The Kiddie Sex Scene

Story Eighteen. 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 until now 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 is no exception, but it is fairly complex and my longest. Further, some of its themes will flow through to my final submission – Story 20.

The Stories are all 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.

Despite all of the benefits the Sexual Revolution brought to the Gay Community Down Under during the 70's and 80's, permitting much greater freedoms so that for example people could come out for the first time, which of course they did, a down side was the rise of `Homophobia', a problem which is, if anything an even bigger worry today. Regrettably too, those decades also very much represented a time when corruption and serious criminality brought more people into the Sex scene generally, who through prostitution, drugs and other even more reprehensible, much darker activities, sought both profit and power at the expense of others. Like my last tale ( Story 17 ) the story below is the second of my only 2 serious direct contacts in the 1990's with the very sleazy side of that whole scene.

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 been completed and I don't plan to change any of them. But, I would still very much appreciate and be interested in your comments and feedback.

Please email me at: aarontheaussie@bigpond.com

Just a 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 find this story OK.

Aaron.

BIG BUSINESS – THE KIDDIE SEX SCENE.

Amongst my e-mails was one from someone named Josh. E-mails were suddenly the new very `in' way to communicate, but I was a bit wary as much of what was being sent around was just junk and a few were clearly `con jobs' or even `virus transmitters'. However, I thought I should check out this one and I was glad I didn't just delete it, as it was important.

It was 1997 and I was 46. I was still in the closet, with no plan or particular desire now to ever come out. As a `Boy Lover' my sexual exploits had not been extensive, but those I had experienced were really good and provided me with valued memories.

I had gotten to know a few openly gay men in my local community during the 6 years or so since I had moved into my fairly up-market apartment in an inner suburb close to the city and I had found that they were largely just ordinary people much like me. However, a couple of them had encountered quite bad experiences as a result of being obviously and openly `Out' and proud of it.

One continued to have trouble at work with a group of fellow workers who were excessively homophobic towards him and maintained an aggressive and bullying attitude.

Another had suffered serious injuries when beaten up savagely by a big group of very homophobic louts, who were all typically and extremely drunk and out of all control.

However, one gay individual named Tristan, with whom I had developed a very good casual friendship, impressed me as having a particularly self-confident personality. What I liked about him was that, although definitely `Out' and very comfortable with who and what he was, he seemed to see no reason to flaunt his sexuality. Our friendship had only progressed to occasional casual get-togethers for coffee at weekends at the local shopping complex and was still developing, but he was roughly about my age and we related really well with each other. Our sometimes quite in depth discussions suggested very similar views, attitudes and abilities. I recall for example, one particular discussion with him that centred on alcohol, but drifted to a few other subjects, including homophobia.

Despite all this, my life now mainly revolved around my work as a partner with a large and prestigious Accounting Firm and at times I felt that life had become a little solitary, even though I had returned with some enthusiasm to Square Dancing. That had been one of the real passions of my youth and as a social outlet I was again enjoying it and the interaction which resulted, mainly with lots of women of my own age.

As soon as I began to read the e-mail from Josh, it all made sense and I was able to relate to Josh immediately. He was the Social Worker responsible for the rehabilitation of 2 young gay drug addicts I had managed to link with his service.

Both addicts, Troy and Matthew were in deep trouble with serious Heroin habits. But fortunately, they had found each other and they wanted to stay together as a couple, which according to Troy, gave them both for the very first time in a long, long time, a real reason to live and to try to get their lives back together.

In addressing the e-mail to me, Josh had used my preferred nick-name Dusty. It read as follows:

Hi Dusty,

I am very pleased to advise you that despite the challenges and some serious setbacks along the way, in the longer term things have gone very well for both Matthew and Troy and I anticipate that they will be ready to leave the Rehabilitation Program here fairly soon.

Despite their success, when they do leave they will still need a lot of support and there are some issues in this regard I would like to discuss with you face to face.

They are both now at the point where they should re-establish some contact with the outside world and they have both asked if they could see you first and then perhaps Troy's Brother Simon.

By chance I have also just received a communication, actually addressed to Matthew, indicating that a friend of theirs named Kevin is now in Palliative Care in hospital. It suggests that he only has a very short time to live, but that he is seeking if possible, to see the 2 boys and you before his demise.

At this point in their rehabilitation I can't let the boys see Kevin, but Matthew hopes that you will go and see him. In fact, he is desperately concerned for Kevin and wants to be sure that his dying wish to be visited is respected.

If you would contact me we can arrange to meet. Then we can discuss those support issues, arrange for you to see the boys and I can give you the full details I have concerning Kevin.

Thanks, Josh.

