Chav Prince

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.

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A fortnight went by. The boys worked together daily, and Justin even went into Hornsey College with him on his day releases, hanging round the coffee bar. He met one or two of his more clued-in former street mates at the college, who barely recognised the new Justin but definitely approved.

'Fuck me, Animal, you look like a million quid.'

'Yeah, I gone on the game. I'm a high-class rent boy now. I can recommend it. Wanna intro to me pimp?'

On weekends they swopped between houses, although of the two, it was Matt's house that was now the happier. Justin had achieved a first in his life and become popular with a house full of adults. They joked with him, and were happy to chat. He opened up further, and a deep inner stream of fun began to emerge in his character. Popularity had become real affection by the end of a fortnight. Happiness was infectious, and the effect on Matt and Andy was noticeable. They took real pride in Justin, and tried to get him and Nathan to come out on their social duties where they could.

The climax of the fortnight was a black tie premier in Leicester Square, where they followed Matt and Andy up the red carpet, though they didn't quite have the nerve to walk hand in hand as the older couple did. They did publicly neck in the reception that followed however, and got a mixture of strange and approving looks.

At three in the morning, as the limo was taking them back to Highgate, Matt looked lazily, and a little blearily, at Nathan. Justin was fast asleep.

'You know we fly out on Sunday, Nate? Are you going to be OK without your boyfriend for a few weeks?'

'Course. Justy's never been abroad, it'd be selfish to resent his chance to travel for once. Where're you taking him?'

'To Andy's place in Annandale to begin with, and then, I dunno, probably down to St Kitts to meet Peter, Andy's brother, and his lover, Tim. It's vacation time now in the USA and the boys are soaking up the sun. The new Peacher yacht will be anchored off Basseterre by now.'

'Poor Justy. What a life of wealth to have to get used to.' Nathan smiled indulgently at his sleeping boyfriend, gently lifted his hand and kissed it. He woke him as the car pulled up at Matt's house. 'We're back, lover.'

'Wha...?'

'Highgate; and it's bedtime.'

'Oh, right.' They made their way to Justin's bedroom, which was filling up with more of Nathan's plants. Nathan began undressing. 'It's our last night together, Justy. And the results of the tests on both of us said we've been good boys.'

'You first then, Nate. I want you in me bareback ... oh, I'm so gonna love this.'

They sighed and groaned out their love for each other till the sun came up, and slept in each other's arms till midday that Saturday. Their parting was difficult for Justin, who'd had too little real happiness in his life to want to give any up. He wished he could cry, especially when he saw tears in Nathan's eyes. He touched them with respectful awe. These were a lover's tears shed for him. He kissed them away, and watched longingly through the window as Nate left in his father's car. He did not resent it as Matt held him by the shoulder while he watched Nathan disappear, indeed he cuddled into him on the sofa in his unhappiness, and let him stroke his hair. He kissed Matt and Andy on the cheek before he went to bed, and was kissed gently back.

'We love you too, y'know,' they said. He nodded, and as he did he looked at them and gave a woeful smile. He found he needed something new for him: reassurance and comfort. Once you got used to being together with another human being, to giving and receiving back affection, its absence does strange things to you. In Justin's case, it made him vulnerable and needy in ways he had not known before. Matt and Andy knew that, and he knew they knew. As he went upstairs found the tracks of tears were running down his own cheeks for the very first time he could remember in his life.

The bags were already in the hall when he woke. Terry and Jenna were travelling too, and the limousine was purring outside with a minivan waiting behind driven by Dave Evans, the PA, to carry the luggage. Justin dressed casually for the flight, getting more and more excited.

As the doors closed and the convoy pulled away, and he sat in the back seat between Matt and Andy, he asked, 'Where we flying from?'

Andy said, 'An airfield in Norwood'

'What, not Heathrow or Gatwick, I thought thass where all the transatlantic flights lifted off from?'

'Not this one. And it's less of a problem getting to it, as it's just off the North Circular. We'll be there in half an hour, and in the air in forty five minutes.'

Justin was disappointed. He had so wanted to see a big international airport. But the disappointment evaporated as the car turned into an airfield and he saw the large and sleek private jet on the tarmac. 'Jeez! It's your own jet! You got your own jet! So cool!'

'It's my dad's, but yeah, it's ours for today at least.'

