The next morning Jonathan was awakened by Andy knocking on the door. "Time to get up, Breakfast in half an hour."
Jonathan was to find the food was good. It was sent through from the main part of the club.
Their meals were eaten in the room down in the basement area. It was rare for all the Boys to be eating at the same time. There were seven hungry young men at the breakfast table that morning when they arrived. There was one very young looking Chinese person, he was introduced as `Chink', and another who Jonathan later learnt was West Indian.
"He's called Banana' or Ba' for short. His dong is like a long banana even when it's not ready for action."
Jonathan laughed.
"Vis is the best food I've ever `ad in me life," said one of them to Jonathan, with a marked cockney accent.
"Trouble is it's too easy to put on a lot of flab," said another.
"Yes, I need plenty of time on the machines down below, and a good energetic game of table tennis helps."
Andy told Jonathan that it would probably be another couple of hours before the first client of the day arrived. He suggested that Jonathan prepared his room for a client, and took some exercise. "And a few minutes on the sun-bed would get you started with getting a tan. You're certainly a pale face, or perhaps more accurately a pale bot."
When Jonathan went down to the exercise room there were a couple of others there. They immediately started questioning Jonathan about his past life. When he asked them questions, they answered fully.
"We stick together in this place. If there is any falling out the place becomes really bad. Encourage and help each other is the way we do it."
"Sometimes," said the other Boy, "one of us gets all the clients and all the tips. It seems so for a while, but then it always seems to change. It seems to work our pretty fairly in the long run."
It was just after eleven that morning when a light flashed.
"First client coming through," said Andy. "Come over here, and watch what happens"
They went over to the side where they were not liable to be immediately seen by the client. The other Boys put down the papers they had been reading,' though a game of table tennis continued.
It was a few minutes before the client appeared. "He's signing in, and getting changed," explained Andy.
Then a man aged about fifty appeared. Two of the Boys stood up to welcome him, the others sat and looked, and the table tennis continued, but now the two contestants played in a more flamboyant way.
"Morning Boys, How are you all today?"
"We're fine. Just hanging around waiting for the likes of you," said one of the welcomers.
"As always this is the difficult moment. I'm spoilt for choice. What about you Mark, shall we continue from where we left off last time?"
Mark grinned. "From where we left off, but recharged."
The man laughed. "Yes, I'm certainly recharged, and need some servicing."
"Come on then," said Mark, and led the way towards the stairs.
"That was quickly settled," said Andy. "Sometime a client likes to chat for a while before making a choice.
The light flashed again, and in a few minutes a younger man, in his early forties came through. There was the same greeting, but this time he stood chatting for several minutes, mainly about Rugby. Then he made his choice and the two disappeared upstairs.
The Boys who were in the room relaxed, and went back to reading the papers, or watching the television. When there were no clients around they did not watch the porno-films.
"They don't need the stimulus of watching other guys doing things, they do enough of it themselves," explained Andy to a question from Jonathan.
After about an hour the first couple came down stairs, showing that they had obviously just showered. They were chatting and laughing. Mark went with the man, and continued chatting as he changed back into his clothes. The man opened his wallet and handed Mark a note. He and Mark shook hands and the man went back out through the door by which he had entered.
Andy took Jonathan over to the desk. The man in charge, Geoff, had already been introduced to Jonathan. Andy asked for the book in which a record was kept. There was columns for times, the man had a password, and that was used in the book, not his name. Then there was Mark's name and beside it the figure of £20. "That's the tip he gave Mark. That is about average." Mark was still standing by the desk. "What did he want, Mark?"
"The usual, and romp on the bed, and then he wanted me to screw him, we chatted a bit, and then showered together. I wanked him off in the shower. One satisfied customer, until next week."
"Does Mark hand over his tip now?! Asked Jonathan.
"Yes. Either now, or at the end of the day. Money is no use to him in here. A strict account is kept, and what with the pay, whenever there is £1000 in the account a bond or shares are bought for Mark."
"Isn't there a lot of legal stuff and checking up in case there is money laundering going on?" asked Jonathan.
"Bill's right, you're not just a sexy boy, you've got grey cells. I don't know how it's done, but when you've got bankers and stockbrokers among the punters they will know how to do it. I'm feeling hungry."