It was I recalled, through my young friend Simon, who was Troy's older Brother that I had first become involved and together we had managed to find Troy and his friend Matthew and succeed in helping them both. ( See Story 17. )

We had only ever met Kevin twice and at the time I was quite dubious of him. In his twenties, he was a rough and basic type who had clearly been a street derelict a long time. Not only was he a drug addict and an alcoholic, reduced at times to drinking just about anything he could get his hands on, but he also had Aids and it was as a result of this condition that he was dying, By then drugs were available to at least keep people with Aids alive, despite the lack of a complete cure. But, given his circumstances Kevin had not sought treatment and the hospital advised me that it was now too late to save him.

Kevin had claimed to have taken Matthew and Troy under his wing as their protector given the rough street environment in which they were surviving and despite my scepticism, he came through and helped us get the 2 boys into rehabilitation, for which he has since had my thanks and respect.

My meeting with Josh in response to his e-mail, went well and subsequently, I put a lot of work into the issues we discussed, which concerned the longer term supports Matthew and Troy would need upon their release from rehabilitation in order to try to ensure the ongoing success of the process to that point. In the event the 2 boys are now living very happily together as a couple, both have gainful employment and Troy's Brother Simon and I both have a close and strong ongoing relationship with them.

Josh had arranged my quite successful initial meeting with the boys at the Rehab Centre and as planned, Simon and I both then participated in a follow up get together with them.

On my first visit with them, I was able to re-assure the boys of my intention to see Kevin at the hospital and having by then seen him, I was able to report back to the boys on my second visit with them. However, my report back to them was on the genuine positives only of my visit to see Kevin.

I told them of his real pleasure at knowing how well they had come through the rehabilitation process, his acceptance that it was not appropriate for them to also visit him and his understanding as to why. I also passed to them his stated acceptance of his fate, his claim that he was happy that his struggle with life would soon be over and his wish that he be remembered by them in some favourable light.

For all his faults, Kevin had been their friend at a time of crisis in their lives and although they were hurt and saddened by his circumstances and his expected passing, the boys accepted and embraced the positives I gave them in such a way that in their memories, I'm sure he will always remain someone who was very special to them.

I failed purposely to mention to anyone the more difficult aspects of my visit with Kevin. In particular, the state of decline I found him in and his concerns about the family I didn't even know that he had.

What made this particularly hard was that he had so much to tell me, yet in his condition just getting the words out was a real struggle for him.

He started out by claiming that because of what I did for the boys, he trusted and admired me above virtually anyone else and that he desperately needed my help. He said that the burden I would take on if I agreed to help him was enormous, but he hoped that I would. He then pressed me to do so, stating that he had made what preparation he could for his passing on the assumption that I would help and that he was utterly lost if I did not agree.

How could I not agree to at least hear him out and do what I could to help if it was within my capability?

Fortunately, he had arranged to have his wishes detailed for him in writing by someone, in the form of a kind of `Deed' with some directions for me to follow, all of which he had signed. It was all quite rough and I was not at all sure of its legal validity, but I was impressed that someone with his background and in his condition had managed to arrange it at all. In fact as rough as it was, having it helped a lot in clarifying most of the detail of the somewhat garbled story he attempted to convey to me during the rest of my visit.

What follows is his story, but told in brief and simple terms:

Kevin managed to get a girl named Sandra ( Sandy ) pregnant at a very young age. They were immediately estranged from her parents and when they moved away leaving them alone with a baby and no word as to where the bastards ( Kevin's words ) had gone, contact with them was lost totally.

Kevin's Mum had raised him alone, his Father having shot through before he was even born. So, with some support from her, they and baby Andrew were happy together for a while, despite unemployment, occasional shit jobs only, a lack of money and as a result very basic but expensive accommodation and mounting debt.

But of course the relationship deteriorated and he discovered that Sandy was using drugs, drinking and becoming a real slut with other men, even though they were still fucking each other like rabbits. The result was epic fights, which got worse once he hit the bottle and then started using too.

Then suddenly there was another pregnancy and things just got worse. Sandy insisted that the baby was his; he believes it probably was, and they agreed to assume that anyway, but who really knew? By the time Jason was born things were really shit. They were both just 20 with a 4 year old and a baby; they had lost their rental and were on the street with no money and each with major drug and drinking problems.

Sandy turned to prostitution and became ( in Kevin's words ) `a real cunt, bitch'. Eventually, the brawls and the whole situation overcame Kevin and he just had to leave and he did. He wandered the streets becoming a real derelict, got into hustling to support his now serious habits and contracted Aids somewhere along the way.

Meanwhile things didn't improve for the kids and with Sandy in a bad way, the Child Welfare authorities intervened and Andrew and Jason were placed in the care of Kevin's Mother Margaret.

"Jason is OK at present cause he's only 3 now" said Kevin, "But Andrew is 7 and he's torn between his Grand Mother and his fuckin deadshit Mother"

After some serious struggle for breath, Kevin added, "My problem is that my mum is not well herself and I'm worried about what might happen to the boys, should anything happen to her. What I want is for you to get legal custody of them and bring `em up proper like and well away from fuckin Sandy or the Child Welfare...and if Matthew and Troy are back on the straight and narra, I'd like you to involve them, maybe as kinda Uncles for the boys!!"

