Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 18:03:30 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Citizens Band Radio Most of you know I have been ill because of Cancer. Being Dyslexic is something I have to deal with as well. Today I have had some different treatment that has enabled me for the first time to write a brand new story from the beginning. It is all new. I had a visitor who was one of the people who does my proof reading. He told me that I should send it as it is. It is a story about the friendship that develops between a man and a boy after a strange start. I have the copyright to this and all other stories by me so do ask if you wish to use them. This includes all fee-paying sites. Check that your country allows this kind of story because sex between men and boys is illegal so in your countries this story may be the same. All names used are coincidental and no harm was done while making this story. It is from my imagination. This is pure fiction. The Citizen's Band Radio I was so pleased to be collecting my four-wheel drive car tonight after it had been apart from me for 3 days. I had the full service done being that winter was almost here. "I was wondering. Could you get it to be like it was 6 months ago after I brought it new?" Because I had just finished running the car in I treated it to the good clean up. You know what a good Garage can do. I was told quite clearly that it would be better than new. I worked and owned a shop. A Large shop that sold all different kinds of electrical equipment. Around this time it was the start of a new craze called C B Radio. Well after getting a good inspection and test I went ahead and brought a home base station also a set up for the new car. I had someone set it up and install the aerial that was needed at home. Now I was not stupid but I had to ask where the light was that needed to go on the aerial outside to warn the aeroplanes. I will let you all have a good laugh. I read the book C B Radio for the complete Novice. I had to get a name to use, I went blank. Have you ever tried to get a name for a baby? Well this was just the same. After 4 hours I came up with Light House 1. I switched on and was shown how all the things worked. Well there you have it. In a quiet house I had voices at all different levels talking. 1.4.1.4. For Light House 1. Hey that's me. What did I do? Hello I am here. Light House 1 go to channel 24. Now this would take some time being that I was not quite sure on how to get there. I eventually did. "Hello." The voice said, "About time to. This is Paul. (The installer guy.) I wanted you to know never use channel 9 unless it is an emergency." He told me what the main reasons were for being polite, but when he mentioned "Bucket mouth." I was lost. He laughed and mentioned the book. I read the book and realised it was people who used foul language. That evening I tried it out. The C.B not the bad language. I made more mistakes but the people I spoke to understood. Before long it was morning. I had been on it all night. I went to work and listened to all the people who had problems with Smokie Bears, I never saw any bears smoking. At work I was offered some boots. Now for all you out there who have not or do not care about C.B. Radio's all this explanation will soon end. The Boots. These were power amplifiers that could let signals travel further. Many miles away on a clear night. Expensive but I had to include a T.D. Television Disrupter. When you used the extra power you inadvertently disrupt neighbours Television. Well all bought and set that evening I spoke to 44 different people. I went to work the next day with all the tales to tell. I was annoyed that I could not get as far as the manager who said he spoke to someone at the other end of the country. The shop became empty. It took a customer covered in snow to tell us why. There had been a blizzard and at least 6 inches had fallen in 1 hour. We closed at 4pm. The four-wheel drive was a godsend. Cars slid left and right while I took things real slow. "1.4.1.4. for an emergency. I had not heard this before but the guy sounded straight enough or perhaps I should say genuine. I went to channel 9. "To anyone on this channel I need your help. My son goes to Righton School. He goes by bicycle. He is an hour late." I pulled over. " He has a 2 way radio that's not answering. I am real worried. Can anyone help?" After a number of questions from concerned channel 9 listeners most wish him the best. I heard him say his name was Beetroot Jar. Everyone is entitled to a name. One guy said he would go look but much later. Beetroot Jar started to describe his son. Quickly the channel was blocked. "Hey man Dog Warden here. Do not say any more because you never know who has his ears on." Beetroot jar just mentioned the school again. I was less than 2 miles from the school. I explained who I was and offered my assistance. "Thanks His name is, then all I got was beeps and other strange noises. I said I did not understand being new to all this Suddenly Dog Warden told me to go to another channel while the boy's father stayed at channel 9. "Light House 1 this is Dog Warden. The boy is called Salad Cream. No one local can hear this I have 1000 Kilo Watts of boots." Now whatever he said I aint got a clue but I had the information. Slowly I made my way to the school. When I was outside I called the boys father. "No sign at the school." I said I would slowly drive home. I did not know the boys address but I could not wander all night. I had been going for 10 minutes when I saw a boy sitting with a bike. He was under a bus shelter. "Light House 1 to Beet root jar." The man answered. "Is there anything that can describe him better? "Yellow and White Bike." I could see one of those. "Black rucksack and yellow coat. I hope he remembered to put them on." I could see them. "Oh and he would have Dirty trousers." I smiled because I could see that. Now came the clever part. "Beetroot jar get the lettuce coz I think I've found the Salad Cream." Various noise that demanded more information flashed through the speakers. I pulled up beside the boy. "Hello is you OK?" The boy looked very scared. "I took a tumble in the snow. I got a bent wheel. My radio