Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2001 14:28:41 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Sergeant Babysitter

This story is from my imagination. Being fiction the name and places have
been changed so that any similarities are pure coincidental.

The story, being about boys and a man contains sexual passages. Sex between
men and boys is illegal so maybe stories like this in your country. Please
do check for your own security.

I have the copyright to this and other stories so if you want to use this
for any reason do please ask this includes any fee-paying sites.

I have had time to rest after the treatment for my cancer so I have been
writing hard once again. I thank my proofreaders for their help being that
I am Dyslexic and thank my computer for doing all the work.



			    Sergeant Babysitter



The five years had flown by after I had enlisted in the Army. I took the
five-year option because there were more chances to get further and as they
always say, "See the world." I was decommissioned as a Sergeant and looked
so stupid in the clothes that I had first enlisted in. The offer of clothes
from the army was far worse. I found the nearest shop and spent a few
pounds on clothes that made me look human, well almost human. I travelled
home by train with what was a years pay, a driving licence and a reference
that almost anyone would be proud of, that is except army personnel of a
higher rank who would consider "Leadership qualities far above normal and
could have advanced if he had remained in the service." A bit of a let
down. The trip home took 7 hours but when I got out of the cab and saw mum
waiting at the door the feelings of "Great to be home," flooded through me
like water to a thirsty dog.

I had a plate of good old family cooking. I say family but there was just
mum and I. My bed was still as I left it. Full of lumps, squeaky and
pillows harder than rocks, so just like the army all over again. I did get
a good nights sleep and took a day to get use to being back home. Sun was
high so took the chance to sunbathe. The army does get your body
acclimatised to certain things. I would have been exercising so at home I
fell asleep. I was in for a change. It was mum who woke me several hours
later. I was blistered and burnt. The doctor was called who insisted I was
covered in cool-water cloths every hour. It was mum who had the brainwave.
"Son wear a pair of my tights after you have the cloths on then we just wet
the tights. It will save you suffering." My mum was a 4 star general. I had
those tights for a week. It was nasty but I did survive.

It took me 6 weeks to get over my stupidity but the Army's medical
aftercare paid me until the doctor said I could look for work. I did go
against my mum's wishes and brought a Motorcycle. I also found a flat. The
year's pay was money kept back by the army because we never needed all our
pay being we were fed clothed and everything else. Half of my money got me
the flat and motorcycle so I was not doing badly.

While getting over the sunburn I met an ex officer from the army who said
he thought he had the perfect job in the short term. There was a play
scheme where boys and girls aged from 7 to 13 spent the school holidays.
The summer was coming up and a woman had been found but no man as yet. I
had been use to ordering men who in a war could have got any of the enemy
killed but children that was another matter. A meeting was arranged between
the staff and owners to see a film and what was expected. It was like a
meeting of mothers but when I arrived they all wanted to know if I would
help. The man who was leaving had done it for 2 years. He had helped all
over. "Your skills at getting people to work together will be admired. I
liked the friendly way I was invited into the group but the woman who was
in charge made it clear she was the boss. "Don't worry mums always like
that?" A boy who was about 12 spoke out. He then went to sit with his
mum. He had a disability. One leg shorter than the other gave him a
pronounced limp.

"My son will need to do his own thing. He could never," I grabbed a ball on
the windowsill and looked at the boy. "Can you catch? Can you kick?" I got
a yes to both questions. "Lets play." He managed a kick before falling. "I
told you Paul. You have to sit quiet." I lifted him up. "Excuse me, I think
that if he is treated as a cripple then other children will do the
same. All he has is one leg shorter than the other but he is normal, let
him be a child." I know. That was Sergeant big mouth talking. To me
everyone was equal no matter what. The point was that they tried.

Gladys, the woman in charge was the only one to ignore me when I was
offered the job. That night was the last I saw of her. She refused to work
with me. "Can you manage on your own for a while?" Now what so hard about
looking after and keeping kids amused? I found the answer after the first
day 40 children all that were full of beans needed to be kept amused. It
took an hour to get a list of who they were. We had done one thing and that
was to shout at each other a lot. After lunch I took them to the park and
that's when I became a sergeant again. I had them running and marching
doing jumps and any other kind of awful exercise that I could think of. I
did not believe it. They wanted more. Most called me sir while the older
called me sergeant.

