Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2002 00:34:41 EST
From: DH2@aol.com
Subject: The New Dad  part 6

The New Dad
Part 6

This story written by DH2

This story may contain teen/teen or teen/adult male consensual sex if this
not something you wish to read than DON'T. IF you are under the legal age
of consent, stop reading now. This is for adults only! YEA RIGHT. This is a
story fabricated by me and is only a story. Thanks to Nifty for their
continued support in posting this story. Also a special thanks to Orrin
Rush for his special e-mail, it motivated me to finish this chapter.


Ryan, age 9, Cody, age 13, Paul, 14, Bob, 24.


The Close of My Old Life

Ryan:
I faded off to sleep as Dad applied the lotion. Dreaming of my new life
and what could happen to me in the future.
	When I woke to the new day on Friday, it was with a feeling of dread. I
knew that tonight was to be the calling hours at the funeral home for my Mom and
Dad. The day continued smoothly with me helping my new Dad with some minor house
cleaning. I was feeling a lot less pain, the pain was more bearable and I seemed
to need less pain medication. I played the game system for an hour and then took
a nap at Dads suggestion after lunch was done. Cody and Paul came home and I sat
down with them to do my weekend homework assignments. Paul helped me with some
of my history homework that I couldn't understand. Dad had supper cooking and
everything seemed to be going smoothly. Paul, Cody, and I play a board game for
an hour before supper was ready. I was having a hard time concentrating on the
game. My new Dad called us to supper, but I didn't have any appetite. I picked
at my food until it was gone to my new Dads satisfaction. Paul and Cody cleared
the table and headed to their rooms. Dad took my hand and led me to my room and
picked out a set of clothes for me to wear. My new Dad helped me dress and then
went to his room to get himself ready. The clothes that were picked were all
lose fitting so that I would have no trouble with them irritating my cuts and
bruises. I went down stairs and found Paul and Cody dressed and waiting to
leave. Dad came into the den and gave me a hug, he told me that this night and
tomorrow morning were going to be extremely difficult and that Paul, Cody and
himself would do all they could to get me through this ordeal. We all got into
the car and drove to the funeral home. When we arrived, Mr. Black, the director
showed us into the room where the coffins were that contained my Mom and Dad.
The coffins were identical, closed. One of the coffins had a picture of my Mom
on top of it, the other had a picture of my Dad. Mr. Black explained that due to
damage to both of my parents, there could not be open caskets. He had prepared
them to the best of his ability, but it was not to be. Mr. Black told me that it
was best to remember my parents on one of the fun filled days when they were
alive. I told him that I understood and would try. Cody wrapped his arm around
me and gave me a hug. I had tears running down my face and I hadn't been here
for ten minutes. Friends of my parents started arriving. I stood to greet them
one by one with the constant support of at least one member of my new family. My
new Dad talked to everyone. I wanted to run and hide, I didn't want to be here
any more. The line of people finally stopped and then it really hit me. I
started crying and couldn't control myself. Two closed caskets were all that
remained of my old life. I tried to remember the good times that we had over the
years. Cody and Paul each took me by an arm and walked me to the car outside.
Paul got in the back seat on one side and then Cody pushed me in to the middle,
with him following me. They both hugged me and tried to calm me down, buckling
my seat belt in the process. I rested my head on Cody's shoulder still crying. I
don't remember the drive to my new home. I do remember that Paul got out of the
car to open the front door of the house and that my new Dad picked me up off the
back seat and carried me to the house. My new Dad sat down on the couch and held
me in his lap while I continued to cry. Paul brought a glass of water and my
medications. I also remember that there were three tablets tonight. The last
thing that I remember is a hug from Cody and Paul, telling me that they would
always be there for me. I don't remember being put in bed that night and I never
woke up until eight o'clock Saturday morning. I woke up in my boxers, to find
that Paul was sleeping next to me with a protective arm across my shoulders.
Someone had taken the time to undress me for bed. I started thinking of what
this day would bring and had to get out of bed. I didn't want to wake Paul up
with my crying, if I started again. I went to the bathroom and took a shower
hoping that would help me feel better. I couldn't stop thinking of my parents. I
thought that I was starting to go crazy. I completed my shower and grabbed a
