The Chav Prince
It was three days before Justin was paired up again with Nathan. In the meantime, he worked patiently and obediently with the other men, if a little slowly. Mr Anderson was delighted, as was Tanya the case officer, who put it down to the drugs.
It was a Friday when the van arrived with a beaming Nathan in the front seat. Justin's heart leaped, and a most unaccustomed broad smile on his face startled Anderson, until he noticed that it mirrored Nathan's. Ah... that's it, he thought. The boys have made friends. That's good. Nathan's a fine lad and a great role model.
The van took them south to Highgate, and dropped them off at the same big house where Justin had fatefully met Andrew Peacher. They unloaded their tools and transferred the grobags and bark chippings up the drive to the back of the house.
Anderson smiled at Justin, 'Now be good,' he said.
And Justin smiled back, 'I will,' he promised.
As the van disappeared, the two boys looked at each other, wondering how to take up where they had left off. They had matching erections.
'Just, we gotta do the work,' Nathan said.
'But I want you to know I've not thought of anything but you since Tuesday.'
'Me too... can we, y'know...'
'Oh yeah, we certainly can, if we can find somewhere. And I gotta have your number and stuff. But Just, I don't even know your surname.'
'Hi,' he grinned, holding out his hand, 'I'm Nathan Underwood.'
Justin grinned back, 'Pleased to meetcha. Say, didn't I have your cock in my mouth a few days ago?'
'D'you know, I believe you did.'
They laughed, moved hesitantly towards each other, then hugged, hard. They quickly broke apart, taking the tools and gardening materials out on to the big patio. It was a glorious, pollution-free day and they could see the panorama of the Thames basin blue in the morning light over the fence.
'D'you think that Peacher bloke is still here?'
'Embarrassed now are you?'
'Er... not really, they call me Animal for a reason. I don't have much of a conscience.'
So they worked hard all morning, sweating in the heat. Nathan looked over at Justin from time to time. The boy was looking fitter and a lot less pale. He had adopted Nathan's working garb of boots and cutoffs. Nathan wondered if he had done it deliberately as a sign of trust and affection. Justin's thick dark hair was growing out too, and he was looking less lean and wolfish.
Nathan was besotted with the boy, as he freely admitted to himself. What worried him was that he knew so little about him, and what little he knew was alarming. The boy had been sexually abused, was a petty criminal, had a stack of ASBOs against him, and was controlled by drugs. If a relationship ever had total disaster written all over it, this was it. But his heart beat hard when he was close to him. It seemed that in some way he loved him, he really did, although what it was he loved, he could not say. The boy was all he could think about, and sex with him had been magnificent beyond anything else he had ever experienced.
About ten thirty, the guy from the garage office came out with bottles of water and a flask of coffee. He introduced himself as Dave and said they could go in and use the loos in the big house, providing they went through the kitchen door and kept off the carpets. They smiled and thanked him. As he disappeared, Justin leaned up against Nathan and told him what he had seen Dave and his boyfriend up to last week. Nathan's cutoffs bulged at the graphic description.
'Wanna try that?'
'Take it from me, and I should know, it's worth a go. And... I'd like you up me Nate. You're cool and nice and... loving. It'd be good with you. I really want it. I do. More than anything.'
'I dunno, Just. I'm not sure I'm up for that yet. And there's issues about protection and stuff. I got no condoms or lubricants. The idea of going into a chemist and buying them gives me the chills.'
Justin shrugged, 'Well, sometime maybe. The offer's always there. I even had a big shit and washed my arse out for you this morning.'
Nathan laughed, 'That's so touching, Just. And I'm not saying no, just that it's a big step for me. So keep washing your arse out.'
At lunchtime they were working side by side bedding plants in a border, Justin nudged Nathan and suggested that it was time for a wazz, know what I mean. They got up and went in through the kitchen door. The kitchen was large and looked like something out of a Sunday colour supplement.
'Wow. This Peacher guy certainly got cash, ain't he.'
Nathan said, 'No, he doesn't own it. It belongs to an English guy called White. Peacher is gay and White's his boyfriend. Mostly they're in the States, but White runs a media firm here in London.'
Justin took it all in, 'Well that would explain Dave the bottom boy in the garage then. Maybe he screws him when his boyfriend's away.'
'A gay who prefers it up his arse. I think I may be one.'
'Well yeah, but also a bottom... seriously, I'd like you inside me, Nate.'
'I know. But we gotta be careful.'
'You don't trust me, do ya.'