broke so I am stuck." I got a blanket and rear seat cover from the boot. I placed the cover over the rear seat. "Well young Mr Salad cream we better get you home." With a strange look from the boy I took his bent bicycle and edged it on the back seat. With a little help I took him to the passengers seat and wrapped him up. "Well Salad Cream what's your name I am Dan? The boy, remnants of a full-scale collision said, "I am called Timothy." I took the Radio. "Beetroot Jar I would like to confirm that I have a slightly cracked bottle of Salad Cream in my car and we are on root to you." There were so many people cheering at different times. I pulled over to a café. "Tea or coffee? Got to get you warmed up." All I got was "Could I have a milk shake." Who was I to argue? I gave Timothy the microphone and told him to call his father. I went for coffee and a milkshake. When I got back the conversation was well under way. The snow like all of us had caught Timothy. As he left school a lorry went passed him so fast that it caused a vacuum. The bike got caught and over they all went. Timothy was sensible because he sat and waited. But the bent wheel and bruised leg caused a problem. He had managed to get his cold weather gear on but the 18-inch rip in the trousers did not help. He was getting very cold. His two-way radio had broken so you can imagine, this child thought he was in real trouble. "Well now you have spoken to your father and have warmed up a bit, where to? He told me his address adding, "You are not a mass murderer are you?" We took things slow and it did take time. After an hour we were almost there. Timothy called his father. Just as we got to his house I could see a woman at the door. I went to the passenger's door and opened it. Carrying the blanket covered boy I headed towards the house. With formal directions we headed towards a fire and a large chair beside it. With considerable ease I took the blanket. His trousers had torn and an angry purple mark could clearly be seen. I went back to the car taking his bicycle into the house. There was a coffee made so did not want to seem inhospitable. I took it with pleasure. Dad was still chatting to all those who had been asking about his son. Finally he walked across to me shaking my hand with great aplomb. Mum was trying to get Timothy undressed. His clothing was covered in a combination of snow and mud. As mum got to his shirt the poor boy started to cry. Not little tears but those big ones that make you want to scoop them up and say, "Everything will be alright." His father had his wallet out and quite a few notes in his hand. "Please take this and thanks for all you did." I told him that I would be insulted. It had been a pleasure to help a fellow radio enthusiast. "Put it towards the repairs on his bicycle." His father had already looked. "Tim's going to have to go by bus for a while." Timothy's tears escalated. "No dad not that. I hate the bus. They keep on at me. I would rather walk." I made a suggestion. I live just up the road. How about I take Timothy to school and bring him home. He would have to get up earlier and wait an extra 30 mins for me to collect him but I am willing if that helps." Timothy looked at his father. "Oh please dad you know I hate the bus. I will give Dan the money from my evening paper round to pay for it. Then when the bike is fixed we all will be happy. It would be so tiring to walk to school but I would." I show Timothy's father my Licence I had got for the C.B.Radio. It did show my address. I lived about 12 houses away. We spoke in the hall. "We have only just met today, you did save my son's life." Slight exaggeration. "Well if you are sure then we will give it a try." We shook hands. I asked if I might say goodbye. "I do not think I could stop you." I went to see Timothy. He had calmed down. He thanked me a lot for what I did. He was resting for 2 days, Mother said I should, I will be going back to school on Wednesday." I saw his mother looking through a catalogue of "Boys clothes." I made a note of what date to collect him. I saw something that made me smile. We all parted company and that night I was a hero to so many people who chatted to me. The next day I drove slowly into work. The road although they had supposed to have been gritted and covered in salt were treacherous. I was in work for a short time when the press came looking for me. They had heard the communications all through last night and they wanted to meet the man who saved the boy. My manager, even though his boss (ME) was suitably impressed which got me a half-day. Now I do not act on impulse and when I said my boss gave me half a day extra what I meant to say was that the boss did give me half a day however I owned the store. I would work in the store just like any of the others. Some weeks I made a bonus and some I ended up retraining because I got something wrong. I wanted it that way. I took the half-day and went to see a friend who owned another store. He had heard about what happened and was much more impressed being that I had been with a radio for less than 1 day. I do not want what I did to make this story what it was not. I entered a stationers then my friends place. On the way home I stopped off to see how Timothy was doing. "Hello Dan come in. People have been asking about you all day." I told him the same story. Timothy had been to the Doctors and rest was prescribed. I gave Timothy a paper bag. "Happy Birthday Timothy." He wanted to know how I knew. I pointed at the calendar. Timothy had 4 cards and a new 2-way radio. I wanted to test it with him so went back to the car. For almost 20 minutes we spoke about nothing in particular. I said I had to go but would be in to get my coat. Timothy's mum and dad were watching him. "Well that's the first smile we have had all day" I told them I would have to go but wanted to know if Timothy was going to school in the morning. "He has not done much walking so maybe another day resting wont hurt." I ruffled the hair on his head. "Well Timothy you can call me. I am ready when you are." I turned to leave. "Oh before I go, would you do me a favour Timothy. I need something cleaned. I thought as you are sitting down you might help." Timothy showed willingness