Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 04:11:37 EDT
From: Andichan@aol.com
Subject: Life starts with love. Part 2.

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Ryan was totally 'played out' by ten o'clock. I ushered him into a warm
bath, leaving him to undress himself and get into the water. He was that
tired that I did go and check on him just in case he slipped under the
bubbles in his shattered state.

As it was he was fine. Probably the warm soapy water had given him a second
lease of life. He had cleaned most of himself but his face was still messy.

"Hey mate! Let me give your face a bit of a clean! Done a good job on the
rest of you though!"

"Umm! It's nice! Lovely and warm!"

"C'mon then, let's sort out your mucky mush and then see what else we need
to do!

K?"

"K, Pete!"

Shit, he's opening up to me!

A Face gently cleaned and a not so willing hair wash, Ryan was CLEAN!!

A picture of boy beauty as well.

I've never seen my self as a boy lover. Not ever. Ryan stood in front of
me, totally wrapped in a large bath towel. Nothing showing lower than his
shoulders and above his ankles but he was so fucking lovely!

His hair shone! He smelt, even from a distance, so clean and so wonderful.

I swallowed hard.

"Let's get your hair dry matey and get you something to eat. Oh you smell
so much better for that!"

"Feel better too Pete. What are we going to eat?"

"Suppose you want pizza or stuff like that don't you? A burger or what! You
call!

Ok?"

Cheeky little shit! He looked up into my eyes and said," I want a sausage
sandwich!"

I tried not to give in to the obvious 'double entantre' but proceeded to
provide the feast as ordered.

Ryan eat like he'd been on a diet for a life time.

Well he was clean and happy, if only that could last.

We finished off the evening watching a couple of silly cartoons. By the
time they were over, Ryan was three parts asleep.I picked him up and
carried him into the spare room directly opposite mine, unwrapped the towel
from around him and placed him gently on the bed. Little naked lad looking
so at peace and so damn beautiful!

Covering him up with the douvet, I gave him a small kiss on his forehead,
turned off the light and left the room, pulling the door ajar so as to let
a little light in should he wake.

I woke with a start. Three am. Christ they get later and later. Bloody
women! Then I heard a very sharp banging on the door. She must have lost
her keys! Oh bloody hell! I slipped a pair of boxers and opened the front
door. I was just about to give them a mouth full but saw instead of two
drugged up drunken women I was confronted by two police officers.

"Mr Morrell?"

"Yes I'm Peter Morrell. What can I do for you?  "I wondered if we might
come inside. It's um very difficult to do this on the door step"

"Oh yeah sure, come on in. My manners have gone, still half asleep."

The older of the two policemen gave a weak grin. "We couldn't leave this
until the morning Mr Morrell, you see there has been an accident, a road
traffic accident. A car went across the carriageway on the A4224 and hit a
bridge support. Mr Morrell, one of the two occupants of the car has been
identified as your wife and I'm so desperatly sorry to have to tell you but
she was pronounced dead at the scene."

I felt completely numb. Not emotional, just numb.

"Oh my God! It might sound like I have no feelings but if you want the
honest truth, that was an accident waiting to happen. Were there any other
vehicles involved?  "No sir, only the one"

"Let's be thankful for that at least."

"Can you explain your statement, 'an accident waiting to happen?' Look you
don't have to right now, later if you wish?"

"No. Now's fine. Come through and I'll put some coffee on the go."

Sitting around the kitchen table, I explained everything. The reasons for
our domestic problems, her drinking, hooking up with Lyn and more recently,
her smoking dope.

"She may well have been using other stuff, I just don't know but her mood
swings and her general behavour, you know?"

"Thanyou Mr Morrell. We really appreciate your honesty. We will want you to
make a statement but that can wait until tomorrow. Obviously there will
have to be a post mortem and that will show up alcohol and any other
substances that your wife may have been using. How are you feeling?"

"A lot better for talking about it actually. It has been kept from familly
and friends for obvious reasons so I can thank you for that!"

