Chapter Nine

9.1 Jaimee meets with the boy's dad

‘Hello . . . ummm Ken Wilson here.’

‘Ummm ken . . . look it’s . . . it’s Jaimee in number ten. I’ve got something I need to talk to you about. I definitely don’t want to talk over the phone, so . . . so, could you possibly pop up to my place as soon as you can?’

‘Jeeessuss Jaimee, you sound terrible. If you’re in trouble perhaps the wife can help with whatever’s wrong. I’ll just see if . . .’

‘NO, NO please Ken . . . I just need to talk to you. Look . . . somethings happened and it involves the boys, and . . . and I need to see you alone . . . please!’

‘MY BOYS? They’re here at home I think doing their homework. What . . . I mean . . . Shit tell me please mate. Now you’ve got me worried. Can’t you tell me . . .’

‘NO . . . not over the phone, you’ll understand when . . . look please Ken can you come up . . . now if you can?’

‘FUCK! Absolutely . . . I’ll be right up. Do you want me to bring the lads with . . .’

‘No! Please . . . just yourself . . . and . . . can I ask that you not say anything to them until we’ve talked? you’ll understand when we talk.’

‘I’m on my way.’

Jaimee put the phone down with trembling hands. He dreaded having to impart such awful news to a parent. He didn’t have to wait long . . . five minutes in fact, before the doorbell rang.

In his late forties, Ken Wilson stood about 180 cm with a wiry body. His prematurely gray hair gave him a look of dignity, but now, striding into Jaimee’s lounge, he looked extremely distressed.

‘For god’s sake Jaimee what’s going on? I’m an anxious wreck. Tell me quickly, I love my boys and if any harm . . .’

‘Please sit Ken. What I’m about to say is very difficult for me. I wish . . .’

‘OH SHIT! CUT THE CRAP. TALK!’

‘OK, there’s no easy way to say this. This afternoon I came home and found my partner Simon . . . my EX partner Simon, having sex with your two boys . . .’

At this Ken erupted and leaped out of his chair.

‘WHAT! . . . WHAT DID YOU SAY?’

‘I said . . .’

‘I heard you! you bastard, you bloody rotten poofter bastard, you took advantage . . . I’LL KILL . . .’

‘NO KEN . . . NOT ME! MY ex-partner Simon . . . I’ve thrown him out because I’m just as disgusted as you are, you must believe me . . . I WOULD NEVER, EVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF AN UNDERAGE KID!’

‘OH MY GOD! OH MY POOR BOYS! This is awful . . . Look I’m sorry . . . I know you wouldn’t . . . OH NO, I can believe. Were . . . were they . . . were they . . . penetrated? Should I call a doctor . . . maybe hospital. FUCK . . . this can’t be happening. Oh hell . . . I’m gonna be sick . . . JAIMEE WHERE’S . . .?’

Jumping up quickly, Jaimee pulled an ashen-faced Ken to his feet and rushed him into the toilet. Just in time, because Ken started to heave his guts up. Heartrending sounds of vomiting and gagging ensued as Jaimee waited outside, starting to feel a bit queasy himself. Eventually, the father emerged white-faced and distressed. Jaimee directed him to the bathroom to clean up.

Soon Ken returned to the lounge room somewhat embarrassed.

‘Are you feeling better? (a slow nod) . . . look Ken it’s taken me some hours to calm myself down. All I’m concerned about now is the boys. For your sake, I’m not gonna say what they were doing, but definitely, there wasn’t any penetration. Are you OK to talk? . . . Shit! I need a drink. How about . . .?’

‘Make mine a triple scotch if you have any . . . please. I’m shocked and if I weren’t so angry I’d probably shed tears. I understand why you needed to talk alone. OH SHIT! The poor lads . . .’

Ken slumped into a chair and looked crushed. His face had a vacant look about it and his eyes clouded over. When Jaimee returned with the booze Ken took one great gulp and drained the glass. Jaimee poured a refill. Sitting back down and taking a big swig himself, he looked over at his neighbor.

‘I’m so sorry Ken. If you’re over the shock you have to decide where to go from here. Whatever you decide I’ll support you as much as I can. Right now I’m concerned that we keep the lads out of this horror. If you want to get the cops involved then so be it! I want to see the bastard punished, but not if it’s gonna be detrimental to the boys.’

Although Ken seemed not to be listening, he responded to Jaimee’s remark.

‘Of course, I want the bastard punished . . . No, I want him dead! How can you not want me to go to the police? This is a crime and the cunt should be reported. I don’t understand your logic. I’m still . . . I’m still a bit off balance. Explain yourself!’

