Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2001 14:28:41 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: Sergeant Babysitter This story is from my imagination. Being fiction the name and places have been changed so that any similarities are pure coincidental. The story, being about boys and a man contains sexual passages. Sex between men and boys is illegal so maybe stories like this in your country. Please do check for your own security. I have the copyright to this and other stories so if you want to use this for any reason do please ask this includes any fee-paying sites. I have had time to rest after the treatment for my cancer so I have been writing hard once again. I thank my proofreaders for their help being that I am Dyslexic and thank my computer for doing all the work. Sergeant Babysitter The five years had flown by after I had enlisted in the Army. I took the five-year option because there were more chances to get further and as they always say, "See the world." I was decommissioned as a Sergeant and looked so stupid in the clothes that I had first enlisted in. The offer of clothes from the army was far worse. I found the nearest shop and spent a few pounds on clothes that made me look human, well almost human. I travelled home by train with what was a years pay, a driving licence and a reference that almost anyone would be proud of, that is except army personnel of a higher rank who would consider "Leadership qualities far above normal and could have advanced if he had remained in the service." A bit of a let down. The trip home took 7 hours but when I got out of the cab and saw mum waiting at the door the feelings of "Great to be home," flooded through me like water to a thirsty dog. I had a plate of good old family cooking. I say family but there was just mum and I. My bed was still as I left it. Full of lumps, squeaky and pillows harder than rocks, so just like the army all over again. I did get a good nights sleep and took a day to get use to being back home. Sun was high so took the chance to sunbathe. The army does get your body acclimatised to certain things. I would have been exercising so at home I fell asleep. I was in for a change. It was mum who woke me several hours later. I was blistered and burnt. The doctor was called who insisted I was covered in cool-water cloths every hour. It was mum who had the brainwave. "Son wear a pair of my tights after you have the cloths on then we just wet the tights. It will save you suffering." My mum was a 4 star general. I had those tights for a week. It was nasty but I did survive. It took me 6 weeks to get over my stupidity but the Army's medical aftercare paid me until the doctor said I could look for work. I did go against my mum's wishes and brought a Motorcycle. I also found a flat. The year's pay was money kept back by the army because we never needed all our pay being we were fed clothed and everything else. Half of my money got me the flat and motorcycle so I was not doing badly. While getting over the sunburn I met an ex officer from the army who said he thought he had the perfect job in the short term. There was a play scheme where boys and girls aged from 7 to 13 spent the school holidays. The summer was coming up and a woman had been found but no man as yet. I had been use to ordering men who in a war could have got any of the enemy killed but children that was another matter. A meeting was arranged between the staff and owners to see a film and what was expected. It was like a meeting of mothers but when I arrived they all wanted to know if I would help. The man who was leaving had done it for 2 years. He had helped all over. "Your skills at getting people to work together will be admired. I liked the friendly way I was invited into the group but the woman who was in charge made it clear she was the boss. "Don't worry mums always like that?" A boy who was about 12 spoke out. He then went to sit with his mum. He had a disability. One leg shorter than the other gave him a pronounced limp. "My son will need to do his own thing. He could never," I grabbed a ball on the windowsill and looked at the boy. "Can you catch? Can you kick?" I got a yes to both questions. "Lets play." He managed a kick before falling. "I told you Paul. You have to sit quiet." I lifted him up. "Excuse me, I think that if he is treated as a cripple then other children will do the same. All he has is one leg shorter than the other but he is normal, let him be a child." I know. That was Sergeant big mouth talking. To me everyone was equal no matter what. The point was that they tried. Gladys, the woman in charge was the only one to ignore me when I was offered the job. That night was the last I saw of her. She refused to work with me. "Can you manage on your own for a while?" Now what so hard about looking after and keeping kids amused? I found the answer after the first day 40 children all that were full of beans needed to be kept amused. It