This is my fourth attempt at gay erotic fiction. The earlier ones are 'The Decent Inn' and 'Terry and the Peachers' which can be found in the Nifty archive under the College section, and 'The Heart of Oskar Prinz' in Beginnings. The earlier ones provide the texture and back story to this one, but it stands on its own.
The story contains graphic depictions of sex between young males. If the reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your place of residence please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further. If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so.
XV
June passed into July. Against everybody's expectations Justin's determination not to smoke held for a while. His temper was often foul as a result, but Nathan was more than willing to put up with it. He did start fighting back in his own way: refusing to be hurt by argument and taking to making subversive comments, that as often as not defused the problem.
They had a routine by now. Justin and Nathan were a permanent gardening team, as Mr Anderson had finally recognised the nature of the link between them. He said nothing about it, and didn't seem really to mind, but he was careful of which teams he put them with. Like a good manager, he knew which of his workers would be uncomfortable with gay workmates. He never put them with the other two boy apprentices, which saddened Justin and Nathan a little. The other workers also had picked up the rumour, and once or twice they got half-humorous comments about their relationship. But Nathan was very popular with the others, and Justin was becoming popular, because he was turning into such a hard and steady worker. So they were never at any time made to feel resented.
Andy was mostly around Highgate, working from Matt's office there, while Matt was at his offices in Camden most days. They reunited for dinner, and Justin was learning to value these meals very much. There was something indefinably resonant of real family life about them; Matt and Andy usually had a lot to say about their days and even for Justin it was interesting. Afterwards they quite often sat round and watched TV, with Justin curled up, his head in Andy's lap. It was a position he got quite to like, as he knew it made Andy go all soppy and paternal, and he had now a desire to please his fosterparents. Once or twice a week they went out for a film, or an evening at a pub or one of the discrete north London clubs. Other times he and Nathan hit the gym or the pool. It was a secure and comfortable life and he liked it, very much.
Justin was changing and growing. Physically he was filling out and getting stronger, as advancing adolescence and the gardening work had its inevitable effect. But emotionally too he was changing. Flare-ups were slowly becoming rarer as his metabolism shifted and his hormones stopped partying quite so hard. His language too was changing towards the softer tones and accent of his lover. There was nothing now left of the Animal of Seven Sisters. Andy looked at him one day and saw a tanned, fit, mature and socially confident young man, and no longer a pinched and aggressive urchin. He smiled to himself and kissed Justin as they passed in the hall. When Justin looked at him surprised, he grinned and said, 'You look so good, kid. Proud of you.' Justin almost succeeded in looking bashful.
One Saturday the boys slept late, as usual, and Justin came down the stairs to be confronted by another dark young man coming up them, it was Tim Caird, who did a double take.
'That you, Justy?'
'It is.'
'Wow ... who waved the magic wand over you?' he said, giving Justin a frankly admiring look. Justin was wearing only boxers on his way to scavenge in the kitchen.
'When did you get in?'
'Last night, Pete's in the kitchen. We're gonna do the London scene for a few days. A bit of excitement before we have to think of the new semester.'
'No one said.'
'No one knew. Pete and I went for it as a last moment thing. To tell the truth, it was a good way of getting away from my folks. We went with them to dad's cabin near Blowing Rock. Not a good idea, as it turned out. My shitty little brothers are getting increasingly shitty and homophobic. We got tired of the perpetual inane innuendo.'
'Good news for us then, innit? Hope you got time for a deprived foster-nephew.'
'I heard that you might be thinking of becoming a genuine nephew.'
'I'm still thinking about adoption. But I don't think I'm ready for it yet, if ever.'
'A new little gay Peacher boy for the media to fasten on to?'
'It's not that ...'
'Then what?'
'It turned out I had a real dad out there after all. I'm hoping to find him one day. Only then will I be ready for that sort of decision.'
'Fair enough.' Tim suddenly brushed his hand up Justin's inner thigh, slowly, his fingers poised below the bottom of his boxers, ready to go further. Justin recognised the coy but passionate look in Tim's eyes from St Kitts. Tim had been sizing up his body as they talked and his interest in Justin was clearly more than friendly. Justin's penis twitched and thickened and his body tingled with a sudden desire. But Justin remembered Andy's look when he heard of what this same randy teen had done with Ramon and Terry, and he had discovered in himself a loyal core that didn't want now to disappoint his fosterfather, hot though Tim undoubtedly was. But how to get out of the seduction that Tim was busy scripting in his head, and with which his own body was happy to collaborate?
