Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2001 18:20:48 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The private part of a Gardener     part 6

This is a story from my imagination. It is pure fiction. It contains the
story about a man who loves boys. There are sexual sections so do check
that your country allows this type of story.

I have the copyright so if you wish to use this or any other of my stories
then please ask. Fee paying site will be refused

The proofreaders say that this being my second story so many years ago
should stay almost as I first wrote it. I am dyslexic so the computer does
most of my work.

I am in hospital at present undergoing the dreaded Chemotherapy as I
recently learned that I have cancer. Between the vomiting and sleeping I
get my laptop to earn its money.

Thanks for all the best wishes and cards. I appreciate all email as well



		      The Private part of a Gardener.


				  Part 6


The next morning I was up preparing breakfast listening to the boys being
their noisy selves in the bath/pool. It was the first day so had no plan
that is until I saw the sun was out. I sent Worcester out to get a few
things and stayed with the boys while they ate. Tom and Tim the twins had a
healthy appetite, Clifford and Robert were going to be scientific when they
grew up, I could tell. They had boiled eggs. Now quite a lot would use the
knife to slice the top off them and ram the soldiers into it causing the
insides to flow over the shell and eggcup until a puddle of the combination
of white and yolk could be seen. At the end a finger was used to get the
remains. Clifford and Robert were different. They surgically removed the
top. With a spoon gathered the white from the top. Next, they shaped each
soldier into a point and as if a scalpel gently stuck in the bread. The
white and yellow combined until the mixture was easily covered over the
bread. Gentle chewing took place until not one piece was left. It was
amazing. Pierce and Billy just went right for the eggs and in my opinion if
the shell had been edible the whole thing would have disappeared in one
go. I never had time to eat but the coffee was something special today.

Worcester returned. He had brought some rambler suits. These are one piece
suits from toe to a hood. After clearing up I gave each boy a suit and got
my own from the cupboard. Being new they had trouble getting into them but
after 30 mins we were all ready. I asked that they brought boots. With
boots on I told them that we were all going to get some conkers.

Right for those who do not know about conkers. They grow on Horse Chestnut
trees. On the branches large round spiky objects the size of tennis balls
grow if you are lucky. When they are broken open there is a nut. This nut
is very poisonous and only good for one thing. CONKERS.  I had an enormous
Horse Chestnut tree in the Garden that dropped conkers at this time of
year. The best were always kept on the tree so a ball thrown up to dislodge
them was a good way to get them down. I showed the boys some that had
fallen. Almost oval. Dark brown with a hardened base. I threw a ball up to
get the big ones and the boys were far more interested in those. I turned
around to place the conker in a bucket and half the boys were up the tree.
Tom, Tim and Robert were just like Monkeys. Fast and furious they flew from
branch to branch. I have been thinking. Flew is the wrong word hopped would
be a better description. In a shower the spiky shells started to hit us on
the head. "Hoods up!" I shouted. It was as if giant hailstones had started
to fall. After 20 minutes in the tree we had filled the bucket. Shells open
and some splendid conkers were in the end bucket.

I took the boys through the Garden to a large shed and prepared to get them
ready. Now for those of you who have played conkers before, this next part
is the explanation for those who have not.

I used a fine drill to get a hole right through the conker. A brand new,
not used, lace from a boot was inserted through the hole. Lace knotted. So
there you had all 6 boys with a conker on a string. The idea of the game
was to hold the conker up as high as the lace was in length then try to hit
your opponents conker getting it to break or crack. People do cheat. The
first is to bake the conker hard, That's bad show, leave to soak in vinegar
for 2 days, also bad show and finally bake then soak in vinegar, very, very
bad show. I had a sixty-nine. Well I did cheat. I was young. The more
conkers you broke the better your conker was. If you broke 6 you had a
sixes. But if a severer broke your sixes then you had a thirteen. Okay so
its complicated but I hope you followed.

We had a fire going to get rid of the garden rubbish and cooked jacket
potatoes while the boys played. A few arguments but being the judge my
ruling was final. It was late afternoon before the final battle took
place. Robert's conker had broken 22 others and Tim's had killed 20. It was
like the Gunfight at the OK Coral. I could imagine the music that always
brought down the baddies. 7 Swings alternatively and it was all over.
Robert was the champion. He had a respective Forty twofer, that's what they
called theses. I took the conker and they watched as I covered it in Resin
then wrote champion in white letters. When dry it had a new lace and I had
a cardboard box that had contained a small tin of paint. I bedded it with
cotton wool and presented it to the overall winner. I did not believe that
it had taken the whole day and not a single penny to keep them all happy,