Immigration officials were on hand to give their documents a cursory check, and they were in the air within ten minutes of arriving. Justin's eyes widened as the long distance plane kicked him in the back with the power of its ascent. He was glued to the window as it lifted high over North London.

'OK, criminal babe,' grinned Terry, 'how 'bout cards. You play blackjack?'

Terry's grin did not last. 'You're cheating yer little sod.'

'Bad loser,' was the only reply from an intent and intense Justin.

The luxury of the flight was matched only by the subdued fun in the cabin. The food and drink was plentiful and a team of stewards was on hand to cater to their every need, Justin was even allowed a beer. Everybody seemed to be in a good mood. Terry was returning to his boyfriend, and Jenna to her husband, so they were full of humour. Matt and Andy just liked travelling, so they were bubbling. Even though the world was taking Nathan further and further from Justin as it turned, still he was conscious of the fact that Nathan would be thinking of him day and night, and his mobile was topped up and ready for long conversations.

The jet flew in across Chesapeake Bay and up the Potomac, and curved gracefully in to a landing at Dulles. Justin again was glued to the window, but was disappointed of a view by low cloud, which also made for an alarmingly bumpy descent. He found cold sweat on his forehead as they finally came to a halt. A minibus took them all to Immigration, and Matt took Justin's passport and walked him through the gates of the hall.

They all met up again at the convoy of black cars with Peacher drivers outside the terminal concourse, and were whisked away to the big house at Annandale. Justin watched as America flowed past him: strange road signs, yellow school buses and wooden houses. It was just like the films, but unlike.

Andy's house was really big, with a huge pool out back. He was introduced to Mrs Fuentas, the housekeeper, and assigned a much bigger room than he had in Matt's place. It had a widescreen TV, antique lamps and flower arrangements. A maid unpacked Justin's case and folded and hung the clothes. He didn't want to wait around while she did it so he explored the house and grounds. Terry and Jenna had disappeared into their own worlds, and he soon missed Terry a lot. Dinnertime found him a little dozy, but still up to sparring with Matt and Andy, who began telling him a lot about the Peacher family, its personalities and history. It was fascinating stuff, and he discovered a particular fascination with the figure of Peter Peacher, Andy's nineteen year old brother.

'You think you're a problem, Justy,' said Matt, 'he put the family in an uproar for years. You may have terrorised Upper Holloway, but he caused the California National Guard to be called out four years ago, when he staged his own kidnapping. There were road blocks all along the Pacific Coast Highway'

'God, don't remind me of it,' groaned Andy.

'Funny thing is, he had it in for me too,' Matt mused. 'I wonder what it is about me that brings out the worst in adolescents?'

'Yer lack of spots, Matt.'

'I wish that was it. I never got on with my little brother Carl at that age either. It must be me, I suppose. But eventually Pete got it together and in his junior year he found his Tim, a lovely lad who's civilised him amazingly, just like Nathan did for you. He's quite a star now. You'll likely be meeting him in a few days on St Kitts.'

'Does he know about me?'

Andy smiled, 'Oh yes. I e-mail him regularly about my new delinquent. He's looking forward to meeting you. Oh sod. We've not done anything about beach gear for you. I've got to get on to campus tomorrow, Matt, can you sort it?'

'Sure, not a problem. My last makeover of Justin was generally admired. A few pairs of shorts and flipflops won't be a challenge.'

In fact the shopping took most of the day. Matt and Justin drove from mall to mall. and much to his own surprise Justin enjoyed himself.

'Thing is Matt, iss a good way to see the Americans in their natural environment.' They were sitting in a foodcourt in a giant mall on the outskirts of Washington. Justin had bought piles of cotton trousers, board shorts, sandals, flipflops, loose shirts and tee shirts of all sorts, and even one or two hats that took his fancy. They took in a film in the afternoon.

'Do you swim, Justy?'

'Nah ... never got round to it at home. I wuz never in school when they did swimmin' lessons.'

'We'll see if Andy'll get you in the pool this evening; he's an excellent swimmer. You've got a few classy pairs of swimming shorts, baggy and otherwise.'

Andy tried to get Justin to learn to float, with no great success. Andy in the end said that they'd just have to keep trying. The next day Matt had a try, with more success.

'Fact is, I found swimming difficult when I tried. It took me a long while to gain confidence. I think I've got a better idea of the problems than Andy, who's part dolphin.' By the end of the sunny Virginia afternoon, Justin was floating and splashing happily just out of his depth. 'Of course it would help if you could stop having erections when I touch you,' Matt said, 'it's overbalancing you.'

