Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 19:44:24 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: The Private Part of the Gardener Part 3 This is a story from my imagination. It is fiction. It is the second story I wrote a long time ago. It contains a theme of love between a man and a boy. Please check that this kind of story is allowed in your country. Please do take care. I have the copyright so if you wish to use this story for any reasons then please do ask. Fee paying sites will be refused. I am dyslexic and have cancer. The latter I have been told so I have moved to a quieter place to convalesce. I am having Chemotherapy but this keeps me from getting depressed. My proofreaders have said that my early stories should be left as written in the main so I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for the emails and there are 9 chapters to this story and will do my best to keep you up going. The Private Part of the Gardener Part 3 The guttering was leaking, that's what made me jump from my sleep. I then remembered what I had done the night before to the young boy. Billy was still sleeping as I rested upon my elbow feeling very guilty that the real reason I wanted the boy had now come into the open. I was still holding him. I began to imagine all the excuses to make if and when Billy stirred from his sleep. There was no excuse. His boxers still lay on the top of the Duvet so he was naked in the bed. Using a hand, I ran it as if a road going through the private thourghfare. Encircling each nipple I managed to get closer. It was magical because every time I expected to find a bone or joint the young flesh disguised the path I was going along. My Mother once had a fur coat that I would love to stroke as we drove in the car. Young Billy was softer than that. The one hard part did, like last night, never seem to stop growing. His eyes opened. Looking at each other I know I was stuck for words. His limbs and body did the talking entwining themselves around and against me. "Good morning." I looked as his precious lips moved to allow those 2 words to escape. I kissed him but this morning I allowed my passion to show Billy how I was feeling. My mind begged that he never asked any questions but understood what I was trying to say without words. I toppled back to allow his much smaller hand to try knitting the hairs upon my chest. One finger took great pleasure in stroking one of my nipples until just looking at them you could see the one being touched getting larger as time went on. Mind reading and telepathy had never been part of my family traits but what I wanted Billy gave until his lips took the swollen breast to suckle upon. I almost killed of the chances of the continued happiness of Billy, I hugged him with so much power that if he had not said something the last thing I would have had was his final breath travelling through the upper chest hairs. "Oh young one I am so sorry." Billy smiled then laid his heart on mine. The beats although at a different power and rhythm said the same thing "I love you." In the light we could now see each other. "Nude." To be without clothes. We were far more than that. Nude, yes, but our feelings were the only thing that could not be seen at that moment. I never meant to be so forward but I looked deeply at his young body spotting a few hairs that had been drawn as if a magnet from my body to his. Removing them he had a smooth skin. No hair, not even the hairs that start to wave just as puberty starts. I managed to hold the spheres, the ones in the small sack of skin between his legs. Teens would say "Hey I got big balls." Billy could not even say that yet. I wondered if I, like my father one day did to me; start to point out the parts of the body and their correct names. I decided that the lesson was maybe just to early. I did wonder if we would ever do that. If a boy used the wrong words at school they were corrected, so would we ever get up? The need to use the bathroom made the choice. I dressed quickly and was so happy to be asked to help Billy. I chose all his clothes for the day. I do not want you to get the wrong idea about this, but I want to say what happened. I had brought Billy's clothes that was fine, in the socks and briefs was a thong. Now you don't associate them with children so young but by accident I picked a pair. Billy opened the packet and we laughed. I told him what they were so he did get to wear them. I remember a holiday to America when I was 13. Most of the boys on the beach wore these types of things. Father was just glad I had, "sensible shorts on." I let Billy choose so he did. I dressed him completely and he was the most, I can see where my thoughts were going, he was very respectable. I walked down the stairs with my ward. Worcester had come in to get a drink. He saw us "Well you look mighty fine." Breakfast. Cooked Sunday, then as promised an explanation into my work. I know this story would become boring if I went on to tell it all but Billy was a quick learner so I made an imaginary set of stocks that he could do what he wanted with. After 2 hours I had made back all the money spent at