When we got back in over a hot drink the boys told me all about themselves.
It was almost identical to the files the Headmaster had sent but one thing
was missing. Robert was almost the same age as Clifford his brother. Easily
explained. Robert was adopted. I made, well heated some hotdogs and the
rolls were brought that afternoon by Worcester. Fried onions, tomato
ketchup, what a feast. I had decide to read some more of Pelham hall. The
clothes they had been wearing were all placed in the machine/dryer to be
cleaned over night. The conversation in the spa was about how they only
just lost to Robert. The garden had made them very dirty so it took two
goes to get them clean. All the boys had relaxed around me now. I had
forgot to mention that the book Pelham hall was about a private school on
the coast that was haunted. I wont tell you what happens but if you have
seen any old black and white Will Hay movies you will get the answer.

The night before the book Sandal had been looked at by Clifford but never
returned. I asked him about it but he said he had looked at it but never
took it.

Now, Pelham hall. "The ghostly sounds got closer to the boys dormitory.
Spit the tough guy was ready to fight what was going to come through the
door. A penetrating scream was heard. Spit ran. Vaulting three beds till he
fell on Brian who was peeping out to see what was going to happen. Suddenly
the door opened, all the boys, 22 of them looked." That's it guys its 10pm
so bed for tonight. "Oh please tell us who came through the door?" said
pierce. "It was I..."

As the boys ran I did say, "Hang on would the person who borrowed a book
let me know who he is because it is a first edition and quite valuable. I
got the boys to bed and was I a happy bunny. (Happy Bunny; A person who
could not be sad about anything.) I managed a hug and kiss from them all. I
went to get a drink. I made sure all was fine and Pierce and Billy were
asleep together. Tim was asleep while Tom had joined Clifford for the
evening. Robert was almost gone. I tucked them all in and they never
noticed that I saw them together. If they did they did not care which was
fine by me.

At about 11pm I heard a shuffling. Through the lamp I saw Robert. He was
coming to me with the book that had gone missing. "Sorry." I told him that
it was all right and if he liked to read all he had to do was ask. "I am
missing home." I quickly made a hot drink for him. I asked what he missed
most of all. "You won't tell anyone will you?" I expected Robert to be a
Mummy's boy and it was about to all come out. After a nod and a kiss on the
head we sat in the Library that I knew to be the most private. "Today
brought it all back to me. We had a gardener who we helped all the time.
One day while I was with him he took me to the forest. I saw deer's, elk
and all sorts of things. He made a fire, just like the one you did. He took
me to sit down and he touched me. I felt him take my trousers down and my
thermals. His hand was cold but after that he did it all the time. Clifford
came one day and nothing happened. He was so kind to me. One day we stayed
at his shack without father's permission. He came and saw us together. He
said that we would never speak about this again. The gardener left and that
was it. He sent us to school here because he could not afford a scandal
being in the army. Clifford does not know but the Headmaster does. He makes
me sleep alone. The other boys get to go with each other but I have nobody
that was until I got to know Billy. He told me that one day things would be
good again."

I looked at this boy sitting where he had been some 2 hours ago. He was
distressed.  I never looked at him in the face but I gathered my senses
together and started to get a mental picture. He like his brother had blond
hair. More golden than pure blond. He was about 4 feet 6 inches tall. Had
small feet. His clothing he had on fitted well. He had a sweatshirt in
white and black boxers just like his brother, all buttons and very little
material. He had a happy smile now after talking. He had braces on his
teeth that he took out as he went to bed. Piercing Green eyes and long eye
lashes.

