Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2001 14:21:22 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Private Part of a Gardener

This is a story about my imagination. It is fictional. Any names are purely
coincidental. It is the second story I ever wrote and my proofreaders have
said that in their opinion it should be changed in a minor way.

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

The story contains the life between a man and the boys who pass
through. There are sexual passages that are between the man and underage
boys so do check with your country if this kind of material is allowed.

I am dyslexic and suffering cancer. Fighting both is hard work. My computer
does most to help me, while the Matron at the Hospital is intent on me
resting or need a new laptop for herself.

I want to thank all of you who have given part of your time to email
me. The best wishes and comments about my stories are well appreciated. To
all the dreamers out there I hope this goes someway to making you realise
that anything may be possible. No names you know whom you are. My grateful
thanks



		      The Private Part of a Gardener.


			      Final Chapter.



It was a great time we had over Christmas. Not just because a boy lover,
dirty old man or pervert had made love with the boys. Everyone will have
his or her own thoughts. Me I am a Stock broking boy lover who had a son
for Christmas.

A few days before school started in the New Year, Billy had asked for time
to talk. Well today was that time. "Dad if I asked you, could I stay at
school to sleep what would you say?"

Oh shit. I never expected to be asked that. 13 in 14 days and I was loosing
him. I got a headache. My policy was, if I was asked for something and it
was within my power I would do everything to let it happen. How could I say
yes when my heart and the pain in my head said no. I don't think it was
possible to check how long I was alone in the green house crying. I did not
answer him but just left the room. When I went away I missed my
mother. Father told me to be strong. Now my son is asking himself. I want
to make one thing clear. If I said yes I would not be loosing the person I
had been having sex with, I'd have been loosing the one son I was likely to
ever have, I loved Billy and that's what would be missing. The house since
Billy came had been full of something that had vacated itself after my
Parents had died, LOVE. The word "Why?" I almost asked but that again would
have been unfair.

I took 3 hours I think, just sitting there before I said the one thing that
was right for him but not me. "Billy if that is what you want then of
course I will make the arrangements." Callously I walked away from him as
if I did not really care. I had feelings but the reality was my son came
first now not me. The boys were very quiet talking. Worcester had come back
that morning and I just wished I could feel as happy as he looked. Milo and
Tipo were going back a few days before term started to see their parents
who would be at the school for a day. I did not get involved with helping
them pack. I just sat remembering the times almost a year ago that the
Hermit inside me had been in control. It was nice when they came to say
goodbye. They shed almost as many tears as I had in the greenhouse. A warm
hug for each and a kiss of love, combined with goodbye left a hollow that I
had not had in a long time. "Hope we can come back!" was heard as the car
left the drive.

I was so very sad. Even the words, "Now Maurice pull yourself together."
Did not help and I sat in the chair. The depression got me mad and
stupid. I ripped all the ornament from the tree and demolished the
decorations. Lights were smashed then just swept away. Corrina popped in to
say thank you for her and her husband's holiday and saw the devastation. "I
better get some bags." I sat watching her sweep and polish collecting all
the broken baubles that had shattered on the floor. Billy had gone with the
boys for the ride but I still could not get use to the feeling of him not
being there. My headache was getting worse and just like a mother Corrina
took it upon herself to call my Doctor. He quickly came.

After getting no help from me he wrote out a prescription. He gave me an
injection that made me sleepy almost immediately. I was taken to lie
down. I know it was dark when I woke up. The room was cleared of Christmas
and Worcester and Corrina were sitting in the living room. They both were
pleased to see me awake. My mood never changed. My thoughts, they were just
here so that if I did die they might get a chance of the house. God what an
embittered old bastard who because of a simple question had wrecked,
almost, the closest people to me.

"I got your young man to bed he could not sleep here. I did not want him to
disturb you. If you feel better then we will take our leave of you. I will
be back with the doctor in the morning."

I looked in on Billy he was rolled up in a blanket fast asleep. I closed
the door and made my way to the library. I poured a Brandy, far too much if
I had to be honest. I remember a chapter or 2 back; I mentioned the silence
of the library. I sat at heard my heart, the clock then the brandy slipping
down my throat that sounded like the last drop of water going down a plug
hole. I even thought at one time I could hear a tap dripping, with the
noise getting louder each time. Suddenly I saw my mother. Standing in front
of me she said I was a mess. "Now you know how we felt when you went away
to school. It had to be for the best or we would not have done it. I would
never have allowed it."

