Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 22:10:40 +0200
From: frank_ryan@hushmail.com
Subject: Maxton Boarders part 3

As per usual, standard disclaimers apply. Don't read the story if you're
not old enough. If you do anyway, don't get caught! ;-)

This story is copyrighted Frank Ryan 2006.

Please let me know what you think of this story at
frank_ryan@hushmail.com. Thanks and please enjoy reading part 3 of
the Maxton Boarders.

*****

"I'll be putting ye here for a bit," the orderly told me, "just relax, it
won't be a minute until I return."

He had pushed the bed out from the lift through the doorway into the
children's ward and blocked the wheels before he left me and Mr Burby near
the right wall. I saw him walk to an office and a few minutes he came
back.

"Right, now I know where ye'll be staying lad. Room 312. `Tis near the end
of the ward."

He released the breaks and started walking through the ward.

"Here we are. This'll be yer room."

He pushed the bed through the open door into a room where there were 2
other beds already.

"Yep, ye'll be sharing a room with two other lads. Ye'll meet them
later, they be attending class now."

I looked around at the surroundings from my bed. I wasn't all that
interested though, I had far too many more important things to worry
about. I did notice all the hospital equipment hanging from the walls. He
placed the bed so the headboard was up against the wall.

"Now, don't run away. A nurse will be with ye in just a second," the
orderly said and then he winked at me and left us alone in the room.

"Mr Burby?" I asked in a small timid voice.

"Yes, I'm right here with you, Ed," he said and sat down next to my bed on
a chair he had taken from the corner. Then he took my hand in his.

"What's gonna happen now?"

"I'm afraid I don't know for certain, but I'm sure the nurse will tell us
when she comes to see you."

It didn't take long before a fairly large woman entered the room. She
looked old enough to be a granny and as soon as she walked through the
door she smiled big at me.

"Hello Edward, I'm Rose, and I'm here to make your visit as nice as
possible."

"What's gonna happen now?" I asked her.

"Now I need to fill out some papers and for that I need to do some
measurements. None of which will hurt the least, I promise," she said as
she was still smiling at me.

"Uh, ok I guess."

"I need to read your height and weight, so, please step out of the bed...
Oh, why didn't he lower it when he parked you here? I'll have to have a
word with that lazy dog soon," she sighed and went to the end of my bed,
did something and I felt the bed slowly moving towards the floor.

"Much better," she said and then she put down the bed guard, "now you can
come with me over here."

She led me to a scale with a built-in height measurer. She told me to
stand as upright as I could and that my heels and back of my head should
touch the scale.

"You're 4 feet 4 inches tall (134cm). Good," she said and she noted that
on the paper she had on a clipboard.

I was about to step onto the scale but she stopped me.

"Please strip to your underwear first."

I looked up at her in shock.

"Now, don't be all bashful with me. Come on and let's get it over with."

I didn't much like it, but did as I was told. Soon I was standing before
her in just my white y-front underwear.

"That's more like it, step onto the scale please."

I did and she adjusted the weight on the scale a little.

"Just on target I'd say. 66 pounds (30kg). You're a bit on the wee side,
but don't worry, you should start growing soon," she patted me on the
back.

"Now, let me see if I can find something for you to wear. Wouldn't want to
wrinkle your fancy school clothes eh?" she said in a playful voice.

She went to a closet I hadn't noticed until then and started opening
drawers and rummaging through the contents.

"Now, you can keep wearing your own underwear but you need to wear these
while you're around here. You shouldn't confine yourself to your bed, we'd
rather have you running about just as if you were at home, or should I
say, at the school?"

I agreed with her. Then took the clothes she was holding out for me to
take.

I put them on the bed and put on the socks first, they were rather thin,
and could hardly hold themselves in place once I had pulled them up on my
calves. Then I took the trousers, they were also rather loose, but with a
wide elastic band that fit nicely around my waist. And last a shirt with
sleeves that came to about half way down my forearms.

"The sleeves aren't long enough," I said as I looked up at Rose.

She pointed at the needle in my hand, "It's so they won't touch this and
maybe get caught on it. You don't want that to happen I'm sure."

I suppose she was right. The right sleeve had touched the end of the
needle as I had pulled on the t-shirt and it did hurt a little. I fiddled
with the needle a little, it wasn't because it hurt now, but I could feel
it where it went through my skin and the flexible part inside my arm. The
tape that held it firmly in place also irritated me as it tugged on my
skin.