"Robert would you like to sleep with me tonight?" It was a while before he
stood and came to me. "Would you do that for me?" I took his cup and placed
it on a coaster on a coffee table. "Well I am a gardener so I will not
mind, but its up to you." Robert sat with me for a while. We hugged softly
while I managed to stroke his back under the sweatshirt. I did not mean to
act so quickly but as he seemed to enjoy his back being stroked so I took a
chance and found the top button on his boxers. I opened the waistband and
Robert looked at me. "Shall I stop now or shall we go to bed? It is getting
late." Robert stood I could see the open waistband had allowed the shorts
to slip gently down. "Lets go to bed." I showed him the way in and did a
double check on the others hoping they were all asleep. They were. I sighed
and went to my room. Shirt removed Robert laid there waiting for me. I
closed the door and walked towards him. Robert quickly stood facing me. He
watched as one by one I opened the buttons. I looked into his eyes as the
shorts fell. He was not like Clifford. He had a full skin that was thick
but not overly large. As I lay down Robert pulled on my boxers until after
a struggle he managed to remove them. We both were in each other's arms
feeling the same wants and desires. I could feel the growing hairs all over
his body but the look showed nothing I was touching. Robert took the next
step by being the first boy I had known to openly engulf my penis with his
lips before I had made any other move to him. His lips and tongue were
taking all my feelings to its peak. Robert sipped around until I had his
penis in sight. My first 69 with a boy. No groans just the superb suction
we both I believe needed. I was caught by surprise when because of what I
had in my mouth I was unable to warn him I was about to cum. Strange though
was that we both cum together. Robert thrust into my mouth hard as I let
the floodgates open. He swallowed again and again never loosing a drop. I
did get something. If it was at the beginning or the end he gave me some
fluid that I was so grateful for. It was Robert who said thank you. I
started to cover him with kisses hoping he would understand that I was
saying the same. He was still hard so I rubbed knowing that if it caused
him pain he would say. Robert stiffened and rolled on his back. 2 fine
jets, white and powerful came from his penis. He did not want to stop. He
shuddered again and a drop more rolled out of his hole flowing over my
fingers until he stopped. Mad? I do not know but I cleaned him up, not with
a cloth but the part of me that wanted more of the nectar of youth. I held
him all night. Every now and again I gave slight pressure and he was ready
to cum again. I will be honest to say that the one thing I regretted that
night was finding out if his gardener fucked him. I was not prepared to
deflower him if his garden had not been touched before. At 6am the young
Robert woke me with an early morning orgasm. That I have never forgotten.
The only thing we never did was to get down to some serious kissing. Robert
wanted sex and that's just what he got. When I did wake again at 8am I
slipped on his boxers doing up each button that the night before I had
undone. I got mine on just as Billy and Clifford came in. Both were naked.
Billy winked at me while Clifford woke his brother to get washed for
breakfast.

Over the next few days I got to know the boys very well. The twins Tom and
Tim did spend a night with me. Nothing happened because it was their last
night so we had a party and all went to bed where we fell asleep. I enjoyed
dressing them for school and sending them off. I had a thank you from each
boy. Robert gave me special thanks while I had a letter of a French poem
from Pierce. Tom and Tim left a picture they had done while Clifford just
said thanks for looking after me then my brother. That night I cannot
remember going to bed so early before. But Billy and I had sex like it was
never to happen again. We did it all and it was at that moment that I
realised that no one could take his place. We had a great time getting
things back to normal. The house became so quiet that I let Billy take a
tape recorder in for the boys to send messages to me. All but 2 were pure
disgusting but it brought back the memories of when they stayed.

It was early December and I had a visit from the headmaster. He had a
problem that he hoped I could help him with. When I was at the school my
best friend was a boy from Italy. His father was big in the motor
trade. Well he had 2 sons now at the school. He had become a diplomat and
was going to be away at Christmas and the New Year. The school would be
having there celebrations then after the boys left only an old master and
his wife would be there. My friend could not have his children home at
Christmas due to political problems with other countries so a Christmas
meeting had been hastily arranged. "We have been asked to make
arrangements. Tipo is the same age as Billy; in fact he is in his class.
Miro is almost 14 and I was wondering if. I knew what it was like to be
alone at school. "Of course Sir they can come here for Christmas." He
explained that some money had been placed in a package with a gift or 2 for
each boy. He had them with him. I had to smile. He was clear in his mind
that the boys would be allowed.

I told Billy and we made up 2 invitations for the boys to spend Christmas
with us. I worked flat out upsetting Billy by getting home late on a few
nights. I did get the time to spend Christmas though. Worcester got a great
tree and it filled the corner of the room. I did have a tree but used
lights outside on it. The day the boys arrived the drive was lit up It was
like a grotto. I gave Worcester a bonus. Instead of money I got him some
tickets to take his wife to Scotland for Hogmanay. That's the Scottish
Christmas. As the boys entered the house it was as though in unison that
three thuds were heard, that being their bags.

I sat in a big chair. That was my treat for Christmas. I must have looked
like the lord of a manor. Billy came across giving me the welcome home
hug. The taller of the two boys came across. "Hello sir, thank you for
opening your house to me for the festival." I told Miro that he was more
than welcome. I then felt so silly. " My name it Tipo this is my older
brother Miro". So I had to get this right. Tipo was 12 but the tallest and
Miro was almost 14 and the shortest. I shook hands then guided them with
Billy to show them where they could stay. I was given a letter from my
friend.