'Hang on, I'll go jerk off behind that bush.'

'Wait. Christ, put your shorts back on! You're a bad lad.'

'Thought I was goin' to do it for a moment, didnya? Nice dick though innit?'

Matt ignored the prickteasing. He hauled out of the pool and ordered drinks, while the boy carried on splashing around. Matt admired him as he played; Justin was irresistible when he was having fun, for under the tarnish of the abused delinquent, bubbling to get out and play, there was still the cheerful little boy he had never been allowed to be.

The dark green mountains of St Kitts swung below them as the helicopter turned to approach its landing on the deck of the yacht, M.V. Speculator, Richard Peacher's new toy, moored well off Basseterre harbour. It was more of a small liner than a yacht, and had a heli-pad and resident copter behind the tall black funnel stack. The crew was unloading even before the rotors stopped turning. Justin got out, shades in place, cool as only a pretty and slim boy can be in a Hawaian shirt, baggy shorts and sandals. He had topped the lot with a round, broad-brimmed straw hat set back on his head. Matt had done his hair for him, and unable to stop himself, had kissed him on the lips. Justin reached up and put a hand behind Matt's head, and kissed him back hard. When he let go with a lascivious grin, he said, 'Can I seduce you, Matt?'

'Be good, you randy imp,' he had replied. 'Go and seduce the boys on St Kitts. You won't find it too hard, looking like you do. You're just too cute in that hat.'

A handsome woman in her mid thirties, carrying a small toddler, was waiting and Matt and Andy went over to hug her and kiss the little kid. 'Sylvia,' said Andy, 'this is Justin, whom we've fostered. Justin, this is Mrs Sylvia Peacher, my stepmother and my baby sister Elaine.'

Justin gave his cheeky street grin, always guaranteed to charm older women, and said, 'Pleased to meetcha.'

Sylvia smiled back, 'Welcome aboard the good ship Speculator, Justin. What a name to give it.'

'I didn't think dad had a sense of humour.'

'It was Peter, naturally. Your father guffawed for ten minutes once he got it.'

'Where is Pete?'

'On the island with Tim and a crowd of Yale Business School boys he brought along with him for the week. They've gone to look at the fort. It's dinner at seven, white jacket and black tie.'

'Great,' said Andy, then caught the alarmed look on Justin's face. 'It's OK Justin, you're sorted. Matt had a suit tailored for you just before we left. It was to be a surprise.'

'Justin, you're in the cabin next to Matt and Andy. They know where to go, they'll take you there. Your bags should be there already. It's drinks on the stern promenade in twenty minutes. Bye boys.'

White-jacketed stewards circulated with silver trays under the awning that protected the deck. The sun sparkled on the blue and clear waters, and gulls screamed overhead. The low houses of Basseterre with their coloured, corrugated roofs climbed up the hill opposite, and Justin watched as a ferry slipped its moorings at the long quay, and moved out past the yacht, saluting it with three tremendous blasts on its horn. The yacht's reply was even more impressive. Justin smiled and waved at the laughing people lining the ferry deck. They waved back. He sipped on something that was called ginger ale, but tasted like nothing he'd ever tried before. It was crammed with vegetation and clinked with ice.

A speedboat approached the yacht from the harbour, bouncing across the waves. Its pilot brought it elegantly alongside the companionway and a group of five or six young men clattered up into the ship, and headed towards the stern. Peter Peacher was obvious. Blond and naturally pale, like his elder brother but far better built and decidedly handsome. He swept the crowd, saw Justin, and plunged towards him. He stopped abruptly in front of him, put his hands on his hips, and comically sized him up. 'So, hi there foster-bro!'

'Uh ... hi,' responded Justin, a bit taken aback.

'You gave Matt a hard time didn't you?'

'Er yeah, I did.'

'Me too. He brings out the worst in good-looking boys. It's the perfection. It gets up your nose. You are nice looking too ... a lot like my Timmy. So is it true you're a criminal?'

Justin leered, 'Only a petty one.'

Peter laughed and put an arm round his shoulder, 'Come and meet my Timmy babe. Nice to have another gay kid on board ... top or bottom?'

'Bottom mostly. Is this the sort of things gays ask each other?'

