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Jonathan 13 January 2009
Jonathan saw in the New Year impaled on Ted's cock. Ted was the solicitor Jonathan had encountered at the farm back in late August. This was the first time they had met up at Bill's Place. Ted was lying on his back while Jonathan sat controlling the situation.
"You've learnt a lot, Jon."
"You acquire certain unmentionable skills at this place." He squeezed the muscles that surrounded Ted's cock.
"That's a skill you can use on me any time."
The weekend of the New Year was as forecast; it was a very busy few days for the Boys in Bill's Club. Many regulars put in an appearance, again old Roger made two visits in one week giving eminently satisfying blow jobs to a couple of the Boys.
Then everything went slack. For the next ten days there were very few punters. Jonathan found this a difficult time. It did give him time to do a lot of reading, but it also gave him too much time to think. He began to think of ways of escaping from the Club. He knew it would be useless to appeal to Bill, as he knew that he was enjoyed and valued by many of the punters not just for his sexual techniques, but also for his conversational abilities. Several times on one of his Thursday visits Bill told him that he had heard favourable comments from one of the Patrons. He knew that Bill would not let him go if he could help it.
He began to wonder if he could escape. He knew that the door through into the 'respectable' part of the club was watched by two men, one on the Boy's side and the another on the far side. Only in the middle of the night, when there were no punters with any of the boys, was the door looked, and the guards off duty. But even then there was always one of the 'staff' awake, on duty, watching to see that everything was safe and sound.
There was the outside door down on the bottom floor that gave access to the back street. It was through this door that Jonathan and Andy had entered the Club way back at the end of September, and through which he had come and gone on his two visits to the farm. This door was always locked, only twice had he seen it open when down there, and that was when something was being delivered, and even then one of the staff stood keeping watch over the door. He knew that he was no expert when it came to picking locks, and if he was caught tampering with the lock then there would be trouble, and a close watch would be kept on him, and he would not be allowed to go down to the farm.
He thought about going on strike, or giving an unsatisfactory service to the punters. Then he thought complaints to Bill might be answered with a softening up spell in the prison room where he had spent those three terrible weeks. The thought made him shudder, and he knew that the nightmares were still around, and he did not want to make them worse.
He thought of using Ron as an intermediary. But that was soon dismissed. Ron owed a lot to his spell as one on Bill's Boys. For Ron it had been a 'great time' and the money he had made was the foundation for his business success.
On one of his regular Thursday visits Bill spoke further to Jonathan. "We've got a new lad joining you in a few days. I think you may be able to help him."
"Because I'm fairly new to all this?"
"Partly, but mainly because he has had problems with his old man, like you, but also is he is quite a bit younger than most of you, and also like you were, he's fairly new to the game."
"I'll see what I can do."
Late the following Sunday evening, 11th January 2009, Andy came in with a very young looking youth in tow. He immediately brought him over to Jonathan. "Bill's told me to introduce young Tony here to you, and to leave him your charge, to tell him the ropes and so on. He will be in room 6 which is close to yours." Andy walked off.
Jonathan looked at Tony and saw a very young looking lad. He had light brown hair, which was tidy, and had a parting from over his left eye. He had big blue eyes, and a clear unspotted complexion. He looked like a twelve year old schoolboy, before puberty. Even his upper lip looked as though it had never had a close encounter with a razor or shaver. Jonathan was certain that Tony would be in great demand from those who like the really young looking boys.
"I'm Jon, by the way. I've only been here since September so still learning the ropes, as it were. It all seems rather daunting at first, but you'll soon get the hang of things. So Tony, where are you from."
"Brighouse, in Yorkshire," replied Tony with a very strong Yorkshire accent.
"How long have you been down in this part of the world?"
"Just ten days."
Jonathan calculated that if Tony had spent any time in the prison cell, he hadn't lasted very long.
"I'm from Luton, just up the line from here."
Tony was gazing around.
"Let me show you round, and introduce you to some of the Boys. They're a friendly, supportive lot, on the whole. First, your room." Jonathan led the way upstairs, and showed Tony his room, and then his own room, which was very similar.
As they passed the door to Room Seven there were the obvious sounds of sexual activity inside. Jonathan and Tony exchanged grins.
"Do we do everything in our rooms?"
"Usually. There's a Jacuzzi downstairs, and a massage room, but most punters like a one to one. There are some who like to have a couple of us; and occasionally there is a bit of group fun in the Jacuzzi."
Jonathan gave Tony a conducted tour, much as Andy had done for him four months before. He introduced Tony to those Boys who were hanging around waiting for punters. "One of the worst things about this job is waiting for punters. I usually get my head into a book, but there is always the tele, table tennis or pool." When the tour was over Jonathan suggested they had a drink, and they went and made themselves a hot drink.
"So Tony, how did you end up here?"
"Quite a long story. Do you want the whole of it?"
Jonathan nodded.
"Well, I discovered the pleasures of wanking nearly a couple of years ago. Did it a lot, two or sometimes three times a day."
"Always by yourself?"
"Yea; until about two months ago. I have a friend and we'd arranged to meet and go off for the fucking evening to a club in Bradford. We were supposed to meet somewhere, and I waited, and waited for him, and he didn't come. I was fucking fed up. I didn't want to go home. There's only me Dad at home now. Mum died three years ago, and he's become a miserable old sod, always moaning at me. I decide to go for a walk round, before turning in. I went into a park place, and decided to sit and have a fag. There were a few people around, but I just sat there feeling miserable and sort of thinking. Then along comes a guy with a dog."
"How old?"