"Be careful, you don't want the cap to get loose. If it does your blood
will start running out of it," Rose said as she gently moved my left hand
away from the needle.

"Here, please sit on the bed, I can see from the paperwork I got from the
orderly they didn't finish the examination at the casualty department. I
need to measure your blood pressure."

I sat on the bed and Rose took a strange looking item from the wall. It
was a cuff with two rubber hoses attached to it. At the end of one of the
hoses was a rubber ball. She placed the cuff around my left upper arm
after she had pushed up my sleeve.

"You'll feel some pressure on your arm where the cuff sits, but don't
worry," Rose told me in a soothing voice.

She pushed a button on the wall and I felt the cuff inflate. At first it
didn't feel bad then I could feel the blood to my arm being shut off.
Almost immediately the cuff was deflating.

"Just on target as well. No worries there. Your pulse is a bit rapid, but
I think that's because you're still a little frightened," she pulled the
cuff off my arm and put it back on the wall.

She reached into one of the pockets on the white coat she was wearing. She
told me she had to measure my blood glucose again, to see what effect the
IV had had on it. She showed me the small apparatus and told me that I'd
be taught how to do this myself during my stay at the hospital. I'd be
taught a lot of other things as well, and I wouldn't be released until
they felt I was comfortable with everything I had to do.

She took out some more items from her pocket, one of them a small pen
shaped thing. She told me that it was designed to make a very small hole
in the skin so a drop of blood could be squeezed out. She went on and said
there were a number of places on my body where it could be used, but it
was easiest to use the tip of my fingers. She asked me to hold out my left
hand.

"Right, now first thing you should always do," she emphasized the `always'
part, "is to wash your hands or use an anti-septic pad on the finger
you're going to take the sample from. I know how dirty boys can get when
they run and play, so it's important you do this."

She took a small package and ripped it open. Inside was a small cloth that
had a certain smell to it. Like spirit or something. She carefully wiped
the end of my index finger with it. It felt cool to my skin. Then she took
the pen and pulled on the end of it. She placed it close to my finger.

"You'll feel a slight prick in your finger now."

And she pushed a button on the pen and a muted crack came from it along
with an instant pain in my finger.

"Ow!" I exclaimed and pulled my hand to me and grabbed my finger.

She caressed my arm for a moment then started preparing the apparatus for
the blood sample.

A small sensor covered in foil was unwrapped and stuck into the apparatus
from the side. I watched with great curiosity as she did this. A beep was
heard from the apparatus.

"When you hear the first beep, it means it's ready to accept a drop of
blood on the sensor," she pointed to the sensor. She took my hand, then
put pressure on the tip of my finger and I saw a small drop of blood form
on it. She held my finger still and moved the apparatus close to it so the
sensor just touched the blood. I watched in awe as the blood was quickly
sucked up by the sensor and jumped a bit when the apparatus beeped.

"Now, when it beeps the second time, it's because the sensor has enough
blood in it for the meter to analyze it," Rose explained while she used a
paper towel to clean the little excess blood off my finger.

When she was done I immediately put the tip of my finger into my mouth and
used my tongue to soothe the pain in it. Then the meter beeped one final
time. Rose held it up so I could see what was on the display.

It didn't show much, just the number `21.4' followed by the cryptic word
`mmol'. She explained that in people who didn't have diabetes the number
would at all times be between 3 and 6 mmol. But people with diabetes have
a disorder so the number will increase up to many times that. She said
that I should aim for always having a number between 4 and 9, that if it
was higher than 10 it wasn't good.

"But the number there is 21.4. It must be really, really bad then?" I
asked her.

"It isn't good, but we haven't really started the treatment yet. You'll
see, in about a week from now your numbers will be where we want them.
However, I think it's better if we start another IV. And I'm sure you
could use a glass of water too."

She asked Mr Burby if he wanted something to drink as well and when he
said yes, he was told he could go and get what he wanted from the nurse's
office. He left the room after telling me he'd be right back.

Rose put an IV bag on a pole on my bed and hooked me up to it.

"You'll have to stay in your bed until this finishes up," she pointed at
the bag, "and after that, I'm sure the good doctor will come and speak to
you. If you need me, just pull the string."

She left the room, and I was alone. I looked at the meter and the pen now
lying on my bedside table. Then I looked at the needle in my arm, now
slowly filling my body with salt water. I lay my head on the pillow and
over and over the same words crossed my mind.

- Why me?