They ate the same food as was cooked in the main part of the club. This meant the food was always good. They looked at the menu and waited for their lunch to arrive.
"It has been very quiet this morning, only two clients. I expect things will be busier this afternoon starting about half past three, with guys dropping in on their way back from work.
It was twenty-five to four when the light flashed. And over the next hour and a half a dozen men came through, and chose who they wanted to go with. Andy went off with one of them.
Jonathan continued to watch what happened. Chink came up to speak with him "I was very nervous my first time here. I had been with a number of men before, but somehow working at it, and with this sort of man, it was different. But once you've been with a few, it is all a –part of the job. When it comes to sex the clients are just like the rest of us.!"
"What happens if there are more clients than Boys?"
"The chap on the other side of the door, knows how many are available, and if there are less than four to chose from he notes who is wanting to come through, and asks them to wait. Then when there are four Boys available he will tell the man he can come through. That does not happen very often, but it does sometimes."
Then in quick succession several men came through and after the last one only three were available.
"I suppose I'd better be prepared," said Jonathan.
"You sure," said the others.
"I've got to start sometime, why not today?"
The message was passed back into the main part of the Club that there were now four Boys available. Almost immediately the light flashed and the four stood around waiting.
In a few minutes a distinguished looking man of about fifty came in. His hair was almost completely silver, and with a quick glance he surveyed the reception group.
"And whom have we on duty today?" He greeted a couple of the Boys by name. "I'm afraid I have forgotten your name," he said to one. "Philip, Sir," "Good to see you, Philip, and they shook hands. "And your name?" he turned to Jonathan who was still standing slightly apart. "Jonathan, Sir," They too shook hands.
"Have you been working here long?"
"Not very long, Sir," replied Jonathan, not wanting to reveal that it was his first day.
"Well, I've had a hard day in court. I think I want to relax in the Jacuzzi first, before having some fun. Jonathan come and join me in getting relaxed and warmed up."
Jonathan led the way downstairs, and opened the door of the Jacuzzi for the man. There was a small alcove where clothes could be hung, and where towels were kept for when they came out of the Jacuzzi. Jonathan pulled off his Tshirt, and the man hung up his bathrobe and stood naked watching Jonathan.
"My name is Douglas, by the way. But let me discover what you've got hidden away." He reached over and undid the top button on Jonathan's jeans and pulled down the zip. Jonathan assisted in removed the jeans.
Douglas took a half step back and surveyed Jonathan. "Very good." He then turned and stepped down into the Jacuzzi. He waded across to the opposite side and sat down. Jonathan followed and sat down beside him. Their arms lightly touched.
"That feels better. After a hard day in court there's nothing like a Jacuzzi to relax in." He sat back and closed his eyes.
Jonathan wondered for a moment what he should do. This was all totally new to him. He reached out and placed a hand on Douglas' knee, and lightly rubbed it. This brought a sigh of relaxation from Douglas. Jonathan began to stroke Douglas' thigh lightly with his hand, with each stroke reaching further up the thigh. When he reached Douglas' balls lifting his hand slightly he felt a hard cock. He allowed the back of his hand to rub up and down the underside of the hard cock.
"That is very nice, indeed," whispered Douglas.
Jonathan used his finger tips to feel around, and then grasp the cock lightly in his hand.
Douglas opened his eyes, and put his arm round Jonathan and pulled him closer.
Jonathan continued his ministrations.
Then Douglas reached to get hold of Jonathan's cock. "I want this inside me. When I win a case I like to celebrate by being fucked, and fucked hard. When I lose a case I like it the other way round. Today we won, so I want you to pleasure me with this." He gave Jonathan's cock a squeeze. "I shall want you to take your time, nice and slow to begin with, but then before you shoot I want you to thrust into me hard and deep, very hard , very deep. Understand?"
"Yes, Douglas, I'll do my best.
"But before we go up to your room, let's relax some more here. Just play with me gently, but I don't want to cum yet." Douglas sat back, and shut his eyes. Jonathan very lightly with his finger tips continued to touch and explore Douglas. He reached underneath, and Douglas moved so Jonathan had access to the spot he going to enter. "That's where I shall be wanting your cock, right there."