"'Bout forty, I should say. His dog came over and began to sniff at my shoes, you know the way dogs do? 'Sorry about that,' the guy said. 'He tries to make friends with everyone.' 'That's okay by me', I said, and bent down and stroked the dog. 'He'll be your friend for life now,' said the guy. 'It'll be good to have at least one friend,' I said. 'Bad as that, is it?' said the guy. 'Been stood up by a friend.' 'Girl friend?' he asked. 'No just a mate of mine. We was going clubbing in Bradford together.' 'These things happen.' I was just finishing a fucking fag, and had thrown it down, when he gets a packet out of his pocket and offers me one. Naturally I take it. So he sits down alongside me, and pulls out a lighter. That meant we was sitting quite close together. He lit my fag, and continued to sit close.
"We talked about things. He seemed a nice sort of guy. He asked about school, which I didn't like. He asked about home, and I told him a little. He offered me another fag, and when he leaned close to light he whispered, 'There's something I'd like to do to you!' 'What's that?'I asked. Then to my fucking amazement he said he'd like to suck my cock!"
"Wow. Just like that? Out of the blue?"
" 'You never had your cock sucked?' he said. 'No, never.' 'It's fucking wonderful. I like sucking young lad's cocks, and getting a mouthful of tasty fresh young cum.' If he'd asked me to suck his fucking cock I'd have said 'no', but I sat there, not knowing what to say. The guy put his hand on my thigh and rubbed it. I was already quite hard at what he wanted to do; his hand gave me a rock 'ard boner. 'Well, what about it, young man?' I think I nodded. 'There are some bushes round the corner, and at this time of night the only guys who might be there would be doing similar things.' I nodded again, and he got up and led the way towards some thick bushes."
"With the dog still in tow?"
"Rick was still there on the lead. We went into the bushes, this guy, Dave was his name, obviously knew his way around. The bushes were near a high wall, which had a road the other side, and the street light gave a little light. He stopped, and reached down to feel me. 'I can feel you've got a nice one there,' he said, 'I thought as much.' Then he pulled down the zip on my jeans, and reached in."
"Did you like what he was doing?"
"Yea. I should say. I thought I'd cum. He then pulled out my fucking cock, and got down and began to suck. I think he knew when I was about to shoot my fucking load, because he'd stop from time to time. But in about ten minutes I shot my cum into his mouth. He sucked me dry, and stood up. 'Thanks young man. I enjoyed that. Hope you did too.' 'Yea, that was great,' I replied. Then to my surprise he got out his wallet and handed me a fucking fiver. 'What's that for?' I asked. 'Services rendered. And if you want another fiver, and a blowjob, perhaps more, I usually walk Rick along here at this time.' 'Ta,' I said, Mum had taught me some fucking manners! 'Hope to see you again,' he said and pushed his way out of the bushes. I zipped up, and followed him, and then we went off in different directions.
"I presume you went back there again."
"Yea! I think it were a couple of nights later I went back about the same time. I met Dave with his dog Rick walking along the path. 'You brought me a load of nice cum?' he asked straight out. 'If that's what you want?' 'Anytime for that,' he said. So again we went into the bushes, this time he pulled me jeans down, and he felt me bum as he was sucking me off."
"And you liked that?"
"Even better. The third time we met up it were a bit different. When we got into the bushes there were another couple there. There was a little light from the street lights the other side of a wall. There were an older guy being sucked off by a younger guy. Dave and the older guy greeted each other. They were just finishing. The older guy passed some money to the younger guy, and made off. The younger stood watching my guy suck me off, only he kept his fucking cock out and was playing with it. I shot a load and got my fiver, and then Dave made off. 'I haven't seen you here before,' says the younger guy. I told him it were only my third time there. He was really surprised when I told him it was only my third time with another guy. He told me that Dave was a nice guy, and if he offered to take me to his home I should take it, and have a really good time. He even suggested there might be the possibility of a three some."
"So did you go to Dave's home?"
"Yea. But not straight away. We met one bitterly cold damp day, and we went to his car, and drove off to somewhere quiet, and he sucked me off, and I wanked him off."
"Progress!"
"He also suggested going to his house next time. I agreed. So the next night he picked me up on a street corner near my home, and we went off to his place. This was a totally different experience. It was in the warm, and he got us both cans, and led the way up stairs. He got me to strip off in front of him. I hesitated at first. 'You've got a beautiful young sexy body, Tony. I can't believe you're sixteen, you look four years younger,' he said. Then he got me to undress him. An adult male body in the flesh was totally new to me. All that hair, everywhere. Even his bum was hairy; and he had a lot of tatoos. But I loved running my hands over it all, and he seemed to enjoy doing the same over my totally smooth skin.
Then we got on the bed. The things he did to me. I started enjoying doing things to him. I started copying what he was doing."
"Always a good policy. Guys start off doing to others what they like having done to them. Did you go there regularly?"
"More or less every night. I'd ring him on my mobile, and fix the time, and he'd pick me up just round the corner. He started paying just twenty quid a week, said he couldn't afford a fucking fiver every night of the fucking week."
"Did you ever have a threesome?"
No. Neither of us went back to the park. Any way you know what November and December were like - fucking cold."
"You obviously enjoyed it?"
"Oh yea. He was such a good teacher. Always 'let's try this' or 'Let's try that.'
"So how come you end up down here in the big smoke, when you were having it off, and getting some pocket money whenever you wanted?"
