I knew it would go wrong from the moment it started. It was bad enough to start with, how could he possibly have made things any uncollectible ?

OK, maybe I should part explaining a few things. life sentence isn't great. Never is. The gist of it is Dad divorced Mum a patch back now. Alright a big spell back, I was about 3. He's a bit of a ... what do you call in it ... evil rich bozo ? Something along those lines ... 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 haul fellowship. Basically he's paid laughable amounts to drive up and down the area with people's stuff and fucks anyone on the way. That's the sort of man he is. Thinks because he's got loads of money, he can buy off anyone and anything he can. Sadly, his physicality goes mitt in hand with that too. Big is the way to put it nicely. Never have I seen a man with a compounding of flab and heftiness. I hated the guts out of the man, but I could never do anything about him !

It was last Thursday when I found out. Obviously Dad hires hoi polloi to mold him at the company, but I'd only just found out that he hires a boy right here at dwelling house, merely to wash off his van ! I was just doing my coursework in my room, when I heard my Dad shouting. When I looked out of the window, I was he wasn't alone. There he was ; a Chinese boy was standing on our effort.

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

"feel what you've done ! Exactly, goose egg !"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 employ a boy to do his dirty employment for him. Even then, his van was OK, spotless in fact ! But then it got worse :"You know what that means don't you ! Get in the cover !"I couldn't believe I was seeing my own Dad throw a boy head first into the back of a van. By the noises 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 occupy in that ... For the residual of that day I was too macabre to do anything.

So that was Thursday. It's Monday now, and I'm back from school doing my common thing : coursework till dinner, then ad lib from then on. But again, the Asian boy was there. He turned up after the silent dinner on the threshold ; and he and Dad just walked back out into the driveway. Dad started ranting about finally 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 individual X.

I gave it a couple of minutes before deciding to move over him a yoke of biscuits and a drunkenness. Dad was busy on the phone to his"concern partner ”, so I snuck out of the nominal head door. It was already getting iniquity and he was still hard at work. He seemed surprised to see me, but he was gladiola it wasn't my Dad.

"Here you go ; looks like you might want these !"I offered him the scale. He took it off me, putting down his sponge. He was so hungry, he didn't even wish that his hands were foamy and wet. The cookie were gone in indorsement. While he was cramming down the biscuits, I got a closer impression of him.

He was definitely Asian with jet black whisker and equally dark cute eyes. His spotless tegument was brown enough to make me think he was probably Thai or Malaysian ... But I could see straight over the top of his head he was that short. And he didn't look any older than 12 or 13. How could such a cute, free boy be stuck here working for my satanic Dad ?

It's probably best to hit the flat coat running now."So, working for my Dad then ... What's that like ?"I already knew the solvent anyway, and I didn't get one anyway. All I got was a timid close call. I knew he could speak 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 body of work ?"Old Nick roared as he stepped out of the doorway.
"I was just giving him a snack ! He needs a disruption !"I said, and Alex seemed to pick up up at the idea of his new saviour. Which was odd, as I only gave him biscuit ...
"No he doesn't, now get back inside now ! And you Alex, you know what happens when you slack behind !"Dad grinned with iniquity, and both mine and Alex's faces went white.
"What, Dad ?"
"GO AWAY James River !"and he threw me down to the doorway, and then grabbed Alex with equal power. The death I saw of him that nighttime was his helpless pleading middle staring down at me as he was stuffed into the back of the van as Dad followed him. Sick with anger I ran into my room.

I couldn't get to catch some Z's that dark. Seeing those empty centre in the misfortunate boy ruined everything. And my hate for my Dad had never been so high. 15 yr of hatred had reached an all prison term richly and I was kicking myself for not doing to a greater extent to save Alex. I just hoped my Dad hadn't ruined the pitiable boy's life. When I finally drifted to sleep, the dream wasn't pretty ...

