Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2009 15:07:38 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 32

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Jonathan 32


Malcolm felt nervous about meeting Bill at the Club.  He debated over what
he should wear.  Should he dress informally, as he usually did in the days
of his retirement?  Should he be semi-casual in a sports jacket and tie?
Or would a suit, perhaps not his most formal and best suit, be most
appropriate?  He eventually decided on a less-than-best suit.

He caught the train from Stevenage, and arrived at the club just five
minutes before the appointed time.  He went up to the reception desk.

"Can I help you, Sir?" asked a smartly dressed and very attractive young
man.

"I have an appointment to see Mr Blackshaw," said Malcolm, who thought he
would not mind an intimate session with the young man.

"I'll find out whether he's available.  But please take a seat."

Malcolm sat in the seat where he had sat when Jonathan had bearded Bill in
his den some eight or nine months earlier.  Very quickly another young man
came downstairs.

"Mr Blackshaw can see you now, if you would follow me."

The young man led the way up the stairs, opened a door, and said, "Mr
Pridham to see you, Sir."

Malcolm went into the room and saw Bill rising from his seat and looking
intently at him.  Bill came round his desk, and put out a hand, which
Malcolm shook.

"Welcome, Mr Pridham.  How's Jon?"

"He's out in New Zealand, hoping to find that special man."

"Any luck on that score?"

"Not so far."

"Will he stay out there?"

"He will if he finds that special man.  But he's had no success so far, so
I'm expecting him back home here as soon as the cricket season starts."

"Jon was someone special.  As you know I recruit a number of young men for
my special activity.  Most jump at the opportunity at making good money, in
safe surroundings, doing what they enjoy doing.  Working in my club is
better than being on the meat rack any day.  A minority who I think are too
good to let slip through my hands, need to be persuaded."

"Your detention cell?"

"I thought Jon would hold out at the most for two or three days.  But
twenty-one days!  That's the record.  I was sorry to let the heavies have
their way with him.  It had to be done that way. Once we had started we
more or less had to continue until he said, 'yes.  He's a great guy, your
grandson.  I admire him.  I think he enjoyed the work with the other Boys."

"Some of it."

"Keith told me how eager he had been to experience new things and learn
about man- to-man sex.  He was a natural.  He also had something most of
the other Boys don't have.  Most of them are as thick as two planks, all
they're interested in is sex and football, preferably watching it.  Jon had
brains.  Strangely enough in this game with my patrons brains are an asset.
Most of the patrons come really just wanting sex; but when they've had
that, they relax, and many of them like to talk.  Most of the Boys can talk
about the latest Spurs and Gunners match, [Tottenham Hotspur and Arsenal,
two rival football clubs in north London] but not much more.  Jon asked
questions and patrons like talking about themselves and their work.  Many
of my patrons said he'd not only got one sexy body, and knew how to use it,
but was intelligent too."

As the words poured out of Bill Malcolm realised that Bill was embarassed.

"Has he given up the idea of University?  I know that was on the cards
before he started working for me.  One or two of the patrons would've liked
to have found him a job, with other activities thrown in, of course.  I was
sorry I couldn't let him talk directly to his parents.  When there's been a
bust up, talking on the phone can be very unsettling for both sides.  I
didn't want Jon unsettled."

"There was a great deal of worry for his parents and for me.  Jon and I
have always been close."

"But didn't Ron phone them with items of news?"

"Yes, just that he was alive, working and earning money.  So you knew about
that?"

"Yes, Ron asked me if he should phone them, and I said, yes.  I thought
that'd put some of their anxieties on hold."

"It did a little.  We're a close family.  Michael and Lois love their elder
son."

"Even with a punch up?"

"Michael has felt terrible about that.  Still can't really forgive himself.
Jon forgave him ages ago, but Michael keeps referring to it."

"That sort of religion can be very dogmatic and intolerant.  I presume
you're not religious."

"Not in the same way as they are."

"But we're really here to talk about you.  Did Jon know that you like
man-to-man fun, when he was with me?"

"Not then, I came out to him when he escaped.  He came and stayed with me.
He was uncertain how his folk would take to him being gay, and what he'd
been doing.

"I see.  So how are things with his parents now?  Are they still as
homophobic as ever?"

"Not quite.  There's been some thawing, more from his Mum than his Dad."

"He's lucky to have you as his grandfather, someone who is sympathetic and
understands what it is to like gay activities.  You know, I nearly kept him
for myself.  I always have a couple of nice young men around me.  They can
drive the car, and keep it clean, and do odd little jobs for me.  But
mainly I keep them for myself.  It is great to go to bed with two hot sexy
men, one each side of me.  They need more sex than I do these days.  So
often I just watch, and join in when I wish.  Much better than any DVD or
video.  I can't sleep at night unless I've cum one way or another, and
having two arse holes and two mouths available is great.  But you're really
here to see about your membership.  I presume you've been married?"

Malcolm nodded.

"Like many of the members.  It is surprising just how many are, or have
been married.  I have an idea that not so many of the young ones are
getting married these days.  What with gay sex being legal and so much more
open and above board, many more guys are avoiding the pitfalls of wedding
bells.  Are you divorced or a widower?"

"My wife died about twenty months ago."

"So what happened to your gay side while you were married?"

"I first had some gay sex before I was married.  When I was first married
and for several years I was utterly faithful.  Then after the boys were
born, Janice was not so interested in sex, and I wandered from the straight
and narrow."

"I've heard that story many times before.  But you have no one specially
for sex in your life now?"

"I do have a friend.  He's married; but we get together when we can.  It is
easier and more frequent since Janice's death.  But what about you?  You
ever married?"

"No, I escaped that pitfall.  My Mum was unmarried, had three sons, each
with a different father.  I was the youngest.  We lived in East Ham.  It
was a rough, tough childhood.  Some of my Mum's men were okay, others were
nasty pieces of work when it came to us boys.  They saw us as in the way."

"How old were you when you first did it?"

"First time was more it being done to me!"

They both laughed.

"A neighbour's son, he was about seventeen, got me alone in the tool shed
on his Dad's allotment. [See footnote 1] It was pouring with rain and we'd
gone in there to shelter.  We talked, and he started touching me and so on,
and ended up fucking me."

"How old were you then?"

