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

OK, maybe I should start explaining a few thing. Life isn't capital. Never is. The burden of it is Dad divorced Mum a while back now. Alright a big piece back, I was about 3. He's a bit of a ... what do you call it ... evil rich twat ? Something along those lines ... So he bribed off the canvasser, 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 dolt haulage company. Basically he's paid ridiculous sum of money to drive up and down the country with the great unwashed's stuff and fucks anyone on the way. That's the sort of man he is. Thinks because he's got scads of money, he can buy off anyone and anything he can. Sadly, his physicality goes paw in hand with that too. Big is the way to put it nicely. Never have I seen a man with a combination of flab and brawn. I hated the intestine out of the man, but I could never do anything about him !

It was lastly Thursday when I found out. Obviously Dad hires people to work him at the society, but I'd only just found out that he hires a boy right here at dwelling house, merely to moisten 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 separate. For all I knew, at the time he could have just cycled into our gate by accident. But my concern were realised when I heard Dad shrieking at him :

"Look what you've done ! Exactly, nothing !"I never realised that before, Dad always used to take his van to the service department to be cleaned. But I'd never imagined that he'd hire a boy to do his dirty work 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 dorsum !"I couldn't believe I was seeing my own Dad throw a boy question first into the rachis of a van. By the racket and front that came following, I knew what evil my Dad was doing. I knew that Dad had divorced Mum, but I never thought he'd even be interest in that ... For the residue of that day I was too purge to do anything.

So that was Thursday. It's Monday now, and I'm back from school doing my common affair : coursework trough dinner party, then ad lib from then on. But again, the Asian boy was there. He turned up after the mum dinner on the doorstep ; and he and Dad just walked back out into the driveway. Dad started ranting about last fourth dimension 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 mo before deciding to give him a couple of cookie and a crapulence. Dad was busy on the phone to his"business collaborator ”, so I snuck out of the front door. It was already getting wickedness and he was still intemperately at employment. He seemed surprised 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 crustal plate. He took it off me, putting down his sponge. He was so thirsty, he didn't even care that his handwriting were foamy and wet. The biscuits were gone in seconds. While he was cramming down the biscuits, I got a closer notion of him.

He was definitely Asian with jet total darkness pilus and equally dark cute eyes. His spotless skin was brown enough to progress to me retrieve he was probably Thai or Malaysian ... But I could see straight over the top of his read/write head he was that brusk. And he didn't flavor any one-time than 12 or 13. How could such a cute, guiltless boy be stuck here working for my hellish 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 result anyway, and I didn't get one anyway. All I got was a timid close call. I knew he could speak English people from the hideous gush I'd heard before. But then I realised what the close shave was for.

"James ? Get back inside ! What are you doing interfering with Alex's work ?"Lucifer 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 perk up at the idea 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 JAMES !"and he threw me down to the door, and then grabbed Alex with adequate force. The in conclusion I saw of him that night was his helpless pleading eye staring down at me as he was stuffed into the spinal column of the van as Dad followed him. Sick with ire I ran into my room.

I couldn't get to kip that night. Seeing those empty eyes in the poor boy ruined everything. And my hate for my Dad had never been so senior high. 15 years of hate had reached an all time high and I was kicking myself for not doing more than to save Alex. I just hoped my Dad hadn't ruined the poor boy's life. When I finally drifted to sleep, the dream wasn't pretty ...

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

As with yesterday, Alex arrived fringe on 6 as it was getting night. I very nearly broke down in rip when I opened the door to see his bright centre 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 want you."I tried to say in between sniffs.

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

It was such a bad sight to see the boy wander down our driveway into the darkness. I sighed as I decided I couldn't just let him walk alone. I called for him to hold off as I jogged down the effort to meet him. Before I got there he had turned rhythm, eyes alight with joy. He wasn't alone, that's all he needed to get laid for him to do it.
When I got there I was surprised to find myself pushed right into the dorsum of the van. Alex had thrown himself at me and was fumbling in his pockets. The boy was frantic with effort 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 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 heavy ! We shuffled further in and Alex slowly started to clobber at my brim. He was obviously nervous and this was probably his showtime kiss. The door banged shut with the wind, and I lured Alex into the darkness with my tongue. I couldn't see anything, but I knew that he was there.

His thin hips were pulsing on mine, and I could feel his overactive 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 tears dried on my face as I felt a brief gust of air against my fount. He'd taken his shirt off, as when he came back for more, I felt frigidness frame in my hands. He licked again at my lips, and his hot breath rolled down my neck. My back pushed up in reflex and we crashed together again. This charged him up more, and I felt his frigid hands tug at my shirt. His fingers were temptingly cold enough to name me screak 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 work force on my trunk. And I could only hear his hard narrow escape of breathing spell. His cold hands were at the infrastructure of my shirt. I thought he'd deficiency to take my shirt off, but he just suddenly rammed them right into my boxers, the sly slut !
Once again, I squealed in transport. His cold fingers were caressing my clump. It tickled, but it felt really commodity. How does this boy roll in the hay just how to get a guy ? While one hand was busy down my trouser, the early was up rubbing my pointed tit. The low temperature made it quite a off-the-wall sensation. As Alex got harder, my growling got louder. The purring in delectation he saw as an invitation.

Down went the zip, and off went the boxer. I can only describe the next bit as heaven. The soused Asian lips were drenched and ready for it. It's never easy to root for this off right, but he did. I could feel drips of boloney running down me as his sentience went into overdrive. The tight ring of his mouthpiece ran up and down the whole distance, and in between sup it let out high squeaker of joy. He pulled back on the skin, and I felt my header expand madly. I felt the ring of tension catch on it every time, and every prison term it made a little pulse, and with every pulsation, goo seeped out of the top.

My mind went into meltdown. I was in the cover of my hideous dad's van whilst his employee was making love to me. How could this find so trade good ? I had to let the piteous boy at to the lowest degree enjoy himself while he was here for once. And by the pant 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 public figure and he stopped. I felt for his shoulder joint and picked him up. He was at least a fundament shorter than me, as I could experience his head against my thorax as he pushed against me. Standing against the rampart of the van, I slid my jeans down to my waistline, and Alex took his strip off. I just managed to catch him in his unexpected gleeful jump. He breathed long and hard down my cervix as I slid myself into him. That alone was enough for me to exposit inside him. Then that led to more breathing spell and the whole bicycle just kept going until I was quick to explode.

Alex tried to jounce playfully on me, but he was enjoying the opinion too practically. After what he must give done before, he was still surprisingly close. The playful Asiatic couldn't stop turning me on and I bounced him further and harder. He seemed to screw it, squeaking and moaning in delight. He squeezed his entry tight and I squeaked too. Then he sunk his cute grinning into my neck, and I felt his inhuman breathing space run down my back. But I also felt tears. Had I been too hard ? 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 closer I got to letting go. This boy was so cute, it was unbearable. It was too tough to ascertain. I was going to ...

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

It was my Dad .