I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of what he was asking of me personally and in fact I was very unsure that it was legally possible, given my age and the fact that I am a single man. Still I took the Deed and Directions he gave to me and assured him that if at all possible, I would do what he wanted and whatever was in the best interests of the boys, if what he wanted was not possible.

When I left, knowing that I would not see him alive again, silent tears were flooding down his cheeks and I was just about equally as emotional.

Kevin's Mother Margaret attended his funeral which I had arranged and paid for and she brought the 2 boys, Andrew and little Jason. Nobody else came. Even though Matthew and Troy wanted to, Josh and I agreed that they were still not ready for a drama like that.

Once the simple service was over, I took the opportunity to spend some time with the boys and their Nana, with a view to establishing a relationship with each of them which could be developed. I felt that it went quite well and I arranged to make a visit to their place next.

Again I was well received, particularly by Margaret and I was sure I was bonding well with Jason. Andrew wasn't a problem either, but it was clear that he was going to take a bit more time to fully warm to me.

Margaret's rental was tiny and basic, which made it difficult for her with 2 young and boisterous boys, particularly at her age and since she had health problems of her own as well.

I then had them around to my place for a meal and to stay over-night for the first time. For an apartment, my place is quite modern and spacious, but it's still just an apartment. My visitors acted like they were in a real Palace.

Meanwhile I had carefully checked the documents Kevin had given me and I had sought some advice on them from our legal people at work.

Although very rough and basic, I was still impressed with the content of those documents. Essentially Kevin had very clearly stated his wish as the boys' Father that I should be permitted to adopt them both or become their legal Guardian, in the event that anything should happen to his Mother Margaret or that she was no longer able to continue in that role.

I was asked to:

1. Quickly establish and foster a good personal relationship if possible, with both the boys and with Margaret.

2. Assist Margaret however it may be necessary to ensure whatever will be in the best interests of the boys.

3. Encourage Margaret to provide written endorsement of his wishes concerning my involvement as Guardian, as soon as she feels happy to do so.

4. Defend the boys against any attempt on the part of their Mother Sandy, to regain custody of them. And

5. Do my very best for the boys once I become Guardian, even if I have to fight for that right.

On that night when they were first at my place, once the boys were in bed, I showed Kevin's papers to Margaret and explained them to her in some detail.

I then suggested that she contact an entirely independent legal advisor, when she felt happy to do so, in order to provide the endorsement Kevin wanted from her.

I made it clear that she must not feel any pressure from me in the matter as it was Kevin's wish and if for any reason she felt unable to provide the endorsement, she should still obtain entirely independent legal advice on what to do. I also explained that either way, I would provide her with the funds to cover her independent legal advice so that she would not be burdened with those costs. Finally however, assuming that she would decide to provide the endorsement, I emphasised the importance of doing so as soon as possible, so that it would then be in place if, or when needed.

I guess that Margaret would have been in her late sixties and she was slight and frail looking. Her own illness added to her problems, yet I was amazed and impressed at her ability to deal with and relate well to the boys.

Given her personal and financial circumstances, I went on to suggest that life might be significantly easier for her, if she and the boys moved in with me, strictly on the basis that she share the burden of caring for the boys with me.

"Apart from anything else" I added, "You would have no rent to pay and I would be happy to pay you something for any housekeeping you could manage for me"

"The problem I see with that" she said, "is that school for Andrew is close and convenient and he walks on his own. He couldn't get there and back on his own at his age from here and I don't see changing schools as a good idea, at least until he is a bit older"

"OK" I said, "I'm sure we could overcome that problem easily enough. But again, I don't want you to feel pressured. Let's just leave it for now on the basis that the offer stands. Think about it and we can always discuss it again, at any time you want".

Again I felt that Margaret's vibes concerning what we had discussed were very positive and we each seemed happy as we went to our separate bedrooms for the night.

Given the constraints of my significant professional responsibilities and workload, I spent a lot of time during the weeks which followed with Margaret and the boys and I was convinced that our relationships became closer and closer. I was particularly pleased with the way Andrew was relating to me, even though there was still something odd that I couldn't quite discern.

Then one Saturday the four of us attended a big ( no alcohol ) party at the Apartment I had arranged and had set up for Matthew and Troy, and we helped them celebrate having completed their Rehabilitation Program.

As I had told them nothing, the boys were flabbergasted to find that they suddenly had 2 pseudo nephews, but their excitement was amazing and there was instant bonding between all 4 of them. The party was an incredible success and boded well as a start for Matthew and Troy's future and for their future ongoing relationship with Andrew and Jason. I was just so happy at how well it had all gone.