the school while Billy had tripled his worth. We had a good long walk before dinner going through the village almost hand in hand. We got looked at. I just did not care. From the paper shop we collected my papers and a few comics found there way into the pile. Billy the innocent. I made sure that there was money in case Billy needed things. I never got pocket money my Father called it "A sons allowance." So I did the same. In the Wonderful Library with all the old books stood a clean jam-jar. It even had the label on it. "Roses Marmalade." The best so I guess it was in the right place even though it looked awkward. I placed some money in and a book next to it. We agreed if he needed some money he would write in the book how much and what for. "Sorry had to wait for the screams to die down." I had the same and it never did me any harm. Even after a few mistakes I was never punished I was shown where I had gone wrong. Sunday lunch and my favourite. "Roast" Vegetables from the garden followed by homemade ice cream. We both ate well and heartily so I took Billy on a tour of our private pond, like I always did myself. Round the garden. We even got as far as the pond to see the Koi Carp I had in it. Frogs hopping about. The start of the Blackberries forming on the bushes after the flowers had lost their petals. I never stayed out so long normally, when we got in Billy took it upon him to lock up. I never bothered to check because all the locks had their own distinctive noise. I heard them all. We sat and drank warm tea together. I got around to the first paper while the young Billy got to the comics. I did tell him to hang his clothes up so as not to spoil them. He did get changed. This he did without being asked a second time. We did have a light tea but the lunch had us both still well full. It got to 8 pm and I recommended a bath because of school tomorrow. Billy gave me a hug then went off, I could be saying that being a dad may not be that hard still time would tell. I went to make sure he was ready. He was sitting there reading on the side of the spa. "Hey its bath time not reading." Billy smiled and ran to his room. He came back and looked at me. "Can your bath take two people?" It was big enough for three. "I was wondering if we could bathe together or is that something that you do not let happen?" I had not thought about it. I went and got four bowls of water placing them on the tables around the spa. Dropping candles into them I lit up the bathroom in all colours. I turned the main light off and by the glow of the candles took off Billy's towel. He climbed in. I undressed and joined him. The water was perfect. I never thought that I would enjoy washing another human, as I was Billy. The soap drifted between us while the bubbles rippled through the water. Sitting between my legs Billy rested upon my soap-covered chest. I washed him all over spending more time on some area s than necessary. The bubbles had relaxed him enough that my fingers, without meaning to combine with soap and oil found there way to his pink sweet hole. I never pushed, it was like a vacuum and a finger disappeared inside. His reactions told me all was well. I started to tell a story about a man who loved a boy and what they did together. When the second finger went in Billy's breathing changed. The passion from the night before came back between us. I knew what I was doing but Billy had been the instigator of this so I wondered if he knew what he was doing. "I better move my finger and finish washing Billy." He sat harder upon them making it impossible for me to take them out. "All you had to do was say no." Billy relaxed. "Please do not take them out." There are times and places when most of us say things and regret it deeply afterwards. This was one. "I know something better to go in there but I will have to move my fingers." My Head was on the block; my head had totally lost it. I could not believe that I had just told an 11 year old what I wanted to do to him. 2 nights ago I refused to go in his own bathroom and now he was in mine wanting to be fucked that's the easiest way I could put it. "Billy even if I do nothing you does understand that I will still love you, don't you?" The water stopped moving. "What if it is something I want. Do you think I will be unhappy if you do not?" I answered "Of course not." Billy told me I had my own answer. The spa bubbles covered both of us so when we turned on our sides it was easy. Stupid? You're most likely right. I was on remote. I lifted his legs until my erection was at the hole. With no pushing but a vacuum action I slipped into Billy thick and hard. I held his head up as he gasped and coughed. I never wanted him to choke. I roughly grabbed his penis allowing the oily water to create the friction needed to rub him hard and swiftly. The skin slipped off the head so I cleaned him. Being so sensitive he was pushing back. I whispered in his ear asking Billy if he knew what sperm was. The word yes was not good enough he told me at great length what it was. I told him that he could not have any just yet because of his age but I did. I told him what would happen if