Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 12:32:31 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Microscope. Chapter 2 This story has come with the help of a friends thought. Fiction is a wonderful way to tell a story. The imagination has completed what I hope will be one of my special tales of a dream. The story concerns the life of a teenager and a boy/s. In some countries the age of the older having potential sex with the eventual illegal so do please check so that your are safe. I have he copyright to this and all other stories of mine so do please ask if you wish to use them for any reason. I am dyslexic and being treated for cancer. This story is something that came about while drifting through the many drug-induced sleeps I take. The proofreaders have left it to me being different to write it as I have. Merry Christmas to all readers and my best wishes for 2002. I thank you for all your emails and thoughts. The Microscope. Chapter 2 Another Piece of the puzzle. Breakfast was a good time to talk with the headmaster. I told him that boys had all been good and had slept well. He was pleased that they had all got off to a good start. We had early lessons of English and Politics followed by Science and the ever-favourite Latin. From 3 we would be free to study and relax. Dinner was a pie of some description with veg and the ever-popular spotted dick. For those less fortunate never to have eaten a spotted dick I will explain. This was a sponge roll with currants covered in custard. Plenty was made due to staff and pupils alike gathered for seconds and even thirds. Where was I, ah, I was suppose to have a rest and study but we all had to take the boy in turn in our care to the doctor for a medical. Smith let his boy go first. After yesterday the note had shook him bad. Ian was next but did not want to go. I offered to go with him. The doctor is a nice old man but Ian was still scared to go further. "Doctor am I due my medical today?" The doctor got the meaning and told me yes. I said to Ian that we could both have them together if that made him feel better. It did and for the next 20 minutes we both had a full medical. I thought he was shy but not while I was there. It was just something he was not sure of. The doctor took some blood from me saying that there was a slight problem with my development. "By now you should be covered with hair but I can only see very little. This young man, Ian he has more than you." That broke the ice completely and I was able to dress while Ian was checked out. We all passed except me but the doctor was well aware that I had been a slow grower since I was at the school. "Its something to do with your genes." I waited for his punch line. "You better keep a belt round them so they don't fall down." I heard that every year but it made me smile. The boys were back doing prep. "FAGS!!!!!!!!" Here we go again. From prep in silence then running like hell to the doors. Knock at the door, "Come in Ian." "Collins sorry Ian had extra prep so us old boys from last term are standing in. My name is Wilson." I invited the boy in. He had been at the gym. Still in white top and shorts he was the one who had been sent to tidy my room. It never needed it but it was something that all boys did to get their merit mark for the day. Wilson was quite good and cleaned everything. After almost 30 minutes he placed everything he did not know what to do with in a bin "Shall I give these to Jay?" I looked at him holding the shorts pyjamas that Jay had worn last night. "Wilson listen. You have never seen them in this room at all, understand." He did and the smile on his face said a lot more. "Tell me about yourself Wilson while you make some tea?" "I am 12 and have been here since I was 6. I got over being shy long ago so am friends with everyone. I used to be a Fag when I was 7 but gave it to the new boy the year after me. I was told that you would like me and as we have never met being that I am in Green house, Grange told me to come to you and stay as long as I was needed." "What does that mean?" "Well Grange is night monitor for green house so will mark me in if it gets late. He told me to ask if I could sleep here so that I would not be caught. I do that a lot." I could not contact Grange and I had to fit the boy in somewhere. It was not his fault that he was a fag for the day it was a duty. He brought his bag just in case but still had time to go back if he could "So do I stay or what do I do?" I let him make up his own mind. I watched Wilson while he brought his bag in and took some clothes out from it. He stood in front of me and stripped to his briefs and dressed in shorts of a different kind and a clean top. Placing the used clothes in the bag he made himself at home. "After tea have you got a lock on the door or can I get in to stay easily. I will need to know where to sleep and who else will know?" I took Wilson by the hand and went with the others to tea. "I see you have a new friend then Collins." Said Grange. "I thought you did not like the young boys?" I grabbed him saying that he would stay with the other boys so that grange would not let him get into trouble. He left with a snicker. The boys again all showered together tonight and not one noticed the extra boy who looked as cute as all the others. I watched with attraction while Jay did all he could to get me alone. I gave him his pyjamas and told him they were found so it was best he sleep in his bed for tonight. He understood but after the book was read, we had 30 boys tonight Wilson came with me. He could have used the spare bed but there was clearly a plan in mind and I would not let Grange get the better of