Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 16:53:02 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Telescope chapter 7 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 7. The Rings of Saturn. So Ethan was a new friend with a whole new story to know. For my help while Mum did the move, Ethan just had time to drop me off a small gift. I was unsure of the giver but assumed it was he. I got a big smile when presented with it. I was given a Silver chain that had a small whale at the end. I do not talk of luck but Moby Dick had always been something of a favourite, as you know if you have read this series of chapter's. There was a card that read; "From one little fish, to the whale who taught so much in his harbour of love." Well thinking again, it must have been Ethan. Still 5 days to go before the boys all started to return from their holiday breaks. I started to make a diary. It would never be kept in the open either at home or work, God forbid. Being that you have been reading this you will see that I have decided to share my story with you. Anyway I had done so much work preparing for the next term when I decided to take a break and spend some time in the park. Yes I did view some of the boys at play but mostly it was a good time to rest and relax. The school secretary was out with her dogs, 3 Labradors. While a ball was tossed far away the dogs would try to be the first and collect it taking it back to her. On two bikes were what looked like brother and sister doing their best to out do each other by performing tricks. Each got progressively harder. A young boy tried to do what they were doing but with little success. The dogs ran towards him but he did not see them and they all collided. It looked like a train wreck. The boy was in tears, crying for all he could. Many people just looked on while the woman checked her dogs and walked off with no care for the boy who lay flat upon the ground. I quickly made a move then saw a mangled mess. The boy's foot had caught in the spokes of his wheel, ripping his trousers, tearing the skin. A lump was forming on his head but the crying had diminished. "Lay still son and I will call for an ambulance." I pointed to were I lived. He did not want an ambulance. He got his bag taking a phone from it. I realised what he was doing when, "Hello mum its me." The boy explained to her then passed the phone to me. I told her what happened, "I could take him to my home then decide they're what to do. She was cool in her way saying that this was a regular happening. "I will leave work and come straight home. For some reason I told her my life story over the phone and after she heard this was very pleased that someone was there. It was going to take her an hour so I lifted him up while the other 2 children pushed his bike to my house. His back and right leg was bruised. I ran a bath telling him that soaking in hot water would bring out the bruises quickly then I would cover any cuts with some cream. Although I was a total stranger he was quite happy to allow me to help him undress, a rip of 4 inches in the trousers knee would need repairing, plus the elbow had a rip in his shirt. I never took very much notice when undressing him. I found out he was 10 but full of the "I will do what I want." I sat with a sowing needle and thread mending the hole while not a sound could be heard. Every now and again I called just to make sure but got a formidable grunt and that was after "Yeah I am doing fine." I took a shirt for him to wear. His mum called to ask the damage. I went through the whole lot getting her to understand that this was far from my fault. The boy had a name. Simon Wrecks. "Wrecks by name and Wrecks by nature." Mum arrived just as I sat him down from the bath to bandage the leg that had been damaged. Mum sat with coffee explaining that she worked far away so trusted her son to look after himself. Clearly unable to do that she just wished school would start. The school was I taught so as you can guess I offered to help. She was over the moon as well as Simon. He would be in a class above mine so gave me a chance to get to know him. No questions asked but Mum went off to collect some things while Simon stayed the night. The illness was a preventative of his returning home that night. Simon took a look round while I did some rough cooking. He saw the boys' pictures but never asked anything just I gather accepted they were part of me. Mum lasted 15 minutes before she left. The words, "See you tomorrow," said the rest. I showed him to his room and gave him the spell about if he got lonely he could come find me. I redressed his leg and got him ready for bed. The worst part was he saw me looking at him with eyes of wanton lust. It took 20 minutes before he called me. Far from scared he was just afraid but I had never to tell a single person. "Don't think I am a baby but I do not like being alone when I have been hurt so much." I pulled back the covers and Simon jumped in with me. It was nice to feel someone so close. His shirt was off but the shorts remained on. He told me all what happened. I was the stupid one. I told Simon the rules of sleeping in my bed. I was going to laugh but he never took things seriously just cuddled up. "Simon you know I was joking doesn't you?" "You want me to stop then or are you just going to undress me. I am not silly. I have a friend called Chip who stays over with me and I with him. He told me that a special man was his friend. I think I have just met him." "We never did anything together but I wish we had. If I asked you to show me some things, would you?" "Look