Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2008 16:50:45 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 10

***

The next morning Jonathan was awakened by  Andy knocking on the
door.   "Time to get up,  Breakfast in half an hour."

Jonathan was to find the food was good.   It was sent through from the
main part of the club.

Their meals were eaten in the room down in the basement area.  It was
rare for all the Boys to be eating at the same time. There were seven
hungry young men at the breakfast table that morning when they arrived.
There was one very young looking Chinese person,  he was introduced as
`Chink', and another who Jonathan later learnt was West Indian.

"He's called `Banana' or `Ba' for short.  His dong is like a long banana
even when it's not ready for action."

Jonathan laughed.

"Vis is the best food I've ever `ad in me life," said one of them to
Jonathan, with a marked cockney accent.

"Trouble is it's too easy  to put on a lot of flab," said another.

"Yes,  I need plenty of time on the machines down below,  and a good
energetic game of table tennis helps."

Andy told Jonathan that it would probably be another couple of hours
before the first client of the day arrived.   He suggested that Jonathan
prepared his room for a client,  and took some exercise.   "And a few
minutes on the sun-bed would get you started with getting a tan.   You're
certainly a pale face, or perhaps more accurately a pale bot."

When Jonathan went down to the exercise room there were a couple of
others there.  They immediately started questioning Jonathan about his
past life.   When he asked them questions,  they answered fully.

"We stick together in this place.   If there is any falling out the place
becomes really bad.  Encourage and help each other is the way we do it."

"Sometimes," said the other Boy,  "one of us gets all the clients and all
the tips.   It seems so for a while,  but then it always seems to change.   It
seems to work our pretty fairly in the long run."

It was just after eleven that morning when a light flashed.

"First client coming through," said Andy.   "Come over here,  and watch
what happens"

They went over to the side  where they were not liable to be immediately
seen by the client.   The other Boys put down the papers they had been
reading,'  though a game of table tennis continued.

It was a few minutes before the client appeared.   "He's signing in,  and
getting changed," explained Andy.

Then a man aged about fifty appeared.  Two of the Boys stood up to
welcome him,   the others sat and looked, and the table tennis continued,
but now the two contestants played in a more flamboyant way.

"Morning Boys,   How are you all today?"

"We're fine.   Just hanging around waiting for the likes of you," said one
of the welcomers.

"As always this is the difficult moment.  I'm spoilt for choice.   What
about you Mark,  shall we continue from where we left off last time?"

Mark grinned.   "From where we left off,  but recharged."

The man laughed.   "Yes,  I'm certainly recharged,  and need some
servicing."

"Come on then," said Mark, and led the way towards the stairs.

"That was quickly settled," said Andy.   "Sometime a client likes to chat
for a while before making a choice.

The light flashed again,  and in a few minutes a younger man,  in his early
forties came through.    There was the same  greeting,  but this time he
stood chatting for several minutes,  mainly about  Rugby.  Then he made
his choice and the two disappeared upstairs.

The Boys who were in the room relaxed,  and went back to reading the
papers,  or watching the television.  When there were no clients around
they did not watch  the porno-films.

"They don't need the stimulus of watching other guys doing things,  they
do enough of it themselves," explained Andy to a question from
Jonathan.

After about an hour the first couple came down stairs,  showing that they
had obviously just showered.   They were chatting and laughing.   Mark
went with the man,  and continued chatting as he changed back into his
clothes.  The man opened his wallet and handed Mark a note.  He and
Mark shook hands and the man went back out through the door by which
he had entered.

Andy took Jonathan over to the desk.  The man in charge,  Geoff, had
already been introduced to Jonathan.   Andy asked for the book in which
a record was kept.   There was columns for times,  the man had a
password,  and that was used in the book,  not his name.  Then there was
Mark's name and beside it the figure of £20.   "That's the tip he gave
Mark.   That is about average."  Mark was still standing by the desk.
"What did he want,  Mark?"

"The usual,  and romp on the bed,  and then he wanted me to screw him,
we chatted a bit,  and then showered together.  I wanked him off in the
shower.  One satisfied customer,  until next week."