"All went well until the beginning of January. I got home about midnight one night, and there was me Dad waiting for me. Usually he was in bed at that hour. He asked me where I'd been. I told him I'd been out walking around. He's a bastard, my Dad, he were a sergeant major in the army. 'Walking around till this hour? Now tell me where you've been?' I told him I'd just been around the place. 'Really,' he says, 'What about the car you got into, just round the corner.' I blushed. It's something I can't help. I felt myself colouring up like a fucking beetroot. 'So what's going on, Tony?' I think I blurted out something about meeting a friend. 'Same friend, for last three nights! So how long has whatever's going on been going on, then?' 'Just a friend?' 'Where do you go?' 'Just around the place.' 'Where to?' 'To his home,' I said. 'And what do you do at his home?' 'Drink, talk.' 'In his bedroom?' 'You been spying on me, Dad?' He said he were concerned about me, and had followed me. 'What have you been doing in the bloody home and bedroom of a bloody man who is old enough to be your father?' I didn't answer. I knew what he thought about guys like us. Poofters! Fairies! Ponces! Were among the better words I'd heard him use. 'Are you a flaming poofter?' he shouted at me. I had to admit it, I just nodded. Out came a torrent of abuse. Then came the great shock of the evening. 'Well, Tony. I'm bloody glad I'm not your father.' I looked up at him in surprise. 'You didn't know your Mum had caught on with you some three months before we wed. It all come out just after the wedding, bloody deceiving bitch. So Tony, I've given you my name, paid for your upkeep, but that's the end. No more! I want you out of this house in forty-eight hours, and I don't want to see your bloody face again, you bastard.'"
"At least you had forty eight hours. I had less." Jonathan went on to tell Tony the circumstances in which he left home. 'I think that was why Bill asked me to help you get started here. But what happened next?"
"Next day I went round to Dave's, and told him what had happened."
"Were you hoping he'd take you in; at least for a while?"
"Yea. He was shit scared me Dad would come round and beat him up. Especially as me Dad knew where he lived. He said he couldn't take me in. Said it were far too dangerous. He said our arrangement was a purely com-cial one."
"Commercial one," muttered Jonathan.
"Yea, that were his word."
"So what did you do?"
"I decided to try my luck in the big smoke. I went home, packed my bags, collected all me papers like birth certificate and what money I had and went and caught a bus down to London."
"Did you know London at all?"
"No, never been there before. I thought Leeds were big, but London.....It were an overnight coach, so arrived there in the morning, just as life were starting. I had me back pack, and I wandered around. I found somewhere for a night. I had been told it were the cheapest place around, but to me it seemed fucking expensive. Everything seems to cost more down here. Talk about streets paved with gold, you need a load of it to buy a coffee. I made my way to Piccadilly Circus, I was told there was a place there where guy could pick up men for money. The regulars didn't want me around. So I were in a bad spot, no one. I could only afford one night at the bed place, so the next day I had me back-pack with me. I was approached by two guys in the course of the day, but as I couldn't take them anywhere, they weren't interested. It were fucking cold. I think my cock and balls were frozen and wouldn't have worked anyway." Tony grinned.
"London can be a cruel place."
"It were just beginning to get dark, when this guy comes along, looking at all the boys, when he comes to me he stopped. 'You look cold, son.' I told him I was fucking freezing. 'You look too young for this game. Wonder the police, or some do-gooder, haven't picked you up.' I told him I were sixteen and had my birth certificate to prove it. 'What say you come home with me. I give you food, shower and bed, as payment for what you're offering.'
"What was his name?" asked Jonathan.
"Keith."
Jonathan smiled.
"Know him?"
"I should say, he did a similar thing with me on King's Cross station."
"I went back with him. He showed me the shower, and when I was in it, he came in to look. He said he liked what he saw, and again said how young and sexy I looked. Then we had some food, and talked quite a lot. Then he suggested some bed."
"Did you have to help him get the two beds together?"
"Yea. Soon done. He got me to undress him, and we was soon on the bed together."
"Keith's good isn't he. I learnt a lot from him. I'd only been with my school mate before meeting Keith, he was my second guy."
"Same for me. I had learned a lot from Dave, but lots more from Keith. I stayed with him for about a week. Sometimes he had to go out, and I was able to explore London. But always back to Keith's, for food and a good long session of sex. Wandering round his flat stark naked, and doing things to each other at all sorts of times."
"I know, been there, done that, and got the Tshirt."
"Then Keith asked if I'd like a job. I asked what sort of job, and he told me about Bill and this place. Next day he took me to Bill's house. Posh place, isn't it? Keith took me into Bill's office, and introduced me. Bill told me about this place, and all that went on, but I knew most of it because Keith had told me. Bill said there were some things to do first before he took me on. First, he made me undress. I was shy, he was smart in his suit. He smiled, and encouraged me. When I stood starkers in front of him, he came and felt me, especially my cock, arse and balls. 'You're a very sexy young man, Tony. Some of my patrons will be drooling over you, you look so young and innocent with those eyes and that hair. Just one thing more.' He took by the hand and led me upstairs into his bedroom. 'Undress me,' he said. He told me which thing to take off. 'Never leave shoes and socks till last. Always take them off early on, and pants last.' But what a wopper of a fucking cock he's got. It's like a fucking battering ram."
"I know. Did he make you sit on it?"
"Yea. He got on his bed, on his back, cock sticking up in the air. Now sit on that, my Boy,' he said."
"And very, very slowly, taking plenty of time, you lowered your self onto the monster."
"Yea. Did he make you do it?"
"Yes, just as you did. I've worked here for about four months now, but Bill's cock is by far the biggest cock I've encountered. If you can take Bill, you can take anyone. So he asked you to work for him?"
"And I said 'Yes' straight away. Did you?"
"No. I was expecting to go up to University." Jonathan briefly told Tony his story.
"Wow. No choice really?"
"No. Bill always gets his way. Go along with him he is kind, considerate, and generous; go against him then our Bill's an ugly customer."
"How's he been with you since your time in the prison cell?"
"Fine. No problem. Just restrictions."
On the next day Jonathan showed Tony how things worked at Bill's Place. It was a quiet Monday, and there was no necessity for Tony to get involved that day.
