Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2001 14:21:22 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Private Part of a Gardener This is a story about my imagination. It is fictional. Any names are purely coincidental. It is the second story I ever wrote and my proofreaders have said that in their opinion it should be changed in a minor way. I have the copyright so if you wish to use this for any reason then please ask. Fee paying sites will be refused. The story contains the life between a man and the boys who pass through. There are sexual passages that are between the man and underage boys so do check with your country if this kind of material is allowed. I am dyslexic and suffering cancer. Fighting both is hard work. My computer does most to help me, while the Matron at the Hospital is intent on me resting or need a new laptop for herself. I want to thank all of you who have given part of your time to email me. The best wishes and comments about my stories are well appreciated. To all the dreamers out there I hope this goes someway to making you realise that anything may be possible. No names you know whom you are. My grateful thanks The Private Part of a Gardener. Final Chapter. It was a great time we had over Christmas. Not just because a boy lover, dirty old man or pervert had made love with the boys. Everyone will have his or her own thoughts. Me I am a Stock broking boy lover who had a son for Christmas. A few days before school started in the New Year, Billy had asked for time to talk. Well today was that time. "Dad if I asked you, could I stay at school to sleep what would you say?" Oh shit. I never expected to be asked that. 13 in 14 days and I was loosing him. I got a headache. My policy was, if I was asked for something and it was within my power I would do everything to let it happen. How could I say yes when my heart and the pain in my head said no. I don't think it was possible to check how long I was alone in the green house crying. I did not answer him but just left the room. When I went away I missed my mother. Father told me to be strong. Now my son is asking himself. I want to make one thing clear. If I said yes I would not be loosing the person I had been having sex with, I'd have been loosing the one son I was likely to ever have, I loved Billy and that's what would be missing. The house since Billy came had been full of something that had vacated itself after my Parents had died, LOVE. The word "Why?" I almost asked but that again would have been unfair. I took 3 hours I think, just sitting there before I said the one thing that was right for him but not me. "Billy if that is what you want then of course I will make the arrangements." Callously I walked away from him as if I did not really care. I had feelings but the reality was my son came first now not me. The boys were very quiet talking. Worcester had come back that morning and I just wished I could feel as happy as he looked. Milo and Tipo were going back a few days before term started to see their parents who would be at the school for a day. I did not get involved with helping them pack. I just sat remembering the times almost a year ago that the Hermit inside me had been in control. It was nice when they came to say goodbye. They shed almost as many tears as I had in the greenhouse. A warm hug for each and a kiss of love, combined with goodbye left a hollow that I had not had in a long time. "Hope we can come back!" was heard as the car left the drive. I was so very sad. Even the words, "Now Maurice pull yourself together." Did not help and I sat in the chair. The depression got me mad and stupid. I ripped all the ornament from the tree and demolished the decorations. Lights were smashed then just swept away. Corrina popped in to say thank you for her and her husband's holiday and saw the devastation. "I better get some bags." I sat watching her sweep and polish collecting all the broken baubles that had shattered on the floor. Billy had gone with the boys for the ride but I still could not get use to the feeling of him not being there. My headache was getting worse and just like a mother Corrina took it upon herself to call my Doctor. He quickly came. After getting no help from me he wrote out a prescription. He gave me an injection that made me sleepy almost immediately. I was taken to lie down. I know it was dark when I woke up. The room was cleared of Christmas and Worcester and Corrina were sitting in the living room. They both were pleased to see me awake. My mood never changed. My thoughts, they were just here so that if I did die they might get a chance of the house. God what an embittered old bastard who because of a simple question had wrecked, almost, the closest people to me. "I got your young man to bed he could not sleep here. I did not want him to disturb you. If you feel better then we will take our leave of you. I will be back with the doctor in the morning." I looked in on Billy he was rolled up in a blanket fast asleep. I closed the door and made my way to the library. I poured a Brandy, far too much if I had to be honest. I remember a chapter or 2 back; I mentioned the silence of the library. I sat at heard my heart, the clock then the brandy slipping down my throat that sounded like the last drop of water going down a plug hole. I even thought at one time I could hear a tap dripping, with the noise getting louder each time. Suddenly I saw my mother. Standing in front of me she said I was a mess. "Now you know how we felt when you went away to school. It had to be for the best or we would not have done it. I would never have allowed it." The Doctor called again early the next morning. After checking me he said to the others it was Flu. He told me different. "I need you to get checked up at the hospital." I was medicated again. 