‘Simple. If you go to the cops they’ll have to get statements from your lads and eventually will appear as witnesses in any court case. They’ll be subject to harrowing questions from a defense attorney who’ll cut them orally to shreds to protect the accused. Can your boys withstand that trauma? And what if they really are gay? What will this do to them emotionally? I’m not saying they are, but you’re gonna have to talk compassionately to them. Look, I’m not in your shoes Ken, and believe me I wish this never, never happened. But it has.’

For several minutes, the father just looked blank, taking a sip of scotch every so often. Jaimee felt a mixture of guilt and sorrow. Guilt even if it wasn’t his fault. No father should have to deal with his children being sexually molested. Then Jaimee thought back to the bedroom scene and the fact that both boys were enthusiastic participants in the action - Complicated.

‘Of course (Jaimee continued) you could just pretend nothing happened, not talk with the lads, not tell your wife and not involve the cops. That’s an option . . . if you want.’

Slowly Ken regained some composure as he listened to Jaimee. He started to nod slowly as his brain went into action. After a short pause . . .

‘No, you’re right. If I make an official complaint in the end the bastard will probably get off and my kids could be left traumatized. But I’m certainly going to talk to them. How long ago did . . . did this happen?’

‘Let’s see, I got home about 2:30 pm and it’s just past five now. Yeah, two and a half hours. I ordered them straight home; I bet they’re shaking in their boots right now. I wasn’t harsh Ken, just firm, you better talk to them soon. What about your wife?’

‘Yes, that’s another issue. She’ll go off the deep end and want to involve the cops. But if I talk to her when she’s calmed down, she’ll see that it isn’t a good option at this time. (Thoughtfully) Jaimee, I don’t know much about this gay thing. I mean if the boys are . . . so inclined, what should I do?’

‘Just say you love them no matter what. At this point, all they need is reassurance you won’t abandon them. If they are . . . so inclined, let them work it out themselves. I can also ask any questions they may have, but I suspect your wife will categorize all gay people as evil. Look I’m so, so sorry Ken. I’m going to make Simon pay for this but don’t have any plan at this time. I suspect you’ll want a piece of his flesh as well.’

‘Yes. yes, yes. Just as well he’s gone because . . . because I’m not sure I could control myself. Ummm . . . sorry for before. I shouldn’t have gone off half-cocked but . . but well you shocked me. I’m still a bit raw. What about you? Will you be OK?’

‘Don’t worry about me. I’ve had to dump something terrible on you and now you’ve got to do some difficult and nasty talking. I’ll get the arsehole, Ken. Some way he’s gonna pay dearly, you look better now . . . geez I wish I could do something to help. I feel so useless and frustrated.’

With that Ken put down his glass and like an old man ambled slowly back downstairs.

9.2 Jaimee wakes up and thinks about his new life

Jaimee woke up Saturday morning with a bad hangover. After Ken left he kept boozing and imagining the drama happening two flights down. His immediate thoughts turned to last evening's events as he lay uncomfortably in his empty bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept alone.

Am I missing Simon already? How is it possible for a long-term romance to end so quickly? I meant what I said to him about always loving the old Simon; that’s something to cherish and be happy for, but the realization he‘d been cheating on me altered everything. I’m angry . . .yes! What can I do about it? Nothing! Will he turn nasty? Will he carry out his threat against Mickey? I just hope not! I’ve just got to get out of bed and move on with my life. After all, I’ve been promoted and can look forward to a new career. As the old saying goes . . . This is the first day . . .

Then he started thinking about Ken and the boys downstairs. He knew Ken Wilson to be a hard-working father who adored his kids and now faced an awful predicament.

Even though Simon apparently induced the boys into his sexual adventures, I still can’t help feeling guilty in some way, which is silly. However, I know the wife’s not a friendly person and now will assume all gay men are pedophiles . . . and that includes me. I’ll never again have the friendly relationship I had before with Ken . . . or the boys. I couldn’t tell Ken but both lads looked to be enjoying sex with Simon. I know from my own experience, young boys at twelve can be very sexually curious if not active. No, I can’t interfere . . . bloody fucking Simon! I wonder what Ken and his wife will do about Simon? I hope they see the downside of reporting Simon to the cops. I could also be in danger if they do; I didn’t tell the two cops when they arrived. Does this mean I’ve withheld evidence of a crime? SHIT!

For some time Jaimee struggled to reject such negative thoughts. It would be totally unfair if he got charged. Then, having dealt with the nasties, Jaimee turned to more pleasant things. He began to think about Paul and suddenly a marvelous warmth engulfed him. He suddenly realized that, with Simon gone, no impediment existed to pursuing a relationship, either sexual or emotional with the man.