It was only a few days later at Margaret's, once the boys were in bed that we talked again.

On the positive side, she told me that she had seen a lawyer and formally provided an endorsement, supporting Kevin's wish to involve me and she added that she had been unable to find any reason at all, not to do so. I took that as a compliment and was very pleased. She gave me a copy of the document she had signed for my record and I noted the amount she had already apparently paid the Lawyer and promised to reimburse her by a direct Bank Deposit.

She also said that subject to sorting Andrew's School issue, she had decided to accept my proposal that they move in with me. She said that she needed to give the Agent one months' notice and we agreed on a weekend a month hence, to affect the move.

Andrew was very much into swimming and had lessons after school twice a week, which meant a 4.30pm finish at the local pool on those days. Otherwise he came out of school at 3.30pm. We agreed that I would take Andrew to school by car each day on my way to work and that I would collect him twice a week from the pool. Margaret would collect him from the school on the three other days. Although now 4, Jason was still managed full time by Margaret. He was not yet at school and had not been involved with any form of pre-school.

Unfortunately, there was also a negative side to our talk.

Margaret confessed that on a number of recent occasions after school and after his Swimming lessons, Andrew had simply failed to come home when expected and had just totally disappeared for anything up to several hours. When he did finally appear, on 2 occasions well after dark, he was visibly upset but tight lipped about where he had been, yet otherwise he seemed to be quite OK. Of even more concern, on enquiring she had been advised by the school that on several occasions, having left home for school as normal in the morning, he had simply not attended or had absconded from school for a part of the day.

Margaret was worried that Andrew may be seeing his Mother. She was not comfortable with that if he was, but understood his remaining attachment to her and his need to do so, which meant she no longer knew how to handle the situation at all. At the same time she was concerned that unexplained disappearances like these could involve something else more sinister.

" Such as?" I asked.

"Don't Know" she said, "Anything's possible. It occurred to me for example that she could be getting the boy to go buying drugs for her"

"Shit" I said, "This is not good. What do you think we should do?"

"Do you know that's the first time I've ever heard you swear" she said with a somewhat bleak smile, "As close as we are, he's not communicating with me on this and there's not much I can do to follow up when I have Jason with me all the time, so I think it might be over to you now!!"

"Shit again" I said with a smile, "OK, leave it with me. But I feel a bit out of my depth on this one. I hope I don't make things worse"

I grappled with the problem for 2 nights of sleeplessness and having decided that I still had no idea how best to proceed beyond simply confronting Andrew over it, I consulted with 3 people.

First I went and saw his teacher at the school. She said that Andrew was a good student doing well, but she was concerned about his attitude lately and his disappearances, as well as about a strange looking young man she had seen him with a couple of times recently just outside the school gate. That worried me even more. The teacher described him as perhaps 17 or 18, extremely thin and dressed a bit oddly.

I then also talked to Josh the social worker for professional advice, stating clearly that at least for the time being I just needed advice and not any kind of intervention. Finally I talked with my new friend Tristan. Given what we had to discuss, I invited him to my apartment, hoping for an entirely new and independent, but confidential view on the situation. ( and perhaps I think, for some sympathy, which I didn't really get! )

In the end, confronting the boy seemed the only answer. But, all of my advice was to do it with care and without recrimination

A stay over at my place was scheduled and I needed to tell Andrew about the intended more permanent future move to my house anyway and the way in which we planned to get him to and from school after that. So, I picked him up in the car after his swimming lesson that day.

As I pulled away and started for home, our icebreaker was his swimming lesson and how he had gone and we got into talking about a couple of his friends, which was good because he was laughing over a couple of small incidents and he seemed to be feeling quite comfortable with me.

As soon as I raised the issue of the move however, he became serious and the comfort of the atmosphere vanished. I pulled the car off the road into a parking area, switched off the motor and turned to him.

By the time I had fully explained, he was biting his lip and looking like a rabbit caught in the beam of a light.

"You don't look happy" I said, "Is there anything you want to tell me? Is this going to make things difficult for you?"

"Yes it is" he whispered, "But, I don't know what to say, I shouldn't really say anything".

"Has this to do with being restricted, when you need to disappear sometimes like you do?" I asked, "Do you think you can tell me something about that?"

"Did Nana tell you?" he asked and when I nodded he said quietly, "Well, I have to go and help my Mum sometimes... she's been really sick and she needs me".

"I see" I said, "Can we help perhaps with a good Doctor?..."

"NO" he said loudly, cutting me off and then quietly again, "It's not like that, she just needs me sometimes and I need to be allowed to go to her... Please!"

"Can you tell me a bit more about how you help her?" I asked.

"Do I have to?" he whispered, "I don't really want to talk about it".

"Then can you tell me about the man you talk to outside the school gate sometimes?" I said, "You know that talking to strangers is a big worry?"

