Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2024 12:41:53 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156b IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you once again to my editor, Jim. ******* We fucked like this for a few minutes, I could tell his breathing was getting more ragged. "Monty, I'm going to cccuuuummm." His cock thickened and pulsed deep inside me. He collapsed forward across me, his cock twinging in my hole. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cum so quick." I kissed his head, "Well, you don't get to leave until I do." He gave me another beaming smile, "Give me a couple of minutes." The miracle of youth. I smiled, "Hey, we have all day!" ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 156b Part 156b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 16yr old Orphan now staying at Downe House. Mr Evans Rhys– English teacher at Harrow Boys School. Count Samara – (Count/Stepan) 60ish Advisor to Forts Andrei –Forts and Davy's main Chauffeur, a Russian, and New member of the security team. Judge Barnaby McHake – (His Honour - Judge McHake/Barnaby/Barny) ** Duke takes up the story With everyone on board, Andrei drove the car up out of the station and onto the road. Darius looked at me as two police motorcyclist pulled alongside us. It was the first time we had ever been given police motorcycle outriders to escort Forts' limousine. Darius obviously hadn't been told about this change either. He was immediately more alert. He looked at me questioningly, I could tell he was concerned. Darius never liked changes, especially when he wasn't aware of them. Thankfully, Andrei was driving the vehicle. Darius leant over to him. "Don't deviate from the normal route, understand? We have no idea if they are really police officers!" Andrie had nodded, his body tensing. Now to you all, this may sound all a bit ridiculous but, we didn't know who they were. We had never been provided with motorcycle outriders before; except for when Forts was travelling with the King. Darius looked at me again, "I wish we had one of our own protected Rolls Royces with us. We must make sure that happens next time. I will speak to Dima, hopefully the place for carrying one can be found in the new rail carriages Forts is ordering." I nodded. It sounds ungrateful, I mean, it was very nice of the Savoy to let us use their Rolls, but it was just a posh car, not a protected one. Forts and Dima noticed the motorcyclists, excitedly pointing them out to James, Robert, and Count Samara. Listening to them, it was obvious that none of them had a clue why this might be concerning. Forts was chuckling about how jealous Davy would be. For the rest of the journey to the Savoy, Darius, and I sat with our hands resting on the firearms in our jackets. The beautiful entrance and illuminated Art déco name plate of the Savoy couldn't appear soon enough for either of us. As had been the norm, whenever Forts was staying at the Savoy, he was met at the vehicle by the General Manager, who welcomed him. We abandoned the Rolls at the entrance, Darius and I staying closer than usual as we escorted Forts into the foyer and then up to his suite. Andrei stayed behind to ensure that the luggage remained safe and then escorting it up to the rooms. With Forts safely in his suite, Darius had crossly said to me, "I don't like changes, whose idea was the motorcycle outriders? And why wasn't I told?" I shrugged my shoulders. I had as much idea as he did. Darius nodded, "Well, I am going to find out. Duke, can you take up the first shift on the door, I am off to find James." ** Davy takes up the story With Albert accompanying Forts to London, Marcus was going to be acting as both my valet and the butler until Albert returned. I hadn't been long back in our apartment, having waved everyone off, when the post arrived. Marcus brought it to me, he handed me a large buff coloured envelope, "This appears to be from Mishcon. I hope Forts wasn't supposed to see it before he left." He handed it to me. He was right, it definitely had the Mishcon Solicitors stamp on it. I quickly opened it and read the covering letter. I took out the main papers and scanned through them. If Forts had known about this, he hadn't mentioned it to me. Hmmmm. I replaced the papers into the envelope, I would see if he mentioned it when I spoke to him later. * I glanced at the clock; it seemed to be moving so slowly. God, they probably wouldn't even be on the train yet. "Marcus, can you call for Tobias, please?" "Certainly, Davy." I decided that I needed to keep myself occupied. I had Tobias take me over to Castle Fraser, I would get on with some lesson preparation, hopefully it would take my mind off Forts being away... AGAIN. * "Ah, Davy, have you got a moment?" It was Mr Evans. "Have