"Just had my thirteenth birthday."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"It hurt a bit; but yes, I did.  I think it was the body contact.  I
suppose even in that sort of situation there a a little bit of love and
affection.  It was something I'd never got at home.  I can't remember a
kiss or a cuddle from any of my family, but this guy had his arms round me,
kissed me a lot, saying how much he liked me.  Yes, it did hurt, quite a
lot, but he tried to make it not hurt, if you know what I mean."

Malcolm nodded.  "Did you do it with him again?"

"Many times.  His Dad worked on the railway, so he always knew when his Dad
was working and the coast was clear.  We'd meet up down at the allotment,
and he would fuck me.  Then he got me to give him a blow job.  It took
sometime before he'd give me one, and even longer before he'd let me fuck
him.  It was just the two of us for about two years.  Then he went into the
army.

"Yes, I missed it when he did.  But by then I was doing odd jobs.  I did a
Saturday job for a stall holder down the market.  The guy that ran the
stall was in his late thirties.  One of the things was I would help him
pack up at the end of the day, and take the un-sold goods round to the
garage where he kept his things.  One Saturday, again it was raining.  He
said he needed a piss.  There was no where near by, so he got a bottle, and
said he'd have to piss into that.  He made no attempt to hide it from me.
He un-zipped, pulled out his cock, and pissed a bottle full.  'That feels
better,' he said, shaking his cock.  'Haven't you seen one of these
before?" he asked.  'Yes, but not so big,' I replied.  He started playing
with it so it began to grow hard.  'How big is your then?  Show me.'  I
pulled out my prick, and he reached out and held it."

"And you got a hard on?"

"I should say.  That's how it started with him.  So I got some fun every
Saturday in his store.  He lived alone, and soon I was going round to his
place.  That was the first time I had ever done it naked on a bed."

"Much better."

"You can say that again.  A hundred per-cent better.  Soon I was going
round almost every evening.  Then one evening he asked if I would like to
earn some extra cash.  This would involve me doing it with a friend of
his. We could divide the money involved between us.  I said I'd do it as
long as it was not with some really old guy.  We set an upper age limit.
So I got into going round to this guy's flat, or going to where the client
lived, and having sex.  On the whole I enjoyed it.  If I didn't like it
with a particular guy I could say, 'Not again'.

"More than you allowed your Boys!" said Malcolm softly but firmly.

Bill looked at Malcolm.  "You are thinking of the guy Jon would know as
Ginger?"

"Exactly.  A nasty piece of work, and a hypocrite too."

"Seb ffookes has told me about him.  We've cooked his goose."

"How?"

"First, we got some pics of him with an ex- boy.  It was all carefully set
up away from this place, he didn't know who was putting the squeeze on him.
Then we told him to go into print saying he'd changed his mind about the
gay thing. If he didn't, and if he published any more homophobic stuff,
we'd make sure all sorts of people would get a pic of him.  He wants to get
into politics.  He won't dare to come out with any anti- gay stuff, if he
is elected at the next election.  His party looks likely to win."

"But you threatened to show Jon's parents a pic of him naked and impaled on
your cock."

"I know.  That was to persuade your lovely sexy Grandson to work for me."

"I know."

"It's a lovely pic.  Shows Jon off to perfection.  I think I could have
sold it to some porn mag."

"I'm glad you didn't."

"I do have the long term welfare of my boys at heart.  I allowed Jon all
sorts of privileges.  He missed the country so I allowed him extra time
down on the farm.  He'd go off on his own on a walk.  He always seemed to
come back in a more positive frame of mind."  Bill paused.  "I liked Jon.
He was one of the best.  Liked him, not just for the work he did for me.
He's a good lad.  I'm sorry for the hurt I caused him and his family.  I
wish him well."

Malcolm thought that was as fulsome an apology that he was likely to get
from Bill.  "Please remember that there can be caring parents involved, and
some of the hurts last longer than bruises to the body."

"What do you mean?"

"Jon has suffered from nightmares ever since his time in your detention
cell.  Calls out, wakes up terrified he's back there, or in some similar
predicament."

"I am sorry to hear that.  How often does he have one?"

"They are getting less frequent.  Though I gather he had a bad one in New
Zealand the other night."

"I am sorry to hear that.  I hope that they stop.  Perhaps when he meets
that special guy they will."

"If he does."

"I am sure he will.  He is a great young man, attractive in many ways, not
just with that sexy body." He paused.  "So do you still want to join the
Club?"

"That's what I'm here for," said Malcolm with a grin.

"Good.  You've spoken your mind, I respect you for that.  I am sorry for
the hurt to Jon.  I've been soundly told off about him."

"Oh?"

"Seb ffookes has been on at me.  Says I should have given Jon more cash for
not taking action against me."

"His father wanted him to.  But I respect Jon's decision; perhaps even more
having met you."

"Thanks."  Bill reached over to his desk and took a card off it.  "Here's
your membership card."

"And how much do I owe you," said Malcolm, reaching into a a pocket to get
his cheque book.

"Nothing.  Normally a thousand a year.  But there you have life membership.
Call it conscience money if you like.  If you want, you can pass what
you're saving on to young Jon."

"Thanks.  Perhaps you are not the complete villain I once thought you
were."

"I am a business man, Mr Pridham.  As I am sure you know, business is
business, and young Jon got caught up with my business.  But now you are a
member, let me show you round the club.  Would you like to enjoy the
special facilities today?"

"I wasn't sure if that would be on the cards.  But, yes, I would."

They both stood up.

"So was it your experience making money by sex that gave you the idea of
this place."

"Yes, very soon I was not wanting to share the profits with my stall holder
friend.  I began to do it on my own.  But I knew that there was no long
term future in that.  I began to save money.  I 've never smoked, always
drink very little, didn't waste money on the birds, or the gee-gees come to
that.  From small beginnings I began to make money.  This club is not the
only business I am involved with.  It took me seven years before I got my
own apartment.  I was twenty-five.  I stopped selling my body.  Three years
later I got a nice young man called Keith to work for me, and to keep me
warm at night."

"Jon's Keith?"

"The same. Ten years later I found these premises.  I got them converted
into the place they are now.  It was ideal for keeping the Boys' part
private.  I recruited three boys to start with.  The grapevine started
working.  Members recommended their friends.  Soon I was recruiting more
boys."

"With Keith's help?"

"Sometimes, but not always.  Now there is a waiting list of men wanting to
join."