They remained in the Jacuzzi for a further twenty minutes. "Now I'm ready," said Douglas. He stood up and led the way out of the Jacuzzi. They dried themselves, and then Douglas in his bath robe, and Jonathan with his jeans and Tshirt back on went out of the room and up the flights of stairs to Jonathan's room.
Douglas removed his bathrobe, and lay face down on the bed. "You prepare my arse."
Jonathan took hold of the bottle of Liquid Silk that was provided, but first he massaged Douglas' buttocks with his right hand. Again Douglas showed that this was much to his enjoyment. Then with his fingers and the lubricant he prepared Douglas. "How will you want me, Douglas."
"I think, doggie fashion. I can then just lie on my front. I find on my back holding me knees up rather tiring at my age. Preferred it when I was younger."
Jonathan unrolled the condom onto his cock, and then applied the Liquid Silk. He got into position and placed his cock in Douglas crack, but before he entered he ran the tip several times up and down.
"That's wonderful. It makes me want you even more."
Then with his cock in position Jonathan began to push. Slowly, but without pausing he entered. Soon he could go no further. The ease of his penetration told him that many others had been that way. For several minutes Jonathan thrusted in and out.
"I'm going down flat, now." And Douglas went down flat onto his front, and Jonathan remained fully inside. Jonathan sensed Douglas' responses, sometimes he stopped or slowed down. Then he knew he would not be able to reverse another time. He paused. Then he began to thrust with mounting rapidity and violence. He felt movement inside Douglas, and that triggered it for himself, he shot his load. The two of them lay panting for breath, with Jonathan sprawled on Douglas back. Then he pulled out of Douglas, and removed the condom. He lay beside Douglas.
Douglas appeared as though he was asleep. Then he opened his eyes and turned on his side. "Thanks, Jon. I shall be on the look out for you again."
Jonathan grinned.
"What are you smiling at?"
"I was just thinking what it would be like with you when you lose a case."
"Much quicker, and much stronger. I take it out on the young man."
"Do I wish for you always to win?"
"Maybe. Some like a good hard fucking, as I have just done."
"What sort of case was it?"
"Financial, fraud."
"Aren't they long and complicated?"
"Tend to be."
Jonathan had picked that fact up, otherwise he knew little about the workings of the law. "Is it tried by jury?"
"Oh yes."
"It must be hard on the average jury person to hear a long and complicated case, full of dreary figures and entries in balance sheets and so on?"
"It is. A good judge helps the jury by explaining things as we go along. Then his summing up is to help the jury, pointing out the salient facts in the case."
"I don't think I would like to be a juror on such a case."
"Your work is much more interesting." Douglas pulled Jonathan closer to his, and gave him a kiss. "Thank you again. I must be moving. I look forward to the next time."
"Do you want a shower?"
"Might be a good idea."
Jonathan led the way to the shower room, and he soaped and washed down Douglas. Then when Douglas was drying himself, he had a quick shower, and dried himself.
The two of them went down to the desk. Douglas went to change into his clothes, while Jonathan stood talking with Kev, the man who had been on duty when he had arrived the day before. Douglas appeared, very much the lawyer, in a dark suit and sober tie. He signed the book, opened his wallet and pulled out a fifty pound note. "Thanks for that, Jonathan."
"So you've broken the ice, then Jon?" said Kev.
"What do you mean, `broken the ice'?" asked Douglas
"You was Jonathan's first patron, Sir."
"That true?" said Douglas looking at Jonathan.
"Yes."
Douglas got out his wallet a second time, and pulled out another fifty pound note.
"Thank you, Douglas. Very much."
"There can only be one first time," said Douglas with a wink, and made his way back into the main part of the Club.
Kev had got out another book. Jonathan handed over the money and it was entered in the book, and he signed.
"I reckon you was lucky Sir Douglas won."
"How do you know that?
"All in the evening paper." Kev turned the paper round so Jonathan could read the article.
When Jonathan rejoined the rest of the Boys they all crowded round him. "How did it go? Did you enjoy it? Sir Douglas is all right!", were among the questions and comments fired at him.
He gave them a brief account, and said that he was a bit nervous at first and then began to enjoy it.
"Well done!" said Andy and patted him on the shoulder.