you seen Kenneth Jones? Apparently, he didn't get on the school bus this morning. I phoned and spoke to Miss Duncan. She told me he is in his room at Down House and just keeps sobbing, repeating Lillis' name. I can't find our head boy either. Actually, I don't suppose you have seen him, have you?" "No, I am sorry I haven't seen either of them, well, not recently. The last time I saw Lillis, he was with Monty Glover at Pittodrie." Mr Evans paused, "Err, well, it is just that you know Kenneth better than any of us." So much for getting on with my marking. "Would you like me to go back to Down House and check on him?" Mr Evans nodded with a look of concern. "Would you mind? Athol will want to know if there is a problem." I sighed and nodded. "I will go now and let you know." * I headed back out of the Castle. Luckily, Tobias was just cleaning out the inside of the car. He looked up at me, surprised to see me again so soon. I smiled, raising my eyebrows, "Sorry, Tobias, can you take me to Down House?" "Certainly Davy, is everything okay? I shrugged my shoulders smiling, "Hope so, sounds like a little bit of teenage heartbreak." ** Dima takes up the story Once Robert and I were settled in our rooms, we made our way along to Forts' suite. Andrei smiled and stood as we approached, he knocked on the door and a few moments later it was opened by Duke. He smiled, "Come in, Forts is just on the phone to Davy." Robert and I entered, and Duke went back to sitting on the chair just inside the door. Forts was relaxing on one of the comfy armchairs in his housecoat, he was obviously talking to Davy on the phone. He looked up and smiled, mouthing to us, "I won't be a minute." I nodded, replying, "No rush." Forts chuckled, "No, it's Dima and Robert, they have just arrived... Mum and dad? No, I haven't seen them yet, but the general manager told me they arrived at the hotel earlier, I will send someone to let them know we are all here. I know, I love you too. I will ring you later tonight. Love you too... What?" Forts giggled, "No, you put it down at your end first... I am not being silly, I love you too, you know that. Good night, my darling, give the boys a kiss from me when you see them. I will ring you later to say goodnight and to let you know what is happening... Bye for now... Love you, too." Forts chuckled again, "No you put it down first..." He pouted, grinning at us, "Okay, bye, love you." Forts listened to the handset and then, smiling, looked back at me, "Right, he's gone." Forts put the phone handset back in its cradle. "Are you all settled into your rooms?" "Yes, they are lovely as always. Any update yet from James about when we leave?" Forts shook his head as he got up. "No, apparently, the sailings of ships, especially as valuable as the large troop ships, is never announced or confirmed in advance, they don't want a pack of German U-Boats waiting for them." I felt Robert tense next to me, his eyes said it all. I took his hand, "Hey, we will have a large military escort too, we will be fine." Albert arrived with a tray of tea and biscuits. He placed them down on the coffee table where we were sitting, just as there was another knock at the door. Duke stood to open it, he nodded and stepped aside. It was James with Mishcon, and his young female secretary, soon to be Forts' new secretary, Abigale Fairweather. Behind them came Count Samara, with Brenda, and William, Davy's parents. They all came into the room, Forts jumped up to greet them all, Davy's parents first. He embraced them both, "Brenda, William, it is so good to see you both again... William, Davy is sorry he couldn't come down this time to wish you bon voyage." William nodded. His eyes slowly glancing down at Forts' rather short house coat. Forts chuckled, "Sorry, we have just got here. Shall I get dressed?" William shook his head, but said nothing. I couldn't help but watch William. What was it about the mention of Davy that made him appear so cold? I would have to see if Robert and I could mellow him a bit while we were all away together. Forts turned back to Brenda, "Are you looking forward to coming back with me to Pittodrie? I know Davy and Andrew are both excited that you will be staying with us while William is away." Brenda beamed, "You know I am." Forts then turned to greet Miss Fairweather, he bowed and took her hand and gently kissed it, "Miss Fairweather, or can I call you Abigale? I insist that you call me Forts, though." She blushed demurely and gave a little curtsey, "Please call me Abigale, Forts." Her eyes seemed to be struggling desperately not to look at his bare, hairy legs and remain focused on his face. Forts nodded and smiled. He had to know where she was looking, but carried on regardless. "Abigale it is." God, he was good at this. I wished I was half