Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2012 07:09:38 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Can't Happen Pt.2

			      It Can't Happen
				  Part 2

He didn't wait to be invited up to my bedroom, he was there and naked
before I entered.

"Shower first, no touching until we are back on the bed."

He grinned at me. No touching, huh, as if.

"I'll wash your back Cain and you can wash mine."

He did, making a meal out of washing down my crack, right through to my
balls which he tickled.

"I'll spank you if you don't behave yourself."

Surprise, he did, and then I washed his back.

"I'm going to do seriously wicked things to your bottom so I'm going to
wash inside and out ok?"

"Oh yes Cain, that's more than ok. You can do anything you like to me."

I slid a soapy finger all the way into his anus, very gently and then
washed him out. I wasn't intending to fuck him, but I was going to give him
a severe rimming.

What a total delight his body turned out to be. He was everything I could
ask for in a lover, apart from his age. He had totally unblemished skin
that was as soft as silk. He had the slight build of a sporty early teens
boy, and of course, at 14 he had very little hair, a small patch of pubes
and a small amount underarm. His groin area was delightful, he had a very
adequate circumcised penis with a neat ball sack that got quite tight when
he was erect, but still left enough for me to play with. His butt was the
total clincher and I knew that one day I would slide my cock between those
two perfect little cheeks.

We didn't do very much for the first little while, just cuddling and
touching, voyage of discovery for both of us. We kissed softly, just going
with our feelings. I had expected him to go at me like a bull in a china
shop but I think he knew he had won and was content to make our loving last
a long time this first time.  I guessed he would become a cock hound
because most of his touching was around my cock, with the comment, "That is
so exciting Cain, I know I'll never get tired of playing with this and
letting you use it on me."

It didn't take an Einstein to know what he meant.

"That isn't going to happen for sometime Little Lover, I would hurt you if
I penetrated you , and that is the last thing I want to do."

His eyes shot open and he gasped out, "But you are going to fuck me aren't
you?"

"No Baby, at least, not yet."

"But one day, promise me one day."

"We'll see. I love you so much and I know if I do that to you it will give
me more pleasure than any love making I've ever been involved in, but not
yet."

He appeared to settle for that so I came up on one elbow and started using
my other hand and my lips to show him how good lovemaking could be. He was
so keen to play with me that as I got lower on his body I swivelled round
so that we were 69ing quite quickly. I don't think he was very worried
about what I was doing to him, he was totally absorbed in what he was doing
to me. Fourteen years old with no experience, well not to my knowledge, and
the boy drove me crazy. He explored everywhere with his fingers and
tongue. He wasn't at all reticent in moving my legs so that he could get at
my anus. He worked wonders on my perineum and sucked my balls into his
mouth for a good swabbing, frequently. When I started rimming him he
stopped everything and just lay there panting and watching me. I spread his
cheeks as wide as I could and tried to tongue fuck him, but he was way too
tight for that to succeed, but he patently delighted in the feel of my
tongue stabbing at his pretty little pucker and licking it. I stroked and
kissed, licked and stabbed all round his butt for ages until he overloaded
and came at the same time as he passed out. The orgasm was very intense and
it was some time before he came to. He looked round in wonder before fixing
his eyes on me. Then he burst into tears, threw himself into my arms and
told me how incredible it was, and that he would love me forever. I thought
I could live with that. I held him tight, stroking him and telling him how
much pleasure he had brought me, how wonderful I thought he was and how
lucky I was to have such an incredibly beautiful lover. Then he slept. I
slid out from under him very gently and went into the bathroom. It took me
about half a minute to cum. I had to, I was so hard it hurt. I used a warm
wash cloth to clean us both up and then rejoined him.

I hated to wake him, but after a couple of hours I thought I needed to send
him home. I was quite taken back by the look in his eyes as he rejoined my
world. They just oozed love.

"I love you Cain, I think I've always loved you, but now it is special."

He was right. It was special. This boy had brought me so much pleasure,
just watching him orgasm and knowing I had given him such an incredibly
intense orgasm made my heart sing.

"I have to send you home now Little Lover or we'll both be in trouble."

