The Last Christmas

© Dec 2002. by Crackerwriter

This is a fantasy love story between an adult and a teenager.

The usual disclaimers apply. If you are under 18 or this style of material is either illegal in your jurisdiction or offensive to you, then please leave it unread NOW.

Still, if you searched for it and found it, I can’t stop you reading it anyway. Whatever, it’s cool. Hope you like it.

Any similarities to any persons living or dead are purely coincidental. No inferences are implied or intended because of this work as to the authors likes, dislikes, or opinions, and is not intended to encourage or promote such actions.

The story itself does not emphasise the practice of safe sex. But hey guys, use protection.

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The rain spattered at the windowpanes and the wind howled round and down the chimney of the old house. The doors creaked under the sheer force of the gale. The old man sat in his chair by the embers of a dying fire; he was running low on coal again.

The pain wasn’t any better today. In fact it was a trifle worse, he thought. It had been pretty awful the day before, and he’d been reduced to tears in his private agony. He knew he should call the doctor to take him into hospital, but his pride got the better of him still. He was suddenly racked by a fit of coughing and there were traces of blood in his spittle again. He leaned back in his chair, fighting for breath. A tear or two rolled down his cheek. This couldn’t go on much longer surely?

It would be Christmas tomorrow. Today was Christmas Eve. Maybe he’d give that new medicine that he’d been provided with a try after all. He lifted the bottle from the small table near him and unscrewed the top. Without bothering to measure out the correct dosage, he took a large swig of it instead; it coursed like liquid fire down his throat. Then he pulled the heavy blanket round him, and settled more comfortably in his chair…..

He was awakened by a frantic banging at the door, and jumped to his feet, realizing suddenly that the pain had vanished like magic. The banging came again, more and more urgent in its intensity. Warily, he went to the front door, switching on the outside porch light.

“Who’s there?” he croaked, finding the use of his vocal chords an unusual strain. He didn’t talk much to anyone these days.

He thought he heard a sob and then what sounded like someone quietly crying. He went to open the door a crack, but the wind was too strong for him. The door was wrenched from his grasp and flung open by the wind. A young teenager, probably no more than fifteen or so, fell into the doorway, and crawled in from the storm outside. Regaining his breath, he used the last of his strength to push the door shut, and collapsed with his back against it; leaning against it heavily.

The lad was sprawled on the floor in front of him. He strongly resembled a drowned rat, as he was soaked from head to foot, and was so wet that his clothes were creating their own puddle around him on the tiles of the hallway. He laid gasping for breath himself, and shivering too.

“Help me. Help me please!”

“Me? Me help you boy? I’m only an old man, with no strength left in him to help anyone. I can hardly help myself.”

“Help me and I will help you,” the boy cried softly, slowly trying to get back onto his hands and knees.

With a great effort, the old man bent down enough to help the boy back to his feet; but as he did so, he felt curiously stronger than before, as though finding new strength within himself to aid the poor wretch.

“Come boy, come and warm yourself in the kitchen by the stove. It’s warmer in there than the sitting room, and we’ll try and dry you off a bit.”

He breathed more easily and the pain in his chest seemed to have abated. They shuffled through to the warmer kitchen, and he threw the front of the old stove open to let the heat radiate out a little.

“Stay here while I get a couple of towels and something dry for you to put on. Why on earth were you out in that lot out there without a coat for heaven’s sake?”

The boy just smiled at him, a warm radiant smile like the coals in the old stove. A smile full of life and zest. Steam began to rise from his wet clothes as he stood in front of the glowing coals.

Sam Wannabach hadn’t had much experience with kids. His one-time wife Mary had finally had enough and left the home years ago together with their eighteen-month-old son, William, when he’d entered his alcoholic phase all those years ago. Of course he regretted it now, even more so, because they’d both been killed in an automobile accident some years later. He’d never had the chance to see his son, or her, again. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d been at least able to plead with her once his drinking days were over, but she’d made sure they both were untraceable as could be. Then came that time of course, when the police had knocked the door, and imparted their shocking news.

Memories, memories. That was all he had left now to show for his life. He’d almost be glad when the cancer finally took him. He’d had a boyfriend after that, though strictly behind closed doors of course. He’d never been able to come ‘out’ after finding his latent homosexuality had bloomed. But that only lasted a few good years before it all turned sour and the other fellow had departed with a much younger man.

