Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2008 21:19:50 EST From: Andichan@aol.com Subject: Little Porcelain Hunter This story contains descriptions of a sexual encounter between an adult and a pre-teen boy. It is a work of pure fiction and should be read in that context. Please don?t continue on if you find such material offensive or if it?s illegal for you do so. LITTLE PORCELAIN HUNTER I'd moved into the house in August 1989 having bought it at auction for far less than it was worth but having said that, it was in need of massive amounts of work having been empty for six years and also that it was three hundred years old. The property, - a four bedroom half timbered house set in three acres of land, - was situated in a tiny village in rural Herefordshire, twelve houses and a very pleasant pub. Over the ensuing years the refurbishment of the house went well but constraints on my time took it?s toll on the garden which was fast becoming a wilderness, - to the point that some of the out buildings were disguised from view by a heavy mass of brambles and thistles. Spring 1999 and time to sort it out. At this time I don?t think Ryan was even born or if he was I hadn?t caught up with it which would have surprised me as by this time I?d been accepted into the village and was a frequent user of the local gossip shop, - the pub! I?d bought a tractor and various implements to blitz the land. Firstly to spray the damn weeds, then plough then harrow. ? Job done! Well sort of. It took years! It was during one of the ploughing runs that I was aware of a small boy, no more than five or six years of age, hanging over the field gate watching me work. He must have noticed me spotting him as he waved to me. Then I noticed a lady was with him who I knew. I stopped work and climbed off the tractor and wandered over to the gate. ?Hi Cheryl, how?s it going?? ?Ok I guess Jon. This little imp wouldn?t walk home with me until he could see the tractor. He?s totally obsessed with big noisy machines! Didn?t want to stop your work!? ?No matter. I?ve got to the point when I could use a rest to be honest?. I gestured to the boy with my head. ?One of yours? I didn?t know you had a lad? The girls ? yes but this one?s knew to me?! ?Only be default. He?s my nephew. My sister and her husband have been given the chance to travel to allsorts of exotic places with his job and so rather than have his young life disrupted with the constant moving around, he?s living with us for a while. They?ll be back every four months or so, so he?ll still get to see them and it?s only for a year and a half.? The boy was still transfixed by the tractor and taking absolutely no notice of the conversation Cheryl and I were having. ?Jon? I don?t suppose you would let him sit in for a moment? It would make his day!? ?It?s fine by me but only if you?re happy with it? You know how people get a bit touchy about, - well you know?? ?Don?t be daft! He?d just love to get to sit up there and I know you well enough!? I tapped him on the shoulder. ?Want to get in the driving seat mate?? A vigorous nod of his head and a glance at Cheryl who smiled and nodded back at him. He was over the gate like a jack rabbit and ran towards the tractor. ?Cheryl, what?s his name? I?ve got to call him something other than ?mate??? ?Sorry Jon! He?s Ryan. Ryan the wanderer! I?ll explain that one later.? I walked back to the tractor. Ryan was waiting not too patiently, - pacing around the machine with a ?where on earth have you been? look on his face. ?Ok Ryan. I?m here now. Let me lift you up and in.? He gave me this questioning look, - furrowed eyebrows and a half smile. I opened the door and lifted him up to the top step and told him to grab the hand grips and pull himself up. Damn he was no lightweight! Three foot fuck all but solid as a rock! ?You?re going to be a rugby player when you grow up? I thought. Typical kid. He played driving, - along with all the noises, - pulling at the steering wheel and touching the various gear shifts. ?Thank God the engine was off?, I thought. ?Pissing machine would be the other side of the county if not?! I walked back to a smiling Cheryl. ?Oh Jon, just look at him! He?s having so much fun! I didn?t think I?d find anything to hold his attention! I love him to bits but bloody hell he?s a trial and no mistake. The girls do what girls do and I?m used to it but I?ve never had a son and well ? I?m lost as to what to do with the little sod!? ?Well if you don?t, I?m damned if I do! I?ve never had kids of my own. We tried but Trish had cancer and it wasn?t possible.? ?Trish?? ?Yeah. Trish was my wife. She died eighteen months after we married. It was very quick. ? very cruel.? Cheryl looked into my eyes, - tears forming in hers. ?Damn Jon! Why didn?t you say something! I never knew you were married!? ?To who and for what reason? I?m going to go to the pub and introduce myself like, ?Hello I?m Jon and my wife died after a painful illness. Anyone fancy a pint?? No. She?s gone and whilst I?ll never forget her, - keep loving her, - she?s gone and life must go on. She would?ve expected nothing less!? ?Sorry Jon. You?re a strong individual. I didn?t know. I am sorry.? ?Not so strong an individual Cheryl. I cry still. I wonder how things will turn out but please don?t get me going! Hey! I love