as good. It just had to be that smile of his; it melted hearts. He turned back to us all, "Now I had better get some clothes on. I hope all of you will be joining me for dinner tonight?" Brenda was positively beaming, "Oh, that would be lovely. Can we dress up?" Forts chuckled and looked towards James. He was shaking his head, "Sorry Brenda, after the last time, Darius is insisting that we all dress like everyone else in the restaurant, so suits for the men and no over the top jewellery for the ladies." Brenda turned back to Forts and pouted playfully. Forts chuckled, "I'm sorry, but I promise we can all get dressed up for dinner when you're at Pittodrie," he leant forward and kissed her cheek, "Is that okay?" She smiled, "Okay, as it is you." Albert's head appeared round the door, "Oh, I had better bring more tea." "And biscuits," Forts called after him. Brenda paused and leant forward, kissing Forts' cheek, "I will let you gentlemen get on. I know you have a lot to discuss." She beamed at Forts once more, "See you all at dinner." With that, she left us. * As Brenda left, Darius came in to the room. Mishcon was already getting himself organised at the main table. Forts glanced over, "Two minutes everyone, I will just get dressed." He vanished out into the bedroom, reappearing a few minutes later. Mishcon was watching, he gave Forts a nod and then invited all of us to take a seat round the main table. "I have a few updates for you all. Abigale, can you pass a copy of those papers to everyone, please?" I had previously only met Abigale briefly and in passing. She was a very pretty thing, slim, yet shapely. Her wartime 'austerity suit' really flattered her figure, and that smile, what an amazing smile she had. Quickly, she passed out the papers, I watched her closely. I knew Davy wasn't looking forward to her always being around when she replaced Robert. She had all the gentlemen in the room grinning like idiots. Like Forts, she knew how to use her smile to work a room, we were all putty in her hands, including Forts. As the meeting went on, more than once I caught his eyes following her. I would need to speak to James before I left... * Mishcon went over everything. Top of the list for me anyway was the fund that Forts had set up for aristocratic Russian emigres. Count Samara would be taking over from me running and deciding who would qualify for what was loosely called a loan, but was in fact a cash gift from Forts. I don't need to remind you all that so many of the Imperial Russian aristocracy had fled with nothing but their lives, their once vast wealth, now nothing more than a memory. Forts' family had been one of the exceptions. Forts also pressed Mishcon on how many of the 'extended family' had now taken up the offer of dual British and Russian citizenship to avoid Operation Keelhaul, which guaranteed nothing but their deaths. It wasn't very comforting news. Forts became quite animated, "What's wrong with them?! Don't they realise what will happen?" Count Samara, who had been doing most of the work around this, sighed and shook his head, "Forts, they don't believe that Mother Russia would do that to them." "What, like last time?! Stepan, I'm sorry, please keep trying, I fear time is running out." Forts turned to me, "Dima, you must stress to Alexis; Grand Duke Krillp, that he must get all the family in America to do the same!" We then moved on to discuss the rest of the American trip and the visits Robert, William and I would be making. Oh, and the order for the three new rail carriages. It was at this point Darius asked if it was possible to include some form of fourth flat trailer to carry one of Forts' and Davy's own vehicles. He had to settle for the response that I would ask. Mishcon asked Forts if he had read the letter he had sent to Pittodrie a few days ago. Forts had shaken his head, "Nothing arrived from you, Mishcon." "Oh, okay, well, you can let me know when you get back home." "What was it about?" Mishcon smiled, "Another estate adjoining yours is up for sale." Forts chuckled, "Davy would kill me..." He grinned, "Which Estate?" Mishcon nodded, "It is the Dunecht Estate, and also Dunecht House." James interrupted, "Isn't that the estate and house on the road from Castle Fraser to Aberdeen? Doesn't the house look down towards Loch Skene?" Forts turned to James, "Do you know it?" then laughed, "Don't tell me, you and the owner when to Eton together?" James blushed, "Might have..." he smiled, "It is a beautiful house and large estate." Forts turned to Mishcon, "What can you tell me about it?" Mishcon glanced down at his crib sheet, "The estate is just over fifty thousand acres." Forts gasped, "Fifty thousand? That's thirty thousand more than we have now... With that, we would have eighty thousand acres." You could see