On the Tuesday Tony was eager to get involved. Jonathan held him back with the first two arrivals that day. "I don't think they're the best for a first punter. They're very demanding." The third punter of the day was Seb, and Jonathan knew he was not a demanding man, so Jonathan got Tony to the fore in the parade. He was chosen.
An hour and a half later Tony returned with a broad grin on his face.
"How did it go, Tony?" asked Jonathan.
"Fine. A fucking piece of cake. I think I'm going to like this job."
Some days later Andy took Jonathan on one side. "You did a good job with young Tony. Bill's very impressed with you. I am probably going to be moving on within the next few months. You know, Bill is thinking of you taking over from me."
"Really?"
"He thinks very highly of you. Even muttered further things."
"What further things."
"I'm not saying." Andy walked away with an inscrutable smile on his face.
In the middle of January trade began to pick up. Jonathan had less time on his hands. The punters with their different whims and fantasies had to be serviced. He found he was becoming a good mind reader when it came to the sexual desires of a particular punter. Some of the punters were regulars, but there was a steady trickle of new ones. They were always interesting. They did not know the ropes, and were always slightly embarrassed; but they were always appreciative, and tended to be very generous.
It was a regular who gave Jonathan an interesting experience. It was in the middle of one afternoon, the light flashed, and a slightly over weight man with ginger hair, came into the reception area. Jonathan had seen him once or twice, but had never been involved with him. He strode in as though he owned the place, and looked round at the assembled Boys.
"I'll have you, and you," he said, pointing at Jonathan and Andy. "I need a spell in the Jacuzzi first."
He led the way downstairs and into the Jacuzzi. He stood for a moment holding out his arms like a Roman Emperor, expecting, and getting his bath robe removed. Without a word of thanks he stepped down into the warm swirling water. He sat down at the far side and watched as Andy and Jonathan removed their clothes.
"You're Andy, I know you. What's your name?" he said turning to Jonathan as he came and sat alongside.
"Jonathan, Sir. What am I to call you?" Jonathan knew that several punters did not use their real names. But most of the Boys knew the real names of all the punters as these were known in the main part of the Club, and such interesting information always percolated through.
"You can call me Ginger. That was the name I was called at school, for rather obvious reasons."
Andy and Jonathan, seated either side began to touch and explore Ginger's body. This was usual practice in this situation.
Ginger relaxed. "That's good, exactly what I need. I've just packed the wife and kids off to her mother's for a few days, so I'm free to have some fun. You can pinch my tits pretty hard, I like that. But I'm sensitive to any squeezing of my balls. They're too precious to be compressed."
"How many kids have you?" asked Jonathan.
"Four. Love'em to bits, but the Christmas holidays were an ordeal, with them back from school, making a hell of a din around the bloody place. And they're so bloody expensive, sending them to boarding school costs an arm and a leg today."
"How old are they?" asked Andy.
Eight, ten, twelve and fourteen. Two boys and two girls in the middle. Wife and I planned it rather well don't you think, regularly spaced and two of each? Bit more of that gentle fingering behind my balls."
Ginger continued to talk about his wonderful family, and his wealth, and his thoughts about going into politics. His discourse was punctuated with instructions as to how he wanted to be dealt with.
"Another few minutes, then up to your room Andy. I shall want to fuck both of you, and you can give me blow job first, but I don't want to shoot my load that way. I shall want to watch you two fucking each other. Now let's go upstairs."
He led the way out of the swirling water, grabbed a towel and threw it at Jonathan obviously expecting to be dried. It was not that he expected it, it was the manner by which he expected it. Once dried, and clothed in his bath robe, he stood impatiently as Jonathan and Andy dried themselves.
"Your room, Andy?"
"Yes, that'll do."
"Room One, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Ginger led the way, and the other two followed. Once inside the room he again did his Imperial act for the removal of the bath robe. He got onto the bed, and Andy and Jonathan got either side of him. Four hands immediately set to work.
Ginger's plump body was covered with thick ginger hair. Jonathan afterwards said that he felt like a worker bee ministering to the queen-bee. Ginger's tits were pinched, and this obvious turned him on, as his cock rose. "Suck," he commanded, and with a quick glance at Andy so that their heads did not clash, Jonathan went down on Ginger. Jonathan sucked for a few minutes. "Now change over, let me see if Andy sucks as well." Andy was fingering Ginger's arse. "You can put a finger up there, but I'm not having a bloody cock in there." Andy's ministrations brought forth groans of pleasure.
"Now let me see you two fuck."
A quick exchange of glances decided that Andy would lie on his back with his legs on Jonathan's shoulders, while he was being penetrated and observed. "Why don't you just ram it in with one thrust?" asked Ginger as Jonathan began to work his cock into Andy. "That's what I always do."
Ginger stood watching. "I wish I had my camera, that'd make a lovely movie for me to watch when the wife's out. She nearly caught me watching a gay porno once. I got her upstairs quick, and gave her a good hard pounding."
Once Jonathan had been delivered of his load, Ginger decided he wanted to fuck Jonathan. "I want you on all fours, like a bitch in heat." He did as he had said, and rammed his cock into Jonathan. Fortunately for Jonathan to be forewarned was to forearmed, and he had relaxed as much as he could. But Ginger's entrance was definitely the most painful of all the occasions he was fucked at Bill's.
Ginger was not without some skill. Premature ejaculation was not on his agenda that day. He knew when to hold back. Several times he slapped Jonathan's buttocks. The first time caught Jonathan by surprise, this caused Ginger great amusement. Jonathan remained kneeling on all fours, receiving a steady pounding, eventually the rate of his thrusting increased his breathing became quicker, and crying out, he thrust as far as he could go, and Jonathan felt Ginger's cock spasming inside him. After a few moments he pulled out of Jonathan, pulled off the condom and just threw it onto the floor, and went and sat on the chair. "Now I want, you Andy, to fuck Jonathan, while I sit and watch recharging my batteries. Make it a good long one, Andy."