He grabbed a couple of bath towels and some spare clothes. They’d be much too big for the lad, but they were better than the wet ones he had on. An old pair of slippers completed the strange collection of apparel.

When he got back to the kitchen, the lad had regained some of his composure and had evidently recovered a little now that he was out of that foul weather, though he still shivered in his wet things. Sam looked closer and realized that he was quite strikingly beautiful under the wet rags he had on. He started to get his first erection in years.

“Here you are lad; get those wet things off and dry yourself then put these clothes on for the time being. I know they’re not your size, but we can’t help that at the moment. I’m Sam. Who are you and what are you doing banging at my door this hour of the evening, young sir?”

The boy smiled at him, and then said, “I’m Billy. I was wandering around lost until I found your house. It’s pretty dark out here in the country. I saw the glimmer of light and hoped someone would help me for the night.” Without a trace of embarrassment, he swiftly shed his wet clothes and stood stark naked while he dried himself with the largest towel. He saw Sam looking at his naked body and smiled.

Sam suddenly became aware that he’d been almost drooling over the nude figure before him, and spluttered apologetically. “Ah, sorry Billy. Would you like me to leave you while you…?”

“Not at all,” came the swift reply. “I’m hoping you’ll offer me the warmth of part of your bed, so you’ll see me naked anyway. I have nowhere else to go, you see. I don’t mind, really.” His gaze dropped to the now quite obvious erection in Sam’s pants.

Sam was quite big in that department, and so, Sam noticed, was the boy. From the tip of his pert nose, to his perfectly formed feet, he was quite the most beautiful young man that Sam had ever seen. The boy was not a lot shorter than himself. He was slender, though not thin, and his muscles were beginning to tone nicely. His puppy fat had all but disappeared, and his skin was smooth and firm. He was dark haired, with soft brown eyes. He sported a perfectly formed uncut four-inch cock poking out from a small outcropping of dark pubic hair, but not much in the way of other bodily hair. He had a typically small but firm teenager’s bum, which Sam would have loved to have held right then. Unlike Sam, he was not aroused. Every eight inches of Sam’s throbbing penis was demanding to be freed from his pants and cuddled by those glorious buns. As he dried he seemed to almost glow with a youthful radiance.

Sam was quite taken aback when he stepped close to him and all of a sudden stroked his raging erection.

“Am I that nice looking to you? I don’t mind your arousal; in fact I’m quite flattered. Do you sleep naked too? You can cuddle me if you wish; I won’t say no. It will warm me up you see.”

“What if I …?”

“It doesn’t matter, really. I expect you want to don’t you?” he squeezed Sam’s seeping cock carefully. “Just be gentle with me is all I ask, ok?”

A tide of emotions swept over Sam like a river bursting its banks in a flood storm. He drew the boy to him, and it was as if the youngster imparted some of his vitality to him in the meeting. He held him close and felt the young arms encircling his useless old body. Young hands caressed him and he felt the exhilaration of another man’s touch, and he heard the boy murmur something softy.

“Eh? What was that?”

“Oh nothing really; just thanks I guess.”

“Look put some clothes on or you’ll get cold again. I’ve got some soup I could warm for you and there’s some bread and butter?”

“Thank you, that would be lovely.” He quickly donned the clothes and the miraculous body disappeared from sight bit by bit.

Sam quickly put the soup pot back on the stove and lit the gas. It wouldn’t take long like that. Normally he’d have warmed it slowly on the old stove to save using the gas, but somehow he felt it didn’t matter. It was more important to care for the boy’s welfare, than to worry about the gas bill. Maybe he’d be dead before it was due! The thought made him chuckle at first, and then his eyes flooded suddenly with tears. Here was this young lad expecting him to look after him, and here he was, a sick old man, with one foot in the grave already. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s the matter Sam?”

“I…I won’t be able to help you for long Billy. You see, I’m sick. I’ve got cancer and I’m dying.”

“I know.”

“What do you mean? How do you know?” he almost shouted.

The lad flinched. “I mean I can see you’re not well. It doesn’t take a genius to tell that from the way you look.”

“Oh. Oh, sorry I raised my voice to you.”

“It’s ok, I understand. You’re having a hard time coping with it aren’t you? At least it looks that way.”

“I was getting used to the idea, but now things have kind of changed now you’re here.”

“Ah! Don’t worry about me; I’ll be fine, you’ll see. I’ve survived so far! I still have a job to finish anyway. I’ll explain all in good time.”