I head a knock on the door and turned my head towards it as a tall man in
white coat carrying a clipboard entered.

"And you must be Edward," he said as he sat down next to my bed.

He looked at me and asked when my birthday was. I told him.

"So you'll turn 13 in 4 months. I bet you're looking forward to that?"

I smiled meekly and nodded.

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I'm Doctor Hadley," he said and stuck
out his hand.

Then he looked at my right hand.

"Gosh, sorry, I'm clearly not thinking straight," he laughed and padded my
shoulder instead of shaking my hand.

"Diabetes it is?" He looked at me and cocked his head.

"That's what they told me."

"Well, it certainly isn't the end of the world. Even if it would seem that
way right now."

"You will need to live your life a little different from now on, but if
you just make sure to keep your blood glucose level as steady and as close
to normal as you can, you will be able to enjoy life as any other boy your
age."

It comforted me to hear a doctor say it wasn't so bad. But still I'd
rather be sitting in math class at that time, instead of being in the
hospital.

Just about then, Mr Burby returned. He greeted the doctor and introduced
himself. They talked a little about my condition then Doctor Hadley went
back to me and explained about insulin and why it was important for the
body.

"So you see; if there's no insulin, the sugar can't enter a cell and the
cell won't have the energy it needs to do its job properly. That's why you
had a headache this morning, and I bet you have had them before?"

As I thought for a moment I realised I did have a lot of headaches in the
last 4 or 5 months.

"And you probably get rather exhausted when you do sports or any other
activity where you use your muscles?"

Again I had to agree.

"That's because your muscles need sugar to function properly too. But they
can operate on fat too, so you've probably lost a little weight too.
Anyway, we're going to start you on insulin from today. It will take some
time to figure out exactly what amount of insulin you need as it varies
from person to person and it also depends on what you eat."

I paid attention to his words.

"What about sweets and Coca-Cola?" Mr Burby asked.

"I'm afraid Edward here will have to limit that a lot. The amount of sugar
you eat should be limited to about 50 grams per day. And there's sugar in
most food so it'll be hard to stay within the limit if you also eat sweets
and drink cola. However, you can have sweets one day per week. Regular
cola, you shouldn't drink at all. But at least there's a diet version of
that without any sugar and you can safely drink that."

It wasn't like I was stuffing my face with sweets and Coke every day, but
when and if I had the chance, I wasn't better than any other boy my age.

"I have some books you can read if you want to, Edward. They'll explain in
more detail the things I've just told you. And now I'll help give you some
insulin. You'll learn how to do this yourself, but we won't start teaching
you that until you feel comfortable about doing it yourself."

He fished out what seemed like a big marker pen from his pocket. He
explained it was a syringe with insulin that could be used multiple times.
Then he went on to show how you attached a very fine needle to it,
adjusting the dose of insulin and then it was time.

"Now I've set the amount of insulin you should take to 8 units. It might
not be enough, but only time will tell. This is a type of insulin that is
called Rapid. It will enter your blood stream and start working within 15
minutes of the injection. It'll last for about 2 hours. You will take this
before the main meals of the day, that is, breakfast, lunch and supper.
And for the night, there's another type of insulin you'll need to take. It
starts working after 2 hours of injection and for about 12 to 14 hours
afterwards."

While he was talking he had moved the chair closer to the bed, fished the
shirt from out of my trousers and pushed it up to my chest. He then moved
the waistband of the trousers down over my pubic bone.

"There is a schedule you should follow when you are to pick a spot for the
injection. I'll bring a detailed diagram of it for when you should start
doing it on your own, but for now I'll do it. What you want to do is first
clean the area."

He took one of those anti-septic pads and wiped the skin under and to the
right of my belly button about half way down towards my pubic bone.
"Then you have to make sure you won't push the needle too far into your
skin, it should only just reach the layer beneath your skin. You do that
by gently squeezing a fold of your skin between two fingers."

He demonstrated this.

"And then you just push it in a fluid motion into the skin. Don't hold
your breath, there's no reason for that."

I hadn't even noticed I had stopped breathing. I exhaled and then breathed
in deep. As I did, he pushed the needle through my skin and I didn't feel
more than a very slight pressure. He went on to tell me how to inject the
insulin and to leave the needle inside the skin for about 30 seconds
before pulling it out.

"Then you unscrew the needle and throw it out, so you don't accidentally
use it twice. Now, that wasn't so bad was it?"

"No, I could hardly feel it."

I looked at Mr Burby who smiled at me.