"But you saw me, and made me a member straight away."

"I know.  That's because of Jon.  Anyway I wanted to meet the guy he called
Gramps.  I saw you briefly when he came to collect his money and
belongings.  I came part of the way downstairs with him, but I did not
think it a good time for us to meet."

"Probably right.  I was still feeling very sore and angry that day."

"But now you are a member.  Still, let me show you round."

Bill showed Malcolm round the more accessible parts of the club.  Then he
took him to the end of a corridor where there was a small toilet room.
There were a couple of urinals and a cubicle.  There was also another door
which Bill opened.  This led into what looked like a broom cupboard, but
there was yet another door.  Bill explained the procedure, and led the way
through. He checked that Malcolm knew the exact procedure and showed him
the changing room.  They shook hands and Bill left.

Malcolm was alone in the changing room.  He changed into one of the bath
robes that were provided, and locked his clothes away in a large locker.
He took the key and went through another door.  As he had expected, there
was a small office with an attendant.

"Good morning, Sir.  I gather this is your first time."

"Yes," replied Malcolm.

"Would you like me to introduce you to the Boys?"

"Please."

"What name shall I give.  You don't have to use your actual name.  Some of
our patrons are well known in the outside world and prefer to use another
name."

"I'm no public figure.  I'm Malcolm."

"Then Malcolm it'll be, Sir"

The attendant led the way through and Malcolm came face to face with about
eight young men.  They were dressed as Jonathan had been when he got away
from the club nine months before.  They were wearing very tight jeans, each
with a large bulge at the crotch, and tight Tshirts of various colours
which clung closely to them.

"This is Malcolm," said the attendant.  "He is a new Patron.  I will let
you introduce yourselves."

One of the young men was dark skinned.  He stepped forward.  "I'm usually
called Ba here, because they think my cock is like a banana!  Though I
think it is straighter than most bananas."

Malcolm laughed.  But then he noticed one of the Boys standing staring at
him opened mouthed.  The young man was obviously Chinese.  "Excuse me, Sir,
but are you related to a Jon Pridham?"

Malcolm grinned.  "Yes, I'm his grandfather, and you must be Chink.  He has
told me a lot about you.  How good you were to him."

Chink looked slightly embarassed.  "How is Jon?  He never told me that you
liked the sort of thing that happens here."

Most of the rest of the Boys now clustered closely around now they knew
exactly who Malcolm was.  They were full of questions.  Malcolm told them
something of what had happened to Jonathan, and that he was now out in New
Zealand.  "He was hoping to find a special man; but he's having no luck.
So I'm expecting him back when the cricket season begins."

The questioning went on for some time.  Another patron came in and
attention turned to him.  Chink remained at Malcolm's side.  "When you next
speak to Jon tell him I miss him a lot.  I hope he finds his special man."

Malcolm looked at Chink.  "Is there somewhere we can go more private?"

"My room?"  There was a slightly naughty twinkle in Chinks eyes.  He led
the way upstairs to his room.  They went in and Malcolm sat on the edge of
the bed, and Chink sat alongside him.

"Chink, thank you for all you did for Jon.  Especially dealing with his
nightmares.  You must have had many broken nights."

Chink smiled.  "Quite a number.  Is he still getting them?"

"Not as many as when he first escaped.  He has told me how you would rub
his back, or give him a warm cuddle in the middle of the night.  He speaks
very highly of you."

"He was a good friend.  I miss him a lot.  He spoke often about you.  You
were special to him.  He loves you a lot."

"Yes, there is something special between us."

"He never said that his Gramps liked men too!"

"He didn't know then.  I came out to him when he came to live with me. He
asked me if I'd ever done anything with a man.  I told him.  He kept me
awake for hours giggling in bed the night I told him, especially that I
have a good friend in the village."

"You sleep with Jon?"

"Yes.  He had a nightmare and asked if he could sleep with me.  I took over
your job."

Chink paused before asking the next question.  "Did you ever.....make
love?"

"No.  I think if we had of done, it would have changed our whole
relationship.  Yes, we cuddled, but never made love."

"Jon and I slept together most nights.  We kissed and cuddled saying
goodnight.  Only a few times did we really make love.  Not just sex, but
love.  I loved Jon, and I think he loved me."

"I know he did."  Malcolm put his arm round Chink's shoulder, and they both
sat silently remembering Jonathan.  "You were very good to him.  Thank
you."  Malcolm gave him a gentle squeeze.

Chink looked at Malcolm, and smiled.  "And now you come.  You sit on
Chink's bed. We think of Jon.  What would Jon want us to do?"

"I think he'd be very happy if we did what I have become a member of this
club for."

Chink grinned.  "I wonder if you are like Jon in everything."  He put his
hand on Malcolm's thigh, and rubbed it.  Immediately Malcolm began to get
hard.  "Yes, you are like Jon.  Or Jon is like you.  Now let me see if you
are alike."  He pulled the belt on the bath robe so it loosened, and then
pulled it appart so Malcolm's hard cock was revealed.  "Yes, you like Jon.
Beautiful cock."  He bent over and put it in his mouth.

Malcolm had been sucked many times, by quite a number of different men in
his time, but this was something different.  He wondered if Jon was as
good, and whether he had missed something in not making love to Jon.  He
opened his legs to give Chink freer access.

As Chink had lent over his Tshirt had pulled up from his jeans exposing the
bottom of his back. Malcolm reached down and stroked the exposed skin.  It
was like silk.

Chink sat up.  "You're good, Malcolm.  You taste like Jon."  He leaned
forward and the two of them kissed.  The first kiss was a short chaste
kiss, but it was immediately followed by a real man to man kiss.  Their
arms went round each other.

"I want you, Chink.  You are a very sexy young man.  Even though I feel I
am doing it with a thirteen year old."

Chink laughed.  "All men say that.  He stood in front of Malcolm and undid
the bath robe and slid it off Malcolm's shoulders, so all above his waist
was fully revealed.  Chick saw a hairy chest, still largely dark haired,
though some white was now appearing.  He eyes shone.  "What a beautiful
hairy chest.  I really love hairy older men.  You are very sexy, Malcolm."
He ran his hands all over Malcolm's chest, felt his nipples and played with
them.

"Now let me see you, Chink"

Chink pulled off his Tshirt, and his naked torso was revealed.