"We haven't as yet been able to get a possitive I.D. on the other person in
the car although that was registered to a Lynda Parish. We've been to the
house provided by the Driver and Vehicle Licencing Authority but couldn't
get a reply. Do you happen to know her address off the top of your head?"

"Oh yes. I know it! 14 Park Street."

"Hmm. That's where we went. Can you give us a brief description of her?"

"Yeah. Where to start! Well, she's slim, my guess about a size 10. I know
this 'cos she and my wife used to swap clothes and Chris was size 10. Blond
hair, probably dyed that colour, worn a little longer than shoulder length,
green eyes. Quite attractive in a slutty kind of way as were her choice of
outfits. Slutty I mean. Any help?"

"Sounds pretty close to me. Any familly or dependants that you know of?
"No husband or partner, full time I mean. She was a tart of the first
order. Taken more pricks than a second hand dart board that one. Shit! I
almost forgot! Her son. Ryan. I'm child minding him tonight, he's asleep in
one of the guest rooms. Do you want me to wake him or you go see him?"

"Oh no. I can't cope with telling kids! Sorry Mr Morrell. I can send a WPC
around tomorrow if you want?"

"That's fine. I understand but He'll be ok with me telling him, - shared
grief and all that.

If I have a problem, do you have a number I can call?"

"Sure. Here's my card. We're working nights this week but the lass on the
switchboard will direct you through to someone who can help. I'll leave a
warning on the day list so she'll understand what it's all about. You ok
with that, 'cos the normal procedure is to get social services involved in
situations like these?"

"Fuck me, don't do that! He's a fragile little lad what with his crap home
life. Think what would happen if a couple of strangers walked in and, great
at their job as I'm sure that they are, taking a sleepy little boy away
into strange surroundings in the middle of the night?"

The police officer laughed! "I was fully expecting that comment! I would
have said exactly the same thing if I was in your possition! I had to ask
though, you understand, we have procedures we have to follow."

"You want to help me finish that coffee?"

"Oh go on then. We've had rather a bad night. Oh shit! I'm sorry! Not
anything like as bad as yours!

"Don't worry about it. I'll grieve in my own time but it's like she'd been
dead for years."

We sat around chatting for the next hour or so. I was feeling so much
better for the company of concerned but detached individuals.

"Mind me asking but what are your names, I can't go on calling you
'officer'?"

"No problem! This is Paul, Paul Temple and he's a rooky cop on secondment
to us for two months."

Paul Temple flushed visibly!

"Hey Paul. Don't get uptight about it! We've all had to learn our
professions from the ground up, all of us!"

"Im, wait for it, Joshua Roseblik. Jew of this parish."

"No kidding! No really. I have a very good client with the same familly
name. Bernard Roseblik!

any connection?"

"No not really. He's my father!"

"Well fucking hell. It's a small world! I do all the design work for his
property developments.

Interior structural alterations on listed buildings and such mostly! Give
him a big hug from me next you see him!"

"Yup that's him, always the hug as a greeting! Youv'e got the man! I'll
pass it on! We've got to go.

Thanks for making the worst part of our job so much easier."

"Look. Thanks to you two as well. Paul, rooky status doesn't last long
enough and if i'm honest, none of us ever stop learning ever. There's
always someone who knows better than you and if you're lucky enough to get
his ear, listen to him!"

We shook hands.

"Not to worry Mr Morrell, I'll look after him!"

Shaking hands again, I said, "Less of the Mr bit now Joshua, Paul. Please
call me Peter or Pete, I feel more comfey with that.

"Noted! Our best wishes and preyers are with you. Call any time. Good night
Pete."

I closed the door and wandered back into the kitchen. Wide awake, it could
have been eight in the morning. four- thirty. Shit! Not a heavy drinker by
anybody's standards but by God I needed one now!

I dunked probably a third of a bottle of Gin + tonic before I started to
think about going back to bed.

