miguelsanchez55 Posted December 20, 2006 Share Posted December 20, 2006 Our Littlest Angel - code: No Sex A young boy gave up his dream singing when he father threatened his first love. See how he gets his voice back in this touching story about love and understanding. Genre: Young Friends Link: http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/gay/young...-littlest-angel Since this is a short story, I put it up here for everyone to read. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and that of love. Any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story may contain erotic and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting boys. If it is illegal for you to, or you find this sort of work offensive, don't download or read it! The people in this story do not use protection because diseases don't exist here. However, in our world they do so please use caution and protection. This story is protected by copyright. It may not be downloaded or copied for other than your private enjoyment and may not be changed in any way without the expressed written consent of the author. This story may not be put on any pay to view site. I reply to all emails, except flames. You may write me at miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com I hope you enjoy this story. Miguel Sanchez Our Littlest Angel Pieter Stoltz was a shy quiet boy and when his mother moved to England from Germany, he became even more so. When he was ten, his mother moved here after her bitter divorce became final. She enrolled him in the local public school but shortly after that, he would come home with cuts and bruises and his clothes would be dirty and torn. This went on for several days when his mother finally asked him, "Why are you always coming home like this?" Pieter looked sadly at his mother and said, "The boys in school make fun of me. They make fun of my accent and that I don't know English very well." She sat down and said, "Hergekommen mein Sohn." Pieter slowly walked over to his mother. As she lifted him onto her lap he started to cry saying, "Why don't they like me?" "They don't know you like I do son," she started saying. "Kids can be so cruel at times when they meet someone different than themselves. It's not right and I will talk with the principle and have him put a stop to this." "I don't know if that will stop it or not," he said crying harder. "I just wish I knew English better." His mother understood that problem all too well. Her grasp of English wasn't that strong and she knew Pieter's English would improve in time but she didn't like having to see her only child coming home every day battered and bruised. She looked at him and said, "How about I get you a tutor to help you with your English? This way you will learn the language faster and the boys should stop bullying you. So you think that might help?" Pieter looked at the floor and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said softly. She lifted his chin and said, "You need to stop being so shy too son. Have you made any friends in your class?" Pieter just shook his head no and hopped off her lap heading for his room. He flopped down on his bed and looking at the ceiling said, "Why don't people like me?" The next day she went to his school and had a talk with his principal and told him what was happening to Pieter. He too knew that children can be cruel to those different than them but he wouldn't stand for them acting like hooligans. "I'm terribly sorry for the way your son is being treated here Ms. Stoltz. I will speak with the children and inform them that this kind of behavior is unacceptable and will not be tolerated." "Thank you mien Herr," she said shaking his hand. "You're very welcome," he said smiling. That afternoon the principal held an assembly and told all the students that bullying others would not be tolerated and any reports would be thoroughly investigated. When they learned who the offending person or persons were, they would be met with swift discipline. The bullying stopped at school but Pieter was still very shy. Just after his eleventh birthday she decided that she could no longer stand to see him moping around the house without friends. One afternoon when she was shopping, she was trying to tell the butcher what it was she wanted but her accent was preventing the man from understanding her. "The lady wants a kilo of German sausage," I said to the butcher. "Danke sch Link to comment
JSmith Posted January 23, 2007 Share Posted January 23, 2007 I must have missed this one before. Added January 23, 2007. Link to comment
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