Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2001 18:24:13 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Private Part of a Gardener    Chapter 7

This is a story from my imagination. It is pure fiction. Being the second
story that I ever wrote my proofreaders said that very little should be
changed.

I have the copyright to this and other stories so if you wish to use this
for any reason please do ask.

The story contains the love that a man gives to the boys he meets. There
are sexual passages so check that your country allows this type of story.

I am dyslexic and have cancer so my hospital stays that are almost each day
for a few hours gives me the chance to write.

Something happened today. I had a mail that was very nice correcting me on
a part of the story. The people and most of the places are not true but
where they have been used they are not necessarily where they are if the
story was true. I was grateful for the chance to explain but think I may
have convinced you I have been smoking the chemotherapy rather than
ingesting it.

Example the boys in the story come from all over. I have taken a home
country but added some places far from it. I think they call that Artistic
Licence. But I am grateful for all the comments. Thank you.




		      The Private Part of a Gardener.

				  Part 7.


I sat looking at Milo. The revelation that he was a Homosexual was some
kind of a shock. It was not a bad thing but it took me a while to gather
the thoughts going round and around my head. I am not saying this as gospel
but not all Boarding schools are the starting point for homosexual
escapades. When I was at school with Milo's father we spent time together
and was told quite clearly that it was commonplace for boys to experiment
with each other. One friend, who must have got at everyone in the school,
including 4 masters if the stories are true, is now married with 4 children
and adores his wife. The children are just like any rumbustious children
getting in and out of trouble every day. Another has his own business,
hairdressing so I don't need to say much more about him. So now look at
me. Stockbroker who likes boys. Far more now than when I was at school, but
if I ever thought I was hurting them in any way I would respond by becoming
the hermit I was for so much of my life. And today I had a boy who was
almost 14 but built like a 10-11 year old telling me he was Gay.

I may have done wrong and I can imagine all the letters if I have, but I
asked Milo why he thought he was gay? With clarification I have to add,
Milo said about the other boys, he was angered by their childish ways. They
were not on his level.  Could this boy be a big head? His greatest joy was
his mother. He loved to be in school plays, dressing up but his biggest
secret was to be the captain of the school Rugby cheering section. He could
not sing but he shouted louder than all the others when the thighs of the
under 16,s squad was in action. Well some people do get infatuated but I
was still not fully convinced that his perceptions were correct.

There was a strange part to everything he told me. As yet he had not formed
a relationship. Friendships were hard for him to find because over the last
few months any boy who had tried to get close to Milo for any reason became
a danger. Milo believed that they just wanted his body not his
friendship. Those were his words. I have just placed them in the correct
order. I had a sorry feeling for him when as if an addition to a simple
conversation, he said, "I am still a virgin but being that I don't know
what I am suppose to do, I think I will be all my life." They did teach
Biology at the school but there was a government order that prevented
homosexuality being taught. If the school did and was caught they could be
prosecuted under that law.  (I am basing this under the Claus 28 Bill)

Milo looked at the floor when he next spoke. "I have almost been caught so
often watching the boys when they shower or take a bath. I frighten myself
but then understand that as the bathroom monitor I am supposes to be
they're to take charge. I have asked to be given other duties, I give the
reason as shyness but I am told that I will soon get over it. I panic if I
see 2 boys together showering because that is not allowed. It does happen
everyone knows so it's easier to turn a blind eye than cause a fuss out of
nothing really"

This boy was in a bad way. I asked him to make us both a drink while I made
a call. His father answered. I was brief and to the point. It seems his
wife had told him about Milo and was unable to talk to him. He had told the
headmaster who said he would keep an eye on him but the biggest point was
that he was going to call me tomorrow with the full story and ask for my
help. "You are alone with a son, we have been friend forever so I was
hoping that you might talk to Milo as you would your son. I will understand
if you say no but." So the ground rules were laid. I thought about Billy
but realised that he would not ask being who he was.

