Story Twenty. A LIFE IN THE CLOSET by AARON THE AUSSIE.
If you are under 18 you should NOT be here, so DO NOT read on. Just EXIT NOW.
"A Life in the Closet" is total fiction, but it is very largely based on my life experiences, so quite a lot of it is an attempt at recording in a slightly changed way, some of the significant events in my life. And of course, names etc. have been changed.
All the Stories that I have submitted to Nifty have been complete, stand-alone Stories, some longer than others and each with varying levels of sexual activity. But, they have all revolved around the Gay / Boy Lover basic theme. This Story remains true to the themes I have developed, but it is perhaps something of an exception, in that it is the final one in the Series and it attempts to tie up any loose ends from earlier Stories and provide a suitable conclusion.
The Stories have been in the main, written from my point of view and I have tried to keep them basically in an order of chronology. So, they can be read in number order giving, an overview and flow to a significant number of the things that have happened to me over the years.
This final Story brings Dusty to the end of the first decade of this new century and to his 60th year, whilst exploring some of the major events which have shaped his world during the period of that decade.
I have tried to make each Story interesting and as sexy as possible, whilst keeping them all as REAL as I could, particularly as regards things like; the language used, the ages of those involved, the time period relevant to that particular story and the prevailing attitudes of the community at the time.
All of my Stories have now been completed and posted. But, I would still very much appreciate and be interested in your comments and feedback, not just on this Story, but on the entire Series.
Please email me at: aarontheaussie@bigpond.com
Just a final reminder too that Nifty needs our financial support. Please help with what you can, if you can. Every bit helps, no matter how small.
So... Here goes I hope you have enjoyed the Series and find this last story a satisfactory conclusion. To those who have stayed with me throughout, may I simply say Thank you.
Aaron.
ENJOYING THE GOOD LIFE – THE CONCLUSION.
"Can we have a little talk" said Margaret, sitting down quietly in her armchair in the lounge room.
"Certainly" I said and she gently took the remote from my hand and turned the TV off. I sensed immediately that this was important and gave her my full attention.
"I saw my doctor today" she said, "and she says that I have very little time left. Perhaps a couple of months at most, so I think it's time to have that live in nurse you have been talking about for however long it takes".
Margaret had suffered from major health problems for some years and her condition had been deteriorating rapidly in recent times. Now in her early 70's the news we had been dreading had come.
It was 2002 and at 52 I continued to be responsible for her and her 2 Grandsons; Andrew who was now 13 and Jason who was 9. Having lived together for 5, going on 6 years, there was a bond between the 4 of us which I was sure was as strong as, or stronger than existed in most ordinary families. I know that I certainly respected and admired Margaret and loved the two boys and I felt sure that our relationship was such that my love was reciprocated. So, although it was actually expected, I was devastated by Margaret's announcement.
During a Court hearing only a few days before she passed away, Margaret's Lawyer produced a document she had signed some years earlier, supporting her Son's wish that I be formally made the appointed Guardian for the 2 boys. He also produced a document prepared much more recently indicating that, given the passage of time she had spent living with me, Margaret was now even more supportive of my appointment. This I felt was a very great compliment.
I produced the original document signed by Kevin, Margaret's Son, which he had given to me and which clearly stated his wish that beyond Margaret's involvement, I adopt the boys or become their legal Guardian. Since both he and the Mother of the 2 boys had each been dead for some time, there was no opposition at all to my appointment. In fact both boys themselves were asked by the Court and each spoke in strong support, indicating their desire to stay with me at least until they reached adulthood. So, the Order was made and I was then officially the Guardian I had really been for some years anyway.
Margaret's passing most affected the 2 boys as she was their only actual remaining blood relative and they were still both young enough to feel their loss strongly and show it openly and it took them both time to deal with the grieving process.
Following her funeral however, we talked and agreed that the three of us were a good team and that we could cope quite well together without any sort of live-in paid help. The boys were old enough to do their share when it came to normal domestic arrangements and I could always arrange a paid housekeeping / laundry service, as necessary.
The one thing that the boys were very concerned about however was my very close friend Tristan. He spent most of his free time at our place and had done so now for years. He literally used his small and lonely bachelor flat little more these days, than for sleeping. Further, his relationship with the 2 boys was virtually as strong as mine was. I'm satisfied that he adored them and that his feelings for them were entirely reciprocated.
Given this, the boys couldn't understand why he didn't simply move in with us and they had been making it very clear to him for a long time, that they very much wanted him to do so.