'It's not that, but I don't know if I want to, and yeah... tell me with a straight face that your dick hasn't been in some strange places!'
'Fair enough.' They took off their boots and left them in the kitchen. They padded barefoot past the downstairs loo, then climbed the wide stairs, lit by a dramatic stained glass window, and found the magnificent upstairs bathroom, a dream in white tiles, ceramic and stainless steel. Their cut offs were soon on the floor and their erections proudly on display. Justin knelt and worshipped Nathan's dick, starting by licking and sucking his testicles and then pushing behind them to the hot and hairy place between Nathan's sturdy thighs.
'Can you get on your back, Nate?'
Nathan did what he was asked, and Justin pushed his legs back on his chest, exposing his anus. 'God, I really, really wanted to do this,' he murmured to himself.
Justin began licking and sucking on Nathan's virgin hole, swirling his insistent tongue round the puckered crater, savouring the musky odour of the boy and the salt of his sweat.
'Oh man, this is incredible,' Nathan groaned, his hand on his own erection, stroking it gently. Justin was patient and enjoyed the groans and squirming he was producing in Nathan. He finally broke off and pushed a finger gently inside him, and then another, twisting and stroking. 'Aw yeah, aw God,' was Nathan's response.
'You want it too, dunya?' he whispered.
'Come on Nate, do it to me now.'
Nathan struggled up and copied Justin's moves. He noticed how clean the boy was now between his legs, and his anus smelled still of its morning soaping. He put two fingers in Justin, and then found he would take three with ease and enthusiasm. As he was probing and twisting, Nathan looked up and caught sight of a box on the bathroom shelf. He pulled his fingers out of Justin, stood up, leaned over and took a condom.
'You really want me to?' he asked.
Justin looked seriously up at him, 'Please... please, Nate. Fill me up.'
Nathan rolled the sheath down on himself and returned between Justin's splayed legs. He caught them under the knees, pushed them back over his shoulder and got ready.
'Hang on,' cautioned Justin. He gobbed on his fingers and rubbed the copious spit in and around his hole. 'OK. Fuck me.'
Nathan positioned his cock and thrust. There was little resistance. He slid home in the boy in almost one go. There was a brief, muffled yelp and then a slow escape of breath, and finally a deep groan of lust. He was looking down at Justin's face. It was transformed. Gone was the spoiled and aggressive brat. He was looking at the exalted and ecstatic face of a fulfilled lover, and it was a moving sight. The boyish good looks had been liberated of the egotism that had taken possession of them. Justin was now a boy to be desired, and there was something both touching and beautiful in his face. This was why he had fallen for him. Nathan, a boy used to realising the beauty of a planted garden, had seen this boy's human beauty waiting to escape its winter.
Buried deep inside Justin and looking longingly in his face, he could do nothing other than say, 'I love you, Just.'
Justin arched and bit his lips, his eyes pleading for more, 'Me too... love you Nate. Oh God, do me! Now!' He arched and gasped again as Nathan began moving in him. Nathan took his time, and got more and more excited as Justin's moans moved from lustful to ecstatic and beyond. He was fucking another boy's brains out. At some point Justin completely lost it and began burbling a mindless stream of profanities. Then he arched, his balls tight and his dick spraying semen over both their chests. That was it, Nathan began screwing in earnest and his own ejaculation stopped time for him for a good thirty seconds. They collapsed together in a tight embrace, their mouths sucking on each other's.
'Oh God, God, God,' gasped Justin, 'That was sex the way it was meant to be. No girl did that for me. I really, really love you Nate.'
They lay together on the bathroom floor for a while. Nathan sniffed Justin's armpit. 'We smell like a rugby player's jockstrap, Justy babe.'
'Stay with me, I'm experimenting here.'
Justin laughed, 'Natty babe.'
'Don't be mean. You said you loved me.'
Justin looked earnestly into his eyes, 'And I do. It's a first for me. I'd never have guessed my first would be a gardener's apprentice. But I've been ploughed by a professional, thass for sure.
'Let's sneak a shower, huh?'
Nathan flushed away the used condom. The shower was brilliant, needle sharp and hot. They kissed and soaped each other under the thunder of water, and emerged clean and relaxed. The bathroom clock said it was one thirty. Nathan sighed, 'Back to work, mate.' They tidied up and resumed their shorts, took each other's hands and walked out laughing on to the landing and straight into the path of a very beautiful man who had just come softly up the stairs.
He gave them a quick once over as they stood rigid, with mouths open. 'So who's been soaping in my shower, the Two Bares?'
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