and said of course he would. I went to the car returning a few moments later. "Would you clean your bike then? Happy Birthday Timothy." His face was the one thing that stuck in my mind as I left. Tim's father asked me what was going on. I explained that a friend heard what had happened and happily replaced Timothy's bike with a new one. No charge to you. It's a gift. Please accept it with the love it is given." I was almost at the car. "You brought the bike. You have made it clear." He thanked me and never refused it at any time. I did speak to Timothy on the radio but a group of people had got together and sung happy birthday to him. I also learned later about his father. I told Paul to call me. "Timothy's father is disabled in some way so cannot work. They do everything for the boy but go without for him. He is a good lad but sometimes wish he could be like other boys. He was an intelligent boy until he went to the school he is at now. I am sure it has something to do with the boys and bullying but its all part of growing up. It's hard for a boy of 12 to be anything but the odd one out. Well the next morning I called over the radio and was surprised to hear that he was ready for school. I drove round to collect him. He was different. He stood in what looked like all new clothes. I wondered if he could not go to school because his only set of school clothing had been ruined after the accident. There was a slight limp but he looked happy enough to be going. "Hello Dan." His parents waved when we drove off. He was quiet. "So what lessons have you got today?" he checked his book. "I would have games but the doctor said that I should give it a week or two so that my leg will get better. I have English, Art and History. That's my favourite. I took it slow so that he did not have to wait to long before the bell sounded and he went to lessons. For the rest of the day I thought about nothing else. I left a number for the school to call in case of a relapse. The letter from his parents was good enough to say who I was. I worked hard that day and admired the picture that the paper had taken. The article was very good. After selling 4 televisions, 3 washing machines and several other small electrical items it was time to close. I drove to the school and there was Timothy waiting just inside the school. With a little help, being that he had been on his feet all day we got in the car. He called home saying that I had collected him. We drove until we got to the coffee shop. "Shall we both get a drink tonight?" He did and together we sat in the warm shop drinking coffee and a milkshake for Timothy. "Why did you buy me that bicycle?" I told him that I thought that all boys should have a bike and he was not going to be an exception. "I am grateful that you found me. I could have been there all night." I smiled. "I would have carried on searching till I found you. How did your lessons go?" he took his books from his bag. Well they were all fine but I have to find out all I can by next week all about the Pharaohs. That will be difficult." I wished him good luck. I also asked him if he would like to earn some pocket money by washing my car. "That would be very good. I am saving for some lights for my new bicycle." When I got him home I checked with his parents. They agreed. "We have to go shopping and the less time he is with us the quicker we can get it done." Timothy made a silly comment after what his father had said and I made my goodbyes. The following day he was not well. Timothy's leg was causing him some pain. On inspection further bruises were found. His parents believed that he had been bullied after all the Newspaper articles. Come Saturday Timothy was much better. I told his parents that we were going to collect papers first to do with accounts then Timothy would clean the car. We might get some lunch while we were out. His mother made him look so smart. There was a second set of clothing for when we washed the car. The morning. "Well Timothy we have to go to the warehouse. I have to collect an engine that weighs a ton then 4 wheels and 2 axels that weigh another ton. Somehow we have to get them to a Mr Moon at the front of the warehouse. So get your thinking cap on." I could see him writing on a pad that was on the back seat. He was cool and interesting the way he worked things out. This problem had him stumped. I parked at the back of the warehouse. I spoke to a guy who told me that the items had already been taken to the front. When we went around a young lad said the things were inside. It took Timothy 5 minutes to work it all out. There was a large sign The Pharaohs of Egypt. "So that's where we need to get the things." He looked at me then said, "I get it 2 ton car moon. The museum had the full works. Timothy took advantage of getting every leaflet he could. As a sponsor of the museum I was allowed to go to the previews. Timothy came with me. It did not open to the public for another week. By then he would have missed out on something that would and could have helped him in History. We had Scarab Burgers for dinner and Timothy got to see the actual mummified remains of one of the Kings. Even the jars that contained the internal organs. I bought him a book that contained all the sites known to date that had been found. We spent the whole day together. I called his parents telling them what we were doing and would there be a problem if we got back slightly late. No problem at all. Well Timothy was concerned that it was getting dark and he may not see clearly to wash the car. "I have a better idea." I drove for a while then stuck the car in the carwash. Together we sat while the wash gave the car the full works. It was fun and what I liked most was the little hug we had together while the water crashed over the car. "It's been a great day. I will pay you back I promise." I told him firmly that I did not need paying back. "What made me happy was seeing you having fun. Do you think you will do well in history?" I saw a smile. "With what I have got, I cannot fail." We took the long ride home. Timothy said he wanted to ask me a question. I was ready for him. "What would you have done if you had not found me?" I pulled the car in a lay-by. "Don't ask me that." He looked