Yes, yes, yes. I want, I want, I want. Subconsciously I’ve fallen in love with Paul and it’s only because of my loyalty to Simon that I’ve balked at taking it further. Now I can. Those beautiful blue eyes and fair hair, his wonderful tanned skin, and that body I could just glue myself to. He’s my love . . . not just my lover . . but my love. Now I’m hard . . . painfully hard, and need to . . .NO! I’ll wait. The first orgasm of my new life will be with . . . and for . . beautiful Paul. I must get up now . . . OH GOD . . . I can hardly wait!

After a quick shower and shave, a cup of instant coffee. He rang Paul who answered on the third ring.

(Breathlessly) Hello, Paul Hudson . . .’

‘Hi, Paul . . . is Mickey all right. I’d like to come over, soon if I can?’

‘(Concerned) Are you OK? How did your chat with the boy’s father go? I’ve been worried, really worried, Jaimee, you’ve had to contend with a bloody nightmare. I sat up half the night hoping to hear how you are. In fact several times I thought I’d just jump in the car and drive over, but canceled thinking you still might be involved with the dad. If I hadn’t heard from you this morning I would’ve come over . . . OH about Mickey he’s just great. When can I see you?’

‘I’m ready to drive right now. Is it convenient?’

‘Don’t be so bloody proper; of course, it’s convenient. Why are you still talking?’

9.3 Jaimee and Paul – at last.

‘How do you feel Jaime? It seemed we had a frustratingly long wait, and perhaps eventually when we finally consummated, a feeling of anticlimax?’

Jaimee rose up and, supporting himself on one elbow, looked down lovingly at the recumbent Paul.

‘Absolutely not! Reaching orgasm in your arms made me feel so wonderful and complete. Belonging to one person is so important to me; I never enjoyed that sensation with Simon. I need or want to give myself completely to you, Paul, and only ask what I can do for you to make you happy.’

‘I don’t know how to respond to that. I don’t know whether I’m worthy of your love. Since we first kissed I only wanted to make you happy sexually but I didn’t know how far I should go. I ached to please you because I’ve never felt such a physical and emotional attraction before. I remember on the beach having a terrible need to kiss you and be responsible for bringing you to orgasm. You tell me what you want me to do in our sex life and I’ll make sure you get the pleasure you deserve.’

They lay side by side, completely naked on Paul’s queen-sized bed. Mickey snored contentedly in a corner. As soon as Paul opened the front door they both frantically embraced. A long, deep, and passionate kiss followed, but their needs were more primitive so they raced to Paul’s bedroom with the big man leading the way. Quickly abandoning their clothes they molded themselves, each to the other, and enjoyed the friction of body against body and cock against cock. Their ensuing orgasms were loud and plentiful. Now recovering from their lust, and still with each other’s discharge congealing on their bodies, they were contented to just lay beside each other.

‘Let’s take it one step at a time. I can get an erection just looking at you Paul. The explosion we just enjoyed is a necessary overture to our new lives. As we find more about each other we will finesse our sex life. For now, I just so happy to be here with you and to feel your juice on me.’

‘On you . . . or in you?’

‘In me! As soon as possible in me, but I can wait till you’re ready.’

‘Ready! Wait till I’m ready? What do you think I’ve been dreaming about since our lunch. Look at this, doesn’t he indicate I’m ready?’

‘Such a beast. (laughing) How about some breckie, I don’t believe I’ve eaten since I had lunch yesterday? I just boozed last night until I passed out, and this morning I so needed to see you I just grabbed a cup of instant and headed your way. Feed me, please? That thing of yours is so tempting.’

Out in the kitchen, Jaimee watched Paul as he prepared breakfast. Still naked except for a pair of boxers, his body rippled with muscles as he moved around. Jaimee decided Paul had great long legs. Not overly muscled, they were sleek, streamlined, tanned, and covered with small fair hairs. With the food ready, Paul set two plates and put a pile of eggs, bacon, and link sausages in the middle, inviting Jaimee to serve himself. The coffee this time came from freshly ground beans; a far cry from Jaimee’s instant.

Neither spoke as they ate, but every so often they’d look across at each other and smile – a connection between two lovers. But both knew they faced problems. With the food demolished they sat back and enjoyed the coffee. Jaimee looked into Paul’s eyes as he opened the conversation.

‘We have to stop ignoring the elephant sitting on the table Paul. I’m so happy now, I don’t really want to talk about unpleasantness but we must, you know what I’m talking about?’

‘Yes baby I do, and it’s high time I opened up to you. Firstly . . .’

‘Look, if it’s gonna make you uncomfortable we can . . .’