I came. He never said a word because he was in the throw of the enjoyment of being masturbated. I could not help myself but pushed a little harder then pulled back. Billy went completely stiff then shook violently splashing the water everywhere due to the orgasm that was going through his whole body. Just as he finished I came in glorious fashion. Flooding inside him I pumped gallons of the white seen thought his internal tubes. We were both breathless. I lifted Billy to me and slipped out from the now fully relaxed opening. We both watched after I turned of the spa thin strips, looking like worms flowing through the water. One had a red streak in it. I panicked to see this and lifted Billy up to look. He was not bleeding it was me. His hole had been so tight I had not realised just how tight. The skin on my penis had been cut so I was safe with that. We had a long talk as we got out of the bath trying to explain what different feelings had occurred. I wanted to explain, Billy just wanted it to happen. I had some cream that I used on us both. Billy did not say much more. He did sleep with me that night. He did wear boxers to keep things from getting messy, so feeling like a drunken high we went into a deep sleep, holding each other. The high was from our love not alcohol. Or school there stood a younger version of me. I never went to school with him I let him get Worcester take him. I sat all day just by the phone in case they wanted to call me. I looked like a boy judge in the long tails I had to wear. As I left home I wanted dad, Maurice to come but I refused to cry. The headmaster took me from the car. I wanted the clock to rush to 3-30pm when I could go home again. I was placed in Red 1 this was a class of 10 boys all of my age. I had never seen so few boys in one class. I had Maths first lesson but the teacher helped me a lot and I picked up the answers very quickly. I made a friend called Pierce. He was told to show me around. He showed me all the good things first then the next and last the classes that most hated. He was a Boarder so stayed at the school. He showed me his room at break; it was all tidy and clean just like home. We all went to the Gym. There were 2 classes. I was feeling lonely but Pierce introduced me to them all. We played a game called "Murder Ball." I think they had Medicine balls that were thrown at you. If it hit you were out. I was one of the last three boys to be out. I enjoyed that a lot. We did some work with the equipment, some I had never heard of. I was worried a bit at lunch because something strange happened to me. I had to shower with the others and we were all together, don't tell but there were all shapes and sizes and one boy had hair down below. I started to get hard but they spotted another boy the same and said nasty things to him. I got out quick to dry. I told Pierce in case I had something wrong. He told me that it happen to him when a boy from the next table shared a shower with him. "Billy it happens all the time. Just do not worry. The more you hide it the easier everyone will see. He was a good friend. I had an afternoon of English but had to write on a computer so found that hard. Some boys were talking and doing their work at the same time. I did not do a lot but unlike at my last school the teacher was not angry he just said he would help. I did stray a bit to say goodbye to the new friends I had made. They all came to see the car. Worcester made me smile when he called me "Young Sir." I told him all about school and about the work I had to do at home. He spoke nice to me but I was happy today and hoped that it would be like this every day. I saw the car coming down the drive. Worcester flashed the lights that told me everything was okay. Just like most schoolboys Billy was a mess so I had to make sure he knew that he had to be tidy at all times. The rear door closed. Billy ran back "Thank you Worcester." I had the mess to deal with. "Right get changed. Listen, your trousers, shirt and coat need to come down they are going to the dry cleaners in 15 minutes. I had an almost naked boy running through the house wearing just his white briefs. "I have changed my mind get everything off and into the basket and get your play clothes on". Billy did everything then told me he had homework. "I got a call from Mr Paris your English teacher. He told me you had a problem?" Billy looked at me "Yes all the boys could write using a computer I had to do it by hand. Mr Paris said I should copy is again at home. I smiled "Anything else. "I have to find out about a buried roman Galley in the Fens." I knew about this. I think the library could help there. I will not help you unless you get stuck." I took the key and opened the library door. In the middle of the room was a table. On it was an identical computer to the ones used at school. An envelope was stuck to it. "To Billy, This will help you become a better man. All my love." Billy went mad and I had to chastise him being in the Library. I sat and showed him how to write then left him to it. It was not good but at least he tried. "Now watch carefully" I showed him how to connect to the