at me. "I am not silly. Why have you done so much for me?" All I said was that I had been glad to find him. I pointed to my house coming up to it. "Can I come in and look?" I said we were late. Timothy called his father on the radio. "Hello dad. We are just leaving the museum and will be home in 30 minutes." His dad was happy with that. I was not sure about the deception. From the garage I headed towards a door. A small hand grabbed mine. We both went to the living room where a warm fire was all aglow. I got us a drink. "Now Dan why me? Please tell me the truth. I would never lie to you. I love being with you. Providing nobody knows this I would do anything for you." I sat Timothy down. "I do not think you would understand. I love being with you. In fact it's more than love being with you." Timothy looked at me while I spoke. "Dan, parents have children because that shows the world just how much they love each other. The one thing they cannot handle is if their child is different in any way." I told him that I had loved being with him today. I bet though there are things that you would never do. Saying you would is easier than actually doing it." Timothy stood next to me. "So what would you like me to do?" I knelt down. "Timothy if I told you then the happiness we have together would be lost. I better take you home." We drove home and he called his father telling him that they would be home in a couple of minutes. We pulled up. "You have to come in so that mum and dad can see we have had fun." I nodded. Timothy reached across and planted such a sweet kiss upon my lips. "Dan I bet I do know what I could do for you?" Timothy jumped out of the car. I followed. He was talking about the Mummy's and the joke about 2-ton car moon. His books on the table were piled with his history. Folder. "Dad can I talk to you for a minute please?" I could just about hear. "I know you find it hard if I need help with my homework and you know I love your help. Well I have a big history test coming up. I need a lot of help. Would you be upset if I asked Dan to help me?" His dad hugged him quickly. "Timothy I am glad you know of someone who can help because I am not able to understand. Why don't you ask him?" Timothy did. Of course I agreed. He knew where I lived. He grinned. "I get up at about 10." That night Timothy worked hard to finish off the history. He fell asleep when he had almost finished. He was up early to clear up. After breakfast he decided to walk to my house. I was sitting at the table with toast and coffee when he arrived. I had not even fully dressed. "I have finished History take a look." It was very good. He had incorporated all the information with his essay. The leaflets and books he would keep so that if any of his work was questioned then he had the knowledge to say that he was right. I told him I was very pleased. "Now the work I need your help with." Timothy sat down. "So what is it that would ruin our friendship? After what you have done for me nothing could do that." I looked Timothy right in the eyes. "Listen. Its not that it has happened its what could happen. I have no control over how I feel so it's hard to explain." I sat down taking a large mouthful of coffee. "Dan would you do something for me that would be very special?" I took his hand. "If I could I would do anything." Timothy took a footstool and brought it close. "Dan please tells me what it is that you would like me to do. If it is that special then who else but us would ever know?" I could feel the control that this boy was having on me. "Timothy, what if it something nasty or criminal. I mean if I told you to go and smash the schools windows then that would be criminal?" Timothy buried his face in his hands. "You see, now you are upset over something that you will never know and I can never understand." "I think I do know, but I would rather you tell me than me think something that would be wrong." I was getting upset as well now. "Timothy, can I give you a kiss?" He kissed me. "I thought it was something to do with things like this. At school a long time ago we had a lesson on talking to strangers. I asked what the stranger would do if we did. I never got an answer. A boy in the same class said that they might want to take advantage you know sex and stuff. I did not know what sex was until this year. I find all my answers in the library." I told him he should look up the word Dan and see what it says. "I did. Dan; A lover of boys. The secret life of a man who will do anything for boys but ask nothing in return. A man to scared to tell a boy that he feels more than love for him." I laughed. "Right show me the book that you got that from?" Timothy told me that he was only repeating what I had said in words that were never that clear." "You want honesty? Yes I do love you more than I should. I love boys as much as you do your new bike. I would give you anything for just one thing. It's the one thing that a true man who loves boys should never ask someone so new or young." Timothy came to me watching the tears run down my face. "The last thing I want is for you to go." Timothy's arms went around my neck. "Do you think I am silly Dan?" I hugged him tightly. "I think I knew from last night about your feelings. Only I know so because they are special to me I will not share them with anyone. I will still do anything at all you ask. Try me?" What I said next would be the beginning or the end of 5 happy days. "I want to hug you Timothy." He whispered to me, "But you are." It was when the words, "Yes but you have your clothes on." Came out I could have almost run away. I had taken that step which was going to far. "Do you know why I am bullied at school Dan?" I never answered. " Many times all I have ever wanted is a friend. I would do anything for a friend. You want me to take my clothes off or shall I let you do it? Just be honest and tell me honestly." I looked at Timothy. "And what if I did want to undress you. What if I needed you to want it to happen? Finally are you old enough to understand what would happen if this was to start?" Timothy walked to the window. "Dan all my life all I have wanted is people to be honest and tell me the truth. I ask questions and I never get answers to the most