It was now Malcolm's turn to run his hands all over Chink's chest.  "So
smooth.  So hairless.  It's like silk.  I have never touched skin like it."

Chink then undid the button at the top of his jeans and pulled down the
zip.  The flaps fell slightly open showing his stomach, still hairless to
just above his cock.

Malcolm's hand now went and stroked that, and slipped his fingers down
where the bottom of the zip still concealed Chink's cock.  He felt a small
patch of hair, and then he touched the still hidden cock.  He looked up
into Chink's eyes.  "You are a very beautiful young man.  I have never done
anything with a Chinese person before."  He pushed down the jeans.  He saw
that Chinks's cock was not very big, probably just under five and a half
inches, but it was as hard as iron.  The surrounding hair was small in
area, and black.  He cradled Chink's balls in one hand and held the cock in
the other.  "You're wonderful.  If I'd been Jon sleeping with you every
night I would have wanted to play all night."

Chink laughed.  "Not if sex had been your work all day.  It was wonderful
to have Jon to cuddle and love, exchange a few goodnight kisses.  When we
did do anything it was a real making love."

Malcolm put his hands on Chink's hips and turned him round.  Now his back
and buttocks were revealed.  Again his hands ran all over the back, and
then concentrated on the buttocks.  They were so smooth, firm and round.
"You seem so young, Chink.  I know you are in your early twenties, but you
seem ten years younger."

"You don't mind I seem boy?"

"Not at all"

"Get on the bed.  I feel much to you as to Jon.  You are a good man,
Malcolm."

Malcolm removed the bath robe, and lay back on the bed.  Chink got
alongside him.  They lay close and kissed.

"You're like Jon.  Like same things.  He liked kisses."

"He is a very affectionate young man.  I hope he finds that special person,
either in New Zealand or back here."

"Mr Malcolm, what do you like?  What do you want with me?  I'm yours.  Suck
me? Me suck you?  Me fuck you, or you fuck me?"

"All those things sound good to me.  But we can't do them all today.  I am
now a one cum a day person."

"I bet you were not a one cum a day person when you were Jon's age!"

"And for a good many years after.  But now a one cum a session."

"So I make it very good for you.  Your first time here must be special."

"I want to suck your Jon-like cock.  But not to cum.  Then I will ride you,
and keep you from cumming as long as I can."

Chink started kissing Malcolm's lips and face, and then he moved down
kissing everywhere, especially his nipples.  Then he went further down,
until he felt Malcolm's cock under his chin.  He kissed, licked and sucked
all around, then ran the tip ofhis tongue several times up the length of
Malcolm's cock, before letting it slip into his mouth.

Again Malcolm felt that this blowjob was in a different league when
compared with his previous experiences.  Over three years of experience at
Bill's had taught Chink when a climax began to approach.  He knew how to
ease the mounting tension.  Malcolm just lay back, every time he thought
the climax was approaching, Chink eased off.  Eventually Chink stopped and
came and lay beside Malcolm, arms round the older man, and his youthful leg
over Malcolm.

"That was wonderful Chink.  I am now very glad I joined this club, even for
that one blow job."

Chink got up onto one elbow, and looked down at Malcom.  "I do my best for
you.  Your number one time, you're a good man, and also for Jon."

"I think he would be pleased to know all about this."

"Will you tell him?"

"Yes, I'll phone him as soon as I can.  Twelve hour difference with New
Zealand.  If I phone this evening it'll have to be before he goes to work."

This short conversation relaxed Malcolm and his cock began to go limp;
Chink was still hard, but when He put his hand on Malcolm's cock it
immediately hardened.  Chink reached over for the lube and a condom.
Malcom continued to lie on his back.  Chink put the condom on Malcolm, and
lubed it, and then himself.  He then got astride Malcolm, and lowered
himself on to his cock.

"This is good way for older men.  They can relax.  The boy does all the
work, and the older man slower to cum this way."

Malcolm felt his penis slip slowly, steadily and fully into Chink.

"That good, Malcolm?"

"Wonderful."

Chink knew all the little moves that gave pleasure to the penetrating man.
He moved up and down, with varying pace.  He wriggled his hips, changing
the pressure.

Malcolm looked admiringly at Chink's body.  He rubbed his hands on every
part of the young man he could reach, especially his legs, they were so
smooth.  He held his cock, and wished he could bend enough to suck it.

Often they smiled at each other, sometimes they talked, and the talk was
like it is so often with gay men.  They told each other parts of their
story, and of their experiences.

Chink watched Malcolm carefully.  He knew that older men often begin to
tire.  When he notice the first signs, he began the approach to the climax.
Malcolm immediately detected the change, and began to wank Chink.

Again Chink's great skill came into play.  They came almost at the same
time.  Malcolm shot into Chink, and Chink shot all over Malcolm's chest.

Malcolm roared with laughter.  "That's a good load, Chink, wish I still
shot like that.  Used to, quite a way, but I don't think ever as far as
that."

Chink's cum was stuck into Malcolm's hairy chest.  Chink reached for a
tissue and began to wipe it off.

"I'll need a shower after that."

"No problem! That's included in the service.  I will shower with you, soap
and dry you."

"If you do that I may get hard again."

"Good."

They both laughed.

"Let's have a bit more cuddle," said Malcolm.

They lay in each others arms, and both of them almost dozed off.  There was
the occasional kiss, and Malcolm's hand stroked Chink's smooth skin.

"I must be moving, Chink.  That was wonderful.  I'll tell Jon all about
it."

They got off the bed, and Chink led the way to the shower.  It was nearly
half an hour later that they made their way downstairs.  Malcolm knew the
drill from Jonathan.  He went and changed back into his clothes.  When he
came out Chink was still there to say good bye.  Malcolm reached into his
pocket and pulled out his wallet, he pulled out a couple of twenty pound
notes.

"That is very generous, Malcolm.  Very kind. Give my love to Jonathan."

"Will do.  And thank you for a wonderful time.  I think I shall be looking
out for you again, in spite of the attractions of the other Boys."

"I am afraid it will have to be with another.  I am leaving Bill's soon;
been here three years.  Time to move on.  Bill's found me good place to
work."

Malcolm's face fell.  "When are you leaving?"

"The work is fixed. I start as soon as I can find place to live.  Near
where I'll be working places to live cost a lot of money."

"Where is that?"

"Place called Welwyn Garden City, you know it?"