At the end of the day when the parents came to collect their little darling
it was "Goodnight Sir." I cleared up then reported as I was told. "We have
had a lot of compliments so Gladys will not be returning. You are in
charge." My flat looked so inviting when I got home. I was about to relax
when the doorbell rang. It was one of the governess' of the play scheme.
"Sorry to call on you but I need to talk to you." We sat with some tea and
I was told about a family that had recently moved to the city. They had a
son who was very quiet. He may need a lot more attention than the
others. See what you can do."

The next morning I met Ian. He was the son of the woman who had moved to
the city. He was a quiet boy yet his mother was very loud. "Ian's father
left us about six months ago. He needs something to get him out of his
shell." The rest of the children were happy at doing almost anything. Even
the girls were happy at marching up and down in unison. Ian was hard work
and did not talk very much. He would stand at my table while I did some
paperwork and would not want to join in. It was just after lunch that we
all went swimming. The pool instructors would take over and I sat in the
stand watching. Young Ian who said he did not like swimming sat with me. I
did manage to get a yes or no to some drinks that I took with me. His
appearance was first class. He seems to get closer and closer until he was
almost in my lap.

"How old are you Ian?" he looked around and I am sure that because he was
close I managed to get the answer. "I am 10." We watched for 45min, the
others having great fun. Ian was having fun being the centre of attention.
I was given the key to the family changing rooms and a female lifeguard
watched the girls get changed while I checked on the boys. It was fun after
all we made it that way. Back at the centre we all had a chat about the
swimming until they were collected. Ian's mum was happy to see him. He
waved goodbye, which brought a smile to her face.

Day after day we did different things and Ian managed to add a little more
fun to his life. One day we were listening to a storyteller who read the
children a book of their choice. Rather than sit with the others Ian came
and sat with me. I was trying to do some work when he took both my hands
and wrapped them around his waist. Now why I did not quite understand but I
was using a finger to stoke his legs that came down from his shorts. No
resistance at all. I thought at one time Ian was getting in a position so
that I could do the stroking much easier. Well after the story Ian had
changed for some reason. He spoke to everyone. His mother was surprised.
"What did you do Sarg?" I got a hug from Ian then said, "I gave him a bit
more attention just as he needed."

It was Friday and all the children had returned letters about a trip to the
seaside. All had been signed, I say all, but that was all that were
going. Some had other plans. Ian was another who was not going. Mum had to
work so Ian would be with a neighbour. Brain in gear before mouth. I
suggested, "He could come with me and I would bring him home after?" Ian
looked at his mum who after talking to her son agrees to the offer. I am
given the address and arrange to collect him the following morning.

It was a great sunny day when I got to the house, and what a house. It was
more like a mini mansion. I drove to the house up a gravel track. Ian came
to meet me. His mum was very unsure because I was going to take him to the
coach on my motorbike. I got him ready and sat him behind then strapped him
against me. She saw us drive away and only I could see here face as we
left. It was not a long trip but everyone was upset that Ian had got a ride
with me. The children he had not chatted with did that day wanting to know
how fast we went. "I think it was 200 miles an hour." Yup just like a child
to make it better than it was. I did 20-30mph and that's all. I was given
control of Ian and I even persuaded him to come swimming with me. We did a
quick change with the others and splash we were in. he could not swim but
that did not stop him trying. Finally I let him go and he was off on his
own. He played rounders and cricket while his appetites seem to grow after
every minute. When we had to go we all changed so that we did not waste
time. I helped him but before he dressed he held me tight. I gave the young
lad a cuddle to let him know how proud I was of him. Dressed we were just
about to go when I got a surprise. I packed his things up and Ian kissed
me. I tickled him. I did not mean to but I knew that the top of the leg was
the most ticklish. When I did this he just lay still while holding my hand
under his shorts. I got him up and we had 1 last kiss for we left for the
coach.