Andy was gentle, he knew Jonathan would be sore after his treatment from Ginger.
"Go on! Shove it in man! You're as bad as any woman, they always waste time wanting to be prepared first."
The session continued until Ginger had given Andy as lengthy a fucking as he had Jonathan. In the shower afterwards he expected to be soaped, and dried by the two Boys. As he went out he said to them both. "I feel better for that. There are times like this, when I have such a good time, that I wonder why I waste my time on the fillies. They are always more expensive." When he emerged from the changing room dressed in a smart suite, he pulled out his wallet and from a thick wad of notes carefully pealed of one ten pound note. "Here, share that between the two of you." He turned and left.
Once through the door Jonathan turned to Andy. "And who the bloody hell is he?" Jonathan rarely swore, and Andy realised he was very angry.
"Our Ginger is a journalist on a right wing newspaper, that is always on about upholding family values, and the evils of flourishing homosexuality in our country."
Jonathan gave a grim smile. "He deserves to be outed. I feel like getting in touch with Outrage." [An organisation in the UK that among other things has made a point of outing men who are gay who have come out with homophobic statements.]
"Haven't you noticed, Jon, that in the press bishops, judges, politicians, sportsmen, have in their time have been exposed for moral lapses. But never ever do you hear of anyone working in journalism who has ever slipped up in the slightest degree."
"Perhaps those engaged in journalism have reached the state of sinless perfection?" muttered Jonathan with a grin.
Two days later Ron came again.
"I came at the New Year, but didn't see you?"
"We were very busy then."
"So I saw. Only four Boys were available. I rang your folks on Christmas Eve, fought they might like to 'ear from you ven."
"Who did you speak to?"
"Your Mum. She was asking lots of questions, but I didn't answer vem."
"Thanks."
"Your grandpa was going to stay wiv vem over Christmas."
"Thanks for doing that."
"I also told 'em you looked tired and was earning good money."
"I bet all that started them thinking."
"Your Mum wished you a 'Appy New Year. Got another message for me? Do you want me to tell'em more?"
"What that I'm a sex worker?" Jonathan laughed. "Mum wouldn't know what that meant, and Dad really would blow his top. As for Gramps!"
"Do you vink you'll ever make contact with your folk?"
"I don't know. I sometimes wonder. But I think if they need to be told it'd better be me that does the telling. Am I looked less tired?"
Ron nodded.
"You can tell them that. Tell them it may be some time before I can make direct contact."
"Vat will set vem thinking."
When Bill made his regular visit on the afternoon of Thursday 17th January, he called for Jonathan.
"I promised you a weekend away in the country. Next Wednesday evening when things quieten down here, you will be taken down to the farm. You can have Thursday to do what you like, go for one of your walks. Friday morning will be yours, unless there's some urgent work that needs to be done. The patrons will be arriving late Friday afternoon and leaving early Monday morning. You can come back here for Tuesday evening. How's that?"
"Thanks, Bill, I appreciate that."
"Same promises as before. No running off, no trying to contact your folk. The reason why I make that rule is that boys in your situation find contacting their folk unsettling. If and when you become a trusty, it is up to you whether you contact your folk or not. Though I'd advise against."
"When might I become a trusty?"
"Not until you've done at least six months. Then if I think you really settled in. You're doing well. I'm very pleased with your work."
"Thanks, Bill. That's encouraging. What sort of weekend is it?"
"Not like you first weekend. That sort only happen in the summer. More like it was with the Middle-Eastern men, though this time they'll all be Brits."
"What links them together apart from the obvious."
"You're not just a pretty face," said Bill with a laugh. "They all work for the same big city firm. A couple of the guys you'll recognise as they are patrons here. Apparently over the months the two have met several other guys who like the same thing. So they are coming for a weekend away. They've asked if three of you boys could also be present, to help things along. They're calling it a conference, and it will all be on the firm's expense account. They will be holding a few business discussions, but that is to cover for what they really want to do."
Bill and Jonathan laughed.
"Do I need to brush up on my economics, or financial management?"
"I haven't the slightest idea. All I know they're paying well. If it goes well they'll be holding another conference next year."
Jonathan laughed.
"Okay. I think that's all."
Jonathan turned to leave the room, but before he got out of the door Bill added, "Is it okay for Keith to drive you down."
Jonathan fortunately thought quickly. "Yes, that'll be fine by me." He knew that if he had expressed any hesitation it might have delayed his becoming a trusty; but he knew that Keith was largely responsible for his present plight.
Knowing that Keith was going to drive him down to the farm meant that he was forewarned. If he had suddenly been confronted with Keith he was unsure how he would have reacted. But now he had time to think carefully.
On one hand Keith had taken him in when he was very vulnerable, having just run away from home, and with a rapidly swelling black eye. He had enjoyed the sex with Keith and had learnt a lot, But on the other hand Keith had groomed him for his present life. Keith had got him down to the farm where he had lost all control of his destiny.
Jonathan's current plan was to become a trusty. This would give him the opportunity to get out of the building at least once a week. He feared that Bill would extract another promise, and for Jonathan honesty was something that had been drilled into him from his earliest days, and a promise was a promise and must be kept. He was hoping that he could become a trusty without the extraction of a promise.
It was just after seven o'clock on the Wednesday evening, that one of the staff came and told him that the car was waiting for him. He went downstairs, another member of the staff was there. The door was unlocked, and Jonathan saw a car with Keith as the driver waiting there. He got in beside Keith, and they drove off.
"Am I forgiven then?" asked Keith.
"Largely."
"But not completely?"
"Almost. I had hoped to be up at University now, not doing what I am doing."
"Is it as bad as that? Surely the dosh will come in useful when you go up to Uni?"