"Yes," Malcolm stood thinking for a moment.  "I live about ten miles away.
Would you like to stay with me until you find somewhere.  It will be easier
to find somewhere if you are working there.  Meeting more local people."

"That's too much trouble."

"Not at all.  I would like to for Jon's sake."  Again Malcolm paused.  "But
there is no easy public transport from Whitgest to Welwyn Garden City."
Again he paused, thinking.  "Do you drive?"

"Yes. I have a driving licence.  I got it before starting work for Bill."

"Jon's car is in my garage.  He gave it to me, and I will give it back to
him if and when he returns.  You could use that.  Do it good to be driven."

Chink's face was lighting up.  "You're a kind man, Malcolm.  I would like
to stay with you."

"When can you come and see whether you would like that?"

"Not tomorrow.  Day after?"

"Fine with me.  If you catch the 10.22 from King's Cross I can meet you at
Stevenage station at 10.46."

A mischevious look came into Chink's eyes.  He whispered into Malcolm's
ear, "Can we do more things together?"

"Now that really sounds like a good idea."

The chatted for a little while longer then kissed, and Malcolm went on his
way.

As he walked to the tube station he had a sudden panic that he was doing
the wrong thing.  Chink coming to live could not be hidden from Jon's
parents or from the village.  He began to work out how he would deal with
that problem.  If you are going to tell a lie keep it as close to the truth
as you can.

Two days later Malcolm met Chink at Stevenage station.  They drove out to
Whitgest.  Chink was like a small boy, full of excitement.  When they
arrived at Malcolm's home they were no sooner in the front door, and
Chink's arms were round Malcolm, who responded immediately.

"I have been looking forward to seeing you again."

"You're a very sexy hot young man, Chink.  I think all you think about is
sex."

"I've done much sex for three years.  Now time to move on.  Now want one
man.  Malcolm!  And perhaps his friend Simon."

Malcolm laughed.  "When Simon sees you he will be dragging you upstairs,
and tearing all your clothes off you on the way."

"Good.  I take his clothes off too.  He has white hairy chest?"

"Yes, white hair on his head, and on his chest."

"Lovely. Can he come now?"

"No.  I have not told him you will be here today.  I want you for myself
today."

Chink's hands felt Malcolm's crotch and found a satisfying hardness.  "You
wanting me?"

"Yes.  But first, shall we have a coffee, then I'll show you round?  We
have some business to discuss."

Malcolm made some coffee and they sat in the kitchen, and Malcolm suggested
that Chink paid him what Jon had been paying.  Chink thought he should pay
more, as Jon was family.  They eventually agreed on a weekly sum.

"By the way, what is your name?  Proper full name.  I will need that for
insurance for you to drive Jon's car."

"My name is Wei Cham Chek.  I've brought my driving licence."

They spent some time sorting that out, with Malcolm ringing the insurance
agent to get the car insured for Chink to drive immediately.

Then they went on a tour of the house.

"It so big. So many rooms.  A palace."

They went upstairs, and Malcolm showed Chink the bathroom, and then Jon's
room.

"This is Jon's room and it will be yours.  Jon kept everything in here. He
only slept in here for a few nights after escaping from Bill's.  After his
first nightmare he slept with me.  But he always made it look as though he
slept in here."  Malcolm led the way into the next room.  "This is my
room."

"Where we'll sleep?" asked Chink with a note of eagerness in his voice.

"Yes, if that's what you want."

Chink took off his shoes and lay on the bed.  "Comfortable.  Let's cuddle
now."  He patted the bed.

Malcolm took off his shoes and got on the bed.

"That better.  I will like sleeping with you, Malcolm"

"You don't know how much I snore, and toss and turn in the night."

"In my arms, after we make love, you sleep like a baby."

Chink wriggled across to get close to Malcolm.  They kissed.  They moved
even closer, bodies were pressed against bodies, and then clothing was
removed.  Chink was delighted and fascinated with Malcolm's hairy chest,
and Malcolm with the smoothness of Chink's skin.

"Chink, I want to fuck you this time."

"That OK."  Chink got of the bed and fished in a pocket and brought out
some condoms and lube.  "I thought we might be needing these."

Malcolm looked at the small packets.  "Simon and I don't use anything.  We
only go with each other. We know we are clean."

"I'm tested every week, and OK.  But while I work for Bill, we'll use a
condom.  When I live here we'll not use condom?"

"That's fine by me."

Chink unrolled the condom onto his erect cock.  While Malcolm lubed
himself.  "How you like me?"

"You kneel at edge of bed, and I'll stand behind you.  I can't bend my
knees all that well now, to do it as we did it at Bill's Place."

They got into position, but first Malcolm rubbed the head of his cock over
Chink's anus.

"I like that.  Want your cock, please."

Malcolm began to put some pressure on, and after a momentary pause the
sphincter popped and he began to slide into Chink.  His hands felt Chink's
body.

"You are a wonderful young man, Chink.  I've never done this with anyone
like you."

"When I leave Bill's I will be yours Malcolm, all yours for as long as you
want me."

Malcolm was excited to be fucking Chink, and he soon shot his load into the
safety of the condom.

"Next time, no condom, Malcolm."

"Yes, no condom."

"Then we really make love, not just sex."

There was something more relaxed about this second time together.  It was
certainly more of a love making than just sex.  Both were keen to give
pleasure, and both did so.  When they had both climaxed they lay together
for several minutes, and the thought went through Malcolm's mind that
perhaps it would be best it Jon did stay in New Zealand, if that meant he
could continue to have Chink.

They had a shower.  Downstairs Malcolm sent Chink into the garden to
explore it, while he got something to eat.

After they had eaten Malcolm suggested that Chink take Jon's car out for a
run.  "So you can get used to it before you're driving to work."

They spent the rest of the short afternoon talking, and getting to know
each other better.  Chink told Malcolm his story.  They had a meal together
but before Chink returned to London Malcolm said he must ring Michael,
Jon's father.  "I have to break the news to him, and I want you to hear
exactly what is said.  That will be our story.  Close to the truth as
possible, but not quite the whole truth.

Malcolm rang Luton, and it was Lois who answered.

"Malcolm here, Lois.  Is Michael in?"

"I am afraid he's not back from work yet.  He is working late tonight.  He
said he had a lot of paper work to catch up on.  He says he works better
when there is no one else around."