I got him back on time. He was bouncing around telling his mum that he had
learned to swim. "What do you do to make them so happy. Its as if I have my
old son back." Ian hugged me with a thank you in front of his mum. I got a
hug from her as well. "I have to go see my father who is in hospital
tomorrow. Ian hates the long trip. If you are not busy do you do baby
sitting?" I told her Ian was no baby but if she wanted me to keep Ian
Company then I would. "Shall I come here or take Ian to my place?" After a
while it is decided that I will keep Ian Company at his home. All agreed I
went home to collapse after a full day of exercise.

Sunday was just like the Saturday. I got to the house just as it was time
for Clare, Ian's mum to leave. "I will be back late this afternoon. There
is some food in the refrigerator. Ian had just got up so was still in his
pyjamas. He waved bye to his mum and I then saw inside the house. It was
nice. Ian showed me his room and it was like any boys room. He was quick to
want a cuddle before getting his clothes out to dress. I was going to leave
him. "Don't go." I sat on his bed and watched him. Ian was happy to be with
me I could tell. He leaned up against me while watching cartoons on his
television. He changed so that he laid on the bed. I stroked his back under
his jacket. Ian took the jacket off. My fingers made patterns all over his
back. Turning over I did the same to his tummy. I spent some time teasing
the pink nipples that grew every time they were touched. His belly button
was an outie so that got the touch as well. While I circled it I watched
his movements. His fingers moved to his waistband and played with the
button that held them up and closed. He was smiling all the time.

The cartoons had finished. Ian turned off the television but still remained
in the same position. Suddenly he got up and ran to the door closing it he
then returned. The curtains being drawn blocked the sun that came through
the window. Ian pulled the cover down on his bed they lay back as he had
been. From his chin to the waistband I touched him up and down. I stopped
for a moment while I watched him open the buttons of the trousers. He never
pulled them open just placed his hand behind his head while I carried
on. His eyes were closed. My fingers this time went from the chin passed
the waistband touching the flesh that had been hidden by the trousers. I
was not sure what I was doing but the course I was taking had a strange
effect on me. "Ian sat up and looked at me. He held my hands. He sat back
still holding them. He rested my hands at the trouser opening. His hands
opened them further. Slowly while he looked into my eyes he pushed my hands
inside the trousers and let go. I could not quite understand what was going
to happen. "Will you take them down and tickle me?" His open trousers only
needed a pull then I could tickle his legs. "If I do what do you want me to
do?" I got no answer. I was going to open them up but Ian took the choice
from me. He pulled them down. My hands were less than 1 inch away from his
private parts. Sticking up, I looked at it. Ian's eyes closed and he
waited. I did not know what to do. Ian pulled his trousers up and did the
buttons up. He came to me wanting a hug. He pushed me back. Ian was in
control of this. He sat on me and opened the buttons of my shirt. When
apart he did what I had been doing. He then unhooked my trousers and opened
his again. I could feel him on top of me. "Do you know now what I want?" I
told him he should tell me.

Ian's small frame lay close when I got the first kiss. I enjoyed that. He
was such a nice boy that I could not do anything that would upset him. I
would play along. I kissed him back. "Will you take your clothes off and
come to bed with me for a while?" I had not been ready for that. I know I
was half undressed by Ian but thought it was harmless. "Look." Ian stood on
the bed and his trousers fell. Kicking them off he sat on me. "Please do
this with me. It will be our secret?"

I sat up holding Ian. He pushed my shirt off, now that I could take it
off. Taking my hand till they held his private parts was just a bit
much. "I do not think we should do this Ian." I watched as Ian got dressed
and left the room. I put my shirt on and tidied up. I made his bed then
went to find him. He in the kitchen head on hands crying hard. "You do not
like me anymore now. I wanted to be with you." I told him I loved him. It
just came out. I do not know why but it seemed the right thing to say. "If
you love me then why could we not be together?" I took his hand and pulled
him to me. "Ian we are together. If it means that much will you let me
think about it?" Ian agreed but wanted an answer soon because his mum got
home at 5pm. It was 11am and I did not have time? Well this boy did have
problems. "His hand rubbed the front of my trousers and the feeling I had
was so nice. For no reason I did it to him. Ian took my hand and we went
back to his room. I lay with him and we kissed and rubbed each other. When
the hand rubbed him he took it and slipped it under the leg of his
shorts. My fingers could feel him hard and soft all at the same time. I
watched when his hand entered my fly opening and twisted my private
parts. The more he did it the more so did I.

