Date: Sun, 02 Aug 2015 04:25:06 +0100
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: Sascha Part 2 Denis's Legacy

Sascha
Part 2 Denis's Legacy

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From Part 1:

"Used to say? Is he..." he choked up

"Yes he has been gone a while" I said, with a tear in my eye.

Sascha reached out and pulled me to him, a 14 year old boy, comforting a
grown man!


Part 2 Denis's Legacy

We showered and Sascha, still in 'Street Boy mode' insisted on giving me a
blow job, the first I had received in a couple of months. Needless to say I
came in buckets, or at least I shot bucket loads into his hot little
mouth. I knelt down to return the favour and noticed some painful looking
lesions on his throbbing cock.

"Sascha" I asked, "how long have you had these?"

"I don't know" he replied, "is it bad?"

"I'm not sure, I'm going to call a friend of mine, he's a doctor!"

Sascha gripped my arm tightly "Is it Aids?" he whispered.

"No Little Man, I'm sure it's not Aids" I reassured him, "but have you done
sex things with some of your mums customers or someone on the street?".

"Yes, a lot of them like to suck me and stuff, one fucked me while mum was
passed out once, but mum woke up and threatened to cut his dick off!"

"May I look please?"

He turned round and held his cute little bum out for me to check. There
were some signs of recent sexual activity, but no inflammation or anything;

"It looks OK" I told him, and gave him a little kiss on one of his butt
cheeks.

We dried off without any more sex play and he dressed in the underwear I
had bought him, I pulled on a pair of cut off grey jogging pants and we
settled in front of the TV.

Mamma Mia the movie was on, and Sascha surprised me by singing along to the
1970's hits! I looked at him as his as yet unbroken treble voice hit all of
the high noted faultlessly.

"What?" he asked.

"You're far too young to know those songs!" I told him.

"Mamma Mia was the only DVD my mum ever watched, when she was sober we used
to sing it all together." he said choking up a bit.

I hugged him and basked in the beauty of his untrained, yet almost perfect
voice.

"I think it is almost time for bed" I told him as the final credits rolled
and the cast joined in the last fun rendition of Waterloo, and Dancing
Queen and then Amanda Seyfried gives a solo Thank you for the music.

"That James Bond guy can't sing for toffees" Sascha said with a chuckle as
we made our way to the bedroom.

"Are you OK sharing with me, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?" I
asked him

"I don't ever want to sleep alone again" he told me as he climbed between
the sheets of my Super King bed. We snuggled up together and almost in an
instant Saschas rhythmical breathing told me he had fallen asleep.

My sleep was visited by my mentors apparition as Denis told me that I had
done the right thing as he listed some of the other rescued boys from our
joint lives who might be able to help. I awoke with a start, slightly
disorientated, a sound, what was it? The boy? Where was he?

"Sascha?" I called, "Are you OK?"

The sound of retching and vomiting is what woke me, I dashed to the
bathroom to find a very sick boy crying and clinging to the bowl of the WC.

"I think it--- might be the stuff I----- I ate at moms before I came to
Mc----- Donalds" he managed to get out between puking. I grabbed a glass of
water and told him to rinse his mouth and then sip it while I made a call.

The phone rang and rang, I almost cut the call when a tired voice answered;
"Peter you old poofta! I just got home from a 48 shift in Casualty, so if
this isn't important can you call me back in about 12 hours?"

"Sam you bloody horse doctor, it's an emergency!" I countered, "I had a
sort of vision last night, Denis told me to go to Mc Donalds. There I found
a 14 year old Slovenian boy who has been living rough since he found his
prostitute mother dead. He has been vomiting" just then I heard the
unmistakable sound of a very loose bowel movement and the cry of pain as he
convulsed with stomach pains. "Make that D&V, he also has some nasty
looking lesions on his genitals!"

"Naughty naughty, you saw his junk on the first date?" Sam countered, but I
could hear him pulling clothes on "I'll be right over, I'm guessing there
is no point in telling you to take him to the hospital?"

"No!" I said, "look the door is open, come right up I'm going to look after
the patient!"

Sam cut the call and I returned to Sascha, he looked really bad. I grabbed
a bucket from the cleaning cupboard and some blankets and carried the boy
into the lounge where I sat with him on my lap giving him sips of water and
rubbing his back. For some reason, despite his age, a lullaby came into my
head and I started to sing it softly;

"Hush, hush, hushabye,

Hush, my baby, do not cry;

Nice sugar'd broth to you I'll bring,

And 'til you sleep, to you I'll sing,

Hush, hushabye.