Internet. We found a site I thought appropriate. We typed in "Roman galley, Fens?" suddenly there it was and he was reading it all out. "Will that help?" he gave me the hug I had missed since he got in. "Thanks how do I switch it off?" I showed him and the screen went blank. "I thought you wanted to know about "The Fens?" He looked at me smiling. I sat in my armchair. "I do but I have to write about it. If I copied it would be called plagiarism." Wow, 1 day at school and came home with plagiarism. Wrong, Billy showed me the paper from yesterday which showed a man had been convicted or writing another's work "That's plagiarism see it say so?" My turn to hug him. He was right. He did a good job with this. He showed it to me. I told him that I would not comment because I was not his teacher but "I was very proud." Work done Billy told me everything even his worries. Before I could say not to worry he told me his friend said it was all right. I felt redundant. "Can I cook tea?" Well it would happen soon I suppose. Billy made some pancakes, savoury kind with poached eggs on them. I was surprised because I liked them so would have to get the recipe from him. We sat together for the rest of the evening. Pierce called Billy to see if he was doing fine and so I sat through a long chat about how he had a computer, school, and what was happening tomorrow. Well I had made a good choice. We did drown again in the bath but never went as far as the night before. Billy slept well. When he woke I told him that it would be best if he not tell anyone he slept with me "Oh dad come on they will call me a baby. I wont." I got a kiss and Billy was ready for school. He had a good breakfast today but he never said goodbye as Worcester drove him off to school. Pierce was waiting for me when I arrived. He asked me how I had got on with the homework. "Well I did my best and finished it all. I found the Roman Galley on the Internet. It was exciting reading what the people who found it had to say." Pierce looked at my book. "Billy this is a great story and you found this with your computer?" I explained that I made up the story from what was shown and told. Pierce told me that it was almost as good as one of the history books he had been looking at. The teacher was very pleased and so was the English master who thought that typing on a computer then doing it again in longhand a clever thought. "I expected you wanted to make sure that it was understood by whoever read this. This was very creative. 2 merits for your class." I was standing at the teachers' table while rest of the boys clapped for what I had done. "Now you know we keep all our secrets don't you?" I was hearing in my head. I only did this because I could not understand what I had been trying to type so thought I should know what I had written in case of any questions. I found that after just 2 days I had made friends with all the class. I say all, but Chopper, ah Gary Chopps his real name, was the shy one I guessed. He kept away from them all including his classmates. I wondered what was going on in the head that was covered in Red curls. I made it a point to sit next to him at dinner. This boy was quiet, even as he ate the knife and fork never touched. I looked as he was able to move his cutlery to within a hairs breath of each other and not a sound was heard. I did slurp a cold drink while chewing hard on the tender meat of the schools favourite meal, Steak and Kidney Pie. I did try to catch a small sound but his teeth and mouth never did quite sound like us starving boys desperate to get an extra helping due to Mr Sword the Chemistry Teacher, he was a Vegan. I was new there but was in a different class to the others I had taken two mouthfuls while they were queuing for the second helping I told you about, I did try to make small talk with Chopper but his smile was the closest that anyone ever got to the language that they like I hoped would pass from his lips. In class, well from the moment he got up, being a boarder, till he went back to bed no letters that made words, never materialised. His one outstanding feature so I was told was to be able to fart in a bath in different notes. His party trick was "God save the Queen" with relative ease. Amazing. Once again I had a good day. No homework tonight but I was sorry to be leaving the boarders until tomorrow. Worcester collected me and took a longer way home tonight. "Sorry young sir but I have to collect Mr Baker at his office so he thought you might like to see what goes on." Now he must have been a mind reader because I wanted to see his work place after he first told me what he did. It was not far till we were passing buildings so high that you would need a jet elevator to get up to his room. On the 34th floor. When the doors opened a lady welcomed me then escorted me to a room at the far end of the building. When the doors opened I recognised the man whose bed I had been sharing. I placed my case on a chair then ran to meet my long lost friend. Well let's be fair I had not seen him in over 6 hours. I missed the big Guy. Billy ran to my arms so was not totally surprised that the rest of the