Both of us were doing the same to each other. "Can I feel yours properly?"
I never answered yes or no but I saw the hand open my trousers and go under
my briefs. His small hand was now in full contact with me but unable to
hold it fully because it had grown so big. Ian's shorts opened easily. His
boxers pulled forwards and I was holding him. Our arms around each other
gave way to a long kiss and the stiffness we both had came into contact
with each other's. Ian was moving against me. "Think how nice it would be
if we had nothing on?" I had already done that. "Ian lets do it then." I
helped the boy undress letting him stay in his boxers just in case. Ian
undressed me. The briefs and boxers soon went and we both were against each
other again. I found the small but hard penis easy to play with. The skin
was wet from me so moved up and down easily. Ian was shaking. "It's
happening." I knew what "its" meant.

I was about to dress when Ian started on me. He was an expert. With
different strokes it got to the stage when I thought I would have to beg a
young boy to bring me off but it just happened. He watched the spasms and
white fluid cover me but wanted some on himself. His hand was covered and
he rubbed it all over him. He had a towel that we used to clean up. We did
not get up straight away. I felt so guilty with what I had done. Just
before we got up Ian said, "Its not you its me. I wanted you and I did
this. I used to do it with my brother but mum and dad had a fight when we
were caught. Dad took my brother while I stayed here. You are the first
best friend I have had. I will do anything to say thank you." I did
something silly. I told him I should tell his mum what I had done.

 "No never. I will be taken away. That's what mum and dad fought over when
they caught my brother and I doing things. They agreed to split us apart so
we would not be sent away. If you keep this a secret I have a surprise for
you." What would I say, "Clare, your son and I have just had a wank
together?" I got a kiss and thought, what a nice surprise. "Will you help
me dress or shall I stay like this till mum gets home?" I laughed and
helped him dress. We had a good time together in more than one way.

Clare got home tired out. It was clear that this trip had taken so much out
of her as it did whenever she made the effort and took the train there. I
got home and although I had a lot to do my mind was going through what
happened today. Ian had become someone different since out first meeting.
His tenderness had shown the reality of his own feelings. I had become very
confused being that my conduct would have been cause for instant dismissal
in the Army, I expect even more.

Ian was first there on Monday. He had become a good little helper. He was
going to have a friend to stay over tonight so wanted to do so many things
now to make the day pass quickly. It did and I was so grateful. I was
exhausted. The bed saw me coming and fluffed itself up all alone. Next day
at the play scheme Clare wanted to talk to me after the scheme had
ended. She was taking the boys to the cinema but would leave them so she
had some free time. We met up.

"Thanks for coming. I have a problem that I do not know what to do about. I
got the drinks then came back to listen. "The other day Ian had a friend
called Neil to stay the night. It was late after a full night. I went to
check on them. Well the boys were on top of the bed naked doing things." I
hoped she could not see me sweating. "Ian went through this type of thing
with his brother and that is why my husband and I split taking a boy each
for their protection. When I saw them I did not know what to do. I was
going to talk to Neil's parents but decided that I could talk to you
easier." The word "Experimenting," is easy to say. However it's hard for a
parent who has a blocked mind about simple sexuality to understand. I did
try to say that at the boys' age it was simple fun and part of everyday
life when boys are growing up but that did not seem to be good enough. I
took a different stance. "You have to admit that if Ian is trying to find
himself then its better with his friend rather than a girl who turns up on
the doorstep after a while to say the Ian is the father of her baby due in
7 months. Between you and me I went through a phase like that and it did
not last long but life is like a jigsaw puzzle and what happened is just
another piece"

Clare agreed with all I said but did not think he could become a father
yet. "If he had a father there would be someone he could talk to. He is
alone. I wonder would you speak to him? He has become very close to you and
I trust what you could do for him. I have to see my father this weekend so
I was going to ask?" I said I would. The boys came back claiming to have
been the critical pair in the destruction of the goodies who had been
against the baddies. Normal children's film for a Saturday morning or early
evening. I went to the pub. I never drunk a lot but theses days it seemed I
was being asked more and more of myself.