I poured a brandy into my Coffee and a drip into Milo's Chocolate. We both
sat as before. I could talk to a baby, I could talk to the youngsters who
came to collect the fruit, I had even managed to play conkers with 12 year
olds but I felt I was out of my league here. I was puzzled. "Milo why do
you like the boys who play sports?" His face was not blank but in deep
thought. "They don't mind me looking and I do not feel shy with them. After
winning we all hug and jump about. Its wonderful." That sounded fair I
suppose. "That sounds a bit like me you know." It was as if someone had
shouted, Silence, in a large library. Milo looked at me as if I had said
something of interest to him. Second step. "I think you and your brother
look great in your dressing gowns." He looked at himself realising that his
three-quarter-length gown showed his thigh and the skimpiest part of his
briefs. " I like boys and young men but boys are very nice to look at." A
grin. He looked at me eye to eye. "That's just how I feel but its hurting
sometimes." The word hurting was something I would never use being that
looking couldn't hurt anyone. "Its like the Art teacher Mr Grey. He is very
nice but imagine if I were to say that to him I would be laughed at then
kicked out of school. Tipo would get hurt by this as well." Hurt by love. I
thought that happened after you had been knocked back not because you
wanted to say something. I began to get a picture. Milo thought that if he
had feelings about someone he should say no understanding that over 1
Billion people each day say to themselves, "Wow now that is nice." But
under there breathe.

"If I can tell you and your brother that you look great in the gowns you
wear, why cant you say that you like the look of a boy to yourself. Then
when you feel better about it or your age is right say it openly?" I know
that's like asking a child of 4 to spell Czechoslovakia.  Well I did get
some sort of answer. "If I did that it would drive me mad. Then I say it
openly and I get called a strano, finocchio."  I am not up to a great
standard in Italian but I got the idea. "Milo you told me that's what you
are a homosexual so why would it hurt you?" It was as if a great weight had
been lifted from him. "Because then only others like me would talk. I see
no one else like me and I am so alone."

I had to think very hard about this. Milo was crying and the truth had come
out. It was such a shame that he had not got in a shower with another boy
when he was younger. He just felt all alone. I got a tissue and wiped the
droplet from his face. I was going to pinch his nose and say "Blow" but at
his age that maybe to babyish. He took the tissue in his hand then went to
the bin to dispose of it. He came back closing the door scared of his
brother seeing him cry. His gown had opened. Before he sat down I offered
to tie it up. Before I did I opened it slightly further. "Now that is what
I call beautiful." Taking each side of his face in my hands I kissed his
lips. I then tied him up.

"Why did you kiss me?" I said sorry straight away thinking I had hurt his
feelings in some way. "I have never been kissed by a boy or man. My Papa
never does it either. I feel very strange." In for a penny, in for a
pound. I lifted him onto my lap. I spent almost 10 min telling him that it
was all right to be happy whoever he was. If he liked boys then so be
it. If he liked men then that was fine. The one thing he had to do though
first of all was to like himself. I started to remember that my mother had
spoken to me. I was 16. She told me that I had to be who I wanted to be and
not what she and father wanted. "One thing my son. If something does happen
then it would be best not to tell us." That exactly what happened and
because of what she told me I did follow in fathers footsteps even after I
had done things I knew would hurt her after what she had said.

"Can I ask you a question Maurice?" I turned to face him this time. "Why do
you like the way I look?" A few chapters back I said that these types of
questions were like asking the construction diagrams for an atomic bomb, or
something like that. For once I began to feel just as he did. I so wanted
to tell him that a boy who was almost naked sitting on my lap was something
special. So I did. "You know how I feel then don't you?" Now I once again
opened my mouth without thinking and instantly regretted what I
said. "Milo, it could be better, but its special for what it is." Have you
ever been going along a road and an emergency services vehicles want to
pass you? Well that's the noise I could hear. Regret is a powerful word to
someone who had almost gained the confidence of something fearful. "What
would make it better then?"

I love science fiction and there comes every now and again a story that
contains something called "Phase shifting." I do try and work it out but
it's basically when you are in two places in the same moment. I am no
scientist but I felt like this right now. "Tell him."  "Shut up and keep
quiet."  The list is endless.

