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Jonathan 31. Mid November 2009
Both Malcolm and Jonathan found their parting at Auckland airport difficult. They had always been close but the previous nine months had brought them even closer. Malcolm knew he was going back to an empty house. For the second time in two years he would be adjusting to living alone. Jonathan knew just how much Gramps had supported, encouraged and guided him through those post Bill's Place months. As they got closer to the airport conversation began to dry up. At the airport there were long and painful silences.
When the time came for saying good bye, they gave each other a long hug, and both tried hard to suppress the tears that were coming to their eyes.
Kevin and Owen were understanding, and allowed Jonathan his silence in the back of the car as they drove off. They had arranged to stay in a motel a few miles on the road home. Slowly Jonathan became his usual self. They watched a little television, but Jonathan continued to think New Zealand T.V. rather poor when compared with British television.
The next day Jonathan sat in the front of the car alongside whoever was driving.
"I've been thinking about you getting a job," said Owen. "I know of someone who may have a job going, but I don't know what you'd think about doing it."
"Why? What does it involve?"
"This guy has a timber business. I know he employs two or three young men. It's outdoor work mainly. Manual work."
"I'm not afraid of that. I did some manual work for Dad, though that was mainly inside, in the stores. Though I did do some time in the office. I think Dad was holding out some hope I'd join him in the business."
"I'll ask my friend, and we can only see what happens. He may know someone else looking for a worker."
When they got back to Napier, Jonathan volunteered to get a meal. They sat talking over the meal.
"By the way, Jon, I think you'll find things a little different here now that Dad's gone back."
Jonathan looked up with a note of enquiry on his face.
"Owen and I live a more chaotic life usually. The housework is more irregularly done for one thing."
Jonathan laughed. "Yes, Gramps does like everything ship shape and Bristol fashion. I think that was all the years of being married to Gran."
"And running his own business."
"So yours is a typical male establishment!"
"Yes." Answered Owen, "And now the weather is getting warmer, we are not so strict about attire."
"Rather, we often go around in the nuddy. It saves having to wash masses of dirty clothes," added Kevin.
Jonathan laughed. "That's no problem with me. But will I be safe if I follow suit? After all I am an innocent young boy!"
The other two roared with laughter. "Innocent, after all your experiences! I reckon you could teach us a thing or two."
"Are you both wanting some lessons?"
"Yes, please," said Owen emphatically.
"Well, I might consider giving you a massage or two; if you want."
"Yes, please," replied the two others in unison.
"But seriously, Jon," said Owen, "If you have one of your nightmares, don't bear it all on your own. Do come in to us, if you want to talk about it."
Jonathan smiled with the memory, but refrained from telling them that that was exactly what had happened with Malcolm.
The next day Owen arrived back from work with news for Jonathan. "Joe Frankin is going to call in shortly on his way back from work. He's the guy who has the timber business. He says he's looking for another young man to work for him."
"Do I need to change, and appear more respectable?" Jonathan was dressed in shorts and shirt, and nothing else.
"No! He can see you have some muscles, and are fit and strong. Besides you look sexy like that, and I like it."
"That's all you think about, Owen, getting me into your sack."
"How did you guess?" Owen gave Jonathan a broad wink.
A few minutes later Joe Franklin arrived. Introductions were made.
"I'm looking for a young man. I've two youngsters about your age working for me, but as the weather is warming up they are wanting some holiday. The work they do requires at least two at the same time. I don't want to divert some of the older more skilled men on to doing their work. Anyway the older guys too are thinking of their holidays."
Jonathan asked more about the nature of the work, and the size of the business. It was a small business, at the moment there were six working for him. I've got a nephew who works in the office dealing with all the paper work. He runs the office efficiently, and as I don't like that side of the business it works well."
They talked over things like pay and various other business matters. It was arranged that Jonathan would begin work on the Monday morning, just four days later.
Jonathan arrived at the timber yard in good time. Joe Franklin arrived a couple of minutes later.
"Well done. I like a guy who gets to work on time. Though whether you will be on time in a month's time is another matter! Your immediate work mates'll be along in a couple of shakes. Let me show you around."
Joe showed Jonathan around the yard.
"My nephew, Oliver, will call you into the office so he can get all your details. He usually arrives an hour later than the rest of us. Goes swimming most mornings!"
Two young men, Jon's age, came into the yard. Joe called them over, and introduced them as Josh and Sailor.