They all drifted away except for Chink. "You will always remember your first one. They're somehow special. Later on there are some you prefer, and others you are not so keen about, but the first is always memorable."
"How long ago was your first?"
"Nearly three years. I remember I was scared stiff. But it went well."
"Chink, may I ask you a personal question?"
Chink grinned. "I may not answer if it's too personal. Fire away."
"How old are you?"
Chink roared with laughter. "Every new guy asks that. I'm twenty two."
"You don't look it. Your look as though your barely into double figures, not more than three years older than me."
"I know. My looking so young, and my Chinese blood makes me very attractive to some men. If a new client comes along I can tell straight away whether he'll want me or not. Most that do, ask about my age."
There were no more clients that evening.
So Jonathan began to settle into life as one of Bill's Boys. He soon realised the variety of sexual needs of the various clients. Because they were paying they felt free to ask for exactly what they wanted. Jonathan soon found the most interesting, and in someways almost the most important time was when the sexual activity was over, and he started talking to the client.
Thursday lunch time was old Roger's day. Andy had told Jonathan about him. "He's well over eighty, but likes to suck off a nice cock. He secretly removes his false teeth, and gives you the best blow job in the land. He only takes about twenty minutes, before he toddles off to lunch."
Promptly at 11.45 Roger entered. He looked his age. There was a full welcoming committee for him. All the boys were there. Roger greeted each one by name, and asked how they were doing.
"What is your name, I don't think we've met before?" he asked when he came to Jonathan.
"Jonathan, sir. I'm new here."
"I thought so. May I have the pleasure of your company?"
"Of course."
"You can use my room," called out Ba, "Save you climbing all those fucking stairs. Room Three."
Jonathan led the way into room three. "He's a nice boy, that Ba. Always let's me use his room, if he's around. Got a lovely cock, I tell you, but I find it a bit of a mouthful, nowadays I'm afraid. But I still enjoy giving it a good suck. Now Jonathan let me see you naked."
Jonathan undressed.
"Beautiful body. What is more beautiful in all God's creation than the body of a young man? Certainly not a woman with all those floppy bits on their chests. Now sit on the edge of the bed, while I suck that delicious prick, that is staring at me so invitingly."
Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed, and Roger knelt down. Somehow, without Jonathan seeing, at the same time he removed his false teeth.
Jonathan felt that Andy's comment that Roger was good was a gross understatement. Roger took a good ten minutes before getting a mouthful from Jonathan.
"How long have you been giving blowjobs, Sir?"
"I gave my first one to an older boy when I was at Prep. school. I must have been nearly nine at the time. Quite an early starter compared with some. I've enjoyed sucking cock ever since, though in my younger days I did all the other things as well. Now I can't get mine up, but I can still enjoy sucking a nice young hard cock, and tasting the sweet essence of a young man. Thank you Jonathan, I'll be wanting more some time."
Within the first week Jonathan was surprised at how many of the clients were married. He raised this with Andy.
"Yes, a lot of our clients are married. I think for several reasons. For a lot of men it is not until their middle age that the gay side of their make up fully makes itself felt. I bet if you asked many at what age did the interest and desire to go with another man begin, they would give an age about forty.
"Some of the older men have always been interested, and did things when they were schoolboys. But then the pressures and expectations of society began to make themselves felt. Friends were getting engaged and then married. They followed suit. I've come across men who realised that on their wedding night they'd made a mistake. That's more rarely heard from the younger punters. They have had sex with a girl without the ties of marriage, and so did not get as far as the altar before realising which way they swung.
"Then there are others who are not getting enough of it with their wives, but still love their wives and may have youngish children. They seem to think that that going with a man is not as unfaithful as going with another woman."
"Then there are those whose wives find out, and get chucked out and divorced," said Jonathan.
"We give a valuable social service," added Andy.
It was on the Wednesday evening of that first week that Jonathan was chosen by a man in his fifties. They went up to Jonathan's room.
"My name's Seb." He extended a hand to be shaken.
"Mine's Jonathan usually abbreviated to Jon. I presume Seb is an abbreviation?"
"I only use my full name professionally, or official documents, letters and such like. All my friends and acquaintances call me Seb."
Jonathan reached in and opened the top of Sebastian's bath robe and started gently rubbing his hairy chest.