'You think you can give us a hand?' he asked, coolly.
'Sure,' smiled Tim hopefully, 'where do you want it?'
'Ha ha,' Justin responded in a matter-of-fact manner. 'Fact is, I've developed haemorrhoids. Too much ... well you know what. I need someone to apply the medication for me ... Nathan's still asleep and I was looking for Andy.'
'Oh. Oh!' The passion had suddenly gone from Tim's eyes. 'I--I'd better leave that for Andy, it's a foster-father sort of thing, isn't it?'
'Guess so. OK, well, see you later.' Justin trotted down the stairs with a wicked grin back in residence on his face. He bumped into Terry as he turned a corner.
'I'll be happy to help,' said the security man.
'Er ... what with?'
'The haemorrhoid cream. I've had some experience of piles.'
'You were listening weren't you, you bastard.'
Terry laughed loudly. 'Don't you want me finger up your arse? What a lad ... but you certainly did throw a bucket of cold water over Tim, at least. Well done. Come and have some breakfast. We need a chat, criminal babe.'
Peter Peacher was at the breakfast bar with a plate of egg, bacon and mushrooms provided by Mrs Atkinson. He was busy chatting her up. He knew from his experience in Andy's household in Annandale that the balance of power in a large household resided with the housekeeper, and he wanted to have her on his side. He was terrified of Mrs Fuentas, Andy's American housekeeper, a woman who definitely felt a mission to control him and was not floored by his looks, as most women were. It had to be said that he was doing a very good job of charming Mrs Atkinson. She twinkled at Peter, and there was definitely a cooler look on her face when she handed over his ritual morning bowl of Cheerios to Justin. Justin had for once failed in the charm game. He guessed it might have something to do with his habit of wiping up ejaculations with his used underpants.
Terry quietly ushered Justin on to the sunny patio, taking a coffee with him. 'Now me babe,' he asked, 'what's up?'
'Like what exactly, Uncle Terry?'
'Don't play innocent ... I read Gay Universe on the plane coming over.'
'Aw right, the dad thing.'
'Are you sure you know what you're doin' here?'
'He's me dad. I got a right to learn something about him, if I can. I'm realistic. I'm not expecting him to suddenly turn out to be the model dad I always wanted. Most likely he's a complete jerk and a loser. But I gotta know, Terry.'
'Put it that way, Justy, and I can't disagree with you. If the Gay Universe publicity don't work, what you going to do?'
'I don't know. I thought maybe you might have ideas.'
'I might. But we'll see how your first try goes. I hope you get what you want, but from my point of view, you've got to beware of opportunists, by which I mean men who are using you to get close to Matt and Andy and their money. You could be a tempting target for a con artist. You need to do some careful checks that men calling themselves Jack Whittaker are what they seem to be.'
'Well, yeah. I realise that. I won't let anyone get near me unless they can prove who they are.'
'And how will they do that?'
'Me mam told me one or two things about Jack Whittaker that only the real one will know. That's as good a check as any, I think.'
Terry looked pensive. Eventually he said, 'OK then. The best of luck to you Justy. I hope you find what you're looking for.'
As luck would have it, a packet arrived that very morning from Gay Universe, enclosing a thick wad of letters addressed to Justin. He went through them with Dave Evans in Matt's garage office. Matt said Dave had huge experience in dealing with his mail, which attracted more than its fair share of nutcases.
'OK. Three piles. Nice fan mail ... which I'll answer for you if you like. It's the biggest pile, I'm glad to see. I've got the classy shots Gay Universe took of you. Sign copies of the ones out that weren't published with the article, and I'll send them.
'Seriously?'
'Oh yeah. You're famous now, kiddo. Then there's the next pile: perverts and obvious shysters. The things this guy wants to do to you I've not even read on the internet. Four are asking for cash, and two of them don't even pretend to be your dad. Which leaves just this one.' Dave waved the letter. 'You want to take this away and have a good look at it, Justin?'
