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JONATHAN 12 December 2008
"What happens at Christmas?" asked Jonathan.
"Well, usually Bill takes us all down to the farm for two or three days," answered Andy.
"Like in the summer?"
"No, it's just the Boys, and those particularly close to Bill."
"His couple of assistants?"
"Oh, yes they'll be with him."
"What do we do?"
"Eat, sleep, watch telly. Play various games, if we want to. If you're a good boy perhaps Bill'll let you go out for walks again."
"Now that is something I really miss, cooped up in this place. I miss the wind and the rain, and the smells of the countryside. All you smell around here is sex, cleaning materials and deodorants."
Andy laughed.
"Will we be busy before hand?"
"Oh yes. Very. The usual pattern is that we are busy up until the day before Christmas Eve. A few clients may come in about lunch time on Christmas Eve, and we all hope none are the worse for wear. But usually there's no trouble. Then in the late afternoon we get driven down to the farm. The Club is closed for several days, but opens up again on New Years Eve. Some of the clients seem to like seeing the New Year in with a sexy young man's cock up their arse or in their mouth, or the other way round."
It was on Wednesday 10th December that Jonathan had a punter who wanted something different. He had been told about these punters, so he had been forewarned. The man, in his forties, was called Basil, and he had his own business. Jonathan did not think that he had seen him before. He came in and chose Jonathan, and introductions were made.
"I want a session in the Jacuzzi first. I've had a very difficult day, and I want to tell you what I want before we go up to your room."
Jonathan led the way down to the Jacuzzi, soon the two of them were sitting side by side in the warmth. Jonathan detected that the man wanted to talk rather than do anything at that stage.
"Well, Jon! I run my own business, and it has been one of the worst days in my business career. This bloody financial crisis has meant that I've had to tell ten of my best men that there will be no work for them after Christmas."
"Had they been with you for long?"
"The longest has been with me for fifteen years, and the shortest eight. I know all of them well. I know their wives, and some of their children. They are more friends than employees; but I just cannot afford to keep them on. If I do so, I run the risk of the whole caboodle going down the tubes." He paused. "I feel awful about it. I feel ashamed, I feel guilty. It was the worst thing I have ever had to do."
Jonathan just did not know what to say. He felt that any words would be inappropriate.
"I feel like I did when I was a kid and I did something wrong and my father found out."
"What happened then?" asked Jonathan.
"He used to give me a thrashing. Slipper on my bare bum; and it really hurt."
"Are you wanting me to do that to you?"
"Yes. I think I'll feel better if I suffer in some way."
"But sacking those men was something you had to do, Basil. You didn't chose to do it, it was do that or you and the rest of your staff would be out of a job."
"I know. That is what my head says, Jon; but my heart says something different."
"So you want me to give you a thrashing."
"I have a slipper. When I was a boy my father would trash me until I cried."
"Surely you don't want me to go to those lengths?"
"Yes, I do. Or until I definitely tell you to stop."
"What did your father do when he had thrashed you?"
"I always got an erection. As I got older that became even more obvious."
"How old were you when that last happened to you?"
"I think I might have been about fourteen."
"What was your father's reaction to your hard on, I presume he could see it."
"Oh, yes. He saw it all right. He would nod towards it, 'Go away and have a cold shower until that thing goes down', he would say."
"Did you?"
"When I was young I did, but when I was older I slipped off and tossed myself off."
Jonathan smiled. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to do what I always longed for my father to do. I want you to be fully clothed, and to put your arms round me and cuddle me."
"Did you father ever do that?"
"My father stopped showing me physical affection when I was about four. It was just a shake of hands after then. I longed for him to cuddle me."
"Did you get physical affection from your mother?"
"Very little. I think that is one of the reasons I come here. Here I get closeness to another body, hugs, and then some sex."
"You've never married, or had a partner?"
"Never wanted to marry. Never wanted to father kids - feared I'd be like my Dad. The only partner I've had was in business. Never found anyone who'd take me on." He gave a rather dry bitter laugh.
"Well, I'll take you on for this evening", said Jonathan. "I've never done it before."
"I usually only want to be beaten once a year or so. It is not a regular thing with me. But this evening it really has a purpos. Now let's go up to your room."
They got out of the Jacuzzi, and when they had dried themselves made their way up to Jonathan's room.
"How do you want me to do it."
"Me over your knee, that's how my Dad did it." Basil pulled an old slipper from one of the pockets in his bath robe.
"That looks as though it has seen some service."
"That's the one my father used when I was a lad."