me. The boys settled and I did keep a look out. Wilson was in my room making tea then crumpets. He never spoke but I was grateful for the peace. While I ate and drunk the tea we spoke. Not of anything in particular but of things that did not really matter. I showered and being that we were both in our gowns I did one last check then locked up for the night. Wilson had not moved from the spot he was at on the floor. I saw some hot chocolate had been made on my return but for me it was to early so Wilson got a reward for the work he had been doing today. It was getting darker much quicker now so with the curtains drawn I closed the blind for safety, after all I did not want anyone to see that a prefect had a boy in his room late at night then questions would be asked. I sat on the floor with Wilson; I had not noticed any changes until now. His hair after the shower had become lighter. He looked like a young Jay but I did not want to think of that. There was a dark shadow on his cheek that I assumed was the beginnings of the first stage of facial hair. I touched it making the comment, "You will have to shave soon." "Its not a beard it's a bruise from Rugby I played today. I got several on my legs but matron gave me some cream and they disappear after a day or two." Wilson stood up and parted the bottom of his gown so that he might show me his legs covered in marks varying in shades of blue. Turning he lifted the gown so I could see one large bruise on the left buttock that had started to go yellow. Looking at it was the time when I could see that beneath the robe he wore nothing at all. The robe dropped. He sat back down. The gown's belt had come apart and with that I could see his front form. He made no attempt to do the belt up but it was like a magnet and drew my looks towards the flesh and the hidden area that the gown still covered. I was angry that I had got the thoughts I never had. During homework for English I looked into the words that would explain my latent feelings but got nowhere. I went red when Wilson saw me looking towards him. I have never got to embarrassed, but it was my parents who normally got some reaction. I could then feel some redness but got used to controlling it however at this moment I could feel the temperature rising in the room. "Sorry I thought it was alright to be comfortable. Do you want me to do my gown up?" Stupid question. Of course I did. "No that okay. I was just looking at the marks realising that they must hurt." Everyone had the devil and angel inside him or her only I was not sure who was winning this fight. "The marks oh them, you get used to that when you play for the house side. Have to practice three times a week." I looked at Wilson's feet clearly seeing what I thought was movement. After every imaginary move I checked the gown in case it had opened further. When it had not I began to have guilty thoughts by thinking of ways to get him to move so that the gown would open further but I had several mood changes that put me back on the road to mental correctness. It was a single movement that changed the right choice to the "I need to run out the door." Feeling. It was as if in slow motion Wilson slipped back with his arms under his head. His left leg arched so that his foot was now touching the ground. The gown at the left side fell to the floor while the right still held tight but allowed a further few centimetres of skin to show. I have seen those films when a man spots a woman of extreme beauty and his lips part allowing salvia to run freely from his mouth. This was happening to me right now. Wilson lay there with his eyes closed relaxing while I had taken a book so that I might hide my feelings and read at the same time. If I could sketch or draw then I would be fast at it to capture what I was watching. Eyes fluttered, his, not mine. I could feel a slight draft coming under the door and saw his hair move away from his forehead. Being the only hair I could see I was made to suggest an action that was so uncommon. "Wilson there is a draft excluder over there. Get it under the door and then the room wont be so cold." The young boy lifted his frame to collect my snake shaped draft excluder and place it under the door. "That will stop the wind covering you. I have been told it gives you a stiff neck if you stay in it to long." Now that is true. An old wives tale but my family way back said the same thing. Of course now moved my stiffness would quickly fall away. I sat in the chair. Wilson rather than lay down anywhere sat at my feet resting his head against me. I put a hand upon his head hoping he understood that he was not doing any harm. I could feel the heat coming from him when my hand stroked his hair at the back of his neck. I hated the knowledge that my feeling could be seen by so many others, but not by me. "This might be a silly question but can I sit on your lap for a while?" My mind condemned the thought of where this was going but I was on autopilot and Wilson was already between my legs sitting. He had clearly been told yes by me even though I did not believe it happened. The gown was still open but covered the space between his legs. The chest was clear so I took a chance to check 2 marks near the shoulders. Never a move but when I moved down slightly Wilson sat back making it easier for me to touch him. I could feel the anger when I used a finger to slip open the robe at the bottom. When I could see what had been hidden. Wilson sat forwards allowing the robe to fall from his shoulders. It lay on the leg he sat on. A finger found Wilson's groin and touched it. His legs parted so that he could feel every touch I made. I slipped my legs apart