The Doctor called again early the next morning. After checking me he said
to the others it was Flu. He told me different. "I need you to get checked
up at the hospital." I was medicated again. 3 days later I was told that
Billy had never moved from my side. "I cannot go away to school with you
like this."

I helped him pack.

It was a very lonely time with Billy away. The gates were locked and I saw
no one. I sat in my library and read up about depression. For 4 days I
never ate just drunk. I never spoke to anyone at all. Billy did try and
call but because I never answered, he got worried. I had to be brave. I had
to stand firm.

One evening I was off to get a bottle when the doorbell rang. Outside was a
boy in a sea cadets uniform." Hello sir, are you Billy dad?" The boy was
soaking wet. I invited him in. "My name is Alistair and I go to the same
school as Billy. I have run away." I grabbed a towel then took the boys
coat from him and put it in the dryer. I called the school straight
away. They had been worried when the boy did not return from Cadets. I
asked what they wanted to do. Being it was 9-30pm I said he could stay hear
and I would bring him back early in the morning. The headmaster was feeling
better because the boy was found, so agreed. I grabbed some things of
Billy's and told him to get his clothes in the dryer. He was frozen so I
had to help. His hands could not move they had a purple colour to them. I
did have one problem. I could not get his heavy trousers off. He pointed to
the buttons at the side and it took all my strength to undo them. I ran the
shower and a naked shivering boy just stood under the warm water.

I made a hot drink while he showered. I got a big towel then dried him
off. I slipped some boxers on him with my gown to keep him warm. I stoked
the fire to get a good flame so that we could heat the room. "Right so why
did you come here?" Alistair did not look at me he just sipped his hot
drink. "I am home sick very bad and cry all the time. No one understands."
I knew in a way what he was feeling. I gave him a hug trying to explain
that all the boys there suffered homesickness. "I know Billy does so I told
him I was going to run away. He told me to come here." It was warming up
now so I took the blanket to cover his legs. He was just 11 and it was his
first time away from home. I told him that he could sleep in Billy's bed
but he did not want to be alone. We talked all about things and I took his
clothes from the dryer and put them out to air. His cadet uniform was fine
but the colour had run through his clothes underneath so he had a streaky
white and blue shirt, his briefs were the same.

Alistair was getting happier because I saw a smile on his red face. I put
his shirt and briefs on a wash to remove the stains, I hoped, then went to
see if he wanted another drink. I stood looking because he was sitting on
the settee without a blanket or gown. He looked so sweet in Billy's
Boxers. He did not mind that I held him so it did us both good. He started
to get very sleepy. I carried him to my room. I slipped him into bed then
got beside him to keep warm.

He was not quite asleep but with an arm around him he settled. I gave him a
kiss as I would Billy and he asked what that was for. I never had so much
to say to child as I did then. I laid myself open by telling him all. After
I had finished I looked expecting fear and loathing but instead He just
smiled. "If my dad loved me he would never have sent me away." I explained
that his dad loved him as much as I did Billy by letting him go. "He wants
the best for you Alistair, He really does." I thought about Billy and
realised I was saying the same to me. I hugged the young lad again but this
time I got a hug back.

"Feel better now?" Together we held each other knowing that we both
understood. "Can I ask you to do something for me Alistair?" He made the
various suggestions about getting me a drink, you know those sorts of
things. "Alistair do not get scared will you." He looked puzzled "I reached
down to open the top button of the boxer shorts he was wearing. 1 by 1 I
opened each then started to slip them down. He was a bit scared I could
tell but a hug reassured him as I took the boxers away. I did wonder if he
might pull away but he got closer.

I held his softness and caressed his small frame. He had an instant
erection, which made me grin. His kisses became more frequent then he
touched me. I threw the covers back to see the boy naked in my bed. One
hand stroked him while I used the cream to tease his hole. I was not
intending to go inside but it just did. Pulling his back to me my penis
like a snake on the loose attacked the hole. The head slipped in him and I
heard a sound of pain. I lay still and rubbed him till his body started to
shake. I pushed further and his hole grasped my organ expediting the climax
for both of us. I came but the pressure forced me out spraying the bottom
of the boy. He shuddered and went stiff. The ridges of his penis throbbed
and a tear escaped from him. Turning him over I went to suck on the red
organ. Alistair seemed to be in a continuous climax.