important questions. Do I want this to happen? I do not know what it will be like so I cannot answer that until it happens. Do I think what you want is wrong? No I love you. I am now old enough to make my mind up. If I want to do something then it's right with me. I know you wont hurt me so how will there be a problem. Do you want to undress me or shall I just strip?" This was the moment. I took Timothy by his hand. I sat him down. I watched his face as I undid the laces of his trainers and took them off. First one socks then the other. "Timothy I want to do this somewhere else. Would you come to my bedroom?" he took my hand. I went through the door and up the stairs. In the door ahead was my bedroom. Timothy ran back downstairs. I thought the worst. I was wrong. He came running back with his shoes and socks. "I will ask you a strange question Timothy. Do you know what sex is like with another boy or a man? Timothy took a deep breath. "No but if I could do it with anyone it would be you." I laid him flat on the bed. I was beside him. My one hand opened the zip of his Tracksuit jacket. I put a hand under the shirt beneath his jacket. My hand touched his skin. My hand slipped down so that my fingers were at the string that did his trousers up. With a gentle tug the bow untwined. I lifted the front. Timothy sat up so that I could remove his jacket and shirt. He took the clothes and just dropped them to the floor. I tugged the trousers. When they got to his knees I saw the bruise that was healing on his leg. After the trousers came off he was left with his school shorts and whatever else. "Are you sure you want to carry on Timothy? To know that you love me as much as I love you, no one can take that away. But if this goes any further and we are found out we wont ever have the love we have now." I never mentioned prison because it started to feel like blackmail and I could never blackmail Timothy. "Dan you promised to tell me and you did. Now complete what you want after all its what I want as well." I reached down my hand. Timothy had a belt on that was far to big for the shorts. I think it was his fathers and had been adapted for him. The belt opened. Two hooks were opened leaving a zip to complete the task. When I started to move the zip I gave his lips the softest kiss. When the zip hit the bottom the kisses never stopped. I lifted him so that the shorts slipped down his legs to his ankles. Timothy did the rest and they also landed on the floor. I took a good look at the boy I had asked for on my bed. Four feet six inches. Hair was mousy blond. He had brown eyes with a pert chin and nose. His lips almost never used had started to feel the tenderness that passed between us. The one thing that stood out was the small mole just on his left cheekbone. His briefs were orange and the outline of his part erect penis was something to look forwards to. I still had a dressing gown on so I removed that. There we both were lying upon my bed in just our underwear. "So what was all the fuss about? I hope you are going to finish what you started?" I told him that I would if he would do it for me. I never had an answer Timothy's actions said far more than words. My shorts ended up on the pile of his clothing. I slipped his briefs down feeling as high as a kite. "Timothy you look so beautiful in those briefs. But now I have you undressed how do you feel? I pulled him onto my chest and covered a sheet over us both. "Dan this is so nice. Why is it so wrong?" I could not give an answer from the heart I just thought of the words that related to the criminal charter. "Right so now you have undressed me what now? Dress me or shall we stay like this for a while?" I think you know what I said. I found Timothy hypnotic. His radiance expelled all the pheromones that two people would need. I managed to stroke his neck and followed down his back till I had a hand caressing the tender skin of his buttocks. Timothy moved up so that he could give me the kiss I so wanted. "I love you so much. In the entire world I doubt that there is a love greater than this." A small voice uttered, "I know. If this is true love, thank you for being the right one." A gentle turn and his back were against me. Both hands encapsulated the love we had found. Fingers found his penis that had gone from being semi stiff to rock hard. I was slowly masturbating Timothy speaking the words of love that had finally been freed. Touching the skin that held the balls of power that were beginning to come close to the brink of eruption and sensation was awesome. "Dan why did you wait so long?" I gave him a gentle kiss. "Why did you wait so long to be asked what you already knew?" Timothy turned over. "Dan I know this might sound silly but, when it comes to love why does it matter who is in love when maybe, after just one time, it might never feel quite the same. I know how I feel and can tell you. If I told mum and dad they would never understand I don't think but I would like to know that they would only want what's best for me." I let his body slip from me. I kissed him in one continuous motion. I rubbed his penis becoming aware that the skin was well back passed the head. I could feel it turn to stone. I looked down while Timothy's body was wracked in what looked to be his first full orgasm. I watch and caught sight of three droplets of clear fluid released from within him. "What happened Dan? I love you and if that was love then I do not want to stop." I looked at him. "You want to see what you do for me?" I rubbed myself trying to encourage Timothy to take over. When he did he never stopped even after he had made copious amounts of sperm cover my chest. One shot hit Timothy. I hugged him. "That is what you do to me and only you can do that. I got up and ran a bath. We both soaked together. Between the water, kissing, crying and the excess of happiness we were both so much in love. He told me and I told him. Timothy fell asleep in the bath with me. I love this young boy for giving me just what he and I wanted. After drying I helped him dress. We had a great day together. I asked him to come back. "I would love to see you again. When I come back what would you like me to wear so that you can undress me." I made a few silly comments