"That's good." He started pulling off Jonathan's T-shirt. When he had exposed his stomach and chest he started rubbing Jonathan's slightly less hairy chest.
Jonathan undid the belt on the bath robe so it fell open. A large erect circumcised penis was revealed. "All ready for action I see, Seb?"
"Who wouldn't be, with a sexy young man standing half naked in front of him?"
"A totally straight man?"
Seb laughed. "Well that's certainly not me. Now let me discover what you've got." He undid the jeans, and with Jonathan's assistance they were soon off. "That's a nice uncut endowment you've got." He watched as Jonathan's cock came to full hardness. He put out a hand and held it gently.
Jonathan responded by cupping Seb's balls in one hand, and holding his cock in the other.
Seb brought the heads of the two cocks together, and rubbed them against each other. They were both producing pre-cum so the head of both their cocks glistening in the light. "I'll give you a blow job, and then I'll want to fuck you. Is that all right?"
"That's fine by me." Jonathan was pleased to be asked.
Seb was certainly in no hurry. The blow job he gave Jonathan was no hurried affair, there was frequent pauses for conversation, and his balls and all around received attention from the older man. They changed positions several times before Jonathan let Seb know that the climax was approaching. He shot a good load into the man's mouth.
They lay together, and talked for nearly twenty minutes before Sebastian started fingering Jonathan buttocks and the entrance between them.
"How do you want me?"
"On your back with legs up, round me, or on my shoulders which ever is best for you. I want you to be able to watch me fuck you, and I want to be able to look at your face."
Again Seb took his time. His was a noisy climax, loud groans, bright red face, and deep hard thrusts. When it was over he pulled out, and collapsed on the bed beside Jonathan. They put an arm round each other, and Seb went to sleep and Jonathan dozed. It was three quarters of an hour later when Seb stirred. "I suppose I must be going. It must be late. I've got to be in the office by ten tomorrow morning."
"What sort of work do you do?" asked Jonathan.
"Oh, I'm a lawyer."
They had a shower together, and it was nearly one in the morning when Seb departed, leaving Jonathan with a generous tip.
"I enjoyed that, Jon. We'll get together again."
Seb visited Bill's club two or three times a month, and chose to go with Jonathan several times.
Bill always visited the Boys on a Thursday afternoon after the lunch time clients had mostly gone, and before the homeward bound and evening clients had arrived. On the first Thursday he made a special point of speaking to Jonathan.
"I hear you saw a patron on your very first day?"
"Well, it was me, or down to less than four of us."
Bill nodded. "And it went well?"
"Yea, it was fine."
"Any problems?"
"Not enough to read. Even with keeping fit, and bronzed, playing pool and table tennis, there is a lot of time waiting around. I wish I had a good book."
"Tell one of the staff what you want, and they'll get it for you. Cost will be taken out of your pay."
"So I'd better get a paperback copy of Tolstoy's War and Peace then?"
"What's that?"
"One of the longest books around. A Russian classic."
"Not for me. But some of the patrons could probably talk about this Tolstoy guy."
Over the next few weeks Jonathan did a lot of reading. He decided to catch up with some of the classics of English literature. The first book he asked for was Dickens' Oliver Twist, as he had seen the film `Oliver'. He felt a certain amount of empathy for the young Oliver, with the trials and tribulations of his early life. He went on to read David Copperfield and Nicholas Nickleby.
Another regular visitor to the Boys was a doctor. He came in each week, examined each one closely, and every two weeks took a blood sample.
It was towards the end of Jonathan's second week, when he was picked out by a younger man, in his early thirties. "My name is Ron," said the man as they went upstairs to Jonathan's room.
"Mine's Jonathan, usually just called Jon."
"'Ow long ave you been ere?" said Ron, in a strong cockney accent. This was unusual, if there was any accent that was common among the clients it was Received Pronunciation, or one showing a top drawer background.
"This is my second week."
"Still something of a rookie then?"
Jonathan opened the door and Ron entered the room. They undressed each other, and soon they were on the bed, giving each other pleasure. At some stage Jonathan began to realise that this was something of a different encounter from the usual. Ron seemed as concerned to satisfy Jonathan's needs as to be satisfied himself. Ron did little things that were new to Jonathan, showing that he was very experienced. Their encounter was a mutually satisfying and lengthy one. Eventually they lay back in post orgasmic exhaustion.
