Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2020 08:51:32 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fly Boys Ch.4

Fly Boys
Chapter 4

Once inside the house the boys all disappeared to their rooms to unpack the
cases they had only packed that morning. Then it was down to the kitchen
for snacks and a big hug from Mrs. Blanchard.

All sat in the kitchen and Robbie hit them with the next bombshell.

"Now that we don't have to pretend you are working for your flying time
we'll try to get your PPL exams out of the way by Christmas. It will mean a
lot of extra study to have you ready on time. Do you think you can handle
it?"

"Oh yes please, Robbie."

"There won't be much time for TV and the like after your homework."

"We don't care Rob. We have never wanted anything as much as this so we
aren't going to let this chance slip. You and flying are the best things
that have ever happened to me. I don't care that the others know I am gay
and love you. I'm going to make you so proud of me."

"We all love you as well."

That was John, so little and so shy normally. He then went totally against
the grain, jumped at Robbie and kissed him on the lips.

"Sealed with a kiss, special man."

Everyone laughed and Mrs. Blanchard stood back and smiled. She now had her
children until they were grown men, was her take on the situation.  Robbie
cried then, shocking everyone. Through his sobs he told them why.

"I have never been this happy in my life. I now have six little brothers to
spoil."

"No you don't, five little brothers and one not so little lover."

Robbie grinned through his tears.

"Not yet you aren't."

Five very happy little boys went to bed that night, and one happier one
snuggled up with his lover for a cuddle and a few kisses.  I guess it was
inevitable. One night, Tyler and Robbie fell asleep in each other's
arms. They were woken by Matt steaming into the bedroom to tell Robbie that
Tyler was missing and his bed hadn't been slept in. He didn't get that bit
out because he saw Tyler being cuddled by Robbie.

"Oh, I thought you were going to wait until Tyler was sixteen?"

"We are, Matt, we didn't do anything, just fell asleep."

Matt didn't look convinced but he didn't say anything to the others.
*************** During the next few months there were five more birthdays,
all celebrated like Tyler's had been. Christmas and new year that were
celebrated with all the boys parents present.

On Christmas day, Robbie had a special present for all six boys. They had
sat their PPL exams before Christmas, not expecting the results before the
New Year.

With all the parents sat round the giant Christmas tree, Robbie called the
boys forward.

"I am pleased to give all six of you a present from the Civil Aviation
Authority. Here are your Private Pilot Licence examination results. You all
passed."

There was a stunned silence as Robbie fanned out the certificates in his
hand and showed them.

"Oh my God, we've done it."

Tyler didn't care who saw it, he just threw himself at Robbie and almost
buried him in kisses. Unfortunately for Robbie, the others did the same
thing. He wondered if he was ever going to be allowed up for air.

Wanting to cement his position with the parents, Robbie announced his next
surprise.

"I suppose that means now that we will have to start twin engine training
on the King Air."

The boys had looked all over the King Air when Robbie had moved his
aircraft into the completed hanger. It was beautifully appointed with huge
armchair seating for eight passengers and it was driven by twin turbo prop
engines.

They were almost in shock at the thought of flying that. Even flying in it
as passengers was a dream. The beautiful T tail, very sleek fuselage,
retractable undercarriage and the slim line engine cowlings made it a thing
of beauty. Robbie had fitted out the inside with beige leather seats. They
were like armchairs and some even had a dining table in front of them.

"I guess we had better get your passports sorted and letters from your
parents allowing you to go abroad with me, because we'll fly to France when
we have you checked on twins. The aim now is to have your commercial
licences with instrument ratings before you leave school.

Now the boys knew they were in dreamland. Six months ago, just getting into
a plane was a pipe dream. Now they all had passed the exams for their
pilot's licences and were heading for the big time.

The King Air really was a dream to fly, but the boys wouldn't get that
pleasure for several more weeks. The ground training, learning all the
systems, being able to handle the avionics, using multiple radio channels,
(because the aircraft was so fast they would be constantly changing to
different controlling stations), and a multitude of other things entailed
in flying a serious piece of aviation equipment. Robbie did make one
concession for them. On a particularly pleasant Saturday in January he
planned a long flight. They were going to fly to Plymouth for lunch,
Halfpenny Green, near Birmingham, for tea, and then back to Elstree to
complete the triangle.