"Jon, you'll be working with these guys. You'll need to be as good at giving as taking with these two." He gave a grin and winked, before walking away.
"So where you from then, Jon?" asked Josh.
"U.K."
"What? I hope you're not one of those whingeing Poms that we hear about."
"You'll just have to find out," replied Jonathan.
"So what ya'doin over here then?" asked Sailor.
"I am staying with my uncle. He said this is a great country, so I thought I'd come and see for myself. He said it was alright except for the Kiwis!"
"He did, did he?" said Josh and laughed.
"So do you play anything back in the U.K. or is it always rain stopped play whenever your side's losing?"
"It doesn't always rain – not quite. But I played rugger for my school, and I played cricket for my school and a local team."
"Rugby season's just about over. But cricket's starting up. We both play for a local side. You must come along, and maybe you might get a place in the seventh eleven," said Josh.
"What seventh eleven," muttered Sailor.
They all laughed.
"So what do you do? Bat or bowl?"
"Bat. I only bowl when the game is as good as lost."
"Where in the order?"
"I open, or first wicket down usually."
"What's your highest score then?"
"141."
"Awesome!" said Sailor. "The best I've ever made is a 73 not out."
"I'm not in that competition. I bowl," said Josh.
"What sort?" asked Jonathan.
"Fast."
"Bloody fast," added Sailor.
"Come on, we'd better get some work done, or Joe will be complaining."
They put on their hard hats and goggles, and started work. The screech of the saw stopped any further conversation. Jonathan's task was mainly manhandling the wood before and after one of the others had sawn it as required.
"Will initiate you into the mysteries of the power saw in a day or two. Important to get used to handling the timber first. Sometimes it likes to behave as if it is alive."
In the middle of the morning when they were having a short break Joe called Jonathan to come into the office.
"If you want some fun," whispered Josh, "whip Olly's glasses off him, and hide them."
Joe led the way into the office. Behind a large desk was a dark haired young man, wearing very thick glasses. "This is my nephew, Oliver. He'll see to you."
Joe left.
Oliver peered at Jonathan. "So you're the new guy. I need some details for insurance, tax and various other purposes. Hold on while I get the forms." Oliver rose from the desk and limped across to a filing cabinet, and got out a couple of forms. He asked the usual routine questions. Age. Address. Previous employment. Health record, and several more.
Jonathan noticed that Oliver kept a hand near his glasses. "It's alright, I promise I won't whip off your glasses and hide them."
Oliver looked up at Jonathan and smiled. "Josh and Sailor will have their fun. Without my glasses I can only see things clearly if they are less than six inches away."
The forms were soon filled in, and Jonathan made his way out to the other two.
"So how did you get on with Hop-along Cassidy?" asked Sailor.
"Fine. Why?"
"He's a real nerd. Arrives late, and goes home late. He does actually drive, but how he sees to drive I don't know."
Jonathan said nothing. They were soon back at work. The rest of the day passed quickly, and afterwards the three of them went off for a drink. Working in a timber yard was thirsty work.
Jonathan quickly made a decision that he needed to get a car. He scanned the local paper, asked Joe for some time off to buy one. One afternoon off and he was the owner of a car of about the same vintage as his car at home.
Thursday evening was cricket practice, and Josh and Sailor took Jonathan along.
"This is Jon, he's just come to work with us," said Josh to Ernie, the Captain of the local side. "He says he can play cricket, in spite of being a Pom!"
"England have produced one or two cricketers in their time. But anyway welcome, Jon." Ernie held out a hand, which Jonathan shook. "Well see how you get on. What are you best with; the bat or the ball?"
"The bat."
"Well, get padded up, and when the two in the nets have had a go, we'll see how you fare against our Josh. He was our best bowler last season, The trouble with him this season is he's started with a swollen head."
They all laughed.
The cricket practice went well for Jonathan. He was probably more in practice as he had been playing for Whitgest less than two months before. Josh tried his best to get Jonathan's wicket, but failed.
The next morning Sailor teased Josh about the nonchalant way Jonathan had played every ball Josh had bowled. {See footnote}
Jonathan was asked to play for the local side, and was soon an established batsman, once he had adjusted to the brighter New Zealand light. But this is not a cricketing story, so that side of his activities must stay in the background.
Fairly soon Jonathan asked Sailor why he was so called.