As we both came down from on high I told him that this was my way of loving
a boy. It was midnight. Why I do not know but I lifted him from the bed and
took him to the spa. We both lay in the water. I cleaned him and made sure
that his bottom was clear and clean. We slept together for the rest of the
night. The next morning I got up first. I packed the clothes he had got
here in and Woke the naked Alistair. I helped his morning erection go away
with several swift strokes. I dressed him in the clothing that Billy was
getting a bit to big for. We hugged like a father and son after along time
apart. I touched the lad on ever part of his skin before dressing him. I
took my time while he stood in a pair of briefs that Billy first had to
wear. I had school clothing so got him to look quite handsome. I told him
he could come with Billy to stop for a weekend if he could not go home. We
hugged again and for no reason except how I was feeling his trousers and
briefs dropped to the floor. He could not get enough of the new loving
which I knew could be my last if Alistair ever said anything. What I did
not expect was he to allow me to fuck him with the passion I did. 8 am and
I slipped from him having deposited everything I had. His hole pink and
secreting sperm was held in the air so it could be cleaned. "That is what I
have missed so much from my dad. We have been doing things since I was 6. I
feel so much happier now."

I kept hearing his voice over and over as he ate his breakfast. I drove him
back to the school. I met the headmaster and his father who was gracious in
thanks Alistair did in front of them all hug me and thanked me for the
chat.  Billy popped out to say hello. I responded to Billy like any parent.
The one thing I regretted was not waving to him as I left for home. I
thought about breakfast on the way but I was just too tired.

	..........................................................

Hello all this is Billy. I thought I had better tell you all that my dad
was killed today on his way home from my school. They said he must have
fallen asleep after having a heart attack. I think I broke his heart. He
has left everything to me. I am standing with Worcester who will look after
me when I am at home

I have placed dad ashes in an Urn and they will be in the Greenhouse next
to his dog buried there. I want to be a stockbroker like dad but I have
just one wish I want to be able to give as much love to others as my dad
did.

"Well Billy I understand. Your father was a special person. I know all the
boys he loved and you were his top boy."

I was left in the greenhouse.  I then prayed to my Dad for forgiveness. I
constantly cried for a long time there. I wondered if tears had ever been
shed before in that most special place. I still had my friends at school
but I was angry with the Headmaster for granting a memorial service without
asking me. I started to get stuck into work but so many people kept saying,
"Billy if you need to talk then all you have to do is ask." I wanted to be
left alone. Worcester understood.

When I next went home, till my final exams I read every book in Dad's
library. Some I did not understand. One was his Diary. He liked the
silence and I had to agree with him so although Dad liked the part about
being alone. I became a Hermit just like him.

The school in there wisdom gave me a room that I almost never left except
for lessons. I never did games, I refused. There were never any questions
asked because I was keeping up with the work.

Robert was a good friend. Clifford's brother came through with things that
I never would have asked for. I ate and drank in my room until I was 16.
The terms of Dads will came into force and I was the young man who owned
the estate. Every exam I had I passed. The old computer did my work. I read
into the possibility of a spirit invading something. I believed that Dad
was still helping.

I had gone through more than most children when inexplicably I fell in
Love. After 2 years I made a commitment. I hoped and prayed that I could
feel the Love my Father felt even though the Law (Jackass seems a better
word) did not allow the happiness between a boy and a man. On my 18th
birthday I got a better pool installed, and every morning I would bathe
remembering just how lucky I was.

      ...............................................................

Well I have just turned 21. It's been hard without a family but I did as my
father and took over his firm. Worcester still works the gardens but
Corrina passed away after a long illness. This is almost the end or my
Diary but as I do every night: "I love you Dad."

This was my story.

Billy you coming to bed?"

I better go or Robert will find someone else.


                            R.I.P Maurice Baker
                            A son to a father
                            A father to a son
                            May the place you are at
                            Have an abundance of what you love

                               Your ever-loving son
                                      Billy.


                               THE END