The week went off quite well, this included a visit to the zoo. We lost 3
boys and 2 girls whom I thought I saw in a monkey cage. The children were
just there own mad selves. It took a while but we all got beck together. We
had a picnic and took great pleasure in watching the train of elephants
cross the grass for a wash. Like most kids the sight of Elephant poo made
their day giving great descriptive stories while the coach took them
home. I forgot to mention, today I met Neil. The friend of Ian. He was a
mixture of black and white. He was neat and tidy with a football strip of a
top team I think. No accent he just spoke clear and happy. He did not join
in the elephant chat because kids at school called him poo face because of
his colour. We spoke about the Army. His brother was going in to the
service he thought he might go into it as well.

When we got back Ian asked me if Neil could come and play at his house. I
told him that he would be coming to my house the next day. "You might get
the chance to call him." I told Clare that if she was serious about me
talking to Ian then He could come to my house. I collected him early and
said that rather than her hurry take some time with her father and Ian can
sleep overnight.

Clare left while I took Ian with me. We met up with Neil. Ian asked him to
stay overnight with us. Neil's father was fine about it. We took a cab to
my house and went in. Everyone relaxed. "This is hard boys but I know you
slept over last weekend. I also know something you don't. Ian your mum saw
you both with no clothes on and told me. She said that she was going to
tell Neil's parents." Neil went mad. "They will kill me. I have to stop
her."

"Neil I have by saying that I would talk to you. I wont say anything at
all. How long did you and Ian sleep like that?" It was quiet. "About as
long as you and I did." Said Ian. "What, do you and Ian do things
together?" I smiled at him. "It just happened and yes it was fun." Well
there you have it. I had said it for the first time. I had enjoyed doing
things with Ian. I had thought about the young cadets who I trained and
none of those made me feel like Ian did. One night they all got drunk and
tried to jump me. One ended up in my bed but that was drunken fun and
Childs play. The cadet was 15 and we all made fun of him because he dressed
in bright purple vest and briefs.

So I was sitting trying to establish who the boys were and just how they
had got into my life. There was I sitting on a chair with both boys on the
floor. Each had their feet either side off me. I held a sock covered foot
while we spoke. "So how comes you were seen on bed together without your
clothes?" It seemed that the boys had just finished a shower and had yet to
get dressed. I took a sock off each. "If I believe you are telling me a lie
then I will tickle your foot." "Please do not tell my parents." Said
Neil. Ian got up and sat next to me. "We were just having fun."

I promised not to say anything. Neil got to the other side and he hugged
and thanked me. "My brother who is older than me lets me in his bed if I am
good. We do what Ian and I did. Its nice and we never tell." Now I did the
wrong thing. I took Neil's shorts and opened them. He looked at me while I
opened them to see a brown pair of y-fronts with white edgings all the way
around. Ian took his socks off and closed the curtains. Soon the boys sat
with me in nothing but their underwear. Ian's boxers were green. Standing
side by side I held them tight. Ian whispered, "You want me nude? Or do you
want Neil?" Again the words that I never believed would happen just popped
out. "What about both of you?"

Taking a hand from each I took them both to my bedroom to relax. I had a
large bed, big enough for us all. Individually I lifted each boy on the
bed. Ian was the first to be stripped completely followed by Neil. Neither
minded. I was between them enjoying the feeling I was giving and getting.
Neil was soft so my fingers took a gentle stoke of him. The skin between
his legs sent shivers through him. Ian was undressing me. After a while
Neil watched as Ian kissed like I remembered. Different hand got to my
clothes and carried on from where Ian had left. The only thing that
separated us was my shorts. Ian took Neil's hand and pushed it into the
shorts. He held me. Ian pulled my shorts so that I could see what Neil was
doing. Now we were all naked and sexually stimulated.