Despite my similar pleadings, I was sure he would not have made any such move whilst ever Margaret had been around or until the issue of my appointment as Guardian for the boys had been resolved by the Court. Then however, I was just as keen as the boys to welcome him. Our friendship had developed to the point where I virtually considered him my partner and I was satisfied that I had never had and would never have a better or closer best friend.
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It actually took us a further two years to get him to make the move and when he finally did in early 2004, he fitted in like a hand in a glove and it quickly felt like he had always lived with us.
Even then, Tristan and I did not have a sexual relationship, but in virtually every other respect we had become a Couple, which we had really been for a long time. The boys understood and fully accepted this odd relationship of ours for just what it was.
Both boys attended the local Marist Catholic School, not particularly for any religious reason, but simply because it was where Tristan was still a Brother and taught at a quite senior level.
Now at 15 Andrew was doing very well at the High School. He was a good student, a super swimmer and also very much into other sport generally. Despite his rather traumatic experiences as a 7 – 8 year old ( See Story 18 ) with his Mother and her death, the drug scene and forbidden boy sex, all of which understandably affected him dramatically for some time, he seemed to have finally and successfully put all that behind him. In fact he was now a very impressive and seemingly quite well adjusted youngster who was showing the first signs of interest in girls.
Jason was much quieter and he was not nearly as heavily into sport, but if anything he was more intelligent. He was now in his final year at the Primary school, but was at the top of his class. Given my background, I was impressed that, without influence from me, together with some of his school friends, he had become a Cub Scout and at nearly 11 was excited at the prospect of moving on to the Scout Troop.
There had never been any secrets in the household. Both boys knew about and were quite comfortable with the fact of my sexual orientation and Tristan's too and they were also fully aware of their own immediate family history and the disasters that had been the lives of both their parents.
Although there were occasional issues with both boys, as there are with any youngsters growing up, they were both generally well behaved and neither Tristan nor I could have been happier with the harmony in what we now saw as our new tight knit family unit of 4.
Of course being a family placed limits on our time and our involvements with others.
Whilst our young friends Troy and Matthew now had their own lives to live, which meant that we saw a little less of them than we used to, they continued to take a keen interest in Andrew and Jason as they grew up. They were still together as a Couple and appeared to be making a really successful new start to life following their rehabilitation. It had been Kevin's wish that these 2 each take the role of Uncle to his Sons Andrew and Jason. Kevin had played a major role in having them rescued from their major drug addiction problems and the developing disaster into which their lives had been descending. Both boys still maintained their regard and respect for Kevin's memory and they took their responsibilities as Uncles very seriously.
My young friend Simon, who was Troy's older brother, had left home in the country for study purposes and he was now living locally. Had he not approached me initially for help way back then with finding Troy, my life would probably not have been anything like it now was.
As a direct result of what had happened Simon chose to study and successfully qualify himself as a Social Worker. He and I remain good friends but he also sought to emulate Josh, his other hero who had been the Social Worker responsible for the success of Troy and Matthew's rehabilitation and I was quite proud of the work he was now doing in this important field.
On the other hand, at least initially I was quite aghast at the fact that Simon and Parish had become quite close friends. They were now both in their mid-twenties and although they didn't live together, everyone seemed to consider them `An Item'.
Parish, the young man who had helped Andrew during that time of crisis he went through back when he was 7 – 8 years old, still lived at `The Glamour' a Brothel which was also a secret den of iniquity where young children were abused and exploited and he continued to work for the evil man known as Dr Josef Mengele' who ran the `Boy Sex' operation there.
Despite his rough exterior, I liked Parish, so I warmed to his relationship with Simon and in fact felt that Simon would unquestionably be a good influence on him. However we were all concerned that he was still enmeshed with `The Glamour".
Knowing his history, I was aware that Parish had himself started with `The Glamour' as an exploited child at about 11, having until then been a street urchin for a long time and I understood that having known little else of life at all, Parish would find breaking away from that life which he knew, quite difficult.
His relationship with the evil Dr Josef as Parish called him, was at times turbulent and Parish talked at these times of trying to get out, but never seemed to be quite able to do it. Further, he often expressed concern at what the Dr might do if he wasn't around to provide the younger ones with some level of protection and try to ensure that the brutality the Dr was capable of was kept under control.
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A further three years passed during which things seemed to keep on a quite even keel and our little family experienced the normal ups and downs of everyday life. Andrew was doing his best to cope with his final year at school, whilst he had a new major distraction by the name of Alicia in his life. In consultation with him and her, Tristan and I planned Andrews 18th Birthday event, which was quite a success.
Jason was still an exceptional student, doing really well at the High school. Although Andrew had found having Tristan as a teacher difficult at times, Jason was very much looking forward to it happening. At just on 14 Jason had maintained his interest in the Scouts and had only recently been appointed as a Patrol Leader. I was very pleased.