Forts' mind ticking over. "I could become Tsar of all the Scots." Forts chuckled as he leant back in his chair, "What about the house?" Mishcon glanced downwards, "Let me see what it says, a large granite built stately Home. The main house is set in seventeen hundred acres of parkland and gardens and is approached via a copper beech lined carriageway. Twenty-four bedrooms, sixteen bathrooms and numerous reception rooms, staff quarters, numerous storerooms, a large kitchen garden and stables and carriage buildings all nearby, concealed from the main house." Forts was grinning. Robert leant over, "Forts, remember what Davy said about the 'couple of plates' you told him you had brought." We all laughed, but I had a funny feeling when I got back from the US, Forts and Davy would probably own a new property. * I had thought the meeting over when Darius and James asked to speak to Forts and me privately. A smiling Forts asked for everyone else's indulgence and I accompanied him over to the side away from the table. "Yes, Darius, what is it?" James actually answered, "Forts, I am sure you noticed the motorcycle outriders earlier. Darius has made some enquiries with the Police about them, we weren't informed about them." Forts nodded, "Yes, I felt very important," he grinned, chuckling. Darius spoke quietly, but firmly, "You are important, Forts." Forts gave Darius a wink, "So, did you find anything out?" "I did." Forts leant forward, "And?" Darius glanced at James, who continued. "Apparently, the police were asked to ensure that your vehicle was escorted at all times, if you are out in public. The request came from the Palace." "Really? Why? Is there something I need to know?" Forts James shook his head, "They say not. But from now on, Darius and the team will be sticking to you like glue." Forts nodded. I had to say something, "James, do you think Forts is in any danger? If he is, I will delay the trip to the United States." "Prince Chikenoff, I am assured not. It is just a precaution. BUT, one that I think we should accept and follow." I nodded. I wasn't sure I felt any more reassured. ** Forts takes up the story That evening, as has already been pointed out, at Darius' insistence, and much to Davys' mum's chagrin, we all went down for dinner in normal evening suits. No flashy uniforms or over the top bling. Davy's mum always loved to be allowed to dress up and wear some jewellery and make an entrance. We were led to our table by the maître de, and the meal was well on the way when I noticed an older man, probably a bit older than Athol, say around his mid-thirties. He was seated nearby and watching me. In fact, it was more than just watching me, our eyes must have met a dozen times. He hadn't broken his stare even then; it had been me who had looked away first each time. The strange thing was I thought I recognised his face too, but had no idea who he was either, nor had I any idea where I might have met him. That being said, his face was there in the dark recesses of my memory. It began to spook me, every time I looked up, he was looking at me. Then his face changed to a smirk, and he gave me a knowing nod. He had obviously placed me from somewhere in his past, but I still had no idea who he was. What was going on? I whispered to James, asking if he knew who the gentleman was, but like me, he didn't recognise him. James looked over at him again, "Should I?" I shook my head. "It doesn't matter." James could tell from my face I wasn't being totally honest with him. "Forts, would you like me to find out?" "No." I shook my head again. James leant over to Count Samara and quietly asked him as he lived here at the Savoy most of the time, maybe he would know. Samara looked across and whispered back to James that the gentleman was a High Court Judge, Judge McHake. That meant nothing to me, I didn't know any judges, why would I? But still Judge McHake watched me. I was now starting to feel very uncomfortable. Trying not to look over, I noticed the Judge summon over a waiter. He gesturing over towards me, and a brief conversation took place. I was now getting very paranoid. The waiter and the Judge seemed to exchange smiles and then the Judge took several minutes as he scribbled out a note which he handed to the waiter. I didn't want to look, but our eyes met again, Judge McHake nodded his head towards me and smiled. Who the fuck was he? And more, what was his interest in me? I didn't have long to wait to find out as the waiter crossed to our table and came to my side. He handed me the note. He nodded towards Judge McHake, who had his eyes fixed on me again. I barely heard the waiter, "It is from the gentlemen, he asks that you read it in private." I took the note and nodded before dismissing him. James leant into me, "Is everything alright?" "Yes, yes, fine." I needed to read the note, I stood, "Would everyone excuse me, I won't be a moment, nature calls." James now looked thoroughly confused, "Do you want me to come with you?" I shook my head, "What to the convenience?" I smiled, "Do equerries do that now, too?" "No, but?" "James, I won't be a moment, I am only going for a pee and no doubt Darius and Duke will come with me anyway, no matter what I say." I was right, both Duke and Darius followed me into the Gents. The liveried attendant greeting us all as we entered. I needed to read the note in private. I smiled and headed in to one of the cubicles. I sat down and took the note from my pocket, a calling card in the judge's name falling out as I opened it. 