He nodded, "We can do this again can't we?"

I smiled, "I think I would find it very difficult not to. Our secret
though, alright?"

"Oh yes Cain, I don't think my parents would appreciate knowing what we've
done."

He was grinning, and I guess I was as well.

I watched him cycle off down the road and wondered at the pure joy he had
brought to my bed.

At fourteen years old, and with a very independent elder brother, Roley's
parents let him have a pretty free rein. His orders were, home by dark or a
phone call to tell them where he was. On school nights, no socialising
until homework assignments were complete and then a 2100 curfew, 2200
Friday and Saturday. I could understand the rules and I made it clear to
Roley what the reasons were behind them, so no rebellion and happy
parents. The routine very quickly got sorted so that we were able to have a
couple of hours almost every day for a private session.

My love for this little wunderkind just kept growing. It must have been
reciprocated because he was one of the happiest children I had ever met. He
really excelled in sailing and he told me it was because he wanted me to be
proud of him. I even managed to get him racing and that shocked Sean, and a
few others of my racing crowd. He aced them all. He was so happy with my
praise of his ability that he just went on and on improving. His ability
then caused a problem. Parents became interested in taking his ability
further than I could. It started with him coming third in the National
Championships. They wanted him to have a first class coach.

"Cain, we think you have done a wonderful job with both our boys, but now
we think Roley needs to move up a gear if he is going to realise his full
potential."

I couldn't disagree, I was an amateur enthusiast, not up to training
possible Olympic contenders.

"I agree John, but you will have to tread very carefully with him. We have
bonded so well that it is his desire to please me that has brought him on
so much. If you remove him from my control I don't know whether he will
continue to perform for you."

Well, that didn't go down too well. The look I got was withering, along
with the comment.

"We really appreciate what you've done for both of our boys, but I think
you are rating yourself a little high."

He turned and left, taking both boys with him. Roley looked quite concerned
as he turned to look at me. I just shrugged.

A very desperate boy was round my house as soon as he could get clear of
his dad.

"Cain, daddy wants me to train with a professional coach. I won't be able
to sail with you. I can't, I don't want anyone else to teach me."

That came out in a gush before he threw himself into my arms and cried his
eyes out. Through his sobs I could pick up his, "I love you so much, please
don't let him take me away from you."

What could I do? He was not quite fifteen. We had been having sex for about
six months, but still not anal. It didn't matter, he loved me so much that
just lying in bed together was sometimes enough for him. I tried to explain
that to realise his true potential he needed a more professional coach.

"But you don't understand. I don't want to be a champion Cain, I only race
and win for you. If it's not for you I don't want to do it. I want to be
financier like you, and maybe as I get older, do what you do with us boys."

I guess every successful father in the world wants from his son what Roley
wanted with me, only I wasn't his father.

We lay and cuddled for a couple of hours while I tried to convince him to
go the route his father wanted. Success rate, zero. He went home even more
determined not to perform away from me. No Roley at sailing for the next
few weeks. Sean came and told me that Roley was with a professional
coach. I nodded my understanding, but I knew we had a serious problem
because I didn't see Roley at all during that period. Again it was Sean
that told me his father had grounded Roley until he stopped being
obstructive. Two months and I was climbing the wall. I missed my little
lover so much and could do nothing about it. The crunch came when Sean told
me one day that Roley was in hospital, he had broken down completely. No
explanation as to why. I needed to know so I went home with him that day
and confronted John.

"I've heard Roley is in hospital John, what's it all about?"

"It's all your bloody fault, you've brainwashed him. He won't do anything
without you. He can't realise his potential with you and I keep telling him
that but he insists he won't sail without you to help him. I will be obeyed
by my sons."

"I see, so you're quite happy to destroy the most wonderful boy in the
world, rather than let him continue his sailing with me?"

"Don't be so melodramatic. He'll come out of this mess as soon as he
realises I am going to be obeyed."

"If he doesn't John, I promise you I will destroy you physically and
mentally. I love your boy more than I would if he were mine and I know what
you are doing is killing him."

I stormed out then and wondered what I could possibly do to help my little
lover.

