I knew it would go legal injury from the here and now it started. It was bad enough to start with, how could he possibly have made affair any worse ?

OK, maybe I should start explaining a few thing. Life isn't great. Never is. The heart and soul of it is Dad divorced Mum a while back now. Alright a big spell back, I was about 3. He's a bit of a ... what do you prognosticate it ... evil rich puss ? Something along those telephone circuit ... So he bribed off the solicitors, my Mum's never allowed to see me again and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with just super van man for company.

Dad's got this stupid haulage fellowship. Basically he's paid farcical amounts to force back up and down the commonwealth with the great unwashed's stuff and nonsense and fucking anyone on the way. That's the sort of man he is. Thinks because he's got freight of money, he can buy off anyone and anything he can. Sadly, his physicality goes deal in bridge player with that too. Big is the way to put it nicely. Never have I seen a man with a combination of flab and muscularity. I hated the bowel out of the man, but I could never do anything about him !

It was end Thursday when I found out. Obviously Dad hires people to work him at the troupe, but I'd only just found out that he hires a boy right here at home, merely to wash his van ! I was just doing my coursework in my room, when I heard my Dad shouting. When I looked out of the windowpane, I was he wasn't alone. There he was ; a Chinese boy was standing on our drive.

From up in my room, there wasn't much to assure. For all I knew, at the time he could give just cycled into our gate by accident. But my fears were realised when I heard Dad shrieking at him :

"feel what you've done ! Exactly, zilch !"I never realised that before, Dad always used to take his van to the garage to be cleaned. But I'd never imagined that he'd hire a boy to do his dirty study for him. Even then, his van was fine, spotless in fact ! But then it got worse :"You know what that means don't you ! Get in the back !"I couldn't believe I was seeing my own Dad throw a boy head first into the back of a van. By the noise and movements that came next, I knew what evil my Dad was doing. I knew that Dad had divorced Mum, but I never thought he'd even be interested in that ... For the ease of that day I was too sick to do anything.

So that was Thursday. It's Monday now, and I'm back from schooling doing my usual thing : coursework till dinner party, then ad lib from then on. But again, the Asiatic boy was there. He turned up after the silent dinner on the doorstep ; and he and Dad just walked back out into the driveway. Dad started ranting about cobbler's last time and then came storming back in.

As he finished his tea, I asked him :
"So who was that then ?"
"Never you mind !"Nice talking to you too ... Looks like I'll have to find another way of knowing somebody X.

I gave it a couple of minutes before deciding to give him a pair of biscuit and a drink. Dad was busy on the phone to his"business mate ”, so I snuck out of the nominal head door. It was already getting dark and he was still hard at work. He seemed storm to see me, but he was glad it wasn't my Dad.

"Here you go ; looks like you might need these !"I offered him the collection plate. He took it off me, putting down his sponge. He was so hungry, he didn't even care that his script were foamy and wet. The biscuit were gone in endorsement. While he was cramming down the biscuits, I got a nigh mental picture of him.

He was definitely Asiatic with jet black haircloth and equally wickedness cute eyes. His spotless skin was brown enough to make me recall he was probably Tai or Malaysian ... But I could see straight over the top of his head he was that forgetful. And he didn't look any previous than 12 or 13. How could such a cute, innocent boy be stuck here working for my infernal Dad ?

It's probably best to hit the ground running now."So, working for my Dad then ... What's that like ?"I already knew the answer anyway, and I didn't get one anyway. All I got was a timid squeak. I knew he could mouth side from the hideous outbursts I'd heard before. But then I realised what the squeak was for.

"Henry James ? Get back inside ! What are you doing interfering with Alex's workplace ?"Satan roared as he stepped out of the door.
"I was just giving him a snack ! He needs a break !"I said, and Alex seemed to pick up up at the musical theme of his new saviour. Which was odd, as I only gave him biscuits ...
"No he doesn't, now get back inside now ! And you Alex, you know what happens when you slack behind !"Dad grinned with wickedness, and both mine and Alex's faces went white.
"What, Dad ?"
"GO AWAY Henry James !"and he threw me down to the door, and then grabbed Alex with equal force. The death I saw of him that nighttime was his helpless pleading eyes staring down at me as he was stuffed into the spine of the van as Dad followed him. Sick with anger I ran into my room.

I couldn't get to sleep that night. Seeing those void heart in the short boy ruined everything. And my hatred for my Dad had never been so high. 15 years of hate had reached an all clip high and I was kicking myself for not doing to a greater extent to save Alex. I just hoped my Dad hadn't ruined the poor boy's life. When I finally drifted to sleep, the ambition wasn't pretty ...

Tues evening, the thought were still in my head. Thankfully my Dad was down at the pub for some random get-together with his dude pug-faced bald hideously fat alcoholic. dinner was ironically chicken chow-mien and I tried to rinse away the nightmare with some TV.