"I know that only too well.  Lois, I have some news for you.  I went up to
London and went in for a coffee and guess who I met?"

"I've no idea, tell me."

"You remember Jon telling us about Chink."

"The Chinese boy who helped him a lot with his nightmares and so on."

"Yes.  There was this Chinese young man, who kept looking at me.  Then he
came across and asked if I was the father of Jon Pridham."

"I bet that boosted your ego, to be thought to be Jon's father."

"I confessed that I was his grandfather."

"'What, Gramps?' he said.  'He used to speak a lot about you.'  He asked
after Jon, and we had a long talk.  He is such a nice pleasant young man.
Every bit as Jon described him.  We talked for quite a time.  He is leaving
Bill's."

"Can they leave when they want?"

"He has done about three years, and he thought it time to move on.  He
talked it over with Bill, and the long and short of it is Bill has found
him a job."

"Bill is a surprising man.  Quite ruthless and cruel, and yet caring."

"When he's got what he wanted.  Chink's got a job in Welwyn Garden City,
and he said he's looking for accommodation.  So I've offered to put him up
until he can find somewhere.  Accommodation is so expensive round there."

"Are you sure you are doing the right thing?  You hardly know him."

"Jon always spoke very well of him.  I'm doing it as a sort of thank you
for the way he helped Jon."

"You're old enough to know what you are doing," said Lois with a laugh.

"We can see how it works out.  He is a nice young man.  I think you'll like
him."

"I expect Michael will want to come over and inspect, or you could bring
him across here.  When will he be moving in?"

"Not exactly sure yet, may be end of week."

The conversation continued, mainly on other matters, but the main part had
been accomplished.

When Malcolm put the phone down he turned to Chink.  "Did you hear all of
that?"

"Yes, she sounds nice.  I'm bit afraid of Michael.  Perhaps he give me
black eye!"

"I don't think so.  He feels guilty enough about Jon's black eye, without
meting out another one.  But that's our story, and we are sticking to it."

"But it is so nearly the full truth."

"So now I'll run you back to the station and you can catch a train back to
London."

"I'm so happy.  New job. Place to live.  And a lovely daddy to live with."

"That how you think of me?"

"You're a fairy godfather."  Chink leant across and gave Malcolm a kiss.
They sat and cuddled and kissed for several minutes.

Before they left the house they had a good bye session by the front door.
They hugged and kissed.  "I happy.  Come here to live.  I hope you love me,
so want me to stay with you.  I know I'll want to stay, daddy Malcolm."
The last was said with a cheeky grin.

"I think we'll get on.  There're some rather silly romantic words that come
into my mind about you."

"What are they?"

"I don't know whether I'm enchanted with you or bewitched by you."

"Don't know those word.  What do they mean?"

"I will explain as I drive you to the station."

**

Chink moved in with Malcolm on the Saturday at the end of the week.
Malcolm had offered to drive up to London to collect him and his
belongings, but Chink had declined the offer.

Malcolm was surprised to see that he was only carrying a small case and a
back pack when he came out of the station.

"Good to see you, Chink.  I want to give you a kiss, but two men kissing is
not approved of by many people even these days."

"We can save it up until we get home, then we can do it properly."  That
twinkle eyed grin had appeared on Chink's face again.

Malcolm was pleased at the use of the word 'home'.  And the thought of
doing it properly.  That started as soon as they were in front door.  Chink
put down his case, removed the back pack, and an ardent embrace with many
kisses followed.  Their crotches ground together, and each felt the other's
hard cock.

"You want what I want," said Chink.

"So it seems.  Two cocks want to be reunited, so let's go upstairs."
Malcolm led the way upstairs.  'I'm feeling and behaving like a teenager,'
thought Malcolm.  'Am I being an old fool?  But I am enjoying it.'

"Now we can really make love.  I've been looking forward to this since said
good-bye."

Malcolm gave Chink a light kiss on his lips and whispered, "And so have I."

They undressed, and got onto the bed.  Malcolm lay on his back and Chink
lay on top of him, lips to lips, chest to chest and cock to cock.

"I like you like this.  You are so light in weight, and I can run my hands
over your back, and feel those lovely arse-cheeks of yours."

"And I feel your lovely hairy chest, and your bristly face against mine."

"But I shaved this morning!"

"I know.  I like it more when it has gown a bit.  End of day. Or in morning
before you shave."

"You'll have me growing a beard next."

"No, I don't want a beard.  I like the rough against my skin, my face and
neck."

Malcolm rubbed his chin into Chink's neck, which brought squeals of
delight.  "I like that; more please."  They enjoyed each other for several
minutes.  "No more going with a lot of men.  Now just with my daddy
Malcolm."

"I think Simon will be wanting you when he sees you.  And what if Jon comes
home?"

"You happy me with Simon?"

"Yes, he'll love playing with you, I know that.  He wanted to get into
Jon's pants enough."

"I tease him when I meet him.  I only play with him if you happy."

"He'll enjoy that."

"If Jon comes back, we'll have to see.  You don't play with Jon, and I
played with him."

"Let's not cross that bridge until we come to it.  I want to get into that
arse of yours, Chink."

"Good.  A moment, please," He got out off the bed, and stark naked ran
downstairs, and came back carrying his back pack.  He opened one of the
side pockets and pulled out masses of lube sachets.  "These are from
Bill's!  No condoms now."

Malcolm watched as Chink prepared himself, and then he lubed Malcolm's
cock.  Chink now lay on his back and pulled his legs up, exposing his
hairless anus to Malcolm.  "I want you in me, Malcolm."

Malcolm moved and positioned his cock and began to push.  Again it slipped
wonderfully in.

"Your cock now find its home.  He belong there now, Granddad Malcolm."

"I think he does.  He likes it there."

Malcolm was too excited to keep it for long from depositing his load.  Soon
after his cock softened and slipped out.

"Thanks, Malcolm.  I hope you want to do that often."

"I think I will."

They lay on the bed, arms around each other, few words now spoken, but both
supremely content.  All good thing come to an end.  There were many things
to be done.  Chink unpacked his belongings, while Malcolm got the meal.

"You like Chinese food?" asked Chink.

"Yes."

"Good, I will cook Chinese food for you."

"I haven't got any Chinese ingredients in the house."

"When I go to work on Monday I find out where buy proper Chinese food."

"But you are happy with English food?"

