Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 16:50:07 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Telescope chapter 6 This story is a continuation of the book "The Microscope" It is a story about a now older Teen and his boyfriend. Being that the boy is much younger it come under the constraints as "Boy lovers Tale. The Telescope." It is a story from the imagination and is completely Fiction. The name and places are pure coincidental to anything that is known. I have the copyright to this and all other of my stories. If you wish to use them then please ask. That includes all Fee paying sites. Because of the content some countries are against this type of story and actions. Please check that your country is not one of these. Many thanks to those who have asked for this part of the story "The telescope." You know who you are. Your comments and feelings about the story "The Microscope." And your own love is gratefully received. Lets hope that the next book will keep you as happy as the last. Shaksbeer. The Telescope. Chapter 6 Ethan from near the Sun. I mentioned that I had 12 days off. It was a holiday that was family orientated. The boys from the school had this time to be with their own family. They tried to keep in contact with me by cards and letters but I assumed that the parents had mapped out a plan to keep them busy and so they all would dread the thought of coming back to school. I spent 2 days preparing lessons for the next term. The school sectary said I was spending more time at the school during the holiday than her. It passed the time. On one day the headmaster saw me and asked a big favour. He was going to get away but a new boy called Ethan was arriving from up- state. "He needs to be shown around. I think you will get the sort of thing. I would like 5 days off so can you help? I agreed for one reason. It would get me a few days closer to my class and the boys who I was missing. It was about 10 am on the Wednesday when I met Ethan's mother. She was a sure fire businesswoman who had a rotary in life. Her Son was at the bottom being that he knew how to call her on the phone. I did my best at showing her about and of course answering all the questions she asked. It seemed that her son was left in the car so that Mother got the answers she needed first. His mother's name was Catherine. "Please call me Cath." Cath asked 7 questions and that seem to satisfy her. She was more into speaking about what she did and how her son would complete all his work or suffer the consequences. Her house was just out of town and after school she was driving up to the old place to fill the van. "I cannot trust the removal people to do things my way." I then met Ethan. I looked at his school records quickly then showed them around the school. I did the normal thing then went quite mad with a tape measure in my drawer. I sat him at a desk in my room then measured it against him just for a laugh. Cath thought it genuine explaining to her son the bodies work rate at a comfortable desk was far better rather than one that was to small. The Gym was not that good to him but I suggested he climb a rope. Cath was on the phone so I helped him with a lace that had knotted. Ethan was 12. He was a boy whose mannerisms were going to be laughed at. He was always saying yes and no entwined with please and thank you. I could not remember a boy who was like that since I left England. I helped him climb a beam less than 1 metre of the ground. He visibly shook with a clear fear of heights. I held on to him while mum used the phone as if it were more important. She shouted, " Ethan you can do better than that. Don't tell me you will be growing into a baby." "Ethan lets get you down and I need to have a word with your mum." He begged me not to say anything because she expected the best so when I do not give the best its all my fault. Please?" I told Ethan to take his socks off and his feet might help him hold on. He gave it a try and was better but he needed to do a lot of work. Cath never moved while her son did his thing. When he was dressed he wandered around with me taking in all he could. At the end she shook hands as did Ethan and said she would be back in 4 days to open the new house. Ethan was fed up with all the travelling. His mum just said, "Get in and shut it." The boy was a robot to her every word. "Cath, I assume that you will be very busy and spend a lot of time in hotels going back and forth moving?" She said I could tell it was hard work. "Could I offer some help? I have a spare room. Maybe you would like to leave Ethan with me while you get everything done. At least you will not have him about while you do all the important work?" It took her about a minute to agree. She never asked the boy she told him what was going to happen. We went to my flat and she saw the room. She gave her son the bag and without many words she had gone. I waited for the tears. Nothing. "If you do cry I will not say anything because we are friends." "I won't cry, mum does this a lot and I have to get used to it. I get along praying for the day I return to school then I can do my own work." So while Ethan unpacked his clothing I read his file again. "Description, Age 12 years. Blue/black hair colour. Small in height. Birthmark on back of right heel. Manners are impressive but they seem to be down to a strong mother. The boy has been known to come to school with incomplete work due to mothers own work interfering. Does not talk much. We have tried to encourage him but unless his mother say he can he is a boy who is under her complete control." I called Ethan for a drink. He sat like a statue. I pestered him from the start to enjoy himself for the next 4 days. Get changed into some real old play clothes then we will take a walk around. I laughed. He came back changed cleaner than he was before. I went to the chest and opened it. Digging out a few clean clothes of Edwards that were to small I suggested he use these. He was not shy because I was allowed to help him change then dress in