The soup was hot and ready, so he served it into a clean bowl. At least he’d managed to maintain some standards and his kitchen was clean and tidy. The boy sat at the small meagre table and hungrily consumed the food laid out before him. It would have been Sam’s dinner, but somehow he hadn’t fancied it and strangely, he didn’t feel hungry at all now. Sam sat back in the other chair and watched him eat.

“I don’t have a lot in the larder and the fridge, just a chicken, but if you want to stay a while, you’re welcome to join me in what I have for Christmas, you hear? Maybe after Christmas you could go down to the shop and get more food for us if the storm’s subsided?”

The boy turned to face him and laid a hand on his. “Thank you. You’re so kind. I’d like that very much. This will be my best Christmas in years then. And before you ask, there’s lots you don’t know about me and wouldn’t understand, so please don’t ask as it’s painful memories.”

“All right then; I wouldn’t want to upset you anyway. I think you know that. Look I know it’s early yet, but I go to bed quite early since I got sick. Are you tired or do you want to stay up a while?”

Billy looked Sam straight in the eye. “It’s ok to ask me to come to bed with you; I sense your need of me. You want to love me don’t you?”

Sam was taken aback. “You don’t mind?”

“No, I want you as well. I want you to love me, as I love you.” Sam was stunned as the boy rose and stood in front of him and stroked his once again throbbing erection. “I want to feel your physical love too. I have needs like you.” He fondled the throbbing length. “You may put it inside me and leave your seed there.”

Without thinking Sam got to his feet and whisked the boy into his arms. It wasn’t till a moment later that he realised what he’d done, and nearly dropped him as a result. But he didn’t feel weak anymore. He felt a lot stronger again, so he actually carried the lad to his bedroom.

Once there they stared at each other for a few moments in the dim glow of the bedside light, before Billy took the initiative and stripped completely. Then he started to undress Sam, much to Sam’s surprise!

When he was fully undressed, Sam slipped between the sheets, and a naked Billy ran round the other side and slipped in there.

Hands reached out for him. Young warm hands, drawing him to his tender body. Sam cried softly. A young face nuzzled into his neck and kissed him, and a very fat, hot, hard cock pressed against his thigh, as a slim limb slipped over his own. Sam leaked fluid against smooth silky skin. He gasped as he realised that the boy’s cock was not a lot smaller than his own. It must be at least six and a half inches if not a full seven. He had become aroused as soon as he had got into bed!

A young voice whispered to him. “We don’t have to do it yet. Rest a while and then when it’s Christmas Day, it can be my Christmas present from you, and mine to you.”

“You want to do it too?”

“Of course. It’s as important to give, as it is to receive,” he said with a cheeky wink.

Sam considered this. The boy was quite right. He would enjoy being the recipient as well as a donor. It was a long time since someone had loved him this much.

They lay in each other’s arms, dozing and warming each other. The boy was like a furnace now that he was dry and warm again. It seemed that he was feeding Sam vital energy through his warmth and the closeness of his young body. He held the boy closer and fell asleep.

He napped. Strange dreams beset him, some good some bad, but all of his past. His own family played a big part. The good and bad times making his dreams restless. Each time he came partially awake, a smooth hand caressed his brow and soothed him back to sleep.

It was six o’clock in the morning when he awoke properly and finally.

He was cuddling Billy to him, the boy watching him with one eye open. He smiled. He felt absolutely wonderful. Heck, he actually felt well!

“Happy Christmas Billy.”

“Happy Christmas. Or at least it will be soon. I have something here for you.” He guided Sam’s hand to a rampant hard steel-like pole, sheathed in silk. It was very wet at one end.

“Oh Billy,” he breathed, as the boy turned sixty-nine style on him and within seconds he was leaking himself as a wonderful wetness enveloped the head of his rising passion. He took the silky shaft deep in his mouth, almost wanting to choke on it, it tasted so wonderful.

Neither of them could contain their passion for long and they were both frantically sucking at the other, willing the other to unload their precious load in their mouths. Sam came first. As Billy leaked a load of precum into his mouth, he was overwhelmed and just lost his grip on his orgasm. A flood of man-cum flooded Billy’s mouth and it tipped him over the edge. His load was full and satisfying for Sam. Sweet boy-cum flooded every corner of his mouth, and he swallowed hastily more than once.