3 days later I was told that Billy had never moved from my side. "I cannot go away to school with you like this." I helped him pack. It was a very lonely time with Billy away. The gates were locked and I saw no one. I sat in my library and read up about depression. For 4 days I never ate just drunk. I never spoke to anyone at all. Billy did try and call but because I never answered, he got worried. I had to be brave. I had to stand firm. One evening I was off to get a bottle when the doorbell rang. Outside was a boy in a sea cadets uniform." Hello sir, are you Billy dad?" The boy was soaking wet. I invited him in. "My name is Alistair and I go to the same school as Billy. I have run away." I grabbed a towel then took the boys coat from him and put it in the dryer. I called the school straight away. They had been worried when the boy did not return from Cadets. I asked what they wanted to do. Being it was 9-30pm I said he could stay hear and I would bring him back early in the morning. The headmaster was feeling better because the boy was found, so agreed. I grabbed some things of Billy's and told him to get his clothes in the dryer. He was frozen so I had to help. His hands could not move they had a purple colour to them. I did have one problem. I could not get his heavy trousers off. He pointed to the buttons at the side and it took all my strength to undo them. I ran the shower and a naked shivering boy just stood under the warm water. I made a hot drink while he showered. I got a big towel then dried him off. I slipped some boxers on him with my gown to keep him warm. I stoked the fire to get a good flame so that we could heat the room. "Right so why did you come here?" Alistair did not look at me he just sipped his hot drink. "I am home sick very bad and cry all the time. No one understands." I knew in a way what he was feeling. I gave him a hug trying to explain that all the boys there suffered homesickness. "I know Billy does so I told him I was going to run away. He told me to come here." It was warming up now so I took the blanket to cover his legs. He was just 11 and it was his first time away from home. I told him that he could sleep in Billy's bed but he did not want to be alone. We talked all about things and I took his clothes from the dryer and put them out to air. His cadet uniform was fine but the colour had run through his clothes underneath so he had a streaky white and blue shirt, his briefs were the same. Alistair was getting happier because I saw a smile on his red face. I put his shirt and briefs on a wash to remove the stains, I hoped, then went to see if he wanted another drink. I stood looking because he was sitting on the settee without a blanket or gown. He looked so sweet in Billy's Boxers. He did not mind that I held him so it did us both good. He started to get very sleepy. I carried him to my room. I slipped him into bed then got beside him to keep warm. He was not quite asleep but with an arm around him he settled. I gave him a kiss as I would Billy and he asked what that was for. I never had so much to say to child as I did then. I laid myself open by telling him all. After I had finished I looked expecting fear and loathing but instead He just smiled. "If my dad loved me he would never have sent me away." I explained that his dad loved him as much as I did Billy by letting him go. "He wants the best for you Alistair, He really does." I thought about Billy and realised I was saying the same to me. I hugged the young lad again but this time I got a hug back. "Feel better now?" Together we held each other knowing that we both understood. "Can I ask you to do something for me Alistair?" He made the various suggestions about getting me a drink, you know those sorts of things. "Alistair do not get scared will you." He looked puzzled "I reached down to open the top button of the boxer shorts he was wearing. 