but I did ask him to wear either dark briefs beneath shorts or nothing at all. We had been in bed for nearly all day. But the one thing I wanted was to see his face when I said, "I love you Timothy." Each day I took the boy to school, that was until the weather got better. Timothy decided to use his bicycle. I had never felt so lonely. I got a call from his mother that sounded very important. You can imagine what was going through my mind? Timothy had been in trouble. The bullies had started again. The headmaster had said he had done all he could. After a long conversation his parents and I would be meeting a friend at Timothy's school. Dad seemed either less interested or just a person who preferred to be left out of matters of this kind. I took Mum and Dad to the school. I had with mum's helped obtained a few things. My friend, a Robert Black joined us. The Headmaster was all sorrow and dignified. Robert stood. "Since Timothy's accident he has come home from this school with these items. " Various items of clothing in a torn state combined with books that after the covers were removed showed footprints and blood. The boys who had done this were passed to the Head. He was given 3 days before legal action would be taken against the school. We all left. The boys were expelled for bullying against a number of boys. The school became a better place to go to and they even replaced the clothing damaged by the boys expelled. I was told all about it after Roger had been sent a letter or two from the parents of the boys to prevent legal action. I had not seen Timothy for two weeks. One call Friday night changed all that; "Hello this is Timothy. I am sorry we have not seen each other but things have been difficult. Could I come round tomorrow? I have asked and been told it would be a nice thought." I told him it would be fine. He made it early. 8am. He had changed. Timothy had become different. "I have a surprise for you Dan?" I sat down drinking my third coffee. Quickly he dropped his trousers and shorts. He was wearing tight black briefs that had music symbols on them. The writing not the actual instruments. "Well is that what you wanted?" I walked over to Timothy. "They are wonderful but I could think of something better." He face contorted as if he was confused. When I kissed him he understood. We sat together. "Dan I am sorry that I have not been to see you. I have a book that I found so that I could learn about our feelings." The book was called, "Being who you are." By Chad Shaw. On the first page it showed a man and boy kissing. Underneath, "You may think this is father and son but how wrong could you be." I looked shocked at Timothy. "I found it in the reference Library. It small so I had it photocopied while the assistant was out. I then told him it was work for school." I admired the boy's ingenuity. "Who are you Dan? A paedophile or boy lover? I sharply faced him. "Timothy have I ever made you do anything against your will? Think carefully. Who pushed me to tell them what I wanted and who is in my house now dressed in his black underwear?" Timothy dressed quickly. Would you have the time to tell me what it is like being like you are? I love you but loving a boy lover is going to be different." I sat with him and explained that people like me when they see good-looking boys have the same feeling as those who like gook looking girls. Timothy since I can remember, only you has had that effect on me in all my life so to me you are very special." Timothy went to the kitchen and poured me another coffee and got a drink for himself. "Dan you want me to undress?" I gave a little laugh. "Timothy, having you naked is very nice but not compulsory. Your company is just as special. How did you get the briefs you are wearing? He sat next to me. "It's the money I had been saving for my lights. It seems to me that you are more important than them at the moment." I took his hand. "If I had known you would do something like that I would have bought them myself so that you could change and wear them here." Timothy took his bag and waved another pair of briefs at me. "I have these to change into. Mum does not know. I would not know how to answer her questions if she found them." That was the moment when Timothy took everything off except the briefs. A few days after the visit I received a letter from Timothy's mum asking to meet in town. I knew the coffee shop well it was the place we had stopped at on our first meeting. "Thanks for coming." I got some drinks. "This is difficult. I believe that you and Timothy are just more than friends. You are like best companions. You have done so much that I can see a pattern developing here that some people would be concerned about. My thoughts have gone since Timothy has shown no signs of distress. My husband and I are far from clever so if the boy needs help we are backwards in coming forwards. I think your feelings towards Timothy are far more than just friendship. Please do not be offended; all we want is what is best. I want to know something. Am I correct or have I got this all wrong?" Unlike the normal me and also forgetting the consequences of my actions, I got up and left. It was as if I had been found out about doing something serious. I know being in bed with a naked boy is serious enough but to me being found out that I had fallen head over heals with a boy and having to tell his mother was something I just could not face. I took a long drive forgetting I promised to take Timothy's mother home just disappeared from my mind. All that was there was this boy who had stolen my heart or I had given it to him. I wanted him to be part of me. I wanted to expand on the love we had begun to find. It was 4am when I arrived home. When I got out of the car I expected the police to be waiting. When I opened the front door I found 2 letters. "Hello Dan, I cam to see you tonight. Mum said I could. I even brought some things. I have read that book. I think that because I want your love I am either mental or simply a normal Gay Boy. My love is expanding for you. Timothy." "Dear Sir, I could not understand why you left. It was when Timothy asked me tonight if he could see you it became clear. I asked him bluntly if he loved you. His answer