"Does Mark hand over his tip now?! Asked Jonathan.

"Yes.  Either now,  or at the end of the day.  Money is no use to him in
here.   A  strict account is kept,  and what with the pay,  whenever there is
£1000 in the account a bond or shares are bought for Mark."

"Isn't there a lot of legal stuff and checking up in case there is money
laundering going on?" asked Jonathan.

"Bill's right,  you're not just a sexy boy,  you've got grey cells.   I don't
know how it's done,  but when you've got bankers and stockbrokers
among the punters they will know how to do it.   I'm feeling hungry."

They ate the same food as was cooked in the main part of the club.  This
meant the food was always good.  They looked at the menu and waited
for their lunch to arrive.

"It has been very quiet this morning,  only two clients.   I expect things
will be busier this afternoon starting about half past three,  with guys
dropping in on their way back from work.

It was twenty-five to four when the light flashed.   And over the next hour
and a half a dozen men came through,  and chose who they wanted to go
with.   Andy went off with one of them.

Jonathan continued to watch what happened.   Chink came up to speak
with him    "I was very nervous my first time here.  I had been with a
number of men before,  but somehow working at it,  and with this sort of
man,  it was different.  But once you've been with a few,  it is all a –part
of the job.   When it comes to sex the clients are just like the rest of us.!"

"What happens if there are more clients than Boys?"

"The chap on the other side of the door, knows how many are available,
and if there are less than four to chose from  he notes who is wanting to
come through,  and asks them to wait.  Then when there are four Boys
available  he will tell the man he can come through.  That does not
happen very often,  but it does sometimes."

Then in quick succession several men came through and after the last one
only three were available.

"I suppose I'd better be prepared," said Jonathan.

"You sure," said the others.

"I've got to start sometime,  why not today?"

The message was passed back into the main part of the Club that there
were now four Boys available.     Almost immediately the light flashed
and the four stood around waiting.

In a few minutes a distinguished looking man of about fifty came in.  His
hair was almost completely silver,   and with a quick glance he surveyed
the reception group.

"And whom have we on duty today?"   He greeted a couple of the Boys
by name.   "I'm afraid I have forgotten your name," he said to one.
"Philip, Sir,"  "Good to see you,  Philip,  and they shook hands.   "And
your name?" he turned to Jonathan who was still standing slightly apart.
"Jonathan,  Sir,"  They too shook hands.

"Have you been working here long?"

"Not very long, Sir," replied Jonathan,  not wanting to reveal that it was
his first day.

"Well,  I've had a hard day in court.   I think I want to relax in the Jacuzzi
first,  before  having some fun.   Jonathan come and join me in getting
relaxed and warmed up."

Jonathan led the way downstairs,  and opened the door of the Jacuzzi for
the man.  There was a small alcove where clothes could be hung,  and
where towels were kept for when they came out of the Jacuzzi.   Jonathan
pulled off his Tshirt,  and the man hung up his bathrobe and stood naked
watching Jonathan.

"My name is Douglas, by the way.   But let me discover what you've got
hidden away."  He reached over and undid the top button on Jonathan's
jeans and pulled down the zip.   Jonathan assisted in  removed the jeans.

Douglas took a half step back and surveyed Jonathan.  "Very good."   He
then turned and  stepped down into the Jacuzzi.  He waded across to the
opposite side and sat down.  Jonathan followed and sat down beside him.
Their arms lightly touched.

"That feels better.   After a hard day in court there's nothing like a
Jacuzzi to relax in."  He sat back and closed his eyes.

Jonathan wondered for a moment what he should do.   This was all totally
new to him.   He reached out and placed a hand on Douglas' knee,  and
lightly rubbed it.  This brought a sigh of relaxation from Douglas.
Jonathan began  to stroke Douglas' thigh  lightly with his hand,   with
each stroke reaching further up the thigh.   When he reached Douglas'
balls  lifting his hand slightly he felt a hard cock.   He allowed the back of
his hand to rub up and down the underside of the hard cock.

"That is very nice,  indeed," whispered Douglas.