1 by 1 I opened each then started to slip them down. He was a bit scared I could tell but a hug reassured him as I took the boxers away. I did wonder if he might pull away but he got closer. I held his softness and caressed his small frame. He had an instant erection, which made me grin. His kisses became more frequent then he touched me. I threw the covers back to see the boy naked in my bed. One hand stroked him while I used the cream to tease his hole. I was not intending to go inside but it just did. Pulling his back to me my penis like a snake on the loose attacked the hole. The head slipped in him and I heard a sound of pain. I lay still and rubbed him till his body started to shake. I pushed further and his hole grasped my organ expediting the climax for both of us. I came but the pressure forced me out spraying the bottom of the boy. He shuddered and went stiff. The ridges of his penis throbbed and a tear escaped from him. Turning him over I went to suck on the red organ. Alistair seemed to be in a continuous climax. As we both came down from on high I told him that this was my way of loving a boy. It was midnight. Why I do not know but I lifted him from the bed and took him to the spa. We both lay in the water. I cleaned him and made sure that his bottom was clear and clean. We slept together for the rest of the night. The next morning I got up first. I packed the clothes he had got here in and Woke the naked Alistair. I helped his morning erection go away with several swift strokes. I dressed him in the clothing that Billy was getting a bit to big for. We hugged like a father and son after along time apart. I touched the lad on ever part of his skin before dressing him. I took my time while he stood in a pair of briefs that Billy first had to wear. I had school clothing so got him to look quite handsome. I told him he could come with Billy to stop for a weekend if he could not go home. We hugged again and for no reason except how I was feeling his trousers and briefs dropped to the floor. He could not get enough of the new loving which I knew could be my last if Alistair ever said anything. What I did not expect was he to allow me to fuck him with the passion I did. 8 am and I slipped from him having deposited everything I had. His hole pink and secreting sperm was held in the air so it could be cleaned. "That is what I have missed so much from my dad. We have been doing things since I was 6. I feel so much happier now." I kept hearing his voice over and over as he ate his breakfast. I drove him back to the school. I met the headmaster and his father who was gracious in thanks Alistair did in front of them all hug me and thanked me for the chat. Billy popped out to say hello. I responded to Billy like any parent. The one thing I regretted was not waving to him as I left for home. I thought about breakfast on the way but I was just too tired. .......................................................... Hello all this is Billy. I thought I had better tell you all that my dad was killed today on his way home from my school. They said he must have fallen asleep after having a heart attack. I think I broke his heart. He has left everything to me. I am standing with Worcester who will look after me when I am at home I have placed dad ashes in an Urn and they will be in the Greenhouse next to his dog buried there. I want to be a stockbroker like dad but I have just one wish I want to be able to give as much love to others as my dad did. "Well Billy I understand. Your father was a special person. I know all the boys he loved and you were his top boy." I was left in the greenhouse. I then prayed to my Dad for forgiveness. I constantly cried for a long time there. I wondered if tears had ever been shed before in that most special place. I still had my friends at school but I was angry with the Headmaster for granting a memorial service without asking me. I started to get stuck into work but so many people kept saying, "Billy if you need to talk then all you have to do is ask." I wanted to be left alone. Worcester understood. When I next went home, till my final exams I read every book in Dad's library. Some I did not understand. One was his Diary. He liked the silence and I had to agree with him so although Dad liked the part about being alone. I became a Hermit just like him. The school in there wisdom gave me a room that I almost never left except for lessons. I never did games, I refused. There were never any questions asked because I was keeping up with the work. Robert was a good friend. Clifford's brother came through with things that I never would have asked for. I ate and drank in my room until I was 16. The terms of Dads will came into force and I was the young man who owned the estate. Every exam I had I passed. The old computer did my work. I read into the possibility of a spirit invading something. I believed that Dad was still helping. I had gone through more than most children when inexplicably I fell in Love. After 2 years I made a commitment. I hoped and prayed that I could feel the Love my Father felt even though the Law (Jackass seems a better word) did not allow the happiness between a boy and a man. On my 18th birthday I got a better pool installed, and every morning I would bathe remembering just how lucky I was. ............................................................... Well I have just turned 21. It's been hard without a family but I did as my father and took over his firm. Worcester still works the gardens but Corrina passed away after a long illness. This is almost the end or my Diary but as I do every night: "I love you Dad." This was my story. Billy you coming to bed?" I better go or Robert will find someone else. R.I.P Maurice Baker A son to a father A father to a son May the place you are at Have an abundance of what you love Your ever-loving son Billy. THE END