'Nah, I'm just salaciously curious. You don't look like the guy who goes under. You look too aggressive for that.'

'Iss over-compensation.'

'What did you think of Terry O'Brien?'

Justin got enthusiastic. 'He's me hero. Awesome bloke.'

Peter smiled, 'Mine too. That guy changed my life. I date everything that's gone right in my life from the day I met him.'

Peter laughed happily. It was instant affection as far as Justin was concerned. He liked this guy, but Tim rocked him when they were introduced. Dark and tanned and of a height with him, there was a definite attraction, although he was more pretty than handsome. This was a first for Justin, he'd never had a sudden sexual fixation before; even Nathan had taken a while to arouse him. Tim's smile was a little secretive, as if they were already sharing a private joke. He was turned right on by Tim's slim and elegant ankles below his cargo shorts and above his sockless trainers; very little hair on his brown legs, Justin noticed. He wanted to see the rest of his body, very much. Tim was talking to a group of big males, rather bigger than both of them, who must be the Business School set.

Justin hung round on the fringes of the group, but couldn't see an entry and wandered off back to the rail feeling suddenly out of it. Matt and Andy were nowhere to be seen and Sylvia was talking to two younger kids, the twins that he'd hear about, what were their names? Ed and Harriet. Justin stared down through the dim depths of the perfectly transparent water, seeing fish float past in shoals. He wondered whether there were sharks.

Someone joined him at the rail. 'Love the hat,' said Tim.

Justin smiled a little shyly, a first for him. 'Hi.'

'It's gorgeous out here ain't it?'

'Hmm. I never thought I'd ever see it.'

'What?'

'The sea.'

'What? You've never seen the sea before?'

'Nah. Only from the jet when we came over. Seen it on the telly, course. But it don't prepare you for the smells and the sounds. S'fantastic.'

'You seem to be handling this all very well, Justin.'

'Call me Justy, Tim. Me mates do. Matt and Andy are cool guys, once you get used to 'em. They've been really good to me and as long as they're around I'm OK.'

'The Yale crowd were a bit much though, weren't they?'

'Yeah ... well. I'm only sixteen. Can't be expected to have big rich lads like that interested in talkin' to me.'

'Oh, I dunno,' smiled Tim, 'I think you're really interesting.'

Now I wonder what that meant, Justin thought. 'Cheers,' he said, wondering if he dared push things on a bit. 'You're pretty amazing too, if you don't mind me saying.'

Tim dropped his eyes and smiled the smile, 'I don't mind it at all, especially from you, Justin.'

Justin smiled back, 'How long you and Pete been an item?'

'Since junior year. He stopped them bullying me in high school, and came out so as to defend me. He was so cool about it, and what a god, eh?'

'He's totally fit. It must be amazing havin' sex with a guy with a bod like that.'

'What's your boyfriend like?'

'Not too unlike Pete, but not quite so big or so muscular. Nate's my rock. Anything good in me is built on him.'

Tim looked impressed, 'I don't think anyone could put their love better, boy or girl. There's a lot more to you than rumour lets on, Justin.'

'Justy.'

'That's cool. Tell me how you and Nathan met.'

Justin spent the next half hour telling the story of his arrest, his forced labour at Anderson's and how he found himself in Nathan's arms. Peter brought them drinks and stayed to pick up the thread of the story. He was particularly interested in the bugging of the house in Highgate.

Justin paused, 'So yer know all about this guy Anson, do you?'

'Oh yeah. Did you hear the story of how Terry took him down?' asked Peter

'Nah, just hints like.'

'It's quite sexy. He told us in Santa Barbara when we were ratted and we were ...' Peter looked at Tim, 'can I tell him?'

'He's your foster bro. It's time you decided whether you trust him or not.'

'OK. Justy, this must not go further. Andy, Matt and my dad and stepmom do not know this, but me and Tim have done group sex with Terry and his boyfriend Ramon, couple of times now.'

'Jeez! Have you had Terry's huge dick up ...'

'Oh yeah.'

'What? Both of you?'

'Absolutely. Although not simultaneously, big though he is.'

'Wow. Envy ... envy. So, er ... you were saying about how he took down Anson?'

They were still talking intently when the chief steward appeared at Mrs Peacher's shoulder with the announcement that dinner would be served in half an hour. She clapped her hands and told the party that it was time to dress.