so that I could see and touch all what was missing from the boy earlier. Arms folded around my neck and I could caress his back. I could smell the sweetness of the soap he used and looked straight into his eyes. No word spoken but I now had a hand opening my robe. When he touched me I returned the gesture. With all that was going on I could see Wilson getting more and more excited. The small penis that had been hidden was growing expediently. I stroked the softness then it became harder and harder till I could feel every vein. The head was not dry but not very wet. It was oozing something but in such small quantities that it allowed my finger to encircle the head easily. "Collins do you want me?" I did not hesitate but thought about the incriminations after I had sad "Yes." Wilson stood up between my legs and fully opened my gown. It dropped inside the back of the chair I had been resting on. All the time I was cupping his balls and erection. Our looks never changed but he easily opened my trousers and found what he was looking for. "Wilson do you want me?" "I thought you would never ask. Where shall we go?" I was then told of a list of places where he had been before with Rocket. He was one of the other new prefect and Wilson was his boy. Rocket did not normally allow Wilson to go with anyone but tonight Grange had offered him Hicks. He was Grange's main sport but Rocket had a fancy of him as well. I could not believe that this went on to such an extent. Clearly not being involved with boys I was kept out of the link. "What about the bed?" Wilson explained that this was silly if you were after fun. "Collins I will take you somewhere and there will be no one else there except us." I was concerned but dressed while Wilson did and we left my room. Through a series of doors and secret steps behind cupboards we ended up in the poolroom. "We have 30 minutes before this is checked on by the camera's." Wilson just dropped his gown and just jumped in. It took me time to undress but I was soon with him. We quickly held each other while paddling to stay afloat. Wilson went to the steps carved in the pool and sat on the third step just covered by the water. As soon as I reached him I could touch him so much easily. We kissed for the first time exchanging fluids of all kind. I had his erection while he had mine. I do not know about the insecure aspect but Wilson was soon moaning with gusto. The sound echoed through the room. "Yes, now.!!!!!!!!!!" I could feel Wilson climax and saw his lust more powerful than I ever had seen or heard of. The climax was dry but that never stopped him from enjoying every part. "Swap place." I sat on the third step and watch Wilson start to suck me saying just before, "The time will come soon. I have to be quick." I think he sucked six times before I cum, I never produced much but today I screamed while he drank the fluid that escaped in several jets. A small tiny drop fell to the water and was quickly captured. "Don't want to leave any evidence, do we?" A quick towel dry and we just had time for our gowns when the light on the camera came on. Carrying my clothes I quickly followed him to the doors and stairways until I got to my room. "I better get back to my room now. I do not expect you want me to say what happened so that's the way it will be." I watched as the young boy escape through another bookcase and was gone. It was midnight. I was about to get to bed when a familiar sound of crying could be heard. On checking it was Ian who was in a poor way. He wanted his mum. I said I would stay with him but had no pyjamas on due to having a late shower. "I do not mind. Will you get in trouble?" My answer, "Only if I am caught." I climbed in with him and held him tight. His head rested on my arm while he settled down. Soon the sounds changed to gentle snoring. He stopped holding me so I could move but I opened his Jacket and held the soft sleeping boy. I fell asleep for a while and woke with Ian still in the same place. It was 5am so I had time to get to my room and rest for a while. I tried to move but was stuck tight against Ian. I tried all I could to move him but he just pushed back against me. It did not help being naked and I was feeling what I should not. I was getting less worried now so took a chance and reached for the shorts. The fly half way down was easy but the penis inside was hard to find. It took time to reach the miniature organ. With gentle persuasion it grew but not that far so I thought I would surprise him. I rubbed him till he relaxed then opened his button. I was against him while I rubbed. All to soon Ian's small penis twitched and became rock hard. I could move. I did want to continue but I was afraid of the saying I had heard tonight. "Don't want to leave any evidence do we?" I got out and kissed his nose. I was stupid because only the next morning did I remember that I had not dressed him. I was up first and woke Ian he looked puzzled when he found his clothes open. "You must have got to hot last night. You might like to think like Short their." Short got up naked and went to wash. "He got to hot so does not wear anything at all." Everyone up I led them to breakfast being cajoled by the three other prefects. "Wilson is the best and you turned him away. Okay have it your own way then." That morning I sat at the top table looking at all the boys. I could not believe that I was looking at them as customer looks in a butcher's window to find the best cut. I spoke quietly to the headmaster asking him if I might talk to him after breakfast. Part three, examining the slide's to follow Comments and suggestions to shakebeer@ureach.com Flames ignored and extinguished.