"He's my friend Parish" he said, "Parish is great, he's really nice. But I don't want to get him into trouble. He just helps me sometimes when Mum is having trouble and other people are being nasty to her" and he added "... Please, I don't want to say anything more".

"OK, let's leave it there for now" I said, "Can we please just agree that I need to know what you're doing and I'll try not to restrict you if your honest with me and tell me, but I want no more skipping school time, alright?"

"Yes sir" he said in a small voice.

"Andrew" I said, "we need to work together on this, so if you have any worries about anything or there is anything you need to talk about, please don't be afraid to talk to me, at any time. I'm here for you OK?"

"Thank you Dusty" he said.

One evening early the following week, I had dinner at Margaret's, intending to just spend a little time with both boys before they had to go to bed and I had to go home. But straight after we had finished clearing the table after our meal Andrew asked if he could speak to me alone. Margaret immediately took Jason into the kitchen closing the door to the dining area.

"I saw Parish after school today" he said, "Mum is sick again and he wanted me to go to her straight away, but we agreed that I would tell you first, so I said I would go with him after school tomorrow, I just hope she is OK until then. I just wanted to let you know that's all and if it gets real late, Parish will bring me all the way home here, so you don't need to worry".

"We will always worry about you" I said, "But you've kept your word and told me in advance as I asked you to. Thank you. And I've given you my word, so I won't try to restrict you. Perhaps you could just phone my place when you get home, so I know you're OK"

"I can do that" he said. And as promised the next night he called to say that Parish had brought him safely home. It was at that point that I gave him my direct private work telephone number.

The next week was the last before undertaking the planned permanent move of the family to my place on the weekend which was to follow. However on the Tuesday, Andrew again disappeared from school early during the day and he did so without telling me, phoning me at work, or contacting anyone else at all.

Fortunately we found out because having asked her to do so, his teacher managed to phone me at my office, once she was satisfied that he was definitely missing.

We spent a really worrying day and I was particularly worried because I was satisfied that Andrew would not purposely disregard our agreement without a really good reason. But, there was little we could do and Margaret and the teacher each promised to call me with any development.

After work, having still heard nothing, I went straight to Margaret's and when there was still no sign of Andrew well into the evening, we reluctantly agreed that we had to call the Police.

I was about to do so when Margaret's phone rang. She answered it, but then handed the phone to me with a shrug.

"It's not Andrew" she said, "But he asked for you". I took it saying "Hello" and the response was a voice which was new to me, yet I was immediately sure who it was.

"Is that Dusty?" he said, "This is Parish. Andrew and I are here at the Hospital, but don't worry, he's OK. It's his Mum. I think she's OD'd. We just got here with her in an ambulance. But I think it's too late. I think she might be dead...And I'm sure Andrew will need you, so could you come straight away please? We'll meet you at the front entrance".

Jason was already in bed and Margaret preferred to stay home with him and leave this to me. So, I was on my way to the Hospital without delay.

Regrettably, once I had arrived and we got to see the Doctor, he confirmed to me that Sandy had been using strong but particularly poor quality heroin with lots of dangerous impurities in it and that her overdose had been fatal.

Andrew was clearly very upset, but for an 8 year old he was quite stoic and given the circumstances I thought he handled himself and the whole situation really well.

Parish did dress a bit oddly and he spoke a little roughly with quite a few invectives thrown in, but I was basically impressed with him and especially with the protective way in which he fussed over Andrew.

I made some initial arrangements to ensure that Sandy would get a basic but decent funeral at my expense and then called Margaret indicating that Andrew and I would stay that night at my place. Meanwhile, Parish sat with his arm around Andrew and they talked quietly together.

By then it was very late and I suggested to Andrew that he needed bed and that we should sleep at my place. I even went so far as to suggest that for comfort sake he could sleep with me that night if he wanted and that he could stay home from school the next day. I was actually hoping that we might talk a bit and that a day together, just the 2 of us, might help.

I was about to ask Parish where I should be taking him in the car, when Andrew asked quietly if he could stay the night with us too.

Then Andrew really surprised me by saying, "Dusty, I need to talk to you, but I would like Parish to be with me when I do. If he stays and I don't have to go to school tomorrow, could we talk then, unless you have to go to work early?"

"Work is no worry" I said, "What do you have to say Parish?"

"I'm cool with it" he said, "Andrew needs to get a lot of shit off his chest and I've agreed to be there with him when he does, if that's OK with you. And, the morning would be good if you're able to put me up for the night".

It was not a problem. I was very pleased when Andrew opted to accept my offer to sleep with me and Parish used one of the other bedrooms.

Despite his upset and given the drama he had been through, Andrew went off to sleep quickly, snuggled up to me. This was a boy that I would never touch and he was still a little young for my normal taste anyway. Nonetheless, as a Boy Lover, when I found myself in bed with a beautiful young boy in my arms, I did find that night quite difficult!!!