As with yesterday, Alex arrived bang on 6 as it was getting dark. I very nearly broke down in teardrop when I opened the doorway to see his bright eyes looking up at me. I knew in my mind exactly what he'd gone through, and you could see what it had done to him emotionally. He didn't speak so I said :
"Erm, I'm sorry Alex. Dad's gone down to the pub tonight ; I don't think he'll need you."I tried to say in between sniffs.

At first off I thought he was confused about what to do. He just stood there with his huge back pack on his shoulders in the cold dark. He blinked. He blinked again. He hadn't moved at all since I opened the doorway. Suddenly he turned to leave.

It was such a sorry sight to see the boy wander down our drive into the nighttime. I sighed as I decided I couldn't just let him walk alone. I called for him to wait as I jogged down the crusade to meet him. Before I got there he had turned round, centre alight with joy. He wasn't alone, that's all he needed to live for him to do it.
When I got there I was surprised to find myself pushed right into the back of the van. Alex had thrown himself at me and was fumbling in his sac. The boy was frantic with movement and was pushing me ever harder against the cold metal.

"Hey ! What are you doing ?"I dared to ask, when he got a key out of his sac. He rammed it straight into the keyhole of the van and we both fell laughing on top of each former into the van. Then I knew what he was up to.

For such a cute boy, he knew what he was doing. Maybe that was Dad's fault. But don't think about him now, you're getting hard ! We shuffled further in and Alex slowly started to clobber at my rim. He was obviously nervous and this was probably his first kiss. The door banged shut with the farting, and I lured Alex into the darkness with my spit. I couldn't see anything, but I knew that he was there.

His thin rose hip were pulsing on mine, and I could find his overactive trunk tensing. He just wanted to try everything, properly this time ! God he was hot, the serenity boy had turned into some cute cheeky animal.
The tears dried on my face as I felt a legal brief blast of air against my face. He'd taken his shirt off, as when he came back for more, I felt cold flesh in my deal. He licked again at my lips, and his hot breath rolled down my neck. My back pushed up in inborn reflex and we crashed together again. This charged him up more, and I felt his coldness script tug at my shirt. His digit were temptingly cold enough to make me squeak in joy.

I couldn't see what he was going to do next. All I knew is that he wasn't kissing me. I just felt his two hands on my body. And I could only hear his operose squeaks of breath. His cold script were at the radical of my shirt. I thought he'd wish to take my shirt off, but he just suddenly rammed them right into my boxers, the sly hussy !
Once again, I squealed in ecstasy. His cold fingers were caressing my balls. It tickled, but it felt really good. How does this boy know just how to get a guy ? While one bridge player was busy down my trouser, the early was up rubbing my pointed mammilla. The cold made it quite a outre sensation. As Alex got harder, my growling got louder. The purring in delight he saw as an invitation.

Down went the slide fastener, and off went the boxers. I can only depict the adjacent bit as heaven. The compressed Asian brim were drenched and fix for it. It's never easy to tear this off right, but he did. I could feel drip mold of drool running down me as his senses went into overdrive. The cockeyed ring of his lip ran up and down the whole length, and in between swallows it let out high-pitched squeaker of joy. He pulled back on the cutis, and I felt my head expand madly. I felt the ring of stress collar on it every time, and every time it made a little impulse, and with every pulse, goo seeped out of the top.

My intellect went into meltdown. I was in the rear of my horrific dad's van whilst his employee was making love to me. How could this sense so dependable ? I had to let the poor boy at to the lowest degree savour himself while he was here for once. And by the gasps and giggles, I could tell he was. But then how old was he ? Was I allowed to let him ? So many job, but I just wanted to bear on.

Softly I whispered his name and he stopped. I felt for his shoulders and picked him up. He was at least a foot forgetful than me, as I could finger his foreland against my chest as he pushed against me. Standing against the wall of the van, I slid my jeans down to my waist, and Alex took his cleanse off. I just managed to bewitch him in his unexpected jubilant jump. He breathed long and hard down my neck as I slid myself into him. That alone was enough for me to amplify inside him. Then that led to more breaths and the whole oscillation just kept going until I was prepare to detonate.

Alex tried to bounce playfully on me, but he was enjoying the feeling too much. After what he must have done before, he was still surprisingly crocked. The playful Asian couldn't check turning me on and I bounced him further and harder. He seemed to love it, squeaking and moaning in delight. He squeezed his entrance tight and I squeaked too. Then he sunk his cute grinning into my neck, and I felt his cold breathing place run down my back. But I also felt crying. Had I been too tough ? Surely not as bad as my Dad ...

Thankfully, he started growling, so he was still enjoying it. So I carried on. The further I went, the tighter he got. And the tighter he got, the more he squealed. And the more he squealed, the finisher I got to letting go. This boy was so cute, it was unbearable. It was too hard to moderate. I was going to ...

But as we were both heading for coming, the doorway flew exposed. And both of us were stunned rigid.

It was my Dad .