Jonathan sat on the chair. Basil stood before him, and pulled up his bath robe so the his bottom was bare, and then got down onto Jonathan's lap, his buttocks in the ideal position to be thrashed. Jonathan took the slipper and slapped it twice onto Basil's bare buttocks.
"Harder, Jon! Harder! I need to suffer."
Jonathan started hitting harder. He adopted a slow steady rhythm, there were several seconds between each blow. As he continued he realised he was enjoying doing it. Then to his horror he realised something else. Basil was about his father's age. Jonathan realised he was venting something of his anger against his father. As he realised this he didn't like himself for what he was doing. He eased off slightly.
"Harder, Jon. Don't soften the blow."
Jonathan continued to inflict the requested pain on Basil's buttocks. They began to look very red, almost raw. Then Jonathan felt Basil body move, and realised he was sobbing. He used the slipper twice more and then raised Basil up and sat him on his knee and cuddled him. They sat in silence for several minutes.
"Thanks, Jon. That was exactly what I needed. It's strange I feel punished and now forgiven."
"Get on the bed, face down, and let me look at that arse of yours."
Jonathan saw that Basil's bum cheeks were very red. "I think you need something on your bum." Jonathan got hold of the Liquid Silk. "I don't know if this will do any good, but it will cool your bum down; at least for the moment." Jonathan gently applied the lube to the red parts of Basil buttocks. That done they lay side by side with their arms round each other.
"Thanks, Jon. What would you like me to do. A blow job, or would you like me to fuck you? I think it might be too painful for me to offer to let you fuck me."
"A blow job would be fine."
Basil gave Jonathan a long and excellent blow-job. It was almost as good as one from Old Roger!
When that was over they again lay side by side. There were more kisses.
"I feel better for that, Jon. Thank you so much."
"I got a bit worried. I started to enjoy what I was doing. It was as though I was beating my father."
"Did you want to beat your father?"
"My father and I did not part on good terms. When he found out that I was gay he lost his temper and hit me, so I fell on the floor, and he gave me a black eye."
"Perhaps we both have unfinished agendas with our fathers!"
Ron came to the club again on the Thursday before Christmas. Again he sought out Jonathan, and this time they went straight up to Jonathan's room.
"I am afraid we've got to be quick. I'm very busy at work. I can just spare an hour with my favourite Bill Boy."
Jonathan had fully enjoyed both times he had been with Ron. There was a consideration of Jonathan's needs and pleasure, that was not matched by any of the other clients. Ron knew what it was to be like doing Jonathan's work, he remembered his own experiences.
"You treat me differently from all the rest, Ron?"
"Do I? In what way?"
"You give, and understand me in way no one else does. That's not saying other clients are totally inconsiderate of my needs. But I think to you my needs are as important as your own."
Ron thought for a minute. "You're 'uman. You're not just a sex object. I enjoy it more if the guy I'm wiv is enjoyin' it. I suppose it's 'aving done your job."
When they had showered, each lavishly having soaped the other, they washed off the suds and stood close together under the water.
"Want me to give a message to your folks again?"
"Yes, please. Tell them the usual I'm fit and well. And wish them a happy Christmas. Ask them how they are, and ask if Gramps is well and coming for Christmas?"
"Who's Gramps?"
"My grandfather. He's a wonderful old man. We were very close."
"You say 'were'."
"I don't know what his reaction will be if and when he finds out what I am doing."
"If he really loves you, Jon, he'll understand."
"Dad didn't when he found out I was gay. Gramps goes to church too, like my folk."
"Sometimes the older generation are more understanding than parents."
"My grandparents were understanding when my uncle came out as gay. But I don't know whether that was more because of my Gran, or Gramps."
"I hope one day you find out. But I must rush. Lot to do."
They finishing drying themselves, and walked along to Jonathan's room where they got dressed.
"Good bye, and Happy Christmas, Jonathan. I'll see you in the New Year."
They had a quick hug and several kisses before making their way down to the desk.
The days before Christmas were extremely busy. The entrance where the clients were met was decorated with coloured lights, and paper decorations. A huge bunch of mistletoe was brought in, and hung in the entrance.
"We must see if it works," said Phil and stood underneath. Ba strode up to him, picked him up, and gave him a number of moist passionate kisses. With a great deal of laughter, and pushing around, all the boys kissed each other.
"Yes, it works," said Andy. "Now we must make sure it works with the punters, and makes them feel generous."
From then on clients were welcomed with kisses under the mistletoe. Most thoroughly enjoyed it. Even one of the High Court Judges, who was reckoned to be a very sober man, smiled and joined in enthusiastically.
Most of those with families came in.
"I must have a session in here or I won't get through Christmas."