10. The start of a new life?

Troy of course came to visit me later that evening, just as Mr Burby had
promised he would. I had a long talk with my mom on the phone and she came
to visit on Wednesday, just for a few hours before she had to go back
home. I pleaded that she'd take me with her, but the insulin doses hadn't
been worked out completely.

The two boys I shared a room with were chatty fellows for sure. But they
had been at the hospital for a while and already had a pretty good
friendship going. I found it hard to be included in their chats so I
mostly spent the first couple of days in my bed with books and assignments
from my teachers at school. The headmaster and my dorm master Mr Tucker
had paid me a visit Tuesday evening.

They tried to be nice to me, but I felt it was only because I was sick and
it was kind of awkward. At night, when the lights were turned off and the
other boys were asleep I lay awake. I tried to sleep but my mind wouldn't
shut off and my thoughts kept me awake. I complained to the doctor about
not being able to sleep and he suggested it may be due to my lying in bed
doing nothing but read books all day.

So that day, I left my bed and went exploring both inside and outside the
hospital. The nurses weren't too pleased that I was going outside where
they couldn't keep an eye on me, but they finally allowed it. Rose gave me
a packet of sugar and told me to eat it if I at any time felt sick. And
then I should return to the ward immediately after.

Nothing did happen though, and I enjoyed walking around even if there
wasn't much to see. I went back after 45 minutes had passed and Rose asked
me how it had been.

"Lovely," I told her.

And she smiled at me then caressed my cheek. She told me that it was a
good time as any to get to know what it feels like when the blood glucose
level gets too low. So I was to skip lunch, but still have my insulin
shot. Rose gave me that shot, and told me to walk around the ward with
her. We walked for half an hour and I couldn't feel any changes in my
body. I measured my glucose level and it was 5.5.

"Right, then we better get you started on the exercise bike."

So I sat and pedalled for 15 minutes until I started feeling rather
strange. I couldn't think straight and when Rose slowly led me to my bed
with a firm hold on my shoulder I for no reason at all got real furious
with her. I told her I could walk on my own and tried to get out of her
grip, when I failed I cursed at her and started crying. She just kept on
walking me to the room and my bed.

Once there she quickly measured my glucose again and gave me a small brick
carton with orange juice to drink. Almost immediately my mood returned to
normal and I apologised profusely for my bad behaviour.

"Think nothing of it, sweetie, I know you didn't mean it. But now you've
felt what it feels like to run out of sugar in your body, and that was the
whole idea of this exercise. If you ever feel this way again, quickly
measure your blood glucose and if it's too low, eat or drink something
that has sugar in it. And now, you better have your lunch, so you won't
feel it again when the juice is gone."

The next day, Friday, I was to try and inject insulin into my body on my
own. Doctor Hadley guided me through the whole thing and when he saw me
sitting there with the needle almost but not quite touching my skin, he
told me to go ahead and stick it in. I took a deep breath and slowly
pushed the needle inside. Then I pushed the piston and the insulin went
in. After a while I removed the needle and threw it in the rubbish bin.

He playfully hit me on the shoulder and told me I did great.

The next few times Rose or another nurse would talk me through it just
like the doctor had done and after that I did it all by myself when the
nurse told me it was time. They had worked out just how much insulin I
needed to take each time and I had talked to a diet specialist who told me
what I could eat and what I could not eat. Many of my favourite things to
eat were sadly on the wrong list.

And suddenly Doctor Hadley told me it was time I went back to the school.
But I was to visit the hospital frequently so they could follow my
progress and I could talk to the doctor if I had any concerns. He also
gave me a card with the number for the children's ward if there was
anything I wanted to ask them. Rose called the school and let them know
they could send someone to pick me up.

It was Monday, exactly one week after I had been rushed to the hospital,
that I left the hospital. Unfortunately it wasn't Mr Burby who came for
me, but Mrs Swanson. We hardly spoke a word on the drive home, she only
asked if I was alright and I said I was. At 2PM in the afternoon we drove
past the gates to the school and she let me out of the car in front of the
main entrance.
I climbed the stairs and went to the headmaster's office to let them know
I had returned. His secretary lit up when I entered her office and asked
me how I was doing and wanted to know about my stay at the hospital. I
told her briefly what it had been like and then she told me to run along
and that I didn't have to go to class that day. I went to my room carrying
the plastic bag with stuff I had gotten from the hospital.