‘NO! We have to be honest with each other and you deserve to know what you’re stepping into. I can’t share my life with you without acknowledging my problem. I know I’m in trouble Jaimee and I can surmise what you found in your audit. Before I go any further, you’re not responsible Jaimee; if you’re feeling guilty please . . . (Jaimee went to interrupt) no, let me finish . . . you were just doing your job, you concluded we’re laundering money didn’t you? (Jaimee nodded) It was always going to happen and I warned mother at the start not to get involved. But, you don’t know my mother, she’s ruthless and . . .’

‘I gather she’s the driving force. What’s your dad’s role? Does he have any say or control over her?’

‘None! He’s just a mouth and as weak as piss. The only joy I have is that neither of them are my biological parents. I (wistfully) wish I knew who they were . . . or are.’

‘Have you ever investigated or asked?’

‘Oh yes, many times. When I came to realize how evil the Hudsons were, I knew I must find my biologicals but every time I came to a dead end. But, let’s put that aside for now. What’s happening to the audit report . . . or is it inappropriate to ask?’

‘Well, it’s outta my hands. It’ll go to a partners meeting and they’ll decide what to do. I did mention I thought you’d been coerced into being an unwilling participant in any skullduggery. What we must do now is get you cleared of any wrongdoing. Is it possible to develop a case to clear yourself?’

‘(Laughing) Ever since the laundering started I’ve kept a secret file of emails, conversations, and other documents. I even have recordings of meetings with my parents where I objected to the money laundering. Of course, nothing happened because they were making millions privately off the drug deal. I’m sure your sharp brain had figured it out. I don’t get a cent, Jaimee. Oh yes, they assured me I would benefit in their wills but day-to-day, I just live on my meager salary and of course, the fringe benefits. I haven’t benefited . . . oh shit . . . ’

At this point, Paul began to cry, softly at first, and then like a dam breaking tears just poured out. He sat in front of an anguished Jaimee with shoulders heaving uncontrollably. Jaimee stood up, went behind him, and wrapped his arms about his distressed lover. Eventually, Paul’s sobbing lessened, and with tear-filled eyes, Paul looked up.

‘Thank you! I’m ashamed for crying like a baby, you don’t need this, but thank you anyway.’

‘Nonsense! you’re carrying a burden that doesn’t belong to you. I bet your parents – if I can use that term - aren’t losing any sleep over the matter. It seems they fully expect you to take the heat whilst they get away blameless. They disgust me. But you need to seek legal advice. Do you know a good attorney, someone who’s not associated with the church? ‘

‘Not off hand but you’re right, I do need to speak to someone about my status. I’ve thought about it many times but just kept putting it off. I guess I got fatalistic and didn’t give a damn about what would happen to me. Now, with you in my life, I’ve got a reason to look to a future. If I hadn’t met you boyo, my life would be dismal.’

‘Well we have met and I’m so glad because for the first time in my life I’m totally in love. I get excited when I think about spending my life with you boyo. I hope I don’t sound like a schoolgirl but whilst you made breckie I perved on you: your body, even from the back excites me. Just one look and I’m horny. I can’t believe . . .’

Just then Jaimee’s phone rang and Paul nodded for him to answer it.

‘Jaimee here. Who . . .’

‘Oh Jaimee it’s Ken. Do you have time to talk?’

‘Yes Ken, please. I’ve been wanting (Paul indicated he should put the call on loudspeaker) to call you anyway. How did . . .’

‘How did it go? Probably the worst night I’ve spent in a long . . .’

‘(Upset) Oh geez, I’m so sorry Ken. To think I’m to blame for your pain . . .’

‘No, no Jaimee not you. Don’t you be so hard on yourself; you had nothing to do with the problem. It’s a problem we, as parents, would have to face sooner or later. I took your advice and talked to the boys alone, and using a gentle approach. At first, they were scared but because I told them I loved them, no matter what, eventually they opened up. Kurt has always been more outgoing and he told me your friend Simon approached him first. Apparently, Kurt started having feelings about other boys since about 9 y.o or so and then found about Billy being gay soon after. Can you believe it, two boys twins and they’re both . . . ?’

‘It happens Ken, and particularly with twins. What about your wife; how’s has she taken the news?’

‘Bad, real bad! She’s more of a problem and I only hope, for the boys' sake, she mellows quickly. Anyway, it appears your Simon tried several times to seduce Kurt and he eventually caved in. Billy joined in soon after. (choke) I’m sorry, it’s hard for a parent to talk about his babies having sex so young . . .’

‘Ken I can’t even imagine what you’re going through. I wouldn’t know what to do in your situation. At least now it’s out front and you can deal with it. If there’s anything I can . . .’