was almost like your departure. I now know that you are both in love. I am concerned about your adults feeling to my son but considering that his wishes to see you are close to begging his dear old mum then you have not hurt him. I know the authorities should be informed but Dan, You make my son something he has been looking for in 3 years, Happy. If you promise that his happiness is at the top of your dealings with my son, the matter is close. Finally if our boy can while eating his food state to his father and I that he has feelings for you then he has taken a leap of faith. "He would never be like you dad." I saw his father smile. Please do not let him down. You have my word that you are part of the family. What is known will stay within the house. Dawn (Timothy's Mum.) Now stupid idiots do make big mistakes and it was my turn to do it now. I forgot the time and called Dawn. She answered the phone. "I have been waiting for you. I can tell you have read my letter. Do you love my son? It was quiet in my house. "Yes very much." No time to pause "Well why could you not tell me that instead of running away. Timothy was upset that you were not there when he needed you. I will send him direct from school. Now I am going to bed. Just take care of Timothy and Try not to show to many people how you feel about him. Night." I took the rest of the day off. I went and brought some briefs as I said I would. I sent some flowers to Dawn and got Timothy's father a job at a warehouse in town. I never said a word. Timothy must have flown home. He got to the house all changed and flushed. I invited him in. I took him in my arms. I combined the breathing with sweat and kissed him long and hard. "Oh Dan what happened? I needed you so much. I told dad I loved you but not as much as him." I told him I knew. I did not think to hard, but let him read his mother's letter to me. While he read I opened the shirt buttons. After I had taken that off I got shoes and sock removed. Opening his jeans I pulled them down. I remember the briefs he had on from the first time. There I stopped. I held Timothy in my lap and arms while he seem to be reading the letter over and over again. "This means that mum knows about us?" I told him not to worry. "Dan you want to see my cock?" I hugged him after a kiss I gave him a bag. "What is this Dan?" Timothy opened the bag. "Dan it's the lights for my bike." He showed special thanks. "What are all these?" he saw several dark coloured pairs of briefs and some shorts. "I can use these if I sleep over." There was a knock at the door. It was Dawn. "I see my son is comfortable. He even folded his clothing up." She thanked me for the flowers and her partner's job. "I need not of embarrassed you if I had been witness to this." She walked to Timothy. "I have one thing you must answer truthfully Timothy. Has anything ever happened between you and Dan that you did not like?" It took a second "No mum never. We could not hurt each other. If you tell me that my feelings for Dan are wrong I will stop. All my life I have known you to be fair and honest so that's why I ask." Dawn turned to look at me. "Timothy. Most people would say yes it is wrong. Me, well I will be in as much trouble as Dan because I tell you son, I want you to feel happy. Just do tell me if you every get hurt." I walked towards Dawn. "He wont have to Dawn because if I did I would turn myself in. That's how I know I love your son." Timothy went bright red. "Oh Dan." We were left alone to relax and cuddle. Saying "I Love You." the way we did was strange. It went further than those three words. "I love you more than the ice in my cream, stuff like that. It was when we were both naked in each others arms that no further words were needed. The time was 9pm so started to dress Timothy. After I was done I got him home at 9-30. We parked in a dark lane so that we could enjoy the kiss goodnight. Taking him in was different tonight. Everyone was happy. We saw quite a bit of each other and got closer and closer. Dawn one evening called me. "I or should I say we have a question to ask. Since we have saved more money we were thinking of having the honeymoon that we never had. I am not quite sure how to ask but how about Timothy staying with you while we are away for 10 days. We are going to France." I agreed straight away. It was planned for Easter. I made arrangements with dawn to get a few things and I sorted the flights for them. When the time came, Timothy was given the news. He was happy to be away from his parent's special holiday. His parents gave me a letter so that we could travel with their permission and one other item. His parents took Timothy for his yearly shots. He hated them especially as he got an extra one because he was older. I took his bag and his parents saying I would drop them off at the airport. It was an early start but they were looking forwards to it. We found the flight and waved them off. We waited then saw the plane take off. I took Timothy for breakfast. After we finished we made our way to another check in desk. I had his Passport with mine. Timothy was wondering what was going on. Only when we got on the plane did he understand. Being the owner now of 2 large stores we were going to Hong Kong, the electrical capital of the world. I went ever year. Timothy was so excited. He had never flown before but it was second nature. It was a long flight but when we got there it had changed completely. Timothy was using my camera to get all the pictures he could. We were collected and taken to a hotel. That was going to be our home for 9 days. It was warm so we both changed. We spent the first part of the day asleep. We then went exploring. On every corner there were things you could not get at home so we had a few bags to take home. The food on the street was great. Noodles and bread just perfect. We got back to the hotel quite late but full of things to remember. I locked the door and added the things we brought to an empty bag we had taken. I ordered drinks then relaxed. It was time for us. I undressed and wrapped up in a Kimono. I took Timothy. He lay with me on the large bed. "Timothy would this be the right time for us to make love?" His smiling face looked at me. "You mean that this is to