Justin, Tim and Peter headed to their cabins, and Justin got the suit off its hangers. It fitted like a glove. He managed everything, even the crimson cummerbund, apart from the tie. He tried to follow the instruction card, and was just panicking when Andy knocked on the door to check on him.

'Do me tie, Andy, or I'll be in tears soon.' Andy obliged and brought him next door into his cabin where there was a big mirror. He covered Justin's eyes till he had him in the right position.'

'OK, Justy, let me get your hair right. Now you can look.'

'Oh me God!' Andy and Matt were looking proudly at a glamorous boy in immaculate tropical evening dress. He almost burst into tears.

'Not just cute now, Justy,' said Matt, 'You've crossed over into downright handsome.'

'Thass me, innit?'

'It's you, you heart-breaker. Let me get a picture.'

They walked him into dinner. He was seated between Tim and Pete, opposite the captain, in the ship's large wardroom. He was intrigued to see at last the great Richard Peacher down the table, next to his wife. He was now in his early fifties and thought by some to be the richest man in the world, although many disputed it. He caught the man's eye, and suddenly felt very small.

He chatted to Peter and Tim with growing intimacy. He liked it that they didn't push the fact that they were students down his throat. They had that modesty and lack of self-consequence that he had liked in his Nathan. Instead they spent their time being funny and outrageous at their end of the table. The captain was guffawing at their humour opposite, while Matt and Andy were deeply grateful to Peter for taking Justin under his wing. Only the Yale boys were uncomfortable. They had clearly hoped to monopolise the young billionaire, as well as freeload. Justin also decided with justifiable smugness, that he looked better in evening dress than any of them. He had no more qualms about sit-down dinners. If Matt hadn't been all too obviously monitoring his alcohol intake, he would have been perfectly happy.

After the dinner, people drifted out into the tropical night, with the stars blazing in the sky above them. Justin, who had only ever seen the orange and obscured night sky of a great city was quite amazed.

Tim had come out with him. The milky way could actually be seen crossing the sky like pale mist. 'It's fantastic isn't it, Justy?'

Justin had never been aesthetically moved before in his life, but now he was. His soul was awake and he held his breath as he looked at the stars blazing like blue diamonds in the velvet of the firmament. He shivered, not with cold in that tropical night, but moved by the inhuman beauty of Creation.

His hand blindly sought Tim's, and was gripped. 'London and Holloway seems like it belongs to a different universe, all the grey streets, damp and fog. I keep feeling I'm gonna wake up soon in me bedroom in me ma's flat, and it'll all have been an incredible dream.'

Tim was very close to him, and had taken him round the waist, he whispered close in Justin's ear, 'It's real OK, Justy, as real as you and me, as real as the feelings I think we have for each other.' Then Justin realised he was being seduced by another boy, a boy who turned him on rather too much.

'What about you and Pete?'

'Pete knows how horny I am, he shares me with his friends. He was sucking me as Terry took me from behind ... my idea of heaven, at least till I saw your pretty face and slim bod ...' He closed and their lips met, Tim's small pink tongue licked at Justin and Justin duelled back with his own. Then they were kissing with real passion, and Tim's hand had snaked inside Justin's trousers and was scrabbling to grip his all too obvious erection. Justin was not fighting the moment, although a part of him was tapping its foot with its arm crossed and frowning, and Nathan and Pete were standing behind it unhappily.

Tim was on his knees now and his lips were closing around Justin's penis, sucking him deeply into his mouth. Justin seized the back of his head and began moving in Tim's mouth. He came forcefully after only a few minutes, and Tim rose to share his ejaculation with him, feeding it back into his mouth. Justin swallowed his own semen and licked into Tim's mouth. Eventually they separated, Tim replacing Justin's now flaccid member inside his trousers and zipping him up.

Tim patted Justin's crotch and grinned. 'Gotta do this again, Justy, oh yeah ... and maybe more. Night.' He left, whistling to himself.

Justin had managed to get hold of cigarettes, and he lit up one as he looked over the side at the phophorescent water. He retrieved his mobile and rang Nathan's number.

'Justy!' he heard a sleepy voice say, 'Oh Justy, thanks for ringing.'

'Oops. What time is it where you are?'

'Four in the morning.'

'Ohmigod! I'm so sorry. I'm crap at maths.'

'Don't matter. I'm just so glad to hear you. Wassup?'

'Well, Nate,' he began, 'You won't believe this ...' He talked for twenty minutes.