It was a Friday night in August, 2007. Andrew was out with Alicia and Jason had just left for Scouts, so I was expecting a quiet evening at home with Tristan. However, Tristan wanted to talk and his initial opening remarks suggested that the issue to be discussed was serious.
"Have you had any cause for concern at odd behaviour on Jason's part just lately?" he asked.
"No" I replied, "although for a kid of his age, he does seem to have become a bit more... I'm not sure what the right words are... Perhaps, emotionally expressive and less inhibited than he was"
"I honestly think" said Tristan, "That we may have another little Gay Boy on our hands and I think we need to have a little talk to him, just to let him know if it's true, that it's OK, but that there are boundaries and that he needs to be very careful."
"I suppose now that you have raised it" I said, "a few little things have happened that I hadn't even thought about that I might have interpreted if I had, as being some sort of a `Come On'. He knows full well that we are both Gay, but then surely we would both be much too old to interest him?"
"That was my first thought too" said Tristan, "But I'm nearly sure that he has tried to come onto me a couple of times here at home and yesterday it happened at School, which must not happen again!!... Incidentally" he added, "I think we both keep ourselves looking quite respectable, for 2 old blokes!"
"OK" I said, "I think it needs to happen and probably the sooner the better"
"Good" said Tristan, "I'll have a little `one on one' with him sometime this weekend and if it's true, I'll bring you in at an appropriate time"
In the event, Jason confirmed his belief that he probably was Gay and now that the issue had been raised with him, he seemed quite comfortable about discussing it with us openly, which really impressed me. However, he was quite definite that he had never been molested or abused in any way by anyone.
He said that with the exception of one minor incident with a boy at school, he had absolutely no experience to go on and was basing his belief entirely on his own feelings, in particular his tendency when masturbating to always think about boys. He was conscious as well he said, of his seeming lack of any interest at all in girls. He said that the one incident he had mentioned, had involved him walking in on the boy who was alone at the urinal in the bogs at school, jacking off. The boy pressed him to help by finishing him off, which he eventually did and just the act of touching him, jacking him and seeing him cum, filled him with a sexual excitement he had never known. However, nothing further had happened since with that boy, who he didn't really know or particularly want to become involved with.
As regards Tristan and me, he said he admired us both enormously and had no feeling that our age might adversely affect anything that might happen to him with either of us; "After all" he said, "it's not as if you two are like some of those dirty old men I've seen hanging around at those toilets across the road in the park!!" And then he added with a grin, "But, I honestly don't know how I'll feel without the benefit of a real experience, do I?"
Jason had become a very nice looking and sexy teenager. He was solid and muscular, but tallish and without excess weight. He had dark brown hair, cut stylishly and deep dark brown eyes. I know that I, and I'm sure Tristan too, would have delighted in having him as a potential sex partner. However, we made it clear that given our relationship, such a thing was unlikely to happen.
We then combined to give him quite a bit of advice and some warnings about taking great care, while making it clear that being Gay ourselves, we were both there for him at any time he might need advice or just to talk. Whilst we had never restricted his computer use with thing like parental controls, he was happy to openly discuss with us the real dangers on the Internet and in particular things like `Chat Room' predators, etc.
"One final thing" I said, "I hope you will agree that Andrew needs to be told and that you should tell him, but that to do it, we should get together as a family, so that we all know that there are still no secrets. Don't know how he will react, but I think it needs to happen that way, irrespective"
Jason seemed to be in total acceptance of this and Tristan and I both came away from our talk with him feeling happy with the outcome and satisfied that Jason was too. We also agreed together that whilst neither of us would encourage Jason in any way, anything that might happen between him and either one of us was Jason's business. I felt that any real interest Jason might have was most likely to be towards Tristan and was confident that even should it happen; our rock solid relationship was such that Tristan would let me know.
We had agreed to try and get together to talk further as a family, at some stage during the following weekend. However, ...
When our doorbell rang the following Friday night, I was delighted to see that it was Simon and Parish.
After our initial informal small talk, Simon seemed to want to get down to some serious discussion. He seemed to be in quite an intense mood, Parish just seemed nervous.
"What we are about to tell you is very, very confidential and hush, hush" said Simon, but of course we trust you two totally and we are looking for some help, OK"
"Go on" I said.