Justin nodded, and took the open slim manila envelope, with a Sheffield postmark he noticed. He went up to his bedroom. Nathan was throwing a frisbee with Peter on the lawn out the back. He could hear their laughter and whooping. As he had half expected, the two had hit it off in much the same way as he had been drawn to Tim. He sat at his desk and opened the letter. It was a brief typed note. 'Dear Justin,' it said, 'I read the article in Gay Universe and recognised the Macavoy name immediately. You will be Lisa's boy and yes, I am your father. I'm not sure whether it would be wise to meet. I have had nothing to do with you all your life, and I can imagine why you might hold that against me. There were reasons, and if you would like to discuss them, my e-mail address is at the bottom of the page. J.M. Whittaker.'
Justin read it twice. The guy, whoever he was, knew his mum's name, which was not mentioned in the article. That indicated he was indeed the man himself, although it was feasible that a determined con man might have found that out. But why bother?
Justin pondered whether to discuss it with his fosterparents or with Terry, but decided not to. This was his business and his alone ... well maybe Nathan's too a little. He would talk to Nathan.
After dinner that night, a lively and hilarious affair with four teenagers around the table, Justin took Nathan by the hand and led him up to their room. He showed him the letter and asked simply, 'What should I do, Nate?'
Nathan replied equally simply, 'E-mail the guy.' Then he added, 'Give him the chance to explain himself, then make your mind up if you want anything else to do with him.'
'What shall I say?'
'I dunno. Tell him a little about yourself, what you're doing and stuff. But not too much. I suppose you gotta decide what sort of relationship you want with him.'
'I don't wanna live with him and be a fake family. I love Matt and Andy too much, and I know they love me because they've proved it again and again. But it would be nice at least to talk to my biological father.'
Nathan and Justin sat and pondered what to type into the blank e-mail box open in front of them on the screen.
'Dear Dad ...?' suggested Nathan desperately.
'Nope,' said Justin firmly. 'He's just me genetic father, he ain't earned the right to affection from me.'
So he typed 'hi. it's me, justin. i got your letter. maybe you're right about meeting being a bad idea. but i want to know a little bit about you anyway and why you left my ma. she said you were gay. so why did you sleep with her?'
They looked at the message, and then looked at each other. 'OK?' Justin asked.
'Looks good to me,' agreed Nathan. Justin sent the e-mail on its way. Then they shut the computer down and went to join the rest downstairs.
Matt was buzzing with something, and he had got Andy excited too. He was handing flute glasses of champagne and had two ready for Nathan and Justin.
'Boys, I have an announcement. This morning I had a phone call from the Rothenian embassy. The Rothenian government has decided to honour me with the award of the Order of the Rose of Rothenia, first class.'
'Cool,' said Peter, 'this mean you're gonna be a knight or a lord or something?'
'Not in today's decadent world, no,' Matt admitted, 'but it's got a lovely red ribbon and a pretty silver star. It'll look so good with evening dress. I looked it up on the web.'
'Why you, Matt? Pardon me for asking,' asked Nathan apologetically.
'Not at all. It's for services to the Rothenian media industry. My company made a major documentary on the country -- huge international success, you may have seen it. No?' Nathan and Justin shook their heads. 'Well I have a DVD of it somewhere. Did wonders for their tourism industry, apparently. Then I got involved in the promotion of a new Rothenian media empire, which has just taken over half the Czech TV channels. The Rothenians aren't that fond of the Czechs, and they're a bit delighted to be controlling the airwaves over Prague. You remember my friend Will Vincent who was here a few weeks ago? He's the main man. He was British, but he's just taken out Rothenian nationality so he can become chairman of the company. He's got a lot of influence with the Rothenian government.'
'So when are you gonna get your medal?' asked Justin.
'It's not a medal, it's an ancient order of chivalry founded in the sixteenth century.'
'OK, when?'
'In a fortnight, Justin. And we're all going. In August Andy will be leaving for the States and the start of his senior year at JAC, and we won't see him till nearly Christmas apart from the Thanksgiving holiday. So we're going to make a summer holiday out of it. You've got time owing from Andersons, so there's no reason you both can't come is there?'
Justin looked puzzled, 'But where's Rothenia? Is it in Europe?'
'It's east of Bavaria and south of the Czech Republic. Quite a big country. Fifteen million people at least. And it's got the biggest gay entertainment industry in Central Europe in the capital, Strelzen: it's a beautiful city. You'll like Club Liberation if we can sneak you in there one night.'
'Cool. Sounds good already,' Nathan grinned, he loved travel.