I whispered, "If you did not wear that gown." Who shouted, "That's
manipulation?" Reason states that it could look that way but I had to be
honest to an honest question. If I had said "Oh don't worry." That would
have looked as if I was covering something up. That's my belief anyway.

Milo opened the gown. I took it over his shoulders until it lay just behind
him upon my lap. "Now that is nice. You are so handsome so why hide it from
the people who care?" Milo was looking like the puppy that was lost in the
snow. "I do not have anyone who wants me for who I am." I was slightly
angry but managed to be firm enough so he understood that I liked him. I
hugged him tight stroking his back then running a finger along the
waistband of his briefs. "Will you kiss me again?" As he looked I did just
as he asked. I held the kiss this time until he broke away. It was not a
vast amount of time but long enough to make him smile. I changed his
position. His legs were either side of me. We kissed for the third time. As
my hands pulled from behind he grasped me around the neck. That kiss was
almost grade 1. I could feel movement inside the briefs. I slipped a hand
inside them and traced a finger across his bottom sliding up the crease
till I could feel the bone at the base of the spine.

"You want me to take my slip off don't you?" I held him tight. "Why do you
say that?"  Milo had opened my trousers and let his hands roam over my
chest. "Because that's what I would have asked if I were you." Who was
running this sexual exhibition? I told Milo to stand up. I got him to hold
his jacket. I quickly fastened my trousers just to make sure that if I
stood up they would not fall down as I went to walk. Taking his hand I told
him it was time for bed. I was sure that he had grown in stature over the
last 2 hours and I believe his own outlook had enhanced his thoughts.

We got to the point where the walkway turns separately into either
bedroom. I wrapped his jacket around his shoulders and bent down to kiss
him goodnight. "You want me to go to bed with you." I looked at him. "Milo
now why do you think that?" His small hand held mine. "Because now you know
how scared I feel when I want to go with someone but are afraid what might
happen." I held him pulling the bedroom door closed in case the boys heard
us talking. "Do you know what might happen if you go to bed with me? Mori
headed for my room. "No but you would never hurt me. I was always told that
love was to be happy." I had just heard my voice in this boy being far more
seductive than I ever could. I closed the door. I undressed slow giving
Mori the chance to change his mind. I was washed and into clean boxers when
I saw him watching me. "Being a monitor again?" He laughed. It was the
first time. I got to the bedroom. "You feeling good about this?"  He looked
my way. "Could be better." I checked the heating. That was fine. "So how
could it be better?" Kneeling up Milo looked straight into my eyes. "Take
your pugilist, no you say boxer's off."

"You do it." Milo came towards me and with shaking hands pulled the shorts
down. I stepped out of them. I stood him on the bed. "Now its your turn." I
slipped the red briefs down till we were both naked as the day we were
born.

Getting into bed was easy. Knowing that Milo wanted to be here but did not
know what happened was strange. I pulled him on top of me to let us get a
few kisses that even he wanted. While we kissed I will take the time to say
what I saw. He was small 4 feet 2 inches, light brown hair, and brown
eyes. He had a tan all over with the exception of the white triangle that
covered his bottom half. His body was so smooth that I could not see a
single hair except on his head. There were no spots his complexion was
almost perfect except for a small mole at the right side of his dimpled
chin. The mole must be from his mother's side. His brother had the same. I
let him slip so that we were side by side and the kisses continued. I
slipped a hand between us and held the only thing that was larger than
most, his penis. "Meraviglia." I stroked at it with his English coming
through now. "Wonderful."

