Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2001 13:15:39 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Private Part of a Gardener      Part 8

This is a story of my imagination. It is fiction. Any names used are pure
coincidental. It's a story about a man whose life revolves around his Ward
and his friends at school. There are sexual parts so please check your
countries Laws making sure that this type of story is allowed.

I have the copyright to this and others so if you wish to use it for any
reason then please ask. Fee paying sites will be refused.

I am dyslexic and also have cancer so my computer is doing all the work in
Hospital most of the time.

Being the second story I ever wrote the proofreaders say I should only
change it in a very short way. I have had a fight with the Matron who says
I should rest but I hope you wont tell her that I have to keep going.



		      The Private Part of a Gardener.


				  Part 8


This chapter starts with a request.  You all will get to know something
about me that has never been told. I hope you will not tell anyone.

After the salad Tipo cleaned up. It was a custom to follow an old English
custom. "Now then boys have you done your letters to Santa?"  I have just
started and can hear a number of you saying, "What a Pratt, idiot or
whatever in your own language.

My Mother and Father a few days before Christmas demanded Santa got a
letter. Don't rush me and you will see why. The three boys did not have an
idea what I was talking about. "Come sit down." I sat them on the floor and
touched each boys face as I explained. "The letter should tell Santa what
your idea is of a present. Maybe 1 or 2 things, but never get greedy. I
always write mine. Place in an envelope and we burn it on the fire." I
never said it was brilliant but give me a chance. I got a piece of paper
and began to write. Out off the corner of my eye the boys did the same. "I
forgot, make sure it is in English. His helpers can only read it that
way. " I did not expect that to work but it did. Billy gave me his in an
envelope but was looking at me writing. "Dad why do you want a wife when
you have me?" I had to explain that I was writing in italics and had asked
for a good life not wife.  His comment did say so much though.  He seemed
satisfied. With letters in envelopes I told the boys to get ready for bed.

Now this is where the trick came in. I swapped their letters for plain
envelopes. I could then at a later time get to see what they wrote so I
could get the things they had asked for. Tricky I know but it took me 16
years to work it out with my parents. When they came back I chanted a
stupid saying telling Santa that letters were on their way. Into the fire
went 4 envelopes. 3 empty and mine with a letter in. We all watched as the
burning paper ash flew up the chimney. I made the point about a bath so I
could get rid of them and opened their letters. Billy wanted something
special from his dad and a treat. Milo asked for a pen and that was
all. Tipo asked for a surprise but not money. I expected more to go on
with. But it looked like I was going to have to go it alone.

For some reason the clock in the living room stopped. I called out for the
time. Milo and Tipo asked Billy and he helped me being the only one with a
watch. I got the clock going again after half a wind with the key then
waited for the boys to get out of the bath. I made hot drinks and went to
find a book. I chose the griffin. A story about secret agents who helped a
King finds his stolen Jewels. Milo lasted 10 minutes before he fell
asleep. I carried him to bed laying him in his briefs. Last night was
clearly the reason for the early bedtime. It was about 30 minutes later
when the other 2 boys started to doze. I tucked them in and returned to
make a list for the last days shopping.

I had a list done but I wanted something special for Billy and maybe
Milo. Tipo was easy so did his list first. It was Worcester last day before
he left with his wife for a well-deserved break. I took the chance and
opened a Chateau nuf de Pap 1958. It's a perfect wine with almost an inch
of dust over the bottle. I decanted it and had just poured a glass when
Tipo came out. "Sorry but I could not sleep." Well I have had this sort of
thing before so I made him some hot milk.

I know that most of you are saying about this situation. I can even guess
that some are saying "About time to." But Tipo was very different than all
the boys that have been in my house and that's a fact. He was 12 and almost
5 feet tall. The one good thing about him was my perception of him as a
person. I will try and explain but it might be hard. I think the best way
is this. You will have heard me talk about Milo and his three quarter
length gown. Well he is 4 foot 2 inches. Tipo had the same gown but at 12
and 5 foot it was something very special but he never knew it. He acted
like a child not a teenager and he behaved as if he was still at a primary
school or kindergarten. He sat with me to drink his hot milk while I
savoured the wine. His modesty was that of a child that did not care.