'Can't we come? Uncle Terry says the sex industry there is really something.' said Peter.
Andy gave Terry an old-fashioned look. Terry tried to look innocent; a lost cause. 'We wouldn't stop you, if you really want to come,' said Andy. 'To be honest it would be nice to have family there for the investiture. Matt's dad's refused point blank. The only way we could get him to America was because at least they spoke English there, Rothenia was a hopeless case. Carl, his brother, said he'd try, but he's involved in the Helsinki Games so we can't count on him. If you're coming, it's morning dress. The Rothenians are a very formal people, you know.'
'Great,' said Justin with satisfaction, 'more new clothes.' He had developed a passion for clothes, and Andy and Matt were very generous with spending money. He and Nathan between them were colonising a spare room with their overflow. Mrs Atkinson was complaining that they needed far more wardrobe space.
Before they went to bed, Justin and Nathan booted up the computer one more time, but there was no reply from his father, and indeed four days went by before a reply entered his inbox.
'Not that prompt a correspondent is he?' mused Nathan as they saw the address.
'Seems not. Maybe he's not sure what to say. OK, here goes.'
'Dear Justin,' it said. 'I am so glad you contacted me. I'm not at all surprised at the question. In 1988, when you were conceived, I was a Royal Marine officer cadet. I knew I was gay alright, but gayness did not then go down too well in the forces. I had been in school with Lisa, your mother, and she had a thing for me. She became my token girlfriend and I slept with her on leave, to establish my straight credentials more than anything else. Her getting pregnant wasn't part of the plan. Neither of us were organised about prevention. It just happened. When it did there was a row and I told her the truth, that we could never live together because of what I was. I was gone long before you were born, and the terms on which we parted meant that there was no chance I would ever play the part of your father. Besides, I was abroad most of the time. I didn't resign my commission till 2001. I hope that answers your question, Justin. It doesn't show me in a good light, especially in view of what happened afterwards to you. But we were young and stupid, and if that's an excuse, it's the only one I've got. Jack.'
'So your dad was a soldier, an officer too. That's pretty cool, Justy.'
'It's a good enough answer to the question too. Doesn't try to excuse the inexcusable at least.'
'Are you going to answer it?
'Yes, I will. He seems intelligent.'
Justin began typing. 'hi it's justin again. ok, i understand why you got my mam pregnant and maybe why you left her and went away. didn't you ever get curious about how i was doing? have i got grandparents on your side? have you got a partner? what are you doing now?'
Nathan smiled. 'That'll keep the dialogue going for a bit.'
Justin pressed the send button. The reply came three days later. It appeared that his father was not in a relationship and never had found much time for them. Yes, Justin had a grandfather and grandmother in Staines, as well as an uncle in Melbourne and an aunt still living in Islington. At present his father was between jobs, doing some consultancy work on the side for friends. He didn't say what the consultancy was.
Justin took to the keyboard once again. 'hi, jack. are you living in london or where are you? you'll know from the press that me and my nathan are in highgate. we're very happy and love each other very much, and we don't fight much ... well we do a bit, but we're learning to deal with it, being mature an all is hard when you're sixteen -- nearly seventeen now. andy and matt are brilliant to me and i love them too very much. so i don't want to upset them by being too open about the fact that we're talking on line. they'd be cool about it i suppose, but why worry them? so what do you do for a living?'
This time the answer came back within twenty four hours. 'Dear Justin, I'm glad that you managed to find two great guys like that to take care of you, although I'm amazed as to how it could have happened. You must tell me one day. As for what I do -- when I have a job -- I'm in computer systems. Fortunately my contracts tend to be profitable, if short term, so I can be between jobs for quite a while. I travel around a lot, so I rent a service flat when I'm back in London. At the moment I'm in Ealing, just off the Common, not a bad place, although small. Jack.'
They chatted daily from then on. Justin learned that his father, now thirty-five, was still very much into the scene, and was often clubbing with a set of mates. He thought of his and Nathan's adventure several months ago in the club in Camden Town with ... what were those guys' names? Frank and Clive? He hoped his dad wasn't as predatory as those two. He must be pretty fit looking though, he concluded. His father said he had dark hair like Justin, not grey yet and not dyed. He worked out. Justin told him about his gardening and his job, and -- so far as you could tell over the web -- his father seemed genuinely interested. Justin was just puzzled as to how to take things further, or even if he wanted to.