took an hour to get a list of who they were. We had done one thing and that was to shout at each other a lot. After lunch I took them to the park and that's when I became a sergeant again. I had them running and marching doing jumps and any other kind of awful exercise that I could think of. I did not believe it. They wanted more. Most called me sir while the older called me sergeant. At the end of the day when the parents came to collect their little darling it was "Goodnight Sir." I cleared up then reported as I was told. "We have had a lot of compliments so Gladys will not be returning. You are in charge." My flat looked so inviting when I got home. I was about to relax when the doorbell rang. It was one of the governess' of the play scheme. "Sorry to call on you but I need to talk to you." We sat with some tea and I was told about a family that had recently moved to the city. They had a son who was very quiet. He may need a lot more attention than the others. See what you can do." The next morning I met Ian. He was the son of the woman who had moved to the city. He was a quiet boy yet his mother was very loud. "Ian's father left us about six months ago. He needs something to get him out of his shell." The rest of the children were happy at doing almost anything. Even the girls were happy at marching up and down in unison. Ian was hard work and did not talk very much. He would stand at my table while I did some paperwork and would not want to join in. It was just after lunch that we all went swimming. The pool instructors would take over and I sat in the stand watching. Young Ian who said he did not like swimming sat with me. I did manage to get a yes or no to some drinks that I took with me. His appearance was first class. He seems to get closer and closer until he was almost in my lap. "How old are you Ian?" he looked around and I am sure that because he was close I managed to get the answer. "I am 10." We watched for 45min, the others having great fun. Ian was having fun being the centre of attention. I was given the key to the family changing rooms and a female lifeguard watched the girls get changed while I checked on the boys. It was fun after all we made it that way. Back at the centre we all had a chat about the swimming until they were collected. Ian's mum was happy to see him. He waved goodbye, which brought a smile to her face. Day after day we did different things and Ian managed to add a little more fun to his life. One day we were listening to a storyteller who read the children a book of their choice. Rather than sit with the others Ian came and sat with me. I was trying to do some work when he took both my hands and wrapped them around his waist. Now why I did not quite understand but I was using a finger to stoke his legs that came down from his shorts. No resistance at all. I thought at one time Ian was getting in a position so that I could do the stroking much easier. Well after the story Ian had changed for some reason. He spoke to everyone. His mother was surprised. "What did you do Sarg?" I got a hug from Ian then said, "I gave him a bit more attention just as he needed." It was Friday and all the children had returned letters about a trip to the seaside. All had been signed, I say all, but that was all that were going. Some had other plans. Ian was another who was not going. Mum had to work so Ian would be with a neighbour. Brain in gear before mouth. I suggested, "He could come with me and I would bring him home after?" Ian looked at his mum who after talking to her son agrees to the offer. I am given the address and arrange to collect him the following morning. It was a great sunny day when I got to the house, and what a house. It was more like a mini mansion. I drove to the house up a gravel track. Ian came to meet me. His mum was very unsure because I was going to take him to the coach on my motorbike. I got him ready and sat him behind then strapped him against me. She saw us drive away and only I could see here face as we left. It was not a long trip but everyone was upset that Ian had got a ride with me. The children he had not chatted with did that day wanting to know how fast we went. "I think it was 200 miles an hour." Yup just like a child to make it better than it was. I did 20-30mph and that's all. I was given control of Ian and I even persuaded him to come swimming with me. We did a quick change with the others and splash we were in. he could not swim but that did not stop him trying. Finally I let him go and he was off on his own. He played rounders and cricket while his appetites seem to grow after every minute. When we had to go we all changed so that we did not waste time. I helped him but before he dressed he held me tight. I gave the young lad a cuddle to let him know how proud I was of him. Dressed we were just about to go when I got a surprise. I packed his things up and Ian kissed me. I tickled him. I did not mean to but I knew that the top of