'Sexy,' or as I now understand, 'Your Imperial Highness.' It is good to see you again. I knew I recognised you, but couldn't place your face at first, or that amazing body of yours, of course you are a couple of years older now... You are probably wondering where I know you from? If I was to say we met at a private party a couple of years ago now.' My heart sank, oh God, no. 'You will have to accept my apologies, I had no idea who you were at the time... to be honest I didn't care. Sex with you was amazing... so passionate. If you are agreeable, I would, however, like to repeat the fun we were having before we were so rudely interrupted by the police raid. They spoiled what promised and had up until that point been an amazing evening. I heard that you were caught running away by the Plod. I tried at the time, but was unable to find out more about you and who you were, now I know why. Your Imperial Majesty. I have a photograph and some documents I am sure you would like to possess. Meet me at 138 Mayfair Drive, SW1, this evening at 11pm and we can discuss it.' I felt my body slump. Oh God, no, he was going to blackmail me. I crumpled the letter in my hands, what was I going to do? The day came flooding back to me. I had been with Athol at Mishcon's offices. I was there so that Athol could become my legal guardian. I was so excited and then, well then, I remember Mishcon urging caution, and him talking of a letter from Mr Duff saying that Athol 'was a devious pervert and shouldn't be allowed to become any child's guardian'. I had been asked to sit in the outside office while Athol and Mishcon spoke in private. "Forts, are you okay?" I jumped at the knock on the door and Darius' voice. "Yes, sorry, I won't be a moment." I glanced down at my wrist. I still wore the gold Rolex watch Athol had given me that day, the one I left on the chair as I fled out into the streets of London. I stared at the back of the cubicle door. It was all coming back to me, dredging itself up from the deep recesses of my brain where I had buried it. >From Mishcon's offices, I had run, just run and run. I had no idea where I was or what I was going to do. I just had to run. I remember ending up sitting on a park bench in one of the many small green spaces London is famous for. I was sobbing, my head in my hands. There was a well-dressed man. He had walked back and forth past me a couple of times. He seemed to be watching me. I had wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand as he came over and stopped in front of me. Then, he sat down on the bench next to me, I could feel him watching me. "Are you alright young man?" Just then, the Carter air raid sirens had started to wail out, their stomach-churning warning of approaching death. He sounded friendly, concerned even, "Come with me, it is not safe here. We must get to a shelter." I remember shaking my head and saying, "I don't care, I want to die." God, had I really said that? How dramatic. He had taken hold of my arm, "Look, it can't be that bad, come with me, I have a place nearby where you can talk and we will at least be safe from Herr Hitler." Initially I had refused, but he had insisted, introducing himself at the Marquis of Chadwick. Foolishly, looking back now, I had gone with him. He had taken hold of my arm. I remember his firm grip on me, hurrying me along the streets. I had no idea where I was, all he kept repeating was, "We must get you to safety you lovely boy.". I felt I had no one else. My young head believed my life had collapsed. I had lost everything... again. We ended up at a rather posh town house. He had given me a 'stiff drink' as he called it, 'to help steady my nerves and to help me relax'. It had worked, somehow we ended up laughing and joking, and after the all clear had sounded, he took me to a 'special' party in another building nearby where I had been encouraged to drink even more heavily. It was full of men and music. I had danced and laughed with several of the gentlemen there before I found myself in a room upstairs in bed with a handsome chap, slightly older