 His body was up close to mine asking for a hug without the words. "Tipo
you know it's getting late so we must not be to long before getting you to
bed. He held my hand as if to say he understood. "Can I ask you a silly
question?" I put the glass down and looked at him agreeing to his
request. "What did you ask Santa for?" I told him it had to be a secret or
Santa would never get to hear it. "What would happen if you wanted
something and you did not know how to ask for it?" I was brought up to
believe that nothing was impossible to ask Santa for. I know that might
sound silly but to child things like that make a lot of sense. "Will you
help me to write a second letter because I could not put in words what I
really wanted?" I knew I had let some boys stay up and Milo last night had
a good reason. I told Tipo that he could try and write the letter while I
washed and got ready for bed. I saw him very methodically slowly start to
write while I washed. I just grabbed a gown forgetting the rest I normally
wore. He was still at it when I came back to finish my wine. I topped up
the glass knowing that a good wine should not go to waste. "I have tried to
do it but it is very hard to find the words."

I read the letter holding the envelope in the right hand to go through the
ritual as I had before. I read it again looking at Tipo with his face
turned to the ground. It had one sentence that did not make anything
clear. "Santa make me as good as Milo." I asked Tipo to make things clearer
so that Santa could understand. "You see if I do not understand I do not
think Santa will. What about Milo do you want to be? You are both different
and that's how it should be. You are as good as Milo in your own way so
what is wrong?" After a while Tipo said, "Can I whisper?"  The child had a
secret that he wanted to share and it was something that he was not happy
with. I nodded. Tipo came towards me but instead of saying anything he
kissed my cheek. I looked at him He was bright red. I still could not put
the questions together. "When we were at home we were invited to a
party. We played lots of games. One game we all had to hide and be
found. At school its called Hide and seek. The party boy had to find us. It
was fun but I hid in a big cupboard and when the boy found me he was
supposes to shout. He saw me but never shouted he just kissed me and kept
doing it till he stopped. I saw him shout at all the others but I was
confused. At school Milo looks like he does when he is watching us in the
showers. He never shouts but when we watch sports Milo hugs and kisses the
boys who win. I know it is wrong but I wish I was brave like Milo then I
would kiss the boys as well. I have seen the boy whose party we went to in
the summer when we all went swimming and we kissed again but he had to go
home. I have never had the chance to feel happy like the boy next door. He
told me that it is special. I saw you and Milo together and I see him pee
in your bed after you tickled his Willy and I wished I could be happy as he
looked. That was just like my friend at home. I have tried to feel like he
said and the only time that I think I did was when you kissed me
goodnight. Papa does not kiss me and my friend said it's a way of saying
that you like someone a lot. That feels like love. Please do not be upset
but I would do anything to feel like that. Papa said you were an Uncle that
was there if we needed someone. Well Uncle I need you to help me." Tipo
curled up into a foetal position and cried heavily but with little
noise. "Please do not tell Papa I cried or he will think I am a girl."

I thought to myself, I have been here before but this time it was not quite
the same. "Tipo will you do anything I tell you?" The tears subsided. "Yes
Uncle I will." I looked at him. "Right I want you to go outside all night
in the rain just as you are then sleep on the wet grass." Tipo looked at
me. "But wont that make me ill?" I went on to explain that anything was the
wrong thing to say. "Tipo what you have said I understand. If it is a
cuddle and a kiss you want I will be happy to do that. I will never ask
anything of you that I would not be prepared to do myself." With an arm
around him I kissed him. I was almost ready to make this a quick kiss like
I had given to him the night before. Tipo could feel me start to pull away
so he kissed me. "That's the feeling I felt. It is so nice to be loved."

At the beginning of this chapter I did say I had a secret to tell. I will
just say it. I fell in love with Tipo at that very moment. What Billy would
say I'd never know? I am sorry to say I never told him about my
feelings. Go on call me all the names you like but the feelings Tipo called
love was the same as when my Mother kissed me. It was the first time I ever
knew what love was.

"Tipo if I asked you to do something special just for me will you think
about it before you answer?" It was a short answer. "Yes. Will you do it
for me?"

I whispered into his ear. Tipo took off his slippers and quietly went to
his room. I sat while I contemplated another glass of wine maybe or just
wait and see? Tipo came back. What I had asked him, he had done to the
letter. Standing in front of me was Tipo in the three-quarter-length gown
and a pair of boxers from Billy's draw. Very little material, mainly
buttons. I had to stand so that I could reward him with a kiss that he so
wanted. If we had been disturbed then I had a feeling I would never stop. I
had to pull away to breath but Tipo said, "No don't stop, please." I opened
the gown to take a look at the hidden beauty. I managed to get my hands
inside. My hands touched his flesh and we kissed again, this time stronger
and harder than all the others. Tipo opened my gown as we kissed. I did not
care that I was naked underneath. When we closed together Tipo felt me
against him. He smiled and with our heads on each other's shoulders time
stood still. The love clock stopped its ticking and the springs that we
both had began to react with the other.