Ron put his arm round Jonathan as they lay side by side. "That were good." He paused for a moment. "It's a bit strange being back in vis room."
"You've been in here before?"
"Yea. Vis was my room when I worked `ere."
"Were you one of Bill's Boys?"
"Yea, worked ere for three and a half years. Vat was in ver early days for Bill. I fink I started ere eighteen months after e opened the place. Workin ere served me well. In vose years I made quite a lot of money, enough to `elp me set up in me own business in ver East End."
"Wow!"
"I was one of the trusties by ver second year. I was able to get out for a day each week. I spent some of me earnings on gettin some decent togs, well cut suit and shirt and tie. I'd eard of a pub near ver City where guys often go, and can score. So one afternoon I went and sat at the bar wiv a drink, all togged up like ver dog's dinner. I had about alf drunk me drink when vis guy comes in. Looks round the place, and comes up to ver bar and orders a drink. He looks at me, takin in my good suit, and undressing me at ver same time, if you know whet I mean?"
Jonathan laughed.
"I gave im a smile, and he pushed his glass along the bar towards me. Need a drink at the end of a hard day,' he says in a Scotch accent. Been a hard day ven?' I says. I ave to come down to London about once a month, and vat is more than enough for me.' You're not from around ere ven?' No, I come from Glasgow. I usually fly back same day, but I've got some more work to do down here tomorrow. Got ver evening to fill in. But what do you do?' I do a sort of personal work,' I replied, lightly readjusting my tackle with my free hand. He saw my action. You like your work?' and he did a similar action. Yes, very interesting at times,' and I grinned. He moved closer. He introduced himself as James. We talked for a while, mostly about Scotland and London, and football. I'm going to have some dinner soon, would you like to be my guest?' Vis time his hand made a much more obvious adjustment to his landing gear. Vat sounds a very nice idea to me.' E looked at his watch, Let's ave another drink first, and then we'll go and have something to eat, and we'll see how it goes.' I've nothing on this evening, so when you like.' Good, no need to hurry.'
"We continued talking together for quite a while. Nothing was said about sex, but it was obvious where it were all leading. E ordered a taxi and we went off to vis posh restaurant. I ad to watch carefully what knife and fork to use. I let im order the wine, that was way out of me depth ven. When we ad finished our meal, he says Let's not ave coffee ere, let's go back to my otel, we can relax proper vere.
"So it were another taxi, and we went to is otel. E led ver way to the lift and up to is room. It were a bloody great room, sofa, arm chairs, uge telly, and uge bathroom, wiv big shower, one of vem bidet fings, as well as toilet and so on. . He made some coffee, and he handed me a small glass with a liqueur in it. All vat was new to me in vem days. We sat together on the sofa, and soon we was kissing, and groping each other. He pulled out my cock and I pulled out is. Ven we was on ver bed, and Bob's your uncle we ad a great time. And all round session if you knows what I mean. He took and gave, and I gave `im as good a time as I could. Of course, I ended up staying ver night. Did get some sleep between sessions.
"In ver morning e was as bold as brass, and ordered breakfast in his room. Don't worry about the boy who brings it up. Most of then are gay. They're trained not to bat an eyelid. The only things is they'll be wanting to know, or see, what you've got and they've not.' It were a full English breakfast.
"While we was having breakfast, James says to me, I'm off to my place in the Caribbean for a couple of weeks very soon. Want to come? No cost to you?' I told im I'd ave to ask my boss. But I didn't vink Bill would create any difficulties. When I left me e gave me a hundred quid. `For a good time, and to be going on wiv!'."
"Did Bill say `yes' to your going to the Caribbean?"
"Yea. No difficulty. Bill thought I might be on to a good thing. And I was. Flew first class out to West Indies. I adn't flown before. This guy as a lovely place, lots of ground, and three or four dark lads working for im. They all like what we like, and if you want to play with them it's alright by me,' said James, `I always play with them, and I like watching things happen.'
"I ad a great time. Swimmin in his pool, sitting out in ver open, usually stark naked. And plenty of sex, as much as you get ere. Ver lads who worked for im were ot. First time I dived into ver pool a couple of them joined me, and straight away I were being groped. I spent ver nights wiv James. Yea we ad a great time. Gave me a thousand smackers in fifties when we got back. To make up for your lost earnings.'