the leg was the most ticklish. When I did this he just lay still while holding my hand under his shorts. I got him up and we had 1 last kiss for we left for the coach. I got him back on time. He was bouncing around telling his mum that he had learned to swim. "What do you do to make them so happy. Its as if I have my old son back." Ian hugged me with a thank you in front of his mum. I got a hug from her as well. "I have to go see my father who is in hospital tomorrow. Ian hates the long trip. If you are not busy do you do baby sitting?" I told her Ian was no baby but if she wanted me to keep Ian Company then I would. "Shall I come here or take Ian to my place?" After a while it is decided that I will keep Ian Company at his home. All agreed I went home to collapse after a full day of exercise. Sunday was just like the Saturday. I got to the house just as it was time for Clare, Ian's mum to leave. "I will be back late this afternoon. There is some food in the refrigerator. Ian had just got up so was still in his pyjamas. He waved bye to his mum and I then saw inside the house. It was nice. Ian showed me his room and it was like any boys room. He was quick to want a cuddle before getting his clothes out to dress. I was going to leave him. "Don't go." I sat on his bed and watched him. Ian was happy to be with me I could tell. He leaned up against me while watching cartoons on his television. He changed so that he laid on the bed. I stroked his back under his jacket. Ian took the jacket off. My fingers made patterns all over his back. Turning over I did the same to his tummy. I spent some time teasing the pink nipples that grew every time they were touched. His belly button was an outie so that got the touch as well. While I circled it I watched his movements. His fingers moved to his waistband and played with the button that held them up and closed. He was smiling all the time. The cartoons had finished. Ian turned off the television but still remained in the same position. Suddenly he got up and ran to the door closing it he then returned. The curtains being drawn blocked the sun that came through the window. Ian pulled the cover down on his bed they lay back as he had been. From his chin to the waistband I touched him up and down. I stopped for a moment while I watched him open the buttons of the trousers. He never pulled them open just placed his hand behind his head while I carried on. His eyes were closed. My fingers this time went from the chin passed the waistband touching the flesh that had been hidden by the trousers. I was not sure what I was doing but the course I was taking had a strange effect on me. "Ian sat up and looked at me. He held my hands. He sat back still holding them. He rested my hands at the trouser opening. His hands opened them further. Slowly while he looked into my eyes he pushed my hands inside the trousers and let go. I could not quite understand what was going to happen. "Will you take them down and tickle me?" His open trousers only needed a pull then I could tickle his legs. "If I do what do you want me to do?" I got no answer. I was going to open them up but Ian took the choice from me. He pulled them down. My hands were less than 1 inch away from his private parts. Sticking up, I looked at it. Ian's eyes closed and he waited. I did not know what to do. Ian pulled his trousers up and did the buttons up. He came to me wanting a hug. He pushed me back. Ian was in control of this. He sat on me and opened the buttons of my shirt. When apart he did what I had been doing. He then unhooked my trousers and opened his again. I could feel him on top of me. "Do you know now what I want?" I told him he should tell me. Ian's small frame lay close when I got the first kiss. I enjoyed that. He was such a nice boy that I could not do anything that would upset him. I would play along. I kissed him back. "Will you take your clothes off and come to bed with me for a while?" I had not been ready for that. I know I was half undressed by Ian but thought it was harmless. "Look." Ian stood on the bed and his trousers fell. Kicking them off he sat on me. "Please do this with me. It will be our secret?" I sat up holding Ian. He pushed my shirt off, now that I could take it off. Taking my hand till they held his private parts was just a bit much. "I do not think we should do this Ian." I watched as Ian got dressed and left the room. I put my shirt on and tidied up. I made his bed then went to find him. He in the kitchen head on hands crying hard. "You do not like me anymore now. I wanted to be with you." I told him I loved him. It just came out. I do not know why but it seemed the right thing to say. "If you love me then why could we not be together?" I took his hand and pulled him to me. "Ian we are together. If it means that much will you let me think about it?" Ian agreed but wanted an answer soon because his mum got home at 5pm. It was 11am and I did not have time? Well this boy did have