Jonathan used his finger tips to feel around,  and then grasp the cock
lightly in his hand.

Douglas opened his eyes,  and put his arm round Jonathan and pulled him
closer.

Jonathan continued his ministrations.

Then Douglas  reached to get hold of Jonathan's cock.   "I want this
inside me.    When I win a case I like to celebrate by being fucked,  and
fucked hard.    When I lose a case I like it the other way round.    Today
we won,  so  I want you to pleasure me with this."   He gave Jonathan's
cock a squeeze.  "I shall want you to take your time,  nice and slow to
begin with,  but then before you shoot I  want you to thrust into me hard
and deep,  very hard , very deep.  Understand?"

"Yes,  Douglas,  I'll do my best.

"But before we go up to your room,  let's relax some more here.  Just
play with me gently,  but I don't want to cum yet."   Douglas   sat back,
and shut his eyes.    Jonathan very lightly with his finger tips continued to
touch and explore Douglas.   He reached underneath,  and Douglas
moved so Jonathan had access to the spot he going to enter.  "That's
where I shall be wanting your cock,  right there."

They remained in the Jacuzzi for a further twenty minutes.   "Now I'm
ready," said Douglas.  He stood up and led the way out of the Jacuzzi.
They dried themselves,  and then Douglas in his bath robe,  and Jonathan
with his jeans and Tshirt back on went out of the room and up the  flights
of stairs to Jonathan's room.

Douglas  removed his bathrobe,  and lay face down on the bed.   "You
prepare my arse."

Jonathan  took hold of the bottle of Liquid Silk that was provided,  but
first he massaged Douglas' buttocks with his right hand.    Again Douglas
showed that this was much to his enjoyment.   Then with his fingers and
the lubricant he prepared Douglas.     "How will you want me,  Douglas."

"I think, doggie fashion.   I can then just lie on my front.   I find on my
back holding me knees up  rather  tiring at my age.  Preferred it when I
was younger."

Jonathan unrolled the condom onto his cock,  and then applied the Liquid
Silk.  He got into position and placed his cock in Douglas crack,  but
before he entered he  ran the tip several times up and down.

"That's wonderful.  It makes me want you even more."

Then with his cock in position  Jonathan began to push.   Slowly, but
without pausing he entered.  Soon he could go no further.   The ease of
his penetration told him that many others had been that way.    For several
minutes Jonathan thrusted in and out.

"I'm going down flat, now."   And Douglas went down flat onto his front,
and Jonathan remained fully inside.   Jonathan  sensed Douglas'
responses,    sometimes he stopped or slowed down.   Then he knew he
would not be able to  reverse another time.   He paused.   Then he began
to thrust with mounting  rapidity and violence.   He felt movement inside
Douglas,  and that triggered it for himself,   he shot his load.   The two of
them lay panting for breath,  with Jonathan sprawled on Douglas back.
Then he pulled out of Douglas, and removed the condom.  He lay beside
Douglas.

Douglas appeared as though he was asleep.  Then he opened his eyes and
turned on his side.   "Thanks,  Jon.   I shall be on the look out for you
again."

Jonathan grinned.

"What are you smiling at?"

"I was just thinking what it would be like with you when you lose a
case."

"Much quicker,  and much stronger.  I take it out on the young man."

"Do I wish for you always to win?"

"Maybe.  Some like a good hard fucking,  as I have just done."

"What sort of case was it?"

"Financial,  fraud."

"Aren't they long and complicated?"

"Tend to be."

Jonathan  had picked that fact up,  otherwise he knew little about the
workings of the law.   "Is it tried by jury?"

"Oh yes."

"It must be hard on the average jury person to hear a long and
complicated case,  full of dreary figures and entries in balance sheets and
so on?"

"It is.   A good judge  helps the jury by explaining things as we go along.
Then his summing up is to help the jury,  pointing out the salient facts in
the case."

"I don't think I would like to be a juror on such a case."

"Your work is much more interesting."   Douglas  pulled  Jonathan closer
to his,  and gave him a kiss.   "Thank you again.   I must be moving.   I
look forward to the next time."