"Time for bed Tipo." I tied us both up. A final kiss and we walked hand in
hand to the bedrooms. I looked at him "Tipo my precious if you sleep with
me I am scared of what might happen. This is a choice that you should have
to make when you are older not now. You are to young."

Lets get this right. Here I was. A man who loves boys finding a love that
had touched him deeper than ever before. Advising the child to not go to
bed with him because of what might happen? What a load of, or was it? Most
people would say I am inhuman because of what I have done with boys, but
could it possibly be my humanity coming out to protect Tipo from the
underlying truth? Perhaps it's even simpler. Did I love this child too much
to say, "Get in my bed?"

Tipo was having none of this. The first kiss was like suction and he did
not want to let go. He followed me and in just Billy's boxers he jumped
in. I did not care; I never found shorts for myself. Together we were
different. "Undress me if you want. Please." With a gentle light above us
the duvet was pushed back. For each button opened I kissed his ever wanting
lips. When they were all open I pulled the white boxers from his body then
held my love. Brown hair, like his brothers. Very tall, five foot. Size 6
shoe, I remembered from skating. This big lad was 12 and looked much
older. The give away was he had again like his brother not a hair on his
perfect body. I examined him very carefully, why; well I was so confused
about why I had these extreme feelings for Tipo I though the search would
tell me why. I was gliding my hand up and down until I encircled his
penis. My hand was needed here so that gives you an idea at how big he
was. "What are you doing Uncle? It feels so nice." I kissed him. Tipo tried
the same. When his hand started to touch me every nerve was alive. Kissing
and rubbing is a great combination. I had to take a turn because I wanted
this to last. Tipo slipped on top of me. His height made this so
special. His penis found its way between my legs and I could feel the
gentle thrust of Tipo muscles. "I have never done this with the boys next
door."

I sat up and his bottom, like mine touched the bed. Our legs crossed with
each other and the kisses remained. After one very long kiss I got a finger
under his sack sliding to the hole wondering if I should go further. He
pulled me close so I took hold of both penises and rubbed up and down. I
whispered that he would feel even better soon. In the middle of a deep kiss
our tongues penetrated the lips of each other. A simultaneous groan and
there was a multi climax I shot on him while he sprayed over me. The
combined sperm only enhanced the feeling and sensations. I used some sperm
to get a finger inside very easily. It was then I heard the sounds I never
forgot. "I will never love anyone like you for the rest of my life." I used
Billy's boxers to clean us up then for the rest of the night I held young
Tipo and his penis getting several shudders as I gave him the feelings of
love he had so been looking for.

It was light when I woke up and I saw the naked Tipo still asleep with the
biggest smile I had ever seen. I moved slipping back his foreskin. I took
the head gently in my mouth, and then Billy and Milo came in. "I will get
the cloth dad." Milo looked at me. "Billy I think we should just get a bath
and let them alone." I sucked listening to the water then Topi woke and
grabbed my head. He came more that morning than the night before. He did
try it on me but rather than complete the task he kissed, letting his hand
finish off. I covered us both. Carefully I led him to the shower and we
washed each other then joined the two bathers in the spa. "Topi are you
alright?" asked Milo. He never answered he just climbed against me and the
spa did the rest.

I got them dressed to go shopping. I told Billy I was sorry and wanted so
much to make it up to him. "Dad I have you all the time, I will never mind
sharing."

I was quite clever in a way because after the boys had looked around I sent
them skating which I know they enjoyed. I went shopping. I brought enough
stuff to feed an army and some special things that would mean a lot more. I
spoke to Milo and Tipo father to wish happy Christmas and told him what I
had got the boys. He was slightly concerned that I had spent a lot of
money. "That all your fault." He asked me why. "Well it seems someone told
them I was their long lost Uncle and we have to be nice to our nephews."
After a laugh he asked if I had managed to talk to Milo. "I have and it's
all OK." We spoke a while longer and I then had word with his Wife. I had
to smile when I heard, "Hello Uncle and how are you?" I told her about
things and she was so very grateful. I never did think what might have
happened if I had said "Oh its great I have fucked your sons, they enjoyed
it a lot. I finished of by getting a telling off for getting them too much
but my reply was simple. "Us Uncles have to be nice."