Or, "I left the wife Christmas shopping, told her I had to collect something. She thinks it's her present, but I got that a month ago. So I've got nearly two hours before we meet up at Oxford Circus."
Or, "I'm down in the sticks for Christmas with aged parents, one brother and two sisters, and their spouses and uncontrollable noisy kids. Must have some fun if I'm to survive that."
Or, "This is my Christmas present to myself."
Even old Roger came in twice in the week to give his expert blowjob to a couple of the boys.
Seb came in and had a long session with Jonathan.
"I reckon we'll need a break after all this," remarked Ba. "My arse and my lips are sore with all this work."
The cars called to collect the Boys late in the afternoon of Christmas Eve. It was a tedious journey as the traffic was heavy, but most of the Boys were asleep before they even crossed the Thames.
Bill was at the farm to meet them. "I want to thank you Boys for all you've done over the last few days. I know it has been exceptionally busy. I hear that no tempers have frayed. So I thank you because it has been a very profitable time for me, and for you. I looked at the books yesterday afternoon, and it seems, in spite of the recession, that the Christmas spirit was with our patrons. There is going to be plenty of food and drink over the next few days. Please see that none of you get the worse for wear, but enjoy yourselves. Pick your own rooms, and sleep with whom you like! You can more or less do what you like until Friday morning."
Jonathan came to the usual agreement with Bill, so that he could go out for a walk. It was something he was looking forward to.
Jonathan and Chink found themselves in one of the rooms in the converted barn. It had all the desired facilities, the one draw back was that they had to go outside to cross the old yard, round the empty pool, in order to get into the main farmhouse.
The meal was of a high standard, and wine was served. Then most of the Boys adjourned to one or other of the reception rooms where they could watch television or listen to music. Some of them dozed, but most of them just enjoyed sitting, doing nothing, and not having to be ready to welcome yet another punter coming in through the door.
It was eleven o'clock when Chink winked and nodded at Jonathan, signifying that he was ready for bed. They stood up and left the room. The air felt cold as they crossed the yard. Jonathan looked up and could see the stars. He realised how long ago it was he had been able to do that. As he stood looking, he heard the sound of church bells ringing up, getting ready to peal before the Midnight Mass. A wave of emotion swept over him.
"Chink, I think I'm going to go to the church service."
"Can I come with you? Do you know the way?"
"I think so."
They put on some warmer clothing and made their way towards the sound of the pealing bells. The service had just started when they arrived. They were greeted by a couple of people, with warm smiles and shown to a space in one of the pews. The church was very full.
They sang several carols. They heard the Christmas story read. It was intensely emotional occasion for Jonathan. He wondered if he should be there considering the life he was now leading. But there was more than the physical warmth of the church reaching out to him. This village church was more like the Christianity of his early days, before his parents 'got religion' and joined the hard line Independent Church and started imbibing the teachings of Pastor Willis.
When it came to receiving communion Jonathan was surprised when Chink came up with him, and knelt at the communion rail alongside him. He was conscious of Chink watching what to do when receiving the bread and the wine.
At first they walked in silence on their way back to the farm after the service.
"Are you a Christian, Chink?"
"No."
Jonathan thought for a moment, knowing that any person receiving communion should at least be confirmed by a bishop, or be a person of good standing in their own church. "What did you think of the service?"
"God was there!"
Lois Pridham was busy in the kitchen at the family home in Luton on Christmas Eve evening when the phone rang. Her hand was covered in flour as she was about to stuff the turkey for tomorrow's meal. She rubbed her hands together to get off most of the flour, and then gave them a quick rinse under the tap, before grabbing the phone which was in the kitchen.
"'ello, it is me again," came the voice of Ron. "I saw Jonathan a few days ago. 'e is still fit an' well, vough I fought he looked rather tired. 'e's been working very 'ard ver last few days, but e's earning some good money. 'e asked me to ring an' tell you 'is news, an' wish you all a very 'appy Christmas. 'e also asked if Gramps was spending Christmas wiv you?"
Lois was flustered by all this. "Why can't he phone himself?"
"I can't answer that!"
"Is Gramps wiv you?"
"He's coming over tomorrow."
"What work is Jon doing?"
"I can't answer you vat! 'Ave you a message for 'im?"
"Yes. Tell him to get in direct touch. And wish him .....oh, I don't know. Wish him a happy New Year."
"Will do." Ron replaced the receiver, and Lois again heard the dialling tone.
Michael came into the kitchen. "Who was that on the phone, dear?"
"It was that man again, with a message from Jon."
"What did he say?
