Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 16:38:46 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Microscope Chapter 4 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 Part 4 Magnifying The Genes. The shock that ran through the school took some time to settle. I was keeping myself to schoolwork much more now with the exception of a single meeting with 4 boys who had one thing in mind. I was not 100% sure that I was just as the prefect Grange thought those early days. I got involved in Yellow House a lot but something I have to tell you is how Michael's of Blue House got away with doing his lines I had set him some time back. "200 line's that read, "I must follow the rules." He gave me a book and upon reading I saw "200 lines of I must follow the rules. Nothing more than that. So the one single piece of writing made me realise that he was far more devious than I could imagine. His ingenuity paid off because I allowed him to get away with just that one line being that it was in a way the punishment I had set out. Jay was doing very well. On some nights he would take charge of reading to almost all the boys before bed. The book was half read but like me he had a way of keeping them in suspense until the next night. It was almost Firework night. November the 5th. The Headmaster made a big thing about this and the rules were that it was a fancy dress party. Each boy had their own style of costume but after the, Bonfire food and display they all were allowed to warm up in the hall before bed. There were of course many familiar costumes but some were ingenious. I never made things obvious but it was clear that Ian, Jay, Short and Wilson were like my pet animals and no matter where I went one or the other could be found. Back to the party. I was suppose to judge the eventual winner but declined making the excuse that I had helped one way or the other in making some parts of them. The Headmaster took over with choosing a winner from each house. The prize? Well for boys cooped up in the same place most of the time it was a treat. They were given a free liberty pass for 7 days. This was a good thing. It allowed the boy who had the pass to go wherever he wanted within the school and not heed a pass, chit or special permission. The only rule was that if a boy who had one of these passes were found to abuse them they would be made to clean the kitchen after lunch for 2 weeks. That was the most awful thing you could ever get told to do. Before it was either 6 strokes of the slipper on a bare backside or clean. I had yet to meet a boy who took the option to clean. You could not sit down for 2 days. Yes, when I was young it had happened to me. "Here are the results. Yellow House Brackly. Blue House Michael's, Oh and please return the bedpan to sickbay. Green House, Horrick's and Red House Allen. Will you collect your passes and then we can finish out hot dogs." Well it was that simple. To me they all looked like Robots but the fear of 100 hotdogs going cold was far worse to think about. I decided that after all the partying that had gone on the book reading would be suspended for tonight. I did not get many comments due to the fact that any who did would have got a punishment. You never argued with the prefect, especially if he was a head boy. Horrick's was a boy from Canada whose parents were at the Embassy in London. He is almost 13 and quite bright. His level of education is far lower than most but has a willpower to do well, bigger than many I knew. Ian had gone through his fag stage so I made the offer that he fag for me for a while so that he could feel more wanted. He would be a bit skittish and no matter the rules if anyone was to break them it would be him. Never on purpose but being he was so awkward, everyone when asked who did a misdeed all would shout his name. His aptitude was poor and willingness on the up and up. Being from a previous house he would get punished and happily do the task. I was told that for a joke the maths teacher told him to wash the windows. Being in the third floor he tied his ankles to a radiator then dropped by rope and cleaned them. He was pulled up after. Horrick's first name was Thomas but almost everyone called him Max This was a the part that needed explaining. He was very small. Being always in trouble he would get angry. He never said a word but frothed at the mouth a lot. Being he did this and he had the silkiest black hair most said he looked like a can of shaken Pepsi. Horrick's heard this and not quite understanding what was being said answered, "But I only like Max, Pepsi Max." So that was his name. He had one very endearing quality. He was and did show the kind of affection that most boys growing up would class as either sissy or girlish. I got a first hand experience when because I had held a good hand over the boys was given a study room all to myself. It was almost a self-contained flat being that there was a larger bed than before and I was given the chance to have a television and music system. I had to pay for