I am not who you think I am." Simon stood up and slipped his shorts down. I now had a new boy almost on top of me grasping for the attention he believed he thought I could give him." His penis was far bigger than I expected excited and ready for action. His skin was begging for me to touch it. No shaking just a single bead of sweat that pre-cum the full excitement of lovemaking. Simon was far from backwards, he was well taught either by books of other ways into sex and how it happened. While I touched him I got to understands that he had never masturbated. He had never done things with other boys. His closest treatment if that's the right way to put it was a 13-year-old baby sitter who forced him to finger her while threats were made. He asked what was going to happen and I told him that I would tell him just as we went along. Simon was so simple that even naked he was so calm. He did not mind, but his brain was all in favour of learning the next stage of growing up. I took this small boy, hand in hand then led him about the house. I begged him to do certain things. He never argued , he just did them. All the time I would have questioned what was going on he just did all that was asked. When at last he walked back to my room naked even then he said nothing. I remember my first day and how I had to think "Was this the right thing to do." Simon was clearly a boy of the next dimension where the rules spoken were to be followed at all costs. It was then I saw what I had taken into my bed. This boy although only 10 just who I had. He was cool because, tucking him next to me I had the boy of a well built size. He was bigger than all the others. His size grew almost immediately. I was allowed to hold him growing in my hand with every touch. Wriggling with length he was different. I did not know if he liked the touch, I saw him expand. The length of the penis pointed upwards while he looked down. The small round eyes covered with circular glasses looked at me unsure of what I was doing. I had to ask myself if he understood what I was doing. Simon's body moved as if he was unclear that my touch was correct. I carried on the movements but was clear that I should stop. I hade decided that the feelings I were giving him was right, however his body mov1ements said different. I started to tell him what I was doing. Simon froze so I carried on. He never spoke or declined what I was doing. Instead I went faster feeling the climax brewing throughout his body. I made the wrong move when I stopped for a while and undressed myself. I knew it was wrong when he pulled away from me. It was a strange experience. I pulled him tight and carried on. Simon's penis continued to grow. I tried to take his hand then place it on mine but he would have nothing of it. I took him into my lips and this made the difference. I had his hand on my back. I understood his reluctance. I pulled away but Simon pulled me back. I had made him take the choice that in my mind I never wanted. Simon placed two hands on my head then thrust. I had made this boy become the instigator when that should not have happened`. I asked Simon if he wanted to carry on because I felt that he was unsure? "I do not know what I have to do. This is all new. Can you understand that I am unsure?" I knew what he meant. It was as if I had forced this. I took the situation and tried to make him see the beauty of what we were doing. I was scared that he would be frightened off and maybe rather than love be what I wanted as all the others it would be something completely different. I was pig headed and got up collecting his shorts that were in his room. Simon 's face changed. He began to cry when I lifted his legs to put them on. I did not want that but could rationally not think of any other way around this. Life is stupid sometimes. I did a bad thing. I shouted at Simon. "Do you want to do this with me or are you just playing around?" That was one of those days when you wish for a hole to appear then swallow you up for being so silly. The tears flowed and I held him. I begged for forgiveness but Simon's answer was somewhat different. "Do you think I would still not be like this if I did not understand?" He took the shorts throwing them across the room. His erection had not gone down, if anything it was harder. His flesh was strange to the touch but that was emotion, I am sure. I got back with him but never attempted to get closer. Simon had nothing of that. His arms enclosed around me, our bodies touched. I clasped his erection while I managed to kiss him even though the kiss was new and strange to him. Simon held me for the first time but retracted the touch allowing me to think either the worse or just simply that this boy was not ready for sexual contact yet. It was I who held him, feeling his hardness as it grew even more. The skin was easy to retract. The head looked at me. Open, I did, then it slipped in. I let my tongue play with it. His body screamed when the sensitive parts were touched. I do not think he imagined that he could ever feel the sensations that went through his body at its crescendo, its peak when it came into contact with his brain. His legs as if automatically encircled my head squeezing it after every peak. Its length shook me because this 10-year-old boys penis easily hit the back of my throat causing me to reach, almost becoming sick. When I lifted off him I asked Simon if I may have the privilege of exciting him elsewhere just as powerfully as I had been a few minutes ago. I did not have to wait long before the answer. I saw the hole opening and closing when my finger closed