Billy turned around again and soon they were kissing like old lovers, both passionately and tenderly.

Sam had softened somewhat, but Billy remained hard and probing; he was slowly humping Sam’s thigh, leaving a sticky trail up and down the top of his leg. Sam smiled at him, and knowing what he wanted, reluctantly let go and turned over. Hands crawled around him. A wet sticky presence pressed between his buttocks, ever nearing his own entrance. It didn’t stop but pressed ever onward and inward, until it started to part the lips of his anus.

Then sensing he had to be careful, the lad made very small but firm forward thrusts at his hole, until the tip of his hardness began to penetrate Sam’s hole. Sam moaned loudly with lust as the complete head of it suddenly popped inside his hole. Billy stopped, letting his body adjust to the sudden presence. Sam sighed and smoothed the delicious cheeks of his bottom.

“All of it, please Billy,” he breathed, in his excitement.

Slowly but surely, Billy gave him every single inch of his throbbing member, until his testicles were virtually squashed against Sam’s hole. He held the man in a loving embrace for a full five minutes before starting to make small in and out thrusts in him.

Sam floated almost in a dream state as Billy made love to him. Because they had had oral sex first, Billy was more able to command his emotions and hold his second orgasm back as he wished. Sam was in emotional agony. Billy was taking him to the very edge of orgasm, time after time, and then gently backing away to delay his second orgasm. He felt Billy was very definitely in control of him.

One thing was strange. The more Billy made love to him, the better and stronger he felt. He felt certain that by the time he reached, or perhaps that should be was allowed to reach, his orgasm, he would be quite fit enough to return as much love to the boy. For a full half hour the young man made tender love to him, then just as suddenly he felt the mood change.

Billy held him tighter, his thrusts more urgent now, hard and deep right into Sam’s hole.

“Billy?” he whispered.

“Yes Sam, I will not hold you back this time. This time I will fill you with all my love.”

The boy rode and drove him to greater and greater heights of sexual ecstasy. He moaned and writhed under the boys hard thrusting, and pleaded with him to give him all his seed. Just as he felt his orgasm starting to overtake him, he felt the young length of steel harden inside him to an impossible degree and Billy buried himself inside him. They were bonded.

White fire splattered the insides of his bowels and it was like renewed strength pouring inside him. He felt it travelling through his body and into his tired old limbs, giving them new strength. The boy shook and shook, emptying every last drop of his essence into the older man. There was a good reason for this that only he knew. The old man would need his strength when he found out.

Billy stayed hard for another ten minutes, until gradually his length of steel gradually softened and slipped from him. Sam, for some reason, still hadn’t come; almost, but not quite. They practically hugged each other to death for the next ten minutes.

“Oh, my dear boy, you don’t know how good that felt to me. How long have I waited for someone as loving as you to love just me like that.”

“I think I can guess, but the present isn’t complete until you do the same to me.”

“Billy, I’m afraid in case I can’t…”

“But you will be able, I promise you.”

“Just don’t be too upset, if…”

“Nothing. I said you’ll make it and you will.”

“I feel good; I know that, even if I don’t know why yet.”

“That’s it you see? Just rest another ten minutes and get your breath back. I know about these things.”

“For someone so young, you sure do know a lot about…”

“Rest! I have to go to the bathroom first.”

“Ok then. Don’t be long or you’ll get cold.”

Billy looked at him. “You care don’t you? You actually care about me at last?”

“I think I did from the moment I first saw you, actually.”

“Not true. Think back. Figure when it was, ok?”

“Ok.”

The boy went to the bathroom and cleaned himself out. He found an old jar of Vaseline and brought it back with him.

“I’ve just cleaned myself properly. I know you want to play with me first, and I may need some of this.” He put the jar down on the bedside cabinet and got back into bed, cuddling right up to the old man, who took hold of him gently and held him close.

“It was when you said you wanted to love me; that’s when I started loving you and caring about you. That and when I realised I wasn’t going to live long enough to help you properly.”

“Ah but you already have, though you don’t realise it. By loving me even now, you are helping yourself and me; don’t you sense that? Love is a powerful thing Sam. Let love help you through this illness. Even though you die, you will be content if you have love with you in your heart.”

Sam lay with the boy in his arms, considering this. True, he already felt better in himself, but he knew sometime the pain would return and kill him. But just to remain holding on to the memory of the boy’s love for him and his for this young thing would be enough! At least he would die a happy man.

