Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 13:35:31 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Message Part 7 The End 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 Seventh and last chapter of the third book. It contains the love between a Man 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. Part 7. The loves of a Man. The boys had all been given their exam papers. I spoke individually to each one not demanding but encouraging them all to do there very best. The rules stated that I was not allowed to be with the boys just in case I made any kind of inappropriate move to help or enhance what they did. I was a wreck. I sat in the staff room with Mrs Barton the matron. She encouraged me to give up the tea and have a cigarette. Yes I did vomit. To describe it was simple. I was with a boy for the first time. I was never scared. I was enthralled by the power he had over me. To cut it all short this lad wanted to touch me. He did several times. I could not help it. I cried when the first most powerful ejaculation that I ever did escaped me. I cried with fear and happiness. Now the vomit was the same. It erup8ted while I cried. I still took that second cigarette. I saw the boys come from the classroom; their faces white their bodies shaking while every one said they had failed. Everyone ignored me when I embraced my readers. They needed the comfort. I got a letter from the governors who asked me to think about taking the deputy Headmasters job from next term. I could still have the readers' class but as long as half of the 18 boys who took the exams passed the job was mine. I had 15 readers by now the extra 3 were students that were nothing to do with my class. I decided not to tell the readers that I had been promoted as long as they passed. I said I was ready to start again even if they failed. I met a Mr King. He was on the inspectors' panel. He asked to see my class in action especially when it came to reading. I introduced him to the class. "This gentleman has come to look at the class. I want you to ignore him because we have some hard work with reading. If by what you all tell me is that you failed. I do not intend to go into why you think you failed today so lets read. "Sir Could we please have a dose of Moby Dick? We all need cheering up." I got the book out. One by one they told the story all contradicting each other when they made a mistake. They became excited as each boat took a killing while Captain Ahab made the plans mental or otherwise. The man sat listening while the book all though it was almost never used. After an hour I brought things to a stop. "So why did you fail?" Each boy in turn told his version. Others corrected the grammaticism; speech then added what they thought. "Did you try your hardest my boys?" "Yes sir." "Well that's all that can be asked of each and every one. " "Excuse me, as you know my name is Mr King. I am an inspector of the examinations board. I came to see you for one reason. You have all passed in the top 20. It was not believed at first but after hearing you read and your teacher talking to you congratulations. Is there a Brandon Wallis in this class?" He stood up. "Well young man you have passed out top of the examinations taken. Out of 250 children you got 2 questions wrong. I wish to congratulate you and the teacher who helped you. Brandon told him it was I who was the teacher so I got a congratulation as well. I demanded that all the readers cheer for themselves. I did not expect it that loud but they did deserve it. The Headmaster said that the school had 30 children pass their exams. 15 were from the higher classes, 10 being from the retiring Deputy Headmaster. The other 15 were all the boys in the readers' class. Was I proud? The boys clapped when they got their certificates but the readers refused to sit down till they said a few words. The Headmaster agreed. Zack spoke. "The idiots of the school have all passed their exams so I now believe that its time we no longer get a bad name. Without Mr Peter Collins, our teacher, we would have all failed. These certificates not only belong to us they belong to him. We request that he come and take the cheer he so rightly deserves." I got up and went to them. Yes I got a cheer but also a hug from each boy. "Finally we have a boy called Brandon Wallis. He is the top boy in the country. With the Headmasters permission we have been given permission to present him with a Cup." A silver Cup was given to the boy. At lunch the Headmaster stood stating that the prefect of the readers called Zack had an announcement. "Our teacher is number one and with the help from Matron we the boys of the Readers want to give you a gift." I was given a box. Inside there was a book. A picture of the readers was with it but the book was so special. It was a first edition of Moby Dick. In white leather the embossed picture of a Whale could clearly be seen. I had a cry that moment. I also asked if the readers could have a party in the old gym where they had done so much of their work. The Headmaster agreed. It was going to be something to remember. I was called later that night. The headmaster was rushed to hospital with Stomach Pains. I was asked to take his place for a week. Of course I agreed. We withheld the party till his return. I therefore that night moved into the main school. I still had the boys read. The old Moby Dick was being well used. I had an evening drink with the boys who asked if they could ask some questions. The reason was that I had more time to be with them because I was in the main school. Tonight there was one question and almost every boy asked it. "Sir, why is it that boys make you feel better than girls?" I ran to close the boys door praying that none of the much older boys or masters heard what was asked. "This might take some time so you all better come closer to me and listen very carefully. When I was a boy at this school I made a friend who would help me with my work. In my days the school had boys called Preppies. Only those who were seen to have kind qualities made the group. One boy called Samuel looked after me. He would help me to make my bed, dress, wash and even take a bath. He would wash our hair on a Thursday but if we got our hair wet any other night we had to polish all the prefects shoes. On one of these days Samuel came to me and told me that he liked me a lot. He said he thought it was love but no one must