"We think" Simon continued, "That something big might happen soon at `The Glamour' which might see its demise once and for all"
"Good" said Tristan, "But how come and why now? It's been fully 10 years since what happened with Andrew"
"All of the domino's seem to be falling into place together for us right at this time" said Simon, "First, as you would be well aware, there is a real current of discontent in the community at present, about the whole issue of `Child Abuse' particularly in its historical context as regards the Churches and other Institutions. It is being discussed openly for the first time ever, and there is even talk that there may be a Royal Commission established to investigate thoroughly. Second, we have a new State Government which is talking big about the problem of corruption in high places and since `The Glamour' has always had political sway and protection which has made it largely immune from any form of intervention in the past, the new clean skin Police Commissioner has been directed to, and has just established a new `top secret' Special Investigation Unit with extensive powers..."
"If the likes of you, just a young and as yet lowly Social Worker knows about it" I cut in with a sneer, "Everyone probably does, so it must be really top secret!!"
"Wrong" said Parish, speaking for the first time.
"Believe it or not" said Simon, smiling for the first time, "I've been appointed to the Unit, in the interests of the kids at `The Glamour' who will be affected if or when all this happens. The kind of help they will then need, will probably be more than I can hope to provide"
"Well done" I said, "And I mean that in all sincerity, but how did you come to get the job?"
"In addition to my qualifications, I have a certain friend" Simon replied looking straight at Parish, "Who is an insider looking to get out, and who has undertaken to be very helpful to the operation and then to turn `States Evidence' as an informant and a prime witness for the prosecution of the main offenders, Miss Gilda, Dr Josef and Mary Poppins who runs the little girl operation"
"Wow" said Tristan, "It sounds like it might really happen at last. So, Simon must have been very persuasive to get you to commit to something as scary as this" he added, turning to Parish.
"He was" said Parish, "and it is fuckin...sorry, I mean it is really scary. But also, I'm finding it harder and harder to work with Josef and since I've now pretty much reached an age at which he no longer has a personal sexual interest in me, I'm not expecting him to want me around too much longer. So, it needs to happen before I get kicked out!!"
"Assuming it does happen" I said, "You're going to be the centre of serious notoriety for quite some time and even apart from that, it's going to be the biggest personal lifestyle upheaval and change you've ever experienced. Are you sure you are going to be able to handle it and what, if anything do you plan longer term for yourself?"
"Whether it happens or not" Parish responded, "I'm convinced that I have no real future now, so although I'm scared shitless, I'll do it and I'll handle it as best I can. The good thing is that I'm assured of real support from great people like Simon and Josh and some of the others in the new Unit" then he added, "First up I'm going to move in with my Simon, which is what we've both wanted to have happen for a long time and my longer term hope is that like them and with their ongoing help and support I can get myself a Social Work qualification and be as good at it as Josh and Simon are."
"What I'm hoping" said Simon, "Is that I can arrange to have Parish employed to assist me working with the kids from `The Glamour'. He will be invaluable because he knows them and largely has their trust and the work we will do together with them will give him a good initial social work experience".
"And when you say all this might happen soon" said Tristan, are you able to be a bit more specific as to just when?"
"Not really" Simon replied, "But, we are fairly confident that it will actually be closed down before the end of the year, probably in late October or in November. Then, who knows for how long the prosecutions and other after affects will drag on, Months, maybe years."
"It seems as though it's being well planned" said Tristan, "All you have to do is be absolutely sure that it stays under wraps until it happens. Because the slightest little leak and the whole thing is likely to be `Up the Spout' totally"
"I agree" said Simon, "We are being very careful and hopefully nothing like a leak will happen".
"You said something at the start about needing our help" I said, "I hope you're not seeking to have Andrew testify about what happened to him. Because I'm not sure we'd be happy about that after all these years, even if he was prepared to, which I doubt"
"If Andrew was prepared to and you two agreed, that would be really good" Simon responded, "But I understand your feelings and I think we'll have enough to succeed, without the outcome depending on testimony from Andrew. The help we hope you two will give us is entirely another matter, although in a way, the circumstances have a few similarities".
"Go on then" said Tristan.
"The boys they use at `The Glamour" are normally in the 11 or 12 through to 15 or 16 maximum, age range" said Simon, "It's quite rare to have younger ones. In fact according to Parish, Andrew was one of only a few. However, they have one at the moment and his story is quite heart wrenching" and Simon indicated that Parish should continue.