"Oh yes.  Used to it.  Always English food at Bill's."

When they had eaten their meal and cleared away, Malcolm made a
proposition.  "I think we ought to go over to Luton and introduce you to
Jon's parents."

"What now?"  There was a look of horror on Chink's face.

"Yes, the sooner we go the better.  You will not have much time to get
worried about it.  And by going straight away we will show we have nothing
to be ashamed of."

"But I'm scared of Jon's father.  He gave him a black eye. Perhaps he'll
give me a black eye."

"If we go this evening then we need not stay long.  If we leave it the
first visit may be for a meal, which will take much longer."

Rather reluctantly Chink agreed.  They went upstairs and prepared
themselves.  Within ten minutes they were in the car and on their way.

Chink was obviously very nervous.  Malcolm rang the front door bell, which
was answered by Lois.

"Pop, what a surprise!  Come on in."

"I thought I'd bring Chink over, as I knew you would want to meet him,
knowing how very good he was to Jon."

Lois and Chink shook hands, he also giving her a slight bow.  She was
surprised how short he was.  Thomas who was much younger was already
slightly taller, and he looked so young.

"It good to meet you, Mrs Pridham.  Jon spoke about you."

"Did he.  But come on through.  Michael is in the living room, the other
two are upstairs doing homework."

Malcolm led the way into the living room.

Michael was seated when they entered, but he immediately stood.  "Dad, what
brings you over tonight?"  Then he saw Chink.  "And you must be Chink," He
put out a hand which Chink shook, and again gave a courteous bow.  "Jon
often spoke about you; what a good friend you were to him at Bill's place."

"Thank you, Mr Pridham, Jon was a good friend to me also."

"I expect he told you bad things about me?"

"Now come off it, Michael, don't embarrass the man with that sort of
question.  Chink knows all about what happened over a year ago; and he also
knows that Jon has forgiven you long ago, though you don't seem to be able
to forgive yourself.  Or should I say you don't seem able to accept the
Lord's forgiveness."

"That's quite a sermon, Dad.  It is not often you preach them to me these
days."  He laughed, and they all laughed.  "Any way come and sit down.  Cup
of coffee or something stronger?"

"I'll have my usual bitter, please."

"Me too," added Chink.

As the request was alchoholic Michael went to get the drinks.

Lois sat next to Chink.  "I am so glad to have this chance to meet you, and
say thank you to you.  Jon told us about you helping him deal with his
nightmares."

"I was able to help him when they happened.  We also had some good times,
with lots of laughs together.  I was surprised when I saw Malcolm in the
coffee bar in London."  (Malcolm had tensed up at 'when I saw' and almost
audibly sighed when the words 'coffee bar' were spoken.)  He is so like
Jon, or is it Jon like him?  But I see Jon's father looks like them both.
The Pridham look."

"Yes, Stephen and Kevin, Michael's brothers, they are all alike All mad
about cricket."

"Jon tried to tell me the game, I do not understand it."

"You're not the only one."

Michael came in with the drinks.  Conversation began to flow easily.
Thomas and Abigail came down, and were introduced.  Thomas obviously
thought that Chink as Jon's friend would be interested in the things Jon
had been interested in doing with him as an older brother.  Chink was taken
upstairs.

"What a charming young man?" said Lois.  "I find it difficult to believe he
has been doing what he has been doing, when he is so well mannered."

"What work is he going to be doing?"

The answer was that Malcolm himself was none to sure; they had been too
busy arranging the move, and when together doing other things!  "Why not
ask him yourself.  He'll put it much better than me."

Nearly an hour later Lois said it was time Thomas started going to bed.
Chink came down and joined the adults.  He told Michael all about the work
he was to do.

"Chink can't be your real name," said Lois.

"Wei Cham Chek, is my real name. I don't mind Chink. At Bill's everyone
called me Chink."

"You don't mind us continuing to use that?" asked Michael.

"Not at all.  I sometimes want to call Malcolm, Gramps.  Jon often talk
about his Gramps.  It would be cheeky to call him Gramps."

"I don't see why you shouldn't" said Michael.

Lois and Malcolm looked at him in surprise.

"That's if it is all right with Dad."

"I suppose so.  I don't know what the village will say about me be
acquiring a Chinese grandson at this stage in my life.  They will be
inventing stories."

They all laughed.

"But we must be going," added Malcolm.  "Just a short visit to say
'hello'."

"That's broken the ice, and went well," said Malcolm on the way back.

"Michael's not nasty as I thought he would be," said Chink.

"He's much better since he has left that bigoted church; the Church of
England is producing some tolerance and ease in him.  He is more like the
old Michael."

"Are you angry that I want call you Gramps?"

"No."  Malcolm laughed.  "No way.  You can call me Gramps.  But let's get
home, I want some serious cuddling before sleep tonight."

"Our first night together, Gramps."

"I hope the first of many"

The relationship between Chink and Jon's immediate family developed well.
Lois soon started mothering him.  Michael talked work with him.  Thomas
always wanted to play with him.  And Abigail?  She flirted with him.  Much
to the amusement of all the rest.

**

It was after Chink's first day at work that Simon came round.  Malcolm knew
he would come round as soon as he could get away for two or three hours
from Patricia.  Malcolm and Chink had eaten their meal, cleared away, and
were sitting close together on the sofa talking about the day.

There was a ring at the door. Malcolm went to answer it.  Chink heard
talking and then Malcolm came in with a tallish white haired man.

"Let me introduce you to Chink,"

"So you are the young man who was such a good friend to Jonathan, and are
now leading my friend Malcolm astray?"  said Simon as they shook hands.

"He hard to lead astray."

Simon laughed.  "You can't know him very well then."

"Would you like some coffee," asked Malcolm, and went off to make some.

Simon sat down on the sofa, and then Chink joined him, Malcolm noticed, as
he left the room that there was a discreet distance between the two of
them.

The two sat in the corners of the three-seater sofa.  Chink knew from
Malcolm just how much Simon had been attracted to Jonathan, and Malcolm's
expectation that he would find the Chinese young man irresistible.  Also
Malcolm had told him that Simon's chest was covered with white hair,
something he looked forward to experiencing.

Simon asked several questions about Bill's place and Chink's work there.