some shorts and a shirt with a motorcycle on it. I did all the washing and ironing so he looked very smart. The day was warm so his shoes were left and I had some sandals that fitted like a glove. I made a comment about him looking just like a boy who is going out to play. "Do I really? I never have time to play mum said it's a waist of time." We walked all over and I showed Ethan all the fun spots especially the park. So I like a good swing every now and again. We did as we sat on the grass start to talk. His mum made it clear that outside there were dangers. Other boys could corrupt him. She made him work. When young he did get a slipper for not saying please and thank you. I felt sorry in a way. "Hey you fancy an Ice Cream?" "Yeah, a big one. Sorry please don't tell mum. I mean yes please. But a small one thank you." I knelt in front of him and I saw the eyes that said to me "Its time to cry." I gave him a hug whispering, "Whatever happen with mum not here is between us. Come on lets get that BIG Ice Cream." I took his hand holding it tight. We walked to the Ice Cream shop and had ourselves 2 big cornets. Ethan like I got into such a mess. I told him that on hot days it was a custom to get messy if you had an Ice Cream. Unlike the other boys I knew, Ethan was like a volcano. Every now and again he would erupt with laughter then look about to see who was looking. As soon as we got in both of us washed up and we made the bathroom a mess cleaning ourselves up. "It has been a great day. Thank you so very much. What time shall I go to my room?" I got the story that he was in his room as soon as mum got home. She basically had a son but ignored him. "You go when you want but I think about 10pm is a good time for bed." I took a good look at him. Apart from 1 grass stain on his knee he was happy looking. I made tea that he ate with me. He always ate alone. I got some towels and told him to get a bath because it's always nice to go to bed clean. I left him to his own devices. I checked an hour later when the bathroom was empty. Ethan was sitting on his bed looking out the window. "Well I thought you might like to come watch some television with me." He never moved. I sat next to him and asked if he was alright. "I felt strange. At home or the hotel I am sleeping by now. That would be my own thing. I was scared to come out because I cannot remember watching television in pyjamas or shortie's. As soon as I was in them it was time to go to bed." I held his hands; "You are on holiday so you get to do whatever you want. I would love to watch television with you. Well if you feel that you should go to bed I wish you goodnight." I kissed him then left. A while later I saw a face coming from the back room. "Ethan, hello there. You can sit with me if you like." He did not move quickly but did sit with me. I placed an arm around him then sat back watching some cartoons that were far to young for us old people but we loved the bad guy getting a pie while his horse laughed. Ethan saw all the boys' pictures. "Who are they?" I went through each one. I told him what they were like in school and how they came to stay. I even let slip that I loved the boys. As soon as I had said it I expected some sort of come back but I got nothing. When I set out to hug or cuddle a boy the one thing I did was stroke their backs. It is a sensitive spot and I had never found a boy who did not like it. For a while we sat together until I slipped a hand under his jacket. My fingers slowly stroked his back all the while we were together. I did manage to feel his neck while he sat with me then his back. I was waiting for him to say something but he never did so I never stopped. I moved my hand around to the front wondering if I should tickle him. Ethan was soft as silk. I ran a finger over his nipple; it was then he looked up at me. I smiled at him but did not stop. Up and down my hand moved till I found the band of the trousers. I never made it go further just ran my fingers around the edge. Ethan was a bit fidgety. I was holding his chest then back all the time he could have done anything that would make me stop. "Do you do this to the other boys?" I told him the truth being that I believed we had a special bond between us. He never seemed shocked but did ask if it was right. "That's a hard question Ethan. I believe that if something is done and not liked you would stop it happening or say no. I stroked your back and chest yet you never said stop. Some things can happen that are set to remain secret for the whole of your life. What do you say?" "Sir I will tell you something that I have never told anyone before. My father died from a heart attack. I was 10. He would try to kiss me but mum would stop him. When he died I had never kissed my father yet if I had a chance to I would go against my mother and kiss him so that I would never miss his love. I will have children when I am older and will kiss them everyday. Now am I wrong?" He was not wrong. "Ethan I will ask you a question and I need you to give me an answer. Okay?" Ethan stood up with his hand by his side just as if he were a soldier. "You did not have to get up. Did you like it when I stroked your back?" "Yes." "Did you like it when I touched your chest?" "Yes." "What would you have done if I had.." Ethan's hand went to my mouth. "I think I know what you are going to say. I have to ask if it would be right. Without someone to ask I could not give you an answer. I am not scared so I ask you, Is it right to want to do that to a boy?" He sure knew how to answer what was a difficult question at the best of times. "Well Ethan The law says it is wrong. My heart says that if you love someone enough and can be happy with it as a secret then yes it is fine, but it's not up to me. You have to decide. At this moment I have known you 10 hours. I have helped you. Undressed you but not all the way. I have touched you and for me this is love. You do not have love like this. If I sent you to bed now with your day clothes on then that's what you would do