We got back at 4pm. Christmas Eve was a nice time of the year. One big
surprise was I had got a new big Television delivered while I was
out. Worcester had gone straight on his holiday after it had been
delivered. There were 3 present for the boys from him so they went under
the tree. I made Mince pies, getting good at all this; I also made a big
mistake. I got everyone in the bath and began to read "The Night before
Christmas." It's a real kids story but the book and I got pulled in the
bath. It was so nice to have the boys this Christmas.

I got them off to bed at 9pm that caused a few problems. I got them to
leave a flask of hot milk and a mince pie for Santa. I told them they could
talk for a while but I heard nothing after 10pm. I got to work wrapping as
though it was an Olympic sport. 30 packages. 10 each. plus 1 special for
each of them. I would try and give them privately. Milo and Tipo parents
gift were under the tree and a big letter for me. I made that so I could
work out whose present was whose. At midnight I added some brandy to the
flask and enjoyed that. I ate the mince pie and left a thank you note, Love
Santa. Finally I sprinkled Icing sugar across the floor and walked
in. Looked like footprints from the fireplace to me. So all was set. 1-20pm
better than I thought. I checked on the boys but they had gone. Then in my
bed I saw all three with a sign that said Happy Christmas. I was not going
to miss this but it was sure going to be a tight fit. I got in and got
Billy on top of me. I stretched out both arms and Milo and Tipo snuggled up
tight.

Is there anyone who loves boys and cannot say that I got one hell of a gift
I feel sorry for you. We never had sex that night but my hand cupped two
boys' bums while my open legs satisfied the other.

Early next morning, 8am to be precise, I woke to see the three boys who
were better than any present I could have. All naked they thought they were
being funny because they had wrapped their penises in bows with a gift tag
hanging from them that said "With Love." So I had a good time unwrapping
them. Billy ran the bath then while the other boys took a soak he came to
me. "Dad I have a present for you? Will you rub me?" Silly question. It had
been a while but it did not take long. I then got my present. I saw Billy
climax and shared the first sperm of his life. It was clear but shot about
1 inch. I hugged him and cried, " My boy became a man." For all those
reading have you ever been given a present so special? I took it on a
finger then sucked hard saying it tasted of Mince Pies, which got a
laugh. I picked him up then we both got in the tub. "Billy did it work?"
said Milo He just nodded and the 4 of us became one.

We dressed casual. The boys had shorts and sweatshirts. Me I grabbed a
tracksuit. The boys stood still looking at the footprints I had made. Milo
the clever one, grabbed my shoe but found it to small to fit the
Marks. Thank you Worcester for leaving your boots. There was a real
conversation going on about, did he, did he not, who, how and so on. It
suddenly stopped, they had seen the tree lit up covered with presents.

Milo and Tipo got cash and a sweater from Home. Billy even got a Picture of
Me and Nico, the boys' father as we were at school. How embarrassing. I
gave each a present. Billy got a car-racing track and the boys got Remote
control cars. Sweets and more sweets then finally I gave them their last of
the 10. Each said open alone. Off they run leaving me to collect all the
paper thrown like confetti all over the floor. They all returned saying
thank you. Then they all threw their clothes off and stood there dressed in
the things I had especially chosen for them. They looked fantastic. I will
tell you more about them in a while. For the rest of the morning I was like
a ballerina. Cars zooming all over the place, while the car-racing track
had a mind of its own. I tidied up and collected the paper that had been
left in the bedroom.

I told them to check for rubbish while I sat down. There was silence. The
boys came back saying that they had found another present. Milo opened
his. It was a watch. "Now you will be able to tell the time. Tipo Got the
one thing he had admired of his fathers. It was A Gold Cross and
Chain. Billy well he got what he never thought he could get. It was a Birth
certificate with his name on it now read William David Baker. A letter
confirmed that he was no longer my Ward but true Son. Billy went ballistic
I then gave him a bracelet, With WDB engraved on it. Well that was a good
days work. That was until I was presented with a gift from all three
boys. Now I am normally good at springing surprises but this beat
mine. There was a box that contained an amulet on a chain. All gold. It
opened to show 3 single pictures of the boys taken the days sent them
Ice-skating. The book inside the box said, "This is the meaning of love." A
quick thank you and it was all over, that was except for the tears I
shed. The boys all had shorts and shirts to match white sock, new trainers
but they each had their favourite coloured underwear as well. Their
favourite, well they liked them because I did.

That day each spent time with me so we could have been a family. My
favourite gift was what my son shared with me that morning. It was
something that we would share for a long time to come

But that's another story.


The final chapter of The Private Part of a Gardener soon

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