ever know. I never told anyone. He would make the masters tea and coffee then as he went past the dorm I was sleeping in he would throw me some sugar cubes. Some boys got upset. Samuel left the next term and I was alone. One older boy took me to his room and he took my clothing right off. He tried to hurt me. I just ran. When I got older I started to look after the young boys in the same way I had been. One evening I was taking a bath when a boy came in late. He got in the bath with me. It was fun. He gave me a kiss when he left. I did from that day start to have feelings about boys. I never liked girls but I never told anyone about how I felt when I got the chance to hug a boy. There was a boy a prefect like me when I was older called Granges. He was the older brother of Lukas. He saw my secret and we had many fights about it. Ganges forced a boy to have sex by forcing him to do bad things the boy Wilson came to me. I took care of him while Ganges was expelled. My true feelings that I love boys were released. I even went to bed with some and even showed them what love could really be like. A boy who I liked went to America and so did I. His parents saw how I felt about their son and accepted it. A parent accepting that a man can love and have sex with their son just does not happen. Some boys like to go with a man. I have tried to tell some of you how much I care. What we do together, those who have, have to keep it a secret because I would be put in prison for showing love to you. If any of you did not like or want it to happen then I hope you would talk to your parents. So I show you this, I opened the book and released a picture. This is Edward whom I loved a great deal. "Sir he has no clothes on." "That's the best way I like my boys." They all laughed. "Sir what is that hair?" "It came from someone that was also a good friend. I know how much I loved him" "He must be old because most of us do not have hair down there." I gave the boy a sharp pinch on his nose then said it could come from his head. I got another laugh. "Sir is their one of us in particular that you like?" I had to explain that because they were all boys I loved every single one." It was quiet. "But you would like us naked even better?" It was good to hear that they all took my story to heart. I hoped that they understood my feelings and would never be scared of being with me. "Sir is it difficult for a man and boy to have sex when it's easy for a man and woman?" I could not answer that really well. "I think that if both people want it then it is right no matter what." "Sir do you love all of us?" "That's easy to answer. Yes very much." I tucked them in bed because it was now getting late then went to make my bed up after changing the Headmasters sheets. I was sitting down when the door opened. "Sir I brought you some tea as a night cap. Thanks for not saying anything about me." "Rhyan, come here. What we did was for us to know. That hair I took will remind me whenever I see it what happened." "Peter if I asked you to do it again but this time because I want you what would you say?" "Take a chair while I do my final check then I will be back." I told Zack to take care of things. I gave every boy a kiss goodnight. I returned to my room and closed the door. Rhyan was still waiting. I took the boy to my bed. It was so easy to undress him. Rhyan and I held hands. I gave every part of him the tenderness he wanted. He gave back to me in return the passion he said he would. I was not sure if he could take the love I was offering in the way I wished. His flesh still so smooth except for the several extra hairs of the teen that had come to me. While we kissed harder I used a finger to start the pulsations of pleasure. Two finger said that he wanted to try. Rhyan opened wide to allow the stiffness I had into him then we slowed down the rhythm. I could not help but let the groans of excitement out while his muscles tighten around me. I was about to cum so pulled out and watched while the sperm covered his back. I wiped him clean then turned him over. My fingers encircled his penis till I was going at great speed. My lips tasted every part of his flesh. I kissed him to say thank you but Rhyan exploded his youth with the sounds of overwhelming sexual achievement. I wiped him down although I wished he could stay the night he left happy and smiling. I was about to sleep when Brandon came in asking for time with me. Just wearing the expensive shorts he showed me how ready he was. I watched while he sat on me masturbating. He gave me the contents he had saved then completed his task by curling up on my shoulder while we slept all night. It was I who washed the boys the next morning. All 15 of them. My Headmastership lasted till the end of term. I accepted the Deputy's job but had to start with all new boys. Because my original ones had passed their exams they were all promoted to higher classes. I did manage to get a few new boys on my wavelength and some of the old ones paid visits. I became the Master of the Microscope and Telescope who had a message for all the boys who would listen. ********** I am a boy lover still. I have had many boys at my age but only if that was what they wanted. I am 60 now and still take a reading class for those who need it but not as often. I still see various shape when I do one night a week. I still watch but now I never regret what I get less often. My old boys, all who are doing very well I have to say, meet me first on the Yearly get together. They even happily let me meet their children. The boys now Adults do all the boring things so I take their children and we have a lot of fun. I have only ever seen 1 girl and that was Zack's Daughter. The old boys send me their young boys so I can teach them just 1 thing. Yes I am 60 but can still do it. "Now then boys, Moby Dick. For the story of a Man who had a fixation on a White Whale this cannot be missed. Did you bring your sleeping bags? Now I have my glasses on I can see you have." "Sir is it right you loved our dad's? "Well boys that's another story for another time. Lets get back to the Whale." "Captain Ahab was a man of principles. One day after a ship wreck a Whale bigger than the tallest skyscraper vowed to get him. He bit his leg off so the mad Captain set about the task." Good story you know from a man who loves his boys. Comments to Shaksbeer@ureach.com Flames ignored and will be extinguished. The End.