Hush, hush, hushabye,

Hush, my babe, no danger nigh,

As in your cradle now you swing,

Until you sleep I softly sing,

Hush, hushabye."

As I sang it he seemed to melt into my arms and Sam walking in the door
made me start.

"Hi I'm Sam, I'm a doctor, and I'm Peters adopted brother! May I take a
look at you please?"

Sascha seemed to shrink away from him, and clung to me so tightly.

"Sascha, Sam is my brother, he was on the streets just like you and I, he
will help you get better, please trust him!"

"I can't pay him anything!" Sascha whispered.

I was about to say that he didn't need to pay for doctors in our country
when Sam answered;

"Sascha, you can repay me, you can repay both of us, by getting better and
letting us help you!"

I added "Sam will help you, if you let him! Trust him he knows what you are
going through!"

Eventually I managed to get the boy, frightened though he was, to stretch
out on the sofa,

"Do you want me to go out while Sam works his magic?" I asked, already
knowing the answer.

"NOOO!" he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him.

Sam worked his magic and diagnosed a simple food poisoning for the D&V and
wrote me a prescription for that. Then he asked Sascha if he might see his
penis.

"Penis? What is that?" he asked.

"Cock, Willie, Dick, Wang, meat and 2 veg" I said, pointing to my crotch.

"Oh you might not want to suck me right now, Peter says I've got something
there!" He said with resignation.

"Sascha, I'm not here to suck anything, I want to see what's wrong, and try
to make it better!"

A quick examination revealed that the lesions were not as bad as I had
thought and Sam took swabs, applied some cream and advised him; "OK son, no
sex games, not even jerking off, until I get the results back. I'd like to
give you a shot for the sickness and I'll wait here while Peter gets the
other medication for you, OK?"

Sascha looked at me and I nodded, so he whispered; "OK but don't be too
long Daddy!"

Sam shot me a look and saw that I was as surprised as he was at the 'Daddy'
reference.

I went to a local pharmacy where they don't know me, not wanting any
questions as to why a Gay bachelor would have a script for a 14 year old
boy.

The pills were quickly dispensed and I called in at the corner shop to get
some porridge oats and honey. I let myself back in and went up to my
apartment. In the lounge I found Sascha asleep wrapped in the arms of Sam,
the doctor. I decided to let them both rest, sleep being the best
medicine. I went to my study, leaving the door open, and placed a call to
another of my `brothers';

"Richard Long" I heard the familiar voice and smiled.

"Dickie, you fucking pervert, how's the Liars business?"

"Peter you paedo, business or pleasure?"

"Business Dickie, serious business!"

"No, you finally been caught?" he joked.

"Seriously Dick, I had a sort of dream where Denis told me to go to Mc
Donalds. When I got there I found a 14 year old Slovenian kid who was in
serious trouble. His Mum, a whore, has just died in the family home. He was
living rough when I found him, he was verbally abused by some kids that
knew him from school and he did a runner. I caught up with him, fed him and
got him some clean clothes. He spent the night... and NO nothing
happened... and this morning I awoke to the sounds of him making a call on
the porcelain phone. Sam is here, looking after him. What I need from you
is some sort of `new identity' for the kid. He has been a guest of Social
Services and St Josephs before!"

"Poor kid, I would not wish those fucking perverts on anyone!" Richard said
with venom.

"Do you think you can help?"

"Hmm Slovenian you say? I just got a Slovenian forger off on a technicality
in court, maybe we can put his talents to good use?" he laughed.

"That would be good, oh and ideally some paperwork asking me to take care
of him, while his parents deal with a crisis, if you could?"

"I'll call you back, we'll need some pass photo's and maybe some other
general pictures to make a plausible history!"

"OK, Love you bro'!" I told him

"I love me too!" he replied with his usual joke.

I checked my emails and dealt with some minor problems at work, nothing
that I couldn't delegate so I leant back and took a long drink of water. I
saw the bottle on the floor where it had rolled the evening before.

"My God was it only last night?" I said out loud, and then jumped as Sascha
spoke;

"Yes it feels like I have been here longer, and I'm hungry!"