I watched while the two boys got together. They kissed and fondled like I
had never witnessed before. Neil's back was against me while Ian squeezed
against him. Neil held my penis while he was becoming more and more excited
as time went on. "You can have a laugh now. In this whole story my name has
never been mentioned. I got use to Sarg but when Neil said. "Chris do what
you do best?" I was confused. My name is Duncan. Neil was pushing back so
that he guided my penis to the hole in the cheeks of his bottom. "Chris
stick it in. Hard." Ian looked over as Neil pushed back. He rubbed Neil
hard. I was inside Neil keeping dead still. Neil did all the work. I looked
at Ian rubbing Neil and the excitement he aroused in him. Neil was bigger
than Ian, He managed to expel 3 drips that ran down Ian's fingers before I
could not hold back. I was so ashamed. Neil rubbed Ian and I watched his
convulses after several hard rubs.

When all was calm I found out that Chris was Neil's 13-year-old brother. He
said he was sorry. I said I was sorry and that this was all wrong. Ian had
the logical answer. "How can something that feels so good be wrong?" We lay
together for about an hour. We never got dressed just put the briefs or
boxers on. I made food and after watching television we all slept together.

I had to explain to Clare what had happened so made up the story as if the
boys had just showered. "It was all innocent." She was relieved. At the end
of the scheme I had to meet with the governors and welfare about funding
for the next holiday. That went well. I was invited to take a weekend camp
for the army cadets. I had time and the money was great so I accepted.
Getting geared up again was strange. I had been given charge of the 24
cadets so was made a captain. I got to the camp and met the other young
officers who were to take charge of their groups. When the busses arrived
it was funny to see the children who were determined to be soldiers. We
packed them off to unload and I gave a speech in the main hall about what
would be required. Strange thing to say but I was feeling like a normal
officer all over again.

I was to look after group 4 and the problem cases. The first week went very
well but then some boys got to big for they're for boots.3 boys had to be
disciplined. That evening I met the problem boys. For 2 they got 2 hours of
guard duty while the rest had a disco. The worst boy took a test to see if
he was still cut out to be a soldier. Christopher Nurian. Almost 14. He had
been bulling the younger boys and almost hit one. I read his file and
understood why.

After the salute I made him sit. I read the riot act with threats of
sending him home. He was upset but was still sure that he could be a future
soldier. We talked for a long time. I asked him three very important
questions that he was to think about for 30 minutes then return with the
answers. After the salute he was about to leave. " Chris do what you do
best." He looked at me. "Is there anything else cadet? I held out a
letter. "Chris stick it in the box please." Chris never left. "How do you
know?"

Chris looked through the window. "Sir how do you know?" I never answered. I
mumbled "You miss Neil?" Chris fell to the ground. "Cadet come sit down
near the fire." I left the room to tell the others what action I had taken
I even told them Chris would serve punishment by becoming my runner for the
rest of the week. "Wipe his name off the activities until you hear
different from me."

I returned to the hut and saw Chris shaking with tears. I covered him with
a blanket. "We need to talk?" Chris asked me how I knew about him and what
will this do to stop him getting in the Army. I told him the truth but
thought he was a bit to young to worry and I would not say a word. Chris
wanted to know why he was being so lucky. I told him that if he behaved as
an adult from tomorrow then things do get forgotten. I could see a smile
stretch across his face. It was the biggest I had seen in ages. "I want you
to tell me what you and Neil do. Look I am taking my jacket off so all what
is spoken about remains in this room."

Chris never held back he told me everything. Some of the things I know
would get him kicked out. "What do you do if Neil is not there have you got
a friend?" Chris cried his way through his loneliness. His heart had found
it hard to find a friend. Even the people here could not get on with
him. The Army was a step to find happiness. "I would be part of a team who
did not know me so it would be a fresh start." It was strange to see a boy
so unhappy. I had read the rulebook about camp cadets and nowhere did it
say that kindness was not to be shown. I walked to him. He helped me make a
hot drink. Together we sat near the fire talking. He was still shaking so
an arm around the shoulder seemed appropriate. Leaning against me I stroked
his face. "Take that Jacket off." Chris did. He returned to me. I never
looked at him when I tugged his shirt out of his trousers. I got up double
locking the door and flicking a sign that read "Patrolling."