"Do you want a shower?"

"Might be a good idea."

Jonathan led the way to the shower room,   and he soaped and washed
down Douglas.  Then when Douglas was drying himself,  he had a quick
shower,  and dried himself.

The two of them went down to the desk.   Douglas went to change into
his clothes,  while Jonathan stood talking with Kev,  the man who had
been on duty when he had arrived the day before.    Douglas  appeared,
very much the lawyer,  in a dark suit and sober tie.   He signed the book,
opened his wallet and pulled out a fifty pound  note.  "Thanks for that,
Jonathan."

"So you've broken the ice, then Jon?" said Kev.

"What do you mean, `broken the ice'?" asked Douglas

"You was Jonathan's first patron, Sir."

"That true?"  said Douglas looking at Jonathan.

"Yes."

Douglas got out his wallet  a second time,  and pulled out another fifty
pound note.

"Thank you,   Douglas.  Very much."

"There can only be one first time," said Douglas with a wink,  and made
his way back into the main part of the Club.

Kev had got out another book.    Jonathan handed over the money and it
was entered in the book,  and he signed.

"I reckon you was lucky  Sir Douglas won."

"How do you know that?

"All in the evening paper." Kev turned the paper round so Jonathan could
read the article.

When Jonathan rejoined the rest of the Boys they all crowded round him.
"How did it go?   Did you enjoy it?   Sir Douglas is all right!", were
among the questions and comments fired at him.

He gave them a brief account,  and said that he was a bit nervous at first
and then began to enjoy it.

"Well done!" said Andy and patted him on the shoulder.

They all drifted away except for Chink.    "You will always remember
your first one.  They're somehow special.   Later on there are some you
prefer,  and others you are not so keen about,   but the first is always
memorable."

"How long ago was your first?"

"Nearly three years.   I remember I was scared stiff.   But it went well."

"Chink,  may I ask you a personal question?"

Chink grinned.   "I may not answer if it's too personal.   Fire away."

"How old are you?"

Chink roared with laughter.   "Every new guy asks that.   I'm twenty
two."

"You don't look it.   Your look as though your barely into double figures,
not  more than three years older than me."

"I know.   My looking so young,  and my Chinese blood makes me very
attractive to some men.  If a new client comes along I can tell straight
away whether he'll want me or not.   Most that do, ask about my age."

There were no more clients that evening.

***

So  Jonathan began to settle into life as one of Bill's Boys.  He soon
realised the variety of sexual needs of the various clients.   Because they
were paying they  felt free to ask for exactly what they wanted.
Jonathan soon found the most interesting,  and in someways almost the
most important time was when the sexual activity was over,  and he
started talking to the client.

Thursday lunch time was old Roger's day.   Andy had told Jonathan
about him.   "He's well over eighty,  but likes to suck off a nice cock.  He
secretly removes his false teeth,  and gives you the best blow job in the
land.   He only takes about twenty minutes,  before he toddles off to
lunch."

Promptly at 11.45 Roger entered.  He looked his age.    There was a full
welcoming committee for him.  All the boys were there.   Roger greeted
each one by name,  and asked how they were doing.

"What is your name,  I don't think we've met before?" he asked when he
came to Jonathan.

"Jonathan, sir.  I'm  new here."

"I thought so.  May I have the pleasure of your company?"

"Of course."

"You can use my room," called out Ba, "Save you climbing all those
fucking stairs.   Room Three."

Jonathan led the way into room three.   "He's a nice boy,  that Ba.
Always let's me use his room, if he's around.   Got a lovely cock, I tell
you,  but I find it a bit of a mouthful, nowadays I'm afraid.   But I still
enjoy giving it a good suck.   Now Jonathan let me see you naked."

Jonathan undressed.

"Beautiful body.  What is more beautiful in all God's creation than the
body of a young man? Certainly not a woman with all those floppy bits
on their chests.   Now sit on the edge of the bed,  while I suck that
delicious prick,  that is staring at me so invitingly."

Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed,  and  Roger knelt down.  Somehow,
without Jonathan seeing,  at the same time he removed his false teeth.

Jonathan felt that Andy's comment that Roger was good was a gross
understatement.   Roger took a good ten minutes before getting a
mouthful from Jonathan.

"How long have you been giving blowjobs, Sir?"

"I gave my first one to an older boy when I was at Prep. school.   I must
have been nearly nine at the time.   Quite an early starter compared with
some.   I've enjoyed sucking cock ever since,  though in my younger days
I did all the other things as well.   Now I can't get mine up,   but I can still
enjoy sucking a nice young hard cock,  and tasting the sweet essence of a
young man.  Thank you Jonathan,   I'll be wanting more some time."

Within the first week Jonathan was surprised at how many of the clients
were married.  He raised this with  Andy.

"Yes,  a lot of our clients are married.   I think for several reasons.   For a
lot of men it is not until their middle age that  the gay side of their make
up fully makes itself felt.   I bet if you asked many at what age did the
interest and desire to go with another man begin,  they would give an age
about forty.

"Some of the older men  have always been interested,  and did things
when they were schoolboys.  But then the pressures and expectations of
society began to make themselves felt.   Friends were getting engaged and
then married.  They followed suit.   I've come across men who realised
that on their wedding night they'd made a mistake.    That's more rarely
heard from the younger punters.   They have had sex with a girl without
the ties of marriage,  and so did not get as far as the altar before realising
which way they swung.

"Then there are others who  are not getting enough of it with their wives,
but still love their wives and may have youngish children.   They seem to
think that that going with a man is not as unfaithful as going with another
woman."

"Then there are those whose wives find out,  and get chucked out and
divorced," said Jonathan.

"We give a valuable social service," added Andy.

***

It was on the Wednesday evening of that first week that Jonathan was
chosen by a man in his fifties.   They went up to Jonathan's room.

"My name's Seb."   He extended a hand to be shaken.

"Mine's Jonathan usually abbreviated to Jon.  I presume Seb is an
abbreviation?"

"I only use my full name professionally, or official documents, letters and
such like.   All my friends and acquaintances call me Seb."

Jonathan reached in and opened the top of Sebastian's bath robe and
started gently rubbing his hairy chest.

"That's good."   He started pulling off Jonathan's T-shirt.  When he had
exposed his stomach and chest he started rubbing Jonathan's slightly less
hairy chest.

Jonathan undid the belt on the bath robe so it fell open. A large erect
circumcised penis  was revealed.  "All ready for action I see, Seb?"

"Who wouldn't be,  with a sexy young man standing half naked in front
of him?"

"A totally straight man?"

Seb laughed.  "Well that's certainly not me.   Now let me discover what
you've got."   He undid the jeans,  and with Jonathan's assistance they
were soon off.    "That's a nice uncut endowment you've got."  He
watched as Jonathan's cock came to full hardness. He put out a hand and
held it gently.

Jonathan responded by cupping Seb's balls in one hand,  and holding his
cock in the other.

Seb brought the heads of the two cocks together,  and rubbed them
against each other.  They were both producing pre-cum so the head of
both their cocks glistening in the light.   "I'll give you a blow job,  and
then I'll want to fuck you.   Is that all right?"

"That's fine by me."  Jonathan was pleased to be asked.

Seb was certainly in no hurry.  The blow job he gave Jonathan was no
hurried affair,  there was frequent pauses for conversation,  and his balls
and all around received attention from the older man.   They changed
positions several times before Jonathan let Seb know that the climax was
approaching.  He shot a good load into the man's mouth.

They lay together, and talked for nearly twenty minutes before Sebastian
started fingering Jonathan buttocks and the entrance between them.

"How do you want me?"

"On your back with legs up, round me,  or on my shoulders which ever is
best for you.   I want you to be able to watch me fuck you,  and I want to
be able to look at your face."

Again Seb took his time.   His was a noisy climax,  loud groans,  bright
red face,  and deep hard thrusts.  When it was over he pulled out, and
collapsed on the bed beside Jonathan.   They put an arm round each other,
and Seb went to sleep and Jonathan dozed.  It was three quarters of an
hour later when Seb stirred.   "I suppose I must be going.  It must be late.
I've got to be in the office by ten tomorrow morning."