"Jon is fit and well. Working hard, that he looked tired. He said Jon is earning good money."
"Well, we know a little more."
"Not much, it doesn't really help us.
"And he also asked if your father was coming over."
"Well, at least Jon is thinking about us."
"I also asked why Jon himself didn't phone, and what work he was doing. He said he couldn't answer both those questions."
"That is strange. I wonder what's going on. At least, we know he's alive and well."
"And working."
"I'd presumed that. Good money. I wonder what on earth he's doing. If it is good money it will probably help him through University."
"Perhaps that's why he's working, so he does not have to call on us for financial help when he goes to University."
"I hope it is nothing illegal," added Lois.
They had a long discussion, but were unable to reach any satisfactory conclusions. When they eventually made their way up to bed, Jonathan was on his way to church with Chink.
Christmas Day was mainly spent by the Boys eating drinking, and generally chilled out. It was the next day, Boxing Day, when they began to feel like some activity. In the morning a football was found and taken outside. Most of them were soon out there kicking the ball around.
Jonathan had played very little football since he was a small boy, preferring the very differently shaped ball used in Rugby. But he joined in, and his natural abilities with any ball soon took over, and he enjoyed himself. They kicked the ball around for a good hour and a half. Many of them were now splattered with mud from the field on which they had been playing.
"I need a shower," said one.
"Then a good soak in the Jacuzzi" added another.
This was greeting with approval by the all. There was an avalanche of hot dirty, and steaming young men back into the house. The worst of the mud was removed in the shower and then they bundled into the Jacuzzi. It was built for six but a dozen young men wanted to get in. There seemed to be more Boys than water in the Jacuzzi.
Then their testosterone began to take effect. Nearly forty-eight hours without sex for young men whose normal life consisted of sexual activity several times in a day, meant that the closeness of the bodies led to a hardening of cocks, and hands were feeling. There were squeals of laughter.
At one stage Bill opened the door, and through the steam and the smell of sweating bodies he saw what was going on. "Have a good time, Boys."
He shut the door.
Then the gong went, and all knew that their next meal was about a quarter of an hour away.
In the afternoon Jonathan slipped out for a long walk on his own. There were no people around, even in the village, just lights in the cottages and houses, and the occasional noises of celebration. He wondered what was happening at home. He wished he knew. Strangely enough he found himself thinking most of his young sister and brother, Abigail and Thomas. He wondered what had been said to them about his disappearance. If he had been a betting man he would have placed his money on their not being told the whole truth.
In the evening some watched the television, and others watched a film on a DVD. Nothing pornographic was shown. Such films would have been regarded as amateur and boring.
It was just after eleven o'clock when Chink and Jonathan made their way across the yard to where they slept. The usual rituals in the bathroom were done, and they undressed reviewing the day. They slipped into bed. It was the same as it was every night when they slept together, which was most nights, Jonathan slept on his usual side of the bed and Chink on the other. They exchanged a perfunctory good night kiss, and settled for the night in their customary way with Chink's back being spooned by Jonathan's front.
It was about three o'clock in the morning when Jonathan realised he was awake. He lay on his back, his hand reached down and felt his semi hard cock. He smiled to himself. When he was working he rarely had an early morning hard on, but now his body was returning to the way it behaved back home in Luton with a morning erection. He lay there gently fondling himself. Next he sensed that Chink was also awake. "You awake, Chink," he whispered.
"Yes, been awake for some time."
"I'm feeling horny, got quite a hard on."
"Missing all the sex in your life?"
"Something like that."
Chink turned on to his back, and grabbed Jonathan's hand and pulled it across and down onto his cock. His cock was hard too.
"What are we going to do about these hard cocks."
Chink rolled onto his side, facing Jonathan. "I know what I want to do." There was just one slight banging of noses together, Chink placed a kiss on Jonathan's mouth. "I don't want sex with you, Jon. I want to show you how much I love you. Your joining us Boys has made a lot of difference for me. For you it doesn't seem to matter that I have different colour skin, different slitty eyes, and look all that much younger than the rest of you."
"Of course not; why should it? You've been good to me, Chink. You've helped me get through the bad nights when I've had a nightmare." Chink moved to turn on the bedside light, but twisted it so it faced the wall, and only a soft gentle light filled the room. Then he got close to Jonathan, and putting first one leg over, got on top, so they lay cock to cock, chest to chest, and mouth to mouth. They kissed repeatedly.
Jonathans hands went round Chink, and began to stroke his back, reaching down, over the small of his back to the smooth hairless buttocks. They felt like the soft buttocks of a small boy. "I know why some guys must be turned on by you."