As I was putting items in my drawers there was a knock on my door. And in
entered non other than Coach Myers. I looked at him feeling quite
apprehensive and had to stop myself from moving backwards away from the
door.

"Eddie, I'm sorry to hear what happened to you. I've already talked to
your parents and we all agree that just because you have diabetes you
shouldn't leave the soccer team. So I'll be expecting you at practise
tomorrow as per usual."

"Yes Sir," I said, even if I had rather said something else. But he had
already talked to my parents and I knew I probably wouldn't be able to
change their minds now.

Just as he left the room, he said something to me that I hadn't expected.
He told me it was nice to have me back again. With that, he closed the
door behind him without waiting for a response from me.

I just milled about my room trying to think of something to do until Troy
would finish classes for the day. I ended up in front of the computer and
decided to look at some of the stories he had shown me on the net. I came
to the site and clicked on the Young friends section and waited for the
long list to come up on the screen. I just clicked on the first the best
story and started reading it.

My dick went from soft to hard in a matter of seconds as I read of some
dudes doing pretty much the same thing Troy, George and I had done. I
could remember the feelings I had experienced and decided I wanted to feel
that way right there and then. I turned off the computer and lay down on
my bed, where I undid my belt and trousers and pulled them down to my
knees. My underwear followed suit.

I grabbed my hard tool in my hand and slowly stroked it. The foreskin was
peeled back on the down stroke and completely hid the head on the
upstroke. I thought of Troy licking and sucking my boner and increased the
speed of my stroking. I could feel I was getting close to the feeling, and
then I thought of Troy when he was putting his boner into my butt. And
that's what I thought of when I was tickling all over.

I checked the end of my dick but it was as dry as when I had started. I
lay for a few minutes basking in the feeling of complete relaxation as my
breathing slowed. I had almost forgotten how good it was, as I hadn't
played with myself a single time when I was at the hospital. I guess I
just simply forgot about doing it because of the all other things that
took place there. I let out a small sigh and pulled up my underwear and
trousers.

Just as I was securing my belt the door opened and in walked Troy. He saw
me on my bed and smiled at me. He went to my bed and sat down next to me.

"I've missed you SOO much," he exclaimed.
"I missed you too," I replied and grabbed his arm, pulling him on top of
me.

He ended up sitting with his bum on my dick, his knees close to my
armpits. Then he grabbed hold of my wrists and forced my arms over my head
as he bent over me and brought his lips to meet mine in a small kiss. He
pulled back and looked at me with a huge smile.

"It's been so boring without you. Don't ever leave me like that again," he
said and lay back down on my chest so his head was next to mine. He put
his arms under my back and hugged me. Gently I moved my arms and hugged
him in return before I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek. I
wanted to tell him how much he meant to me but I just couldn't find the
words. And deep down, I think he understood anyway.


11. Summer time.

July was quickly approaching and so was the summer vacation. I knew from
previous years that I'd be stuck at the school for most, if not all, of
the vacation, with hardly anyone else being there. And those who were,
would only be there for a couple of weeks. I hadn't talked to Troy about
this, even when he told me about his plans for the summer. But some day he
asked me what I was going to do for the summer.

"Oh, I don't know... I'll mostly be around this place I think," I answered
telling only half the truth.

"For the entire summer?" He looked at me like he wouldn't believe it.

"Yeah, my parents pay so much for the schooling... They can't afford to have
me home for very long. Besides I kind of like it here during the summer,"
I lied.

I don't know why I lied to my best friend in the world, but I guess it was
part for not wanting him to feel sad for me and part for not humiliating
myself more than necessary. He looked at me with a face that in no
uncertain ways told me that he didn't believe me. But he just left it at
that. At least I thought so at the time.

At night about a week later he asked me from his side of the room, if I
was sleeping yet. In fact I was so I didn't respond until he climbed on
top of me and kissed me on the nose.

"Wake up, Eddie," he said in a sing song voice.

"I'm up, is it morning already?" I was still tired and felt like I had
only been sleeping for a couple of minutes. As I looked at the clock radio
next to my bed I could see that it really wasn't morning yet.

"Why'd you wake me?" I asked him and tried to roll over on my side and
resume my sleeping.

"No, don't go back to sleep, I have to tell you something. It's
important!"

I sat up and Troy moved back to sit on my thighs. Then I noticed he was
only wearing his underwear.

"You cold?" I asked him, and when he nodded, I told him to get up and then
lifted the covers from my bed. "Get in under the covers."

He jumped into the bed with me and nearly hit me in the groin with his
left knee.