"I was born in Liverpool in England. There were a lot of families with many sailors in the area. My real name is Alan Brian Smith, A.B.S., Able Bodied Seaman, so I was soon named Sailor Smith by a teacher at school, to differentiate me from another Smith, who was simply Sandy Smith."
"I suppose the name just stuck?"
"Yea. The trouble is everybody is like you, they ask why!"
Jonathan got on well with Josh and Sailor. There was a lot of teasing, and a certain amount of horse-play at times. They often met up after work for a drink, and talk, before going on home.
Because the work force was small, there was a tradition that everyone would go to a bar for a drink after work on a Friday. It was one drink on the way home. Usually, but not always, Joe Franklin paid. It was one of the few occasions when his nephew Oliver Franklin joined in. Jonathan noticed he never relaxed when Josh or Sailor were close. Jonathan noticed that when he went back to his car he walked round it looking to see whether Josh and Sailor were playing a practical joke.
About three weeks after Malcolm had returned to England, Jonathan received an Email.
Dear Jon, I talked it all over with Simon, and I sent off your letter to Bill. Simon would like to join too, but does not think he can, as he has a joint bank account with Tricia, and the payment of such a large sum would probably lead to questions. It was with some misgivings that I sent the letter off, because of the way he treated you, but in spite of your imprisonment you did have some good words to say of him. This morning I had a letter from him asking me to phone the Club and make an appointment to see him. The result is I am going up to town tomorrow for the interview [I almost feel as though I am applying for a job] I do wonder whether I am doing the right thing. Love Gramps.
Jonathan replied immediately. Hi Gramps, All the best for tomorrow or will it be today for you? Let me know asap how you get on. Will be thinking of you while I am sawing wood, though you will probably be in bed then! Love Jon.
The relationships back at Kevin and Owen's went well. As the weather steadily got warmer, the clothing worn around the house became less, until it was rare that any of them went about the house other than naked. Jonathan soon learnt to accept the admiring glances of Owen, and sometime a hand would feel and fondle. Jonathan always responded in kind. Kevin was very caring, asking about work, often coming to watch the cricket on a Saturday.
Jonathan had one of his nightmares in the middle of November. It was a bad one. He had to get up. He made his way to the kitchen to make himself a drink.
Kevin more or less followed him into the kitchen. "Nightmare, Jon?"
"Yes, quite a bad one. I was being locked up down a coal cellar. It was pitch black, no light at all."
"I've heard it said you should go back into the dream. Go back in your imagination into that coal cellar, until you get out."
"That sounds like self torture. I couldn't go back to bed and do that."
"Even if I came with you, and you tell me about it as you go along?"
Jonathan thought about it for a long moment, before saying he would. They went upstairs, and with the light on Jonathan lay on the bed. Kevin sat on the edge of the bed and listened.
Jonathan was silent for a couple of minutes before he began to talk. "I'm in a coal cellar. At least, I think it's a coal cellar, there is a smell of coal. There is no light at all, and no sound. I just sit, I am scared of moving, I am frightened. I speak, and there is no echo so presumably I am in a confined space. Nothing is happening.
"How long am I to go on with this, Kev?"
"Until you get out."
"But wait. I can feel something. I can feel a breeze."
Kevin looked around the room but there was no breeze blowing through the room and he could not feel anything.
"It seems to be coming from my left. It's very faint. If there's a movement of the air, it must be coming from somewhere. I move carefully towards where it's coming from. I'm afraid of falling into something, or banging my head. I can feel a wall now on my right. I reach up but cannot feel any ceiling. I feel along the wall. It's very black, and scary. The breeze seems to be getting stronger. I've reached a corner, there is a wall in front of me now. But where's that breeze coming from. I feel along the wall. There's a hole about a foot above the floor. It's quite a big hole. It's about two foot square. I think I could get into it. I reach in, and can't feel an end. But what if it narrows and I can't get back? What if there's a grating or something at the end, or half way along? I wish I could see. I don't know what to do. I suppose if I'm careful and don't get into a situation where I'm having to push my way, I can always wriggle back. I get into the hole and feel the sides and the roof. It's all rough, it feel as though it's made of rock, not of brick. I'm crawling and wriggling my way along. It's width and height vary. Sometimes I can crawl on all fours, at other times it's more of a wriggle. The breeze is much stronger. I can smell something now; damp earth. I can see something, I think. I think there's a vestige of light ahead. Perhaps there is a way out. I can crawl properly now. Yes, there's light, and it's coming from straight ahead. I turn a corner, and my head comes out into the open. I'm in a wood. I'm free. I've escaped." Jonathan opened his eyes, and looked at Kevin. "Wow. That was interesting."