towards it. He moved back naturally, common reaction being unsure what was going to happen. I kissed him then asked him to open his tight lips. Together we fought the fight of passion while my finger entered his anus. I was so careful. I had to gather the strength that prevented me from clasping my lips around his neck. The whisper became a beg. "Will you suck me like I did you?" I was ignored. I rubbed him while the finger went deeper into him. "Is it better with my fingers or my lips, Simon?" A single word. "Lips." So blackmail ensued. "You do me and I do you." I thought quickly if it was blackmail being that his lips were quicker to take me than him. We both sucked and enjoyed every minute. "If you keep doing that Simon then I will produce sperm and it will go in your mouth. Do you want that to happen?" Simon quickly lifted off me saying no. His lips went back on me again. In-between sucking him I suggested that I could tell when it was going to happen. "Shall I tell you or will you just let it happen?" "Tell me." My finger was very busy so when 2 finger was inside I told Simon that I could put what he was sucking into him then it would not matter when it came out. "The sperm in me? Lets do it now." I was angry because his sucking technique was very nice. I sat up while he sat on the upright organ. It went inside. He shouted, "Ouch, ouch it hurts stop." I did stop but being so close he was easy to persuade to suck while I did him. I was mad, almost begging him to let me come into him. I could imagine the mess. "Simon says it will be alright." He laid down the rules. I would suck him with two fingers inside. He would do his best but did not know what would happen. I had to get this right. I had made this boy agree to take my sperm as long as I did what I wanted to him so much. Madness. I could not allow this. I lifted him up saying that it was going to be fine. His erection grew even further so I slowed down. I watched his body shake. It was not dry but the drips slipped over my fingers. He watched as I took my fingers and sucked them clean. Simon wanted to stop. He wanted his shorts. I got them and it was all over. I could not even hug him. I never thought about what I had missed but Simon was soon asleep. During the night you might call me evil in a way. I did slip his shorts down then with saliva I covered his anus. I managed to get three fingers into him without any movement. I slid down so that I had my erection close to the hole. Pulling back the skin I was wet so entered easily. I lost count on one hand then I cum. It was a great climax. "That did not hurt. Maybe we can swap in the morning." The shorts left the bed and we slept tight together for the rest of the night. I woke with Simon in me. I said he was big so I did all I could to make it special for him. I was sure that I felt him cum inside me but maybe that was hope rather than happen. I ran a bath but Simon did not want to share. There was a holler. Edward came running through. Seeing me in the bath he stripped and jumped in. I introduced the boys but Simon watched Edwards's reaction at seeing me. "Peter, I have missed you so much. Mum and Dad both said I could stay with you over the holidays. I did something yesterday for you." He took his trousers then gave me a tube that contained white liquid. "Now I will be coming all the time for you." So that's the Telescope. From the easiest to see and examine to the furthest yet just seen but was there. I had for a boy lover taken many boys to love. The last, Simon I almost went to far. He was sitting on the side of the bath being stroked while Edward was there. So it was simple, Mercury was the element in a thermometer, the boys took my temperature up. Venus is associated with love, mainly women but I was the different apple in the barrel of love. Earth, well that's where we all found the boys we wish we could have. Mar's, Now that's the god of war. Either the war of law or maybe the war that permits us to love boys. Sounds the same in a way. Jupiter. This guy was the chief in roman mythology. My love for boys was the chief part of my life. Saturn, the planet of rings. The ring made a commitment when people show true love. Uranus, I won't go down that road. Neptune. Also the god of the sea. Our lives swam in all different directions. Pluto. The god of the underworld. People would see that being a boy lover is part of the underworld most would love to see disappear. So there are your planets. You would need one hell of a telescope to see them all in one night but by looking at me I think you will have a partial view of how the planets affected me. So what's next? I got to go back to school but got the chance to come back to England. My original boarding school needed a teacher in Secondary English. I was qualified so was asked. I was offered a cottage within the grounds and I could meet some new boys. I could also stay in America. Just remember this I was a boy who refused to accept he liked small boys until one was hurt. That's when the love exposed itself. I became a boy lover. My experiences began but became varied. I fell in love, one boy took my heart with his parents permission. I was asked to come home. Was Edward to come, was I to have more boys, and was I to find the cook beautiful at 60 years old? (YUK) Maybe it was just that I fell in love with the Gardener,? (Lord Chatterley's Lover) It all started with The Message. That's another story but only if enough of you want to read it. Comments to Shaksbeer@ureach.com I would like to hear, honest. Flames ignored and extinguished. Awaiting with baited breath and New Keyboard.