be our honeymoon?" Perfect. I took the shoes and sock from him. The curtains were closed. I took the Tee-shirt off him; I then opened the button on his shorts. When I tugged the zip I saw that he had nothing on under them. We both collapsed on the bed and I started to stroke him. His age now showed the hairs of gossamer all over his body. His back the same. He lifted his bottom so that I could feel it as well as the silken pouch between his legs. I had managed to find tome oil. I used this to manipulate my fingers inside him. When the hole started to stretch I told beautiful Timothy what I would like to do. He never said yes but his body did. My Kimono dropped to the floor. I was as hard as I can remember. Hands on Timothy's hips I lifted him. My erection almost touched his opening. I was gentle but still caused discomfort as the head slipped in. I whispered for him to push and relax. It was a hard thing to do but he managed. I pushed more. I had to be slow. Timothy pushed back hard and his bottom was against the pubic hair, several thrusts and Timothy was asking me if I was "Fucking him? Dan this is so good can you go harder?" I tried. I asked him to turn over. With such ease he did. I lifted his legs. His penis had grown so that it was close to my face. Lips open I started to suck and thrust, suck and thrust. Timothy said, "Something will happen and it did. I had 2 or 3 sprays from Timothy while I filled him inside. "I can feel you in me Dan. I want more." I let his cock go and kissed him letting the sperm he sprayed intermingle with his juices in his mouth. I pressed like I was going to pee and Timothy shook again. Just small dribbles came forth. I cleaned him up. Slowly I pulled it out. "Dan does that mean I will have a baby?" I said yes. "Well we will call it Love." That night we spent more time trying different things than sleeping. Next morning we had breakfast delivered. No notice was taken that the single bed had not been used yet there were 2 people in the large bed. Timothy was naked on the top cover. The waiter left a note. It said to go to VXCLUB. I woke the sweet Timothy. Naked we ate as we ate in a different way last night. I dressed him and he dressed me after a shower. We went to the exhibition and Timothy tried everything he could. Late afternoon we grabbed a cab. I showed the driver the piece of paper left by the waiter. It was a club OK but one where adults took children. Timothy saw them kissing and asked if we could. For the first time in public we showed our love for each other. The kiss was so long that we were applauded after we stopped. Some of the boys took Timothy off for some games. I watched him have fun. It was midnight before we left. The cost. Less than 10 dollars for the evening. Timothy called his parents to tell them where we were. Nothing was said. He told his mum that he was enjoying his honeymoon but getting very tired. I told him about the Jet lag and his mum did the same. For 10 days we had so much fun. On the last night he made it a night to remember. Timothy fucked me. I felt him shoot inside. He rubbed me then sucked until I cum. He swallowed every drop saying, "I want all of you." Together we had a bath in the pool size bath remembering all what we had done. The morning before the flight home we found a tattoo shop. Timothy saw a sign that said, "Love forever." I had that done on my arm. I got his ear pierced with the same small sign. We flew home with Timothy asleep all the way. We got back just 1 hour after his parents. They looked a new couple. No comment was said about his pierced ear. I kissed him goodbye in front of his parents. I managed to get back without any tears. I was bored three days back at work so told everyone who would listen about the exhibition. I got a call from Dawn. I told her I was bored. "Dan I think you had better get to the hospital, Its Timothy. I drove so fast and did not care if I was caught speeding. Dawn was waiting. "I have to ask, did you and Timothy have a good time?" It was a silly question. "Yes it was great." She took me to a room on the top floor. Next to the bed Timothy's father was sitting. "What's going on?" "One year ago Timothy was diagnosed with Cancer. We decided not to tell him. He took a turn for the worst last night." I was light headed. I went and held his hand. "Hello Dan. I am sorry to be ill but it probably just a bad cold." I asked dawn to tell him. "The doctor's say that it wont make a difference." I looked at Timothy's white face. "Hey Kiddo. I brought the pictures." Timothy showed his parents all the things we had seen and done. His voice sounded fine. "Dan do you remember the club and the boys who let me play with the games, that was fun. I wish it was that easy here." His father asked what he meant. "I took his hand. "Its simple if you can make two people happy." He said he still did not understand. I sat next to Timothy. I lifted him up out of bed. Dawn stopped his father from saying or doing anything at all. I held his head on my arm. I kissed him. The kiss went on while we held each other tightly. The Cherubs arms dropped. Our tears stopped. Timothy's head lay against my arm; his lips touched the tattoo that said, "Love forever." The lifeless boy was laid on the bed. Dawn held me. "Look." Timothy had a smile. I was hollow. Walking down the corridor all I could hear was "I know what to call our baby? Love." I was asked to the funeral. With the families permission I had a headstone made. On it was the name Timothy then the Chinese Symbol that read "My Love Forever. Dawn came to see me 2 weeks later. "I think Timothy would have had no one but you to get this." She left. It was his history book. At the end of the essay about "The Pharaohs." It said. A+ "The greatest work I have ever seen produced by a boy at this school. You must love your Subject." (No I do not love the subject I love the person who guided me while I did this.) 1.4.1.4. for a copy. Anyone out there want to talk to someone who has just lost his deepest friend and love one?" "Breaker who wants a chat. I am 12 and new to this. Would my young thoughts be any good? I am Duncan. Opps my handle is Angel. 1.4.1.4. to Angel you could be the closest to the one I lost. Lets try channel 12 The End. 10/7