According to Parish, the boy's Father was a really nasty piece of work named Nate and he was obviously Bi with a huge sexual appetite. It all started when he took himself off to the Philippines to find a wife for himself, which had been something of a trend here for a period. The Pilipino woman he brought back home was beautiful and she was quickly pregnant. However, he expected her to work and she became a sweat shop employee doing maximum hours for the minimum, poultry wages she was able to earn. She worked right up to the day that she went into labour and she had the baby right there on the floor of the sweat shop. ( Hospitals cost money ! )
The baby was fine, but it became apparent that something had gone wrong and there would be no more babies from the woman who was called Proz. Nate was not happy and if Proz thought that she had already been poorly treated, it was like nothing compared to what was to come. She just became a slave, ordered instantly back to work in the sweat shop, whilst still being expected to care for the child. Further, Nate regularly beat her and raped her savagely. Meanwhile, he was a regular at `The Glamour' seeking sex with a number of Miss Gilda's prostitutes, but also with several of the Doctor's boys. He didn't appear to work and was on a Social Security Benefit. Beyond what Proz managed to earn for him, nobody knew from where he got all his money.
As soon as the boy Fillipe was old enough, Nate started to use him sexually too and as soon as he turned 7 an agreement was reached between Nate and Dr Josef. Fillipe would become the little doll boy at `The Glamour'. He would live in and work there 5 days a week, just coming home on weekends. Nate would get a percentage of the boy's earnings and in return the Doctor could use him as he saw fit.
Like Andrew, Fillipe was much too young to be fucked by Clients and the Doctor was reluctantly persuaded to agree, accepting that he was much more valuable if he saw the work as fun and took to it, which he did. In fact, given his lack of any proper up-bringing, all that the boy really wanted was some serious care and affection and since he had never know about the normal taboos around sex, he took to it and loved it.
Meanwhile, one night in a raging drunken fit of temper, Nate went too far and beat Proz to death. He was caught, charged with murder and got a life sentence in a maximum security prison. Not long after his incarceration, he got into a fight with a group of prisoners seeking to gang rape him and he was stabbed. He died before reaching the hospital.
"As a consequence" said Parish in conclusion, "Fillipe having lost both his parents in fairly quick succession is now living full time at `The Glamour'. He is very much the perfect little Gay sex toy who knows nothing beyond how to satisfy others sexually and at nearly 8 he has nobody and has never experienced anything of a normal boy's life, not even a rough life on the streets, like some of the others"
"Because of his circumstances and as he is so young, we want him if possible to be saved from what all the other kids will face and what we were rather hoping" said Simon, "Is that you two might consider taking Fillipe on, in much the way that you did Dusty, with Andrew and Jason. I know that it's a big ask" he added, "But honestly, he really is a delightful little kid, who is normally no trouble provided he is allowed to give and get plenty of intimacy and affection".
"Our big problem" said Parish, "Is that we need it to happen pretty much straight away if possible, so that he will be feeling as happy and comfortable in his new surroundings as possible when the shut-down actually happens and we don't want him anywhere near `The Glamour' at the time that it does happen. At the same time, regrettably he will need to be there to work as normal, whenever required, so as to ensure that Josef doesn't get suspicious at all".
"That sounds a bit `Iffy' to me" said Tristan, "Assuming we were to agree, how do you feel you could manage it successfully?"
"I would rely on 2 things" replied Parish. "First Josef's only real interest is that the kids are there to work when required and young fillipe has no problem with working. He has been doing it for over 9 months now and he likes it, so he'll be happy enough to keep doing it. A few more months will not taint him any more than he's already tainted. Secondly, beyond the work, Josef doesn't give a shit about the boys. There are a couple of us to supervise them and keep them in order and we ensure that there are no problems, so Josef never checks on us or them. As it happens I've made sure that I'm in charge of supervising Fillipe. As he is so young, he only works with Clients of a day time. Beyond that nobody needs to know where he is, except me and if needs be, I can have him back there well before any suspicion would arise, so hopefully it will work".
"I have to admit to seeing potential holes in it" said Tristan "So I guess we'll just have to hope that it will work as you expect"
"What do you think, Dusty?" asked Simon.
"WOW" I exclaimed, "The whole thing just sort of blows my mind a bit. Do we get a bit of time to think about it, talk about it and consult with the boys? Because if not, the answer as far as I'm concerned, is No!"
"Sure" said Simon, "How long do you think you'll need?"
"At least the weekend" I said looking to Tristan who nodded in agreement. "And" I added, "If we are stupid enough to still end up considering it, we can have an initial evening visit here to meet Fillipe as a family one night next week and perhaps a sleepover one other night. If they go OK we'll then make a final decision and start to plan further".
"Good, let's have a cup of tea" said Simon sounding relieved.
Tristan and I were both nervous about our family discussion on the weekend with the boys, as we now had a lot more to cover than just Jason's sexual orientation and I think Jason was more nervous telling Andrew about that than he had been discussing it with us.
However, it was all very positive and went well and I was both impressed with and proud of the maturity both boys displayed.