The next morning after serving up a good breakfast for the 3 of us, I used the phone to call the office and then to fully update Margaret and Andrews Teacher on the situation. Then the 3 of us sat down in my lounge room to talk. I was totally unprepared for and appalled at what I heard.

"By way of background to all this shit" said Parish, "I guess I should be the one to start and tell ya my story in short and how I fit in". And what follows is a brief summary of what he told me:

Parish said he is an employee of an organisation which has as a front, a Strip type joint and Brothel called `A Touch of Glamour'. Andrews Mother Sandy worked in the Brothel and did quite well until she started to lose control of her drug habit and she got sick. Then there were times when she wouldn't turn up for days and times when she turned up, but couldn't perform because she was too stoned. By then none of the punters wanted her much anyway and she got thrown out on her ear by the Madam and told not to come back. But she was able to get good quality stuff at `The Glamour' and she kept coming back. In the end, the Madam let a couple of her male associates fuck her regularly just in return for her heroin fixes.

He said that he got to know her pretty well during this period as he often got the job of taking her back to the tiny hovel she called home and she would often beg him to help her shoot up when they got there.

He said that sometimes there was this real scumbag bloke hanging about the hovel, he thought was named Lance, who seemed to supply her with other dope when she couldn't get any of the better class stuff and Parish was sure that he also regularly fucked her stupid and that he often beat her up.

Then he said, a time came when she really was sick and thought she was definitely going to die and she said she needed to see her Son Andrew. She told me the school he attended and asked if I would bring him to her. That's when I first met Andrew he said and of course he came with me straight away. But, she didn't die and it was a big mistake on my part, because from then on she just took advantage of Andrew as well as me and put pressure on him to help her too.

What she did, he said was push Andrew to go to `The Glamour' with me, to get her some good quality stuff, whenever she physically couldn't, which was becoming more and more often. The problem was that there was no money and going there was dangerous for him. She knew it and I knew it, but Andrew didn't.

"Anyway" said Parish, "Andrew wants to tell you about his experiences and I've encouraged him not to be scared or embarrassed. The first time I took him I introduced him to the Madam and I left him with her, as was the normal procedure".

I looked to Andrew and he blushed a bright red and then started to speak so quietly that I had to ask him to speak up

"She told me that her name was Gilda Glamour" he said, "but you can call me Miss Gilda. After we talked a bit, she called this man and told him to take me out back to see Dr Mengele, then they giggled madly at each other".

"I followed him and towards the back we went through a locked door at which there seemed to be a special knock and the man I was with said `Chicken for the Doctor' after which the door was opened by another man who peered at me and said `very nice' before letting us go on".

"Finally we came to a more open area which seemed to be right at the very back where the man knocked on another door and when it opened, he pushed me forward and said, `A new present for you Josef, from Gilda. He wants some shit for that fucked up slut Sandy'. I knew that they were saying something nasty about my Mother and that some of the words were bad words, but I really didn't understand them or what they were talking about, so I said nothing".

"The one called Josef looked at me and smiled and said, `come in, come in young man' and we were alone together as he closed the door `And what is your name and how old are you?' he asked as he stood there seeming to examine me thoroughly from head to toe. I answered him but I didn't like him and I was a bit scared of him as he continued to stare at me in a leering kind of way. `Well' he said finally, `you must call me Doctor and I'll give you what you want today, but next time we'll have to have a little talk'. I got out of there as quick as I could and took the stuff to Mum".

"The next time, everything went pretty much exactly the same again, until I was alone with Josef. Parish had told me not to be afraid, but he did say that to get the stuff I might have to do some stuff I didn't want to, for Josef and that's exactly what happened".

"Josef told me that I couldn't just have the stuff again and that this time, to get it I would have to satisfy him. Then he took me into this really brightly lit room with colourful and super nice furniture, got out this big camera and told me I had to take all of my clothes off. He directed me as I did so and took lots of photographs during the process. He was angry with me a couple of times for being reluctant and once I was totally nude he angrily made me take my hands away from in front of my privates. Then he took lots more photographs, putting me in different poses on the big bed and in the armchair and a lot were real close ups of my private parts. When I was finally allowed to dress and he gave me the stuff, he told me that from then on when I came, it would have to be at a given time, which he would tell Parish on each occasion in advance, and that I must be punctual".

"The next time we went it was Parish instead of the other man who took me through to Josef, but it was all the same with the locked door and the special knock and so on. However, Parish came into the room with Josef too and he was told to take me in, get me stripped and ready and then to leave me there and go and prepare to receive our guest".

"I wasn't happy, but I didn't feel so bad being nude in front of Parish. But then he sat on the bed and told me that I was going to spend about half an hour with a stranger who would want to do things with me. He said that he wouldn't hurt me and to just let it happen and not to fight it and when it was over, to get dressed quickly ready to go. Then he left me by myself. I was frightened but felt that the important thing was that I would get the stuff for Mum if I satisfied Josef".