"Don't talk about them. This is between us, talk about us." More kisses were exchanged, and movements of their hips brought their cocks rubbing together.
"This is nice, Chink."
"I know."
"It is different somehow from what we do everyday."
"Yes. What we do everyday we do because we have to, because we are paid to do it, it is expected of us. What we are doing now, we do freely, because of the way we feel together. We are doing this because we want to."
"Not because we've got hard ons, and need to get our rocks off?" said Jonathan with a laugh.
Chink wriggled giving their cocks a slightly different contact. "May be a little. But I'm glad we both woken up, and want to do the same thing."
"And what do you want to do, Chink?"
"I want to put this," he thrust his cock at Jonathan's stomach, "deep inside you; and then I want yours in me."
"In here?" Jonathan ran his finger lightly over Chink's hole.
"Yes, right in there. For as long as you can hold out."
"Thanks, Chink. I think your suggestion has meet with my full agreement"
For many minutes Chink lay on top of Jonathan. The kissing continued, and hands especially Jonathan's hands explored Chink's back and buttocks.
"I've always been able to see how smooth your skin was, and felt it against me in bed, but this is the first time I have really felt all over your body with my hands and fingers."
"I like this position, when there's no hurry."
"Yes, and you're not too heavy. I think if you kept on thrusting more strongly I could cum like this."
"I know I could, It would be a rather fulfilling way of cuming, with our seed mixing freely on your stomach."
"No fuss and bother with condoms and lube."
"Though a bit of lube would make things even better down there."
"Do you want to do it this way?"
"Why not. We will have a chance to do other things over the next few nights."
Chink raised himself, and reached across to the container of lube, and put a good amount on his own cock, and also on Jonathan's. He lowered himself. "That's better. Sometimes I used to put my cock between the thighs of the boy I was playing with when I was younger. That feels good."
"Yes. Bob and I sometimes did it that way. Especially in the early days when we tended to get a bit sore from too much fucking."
Both lads used their skill to give the other maximum pleasure. Between them they managed to achieve what they both wanted - simultaneous emissions of cum. Because they had not engaged in any sexual activity for forty eight hours, and their bodies were used to more frequent sex, the quantity was much more than usual.
They remained in position.
"I can feel my cum trickling down my side onto the bed," giggled Jonathan.
"Do you want to mop if up?"
"No, because that would involve you moving, and us breaking apart."
"If we leave it we'll stick together."
"So what. I'm feeling sleepy."
When Chink tried to move, Jonathan held him tight. "No; stay where you are. I like you there on top of me."
They drifted off to sleep, but sometime in the night they must have moved, because the morning found them in their usual positions side by side.
The next day Jonathan again went out for a lengthy walk by himself in the afternoon. He enjoyed the peace of the winter countryside. It was beginning to get dark when he returned, and as he saw the lights in the cottages he thought of the warm and families within.
He wondered how Christmas had gone back at home in Luton. His father would be back hard at work, as the shops always opened the day after Christmas Day for a Sale. He wondered about the effect of the recession on trade. He had probably gone to the shop for several hours on Boxing Day, sorting everything out for the Sale. His father reckoned that he made his most extensive profits of the year before and immediately after Christmas. If he had been at home he would have gone in to help his father as he had done in recent years.
He wondered if they had missed him. What had they thought about him? Christmas was always such a family occasion in the Pridham family. This year two regulars would have been absent, his grandmother Janice, and himself. He wondered how much he was missed by his parents, and whether and what they said about him.
These breaks down at Bill's farm were welcome, and enjoyable. But there was a downside, it gave him time to think. His life was in a tight corner. He was trapped in a job. He wondered whether he should try and escape from it all there and then. But he had made a promise to Bill, and he felt that was binding on him. He chewed over in his mind yet again his mixed feelings about the work he was doing. The compulsion, the shame, the deep inner sense of guilt; over against the money he was earning, the comradeship with the other Boys, and yes, a pleasure from much of what he did. He had been down this path many times, and there seemed to be no resolution to his dilemma.
When he got back he went to get a cup of tea, and something to eat, to tide him over until the evening meal. Bill was in the room alone, drinking a cup of tea.
"Been out for a walk again, Jon?"
"Yes, went a bit further today."
"You enjoy getting out, don't you?"
"Yes, I miss that a lot."
"I've got another weekend coming up in the New Year. I'll make sure you're included. If you like I'll get you down here a day early, and you can stay on a further day. How would that suit you?"
"Great! Thanks."
"Same terms as before?"
"Same terms as before."
All too soon the Christmas break was over, and the Boys were being transported back to London.
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