Andrew said that he had harboured some suspicions about Jason for a while and that it didn't worry him, so long as he didn't try to `get it on' with him, adding that as far as he was concerned they always had and would still always have a really good relationship as brothers.
He surprised us by saying that if it meant the end of a `shit hole' ( his words – and neither boy normally used that kind of language, at least not when we were around anyway! ) like `The Glamour' he would be absolutely prepared if necessary, to go to court and testify as to just what had happened to him.
He also said that if saving Fillipe achieved the same sort of outcome that had been achieved when I came into the lives of himself and Jason, then he was for it and we should do it. That gave me quite a lump in the throat, when Jason said he agreed wholeheartedly. So in the end there was no need for a lot of discussion, although there were some issues raised.
Andrew said he was concerned for Fillipe if he was to continue being used by Clients at `The Glamour' for the time being. "Even though I was only little" he said, "I have a vivid memory of seeing my Father once just before he died of Aids and it was horrible. How can we be sure that Fillipe hasn't got or won't catch it or something else just as bad?"
The answer was of course that we couldn't be absolutely sure. But, I had been assured by Parish that all the boys, including Fillipe were checked regularly by a real Doctor and because of his age he had not yet been penetrated, nor was he involved to the best of their knowledge in any disease prone activity. At last check he still had a clean bill of health. Andrew seemed happy with this explanation.
The other major issue of course was our own accommodation arrangements and this took us on an unexpected tangent when Andrew threw in a whole new issue out of left field.
It was a big and quite spacious Unit, but with only 3 bedrooms; mine, Tristans ( which used to be Margarets ) and the one shared by the 2 boys. It was quite a big bedroom, but not big enough I didn't think for 3 boys.
Andrews point was that he would ( Hopefully ) be going to University in the new year, as would Alicia. He said that they were pretty serious about each other and although marriage was not yet on the agenda, they had talked about living together off campus. "I know" he said, "That it will have to be talked through properly with you two and her Parents, but provided that we do all the right things, since we are both already 18, with your support we could make a move now, we don't need to wait until next year and then Fillipe can have my bed !!
I could see that Andrew was using our need to accommodate Fillipe as a means to getting what he wanted and I didn't want to be conned by him and I said as much to him. At the same time, Andrews future was important and I saw no reason not to agree to the further discussion he was proposing. If it worked out then the side line problem of accommodating Fillipe longer term would be solved.
I expressed this view and had Tristan's full support.
"So Jason" said Tristan, "How do you feel about possibly having to end up sharing your room with Fillipe?"
"Apart from the fact that we don't even know him yet" said Jason, "He'll most likely be easier to live with than `Boof Head' here... Just joking!" he added quickly as Andrew shook a fist at him, smiling broadly. "Besides" said Jason, "It might be good to be the bigger Brother for a change, instead of the little one!!"
"Well" I said, "For now, can you two cope with a camp bed for Fillipe in your room?" and they both agreed that they could.
Parish brought Fillipe around for the evening meal a couple of nights later and I have to admit that I thought he was absolutely gorgeous. He was small and extremely thin with jet black hair, sparkling black eyes and a beautiful smile. He was very well behaved and very affectionate to both Tristan and me. He seemed to love every minute of the visit and couldn't get enough of his new special friends Andrew and Jason.
On that first sleepover night, we had the camp bed set up for Fillipe. But the next morning, it was actually Andrew who reported having Fillipe invade his bed not long after the light went out and spend the whole night sleeping with him. Andrew said that nothing happened. He just cuddled up to me and went straight to sleep. "he'd have soon found himself kicked out" he added, "If he had tried anything!!"
We were all sufficiently charmed to agree on a final decision for Fillipe in the positive.
Exactly the same thing happened during Fillipe's next sleepover, except that this time he chose to sleep with Jason. And so the pattern was set with Fillipe alternating sleeping partners, but doing no more than cuddling up and sleeping.
Within a couple of weeks Fillipe was with us every evening and staying over every night. He continued to be extremely affectionate with Tristan and I and it became clear that we were both developing a close relationship with him. Andrew confided to me that he quite liked having Fillipe sleep with him. Jason told me that he found it quite difficult, because Fillipe just went to sleep, whereas he often found it hard to get to sleep because the boy was a real `turn on' for him.
Andrew and Alicia had their meeting with Tristan and me, and a subsequent one with her parents and it was all a bit more difficult than Andrew had expected as there was some opposition from her Mother. Still negotiations continued and without going into detail, agreement was eventually reached on the basis that they would each complete their final year school exams before the move. These were scheduled to end in late October and so they started to look for a suitable rental.