"Hey, careful! You nearly cracked my nuts with your knee."

He giggled and hugged me.

"Oh... I gotta tell you this now," he said in a hurried voice, "you're not
spending this summer here. You're coming with me to Egypt!"

"Egypt?" I asked, dumbfounded. "But how?"

"By plane, you dummy. Or would you rather walk and swim? It's gonna be a
long swim for sure."

I shoved him out of my bed. Sadly, my bed covers went with him onto the
floor.

"Fine, if that's the way you feel. I'll just use this in my bed then," he
said and turned around bringing the duvet with him.

I wasn't much up to trying to sleep with no covers. Yes it was summer
time, but the room was still kind of chilly and it wouldn't do to sleep
without my cosy duvet. So I jumped up from my bed, and snatched the duvet
from him and got back in my bed.

"Bah," he uttered then came back to me.

He told me how he had phoned his parents and they in turn had spoken to my
parents, coming to an agreement that I was going to live with them for the
two months the summer vacation lasted. I wondered briefly how they had
convinced my parents, but then I thought about going to Egypt with Troy.

"What's it like there?" I asked him.

"It's very hot. But we have air-condition in the house, so it's not so
bad. And we have a swimming pool, so we can swim every day if we want to."

- It sounds so cool there...

I only managed to think that before drifting back to sleep. When I woke up
the next morning, I found that Troy had decided to spend the night in my
bed. He was lying on his stomach, head turned away from me and he was
gently snoring. I looked at my clock radio and noticed it was nearly time
to get up anyway, so I shook Troy to wake him up.

He woke up and turned his head and smiled at me, showing his pearly white
but slightly crooked teeth. He pursed his lips and I bent down and kissed
him, then climbed over him to stand on the floor.

I went to my closet and picked up a pair of white briefs and took off the
ones I had worn the previous day and night. I felt something hard and hot
touch my bum as I was bending down to remove the briefs.

"Shh, don't move," Troy whispered to me, "just stay just like that for a
little while. Please."

So I nodded, and I felt a little pain as Troy tried to push in his dick
but it hit my skin just below my hole. He quickly corrected his aim and I
felt my hole enlarging as I did what I could to relax the muscle there.

"Ow, it hurts," I whimpered.

"Just take the pain for a little while longer... It feels so great. Oh yeah.
That's it, I'm in you now. Just 2 more inches to go."

My hole felt like it had endured much more than the sole inch he had put
into me so far. But I stood there and let Troy put the rest of his dick
into me.

"I'll just wait a minute now," He whispered.

"Ok."

After about a minute had passed he withdrew his dick so only the head
stayed inside my ass then he slammed back into me.

"Ugh."

I grunted and he panted while he was moving his hips and suddenly I could
hear the gentle slaps as his hips made contact with my buttocks. I tried
to make him move a little slower but he was too far into fucking me to
hear my pleading voice. I could hear kids start to move about in the
hallway and was worried one of them, perhaps George, would open the door
and see what we were doing.

At last... well I guess only a couple of minutes had passed, Troy changed
the speed at which he was fucking me. He started breathing faster and
then slowed his movements. The last few thrusts was rather violent nearly
causing me to bang my head on one of the shelves inside my still open
closet. And then he stopped completely, hugging my hips forcing his dick
as far inside my ass as possible.

He stood there for a few moments before he withdrew his wilting dick and
left my hole winking at him. I could feel the emptiness, but I could also
feel the pain as the muscle tried to close my hole. We quickly got into
our school uniforms and just as I reached for the door handle, Troy turned
my head and kissed me on the mouth. Just a quick peck, but I knew it was
his way of saying "Thanks, you're the best," for letting him rut my bum
like he had.



*****

Yes, I know this part is rather short compared to the other two parts, but
it's taken quite some time to write the last couple of pages. I wrote the
first 11 pages in about a day after I had submitted part 2 of the story to
the nifty archive. And then I milled about trying to figure out where to
take the story, and only just now decided to post what I have, before some
of you impatient folks out there decide to come looking for me and try to
do something to make me write some more. (Thanks guys and gals for the
encouraging mails you sent me. You know who you are, so no names
mentioned.)

If you are a writer, and you would like to help continue this story,
please get in touch with me, and let's see what we can work out together.

And again, if you have any feedback to this story, please let me know at
frank_ryan@hushmail.com. Your mails will be kept strictly private and your
address will not be shared with anyone.

Thanks
Frank Ryan