I got him on his back and knelt between his legs. With finger tips I
stroked from head to toe spending a little more time teasing his rapidly
stiffening penis and small eggs also growing with each touch. Bending his
knees mine touched his bottom and the hole blinked as it was released from
the confines of his white, oval, globes. I poked my tongue at him and he
did it back. On the third time I slipped my finger into his mouth to get
the much-needed moisture. The wet finger touched the hole and Milo
jumped. I licked the finger and poked again. It began to go in very
slowly. "Please tell me to stop if it hurts because I never want to hurt
you." A volley of Italian followed by "I will." I forced my arm to push the
finger inside. Milo just groaned. It slipped in an out. I could see that
the hole was not the only thing getting large. I never thought 2 fingers
would ever make that journey on the first night but they did. I could not
help it I leaned forwards to take the penis head in my mouth. After a few
licks I let go. "Mori this is what happens between men, boys and men and
boys. I did think at one time that he could have taken three fingers but
was busy watching him gasping. I lifted his legs upon my shoulders and
removed the fingers. Several hand of cream from the jar by the bed coated
my erection. Pulling the globes apart I pushed gently and the head of my
penis entered the orifice. It was hard to describe the tight feeling but
Mori was pushing down on me. I was trying to be so gentle that I almost
shocked myself when a final thrust and I was all the way in. I stroked his
penis while I thrust in and out. Mori said he was getting a feeling as if
he was going to explode. He did and what an explosion. He looked as I did
seeing the white fluid coming from him time and time again. After a big
groan I climaxed and had the sperm dripping from the hole while I was
emptying inside it. It was a while before I pulled out. I could see the
pink hole had turned a slight blue. Bruised but smiling I cleaned him up.

We spoke about what had happened. Mori had never masturbated before, never
had sex before, he was the official virgin. He was a different boy. The one
problem we had was that he wanted to do more so that night I got about 3
hours sleep. It was late when I heard the tea coming in. What made me smile
was that Billy and Tipo were dressed just as they had gone to bed. Nude.
"What's he doing there dad?" I told Billy he was not to ask silly
questions.  "Dad you did not do what I think did you?" I got a hug and I
never left Tipo out. Mori stirred. He looked scared. "Do not worry they
know."

Billy ran the spa and he and Tipo went straight in. I hugged Mori and
asked, "So how was your first night as a homosexual?" I know I could of
thought of something better. Milo moved to me and I am sure would have
fallen back to sleep. Mori though had another idea and took a big chance by
starting to rub me. He managed to start sucking when Tipo came back to the
bedroom. He saw what was happening and gently closed the door. The click
was not heard but poor Mori almost choked. I did not think I would have cum
so quick but Mori did get half before he choked. I was doing the same to
Mori when Tipo came back I see him stand there and watch while Billy and he
dripped all over the floor. I knew he was going to cum but did not want to
disturb the audience. I moved and the view of several shooting stars of
sperm left the 2 boys in the doorway gasping. "Billy gets us a cloth
please." Mori saw them at the door. Tipo said "Billy forget the cloth I
would get a bucket. Did you see that fly? I wish I could do that." I wiped
us both up and we both took a soak in the spa.

I could not understand what the brother said. I made it a clear to my self
that I had to learn Italian. The one thing though is Love is the same
wherever you go? I got the bubbles going that morning.  I washed us all. I
did check on Mori and was happy to see that nothing serious had happened to
him. Just a slight bruise.

I was open with the boys and that made all the difference. I said that we
could go ice-skating so got the chance to dress the boys as I liked. Tipo
looked smart Billy had a Tracksuit and shorts on and I managed to get
another of Billy tracksuits for Mori. He had his shorts to. The difference
was that each boy had left their clean briefs on their pillows. Just by
chance they were all blue. I had to laugh. Going out the door the memory of
my mother saying, "Make sure you have clean underwear on in case you get
run over by a bus." I would hate to think what would have happened.

We exhausted ourselves the boys by skating me by falling. I could see that
Mori was different. He was loud, different but most of all he had some
friends.  Billy did something today that upset me at first. He took Mori
away while Tipo sat with me. Billy was in the greenhouse with Mori. He told
me that he had shown Mori what was only ours. Billy said that something
that was loved so much had to be shared. I knew what he meant. I took all
the boys and picked some fruit that had grown. Pineapple, Papaw's and
bananas. Tipo made a salad with them and he was but today I saw Mori find a
compatriot in Billy.

Topi after the salad was.... That's another story.


Part 8 of The Private Part of the Gardner will follow.


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