The next development was no Sean to teach either, he did phone to tell me.

"I'm sorry Cain, daddy has dug his heels in over Roley and forbidden me to
see you. I'm going to obey for a few weeks while I sort out some other
accommodation and then I'm going to leave home and come back to sailing."

I couldn't believe this stupid man was prepared to lose both his sons
rather than let them continue the healthy and fulfilling life style that
they had done for years.

Sean left home, came back to sailing with me and told me Roley had gone
into a mental institute in a semi vegetative state. I was shattered. I
wanted to die as well, I couldn't do anything. I consulted the best lawyer
I knew and he told me I could do absolutely nothing. Final card in my hand
was Ann, Roley's mother, she was a timid little thing who I couldn't
imagine going against her husband, but I had to try. I waited until John
had gone to work one morning and then called round.

"Good morning Ann, I wonder if I might come in and have a word?"

She looked hunted, "John will be so angry if he knows I let you into the
house. Can I come to your home in a little while?"

"Yes, please do. This is so important for Roley."

She nodded, because she knew. I found out she had stood by in horror
watching her husband destroy her happiest son. She told me soon after
arriving at my house.

"I know Roley loves you. He screamed it at his father one day. He said, `I
love Cain, and I'll do anything for him, but I don't want to race for
anyone else.' Those were the last words he spoke before being committed and
still his father won't bend. The doctors believe he will go into a coma
shortly but still John won't bend."

"It would appear to me then Ann, that if you want to save your son you will
let me see him, probably on a regular basis."

She nodded, I think she knew. She had now lost both her sons and as any
mother would do she was grieving for them. All of a sudden this overbearing
husband was to be confronted.

"If you are free for the remainder of the day Cain would you come to the
hospital with me?"

Huh, we were in Roley's room before her feet touched the ground almost. She
had told the psychiatrist at the institute her story. The man looked me up
and down before taking me into his office.

"This will be strictly between you and me Mr. Western. Are you and Roley
closer than just sailing instructor and student?"

"Yes."

"Are you close enough for your actions with this boy to be illegal?"

"Yes."

"And in your opinion this boy's love for you is the cause of his problem?"

"Yes, Roley has loved me since he was twelve. I knew it and tried to keep
it in check. When he was fourteen something happened and it became
sexual. His love for me just appears to keep growing, as does mine for
him. He was never a competitive sailor until he realised he could please me
even more by racing and winning. He became so good that his father took him
away from me to be coached professionally. He is too pigheaded to realise,
or try to understand either of his sons. Sean has left home and the way
things are going Roley will leave this world. I love this boy more than
anyone else in the world doc, I'll do anything to get him well again."

"Alright, this is what I'm going to propose. His mother will sign a consent
form for you to visit for the next week. We are quite safe as far as the
father is concerned, he never visits. If I can see improvements in that
week I will get an injunction forbidding the father from coming near the
boy and a signed consent from the mother giving you unbridled access. If
the boy recovers completely you and the mother will have to sort the father
out in court. Beware Mr. Western, if it comes out that you have sexual
knowledge with this boy, both you and the mother are likely to be in
trouble and your trouble will definitely mean prison."

I knew, and I didn't care as long as Roley was ok.

I was with Roley for hours every day for the next week. I told him we were
going to be alright now and he would sail with me again. I told him how
much I loved him. How much I would always love him. I told him all the
things we were going to do together. I kept my fingers crossed that this
would actually be true. It worked, he rejoined my world slowly, by the end
of the week he was fully conscious and would hold my hand fiercely all the
time he was awake. Another bed was put into his room and I slept there as
well. Meals were taken together as his strength returned. His mother came
every day and stayed for a couple of hours. I started leaving with her to
have a talk, telling Roley I would be back very shortly.

"Ann, we have to do something legal to keep me in contact with Roley and
keep John away."

She nodded, "I've talked to a family's lawyer, he is going to see if we can
give temporary custody of Roley to you. With my consent he thinks that will
work, and then he will have an injunction served on John forbidding him
from coming within a mile of him."



The two lovers get some freedom in part 3