"Happy Holiday Maurice, Nico here I am grateful for your help and have told
the sons that we were the best of friends. I have told them all the things
we used to get up to. My wife and I will be coming to the school in the
middle of January so will pay our thanks then. This is my number in case of
an emergency but I expect you can deal with most things. Enclosed is a
cheque for $250 to cover out of pocket expenses. They have money and a gift
for Christmas day and there is one for your son as well.  Ciao

Get ready for this; I made spaghetti and meatballs that night. Flash, don't
you agree? The school clothes went with Billy's to be dry-cleaned and to be
delivered, as Worcester would be away. I had spent a few days getting gifts
and managed after a few enquiries with the headmaster some extras for the
guests. We all spent time up to Christmas getting the hamper, meat and
drink, alcohol, mainly for me. Being that the boys would be hear for 10
days I asked them for a list of the clothing they brought so that nothing
was lost. Several shirts, trousers, jumpers, sock. Briefs and two coats.
Finally some shorts in case they went to the pool. I laughed.  "Tipo, Miro
we have our own pool." Billy called them and he just stripped and jumped
in. Tipo had no worries and joined his friend while Miro just sat and
watched. "Miro being older I do understand. I will get them out in a while
and you can have it all to yourself." Miro followed me." I am sorry but I
was waiting to see if you were going to swim. I do not wear anything at
home but did not want to embarrass you." Being smaller than Billy I lifted
Miro up and took him to the pool. "Tipo help me". With a rush from the
taller I tugged at the shirt while he tugged the trousers. Miro was now
part of us. All three were a fine looking group of boys. Billy was growing
at speed and he had started to sprout hairs all over. Tipo was taller but
far less developed. Miro was a boy almost 14 who looked about 11.

I read a book that evening called the winters Story. It's a pretty sloppy
thing but I read it often but mainly behind closed doors, why? Well is a
Childs book but very sentimental. It was a simple book about a lost dog
that went in search of his family through the snow. He almost died; I am
welling up telling you about it. Well it has a happy ending when a Blind
boy finds him on Christmas day. The touch brings out all his love. Excuse
me I need tissue.

That's better. Well I was reading with both Billy and Tipo looking on as I
did. Miro was the one who I saw. A tear dropped slowly from an eye as I
told of the dog's problems. As I continued Tipo looked at Miro. "Don't
worry we will see hank soon." I stopped reading. "Who is Hank?" Tipo told
me it was their dog and they had not seen him in almost a year. I remember
that feeling. I had a dog that my father looked after. I was away at school
and he got run over. I know that now .he told me that my dog had run
away. You may have noticed that I never called him by name. Ill needs a box
of tissues if I did. My father lied for the first and only time I ever
knew. He ran the dog over you sees and could not ever tell me until I read
his final effects and his will. The dog was buried in the greenhouse and it
just got bigger and bigger. The greenhouse is a shrine to Paragon. The
German Shepard who died before his time.

I had an idea. "Billy get that big book for me please. Its on the bottom
shelf and in the box." It was a book that contained the portraits of every
dog known. It was a Breeders book of Breeds. As we all looked through there
was a sudden shout. "Hank, its Hank." There was a Great Dane standing tall.
I saw a smile start to form. I had an old copy machine so did my best to do
a copy. It came out very well. Right boys get ready for bed and I will make
a hot drink. I told Miro that being older than the rest he could stay up
later. With their drinks I gave Miro the picture I copied. It was as if I
had given him the world. He put it straight next to his bed then came back
for his drink thanking me over and over again.


I mentioned that Billy was getting bigger. Well the briefs and boxers were
far too small because they left marks around his waist when he took them
off. Tipo and Miro had these three quarter length dressing gowns that just
came half way down their thighs. Very smart indeed. I gathered Billy and
Tipo off to bed. I was not sure that it was normal but Billy was always
nude in bed even his own. Tipo saw this and did the same. I gave Billy a
Hug then did the same to Tipo. I left them to sleep.

Miro was in my new chair hold a glass of brandy. His hands held the balloon
to keep the brandy warm. He stood up. As I sat he passed me the glass. He
did a good job. "Papa told us about when you and he were at school. He said
you were the bestest of friends. If ever you had a secret you would share
it with each other and no one else." I told him that was true. "Some days I
wish I could talk to him, but it's a long time since I see him." I gave him
the chance to talk with me if it would help. "Do you think Papa will be
angry if I never get married?" I smiled. I told Miro that his father and I
said we would never get married right up till we left school. "I told Mama
when I last saw her and why. She told me to tell Papa after I had left
school because of his work." I was a bit confused but understood just how
important his father work was to him. "They do say all over the world that
Mothers know best so trust in what she has said."  I did not have to wait
for very long before the announcement that changed my thoughts
completely. "Maurice I am Omosessuale."

"Milo is you saying that you like boys and men?

That the next story


Part 7 of The Private Part of a Gardener to follow

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