Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2003 17:08:35 +0100 (BST)
From: "anon ..." <niftywriter2002@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: "the child" part 2 gay male Adult-youth section

"Thanks to all who read and sent me a email about the first part. I do
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Part 2 --

The child made his way once again to the boarded up building. Through the
rubbish on the floor in his shoes which were getting worn out with all the
walking and no change of shoes for a couple of years, his toes were
sticking out. They froze in winter and burnt in summer, the dirt built
around his nails and in between his toes.

Back at the secret location behind the boarded up building, the child
received another letter. Back at home he read it, with a smile, this was
the letter he had been waiting for, the letter that said:

"Hi, I've been waiting along time for the right someone to come along, and
you, my friend, is that person. I would be happy to take you into my care
and love you like a true son. How about meeting up someday? Give it some
time to think over and get back to me"

He didn't have long to think about it. He wrote back in what little words
he knew.

He went back to the location to send his letter and waited for a reply. The
next reply said he wanted to meet up, the next day. On the back was a map,
leading to where the meeting would take place.

The next day, he slipped past his father who was sleeping in his chair, a
few empty bottles around him. He took one last look at him, then closed the
door and began to make his way, following the map. It took him a different
way, leading into the city. He walked by a road he never saw, with cars
whistling by every few seconds at speed. Buildings appeared larger and
cleaner. People wore different clothes, they looked important. But all that
was disappearing behind him as he walked down this alley way towards a
small apartment block. A circled number on the paper, 27. He looked around
for the number written somewhere. He approached the main door to this
apartment block, to him it appeared like a big building, with lots of
windows and one door, like any normal city building. Some old newspapers
were left around on the floor, bits of rubbish, food packets and syringes
and drink bottles lay in one pile in a corner of this square which had a
couple of rusty cars in, one with a flat tyre on the front, the other with
no wheel at all on the back. A voice appeared from a window high above,
which startled the child, he looked up to see this young man leaning out of
the window. He disappeared inside, the window shut and only the sound of
the wind and the distant sound of traffic could be heard. The door I front
of him creaked open, a man stood there, he looked at the piece of paper in
the child's hands, and saw the map.

"So you got the map, cool, come on in, my new son"

He smiled as he said my new son.

The child walked in, nervous and not saying a word.

"Got to get you in some clean clothes, and a bath"

He lead the child upstairs where he introduced himself as his new
father. The child smiled. He saw his letters in the corner and knew he was
where he wanted to be. The place was clean, relatively tidy, no beer
bottles, no syringes. A kitchen with food in and a bath, which he
needed. They hugged.

"Lets get you cleaned up"

"By the way, my name is Paul, but you can call me dad"

The child smiled, and spoke for the first time to his new dad

"I don't have a name"

He paused for a while, before saying

"dad"

And smiled.

They went to the bathroom, where the child got undressed. Paul looked at
his new son, standing there naked. The dirt could be seen all over him. He
began to fill the bath up with water. He went back to the kitchen to boil
some water, there was no hot running water. The child just stood there,
naked and helpless for now, watching his new dad bring back some hot water
in a kettle and filling up the bath tub. After a few minutes, the bath tub
was full of water, the child climbed in. The warm water felt refreshing on
his smooth skin, as he gradually got in, the water hugged his body, the
dirt fell off him and into the water. His new dad got a sponge and some
soap and rubbed all over his new son, cleaning every part of him. The child
was a bit nervous about this, so his new dad said

"Would it be better if I got in too?"

The child nodded

So he got undressed and lowered himself into the bath tub. The one thing
that the child noticed was something as his new dad got in, was something
on his dad was standing up, but on him, it wasn't. He pointed at his dads,
and looked at his. Paul laughed, and told him not to worry about it, I'll
show you something you can do with it. The child was intrigued about
this. So his new dad, said, do what I do. So he started rubbing his dick,
the child followed, but his would not stand up. After a couple of minutes,
it started to grow, the child stopped.

"No, keep going"

So he did.

After a while, it was sticking out. Dad and son smiled at each other.

"Now watch my son"

The child watched.

His dad stood up, the child still sitting in the water watched on.

His dad was rubbing his dick faster and harder, with his eyes shut, then
suddenly, this white stuff came flying out, landing in the water and some
of it on the child, who laughed, but wondered what it was. His dad said to
pick it up and taste it. So the child did, but he wasn't too ken on the
taste, his face showed this, so his dad laughed.

"Yours will taste better"

The 2 smiled and got out of the bath.

The child stood there, dripping wet, but clean with a hardon. Quite
different to what he was like before he got in. The water was now dirty, so
his told him to pull this chain to let the water out. They dried each other
off and went to get some food from the kitchen."