"It will that."
"Do you really hate your job. Bill tells me you're good at it, and don't tell me you can be good doing that if you hate it!"
"It has its moments; and the Boys are great. It is surprising how well we all get on."
"And the punters?"
"Good, bad and indifferent."
Keith laughed. "Guess so. I expect some can be absolute swine."
"You can say that again. Had one not so long ago. Married, kids and a journalist."
"Need say no more. I know the type."
"I suppose you've been leading more lads astray."
"A bit. I don't spend every evening hanging around King's Cross on the off-chance of a likely lad." He thought for a moment. "I have met four lads since you. Two were ruled out very quickly."
"Why's that?"
"Into girls, completely. You can't get a boy for Bill who isn't into boys or men to some degree already."
"What of the third?"
"He was a smasher. Stayed with me some time, but he was a total top. No way he would agree to be a bottom. That's no use for Bill, had to send him on his way."
"And the fourth was young Tony?"
"Yes. I could hardly believe my luck. He looks so young. That is always an advantage when working at Bill's. Looks like a schoolboy, with that hair, and big innocent looking eyes. How's he getting on?"
"Fine. Taken to it like a duck to water."
"I thought he would. He was fairly experienced when I picked him up."
"He says you taught him a lot."
"Teaching young men like the two of you is the most enjoyable part of my work for Bill. How's he getting on with older clients. He expressed some doubt about fucking older men."
"I don't think there's been any problem there. I suppose we all have to be well and truly versatile."
"What sort of punter do you prefer?"
"I don't like those who just come in for a quick bash. Get their rocks off and then away. I prefer the punter who likes to spend some time, and who is considerate to the needs of the boy they're with."
"Are there many who come up to your standard?"
"It varies. There are many degrees of being considerate. The most considerate is an ex-Boy."
"Ron?"
"You know him?"
"Yes. Great chap. Doing very well in his business. He's very close to Bill, and sometimes I'm asked to do something for Ron."
They continued to chat as they made their way out of London. The worst of the rush hour traffic was over, but did not mean the roads were clear, there were the usual hold-ups for road repairs, and once they were delayed for about quarter of an hour because of an accident. The suburbs were left behind and they were into the country.
"I've got to go back to town as soon as I've dumped you," said Keith. "I've am coming down to collect you. Can I ask? If I come down the evening before any chance of some fun together, or am I totally unforgiven when it comes to that?"
Jonathan thought for a moment; there may be future advantages in having a sympathetic Keith. "I did enjoy the few days with you. So perhaps for old times' sake." He put his hand on Keith's thigh, and rubbed it up and down before putting it on Keith's crotch, where he felt a good hard on. "Can you wait that long?"
"For you, yes."
There were two men who were the permanent staff at Bill's farm. An older man who looked after the grounds, and did other odd jobs around the place. Also younger man in his mid twenties who cooked, and did some of the cleaning. Whether there was anything between the two Jonathan never found out. When there was something on at the farm other staff were sent down by Bill.
When Jonathan and Keith arrived they were welcomed, and given a cup of coffee. Keith was soon on his way back to London. Jonathan was shown his room, and after watching the television downstairs for about half an hour, he went to bed. It seemed strange to be sleeping alone, without Chink, or some other man beside him.
The following morning was bright and sunny and Jonathan had a good day walking. On his Christmas visit he had seen the South Downs not too far away to the south. He found an ordnance survey map of the area at the farm, and with the aid of that set off on his walk. As he was finding his way mainly by footpaths and tracks, with frequent stiles and gates, he did not spend much time thinking. He did wonder what Bob Fox was doing. He wondered whether he was doing the right thing by saying 'yes' to Keith, but thought that Keith as a friend might eventually be more useful than a rejected Keith.
By four o'clock on the Friday afternoon the other two boys had arrived. They were Ba, the West Indian; and Pip, a younger lad from Tyneside, who spoke with a thick Geordie accent.
There were a dozen business men from the City. It was strange at first, as there were three leaders, who between them knew all the rest, and who had arranged the weekend. The others did not know that the others were gay. There were expressions of surprise, and laughter as men who had known each other, in cases for some years, realised that they both were gay.
Jonathan, Ba and Pip were in some ways the hosts, as they knew their way around the farm. As had happened with the Middle Eastern business men the ice was effectually broken when they were shown the Jacuzzi. Some elected to use it immediately, and others wanted to unpack, or have something to drink first. One of the tasks of the three boys was to see that no one was left out.
There were other barriers to be broken down, as the twelve were from different levels in the hierarchy of the business. The most junior was slightly overawed at finding himself sitting in the Jacuzzi next to a director; and the director was somewhat embarrassed at first at being seen naked by a junior.
By the end of the first evening everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jonathan observed that the most junior at the firm, and the youngest in age was rather shy, and a bit bewildered.
Jonathan went and sat beside the lad. "I gather you've not worked with this lot for long."
"Just three months."
"Ever been to anything like this before?"
"No. I live at home with my parents, and have very little experience."
"How come you're here then?"
"Tom, over there, and I were in one of the loos at the same time. He obviously made a point of checking me out. So I let him look, and checked him out. That's how it started."
"Good for you."
They chatted together for a while, and then they saw Tom get up and go out of the room with the man he'd been talking to. A hurt look came over the young man's face, as though he was being deserted in his hour of need.
"By the way, my name's Jonathan. What's yours?"
"Edmund."
They talked further, Jonathan telling Edmund of his experiences with Bob which had started nearly a year before. Edmund's own experience consisted of some gropes and a wank in the office loo, and a one hour session back at Tom's apartment, when the other two men he shared it with were out.
"That is not much experience when it comes to a weekend like this," said Jonathan.
"I'm beginning to wish I'd not come. I did have reservations, but Tom persuaded me."