Then in early October, it happened...
Andrew was studying and the other 2 boys were together doing something when Tristan asked me to sit quietly with him for a word.
"I had an unexpected visitor to my bedroom last night" he said, "He told me that Fillipe was sleeping with Andrew and he was alone again and he just couldn't stand it any longer. He stayed with me until about 5.am and it was the most unbelievable, incredible and wonderful night of experiences I think I've ever had, even including anything I experienced in my younger days. He clearly loved it too and when he was leaving he made it pretty clear that your room is his next stop. What do you think about that ???"
"Assuming he comes to me, do you think he'll then be satisfied or will he want more?" I asked.
"If last night is anything to go by, I'm absolutely certain that he'll want more. What's more, I hate to have to say it because I feel bad about letting it happen at all, but `I want more!!' and if you have an experience too that is anything like mine, you will want more as well, otherwise you're not human, it was just mind-blowingly fabulous" he said.
"Has he said anything to you since" I asked,
"Not a word about that, but we have talked and he is just being his normal self, as cool as a cucumber" he replied.
"What a mess" I said, "If anything, I thought he just might come to you, but I didn't expect this outcome. We'll just have to wait and see what happens, I guess".
It was only about a week later when Jason slipped quietly into my room and I found that Tristan had been right, it was hard to recall having had such a night of exquisite and amazing sex in many, many years. Before leaving, Jason said he had now unquestionably experienced the two best nights of his life. However he expressed some frustration in that neither Tristan nor I had been willing to `take his cherry' "So, I suppose I'll just have to keep working on you both and begging" he said.
I chose purposely not to respond to that. Instead I said, "You told me in confidence a while ago that Fillipe turned you on big time, yet you've moved on Tristan and me but not him. How come?"
"Perhaps I will when Andrew moves out. Once he's no longer around, I'll have Fillipe to myself". He whispered as he prepared to slip away back to his own bed.
In due course Andrew and Alicia completed their exams and prepared to move into the small Unit they had leased near the University.
I was a little surprised, but as his Official Guardian ( as opposed to a sex hungry maniac boy lover! ) pleased, that Jason had chosen not to make any further nocturnal visits to either Tristan or me. But then one day in early November about 2 weeks after Andrew had moved out, he took me aside quietly and with some enthusiasm explained just how exhausted he was..."Because that Fillipe is a real little fire cracker!! He is just magnificent and we are getting it on every night" he said, "Neither of us can ever seem to get enough and God, he is only just 8. I absolutely love him".
Tristan and I agreed that if it had to happen at all, sex between the 2 boys was preferable for our very conservative consciences, than our involvement, even if our lusts had been awakened and we wanted to be involved.
Considering what her life was like, Fillipe's Mother had done a superb job with him to the extent that she could. His spoken English was good, his manners were impeccable and he was very well behaved. However, there were lots of problems. The main one at 8 years of age was his lack of formal education and I was itching to do something about that, but couldn't until whatever was going to happen at `The Glamour' actually happened.
Both Parish and Simon assured us that it was imminent, but as the days of November passed, we began to have our doubts.
Then one Monday evening Parish gave me the word that Wednesday would be the big day and that he would not be collecting Fillipe to take to `The Glamour' any more, other than in an emergency.
I had arranged some leave which could be taken at short notice, so that I was at home with Fillipe on the Wednesday when the story first broke on the radio. Once it broke, it became a sensation and shook the media like few stories had in a very long time and it took and held every TV, radio and newspaper headline day after day for a very long time. As a result, overnight, the Doctor and the other main offenders became household names. One person arrested as being a silent partner and someone who had wielded huge influence, was a well-known politician of long standing, whose involvement I had known absolutely nothing about. Another somewhat ghostly figure about who little was known was never identified. He was simply referred to as "P" and as the informer, largely credited with bring the whole thing down, he was relentlessly pursued by the media and admired by the public.
By Christmas, Fillipe had settled in full time with us and he seemed to be totally happy. By then he fully understood and accepted what had happened and he knew full well that `The Glamour' was no longer a part of his life.
Christmas was a quiet time during which we celebrated the success of the operation with Simon and his friend "P" the informant. Parish was pleased to get away from his notoriety for a while, but said he was dreading the Trial which was scheduled to start in March and could drag on for a long time.
Simon said that amongst other work he and Parish were doing, he wanted to arrange to have me appointed as Fillipe's Official Guardian, provided that I was prepared to have that occur. I said that I was and to my surprise, that happened very quickly and without incident at a hearing before the Court in February 2008.