"What sort of work do you do?" asked Jonathan.

"Oh, I'm a lawyer."

They had a shower together,  and it was nearly one in the morning when
Seb departed,  leaving Jonathan with a generous tip.

"I enjoyed that, Jon.  We'll get together again."

Seb visited Bill's club two or three times a month,  and  chose to go with
Jonathan several times.

***

Bill always visited the Boys on a Thursday afternoon after the lunch time
clients had mostly gone,  and before the homeward bound and evening
clients had arrived.    On the first Thursday he made a special point of
speaking to Jonathan.

"I hear you saw a patron on your very first day?"

"Well, it was me, or down to less than four of us."

Bill nodded.   "And it went well?"

"Yea,  it was fine."

"Any problems?"

"Not enough to read.   Even with keeping fit,  and bronzed,  playing pool
and table tennis,   there is a lot of time waiting around.   I wish I had a
good book."

"Tell  one of the staff what you want,  and they'll get it for you.   Cost
will be taken out of your pay."

"So I'd better get a paperback copy of Tolstoy's War and Peace then?"

"What's that?"

"One of the longest books around.  A Russian classic."

"Not for me.  But some of the patrons could probably talk about this
Tolstoy guy."

Over the next few weeks Jonathan did a lot of reading.   He decided to
catch up with some of the classics of English literature.   The first book
he asked for was Dickens' Oliver Twist,  as he had seen the film `Oliver'.
He felt a certain amount of empathy for the young Oliver,  with the trials
and tribulations of his early life.  He went on to read David Copperfield
and Nicholas Nickleby.

Another regular visitor to the Boys was a doctor.  He came in each week,
examined each one closely,  and every two weeks took a blood sample.

***

It was towards the end of Jonathan's second week,  when he was picked
out by a younger man,  in his early thirties.   "My name is Ron," said the
man as they went upstairs to Jonathan's room.

"Mine's Jonathan,  usually  just called Jon."

"'Ow long `ave you been `ere?" said Ron,  in a strong cockney accent.
This was unusual,  if there was any accent that was common among the
clients  it was Received Pronunciation, or one showing a top drawer
background.

"This is my second week."

"Still something of a rookie then?"

Jonathan opened the door and  Ron entered the room.    They undressed
each other,  and soon they were on the bed,  giving each other pleasure.
At some stage Jonathan began to realise that this was something of a
different encounter from the usual.  Ron seemed as concerned to satisfy
Jonathan's needs as to be satisfied himself.   Ron did little things that
were new to Jonathan, showing that he was very experienced.    Their
encounter was a mutually satisfying and lengthy one.  Eventually they lay
back in post orgasmic exhaustion.

Ron put his arm round Jonathan as they lay side by side.  "That were
good."   He paused for a moment.  "It's a bit strange being back in vis
room."

"You've been in here before?"

"Yea.  Vis was my room when I worked `ere."

"Were you one of Bill's Boys?"

"Yea, worked `ere for three and a half years.  Vat was in ver early days
for Bill.   I fink I started `ere eighteen months after `e opened the place.
Workin `ere served me well.   In vose years I made quite a lot of money,
enough to `elp me set up in me own business in ver East End."

"Wow!"

"I was one of the trusties by ver second year.   I was able to get out for a
day each week.   I spent some of me earnings on gettin some decent togs,
well cut suit and shirt and tie.   I'd `eard of a pub near ver City where
guys often go,  and can score.   So one afternoon I went and sat at the bar
wiv a drink,  all togged up like ver dog's dinner.   I had about `alf drunk
me drink when vis guy comes in.  Looks round the place,  and comes up
to ver bar and orders a drink.   He looks at me,  takin in my good suit,
and undressing me at ver same time, if you  know whet I mean?"

Jonathan laughed.