"I told im about this place, and he became a member. So Bill was very appy."
"So what with your earnings here, and that thousand from you friends James that helped set you up in business when you left here?"
"Yes, I `ad a tidy sum. Come in useful."
"So what do you do, Ron?"
"I'm in the rag trade. Soon I was making enough to join Bill's club. Vis is a safe way of getting some action, safer than cruising or cottaging or casual pick ups.
Jonathan raised himself on to an elbow and looked down into Ron's face. "Would you do something for me?"
"Depends what it is, mate."
"Would you telephone my folks and just tell them that I'm fit and well. That's all. I left home after a punch up with my Dad because they found out I was gay. But I'd like them to know I'm okay."
"Okay: will do."
It was a little after 9.00pm that evening that the telephone rang in Jonathan's home in Luton. His parents had long given up the hope that it was Jonathan whenever the phone rang. There were many calls to that home so that such high expectations could not be kept up for long.
"I'll answer it," said Michael getting up out of the chair. He went over to the phone.
"I saw Jonathan earlier today and he is fit and well. He asked me to tell you that he's fit and well," said a man's voice
"Where is he? What's he doing?" But even before the first question had been spoken the dialling tone was ringing in Michael's ear.
"Who was that, dear?" asked Lois.
"Some man. Says he saw Jonathan earlier today and that Jon is fit and well. Jon asked him to call."
"Who was it?"
"I don't know."
"Find out the number."
Michael dialled 1471 and got the recorded message that the caller withheld their number.
"So he hasn't forgotten us. At least we know he is alive, and didn't do anything silly when he ran off, " said Lois.
"I suppose we should be thankful for that."
"Was the man one of those homosexuals?"
"I don't know," replied Michael with some irritation.
They talked about the call for twenty minutes.
"I'm going to ring Dad. You know how concerned he's been about Jonathan. There was always something special between those two."
Michael rang his father Malcolm and told him about the phone call. They too discussed it for several minutes.
Half an hour after putting the receiver down Malcolm Emailed Kevin in New Zealand telling him the news.
Three weeks after becoming one of Bill's Boys Chink was talking to Jonathan. "Are you feeling more settled now?"
"Yes and no. There are times when I feel angry. I am not now at University which I should be if I'd not been kidnapped. Miss the open air, the feel of the wind and the exercise of chasing a ball whether a leather covered one, or a pointed rugger ball."
"But you seem to have no problem dealing with those small balls that come in pairs."
Jonathan laughed, grabbed Chink and started tickling him. They pulled each other around for a few minutes.
"Aren't there any good times for you here?" asked Chink.
Jonathan thought for a moment. "I suppose there are. There are times when I enjoy the work. Some of the clients are very nice guys. They are appreciative, and often generous. There is something rewarding in satisfying a client. There is the money too, I am amazed how quickly it mounts up. But I think the main good thing about being here are all the Boys. We support each other. When I'm feeling a bit down there always seems to be someone who knows the right thing to say, or give that right touch. You've done it several times."
"I know. There is no real sense of competition, which I find rather surprising. We are all a team."
"There is one thing that seems rather bad. Every few nights I wake up with a bad dream, a nightmare. I think I'm back in that torture chamber."
"I hear you were there a long time. I gather you hold the record. Everyone admires you for that, even Bill I gather."
"I think I'm paying the cost now of holding out so long."
"Jonathan, would you like me to sleep with you. Then when you have a bad dream, we can talk, or I can hold you, and get you back off to sleep."
"But that will interrupt your sleeping."
"So what? That's what friends are for."
"Andy told me before I came here that some sleep together every night."
"Jonathan, would you like to sleep with me?"
He did not need long to answer. "Yes, I'd like that."
From then on Jonathan and Chink slept together; except for the odd occasions when a client was staying the night, which happened to one or other them every week or ten days.
They never engaged in any sexual activity at Bill's Club. Chink often seemed to sense when Jonathan was having one of his dreams, as he was restless, and groaned. Often just an arm round him was enough to send Jonathan back into a deep sleep. Only rarely did he need to talk or have to get up and get a drink.