I went back to him turning the light out on the way.  It was a struggle to
unlace his boots but when they were off with his socks I could feel a
difference. I held the bottom of his shirt and his arms raised. The shirt
came off. "Now Chris I need to know if you want me to carry on?" The arms
around me gave the answer, I was gentle with his trousers. The button
opened. The zip was down in one move. I tugged and they dropped to his
ankles. In the uniform he was like any other but without it he was special.
I held the bottoms so that he could lift each foot out. I had before me
this boy of 13 wearing blue briefs and showing excitement inside them.

Taking Chris to the bed being seen only by the firelight had my hand
slipped back into his briefs. His smooth arse was magnetic. I pulled the
briefs down to leave him naked. He lay in the bed and watched me as he did
his brother undress. Down to my shorts Chris reached to slip them down. We
were together. I could never really understand till that moment why men
found some boys as beautiful as the statue of David. Chris had no blemishes
and no hairs. I was surprised as he was almost 14. His coffee coloured skin
was mixed with cream so that the look was erotic itself. I held his
erection while he did the same. The butterfly kisses were sensuous. Our
eyelashes touched while the kisses got stronger . I wanted him to be as
anxious as I felt, but he was gentle. His lips covered my body. Sucking as
if a straw he took me. "Do what you know best Chris." I collapsed as he
continued to suck. It was going to last all night. I wanted to do something
so reached for his penis that was begging to be touched. I knew I was going
to cum. So did Chris. He held tight while I filled his mouth. Swallowing
the final drop a thin warm jet of fluid run up my arm. After several
smaller shots the deed was finished. Taking his penis I licked it clear, I
never believed that I could do such a thing. Chris and I held each other
far different than Ian or Neil. That night we both managed 4 time to show
how each other made us feel. I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke Chris
had gone but his briefs had been left behind.

Chris had run away knowing that gay boys could not make it in the army
unless they fucked their commanding officer. I had a lot of explaining to
do. Chris left a letter saying he was off to see the world. His parents
thought this might happen. His father said he was too feminine to be in the
army. "Chris knew what he could do best. I tried to teach him but it
clearly was the wrong things. I began to wonder.

Neil and his family continued to search for Chris going all over the
country. He wrote a letter to us all from Holland saying how happy he
was. He would come home but only when his heart found what it had been
looking for. "It almost happened once but I would have hurt others and I
could not be so selfish."

I got a call from the hospital that Clare visited. "The time has come." I
did not know her father but she clearly wanted me there. It took 3 hours to
get there but I had troubles finding her. I mentioned her name and was
taken to a room. It was Clare who was dying, not her father. She had been
getting treatment for Cancer and it had failed, "I am glad you came. No
time to talk just take this." I held her hand while she took her last
breath.

"Duncan please look after my son. The child welfare have met you and it's
arranged. My ex husband does not want him but I can see that you are the
best of friends. He is waiting in room 7." As I went in he ran to me. "I am
alone now." The woman waiting with Ian asked me if I would take care of
Ian. We hugged so that gave her a reply. She gave me a form that was all
signed. I took Ian back to my home. That night we were together as one for
the first time. I was the man chosen by everyone from the play scheme
governors, officials and Ian's mum. No one knew that the man was a boy
lover who had broken out of his shell all they wanted was a caring person
for the boy. We did become one. I taught him to be good and learn how to
live a decent life. About us, well we called upon the other when needed.
After several months I managed to get Ian in a great school and I lived
watching him become the man his mother would have been proud of. The day
Ian cum for the first time caused so much mess that we had no need for
further love of that kind. Ian is going to become a policeman. Well he said
that after I almost drowned him through playing in the bath.

The one thing I do know is that Ian loves me as much as I him. I hope that
one-day love will be made easier than it is nowadays. Chris is still
searching like many children. Boys have a hard time. When they find a man
who can help the men are labelled and the boys are treated without privacy.

It started off as Sergeant babysitter and now very soon it could be General
babysitter.


                                The End


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