Date: Fri, 22 May 2020 14:24:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Licence To Drill Part 15 (Young Friends) As we sat down, Pierre started pacing, looking at Charles intently. "I haven't been honest with you Charles since your mother died. I was filled with rage after the bomb, rage that people could buy these sort of devices, that people could make money from misery. So I swore to myself I would use my money and contacts to try to end the arms business" he said. This sounded incredibly optimistic to my ears. Pierre went on, "I soon realised I couldn't stop it with money, and sometimes to do great good well you have to get your hands dirty. So I used all my resources to get into the arms business myself, starting small but growing rapidly before I became one of the biggest in the World, maybe the biggest." He said. I was shocked and so was Charles, in fact he was bubbling with anger! "Dad, how the fuck could you? After what happened to Mum? how does becoming an arms dealer help?!" he said angrily. Pierre sighed, "it's hard to hear I know, but I am doing some good. I have been controlling what gets sold and to who, subtly limiting the damage done that I could. I have an audit trail that will blow things wide open. I'm ready to hand it all over and let the whole house of cards come down. I'm going to end this, or at least take down the current system, I'm not naive enough to believe arms dealing will suddenly stop. However, my hands are red with blood though, I know that. I need to pay the price too. I've arranged a conference, a meeting of all the top arms dealers in the world. The pretext is to work closer together to avoid the authorities. The idea is that no one leaves the conference alive. Including me. It's on a small island. A missile and we all go down. Alternatively I rig the place and blow it to shit but it would be better and cleaner if outside forces were involved." He said. I was in a state of shock and so was Charles. "What about me? I'll be orphaned, I can't lose you too!" Charles said, almost in tears. "I know and I'm sorry, that's why I wanted to chat to Nick this morning, you've got him, I think you'll always have each other, I can tell how you both feel about each other, it's written all over your faces. And Nick, I need you to speak to your people and see if they'll do the dirty work" he said. We talked round in circles for ages, Charles didn't want his Dad to go through with it, Pierre was insistent. Eventually, Charles backed down and stormed off to his bedroom. I went to talk to him, he was in floods of tears. "I can't lose my dad, everyone I love always leaves me" he said between sobs. I held him close, "I'll never leave you, whatever happens" I said. He kissed me, his face wet with tears, then our hands almost ripped our clothes off. Passion, emotion, grief all melded together, I could tell Charles needed to be in me, needed the release. The familiar feel of his thickish dick head pushing into me was followed by gentle thrusts and tearful kisses before he came in me with a sob and a groan. "I need you in me, NOW" he said forcefully as he pulled out. I took him gently, his legs wrapped around me, us staring into each other's eyes. "I'll...uh....never.oh....uh....leave....ah....you" I told him, his dick was hard and dripping as I fucked him long and deep, scraping over his prostate again and again. Suddenly, with a cry his dick pulsed and he came just as I did. Fuck, I'd made him cum from fucking him. He looked at me in amazement, "Wow, didn't realise that could happen" he said as he kissed me. "Yeah, you'll have to get me to cum from being fucked, it's your next challenge," I said with a grin. He was still upset but the sex had helped. I knew as he did in his heart of hearts that his Dad has made his mind up, and probably in the grand scheme of things it was the right thing to do. I contacted Jim who soon had Mr Smith on the phone to me. I stepped back though and let them work it out with Pierre. My job was to look after Charles, to be there for him, to make sure he was ok. I was sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, I had been confused about being gay, now I wasn't confused, well I wasn't about Charles. He was my soul mate, my lover, and I would do whatever I could to make him happy. I never knew the specifics of what happened, whether the US were involved or other countries. Or even how successful it was. It was so secret it didn't even hit the media, but I had a call from Mr Smith to say it was done. I told him I was out and wanted to spend my life with Charles. He was fine with that surprisingly and said that they'd ensured that Pierre's money would be protected and Charles would be ok. Charles was devastated but I spent time making sure I was there for him, I was worried he'd go into himself, to go off sex but if anything his sex drive got even higher. It seemed him being in me and me in him was what he needed. The weeks passed and we kept our studies up, making sure life went back to normal some what. Madame Touscan became our surrogate mother really and though that pain hadn't gone away for Charles, that it would never go away perhaps with my help it had started to deaden slightly. One morning I was riding Charles dick, moaning and groaning as he thrust into me again and again, I realised this was the moment, he was going to make me cum through being fucked by him. I knew he'd love it and as my breathing quickened his eyes widened as he realised, suddenly with a scream of "FUUUCK" I shot a load of cum over us, setting him off with a loud cry too. He giggled and said he'd finally nailed me properly. We showered off and headed down to breakfast. In the distance there was a strange noise, as it got closer and Charles looked at me in confusion "a helicopter?" He asked. He was right, a helicopter approached and started to head for the helipad at the top of the building, it had never been used since I'd been there, The helicopter landed and to my surprise Mr Smith got out running down the stairs to see us. " Hello Nick and nice to meet you Charles. My name is Mr Smith,I know you're out Nick but I have one last mission for you. I need you both, it's going to be a big one. The biggest yet." He said. I looked at him coldly, putting my arm around Charles and pulling him close. "I said I'm out, I meant it" I told him, "Charles is my priority, I love him. He's been through enough, you can't expect either of us to do one of your missions, I've paid my dues a hundred times over". Mr Smith nodded, "I totally understand that but we need you. There's a ring of child sex traffickers, the rich and the powerful. Destroying thousands of lives. We're close, we can take them down but we need some boys to be trafficked. I need you two and most of my other agents. Together we can take down the Cabal as we call them. Let me tell you all about them and the plan and if you're still out then I'll get on the helicopter and never see you again... "Come in and tell us over a coffee" said Charles, we walked into the house and I wondered what Mr Smith could possibly tell me to make me leave all this for the risk of another mission. I was out and there was no way I was getting back in... The End... Authors Note: This story might be continued later in the year when things have settled down a bit!