"You will all get half an hour in the co-pilot seat, watching and listening
to what I am doing. The other five will have the pleasure of the
fuselage. There are plenty of snacks and drinks in the galley, but remember
we are stopping for lunch and tea."

Years later the boys all agreed that day was the best in their lives. Even
later when Robbie took them to France on trips the excitement wasn't as
great as that first time in the twin.

There has to be a downside to every good thing that happens, and in the
case of the boys it was that their growing sophistication distanced them
from their parents. They were to an extent experiencing a jet set
existence, all be it on a small scale at the present time.

Most of the parents accepted it and were pleased for their boys. The
exception was Tyler's father who was seething that Robbie enjoyed the
closeness with Tyler that he wanted for himself. He could, of course insist
that Tyler come back home to live, but he knew that wouldn't work, the boy
would simply ignore him.

After seething for months and getting more resentful the man pulled his
trump card as he saw it. He complained to Social Services that he was sure
the six boys living in Robert Heston's house were being sexually abused,
including his son.  ********************** Six happy boys and their mentor
returned from school on the Friday and were in their classroom carrying out
their weekend assignments before, as normal they would be off to the
airfield the next day for some more flying.

At 1700 hours, the doorbell chimed and Robbie left the boys with their
tutor to go and answer it. He was greeted by a stern looking lady and a
police officer.

"Good afternoon, what can I do for you?"

The lady answered him.

"I believe you have six underage boys here and that they are being sexually
abused by a man named Robert Heston."

Robbie at first looked shocked, and then amused. He laughed.

"I have no idea where you got that idea, but nothing could be further from
the truth. Please come in and let's get this sorted."

He took them through to the lounge and when they were sat down asked them
if they would like a drink. Of course they refused, being led by the social
worker. The policeman was quite a young constable and looked most
uncomfortable.

"Now, where did you get that ridiculous accusation, and what do you want to
do about it?"

"The `who' is confidential, but I can tell you it was from a worried
parent."

Robbie nodded his head.

"You don't need to say anymore, it was Tyler Baker's father I suppose."

The social worker looked surprised before recovering and denying it.

"Tell me why you think it was him."

"Very simple. Tyler is gay, and so am I. In that man's mind it means I am
in a sexual relationship with his son. In a few months' time that is going
to be true. I love Tyler and it is reciprocated, but despite his eagerness
I have told him he must wait until he is sixteen. The other five boys are
all almost a year younger than Tyler, and to my knowledge none of them are
gay. I know they love me, as I do them, but it is not a carnal love."

The social worker was surprised at Robbie's candidness and was a little
flustered wondering where to go with this.

"Well, I would like to see where the boys sleep, and then I want to talk to
them."

Robbie pulled his smart phone from his pocket and speed dialled a number in
his database.

"Tom, good afternoon. I'm sorry to trouble you at this time on a
Friday. Are you still in town?"

The affirmative was what Robbie had hoped for.

"Would you come over to the house as soon as you can? Some mischief is
afoot concerning the boys."

Again the reply pleased Robbie.

"Thank you Tom, I'll see you shortly."

Talking to the two visitors again Robbie told them to follow him.

"The boys all have twin rooms that are en-suite."

He showed them the three rooms that were typical of boys room, clothes and
things strewn everywhere.

The next stop was his own suite which was clean and tidy.

"This is where I sleep, by myself. Now, what else would you like to see?"

"Nothing, Mr. Heston. I would like to talk to the boys now."

"Very well, we will have to wait for a few minutes until my lawyer
arrives. Meanwhile, I would like to see your authority for this intrusion
into my private life."

"I don't need authorisation to visit a home where I believe abuse is
happening to a minor, or minors."

Robbie thought about that and came back at her.

"In that case I would like to see identification to prove you are who you
say you are."

Reluctantly she did.

"I'm sorry constable but I would like to see your warrant card as well."

Robbie studied it carefully before handing it back and speaking to the man.

"I'm sure this isn't one of your most pleasant duties, but you will see in
a few minutes that there are six very happy boys living here and if you
asked them directly if they were being abused they would all tell you the
same thing. Yes, Robbie is a terrible man. He makes us do all our school
work before we can play and then forces us to do extra studies so that he
can take us flying. Then they would burst into laughter. They are
thoroughly retched boys, I don't know why I put up with them."