it here, the work, the people and the fantastic countryside! I can settle and make a good life but one thing I would ask of you. ? Nobody other than you knows this, - what I?ve told you. Please keep it to yourself. When it?s right and proper then it?ll come out but after all, it?s nobody else?s business is it?? ?No I suppose not but people do talk you know?? ?Like how?? ?Well. ? Nice guy, - good conversation, - obviously got money, - good looking so the girls say, - - - so where?s the wife?? ?Oh right! So they think I?m gay!? ?Err well not exactly! Well not quite like that! I?m not sure that?..? ?Come on Cheryl! Give me a break! What?? ?Well.. how do I put this. Ok! They think you?re a spook. GCHQ is just down the road in Cheltenham and they think that this is a safe house, whatever that is and that you?re government and that?s how you can afford to get all the work done ? on your own and without a wife or partner. ? There! I said it may God help me!? My laughter must have been heard over the three counties. I was in agony with my hysterics! ?Oh shit a brick! That?s so good! Wish that the government were paying for this! Would be the first bloody thing they?ve ever done for me! Shit! That?s so good! I?ve heard it all now!? Cheryl smiled. ?I knew but it?ll be my secret! It?s good to know something others don?t around here. Hey but you?ve another problem, - Ryan and the tractor!? ?He seems happy enough but I?ll go and get him out. ? Listen. ? If he gets too much and if I?m about, - send him over, - well if you want. ? He can be with me, - if it?s ok I mean, - I?m not bothered about him being around and I?m sure that, - well, - he loves tractors and stuff! Right?? ?He?d love it Jon! You don?t have to though? He?s my responsibility?? ?I know that but as you said, - the girls you understand, - the boy you don?t. I?ll go get him off the machine and he can come back another day.? ?You?ll get a temper tantrum Jon! ? Just warning you!? ??????????????. ?Come on mate! Off you get! I?ve got to finish the field and Auntie Cheryl thinks you should go home now. Come back another time, - ok?? Without so much of a whisper, - I helped him off and walked with him, hand in hand, to the gate where Cheryl helped him over. ?What do you say to Jon, Ryan?? ?Thank you Jon! I love you!? ?That?s so nice but I think maybe you love my tractor, - not me!? ?Love you and your tractor! Honest!? I looked at Cheryl as she ushered Ryan towards his bike telling him to get his crash helmet on. ?God! He?s never said that to me or his Mum not ever! He?s really got a thing for you!? ?Nah! Got a thing for the tractor! I?ve got it and he equates the two. No worries Cheryl. If he wants to have another ride, just call me, ok?? I watched the two of them wander down the lane. For a moment I felt a sadness inside of me. It wasn?t about the loss of Trish or the lack of female company, - more the lack of siblings. I?d never thought about it before in any great sense. I knew that with the passing of Trish who I loved desperately, I would never be a father because I never wished to marry again and I still don?t. Ryan had tested the resolve. A silly little six year old lad had got me thinking. He had attitude and that was something I could relate to. He had a sense of determination and will. That also I could see in me but most of all, he was polite and yes, - ok! Beautiful. Now get this please. I?m not into little boys. Anyone who is should be culled at birth. That said, boys of his age are beautiful. They can?t help their soft skin, wonderful eyelashes and kissable lips now can they? I finished the work for the day. Parked the tractor up and refuelled it and walked down to the house. I pulled a good bottle of Merlot and ran a bath. The wine done, (I must cut back), - I headed for bed and crashed out until the alarm went off at six in the morning. PART TWO The next couple of days passed as so many others. A little business work and more time on my land. Normally I?d be finished outside by four o?clock in the afternoon just before the local kids came home from school but today was different. I?d set myself a task and it was probably too much in one day to achieve but being the person I am, I kept going so my schedule wasn?t interrupted. I was harrowing the far side of the garden when I saw a familiar face sitting on the gate. ? Ryan! Leaving the tractor running I walked over to him. ?Hello Ryan! What you doing here?? ?I heard the tractor and came to see what you were doing.? ?Does Auntie Cheryl know where you are?? Ryan shuffled his feet a little before replying. ?Maybe. ? Well I think she does?? ?Did you tell her where you?d gone? ? Come on boyo, tell me the truth please?? ?No I didn?t. She was busy so I came out.? ?Ok ?Ryan the wanderer?, hop over the gate, - we?ll finish the row and we?ll go phone your Auntie Cheryl and let her know where you are. Ok?? ?Can I ride with you, - like before you make the call?? ?Get over to the tractor and get in! I?m not walking with you pal, - it?s too far so the tractor?s the only way to go!? I?ve never seen anyone fault a five bar gate before, - well not from a standing start and not a kid of five or six years old, - Ryan did! He was by the tractor waiting for me to help him up before I was halfway across the field. ?Can I sit with you so I can steer?? ?Well