this by keeping up with the good work in all areas. Sorry the story took a wrong path. Max! He helped me move and treated the room as if it was a sanctuary for those who were always in trouble. He would, while in my sight be normal but as soon as he turned a corner and he disappeared, "CRASH." He had hit a trolley sending the items on it in all different directions. He had to be punished but it had got to the stage where no matter what he did you would hear "Crash. " "Dam, I know 100 lines by the morning and get this mess cleaned up." You may have understood by now that when I became a prefect I decided to do things a different way. I hated using the word radical but I expect it was in a lot of things I did. Max had to be treated differently because he was happy to do the punishment but it never seem to cure the original bad habits. I tried to be different but taking a different line was hard because everyone else would try and follow. They would fail where I would get great results. "Max? Lets talk." "I know you do things wrong a lot so from today things will be different. If you do anything at all that requires a punishment then you will get the worst one going. I have decided that you will kiss another boy who is good. I think jay would be a good start. So no more lines you will kiss Jay or I will give you the slipper 12 times." Corporal punishment was out but fear was a good incentives. I wonder how far this boy would go to get it right. It soon was clear. Max began to improve. Not one bad mark of mess. No crashes, he even offered to do the most hated job that the junior boys did. He helped Matron sort all the boys' clothes out for washing. He was so good at it that he had a monitor's badge that allowed him a early finish in prep to deliver clothes to the boys' rooms. After 1 month something strange happened. Max was not the worst boy in fact he won the certificate for the most improved. I was there when this boy being seen as grown up cried on the stage. Most boys had seen the hard work he did and the backbiting and snide remarks were zero. He never gave up the monitor's job that was hated by all. He made it his own. His schoolwork improved and almost everyone praised him except me. I forced him to work harder because I knew he had it within him to make it happen. The Christmas party was soon to come and I was suppose to arrange it. The Headmaster had this thing about making his homemade crackers. Never a year went by when he would tell us all of the triumphant success of the crackers and of course the ideas that went with them. He was going to make them with the help of the 4 boys who had been given a pass just a while ago. I had a exam but still had to contribute. The Head wanted a wish from each boy that would imitate a letter to Santa. The boy who pulled the crackers would read the wish and see if it matched what he wanted for Xmas. Ian wanted a Briefcase, I had read his paper. I was so busy that I had to get help. Going to the Exam I asked jay to do something about chocolates for me and make that my wish. I passed the exam thankfully and helped the Headmaster to dress the tree. It was great and the boys became different knowing that they were to go home soon. Cook was on top form and the spread could have fed an army. I know we had an army but this food was something special. I mentioned the Headmaster always made the crackers. Well he was a science teacher and he made them go far from snap. They exploded quite safely but with the recoil of a cannon. Boys pulled and fell off their chairs with Jelly falling into their laps. Contents were of good quality with a secret wish. >From Bicycles to trips in a helicopters, Dads of course , then there were those who wanted a year off of school. Totally unlikely but a wish is a wish. One boy wished for the book I had been reading to the boys at night to be read in the hall. Why? Well that gave those boys who never got there the chance to join in with the others. The wish came from Short. So we cleared up after the food. Had a load of games. Did a super fast shower and he got his wish. That night I read to the whole school. While reading all that could be heard was nothing. They were all very intrigued and the masters joined in. "It was in the big hall that the boy heard a strange noise. Pitter, Patter, Ouch, Ouch. The hardened boys did not worry but the small one was in fear for their lives. Pitter Patter, Ouch, Ouch. The devilish of the group decided to find out what the noise was. (Now some boy began to wriggle about and you could see some hanging onto each other for the sake of their lives.) The boy found a secret door. The door opened with a French phrase that meant open.