than Athol, but very sexy. Yes, that man was, as it now turned out, Judge McHake. I obviously didn't know, I was so innocent of these things, but the party was being held at a notorious haunt of homosexuals. I sat, shaking my head. The thing was, I had really been enjoying myself at the party, and Judge McHake had been an amazing lover. The police had wanted me to say I was being used and abused. I had refused. I wasn't. I had loved every moment of it. But all that wasn't until later, long after the police had raided the party. When they did, like everyone else, I tried to run away. I had managed to grab my clothes and run, but fell while being chased and was caught and arrested, I had even taken a swing at the Policeman before I was restrained and taken to Great Scotland Yard. The next morning, after a cold night in the cells, I had been taken to the Savoy where Athol was staying. "Forts, are you sure you are okay?" Darius knocked on the door again. My stomach churned again, what was I going to do? I felt like I was going to be sick. I stood and opened the door. Darius and Duke were both facing me. Seeing my face, they gave each other concerned glances. "Forts, what is it?" Darius stepped forward. I exited the cubicle. "Sorry, I am not feeling very well," I lied. Duke chuckled, "You didn't have the fish, did you?" It was an old English joke and saying when someone was feeling unwell. Darius glared at him. "Duke, that's not funny." Duke's smile vanished, he mumbled, "Sorry, I didn't mean...". Darius turned back to me, "Forts, shall I call for a doctor?" I shook my head, barely able to hold myself together. "No, I will be okay. Duke, can you go back to the dining room and give them my apologies, tell them I am feeling unwell and have gone to bed and that I will see them all tomorrow." Duke hesitated, his eyes watching me. "Duke, please do as I ask." He nodded and left. It was now just Darius and me. "Forts, what's really wrong? Is it something to do with that letter I saw passed to you?" I should have known, Darius missed nothing where my security was concerned. He had seen the letter passed to me. How lucky I was to have him. I handed him the crumpled letter. He quickly read it, his face grew pale, "Oh God, what are you going to do?" "I don't think I have a choice. I will have to meet him." "Well, I am coming with you." He put his arm round me to steady me, "You're not facing this alone." Fuck, it looked like I had gotten myself into the same mess he had, but he had no one to support him. I nodded and together we made our way up to my suite. ** Duke takes up the story I hurried back through to the dining room and spoke quickly to James and Dima. James had jumped up, "Is he okay, what's wrong?" Then, strangely, he glanced round the room. "James, is everything okay? Are you looking for someone? Did you see someone?" He shook his head, "No, it's okay," adding as an afterthought, "I think." James turned and explained to the other dinner guests that Forts was feeling unwell and had retired for the night, but that he insisted that the meal continue in his absence. I wasn't terribly sure how convincing that had sounded. I took my leave of James and hurried back upstairs to Forts' Suite. Andrei was sitting at the door. "Andrei, are they back?" He shook his head, "What is going on? Forts and Darius have just left. Darius said we were both to remain here." I shook my head. "I really don't know. But I don't like it." ** Darius takes up the story My heart was racing. I would really have liked to have had Duke with us. I also wanted to inform the police so they could escort us, but Forts adamantly refused and insisted it was just the two of us. Without any fanfare. Therefore, we slipped out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to take us to the address. * "Forts, this is the address on the note." He swallowed, "Thank you Darius, you had better wait here." I shook my head, "No way! I am coming in with you. You had my back and I have yours." Despite my tone, Forts actually looked relieved. ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 'The Therapist' - Gay/Authoritarian 'NightCam Fun' – Gay/Encounters 'Exploring my brother' – Gay/Incest 'Josh's Adventures series' - Gay/Adult Youth 'An Army life for me' - Gay/Adult Youth/Military 'Grandmas Bedroom' – Bisexual/Incest 'Dominic Online' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Vampyre' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Operation Pied Piper' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Scream if you want to go faster' - Bisexual/Adult Youth 'Red and Nick' – Bisexual/Military 'The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest 'A Brother Used' - Gay/Incest 'A very English Trailer Park' - Gay/Adult Youth 'Special lube Oil' - Gay/Adult Youth