School had resumed and given the private tutoring I had arranged to help Fillipe catch up a bit, he took to school immediately and loved it. Meanwhile, Andrew and Alicia were preparing to start at University and every indication we had was that they were very happy with their co-habitation arrangement.
Then one night in early March I was rudely awoken from a deep sleep, to find both Jason and Fillipe in my bed. It was the first nocturnal visit which had been made since Jason's 2 original forays. But they used their combined charms to really make up for lost time and by morning I was in heaven, but totally exhausted.
The boys made a similar combined visit to Tristan about a week later and spent the whole night with him.
After that, a pattern emerged. The visits occurred about once a week, sometimes to me and sometimes to Tristan. But, they would always come together.
Then eventually another change began to occur. If they were with me, after an hour or so one of them would slip away and go to Tristan and likewise, if they were with him, one would eventually come to me.
Whilst both boys spent time both together and individually with me and together and individually with Tristan and we all loved every combination, it gradually became clear that the predominant pairings preferred both by Tristan and I and by Jason and Fillipe, were when Jason was with Tristan and I was with Fillipe.
Then one night, Jason put on his Scout uniform and took Fillipe along to join the Cub Scouts. Fillipe loved it immediately.
They both spent a glorious night that night in bed with me and in the morning I awoke to find them entwined together beside me, sound asleep.
They looked so beautiful together and I looked beyond them to a Scout uniform folded neatly over a chair in a way that allowed me to see Jason's Patrol Leader insignia on the shirt and I recalled myself all those years ago as a 14 year old Patrol Leader, who was head over heels in love with another boy called "Phillip" !!! ( See Story 5 )
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It had been a big and special day and quite a late night and I was sure that sleep had come almost immediately my head had touched the pillow. Yet I had awakened suddenly aware of the other presence in my bed and the darkness of the night. It was not hard to identify my visitor because Fillipe had a very distinctive and exciting smell I loved, comprising clean boy and the special shampoo he used. However, I had no idea as to the time of night and didn't care anyway.
He seemed to be stealthily moving towards me under the covers, so I reached for him and drew him into my embrace. His immediate response was to wrap himself around me and our lips met. It was not my custom to wear anything to bed and both Fillipe, my regular nocturnal visitor and Jason, who still came occasionally, always removed anything they were wearing before entering the bed.
The kiss was long and breathtaking and Fillipe used his tongue to maximum effect. I could feel the solidness of his iron hard spear against my stomach and I ran my hands over the smoothness of his back and the 2 beautiful orbs of his rump, marvelling at the perfection of his skin and in fact, his whole body.
It was 2010 and at 11, Fillipe was now starting to become boyhood perfection. Yet I had already been privileged to have known him intimately for nearly 3 years and I still couldn't get enough of him. What is more, I was not the aggressor. He clearly still loved coming to and being with me as much as he always had.
My own manhood stood solidly against my stomach, in parallel with Fillipe's smaller but burgeoning spear and holding those orbs of his, I began to hump him against myself. As he joined in and the momentum increased, I rolled to my back, keeping him on top of me and gradually our frenzy increased.
Then before we reached a point of no return Fillipe spread his legs, came up onto his knees straddling my torso and started to move up. By the time he reached my upper chest, I was anxious to take his offering and it slipped neatly in. I used my tongue and lips to minutely examine and lick all of it and when he began to hump my face I began to suck. Once again I held him by those twin orbs and controlled his in / out movements as his excitement mounted and he began to moan and groan. Although it was quite dark I could hear his lust in his animal grunting's as they came to a crescendo and he exploded, falling forward onto his palms.
Something was new, as for the first time I had the definite taste of boy nectar, suggesting that Fillipe had progressed and that his days of dry climax were over. There wasn't a lot, but there had clearly been a discharge and I took all I could, keeping him in my mouth as he softened.
By the time I allowed him to withdraw and he snuggled down beside me, I could tell that he was re-hardening again. Our kissing resumed and between each kiss I quietly whispered my congratulations and explained what for.
"So" he whispered in reply, "I'm getting to be a big boy now. Soon there might be hair down there and then finally, you might be prepared to enter me and make this into real sex!!"
"Not for a long time yet" I responded, "I love you too much right now and I wish you could stay like you are now, for ever".
"I love you too" he murmured, "so I had best give you this special final Birthday Gift I have been saving up all day, especially for now..."
"Once again, Happy 60th Birthday, Dusty" he said clearly, as he manoeuvred himself into position beneath the covers and I found myself engulfed by a ravenous and excited young mouth with a gift for oral manipulation. There was no doubt at all that my climax would be quick, but momentous.
To me there was absolutely no question that right now, I was "enjoying the good life" Let's hope my good fortune continues.