"Don't say that. Have you been in the Jacuzzi yet?"
"No."
"Ever been in one?"
"No."
"Would you like to try it with me?"
"What happens exactly?"
"We sit around in warm bubbling water. It's very pleasant."
Edmund thought for a moment. "Okay then."
Jonathan led the way to the Jacuzzi. No one else was there, and the water was still. "The bubbling starts when we step into the water."
They undressed. Jonathan noted that Edmund was semi-erect and that he was trying to conceal it. They stepped down into the pool, and the water started bubbling.
"Sit where you like, Ed."
When Edmund had sat down Jonathan sat beside him.
"What do you think?"
"Very pleasant. I'm a bit embarrassed sitting alongside you in the nude."
"Getting a hard on then?"
Edmund gave an embarrassed giggle. "Yes."
Jonathan reached across and took hold of Edmund's wrist and put the hand over his crotch where he too was getting a hard on. "You're not the only one."
"That is only the second cock, other than my own, that I've touched."
"Feel away. It feels nice your hand there. Can I feel yours?"
Edmund nodded, and Jonathan put his hand first on his thigh and then ran his hand up until he could feel the lad's cock.
"Wow!"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, you're big, really big. You're so thick, and I think you're a bit longer than me."
"Is that good?"
"Yes. No wonder Tom likes it, and invited you down here."
"But he's gone off with that other guy."
"Don't worry. There is plenty of time over the weekend for the two of you to get together." Jonathan moved a hand up over Edmund's chest and found a nipple, He began to play with it. "Like that?"
"As long as you don't do it too hard."
"Some guys like them pinched as hard as you can."
"Do you?"
"No, but I like it as I am doing it to you now."
Edmund moved a hand up and found Jonathan's nipple and began to play with it.
"That's the idea. If you're uncertain what to do, copy the other guy. We usually start by doing to others what we like having done to ourselves. When you know the other guy you can do what he really likes."
"You seem to know a lot about it?"
Jonathan smiled to himself. "You can say I have a fair bit of experience." He turned so he could use both hands, and one hand focused on Edmund's cock.
"That's great, but I'm going to shoot if you keep on."
"Would you like to? Or save it for later?"
"What do you mean?"
"You could shoot down here. You wouldn't be the first to add their cum to these waters, and certainly wouldn't be the last. Or we could go upstairs to my room, and enjoy being together."
Edmund thought for a moment. "What would we do exactly if we went up to your room?"
"Well we could start where we'd be leaving off, just being close, and perhaps some kissing, and getting our cocks together. Then I could suck this wonderful weapon of yours." Jonathan squeezed Edmund's cock with his hand. "If you wanted to you could do the same to me. Then maybe you'd like to have my cock up here." Jonathan's hand reached back and he fingered Edmund's anus.
"That feels good; but wouldn't your cock there hurt?"
"A little maybe, if it's your first time. There are four four letter words for that action."
"Fuck being one of them."
Jonathan laughed. "Make it six four letter words then, Good fuck, long time, much lube."
Edmund laughed. "I want to experience that, but I'm afraid it'll hurt a lot."
"We always are. But you tell me if I'm hurting too much."
"There's got to be a first time, hasn't there?"
Jonathan thought of his first time with Robert Fox nearly a year before. Then he realised if he did anything more serious with Edmund it would be the first time with a guy younger than himself. Robert Fox was a mere two weeks older than Jonathan, a fact he had used a great deal at certain stages in their friendship.
"It's up to you, Ed."
"Okay then. Let's go up to your room."
They stood up, and Jonathan pulled Edmund into a hug, and gave him a kiss. "I'll give you as good a time as I can." He gave Edmund's buttocks a playful pat. "Come on then." He went up the steps out of the Jacuzzi, his erect cock leading the way. Edmund followed, his embarrassment about his hard cock now gone." They each grabbed a towel and dried themselves.
Once in Jonathan's room they undressed again, and got onto the bed.
"We can spend as long as you like. All night if you want."
Edmund started examining Jonathan's cock.
"Haven't you seen one of those before?"
"My own and Tom's. With him it was just a quick wank."
"Even in his apartment?"
"Some rolling around on his bed first. But we couldn't spend long. Do you mind me looking at you?"
"No, carry on. It's like a doctor examining."
Edmund gained confidence, and examined Jonathan's cock, and balls. "You can never see even yourself this well."
"I suppose not," said Jonathan with a slight laugh.
"Do you mind turning on to your front."
Jonathan rolled over on to his front.
"I've never looked at an arse close to."
Jonathan realised what Edmund was wanting to see, so he pulled his buttocks apart.
"How did you know that was what I wanted to see?" There was a pause. "It looks very small and very tight."
"We all came out into the world through a smallish hole; though not that particular one."
"I suppose so."
"Feel with your finger if you want to. Gently, because it's dry. But you can probably work a finger in."
"May I?"
"Go ahead, if you want to."
Jonathan gave directions and soon Edmund's finger was slipping into Jonathan.
"Do you like that?" asked Edmund.
"I'd prefer it if it was that wopping cock of yours going in."
"Really?"
"I've had one or two bigger than yours." Jonathan remembered the time when Bill's colossal tool had gone into him.
Edmund removed his finger. "Thanks, Jon."
"Any time. Like me to do that to you?"
"Yes." Edmund rolled over onto his front, and Jonathan began to stroke his buttocks. He put some lube on his finger and started stroking deeper into the crack, and concentrating on the opening. "Like that?"
"I had read that that was one of the places that roused men, I hadn't realised how much."
Jonathan began to apply more pressure, and soon the tip of his finger slipped in.
"That's even better."
Jonathan reached over and put some more lube on his fingers. "This'll make it feel even better." He worked the finger further in. "I'm going to try and get a second finger in." Jonathan very gently worked his second finger in.