Chink answered honestly, and detected that Simon was wanting to move onto
some physical contact.  He decided to play slightly hard to get.  It was
only after several minutes that Chink moved, turning towards Simon and
putting the knee nearest up on the seat of the sofa.  His knee was now part
of the way across the empty seat that lay between them.  He detected that
Simon was wanting to reach across and touch his knee.

Before he could make a move Malcolm came in with the coffee and some
biscuits.  He sat in one of the arm chairs.  He had an inward smile
realising that Chink was teasing Simon by playing rather hard to get, but
both were eager to get in to a touching range.

With Malcolm in the room the conversation reverted to the events of the
day.  Both Simon and Chink relaxed, getting slightly closer together.  When
the coffee had been consumed, Malcolm muttered something about being a
slave of all and sundry, and said he would deal with the coffee things and
finish clearing up in the kitchen.  Chink knew that all the clearing up had
been done, so he realised that Malcolm intended to stay out of the way for
more than just a few minutes.  He leant back into his corner of the sofa,
so that his knee was now more than half way across the vacant seat.

Simon reached out and put a hand on Chink's knee.  "So you and Malcolm are
getting on well, I gather."

"Very well.  He's a lovely man.  He is kind.  He's like Jonathan.  I like
him very much."

Simon's hand was now stroking Chink's knee.

"We've been special friends for getting on for nine years.  We're a couple
of old men, who get on well, and like the same things."

Chink could see that Simon was getting a hard on.  "Things like cricket?"

"Among other things."

"What other things?" asked Chink with a grin, moving just an inch or two
closer to Simon.

"I think you know the sort of things."  Simon now was able to stroke the
some more of Chink's thigh.

"I see you like doing that," said Chink nodding toward the mound in Simon's
crotch.

"Especially to sexy young men like you."

"Good," Chink now wriggled closer and put his hand on Simon's thigh.

Simon now leant closer to Chink.  "Do you know what I'd like to do to you?"

"What?" replied Chink, with a come hither look in his eyes.

Simon whispered in Chink's ear.  "I'd like to undress you, and run my hands
all over your young sexy body. And that just for starters."

"Sounds wonderful to me.  On one condition."

"What's that?"

"Malcolm says you have a lovely white furry chest, I want to feel it all."

Their faces were now close, and looking into each other's eyes, they
kissed, then kissed more ardently again.  Simon put his hand on Chink's
crotch and felt the hardness within; while Chink undid a couple of Simon's
shirt buttons and slid his hand in.

It was at this point that Malcolm re-entered the room.  "What still at it
down here?  I thought you two would've been upstairs on the bed by now."

"We're enjoying getting there slowly and steadily," said Simon.

Chink turned and gave Malcolm a most satisfied smile.

"Why don't you two go upstairs.  I'll join you in twenty minutes or so.
Give you time to get to know each other.  Even if it means being a martyr
and sacrificing my own pleasures."

Simon and Chink stood, both revealing their trouser-contained erections.

As they left the room, Chink gave Malcolm a kiss.  "Thank you.  I love you,
Gramps."

Simon led the way upstairs, when in the bedroom they both turned and gave
each other more hugs and kisses.  Simon started undressing Chink, and they
ended up undressing each other.

"You're beautiful, Chink.  You look so young.  I can't believe you're in
your early twenties, you look about ten years younger than that."

"And you' re a lovely man too.  So hairy, and white hair almost all over,
your chest, your legs."

They got onto the bed.  Both enjoyed feeling the other.  Simon so hairy,
and Chink so smooth.

"Would you like to fuck me?" asked Chink.

"No I want you to fuck me."

"How do you want to be taken by me."

"I like to be on all fours."

"Doggie fashion."

They both knew where the lube was so they quickly prepared themselves.
Simon got onto all fours, and Chink got up behind him.  He placed his
cockhead against Simon's anus and began to push.  It went in easily,
Malcolm was a regular intruder there.

"That's great, take as long as you can."

Chink used all the skill he had acquired working at Bill's Place. He used
his cock and his hand to arouse Simon to approach his climax, and then
slowed, so the expected summit was not reached.  Simon could not get enough
of Chink's cock, and Chink was giving him everything he had.  He was
beginning to pound hard when Malcolm entered the room.  They both looked
towards him, and Chink stopped thrusting.

"Now that's a pleasant sight.  First time I've seen Simon being screwed by
another guy.  Two guys who mean a lot to me enjoying each other to the
full.  I'm going to join in."

Very quickly Malcolm stripped off.  "Simon, I think we should make a
Chinese sandwich, don't you?"

"Oh yes, please," squealed Chink.

Malcolm got a dollop of lube and oiled his cock, but when he went to put
some into Chink he found he was already well lubed.  'Cheeky blighter, he'd
got this all planned!' he thought.

Malcolm got onto the bed behind Chink and pressed his cock into the young
man.  As always it slipped in easily, but Chink knew how to tighten his
love chute once another's cock had penetrated.  It seemed satisfactorily
tight to Malcolm.  Malcolm reached round and grasped Simon's hips, allowing
Chink room to move.  As Chink thrust into Simon, Malcolm's cock nearly
exited Chink, and when Chink down stroked Simon, he was up stroked by
Malcolm,

"Two lovely men," exclaimed Chink. "I just wish I had a few more hands to
feel you wonderful men."  He began to increase the tempo.

That did not last long.  Simon and Chink was close to cumming anyway, and
Malcolm was excited at what they were doing.  It was difficult to decide
who came first, and who last.  They were all gasping to get their breath.
Then they collapsed alongside each other on the bed, with Chink in the
middle.

"That was some of the best sex I've ever had," said Simon.

"We must certainly do that again," siad Malcolm.

"I think I'm in heaven, two wonderful sexy daddies, one each side of me,"
was Chink's comment.

**

Early the next morning Malcolm phoned Jonathan in New Zealand, and gave him
a very full report.

Jonathan was glad for Malcolm and Chink, but there was some sadness in that
he had done nothing really exciting since Hawaii, and there was no sign of
the right man for him.

**

Footnote 1.  Allotments.  There is a long history in Britain of people
having allotments.  These are strips of land, rented from the Council, for
growing vegetables and/or flowers.  Councils are supposed to provide land
for this use.  One of my earliest memories is going with my grandfather to
his allotment. There was a hut there in which he kept his garden tools
etc. There he grew a large percentage of the vegetables and some fruit for
his family of seven children.  With the current recession there is a large
increase in the demand for an allotments for food growing.

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