because you have been taught to do whatever an adult says. Your mother told you that. Today she is not about to ask. I am angry that I have fallen for you in such a way. I have an idea? I will take a bath and you have a think. If you can make hot chocolate then make 2 one each, it will give you time to think." I ran and got in a hot bath knowing I should have been in a cold one. "can I come in?" said Ethan. "Of course you can. " "I have your drink." Ethan sat on the bath stool looking at me. "Well I know it is a strange question but not if the answer I give is yes." Stepping towards me Ethan took my face in his hands then gave me a soft peck of a kiss that shivered as he did. Scared, no but unsure? Yes. Ethan left with his chocolate. "I am just getting out so you do not have to go." I got out and wrapped a towel around me. Ethan came back in. I was just going to go to him but he came to me. I sat on the stool while the boy twisting his face either side looked at me. I smiled and pulled him closer. I took my time while I opened each of the four buttons that closed his jacket. He looked wonderful standing in the yellow light of the bathroom. I moved the jacket over each shoulder. It fell away and then I knew that tonight either Ethan would be mine forever or never again. Now the strange part. I expected Ethan to cry at some time being overwhelmed with what was happening. No, it was me that cried when our arms encircled each other. I was begging his forgiveness for letting my feeling over power his poignant thoughts. Ethan held me like a pro. I could not say anything but he allowed all my tears to run down his right shoulder. I saw the tassels that tied up his trousers. I held it looking at him. I was going to pull it but instead I picked his jacket then took him to his room. "I will go to bed now. If you still feel the same I have a very big bed. You come find me. I never wear any trousers to bed but the truth is I would love to be with you." I kissed him then did what I had to do. I got into bed with my drink and waited even though I thought Ethan would fall asleep. I was just about to turn over myself when I saw Ethan at the door. "Are you sure you have space for me?" I pulled back the covers. I was just covered enough so I did not frighten him. Ethan walked to the bed and I reached out for him. He slipped the light off while I opened the cord feeling his trousers fall to the floor. "You know precious that if you get in this bed what can and might happen?" "Not really but then I do not care as long as no one will know." Ethan got in and I covered us up. I told him that the one special thing I would like to happen is that he did to me everything I did to him. I had the boy against me with his head upon my chest. I felt his back right down till I was holding his bottom in my hand. "I love you Ethan." I felt the tears of a boy who never cried land upon the hairs around my nipples. I lifted him up. I turned to face him then pulled him against me. He was hard. It was and felt good. I started to kiss him then I began to make love to this boy like I had never done to all my other young lovers. Only when my thumb contacted his stiffness did I know that it was some decision the boy had made to join me in bed. I allowed myself to kiss his bodyline from chin to tiny eggs covered in the softest skin. Ethan did a few things himself. He tried the same with me. His small lips nipping the skin that covered me. I know why he played with my foreskin because he had none. I almost laughed when he tugged back my skin then brought together our erections. My skin covered us both while we hugged and remained like twins joined at the genatalia. On the stand next to the bed I had a tube of oil, I had brought to use on such times as these. Cheeks apart I squirted some inside the hole then warmed the insides with a finger. When the skin-popped us apart I turned Ethan on his back. I turned the light on so that we could see what was going to happen then saw the most perfect form of a penis I had seen yet. A few tufts of hair stuck out either side of him but he did not care that I saw. I split his leg apart then lifted them. I was so close to the hole of his that I just bent forwards, it went inside. It was not tight but every push he squeezed. I held his penis then coated it with the oil. I rubbed him till I could feel his body pushing up and up. I could not wait but before I could say anything it was I who cum first. To this day I honestly thought I would never stop. Ethan just shouted "Yes." The ridges that were showing because of the circumcision rippled like a wave and he had what I learned were his first orgasm. He gave me some clear shots in the climax, one hit his chin. I cleaned him up taking the stray drip on my lips. The next kiss we both shared our love he had mine I had his. They mixed. Ethan sat up for a while and my ear rested against the softness. We both fell asleep. It was almost 11am when we woke. I had his morning organ at my lips while he was happy with what we had done. We chatted for a while then ran a bath. It was like 2 boys having fun. After we dried off we had some breakfast. Neither of us dressed we just stayed the way we were happiest. That afternoon Ethan spoke to his mother while he was naked and in my arms. After we made love on the floor. I taught him love while he taught me about wanting it. That night no question about who was sleeping where. We were together. The sun saw us come through 2 days. We dressed and had a walk. People said that we looked happy. I knew why. I made Ethan talk about what we had done. He understood it all. I saw him that day come to bed wearing some shorts. He looked at me saying "The day you do not undress me will be the day I know I am to old for you." "Ethan I wonder what mum would say if she found out that her son's teacher was her son's lover also?" "She would be on the phone and not worry at all." Ethan will return. Comment to Shaksbeer@ureach.com Part 7 Saturn's Rings of The Telescope will follow Flames ignored and extinguished.