted for two hours. I told the boys that the headmaster wanted to hear from them in class. Mrs Clark, Benjamin's mother was invited. The meeting was made for after tea. Tea was plain and unfulfilling as usual so the boys got the class in a circle. The head and Mrs Clark arrived while all the boys waited to be heard. Every boy spoke wishing that Benjamin could stay. The Head pointed out that the school was fee paying. Mrs Clark was upset at having to say how poor they now were so her son would have to leave. Now it was my turn "Sorry to but in Headmaster but might I make a suggestion. Everyone knows that it was due to the school cook that has forced this situation to come about. Well could Mrs Clark not be offered the cooks job having run a restaurant herself. Not only would she have the right knowledge about costing but who better than to feed children a healthy diet but a mother?" The room was silent. "Staff as I understand get to school their children free but her older children would see her every night and have to learn to grow up just that little bit quicker. If you agree sir my class will stop hassling me then with this result everyone will be happy. Even you and your diminishing waistband Headmaster." The Headmaster looked at Mrs Clark, "Well then what do you say to giving it a try?" The humble woman agreed. "Right lets go talk food. You boys can get some work done." Benjamin ran to see his Mother while the classroom erupted in cheers and clapping. I found my armchair then demanded calm. Benjamin ran back to his seat just before I sat back having decided that Moby Dick was time for a return. As I closed the door to the classroom after prep, Benjamin caught me up. "Mum said it would be okay with her if I stayed the night. I just have to go home and change for tomorrow. "Oh Mr Collins shall I drop Ben off with you. I was told that you deal with the boys at night." I agreed. It took about 30 minutes before I heard the door. Benjamin was waiting with his bag. "Sir call me Ben, please." We went to get the boys bathed then ready for bed. Zack took Ben to help him while I had one of the quietest nights I could remember. I had everything done and asked Zack to read one chapter just for tonight. "Sir, We are all very sorry. For so long we have had to ask prefects for things. Well you know what happened. They made it happen to Ben, even though he went home. He was left in a room. I speak for all of us when I say thank you." Ben walked to me. I got a kiss. "That's from me for doing what no one else thought could happen." Ben whispered, "I did mean it when I said I would do what some of the others have." I went to tuck everyone in while the big White Whale spotted yet another boat to attack. I went at the end with Zack and Ben for some tea. "Did I smell an extra cup?" Rhyan popped his head around the corner. "Peter!" I had the thirsty boy in my lap. Ben laughed. "You see Ben not one boy would have given me a hug if I had not helped you. Rhyan looked at me. "I could not last long without a hug from the one I love. Zack understood but Ben had a smile. "Rhyan is Sir your Dad?" "No. Why do you ask?" "Well teachers children get to come here free, I just thought." "Ben all the boys I know are mine. I need to check on the prefects. Zack will you explain?" I checked the prefects. Their room was immaculate all of them were in bed while a small jacket had been sent in so that braid could be sown on it. It was a gift to Zack being the new prefect. "Sir there will be no more, well you know what I mean." I thanked them. I told them to expect a call from Zack the next day. "Boys are you all dressed decently?" Each prefect got out of bed. "Put your dressing gowns on." I went to find the others. "Zack you have visitors. The older boys asked if they could come in. "We have all felt bad about what happened so we thought you might like this." The coat was held out. It fitted Zack perfectly Zack thanked them all but the prefects still did their job "Good Zack. Now do not be too late after all you do not want to loose the badge just as you have received it. Good night." I gave the prefects a smack for their cheek but they all knew they were right. I had my tea and said good night. "Sir where shall I sleep?" I heard the laugh. "Follow me then just for tonight." We both walked to the cottage. I started to cook crumpets while Ben just sat watching. "I did mean what I said. I want to say thanks in my way for what you have done." It was different. Ben was almost 12. He was dressed in clothing but supplied from a different store. I watched him at all times. "So, Ben, what is going through your mind? You said you would do like the others so what is it that you think you need to do?" I did not know how to take his reaction so watched him loosen his shoes. He took off his Jacket then hung it on the door. His shoes went by the chair. Walking to me there was an atmosphere of insecurity. His waistcoat was in his bag so that got hung up with the rest of his uniform. "I do know what you do with your boys. I am not scared. I see my brothers when they think I am asleep. Do I sleep in the spare room or shall I come sleep with you? Before you say anything, my choice would be to sleep with you. I have some things to sleep in but perhaps you