problems. "His hand rubbed the front of my trousers and the feeling I had was so nice. For no reason I did it to him. Ian took my hand and we went back to his room. I lay with him and we kissed and rubbed each other. When the hand rubbed him he took it and slipped it under the leg of his shorts. My fingers could feel him hard and soft all at the same time. I watched when his hand entered my fly opening and twisted my private parts. The more he did it the more so did I. Both of us were doing the same to each other. "Can I feel yours properly?" I never answered yes or no but I saw the hand open my trousers and go under my briefs. His small hand was now in full contact with me but unable to hold it fully because it had grown so big. Ian's shorts opened easily. His boxers pulled forwards and I was holding him. Our arms around each other gave way to a long kiss and the stiffness we both had came into contact with each other's. Ian was moving against me. "Think how nice it would be if we had nothing on?" I had already done that. "Ian lets do it then." I helped the boy undress letting him stay in his boxers just in case. Ian undressed me. The briefs and boxers soon went and we both were against each other again. I found the small but hard penis easy to play with. The skin was wet from me so moved up and down easily. Ian was shaking. "It's happening." I knew what "its" meant. I was about to dress when Ian started on me. He was an expert. With different strokes it got to the stage when I thought I would have to beg a young boy to bring me off but it just happened. He watched the spasms and white fluid cover me but wanted some on himself. His hand was covered and he rubbed it all over him. He had a towel that we used to clean up. We did not get up straight away. I felt so guilty with what I had done. Just before we got up Ian said, "Its not you its me. I wanted you and I did this. I used to do it with my brother but mum and dad had a fight when we were caught. Dad took my brother while I stayed here. You are the first best friend I have had. I will do anything to say thank you." I did something silly. I told him I should tell his mum what I had done. "No never. I will be taken away. That's what mum and dad fought over when they caught my brother and I doing things. They agreed to split us apart so we would not be sent away. If you keep this a secret I have a surprise for you." What would I say, "Clare, your son and I have just had a wank together?" I got a kiss and thought, what a nice surprise. "Will you help me dress or shall I stay like this till mum gets home?" I laughed and helped him dress. We had a good time together in more than one way. Clare got home tired out. It was clear that this trip had taken so much out of her as it did whenever she made the effort and took the train there. I got home and although I had a lot to do my mind was going through what happened today. Ian had become someone different since out first meeting. His tenderness had shown the reality of his own feelings. I had become very confused being that my conduct would have been cause for instant dismissal in the Army, I expect even more. Ian was first there on Monday. He had become a good little helper. He was going to have a friend to stay over tonight so wanted to do so many things now to make the day pass quickly. It did and I was so grateful. I was exhausted. The bed saw me coming and fluffed itself up all alone. Next day at the play scheme Clare wanted to talk to me after the scheme had ended. She was taking the boys to the cinema but would leave them so she had some free time. We met up. "Thanks for coming. I have a problem that I do not know what to do about. I got the drinks then came back to listen. "The other day Ian had a friend called Neil to stay the night. It was late after a full night. I went to check on them. Well the boys were on top of the bed naked doing things." I hoped she could not see me sweating. "Ian went through this type of thing with his brother and that is why my husband and I split taking a boy each for their protection. When I saw them I did not know what to do. I was going to talk to Neil's parents but decided that I could talk to you easier." The word "Experimenting," is easy to say. However it's hard for a parent who has a blocked mind about simple sexuality to understand. I did try to say that at the boys' age it was simple fun and part of everyday life when boys are growing up but that did not seem to be good enough. I took a different stance. "You have to admit that if Ian is trying to find himself then its better with his friend rather than a girl who turns up on the doorstep after a while to say the Ian is the father of her baby due in 7 months. Between you and me I went through a phase like that and it did not last long but life is like a jigsaw puzzle and what happened is just another piece" Clare agreed with all I said but did not think he could become a father yet. "If he had a father