"I gave `im a smile,  and he pushed his glass along the bar towards me.
`Need a drink at the end of a hard day,' he says in a Scotch accent.
`Been a hard day ven?' I says.    ` I `ave to come down to London about
once a month,  and vat is more than enough for me.'   `You're not from
around `ere ven?'   `No,  I come from Glasgow.  I usually  fly back same
day,  but I've got some more work to do down here tomorrow.  Got ver
evening to fill in.    But what do you do?'     `I do a sort of personal
work,' I replied,  lightly readjusting my tackle with my  free hand.   He
saw my action.   `You like your work?' and he did a similar action.
`Yes,  very interesting at times,'  and I grinned.  He moved closer.   He
introduced himself as James.   We talked for a while,  mostly about
Scotland and London,  and football.   `I'm going to have some dinner
soon,   would you like to be my guest?'   Vis time his hand made a much
more obvious adjustment to his landing gear.  `Vat sounds a very nice
idea to me.'   `E looked at his watch,  `Let's `ave another drink first,  and
then we'll go and have something to eat,  and we'll see how it goes.'
`I've nothing on this evening,  so when you like.'   `Good,  no need to
hurry.'

"We continued talking together for quite a while.   Nothing was said
about sex,  but it was obvious where it were all leading.   `E ordered a taxi
and we went off to vis posh restaurant.   I `ad to watch carefully  what
knife and fork to use.  I let `im order the wine,  that was way out of me
depth ven.   When we `ad finished our meal,  he says  `Let's not `ave
coffee `ere,  let's go back to my `otel, we can relax proper vere.

"So it were another taxi,  and we went to `is  `otel.   `E led ver way  to the
lift and up to `is room.   It were a bloody great room,  sofa,  arm chairs,
`uge telly,   and  `uge bathroom,   wiv  big shower,  one of vem bidet
fings,  as well as toilet and so on. .  He made some  coffee,  and he
handed me a small glass with a liqueur in it.  All vat was new to me in
vem days.   We sat together on the sofa,  and soon we was kissing,  and
groping each other.   He pulled out my cock and I pulled out `is.  Ven we
was on ver bed,  and Bob's your uncle we `ad a great time.  And all round
session if you knows what I mean.  He took and gave,  and I gave `im as
good a time as I could.    Of course,  I ended up staying ver night.   Did
get some sleep between sessions.

"In ver morning `e was as bold as brass,  and ordered breakfast in his
room.   `Don't worry about the boy who brings it up.  Most of then are
gay.   They're trained not to bat an eyelid.   The only things is they'll be
wanting to know,  or see,  what you've got and they've not.'    It were a
full English breakfast.

"While we was having breakfast,  James says to me,  `I'm off to my place
in the Caribbean for a couple of weeks very soon.   Want to come?   No
cost to you?'   I told `im I'd `ave to ask my boss.   But I didn't vink Bill
would create any difficulties.   When I left me `e gave me a hundred quid.
`For a good time,  and to be going on wiv!'."

"Did Bill say `yes' to your going to the Caribbean?"

"Yea.  No difficulty.   Bill thought I might be on to a good thing.   And I
was.   Flew first class out to West Indies.   I `adn't  flown before.    This
guy `as a lovely place,  lots of ground,   and three or four dark lads
working for `im.   `They all like what we like,   and if you want to play
with them it's alright by me,'  said James,  `I always play with them,  and
I like watching things happen.'

"I `ad a great time.  Swimmin in his pool,  sitting out in ver open,  usually
stark naked.   And plenty of sex,  as much as you get `ere.   Ver lads who
worked for `im were `ot.   First time I dived into ver pool  a couple of
them joined me,  and straight away I were being groped.   I spent ver
nights wiv James.    Yea we `ad a great time.  Gave me a thousand
smackers in fifties when we got back.  `To make up for your lost
earnings.'

"I told `im about this place,  and he became a member.   So Bill was very
`appy."

"So what with your earnings here,  and that thousand from you friends
James that helped set you up in business when you left here?"

"Yes,  I `ad a tidy sum.  Come in useful."

"So what do you do, Ron?"