I guess but you?re going to have to sit on my lap. You happy with that?? ?Uh-uh? was the reply together with a vigorous nod of his head. We set off over the field. The rest of the run took about twenty minutes and I had to back the hydraulics off on the seat because I was very aware of the effect that his little bum was having on me, - bouncing up and down on me! The adjustments made it easier so we were moving together but I preyed that he hadn?t noticed a slight bulging in my pants. If he had, - he didn?t say as much, - probably too taken with the driving experience. ? Thankyou God! Back in the house I called Cheryl. ?You been looking for ?boy wonder? Cheryl?? ?Don?t tell me,- he?s over yours?? ?Yeah and he?s ok. The tractor and stuff like you said. I?ll walk him back in a bit, - alright?? ?Oh cheers Jon! Don?t suppose another fifteen minutes would be a big problem as I?ve got to pick Lyn up from dance class soon? Look, I?ll come get him if he?s getting to be a pain?? ?He?s fine with me. Collect him when you?re back, - alright?? ?You?re a star Jon. Thanks! Now you understand my comment about ?Ryan the wanderer?. He just buggers off without letting anyone know where he?s going and it?s a big worry to all of us.? ?Go get Lyn and we?ll chat another time Cheryl. Walls have ears and I?ve one big wall right here!!? Ryan looked at me as I put the phone down. ?Do I have to go home now Jon?? ?No. Auntie Cheryl has to pick Lyn up from dance class so you?ve got to stay with me for a bit. Ok?? ?Oh that?s so Cool! I want to stay with you! What are we going to do now?? I was completely knackered and all I really wanted to do was sit down and veg-out but I had an over enthusiastic kid to look after and he wanted to work with me. ?Well no more tractor work today, (trying hard to get him to settle down), but I?ve got to bring some wood down from the wood store but it?s a wheel barrow job and you won?t be up for it will you?? ?Why not?? ??Cos it?s heavy and dirty work and my guess is you only like to be with me ?cos of the tractor and this is ?non-tractor? work.? ?I can do that!? Why do you think I don?t want to?? ?I just thought you liked the tractor work. That?s all?? ?I like all of the work! I like you and everything, ----- and want to be with you and, --- stuff, --- I don?t know!? ?That?s nice mate! Really nice! Come and give me a hug!? A wonderful cling and off to the wood store. ? Three loads later we were done. Ryan was stacking the wood by the front door of the house when I asked him if he wanted a drink. ?I?m fine! When are you going to light it? I wanna do it!? I was just so taken with his attitude. He wasn?t working for money or reward, he just loved being involved,- part of things. ?Ok. I?ll show you how to light up. Let?s bring some of the wood in and stack it up then I?ll show you how to lay and light. Ok?? ?Ok. I?ll bring in the wood! Then you can show me how to build the fire, ok?? ?Yeah ok mate! You do it.? I was starting to understand how Cheryl was feeling. Ryan was knackering me out! All this would have been an easy task for me and would have taken fifteen minutes or so but little Ryan had forced so much energy that all the wood I needed and lots more had taken less than ten. ?I?d like that drink now if you?re still offering Jon?? ?You and me both. What do you want. Coke?? ?What are you having? I want the same as you. I want to be just like you?! ?I?m going to have some cider but you?re too young for that but if you like, I?ve some apple juice you can have and the taste is pretty much the same? Ok?? ?Does that mean I?m just like you?? ?Well it does somewhat I guess. We drink the same flavour juice, we both like to work hard and on the land and we both like tractors! That sound good to you?? ?Umm. Good enough I suppose. I like to ah, I like being with you, a lot! It?s not just tractors?! Now I?m in a whole load of trouble! My independent life, security and partial anonymity had been completely screwed by a six year old boy. I hadn?t want to admit the fact that I?d thought about him as I went to sleep. Nothing like fantasising about him but warm thoughts that somehow worried me. I wasn?t his Dad but my half-awake dreams told me otherwise. I woke to the same thoughts and I couldn?t deny the feelings of love for him. ? Not a sexual love, -but one as a father would feel for his son. One big problem. He wasn?t my son and such thoughts should be wiped from my head. He had a Dad and it wasn?t me. All I could ever do was to be his best ?old mate?. I could work with that. I spoke to him in my mind. ?I know it?s not just tractors Ryan. I?m not sure how to say this or even if it?s going to come out right but I like being with you too. Not just like being with you but if you weren?t to come back ever, I?d be heartbroken. ? There now. I?ve said it?! This ends part one. I like to try and paint a story in words so if you?re disappointed with the lack of ?action?, well tough shit. You?ll have to wait! It?ll come soon enough I can assure you. Just be patient. Emails to; andichan@aol.com All will be replied to. The abusive will be treated in the same fashion but even more so! Nice ones and arse lickers will be forwarded the next chapter before It gets published on ?Nifty?. Make a donation please. 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