pair of clean boxers to put on. I made my way to the kitchen and pour myself a
bowl of cereal. I sat at the table staring at the bowl, when my new Dad came in
and gave me a hug. My new Dad got his morning coffee and sat down next to me to
drink it. I slowly ate my cereal and he drank his coffee. When I was done with
the cereal I placed my dish in the sink and went back to my new Dad. I hugged
him and he picked me and placed me on his lap. We talked quietly until Paul and
Cody came in to get breakfast. My new family talked about everything except the
funeral to come. Dad gave me my medicine to take and told me that we need to get
dressed to leave. I sat in the chair unable to move knowing that this was the
hardest and final thing to do. Dad helped me into a black suit, white shirt with
black tie. Black shoes and white socks. I looked in the mirror and knew that my
mother would have smiled to see me dressed like this. I quietly went to the den
to wait for the rest of my new family. Paul and Cody came into the room dressed
identically to me. Both boys told me that I looked good and I told them that
they both looked great. My new Dad came into the room and Paul whistled at him.
My new Dad was dressed just like us but he was a complete knockout. Dad looked
at my new brothers and me and told us that this day would be very hard on us
all. Paul and Cody had lost their own parents not long ago and gone though the
same traumatic events. They now were reliving that event. Now, I had to do this
one final piece of the puzzle, and my new family would help in all the ways
possible. They all looked at me, my new Dad said, "many think that a boy
shouldn't cry, don't let that stop you today. This is the most difficult thing
to do in the world. Burying your parents no matter how old you are is not easy.
I will be crying with you, so don't feel that you can't cry. Paul and Cody, this
day will bring back memories that you have tried to forget, for that I am sorry,
but we need to do this as a family. It is time to get this over and done. The
final chapter has to be finished in your Moms and Dads lives on our earth." We
went to the car and all three of us boys got into the back seat. We arrived at
the funeral home and Mr. Black said that all was ready. Friends of Mom and Dad
started arriving and the service started. I watched as the caskets were placed
in the hearses. My new family was led to a waiting limousine for the ride to the
cemetery. The graves were side by side and a tarp was erected to shield us from
the rain if started. I watched as the coffins were placed on the lifts for their
lowering. I listened to the minister as he spoke of my parents and how they were
leaving me behind. I heard him say that they were going to a better place. My
thoughts were that Mom was definitely going to Heaven, Dad could be going to
visit the devil. My hatred for what he had done to me and my mother kept me from
a complete breakdown for a while today. I had thought that my feelings could get
no worse than they already were, but I was wrong. The Minister finished his
sermon and look over at me. My new Dad handed me a single yellow rose and led me
to Moms coffin. I watched as my new family each placed a single rose on Mom's
coffin and then it was my turn. I placed the rose on the top and watched as the
coffins were both lowered into the earth. I couldn't stand it anymore, I felt my
knees start to buckle and I was sure that I would soon be on the ground. I felt
the hands and strength of my new Dad as he picked me up as I started to
collapse. I hugged him tight as I cried, for the loss of my parents, the
inexcusable insanity of my father, and the fact that now I must continue my life
without the one person I wanted the most, my mother. My new Dad carried me to
the limousine and we were taken back to the funeral home, where we got into
Dad's car and went back to my new home. When we reached the house Dad parked the
car and got out, opened the house door and came back to find not one, but three
crying boys waiting for him. Dad helped Paul from the car and picked me up and
told Cody to come along. Dad watched as Cody got out of the car and closed the
door behind him. We all went to the den and settled on the couch in a tight
huddle. Nothing was said for an hour, we just sat there and cried while we were
holding each other. The time had come to start the new chapter and my new life,
with my New Dad and brothers


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Thanks to all that have e-mail me. This chapter may be short but was the most
difficult for me to write in this story. I have been told that people would love
another forty chapters. I don't see that happening but this is not the end, this
is a new beginning for Ryan and I promise a happier chapter to come. I must
think about where to take this story so please be patient, I am taking this
story one chapter at a time. The next chapter will be later this week. To the
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