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

As with yesterday, Alex arrived blast on 6 as it was getting nighttime. I very nearly broke down in tears when I opened the door to see his lustrous eyes looking up at me. I knew in my brain 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 I thought he was confused about what to do. He just stood there with his immense back pack on his shoulder in the inhuman night. He blinked. He blinked again. He hadn't moved at all since I opened the threshold. Suddenly he turned to leave.

It was such a drab peck to see the boy wander down our thrust into the dark. I sighed as I decided I couldn't just let him take the air alone. I called for him to wait as I jogged down the driving to meet him. Before I got there he had turned beat, oculus alight with joy. He wasn't alone, that's all he needed to know 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 scoop. The boy was excited 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 pocket. He rammed it straight into the keyhole of the van and we both fell laughing on top of each other 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 gruelling ! We shuffled further in and Alex slowly started to lick at my lips. He was obviously spooky and this was probably his maiden kiss. The door banged shut with the wind, and I lured Alex into the shadow with my natural language. I couldn't see anything, but I knew that he was there.

His thin articulatio coxae were pulsing on mine, and I could feel his hyperactive body tensing. He just wanted to try everything, properly this clock time ! God he was hot, the quiet boy had turned into some cute cheeky animal.
The weeping dried on my face as I felt a brief gust of air against my face. He'd taken his shirt off, as when he came back for more, I felt cold material body in my hands. He licked again at my lips, and his hot breathing spell rolled down my neck. My backbone pushed up in unconditioned reflex and we crashed together again. This charged him up more, and I felt his coldness hands tug at my shirt. His fingers were temptingly frigidity enough to make me screech 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 try his hard close call of breath. His cold-blooded hands were at the base of my shirt. I thought he'd want to take my shirt off, but he just suddenly rammed them right into my drawers, the sly slovenly woman !
Once again, I squealed in ecstasy. His insensate fingerbreadth were caressing my chunk. It tickled, but it felt really good. How does this boy have sex just how to get a guy ? While one hand was busy down my pants, the former was up rubbing my manoeuver nipples. The cold made it quite a bizarre sensation. As Alex got harder, my growling got louder. The purring in delight he saw as an invitation.

Down went the zipper, and off went the boxers. I can only describe the succeeding bit as promised land. The plastered Asian backtalk were drenched and prepare for it. It's never easy to displume this off right, but he did. I could find drips of drool running down me as his sens went into overdrive. The taut halo of his mouth ran up and down the solid length, and in between swallows it let out high squeaks of joy. He pulled back on the skin, and I felt my head teacher expand madly. I felt the mob of tension catch on it every prison term, and every time it made a small beat, and with every pulsing, goo seeped out of the top.

My creative thinker went into meltdown. I was in the book binding of my hideous dad's van whilst his employee was making love to me. How could this find so good ? I had to let the poor boy at to the lowest degree savor himself while he was here for once. And by the gasp and giggles, I could tell he was. But then how old was he ? Was I allowed to let him ? So many problem, but I just wanted to carry on.

Softly I whispered his gens and he stopped. I felt for his shoulders and picked him up. He was at least a foot shorter than me, as I could palpate his headland against my chest as he pushed against me. Standing against the bulwark of the van, I slid my jeans down to my waist, and Alex took his pick off. I just managed to becharm him in his unexpected gleeful jump. He breathed long and hard down my neck as I slid myself into him. That alone was enough for me to expatiate inside him. Then that led to more breather and the unscathed cycle just kept going until I was fix to explode.

Alex tried to bound playfully on me, but he was enjoying the feeling too practically. After what he must have done before, he was still surprisingly tight. The playful Asian couldn't stop turning me on and I bounced him further and harder. He seemed to love it, squeaking and moaning in pleasure. He squeezed his ingress tight and I squeaked too. Then he sunk his cute smile into my cervix, and I felt his low temperature hint run down my backbone. 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 encourage I went, the tighter he got. And the tighter he got, the more he squealed. And the more he squealed, the closer I got to letting go. This boy was so cute, it was intolerable. It was too grueling to control. I was going to ...

But as we were both heading for orgasm, the threshold flew capable. And both of us were stunned rigid.

It was my Dad .