He pulled the boy over on top of him and stroked his back gently, whilst giving him a tender kiss.

“Billy, you are so beautiful son. It grieves me to think that just as I have found you that I should lose you again so quickly. Tell me at least how I may best give you the love and pleasure you wish.”

“Enter me and loose your seed in me; that’s all I need dear Sam,” said Billy with a strange kind of smile. “You will give me all the pleasure I can possibly take just by our bonding. You will also give me the very thing I have needed most for a very long time.”

Sam didn’t really understand that, except that the boy evidently needed a man to make love to him. As old and as ill as he was, Sam felt just fine at the moment, and if it was the last thing he did, he would try and manage just what the boy asked of him. He was bursting for release now anyway. Not having quite reached orgasm again the last time when Billy had poured his seed into him, was now making him feel so much in need of sex that he would otherwise have attempted to masturbate himself had the boy not wanted him to do what he quite plainly did.

Sensing his mood, Billy rolled over onto his stomach. “You’ll need to lubricate me quite a lot; I’m a virgin you see. I’ve been waiting for the right person, and you are he.”

Sam was stunned. “Me? An old man? The right person to take your virginity? Surely you are mistaken Billy? I mean I’m very flattered, and extremely honoured that you picked me, but I can’t believe that in all the men and boys out there, I am the right one for you. Are you really sure you want this?”

Billy turned his head and gazed at him. “It has to be you. You are the one, I know it. Please just trust me. Just love me as you will.”

The boy was spotlessly clean. Evidently he had washed his rectum and anus when he’d been to the bathroom. The only scent from him was that of the delightful scent of a young man just through puberty. The musky smell aroused him further. He stroked the glorious globes and parted them. A perfectly formed clean pink rosebud almost winked at him, and he lowered his face towards it. He’d never had a chance like this ever before, and now this young man was giving himself to him of his own choice. A drip of precum fell from the tip of his engorged member.

Gently and ever so lightly he ran the tip of his tongue round the outside of the pink flower. Billy sighed and moaned in desire, pushing his bum up from the bed towards his face, so he licked hard right across the whole surface of the boy’s anus. The squeal of delight that came from the boy said it all and the pink flower twitched impatiently. The tip of his tongue gradually found its way inside. Then suddenly he was licking, probing with it, sucking for all he was worth, and Billy thrashed around beneath him in utter lustful desire, muttering, “Yes…yes…yes…oh yes, love me…love me…”

He continued all right, until the boy’s muscle began to relax a little and his anus began to open for him. Then scooping a huge gob of Vaseline from the jar, he began to work it into and around the slowly slackening hole. Soon, he thought as he caught sight of his dripping cock head, Billy would be a virgin no more.

He worked quickly but smoothly, causing the lad no pain, but merely heightening his pleasure as he worked first one, then two and finally three fingers inside him. It took a while, because of him being a virgin, but it also gave Sam even more pleasure to know his love for the boy extended to pleasuring him like this. This was the way he could show his love for him, by making him feel so good. This was the way he knew best, having spent many an hour with a lover, practicing and finding all the ways for a man to please another man.

Finally he could stretch him no more and it was time. He raised the boy into a kneeling position and parted his legs, and positioning his cockhead at the entrance to the slackened hole. He leant forward slightly and his glans disappeared inside the boy quite smoothly.

Billy let out a long sigh and waited as his sphincter muscle clamped down hard on the monstrous intrusion. It didn’t hurt; it was just a little uncomfortable until his body adjusted to it. By agreement, he would push back onto Sam’s cock as he felt he was able, until it was buried inside him completely. After a few moments, he became used to the cock inside him and his muscle relaxed a little. He pushed down and back slightly and felt about three inches slide inside him. It was a very full feeling, but now he wanted it to fill him completely, and taking a deep breath he pushed and felt the remaining length slide into him.

It was a fantastic feeling knowing that a man’s sex organ was filling his love hole. He couldn’t help but love the feeling. He was gay after all, inheriting the family gene which made him so. He’d just never had the chance to become fulfilled before. It had to be with the right man; someone who cared for him, even if he didn’t know why yet, but who actually loved him without any limitation.

Sam began to move in him. The sensation was too much for him and he let out a pure animal lustful moan in his pleasure. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, but still the seed had to be left in him. Sam gave it a few minutes of slow deep thrusting until he saw the boy’s grossly swollen penis swinging and dripping beneath him. Then slowly he withdrew from him and turned the lad over onto his back to face him.