‘Look, that’s why I need to talk to you. My wife insists I do something about this Simon. She wants me to go to his employer, explain the situation, and demand he gets fired. She finally agreed not to go to the cops but insists . . . and I mean really insists, that he be punished. I’m going to do this but would you be willing to make a statement about what you saw going on in the bedroom yesterday?’

‘Of course Ken, but how do we make sure the cops won’t get involved? I mean the real estate people have to give him some reason for firing him. I just don’t want this to backfire on the kids. How are you gonna handle that?’

‘At this point, I’m not bloody sure; I’ll just play it by ear. My wife insists on accompanying me and I’m scared she might get out of control. But that’s my problem; all I need from you is a statement if you’re willing to do that.’

‘Certainly . . . no problem. I’ll start working on it straight away. As soon as . . .’

‘Thanks, it’ll take a few days to set up an appointment so it’s not immediately urgent. By the way, do you know what this Simon is doing or where he’s staying?’

‘No. I don’t. If I find out I’ll let you know. Really sorry Ken . . .’

‘Before I go I want to thank you for telling me about the boys. That took a lot of courage, particularly because you knew I’d react badly. I’m sorry I called you names . . .’

‘Forget it Ken; although unpleasant, it’s the right thing to do. Look after yourself man, and give my regards to the boys: they haven’t done anything wrong. I just hope they understand that.’

‘They’re getting there . . . bye Jaimee.’

When Jaimee hung up Paul leaned over and said,

‘You handled that well Jaimee, you have a knack for dealing with people. I’m not sure about making a statement though because it may bounce back at you. After all, you should’ve reported the matter to those two cops and now you could be accused of withholding evidence. Are you OK with that?’

‘Not particularly, but I feel obliged to help the guy out. Unreasonably I still feel a little guilty. On the other hand, I want Simon to pay for the pain he’s caused. I have to take a chance, Paul.’

They just looked at each other and as Jaimee watched Paul’s eyes, a predatory gleam appeared. Then softly,

‘I can’t wait any longer Jaimee, I need to penetrate you. Since that first day, I’ve fantasized about being deep inside your body and pleasuring you. But it’s more than that; I need to spill myself within you, not just for relief but to make you mine. I want to see you walk around knowing my seed is being absorbed by your flesh. This is so important, I hope I’m not freaking you out?’

‘(Hoarsely) Oh god no! Freaking me out? No way. I want that too; very much do I want that too. I need to tell you I’m inclined to be a Sub. I want to give you every pleasure my body can provide. My pleasure comes from watching and hearing you enjoying yourself. In fact, I’m gonna cum before you do, because I want to watch your face as you climax and feel your hot seed pouring into me. If I sound a slut . . .’

‘OH WOW! I’ve always wanted to dominate and now I find someone who’s happy for me to live out my most wonderful fantasies. This just can’t get any better. God, I’m so hard now I could just explode looking at you. But I want to last . . . for both of us. Here’s what’s gonna happen; in a minute I’m taking you into the bedroom and for a short time I’ll prepare your body. When I think you’re ready, I’ll take it slow entering to try and maximize your pleasure. Tell me what you like. I know how to tease your prostate gland and I’ll do that slowly so you’ll build towards your own climax. The louder you shout the more I get turned on. Soon . . .’

‘Stop! Stop! your words are getting me more than ready. I don’t think I’ll need any preparation, you’ve got me dripping wet. I’m so happy to be your Sub; let’s talk about the other stuff we can do. After all, I don’t mind kinky because I trust you. This is beyond my wildest dreams. Did God send you to me?’

Wordlessly, Paul came around the table and, standing Jaimee up, picked up his lover and carried him into the bedroom.

9.4 Afterglow

Exhausted from their lovemaking Paul and Jaimee lay side by side in the afterglow of their climaxes. True to his word Paul had plugged Jaimee so none of his semen would escape. Jaimee still had his own ejaculate drying on his skin and enjoyed the sensation. Paul rested comfortably and seemed to be snoozing. It gave Jaimee time to gather his thoughts.

How lucky am I, to find a kindred soul. On a sex level, we each give to the other whatever their needs are. For some time now I found out I preferred to be a Sub, so when Paul said he preferred to be Dominant, I almost pissed myself with happiness. Did God really send him to me? yeah, we got problems but we meld so well together we’ll work these out together. And he’s such a considerate lover. He entered me so slowly I almost felt like shouting to get on with it! And did he know how to use his cock . . . I can’t wait to go again. But I mustn’t have too much too soon because he may get tired of me. Now I best get started on the statement I have to give to Ken.