workers stopped to see their Hermit of a boss showing affection in the openness of his office. I got told all about his day in 10 minutes that included thee part about farting in the bath. The ladies close by went red but like me he just carried on chatting. "Could I ask you something pleas Big D?" Every now and again something crops up that reminded me of school. We had nicknames for a lot of teachers but it looked as if I had been baptised with the first new one I had heard. "Big D." I was going to put an arm around his shoulders but Billy was to quick, he jumped into my lap almost throwing my papers to the floor. With the agility of an athlete he became a goalkeeper saving every piece from falling to the floor. All the time he was doing this he spoke. "I have made some friends at school who stay there to sleep. You know just like you said that I had the choice to do." I remembered vividly. "Well I was wondering if I could ask some of them over at the weekend. They have been so nice to me." It was a little early but I did not want to stop budding friendships. "I will speak to the Headmaster. Will that be good for you Billy?" His head would have fallen off if he had not had a strong neck. I was about to get on when Billy brought over the phone placing it in front off me and on top of the papers. I was not going to get much more done today so gave up. Billy sat with me while I called the Headmaster. I told Billy exactly what the Headmaster had said. "Once you have asked the boys then go and see him with their names." I got a big hug for that. I returned the hug back. Billy said, "I love you Big D." Imagine that you are in a very big hall that creates as much noise as a serious traffic jam. Now imagine all that noise come to a dead stop and the only thing anyone could hear is "I Love you Big D." Every face, every eye, even those who worked continually typed all the time looked straight at me. I could feel them looking even the flies that flew outside gambled with their lives rushing through the traffic just so they could get a windows view of my blushes. I have heard the words "Go with the flow." That's what I did. "And I love you Little B." This was an office of business but it brought tears to everyone's eyes even the janitors who were running around clearing all the tears that dropped to the ground. There were no ah or any other silly remarks but a crescendo of "That is so sweet." Coming from almost everyone. The older people were concentrating on if they could make it out of the room before they threw up. So there you had it an office brought to its knees by a small boy who professed his love for a big guy who they believed never had compassions within him. They could now see that I was wallowing in this little boy's childlike ways. Far from being the normal persona that I was well known for. I had been given a happy pill but this one read "Take one a day to stay happy." I had a few shares in a health farm called "The Sweat Shops." Billy said that I should get more. Well with that advice what could I do? I doubled my shares and the company was now worth double what I had paid for them. "Billy why that company?" He went to the other side of my desk. "I knew that we could make money because all children like sweets." I was pleased he was going to learn more English but hopefully it would be quicker. The naivety of a child's thought had brought the simple request of buy, buy, buy. "I need to make money." This was the simple response mentality from the old man. I told Billy what Sweat was and not to make the same mistake again. "Big D we still made money didn't we?" That was true so I think Billy had earns the request of asking his friends to come and stay. Going home we were so close that the rest of the back seat was redundant. I never asked why just saw he was happy and that's all that mattered to me. I watched him write the boys names down which he wanted to invite. Pierce, Robbie Glynn and Chopper. I remember Billy telling me about him and I guess you all know by now what he was like. I wondered if Billy was taking pity on him or he had a genuine feeling of camaraderie being he was known as the quiet one at his first school. I did my best not to question his choices as I have made it clear I wanted Billy to have "The freedom of choice." Unlike my parents I always believe that if a child is to learn then it will be by as many mistakes as achievements. At tea I suggested that he might like to ask the boys to stay over the weekend. I can hear the minds out there. "His choice. Must be because he has a bed big enough for them all." Even though I do not believe that to be true, as far as the story has gone you have every right to be sceptical. We ate and spoke of what could be done. Not once did I ever get the feeling or sensed anything that would show That young Billy's request was manipulated by thoughts of my own. I am sorry if this started to sound complicated but their lives were far from simple. Things started to become clearer as the days followed. Part 4 Of The Private; Part of the Gardener. To follow. Comments to Shaksbeer@ureach. Com. Flames will be ignored and extinguished.