Billy drew his knees up to chest height, and parted his legs to give Sam access once more to his now gaping hole. Sam re-entered him, but this time they were facing each other and could see the feeling in each other’s eyes. Billy saw the look of love in Sam’s and cried a little, hugging him to him and drawing him deeper and fully inside him. He felt the huge penis thrust into him and shouted with joy. It was all Sam could do not to cum on the spot. The boy was so turned on; he was getting every bit of fulfilling sensation that he could ever hope for.

Sam continued, withdrawing almost to the point of removing the head of his cock, then thrusting slowly but smoothly all the way back in, until his testes were almost squashed into the crack of the youth’s bum. Billy let out a cry of exquisite pleasure and blasted cum across both of them as Sam’s huge cock ploughed its way across his prostate.

He held Sam tightly and felt his pace began to pick up. Sam couldn’t stop. Something was driving him, willing him to impregnate the boy no matter what now. He mentally shook himself and drove harder, deeper. He knew now he would cum in him. There was no going back. It might kill him even, but he would give this lad what he wanted and that was the completion of the act of sex with him, with him, Sam, finally squirting his sperm into his bowels, deep inside that beautiful body. The need to mate with him took over. The thrusts became more urgent, deeper, thrusts harder. Billy writhed on the end of his pole; a boy in wanton pleasure of the act he was engaged in.

Billy was crying. “I love you, I love you,” was all he could say as Sam’s orgasm began to rise and the cock within him began to stiffen for the last final thrusts. Sam felt his balls begin to tighten. The final moment was but seconds away. Sam moaned in ecstasy again, murmuring, “Love me, love me…”

With a final effort, Sam thrust faster and all the way into Billy’s young body. Billy came again and his sphincter clamped down hard onto Sam’s cock. It was too much for Sam. He felt his semen start the rush from his testes to the base of his cock, and suddenly he was blasting shot after shot of his seed inside the boy, whose eyes opened wide as he felt the hot sticky fluid invade him. He had done it, he didn’t know how, but it was as though some force drove him onward to achieve his goal. The boy beneath him was in rapture, even though his penis began to grow limp, it had given him so much pleasure that the feeling was obviously still with him.

Billy pulled him down to him, oblivious of any of Sam’s body weight. He gave him the most beautiful tender kiss imaginable, before Sam slipped from him and lay down beside him, holding him close. They both needed to rest, that was obvious. As they cuddled their bodies together, Sam spooned up to the back of Billy, the last thing Sam heard before falling asleep, was a very little voice that said:

“Thank you daddy; thank you for loving me at long last.”

Sam wasn’t sure what to make of that, but put it down to the fact the boy had ‘adopted’ him temporarily as a surrogate father. He cuddled the boy slightly firmer in reply and slipped into sleep himself.

It was when he awoke that he noticed the change. For a moment, his mind nearly went into shock. Billy was still laid beside him, and was cuddling him, not the other way round.

“It’s time to get up daddy, time to go.”

“Time?” and then he noticed that the boy had a faint glow to his skin. It was vibrant, shimmering, shining, golden white. Billy slipped from the bed and stood naked in the centre of the room. It was already daylight, but it was dull and still overcast. The shimmering light around Billy was getting brighter than the day. “Who? What..?” But the boy just smiled.

“Come on daddy, get up! It’s time to go!”

“Go? Go where? And who are you? Why is your skin shining like that? Am I still dreaming?” Then he noticed that his own skin was starting to get the same shimmering appearance. “Oh good god, what is happening to me? Who are you really?”

“I’m Billy. You should know me daddy. You love me now as you once loved me. It’s your own Billy – William – as you christened me. They sent me to fetch you.”

The shimmering light around Sam got brighter as the boy took his hand and drew him from the bed. He wasn’t cold, but then surely this wasn’t real. A dream, it must be. He was having another of those strange dreams.

The youngster took his hand and together they went downstairs to the sitting room. Then he understood. The old man was still hunched in his chair, swaddled in the heavy blanket, the fire having long since gone out. He was already dead.

He turned to look at the boy, who was now radiating more light than the day outside, but the brilliant light came not from him. Billy was standing by the open front door, beckoning to him. His skin glowed brighter. He took the boy’s hand. Together, father and son walked out into the light.

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