"How do you feel, Jon.?"
"I feel fine. Certainly better than the usual aftermath of a nightmare, when it seems to cloud things for a day or two. Thanks, Kev, for suggesting that and making me do that."
"A friend who did some counselling and some work on dreams told me about that. He says if can often help with those who have bad nightmares."
"Well, it certainly has worked me tonight. The trouble is I feel wide awake."
"No problem. We can chat a while. I expect you will feel sleepy again after a while."
They sat is silence for a few minutes.
"Are you still looking for that perfect guy?" asked Kevin.
"Yea. There are some nice guys around in the cricket club, and Josh and Sailor have introduced me to some at the bar we usually go to. But I don't know if any are gay. My gaydar has never worked very well. Didn't need to when I was going with Bob Fox, or when I was at Bill's Place."
"I've met some gay men who found their partners in most unexpected circumstances. They met and suddenly realised they loved each other, and the rest became history."
"Some luck! I can't see that happening to me." They talked on for a further twenty minutes. "I'm beginning to feel sleepy, Kev."
"Do you want me to leave you, or to stay until you're asleep."
"Sleep with me if you like, if Owen won't mind."
"Oh, he's out for the count, it takes the alarm and some shouts and a kick from me to wake him in the morning. I don't mind sleeping with you."
"A nice warm sexy cuddle before dropping off to sleep would be nice. I miss having someone to cuddle up to."
Jonathan started getting into bed, and did not see the look that Kevin gave him. Kevin thought that Jonathan had been sleeping alone for the last nine months, now he wondered, but said nothing.
The two of them got into bed, had a quick kiss and cuddle, and were soon both asleep.
A couple of hours later Owen stirred, realised that he was alone in the bed, and went to find out why. When he looked into Jonathan's bedroom he saw Kevin and Jonathan fast asleep. He did not want to be left out, so he slipped into the bed so that Jonathan was in the middle.
It was Jonathan who woke first. He soon realised that he was in the middle. He chuckled quietly, and remembered how as a young child he had sometimes got into bed between his father and mother. It was known as being in `the family tomb!' by members of the Pridham family. As he lay there he felt Owen's hand come across and reach down towards his already hard cock. He wondered if Owen realised what he was doing. He wriggled an inch back so that he could feel Owen chest against his back, and his hard cock against his buttocks. Then he reached forward to put an arm over Kevin, who immediately, while still asleep, backed up against him. Jonathan reached down to get hold of Kevin's rapidly hardening cock. Jonathan wondered how long this would go on.
"What the hell?" came from Owen behind him.
Jonathan twisted his head round. "Just carry on, that's nice."
Kevin rolled over, woke up, and came face to face with Jonathan. He immediately realised what was happening with Owen and Jonathan. "That's what he does to me, every morning. More than half asleep he starts playing with my equipment."
Jonathan took hold of Kevin again. "Thanks for last night, Kev."
"Thanks for last night?" said Owen. "What were you two up to in the night?"
"Jon had one of his nightmares, and we talked for a while, before getting into bed."
"That all? Did I miss anything?"
"Only Jon reliving his nightmare."
"So what are we going to do about this now. I'm as horny as hell," said Owen.
"I know. You toss me off, Owen; while I toss Kev. Then the two of us'll see to you."
"Okay."
It was not long before Kevin and Jonathan were down loading a night's accumulation of cum. When they had recovered, they got on opposite sides of Owen, and attended to his needs. Kevin sucked his partner off while Jonathan used his hands to increase Owen's pleasure. It took a very short while to bring him to his climax.
"What a perfect way to begin a day", said Owen. "We must do that again."
"Good idea," said Kevin and Jonathan in unison.
"But now we need to get going or we'll all be late for work. I'll have the first shower," said Jonathan. He got out of bed, and walked towards the door.
"What a sexy walk he's got, with those lovely bum cheeks," muttered Owen.
Footnote:-
For some reason the word `nonchalant' is/was frequently used by cricket commentators to describe the easy way some batsmen dealt with bowlers. I don't think I've ever heard it used in any other context. I have never used it elsewhere. For the writer on cricket the word slips automatically into mind.
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