should decide on what happens. If you think that its wrong can you tell me why I want to do it." Ben came almost face-to-face. Clearly ready in case the others wanted to play sport his tee shirt and shorts tightly fitted him for whatever reason. "Sir I was told to tell you that I know about sex. I have done things with a girl cousin, boy at another school. But I have never been with an older person. I have been told that if I wanted to then you would be the right one. Zack, David and Rhyan said you made them feel good. Do you want me sir?" Benjamin's hair was long. I had my fingers act like a comb. Soft and silky my fingers passed through it. His face was soft. I told him that I would like to do things so he had to decide if I told him before or not. I lifted his tee shirt out off his shorts. I raised it so that I could see his flesh. "Tell me please." "Take this shirt off please." He lifted his arms thus forcing me to take it off. I folded it up then returned to look at him. He has short socks on White with fish bands. I took them off. "In a while I will take your shorts off. You know that I want to have you with nothing on while I am the same." Just below the waistband of his shorts I could see the fish from Salmons the tailors. I looked inside. Rainbow striped briefs tight. I took the shorts down. The briefs were the tightest, smallest pair I had ever seen. Ben was at the stage where the hair was tufted under his arms but on the rest of his body he was without. Ben ran to his bag coming back with his school ruler. When the briefs fell I could see why. It measured 3 inches soft and grew every few seconds as I looked. I held him now knowing that this boy was almost a man. I held his erection. I started to undress. I kissed Ben for what seemed like a years. He knew about French kissing. We did not need the bed. Ben turned around then touched the floor with his hands. It was Ben who now told me what to do. The hole wide open took all I had to offer. The words this school did not like to hear came from him till I was humping hard and fast. I pushed him to the floor and his feet rested on my shoulders. I rammed again. Ben! begged for me to go harder. I did. His long penis rubbed my chest while I told him to feel the pleasure. I cum very powerfully. I withdrew watching drips fall on him. Ben rubbed himself until he came. This long organ was dry. It shuddered dry, he shook dry, we both collapsed on each other. I lay back hoping to hold him. Ben found the softened penis with his lips bringing it back to life. I was motionless as he bobbed up and down. I tried to move his head but Ben took the second wave never loosing a drop. It was such a powerful experience that I was left tear stained. "Sir what was that worth? 15 years in prison." I looked at him. "I will never tell but now you know I meant what I said. When you are ready we will try again." I think we did it 5 times that evening. The next morning while Ben was asleep I sucked on him. I took my time. Just when he woke up Ben shot one squirt over my face. In the light I could see that he had more than a few hairs, it was funny. I ran a bath and we both washed each other. This might sound strange; Ben was just a Sex toy. I liked him a lot but he was not one of the boys who I could fall in love with. It was a quiet day. So I had an early night. Ben came back. He was different. He began to love as if that were more important than sex. Together we lay in bed. He had shortie's pyjamas that looked like a leotard. Me I just had the shorts. We spoke of love, we spoke how it felt. Eventually we were naked but sex never happened. Ben became part of the group. This boy lover now had Zack David Rhyan and Ben. Each could be loved in there own different way. Early the next day I was introduced to the last boy for my term. His name was Banister. Initial p because we had 3 banisters in the school. The Headmaster and Matron asked me to stay on for a further contract of 5 years. My extra job was to bring all the boys up to date on English and open a free club. This was a place where any boy could ask a question of an adult therefore expecting a good answer. "Get ready for sex questions wont you?" "That's already happened." P. Banister was the youngest of the reader's class. The boy had been enrolled at the age of 6. He needed help and company. I was told that other teachers had seen the boy trying to get close to me. "I bet the young lad has a crush. I told them that I did not care. If it made him happier and improved his work then all boys should be shown love at some time. My comments caused a meeting. I took Zack and Ben as examples. The two top boys loved my class. "I love being with sir in his class its better than being told off all the time. Have we done wrong Headmaster?" It was agreed in my absent that my comments caused no harm. I got a call one night. A prefect said he had a problem. I went half asleep to find P Banister had gone mad. He smashed up the dorm while having a dream. I got the boys even though late to tidy up, I took banister to a side room. He told me about the Nightmare. A common 6-year-old dream but he would be hard work. Comments happily received to Shaksbeer@ureach.com Part 6 the boys' new boys to follow. Flames will be ignored and extinguished.