"Oh Baby Boy!" I said drawing him to me for a hug, "That's always a good
sign. Let's get you something to eat! Do you like porridge?"

"Porridge? What is this?" he asked.

I quickly looked up porridge on google translate;

"Er `kašo' it says" I told him, showing him the screen.

"Yes I love it, Mama used to make it before I went to school in the
winter!"

I went into the lounge and woke Sam; "Richard is looking at getting some
papers for Sascha, oh and do you think it'll be OK for the boy to have some
porridge?"

"Ha, not if you're cooking it, he'll need a stomach pump after your
cooking!" Sam joked. "May I have some too please, if you're making it with
Honey?"

Sascha stood in the door with a confused look on his face.

"I don't understand" was all he said and we both burst out laughing.

"Sascha, Peter and I grew up together with Denis, he taught us both how to
look after ourselves, we are both very good cooks, but I would never tell
Peter that, he would get a big head!"

The boy grinned and leant into me, so I ran my hand through his hair. "Do
you like Honey?" I asked

"I don't know, what Honey is?" he asked.

I grabbed the remote and put the TV onto PC monitor mode then using voice
control I did another translate command. The screen come up with the
Slovenian word medu? and it was spoken out loud too.

"Mmmm in my parrige? Yes please!"

"Porridge" I corrected. "Sascha, if I correct a word please don't think I
am being nasty, but it is so you can learn!"

"Thank you Daddy!" he said and squeezed my hand.

I went into the kitchen and started to make the porridge in the microwave
Sascha followed me and I asked; "Sascha, if I can get you papers would you
like to live with me?"

He jumped up and grabbed my neck, wrapping his legs around me, placing a
big wet sloppy kiss on my mouth.

"That'll be a yes then!" Sam commented.

The microwave sounded its bell, interrupting any further chat and I dished
out the steaming porridge and put lumps of butter on each with a good
dollop of honey. "Careful it is very hot" I warned.

"Sascha eat it very slowly, just a little at a time" Sam cautioned,
reverting to Doctor mode.

"Sure Uncle Sam!" the cheeky boy replied with a grin.

Sam gave him a `look' and Sascha simply said "What?"

"Uncle Sam?" Sam asked.

"Well if you are Dads brother then you must be my uncle!" he said, with
impeccable logic.

"OK nephew, Uncle Sam it is then!" Sam said with a smile, offering him his
hand.

Sascha shook his new uncles hand and asked "nephew? What is that?"

A quick check on google and we came up with necak which satisfied Sascha.



Porridge was eaten, and I made a pot of coffee for Sam and myself and a
weak cocoa for Sascha.

''The cocoa might be a mistake this soon'' Sam warned

''He's a boy, they all have the constitution of an Ox'' I said

Sascha stretched out on the sofa and flipped through the internet. It soon
became apparent to me that he was very much computer savvy.

"Hey Sascha, how about I give your own PC to use, so I can do some work on
mine?"

"A PC? Just for me? Wow! Thanks Dad, you're the greatest!" he shouted
jumping up and hugging me,

"Dad's giving me my own PC" he said turning to Sam, as if Sam had not been
in the room when I said it!

"2 rules on the PC Sascha, 1/. No porn without asking me first, no going to
sites that I have not checked and 2/. You NEVER EVER give personal details
to anyone, no matter who they claim to be, unless I have cleared them as OK
to talk to! This is non-negotiable! Meaning you do as I tell you in these
matters, OK?"

"I understand dad" he said.

I went down to the store room in the basement and brought up a brand new PC
in its box. Sascha unpacked it and helped me hook it up, including a feed
to the TV.

"I'll get you a monitor later, for now you use the TV, OK?"

"Dad?" he asked, "please can you see if I can have a thing to draw pictures
on the computer? We had one at school and I loved doing art stuff on it."

"Well this PC has Windows7 on it and that has 'Paint' built in. Here switch
it on and I'll put in the wifi password."

Sascha switched the PC on and it booted up I told him to use Sascha as the
user name and to put in a password that he would remember. I explained that
he should never tell his password to anyone else, though I would need it
myself. Once the set up was finished I sorted out the wifi and we were
ready to roll. He went on google and found what he was looking for;

"This is what I meant dad" showing me the home screen from WACOM. A
graphics tablet, we had the bamboo at school, most of the other kids
couldn't do much with it, but Mr Carmicheal said I was good with it!"