(Ouvert) the door opened. Pitter, Patter, Ouch Ouch. The boy could not believe what he saw. (I went silent. "Oh what was it don't stop." That was a master.) The boy stared straight ahead to see a mouse running across a hot radiator. Pitter, Patter, Ouch, ouch. He was after the cheese. A tirade of cushions headed my may because I had given them an ending they had not expected. Several minutes of clapping made me go red and the Headmaster said that I should include a story every night from the start of next term.. Well that ended a great day. FAGS!!!!!!!!!! Last night. I got some tea but no crumpets being that I was so full from the party. All boys getting to bed exhausted and poor Max having to make me tea. I nearly gave him the time off being he had done do well at school this last few weeks. I was at a state of collapse but had really enjoyed today. I had a letter that confirmed my exam results. 5 passes and I worked hard for them all. "Collins your wish is granted." The cup got almost to my lips when Max began to undress. He was slow but I was so confused that I spilled some tea and asked what was going on. Max gave me a letter. "My wish is that a boy would come to me and undress till he remained in either his vest and briefs or a tee-shirt. After this I would like to show my love to him and then make love to him. The boy has to be a boy never touched before but willing to want this to happen." Max was in his vest and small short boxers. "Sorry I don't have briefs but will this do?" I sat him down and went to find Jay. "I said chocolates. What's going on?" "Sorry Collins but are you telling me that the boy with you is not better than chocolate. I gave him the cracker. This is my gift for all your help. Now got eat your chocolate." I returned to see Max waiting. I was angry to be in this position but told him that I needed to know he was sure that he understood what was and could happen?" Max held a bottle of oil that jay had given him but he made it clear he knew. Collins no one has helped me like you. I will do anything. Look I am scared but for all the trouble I caused you have loved me in a funny way so that I achieve what never has happened before. I have become someone who is respected. For that if you want me naked and need to touch me, if that's your wish I give it to you. I doubt that others would do this but I have seen you look at me in the showers. I know that given the chance I would do something that would get the other boys feelings annoyed. But you want my wish?" Speaking was hard. I just nodded. "Could we have a kiss alone?" We did. It lasted for several minutes. "See I am your wish. That's the limit of my knowledge about what boys do. I am in your hands. How many time will you have to hit me?" I took his hand explaining that far from hitting him I would want to give him the greatest night of secret sensations that a boy who was willing to be with another would get. I locked the Den knowing Jay was about. Max was not shaking he was just intrigued by the whole matter. Taking him to my bedroom I lifted him on the bed and started to openly undress in front of him with the lights on Now lets get this right. Yes I had found my calling with other boys. I did have secret sensations and wishes for some. I never admitted this before but today was somewhat different. I took the boxers waistband talking all the while. I pulled them down. I told Max how wonderful he was. My hand went under his vest and circled the nipples and the outie belly button. Max never moved... No resistance when I lifted up the vest. I got it from him as he lay there. Now the naked Max who I had tried to hide my lustful thoughts was there on my bed. He never moved, infect he was eager to continue this new act in his life. You want to know what he was like? I expect some do. This is what I saw that made my heart thump hard while he lined up for the shower. His black hair had been cut but it was still a solid black. From the shoulders down his body was slightly tanned and there was a mark that his shorts had left. Lily white? No . the patch that had been covered was that of a newborn baby. Off white. No body hair but 2 hairs that meandered either side of his penis. It was about 3 inches and covered. His balls were larger than most but I had seen others with wrinkled skin. Max was smooth through and through. Eyes were Green/Blue with a small nose. His Lips were large. Enough to, I was about to say something that was yet unproven so lets just say kissable. I was a bit silly because I played a game that gave me a smile but Max a laugh. I pointed to various areas of his body and asked him what he called it. Being Canadian I wondered if he used the same language. Everything was normal until I held his Penis. "What do you call that Max?" "Something that will make you happy. Collins I think the time has come for you to show me why a person so beautiful as yourself needs a boy who knows nothing except that you have been looking at me like I was a girl and what will you do to me." I gathered him in my arms allowing our lips to meet. His body did not respond at first but after my finger stroked the smooth skin between his legs. I knew that Canadians had a second language of French or maybe it was their first so passion in French from a 12-year-old boy was something I had not expected. The passion being words that meant more than normal. It was a sensuous