It was cold in there so I put the heated blanket on 'my' side up to
maximum. Cleaned my teeth and snuggled up under the covers.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep I heard a movement in the room.

"Pete? What was the noise? People talking and stuff. Where's mummy and
Chris?"

"Just a couple of old friends of mine. Sorry."

I thought quickly. No way can I tell him tonight. Got to be tomorrow.

"Go back to bed. Mummy isn't going to be back tonight so you can get a good
sleep here and we'll see what goes down tomorrow. K?"

"Ok. -- I'm cold now?"

"Well get back under the covers and you'll sooon get warm!"

"Can't I sleep with you tonight? I'm a bit scared!"

"Nothing to be afraid of here with me, honest mate! Why don't you go back
to your room?  "I want to sleep in your bed!"

Emphatic or what!

Ryan was as I left him. Naked. I wasn't any different. Always sleeping in
the buff even during the coldest seasons. He was shaking with the cold.

"Go on! Get in! Just this once, ok?"

"Ummm, ok"

Ryan slipped under the covers but not on the heated side. He was still cold
and shivvering.

"Come over this side. You'll get warm quicker and then we can both sleep."

To my shock, Ryal turned over and without hesitation cuddled up to me,
seemingly not bothered by our mutual nakedness.

Within moments he was sound asleep and I wasn't slow following.

A long and bad night. and worse to go through tomorrow.

I woke at about five o'clock. My mind had obviously been on overdrive
during my sleep but still I felt so very tired.

Needing a leak, I went to the bathroom and then headed back to bed.

In my tired state, I'd forgotten all about Ryan being in my bed as he'd
turned over and had been totally unconnected with me when I had awoken.

I crept back into bed and lay there for a few minuets before turning over
away from him, rather hoping he would remain asleep. Nasty day comming up.

Not to be.

Ryan turned and cuddled tight to me and I felt his little hand on my lower
tummy sending me hard as a rock!

SHITTTT! What can I do! This kid is getting me hard!

"Hmmm, Pete! You feel so nice!"

"I - I feel --umm --whhhat!

"Nice! I would love to live here all the time!"

"Ryan! Well we'd have to talk in the morning. I'm not sure we should be in
the same bed any more. You know?  "No I don't know? You feel all cuddly
nice and warm and I want to stay here with you especially as my mum is
dead."

That statement hit like a rocket.

"What did you just say?"

"Mum is dead. A car smash. I heard!"

I was humbled. "I thought you were asleep and aside from that, we don't
know for sure?"

"She is though, isn't she. If they were together in the car and both people
are dead, well Mum must be too."

"We'll know more tomorrow. You may be right but I don't know exactly. Just
this once, Ok?  Let's get some rest. Tomorrow is not going to be easy on
either of us. Ok?"

We relaxed, the pair of us, and Ryan was asleep in seconds. I wanted to
toss and turn but his grip on me was too firm.

At seven o'clock the alarm woke me. I was still groggy from the events of
the night but slowly I came to. Ryan was attached to me as if he was a part
of me, clinging on as if his little life depended on it.

Most of all, I was concious of his hard little cock pressing into my bum
cheek, spooning me as he was.

A gentle purring sound. He was still fast asleep and oblivious of what he
was doing. Somehow that made me feel better about it. I was starting to get
turned on myself, a 'piss hard' maybe but for my sins, I knew I was
sexually attracted to him. Shit!! He's only six for Gods sake! Christ I
should be locked up.

I drifted back to sleep, well more of a doze. Ryan was still spooned up to
me but now his hand was wrapped around my cock, gently playing with it!

"Ryan, no. You shouldn't do that! PLEASE!"

"One of my mums friends, Colin i think, made me do it to him. He said it
was nice. Don't you like it?"

"Yes. Oh God I love it but we shouldn't be doing this! You're just a kid
and OHH, I'm an adult. It's wrong. OHHHHH God! That feels so nice!"

"So if it's so nice, how can it be bad?"

More later.

Comments please.

This is actually rather difficult to write.

andichan@aol.com