"When the man came in right at 5.00 through a different door, that I hadn't seen used before, he was about your age Dusty but quite fat. He sat in the arm chair and asked me to sit on his knee and then he started to play with my dickie. He sucked my under arms, my nipples and into my belly button and he ran a finger up and down my crack. After a long time of doing all this he lifted me in his arms as he got up and laid me down on the bed. Then he leaned over me, engulfed my dickie and balls in his mouth and sucked and licked them for a really long time. The feeling was really weird but eventually my dickie started to get hard and that worried me a bit as it had never done that before, but it seemed to excite the man who just sucked harder. Finally he turned me over and spent some time running his tongue up and down my arse crack and licking up into it. When he was finished he lay down beside me and told me how wonderful I was. He hugged me for a while and then he kissed me on the mouth and stuck his tongue right in, which I didn't like at all. Right at 5.30 he got off the bed, thanked me and left through the same door".

"Since then, to get the stuff for Mum I have had to entertain 2 more men for Josef. One was a bit younger but he had a horrible scratchy beard, the other was even older than you, but he wasn't fat at all. Both these men did similar things to me to the first man, but they both got nude too and each had a huge horrible looking hard dick. The younger man said he wanted to `Hump me' with his dick and he seemed really pleased when mine eventually got hard again while that was happening. Then he squirted all this stuff out of his dick between us. The worst thing was when I was with the older man and he said he wanted me to suck his dick. I thought I would be sick or choke, but I did it and it didn't last long at all before he pulled it out and again this stuff squirted out of his dick all over my chest"

"Then" Andrew said, "There was yesterday" and he looked straight at Parish.

It was apparent that Parish was about to speak, but I forestalled him and confronting him, I jumped in angrily

"He says that you're his friend" I yelled at him, "but you seem totally involved and complicit in all this. How could you let this happen to an innocent of his age?!?!"

Seeing my aggression, he backed away a bit and said, "Please...just let me explain that a bit, before you get your knickers totally twisted"

"What's happening here is totally illegal and I'm sure you know that" I said, "So explain away and it had better be good!!"

"My Mother was very much like Sandy" he said, "But I was with her until she died and I saw the struggles she had with drugs and grog and so on and I think that's why I related so strongly to Sandy. Then, unlike Andrew who had a Nana and got to go to school, I had nobody and nothin, absolutely fuck all, and I just became a dirty, hungry little street urchin, beggin or thieven or whatever it took to get by and dodgin the authorities. Then one day, I guess I was about 11, so quite a bit older than Andrew, This man in a public toilet wanted me to give him a wank. I was a bit street wise by then and I was about to tell him to fuck off, when he said if I did, he'd take me to McDonalds and I could have anything I wanted. So I did it and the guy kept his word and I ate and ate and ate. Not only that, but he took me to what seemed to me like this big mansion and showed me this pretty basic, but to me, beautiful little bedroom where he said I could sleep if I took a shower and cleaned myself up first, which of course I did.

What unbelievable luxury to be clean and to sleep in a bed in such a nice place. I was a bit scared because I half expected the man to come in any minute and rape me or somethin. But, nothin happened and the next morning I was taken to a menswear shop and I got all this brand new clobber. Then the man told me that he really liked me and wanted me to live at the mansion and he said that if I agreed, he would take me to meet the man who owned it"

"That's when I first met Josef and of course there's no such thing as a free lunch!! The Mansion was `The Glamour' and I've been living there and working for the Doctor ever since. Initially I went through exactly the same process as Andrew, except that being older and being much more readily available, I got a lot more work and it wasn't long before the Guests were allowed to fuck the shit out of me. I still work with Guests occasionally, but most of the punters prefer the boys younger, so by the time I was around 16 Josef had me helping him mostly, managing the other boys and the Guest appointments, etc. The other part of my job now is to be out on the street looking for and picking up prospective new `Chicken for the Doctor' pretty much in just the way I was first picked up".

"How many boys are there?" I asked.

"Usually about 12 and most of them live in" he said, "But a couple are set up like Andrew was. There's turnover because most reach a `use by' date and just get told to piss off. He kept me so I was lucky, although being kept on, is conditional on agreeing to satisfy all of Josef's personal sexual needs for free, which I'm still expected to do whenever it suits him. Occasionally there are unlucky ones, who get taken away by Guests from overseas who want to keep them. Those boys are never seen again".

"Jesus Christ" I exclaimed, as I struggled to comprehend all this, "And is it just boys or are there little girls involved too?"

"Joseph only deals with the boys, but there is a girls set up in another section of the building" he said, "But since I'm gay and have no interest in girls, I've never had much to do with it"

"And what's this `Doctor Mengele' business all about?" I asked.