there would be someone he could talk to. He is alone. I wonder would you speak to him? He has become very close to you and I trust what you could do for him. I have to see my father this weekend so I was going to ask?" I said I would. The boys came back claiming to have been the critical pair in the destruction of the goodies who had been against the baddies. Normal children's film for a Saturday morning or early evening. I went to the pub. I never drunk a lot but theses days it seemed I was being asked more and more of myself. The week went off quite well, this included a visit to the zoo. We lost 3 boys and 2 girls whom I thought I saw in a monkey cage. The children were just there own mad selves. It took a while but we all got beck together. We had a picnic and took great pleasure in watching the train of elephants cross the grass for a wash. Like most kids the sight of Elephant poo made their day giving great descriptive stories while the coach took them home. I forgot to mention, today I met Neil. The friend of Ian. He was a mixture of black and white. He was neat and tidy with a football strip of a top team I think. No accent he just spoke clear and happy. He did not join in the elephant chat because kids at school called him poo face because of his colour. We spoke about the Army. His brother was going in to the service he thought he might go into it as well. When we got back Ian asked me if Neil could come and play at his house. I told him that he would be coming to my house the next day. "You might get the chance to call him." I told Clare that if she was serious about me talking to Ian then He could come to my house. I collected him early and said that rather than her hurry take some time with her father and Ian can sleep overnight. Clare left while I took Ian with me. We met up with Neil. Ian asked him to stay overnight with us. Neil's father was fine about it. We took a cab to my house and went in. Everyone relaxed. "This is hard boys but I know you slept over last weekend. I also know something you don't. Ian your mum saw you both with no clothes on and told me. She said that she was going to tell Neil's parents." Neil went mad. "They will kill me. I have to stop her." "Neil I have by saying that I would talk to you. I wont say anything at all. How long did you and Ian sleep like that?" It was quiet. "About as long as you and I did." Said Ian. "What, do you and Ian do things together?" I smiled at him. "It just happened and yes it was fun." Well there you have it. I had said it for the first time. I had enjoyed doing things with Ian. I had thought about the young cadets who I trained and none of those made me feel like Ian did. One night they all got drunk and tried to jump me. One ended up in my bed but that was drunken fun and Childs play. The cadet was 15 and we all made fun of him because he dressed in bright purple vest and briefs. So I was sitting trying to establish who the boys were and just how they had got into my life. There was I sitting on a chair with both boys on the floor. Each had their feet either side off me. I held a sock covered foot while we spoke. "So how comes you were seen on bed together without your clothes?" It seemed that the boys had just finished a shower and had yet to get dressed. I took a sock off each. "If I believe you are telling me a lie then I will tickle your foot." "Please do not tell my parents." Said Neil. Ian got up and sat next to me. "We were just having fun." I promised not to say anything. Neil got to the other side and he hugged and thanked me. "My brother who is older than me lets me in his bed if I am good. We do what Ian and I did. Its nice and we never tell." Now I did the wrong thing. I took Neil's shorts and opened them. He looked at me while I opened them to see a brown pair of y-fronts with white edgings all the way around. Ian took his socks off and closed the curtains. Soon the boys sat with me in nothing but their underwear. Ian's boxers were green. Standing side by side I held them tight. Ian whispered, "You want me nude? Or do you want Neil?" Again the words that I never believed would happen just popped out. "What about both of you?" Taking a hand from each I took them both to my bedroom to relax. I had a large bed, big enough for us all. Individually I lifted each boy on the bed. Ian was the first to be stripped completely followed by Neil. Neither minded. I was between them enjoying the feeling I was giving and getting. Neil was soft so my fingers took a gentle stoke of him. The skin between his legs sent shivers through him. Ian was undressing me. After a while Neil watched as Ian kissed like I remembered. Different hand got to my clothes and carried on from where Ian had left. The only thing that separated us was my shorts. Ian took Neil's hand and pushed it into the shorts. He held me. Ian pulled my shorts so that I could see what Neil was doing. Now we were all naked and sexually stimulated. I watched while the two