"I'm  in the rag trade.    Soon I was  making enough to join Bill's club.
Vis is a safe way  of getting some action,  safer than cruising or cottaging
or casual pick ups.

Jonathan raised himself on to an elbow and looked down into Ron's face.
"Would you do something for me?"

"Depends what it is, mate."

"Would you telephone my folks and just tell them that I'm fit and well.
That's all.   I left home after a punch up with my Dad because they found
out I was gay.   But I'd like them to know I'm okay."

"Okay:  will do."

***

It was a little after 9.00pm that evening that the telephone rang in
Jonathan's home in Luton.   His parents had long given up the hope that it
was Jonathan whenever the phone rang.   There were many calls to that
home so that such high expectations could not be kept up for long.

"I'll answer it," said Michael getting up out of the chair.   He went over to
the phone.

"I saw Jonathan earlier today and he is fit and well.   He asked me to tell
you that he's fit and well,"  said a man's voice

"Where is he?  What's he doing?"    But even before the first question
had been spoken the dialling tone was ringing in Michael's ear.

"Who was that, dear?" asked Lois.

"Some man.   Says he saw Jonathan earlier today and that Jon is fit and
well.   Jon asked him to call."

"Who was it?"

"I don't know."

"Find out the number."

Michael dialled 1471 and got the recorded message that the caller
withheld their number.

"So he hasn't forgotten us.   At least we know he is alive,  and didn't do
anything silly when he ran off, " said Lois.

"I suppose we should be thankful for that."

"Was the man one of those homosexuals?"

"I don't know," replied Michael with some irritation.

They talked about the call for twenty minutes.

"I'm going to ring Dad.   You know how concerned he's been about
Jonathan.   There was always something special between those two."

Michael rang his father Malcolm and told him about the phone call.  They
too discussed it for several minutes.

Half an hour after putting the receiver down Malcolm Emailed Kevin in
New Zealand telling him the news.

***

Three weeks after becoming one of Bill's Boys  Chink was talking to
Jonathan.   "Are you feeling more settled now?"

"Yes and no.    There are times when I feel angry.  I am not now at
University which I should be if I'd not been kidnapped.    Miss the open
air,  the feel of the wind and the exercise of chasing a ball whether a
leather covered one,  or a pointed rugger ball."

"But you seem to have no problem dealing with those small balls that
come in pairs."

Jonathan laughed,  grabbed Chink and started tickling him.   They pulled
each other around for a few minutes.

"Aren't there any good times for you here?" asked Chink.

Jonathan thought for a moment.   "I suppose there are.   There are times
when I enjoy the work.   Some of the clients are very nice guys.   They
are appreciative,  and often generous.  There is something rewarding in
satisfying a client.  There is the money too,  I am amazed how quickly it
mounts up.   But I think the main good thing about being here are all the
Boys.   We support each other.   When I'm feeling a bit down there
always seems to be someone who knows the right thing to say,  or give
that right touch.    You've done it several times."

"I know.   There is no real sense of competition,  which I find rather
surprising.   We are all a team."

"There is one thing that seems rather bad.   Every few nights I wake up
with a bad dream,  a nightmare.    I think I'm back in that torture
chamber."

"I hear you were there a long time.   I gather you hold the record.
Everyone admires you for that,  even Bill I gather."

"I think I'm paying the cost now of holding out so long."

"Jonathan,  would you like me to sleep with you.  Then when you have a
bad dream,  we can talk,  or I can hold you,  and get you back off to
sleep."

"But that will interrupt your sleeping."

"So what?  That's what friends are for."

"Andy told me before I came here that some sleep together every night."

"Jonathan,  would you like to sleep with me?"

He did not need long to answer.   "Yes, I'd like that."

From then on Jonathan and Chink slept together;  except for the odd
occasions when a client was staying the night,  which happened to one or
other them every week or ten days.

They never engaged in any sexual activity at Bill's Club.   Chink often
seemed to sense when Jonathan was having one of his dreams,  as he was
restless,  and groaned.  Often just an arm round him was enough to send
Jonathan back into a deep sleep.   Only rarely did he need to talk or have
to get up and get a drink.

***