"OMG Brumbrum was your IT teacher?" I asked

"Brumbrum?" he asked, trying to google it.

"Mr Carmicheal, James, he's another of our brothers, so I guess that makes
him an Uncle too!"

"He was the only teacher who never made fun of me, he always tried to help
me, and sometimes when I had no dinner money he would give me some!"

I grabbed my phone and started to call him when Sam reminded me that James
would be in class, so he would not be able to take calls. I called the
school office instead;

"Hello this is Mr Carmicheals brother, Peter. I was wondering if you could
get an urgent message to him to call me at home, it is an urgent family
crisis!"

The school secretary recognised my voice, "Ah Mr Carling, I can go one
better, James is in my office right now!" she said as she handed to phone
over to James.

"Peter, what's up? You don't usually call in school hours!"

"Sascha Slobowsky, do you know him?"

"Yes, nasty business he got suspended because he was allegedly disruptive,
it was more like he was being bullied all the time and the head could not
stop it, so he suspended him for peace and quiet! Why?"

"Long story but Denis told me in a dream where to find him, he was living
on the street, and in a bad way. Sam is here with him now. I'm going to do
an under the counter adoption through Dickie. Can you have a think as to
what we can do about his schooling?"

"Leave it with me, I'll come up with something, he's a very, very bright
boy, with you looking out for him he could do anything he wanted!"

"He asked about a graphics tablet, said you let him use one, should I get
him one?"

"Simply put YES! I'll send you some pictures he did on the school one, we
only have a cheap and cheerful Wacom bamboo here, with a better one he
could be doing professional graphic work right away!"

"OK I have a bamboo here in the store room, but I also have a couple of
Cintiques that were ordered and never collected because the buyers business
went tits up!"

"Put him on the Cintique if you can, he'll love it! Anyway the bell is
about to go, I'll pop round after school, OK?"

"OK bye J. see you later and say thanks to that wonderful secretary there,
she's a marvel!"

"Will do, Bye!"

I cut the call and said, "I'll be right back!" going straight down to the
store room and getting a 22 inch Cintique up.

"Here Sascha, you might find this a bit more fun to use" I said.

"Oh wow, thanks, a screen!"

"Not just a screen" I said and showed him the pen

"See what you can do with that!"

Sascha inserted the CD and loaded the drivers, there was a pause as the
latest drivers were downloaded and the PC restarted, then the fun began.

Sascha did some quick test runs and the sat down at his new screen as if he
had been using it all his life!

While he was working I asked him if he had a mobile phone (cell phone) and
he looked at me sadly; "I had one but I sold it to get some food, the happy
meal last night would have used up the last of the money from it"

When I asked what sort it was he was not sure, but told me it was pay as
you go, and was not a touch screen, just a cheap and cheerful one with
number keys.

I rang a friend at Carphone Warehouse and asked him if he could sort me out
with a deal on a good Windows based phone on pay as you go. He offered me a
pre-owned Nokia Lumia 635 that had hardly been used. He said I could have
it for £20! Unlocked! I asked him to put a Vodafone card in it as well
as the largest micro SD that it would take, and said I would pick it up
later in the afternoon.  He told me I could not pick it up from the shop,
as it was a private deal, so I asked if he could drop it round, to which he
said yes as he was due to have a half day and would be done by 12.30.

As soon as I put the phone down it started to ring and I saw from caller ID
that it was Dickie;

"Yo Dickie" I said in my best street gangsta voice,

"I need 4 pass photo's of the boy, plus any other details you can get me!"

"Maybe you can pop round and we'll sort it out? I asked.

"Sure, though it will be after 4 as I'm in court in 15 mins!"

"That's fine" I said, "Do you have someone who can retrieve some stuff from
the boys home, and then report the death to the police?"

"Yes he's here with me, text me the address and details of what you want
picking up, I'll send him round to 'collect on an unpaid bill'"

"Fine I'll text address and list to you in about 5 mins, OK?"

That call ended I turned to the others, to see Sam staring open mouthed at
the TV screen;

"Peter look at that!" he said pointing'

I looked at the screen and my heart stopped.

Sascha had drawn a picture of me lying prone on a bed naked, one leg raised
with bent knee and my hand on a rather exaggerated cock, while I looked at
the 'camera' with a serene smile on my face!

It was, without a doubt, the most perfect likeness I had ever seen, he
seemed to have captured even more of my expression than even a photo would
have!