Then he was laughing as well.

"I'm sorry, but this accusation is so outlandish I can't take it
seriously."

"Well I would if I were you, Mr. Heston because if I think for one minute
there is any truth in the accusation I will have these boys taken in to
care immediately while the police carry out their own investigation."

"In that case ma'am, it is a good thing I called my lawyer."

That was when the doorbell rang again and Robbie admitted Tom Cooper,
company lawyer for Heston Communications. Robbie filled him in on the
details before joining the social worker and the policeman.

Tom entered the lounge going straight to the attack.

"You will not be seeing or talking to any of the six boys until one of
their parents is in attendance or all six parents have sanctioned me
representing them."

It took more than an hour to get all of the parents agreements, except
Tyler's dad.

"You will not be allowed to question Tyler unless he agrees, and if he does
it will only be because he asks me to represent him in the absence of a
parent."

The four adults entered the boys school room and Robbie asked the tutor to
leave.

"I'll handle the remainder of this session Alex. We'll see you on Monday,
thank you."

After he had gone, Robbie briefed the boys.

"This lady and the policeman are here because of a complaint that I am
abusing all six of you boys."

Tyler jumped straight in, grinning.

"Yeah, I wish."

The other boys all curled up laughing, further upsetting the social worker.

"Tyler, your father wouldn't agree to Tom Cooper, my attorney, representing
you all so you can only answer questions if you want to with Tom acting for
you if you ask him to."

"You know we have nothing to hide, Robbie. Let them fire away."

The social worker got out a note book then.

"Tyler, do you sleep with Mr. Heston?"

"Don't answer that, Tyler."

The social worker looked daggers at Tom.

"Do you have a sexual relationship with Mr. Heston?"

Tyler looked at Tom, Tom looked at Robbie.

"Answer it truthfully, Ty."

"No, but I wish I did."

Robbie and Tom both winced, and the constable smiled.

The social worker asked each of the boys the same two questions, and in
each case Tom wouldn't allow them to answer the first one.

Tom got annoyed then and stepped in.

"Let me make this easy for everyone. Before social services can take any
action on this accusation you have to establish whether any abuse of any
kind is taking place in this house, or be absolutely convinced there is,
with these six boys, and also that they are here against their will or
those of their parents.

"All of you with the exception of Tyler to answer these next questions. Are
you all living here with your parents consent?"

Five boys said `yes'.

"Have any of you, at any time been physically abused by Mr. Heston."

Five no's followed.

The boys were taking this seriously now, realising that their lives could
change again for the worse.

"Have any of you, at any time had any kind of sexual contact with
Mr. Heston?"

Five no's.

"Would any of you like to go home?"

Little shy John surprised them all by jumping up and almost shouting.

"This is our home. We all love Robbie. He looks after us and is teaching us
to fly so that we can all be pilots when we get older."

Tom was delighted with that response.

"Tyler, apart from the first question concerning parents, would your
responses be the same."

"Absolutely. Robbie is the best thing that has ever happened to me. My dad
has always been resentful because he saw how quickly I came to love
Robbie. When I am sixteen I'm going to sleep with him every night if he
loves me like he does now."

Tom turned to the social worker.

"If Tyler's father is the mischief maker in this, I think you would do well
to close the book on this case. Constable, in your opinion, is there
anything going on here that you would consider illegal in any way?"

The constable thought about it. Remembered cross examinations he had seen
in court when he was a cadet and realised that these boys would make good
witnesses in support of Robbie.

"No, Sir. The situation is certainly unusual, but if this went to court the
boys replies under cross examination would make it clear that unusual or
not their lives here are very good, and very safe."

The social worker looked daggers at the policeman, put her notebook away
and glaring at Tom spoke through gritted teeth.

"You haven't heard the last of this. I believe this is a coven of
homosexual abuse."

Tyler sneered at her then.

"Dig out lady. We all intend remaining here with Robbie for as long as
he'll have us, and our parents will back us, except my old man who is just
jealous. Perhaps you should investigate him. He always took a more than
parental interest in my body." 2724

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