boys got together. They kissed and fondled like I had never witnessed before. Neil's back was against me while Ian squeezed against him. Neil held my penis while he was becoming more and more excited as time went on. "You can have a laugh now. In this whole story my name has never been mentioned. I got use to Sarg but when Neil said. "Chris do what you do best?" I was confused. My name is Duncan. Neil was pushing back so that he guided my penis to the hole in the cheeks of his bottom. "Chris stick it in. Hard." Ian looked over as Neil pushed back. He rubbed Neil hard. I was inside Neil keeping dead still. Neil did all the work. I looked at Ian rubbing Neil and the excitement he aroused in him. Neil was bigger than Ian, He managed to expel 3 drips that ran down Ian's fingers before I could not hold back. I was so ashamed. Neil rubbed Ian and I watched his convulses after several hard rubs. When all was calm I found out that Chris was Neil's 13-year-old brother. He said he was sorry. I said I was sorry and that this was all wrong. Ian had the logical answer. "How can something that feels so good be wrong?" We lay together for about an hour. We never got dressed just put the briefs or boxers on. I made food and after watching television we all slept together. I had to explain to Clare what had happened so made up the story as if the boys had just showered. "It was all innocent." She was relieved. At the end of the scheme I had to meet with the governors and welfare about funding for the next holiday. That went well. I was invited to take a weekend camp for the army cadets. I had time and the money was great so I accepted. Getting geared up again was strange. I had been given charge of the 24 cadets so was made a captain. I got to the camp and met the other young officers who were to take charge of their groups. When the busses arrived it was funny to see the children who were determined to be soldiers. We packed them off to unload and I gave a speech in the main hall about what would be required. Strange thing to say but I was feeling like a normal officer all over again. I was to look after group 4 and the problem cases. The first week went very well but then some boys got to big for they're for boots.3 boys had to be disciplined. That evening I met the problem boys. For 2 they got 2 hours of guard duty while the rest had a disco. The worst boy took a test to see if he was still cut out to be a soldier. Christopher Nurian. Almost 14. He had been bulling the younger boys and almost hit one. I read his file and understood why. After the salute I made him sit. I read the riot act with threats of sending him home. He was upset but was still sure that he could be a future soldier. We talked for a long time. I asked him three very important questions that he was to think about for 30 minutes then return with the answers. After the salute he was about to leave. " Chris do what you do best." He looked at me. "Is there anything else cadet? I held out a letter. "Chris stick it in the box please." Chris never left. "How do you know?" Chris looked through the window. "Sir how do you know?" I never answered. I mumbled "You miss Neil?" Chris fell to the ground. "Cadet come sit down near the fire." I left the room to tell the others what action I had taken I even told them Chris would serve punishment by becoming my runner for the rest of the week. "Wipe his name off the activities until you hear different from me." I returned to the hut and saw Chris shaking with tears. I covered him with a blanket. "We need to talk?" Chris asked me how I knew about him and what will this do to stop him getting in the Army. I told him the truth but thought he was a bit to young to worry and I would not say a word. Chris wanted to know why he was being so lucky. I told him that if he behaved as an adult from tomorrow then things do get forgotten. I could see a smile stretch across his face. It was the biggest I had seen in ages. "I want you to tell me what you and Neil do. Look I am taking my jacket off so all what is spoken about remains in this room." Chris never held back he told me everything. Some of the things I know would get him kicked out. "What do you do if Neil is not there have you got a friend?" Chris cried his way through his loneliness. His heart had found it hard to find a friend. Even the people here could not get on with him. The Army was a step to find happiness. "I would be part of a team who did not know me so it would be a fresh start." It was strange to see a boy so unhappy. I had read the rulebook about camp cadets and nowhere did it say that kindness was not to be shown. I walked to him. He helped me make a hot drink. Together we sat near the fire talking. He was still shaking so an arm around the shoulder seemed appropriate. Leaning against me I stroked his face. "Take that Jacket off." Chris did. He returned to me. I never looked at him when I tugged his shirt out of his trousers. I got up double locking