"Josef, and as far as I know that's actually his name, comes from Germany where he claims to have qualified as a Doctor of something or other and as the Dr Josef Mengele who was the Nazi bloke usta work with and on little boys, the comments behind our Josef's back have just sorta stuck. He knows about them and if anything he encourages them. I dunno what his real family name is".

"You said you work with the Guests" I said, "Tell me about that"

"It's like most Brothels" he said, "The Guests pay on the basis of what they want and for how long. Obviously the longer the dearer and the more the kids have to do and take; the dearer. But because they're under aged kids the cheapest fee is pretty astronomical even compared to Gilda's normal Brothel operation for example and it's expensive enough. The security is really tight. It's all done by appointment. But, they still have to be OK'd by Gilda and then taken through to the back, much as Andrew described, except they go a different way and there are locked checkpoints. No new Guest gets the passwords, etc. until he has been verified by a trusted source and then of course they have to pay up in advance. There are only 2 of us permitted to take the Guests through, take their money and let them in to where the boy is waiting for them.

"OK, very interesting" I said to him, "So what did happen yesterday?"

"Andrew wanted to tell you first before he absconded from school and he said he had your office phone number, but finding a Public Telephone that worked was an issue and Sandy was in such a bad way that I pressured him into just coming straight away and eventually he did".

"We spent some time with her, but she was so bad she seemed totally demented, swearing and cursing and demanding we go get her some stuff immediately and eventually she just started screaming out for Lance and telling us to fuck off. We just didn't seem to be able to help her".

"We left in plenty of time to get Andrew to `The Glamour' for his appointment with another Guest. But, when we got there I had a big confrontation with Josef, which means I'm probably now in big trouble and my future is very uncertain, if not totally fucked. I might be able to smooth it over with him, but I just don't know".

"The problem was that Josef wanted to do something really stupid, that he's never done before and I objected and wouldn't let him. This particular Guest is a real heavy banger who loves to fuck everything in sight hard and long. He wanted to have a go with a real young one and instead of just saying NO, Josef intended to give him Andrew. There was no way I was gunna let that happen to Andrew or any other kid his age. A 12 year old like I was, well OK I suppose. A 10 year old, maybe but probably not. An 8 year old, no fuckin way".

"So" he said, "Andrew didn't get fucked out of his little brain by the Guest but of course we left without getting anything for Sandy. When we got back to her, she was absolutely comatose and it was clear that she had already gotten something, presumably from Lance or somewhere... And you know the rest".

I was totally stunned and had no idea what to say. But, I turned to Andrew who was now standing quietly off on his own at the end of the lounge and I extended my open arms out towards him.

"Well Andrew" I said quietly, "Guess you won't need to go to `The Glamour' anymore, so you'll just have to make do with the love you can get from Nana and me... and from Parish here. Will that do?"

He ran into my arms and I stood there holding him for a long, long time, while he hugged me tight and cried his little eyes out.

0o0o0o0o0

Parish did manage to patch things up, at least in the short term with Josef, who did concede that he shouldn't have tried to do what he did. But according to Parish, things have remained a bit tense between them and he still feels uncertain about his future.

Moving day for us went well and the boys and Margaret have settled in at my place quite well.

It's the perfect set up really because as long as Margaret is still around I don't need to worry about the legal ramifications of having the boys and the longer we are together the better and closer my relationship with the boys becomes, which I feel can only improve my position.

Despite his vocation, which is never mentioned, Parish is a welcome and regular visitor and he gets on famously with both of the boys.

Our other regular visitors are Matthew and Troy as well as my friend and Troy's Brother; Simon who often stays with us when he is down from the country. Things can get a little uproarious during these visits, especially on occasions when all 4 older boys, Parish included are present. But Andrew and Jason idolise all of them and think they have the 4 most super cool Uncles in the whole world.

My feelings about the revelations I had heard concerning what went on at the `Touch of Glamour' distressed me really seriously. To anyone with any basic decency, the exploitation of children is not only disgusting and illegal, but quite reprehensible. Yet, particularly being a Boy Lover myself, if it wasn't for my personal moral attitudes, I could understand how becoming a Guest would have its definite appeal. My other concern was of course for Parish, who is basically a good person whose whole life has been and still is enmeshed with quite evil people.

I felt that I had a need to unburden myself by talking frankly about it with someone and I considered Josh the social worker. But, since I felt in the end that it had to be totally confidential, I ultimately chose to talk again with my new friend of recent times; Tristan. I was amazed at how much better I felt just getting it all off my chest and I felt that Tristan had been a good choice. In fact, having discussed it in some intimate detail with him, we agreed that at least for the time being, it would not be in either Andrew or Parish's best interests to do anything which might compromise them in any way. Of course, my primary concern was Andrews's welfare, so we agreed to do nothing, but to still perhaps revisit what might be done at some time in the future. What did eventually occur, is more fully detailed in Story 20 which will be my final one.