feeling for Max to try and do to me what I was doing to him. The motions became more exact and I never felt the guilt that I had done before. Max was looking at his erection growing. No not out of control but it had risen substantially so that it was upright and the tip almost in contact with the outie. I wondered if there was such a thing as a semi circumcision? I ask because the penis growing harder and harder between Max's legs was showing more of the head rather than the skin. Well it was time to take matters further. I turned out the lights. Max was motionless. All the time I was in contact with him his breathing started to become rapid. I turned him over. The kisses started at the nape and moved down. I had some of the cream that Jay gave to max and trickled it between his cheeks. A finger gave him a shock when I touched him. While I did I told him what I had thought of while I watched him carefree waiting to shower. His boy thought's felt concern because it was something he never had heard of before. I would never force myself on him because that was not my wish. Splitting his legs apart he was happy to take the finger I used then another. I did not push hard but his bottom lifted to the ceiling. I was hard enough so tried what I told him. Max groaned then protested at the pain. I stopped and begged his forgiveness. He was shedding tears and I remembered Wilson. I put his shorts back on him. He did not understand. I again explained. "Max yes I looked at you wanting you as you came to me this night. I could never hurt you but that's what was happening. Another way you may understand is this, the part of your body that you said would make me happy went hard. So did mine. Because I hurt you, give me your hand." I took it and made him feel the softened organ between my legs. "That is what happens when you hurt the one you love." "You really love me?" I realised that I had never said that clearly to anyone other than my mother before. "Yes Max, because of what you have done and how well you have excelled at school that's why I look at you before a shower." "Collins I love you. Lets get this right. Lets go very slow and tell me what you are feeling. I never knew a man could do that to a boys bottom before." Max removed his shorts and held me. I was soon hard enough for him again. I lay side by side and the cream was still enough for the action I had in mind. I was inside him so quick keeping so still so that his nerves could become accustomed to me. In some more I told him what I was feeling. I told him I would either cum in him or pull out but I left the choice to him. He never got the choice. I erupted inside and Max made it clear that he thought I was urinating in him. I told him what happened. I rubbed him while I spoke and it did not take long being that I had been against his prostate just a while earlier. Max shuddered to the orgasm he so deserved. "If that is love I am happy to have been with you. It was though dry, but a small drip, smaller than I had ever seen was resting against the hole. My tongue collected it while max fell asleep. The rest of the night we both slept but just before I woke it was I who had a jolt because I was on my pillow slowly opening my eyes looking at Max doing his best to lick the head of my penis. I held him. "Did the wish happen like you wanted Collins?" "Max it was far better than I could ever wish. It was an early start being that the parents were collecting their children for Christmas. I watched every boy shower. So I was a boy lover. My hidden realisation had surfaced completely. When the boys left the singular motion of shaking of the hands followed by Happy Christmas. The Headmaster watched as 6 boys all did that but added a hug with "thank you." Jay whispered "I am your for the New Year. Deal?" What could I say. Allen, Ian, Short and Mathew's all gave me a gift with a letter expressing a kind of gratitude. I say expressing because the letters never said, "Thank you for having sex with me." Max, well he did not want to let go. His parents made a comment but I got out of it by explaining how their son had worked and become a monitor. The Headmaster said it was down to me but that was not true. My last hug before I went home was my little brother. He ran up to the step. "I missed you little brother." "Why." "Maybe one day I will have time to show, oh sorry tell you?" Well that was that over with and the next time we would see each other would be the New Year. Mum and Dad mad a big fuss but it was the gift from Max that made me almost cry. It was a small badge of a Canadian Mountie. "Collins that's what you did to me in a way. Yes I did like it so will you remember me next year?" Chapter 5 The missing Slide Found. To follow. Comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com Flames ignored and extinguished. Final comment: After a few emails of kindness I have to say that this story contains no deaths but the opposite. Although love and death are very close to making a story the love in this shines through. Happy 2002.