the door and flicking a sign that read "Patrolling." I went back to him turning the light out on the way. It was a struggle to unlace his boots but when they were off with his socks I could feel a difference. I held the bottom of his shirt and his arms raised. The shirt came off. "Now Chris I need to know if you want me to carry on?" The arms around me gave the answer, I was gentle with his trousers. The button opened. The zip was down in one move. I tugged and they dropped to his ankles. In the uniform he was like any other but without it he was special. I held the bottoms so that he could lift each foot out. I had before me this boy of 13 wearing blue briefs and showing excitement inside them. Taking Chris to the bed being seen only by the firelight had my hand slipped back into his briefs. His smooth arse was magnetic. I pulled the briefs down to leave him naked. He lay in the bed and watched me as he did his brother undress. Down to my shorts Chris reached to slip them down. We were together. I could never really understand till that moment why men found some boys as beautiful as the statue of David. Chris had no blemishes and no hairs. I was surprised as he was almost 14. His coffee coloured skin was mixed with cream so that the look was erotic itself. I held his erection while he did the same. The butterfly kisses were sensuous. Our eyelashes touched while the kisses got stronger . I wanted him to be as anxious as I felt, but he was gentle. His lips covered my body. Sucking as if a straw he took me. "Do what you know best Chris." I collapsed as he continued to suck. It was going to last all night. I wanted to do something so reached for his penis that was begging to be touched. I knew I was going to cum. So did Chris. He held tight while I filled his mouth. Swallowing the final drop a thin warm jet of fluid run up my arm. After several smaller shots the deed was finished. Taking his penis I licked it clear, I never believed that I could do such a thing. Chris and I held each other far different than Ian or Neil. That night we both managed 4 time to show how each other made us feel. I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke Chris had gone but his briefs had been left behind. Chris had run away knowing that gay boys could not make it in the army unless they fucked their commanding officer. I had a lot of explaining to do. Chris left a letter saying he was off to see the world. His parents thought this might happen. His father said he was too feminine to be in the army. "Chris knew what he could do best. I tried to teach him but it clearly was the wrong things. I began to wonder. Neil and his family continued to search for Chris going all over the country. He wrote a letter to us all from Holland saying how happy he was. He would come home but only when his heart found what it had been looking for. "It almost happened once but I would have hurt others and I could not be so selfish." I got a call from the hospital that Clare visited. "The time has come." I did not know her father but she clearly wanted me there. It took 3 hours to get there but I had troubles finding her. I mentioned her name and was taken to a room. It was Clare who was dying, not her father. She had been getting treatment for Cancer and it had failed, "I am glad you came. No time to talk just take this." I held her hand while she took her last breath. "Duncan please look after my son. The child welfare have met you and it's arranged. My ex husband does not want him but I can see that you are the best of friends. He is waiting in room 7." As I went in he ran to me. "I am alone now." The woman waiting with Ian asked me if I would take care of Ian. We hugged so that gave her a reply. She gave me a form that was all signed. I took Ian back to my home. That night we were together as one for the first time. I was the man chosen by everyone from the play scheme governors, officials and Ian's mum. No one knew that the man was a boy lover who had broken out of his shell all they wanted was a caring person for the boy. We did become one. I taught him to be good and learn how to live a decent life. About us, well we called upon the other when needed. After several months I managed to get Ian in a great school and I lived watching him become the man his mother would have been proud of. The day Ian cum for the first time caused so much mess that we had no need for further love of that kind. Ian is going to become a policeman. Well he said that after I almost drowned him through playing in the bath. The one thing I do know is that Ian loves me as much as I him. I hope that one-day love will be made easier than it is nowadays. Chris is still searching like many children. Boys have a hard time. When they find a man who can help the men are labelled and the boys are treated without privacy. It started off as Sergeant babysitter and now very soon it could be General babysitter. 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