"That didn't hurt much."
"In some ways getting a second finger inside is the difficult one. Now I can see if I can stretch you further open. The third finger is usually much easier. Patiently, using more lube Jonathan continued to prepare Edmund's anus. "You'll soon be ready to take my cock. You're stretched open enough, and with plenty of lube my cock'll slip in."
"Go on, I want it."
Jonathan stopped attending to Edmund, and put the condom on, and applied plenty of lube to it, and to his finger. He resumed his efforts to widen Edmund for entry. "I think it would be easier if you put a couple of pillows under you and raised your bum."
That was soon done. Jonathan positioned himself. He placed the head of his cock on Edmund's anus.
"That feels good, Jon. He pushed his bum up towards Jonathan.
Jonathan stayed still and Edmund's efforts meant that the head of his cock was soon inside. Very slowly he put pressure on, and he felt his cock begin to move down into the younger man. Then he found he could go not further, his balls could feel Edmund's buttocks, the tops of his thighs could feel the buttocks soft beneath him.
"Wow, you're in. It didn't really hurt. Only a little."
"And you're no longer a virgin, you've lost your cherry."
"I feel so full."
"Unpleasant?"
"No. Very different to anything before."
Jonathan began to move, not just up and down in the obvious thrusting movements, but small movements from side to side and around. He kissed Edmund's neck. He used all his acquired skills to arouse Edmund further.
"I'm enjoying this......... I never realised this could be so good. ...............I want this to go on for ever."
But this could not go on for ever. Though Jonathan knew how to prolong things, the inevitable happened; he began to quicken his pace, and soon he was shooting his load into the safety of the condom. He collapsed exhausted and panting onto Edmund's back.
"That was great. You made me cum, I didn't even have to use my hands!"
"I know, it can happen. I wanted it to happen to you."
"But now I'll be empty."
Jonathan laughed. "You're young. Within a very few minutes you'll be as hard as iron again. You may not shoot as much, but if you want to, I bet you will." Jonathan removed the condom and put it down beside the bed.
There was a look of bliss on Edmund's face. His grin spread from ear to ear.
"I think you'll be remembering that for the rest of your life."
"I think so too."
They lay side by side for a while, chatting. Then Jonathan began to explore again with his hand.
A sigh of contentment came from Edmund. "I'm glad I was persuaded to come on this weekend. I thought it might be interesting, but not as exciting and pleasurable as this."
Jonathan's hand reached down, and began to play with Edmund's limp cock, but it was not flaccid for long. Very quickly it was hard again. "What did I tell you? You're ready for more fun. What do you want to do?"
"Can I do the same to you?"
"Certainly. I suggest I get on all fours and you do it to me doggie fashion, at least to begin with." Jonathan tore open the small packet, and unrolled the condom on to Edmund's cock. He then put plenty of Liquid Silk on it, and into himself. "Now see about getting it into me. Just get on target and press slowly and firmly, and it will soon slip in."
It took Edmund three or four attempts, each time his cock slipped up or down but not in; then his head was in. The rest slid in easily.
"Now stop, and hold it for a while," said Jonathan. "A lot of guys start thrusting straight away and then shoot their loads very quickly. Take your time. You will probably do well, as you have already cum once."
Edmund did as he was told, but he was impetuous, and soon he started thrusting, and all too soon he was shooting his load deep into Jonathan's arse.
"You did well."
"But I came so quickly."
"You'll soon learn."
Another condom was deposited alongside the previous one. There was some sleeping that night, but in the morning there were four condoms on the carpet beside the bed. Edmund had fucked Jonathan twice more, in different positions. Jonathan did not attempt to fuck Edmund again as he knew he would be sore, as it had been his first time.
It was about 10.00 when they both awoke, and agreed that they were hungry. Half an hour later, having shaved and showered they went downstairs for breakfast. They had no sooner sat down and a rather anxious Tom came over.
"Where did you get to last night, Edmund? I searched for you everywhere."
"I spent the night with Jon, here. You went off and left me, we chatted, went in the jacuzzi and then spent the night together."
"One of the bosses asked for a game of snooker, when I came back you'd gone. I was worried. Are you ok?"
"Fine." A broad grin spread over his face. "It was a memorable night."
"As long as you're happy, that's alright. I couldn't say 'no' to boss-man."
The rest of the weekend was a quiet one for Jonathan and the other two Boys. There was a great deal of activity among the guests, and it was obvious that the weekend was a success. When they all left a generous tip was left for the staff which had obviously come from the company coffers and showed the advantages of having a company director among those present.
The other two Boys were taken back to London, and Jonathan was left for his day in the country. It was a day of intermittent cold showers, but finding suitable warm and waterproof clothing Jonathan ventured out. He did not walk as far as he had done a few days before, but he enjoyed the exercise, the fresh air, and an opportunity to be by himself and to think.
Keith arrived in the early evening. They had a meal together, and sat on a sofa close together watching some television.
"I suppose you're like the rest of the Boys bored with gay porn?"
Jonathan laughed. "When we do watch any we are always very critical. Do you want to watch some then?"
"No, I am wanted to have some fun with you."
"Jacuzzi first, then bed?"
"Perfect."
They had the Jacuzzi to themselves. They were both careful to give each other the maximum pleasure without going too far.
"You've learnt a lot, Jon."
"Andy was a great help, and we share things. We Boys discuss regulars, and pass on tips. So and so likes his tits pulled really hard. Another is afraid of having his balls squeezed. Or 'have you tried this or that."
"Quite a training."
After half an hour they adjourned to Jonathan's room. The night was spent to great mutual satisfaction. Keith in particular was full of gratitude to Jonathan and praise.
Early the following morning they were making their way along with many others back into the metropolis for a full day's work.
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