The Chav Prince


By Michael Arram

They sketched out their plans in the garden while they worked through the afternoon. There would be no delay, tomorrow would be the big breakout, and Nathan had a lot of instructions to memorise. He was a little awed at Justin's grasp of detail and decisive planning.

'Iss me criminal mind, Nate,' he said, and laughed, a little unsettingly for Nathan.

They checked the cellar window before Mr Anderson came to get them, a bush hid it from the direct sight of anyone in the converted garage, and you could swarm over the wall from a dark outside lane to get into the garden, the only danger point was a quick dash over the lawn, when you were exposed to the view of the house and the garage.

On Friday, they worked their last day together, digging a patio out in East Finchley. As Mr Anderson arrived he called Justin over and put his hand kindly on his shoulder.

'I just want you to know, kid, that I'm really pleased with what you've done.' He handed over a manila envelope. 'Here's your proper wage, same rate as Nathan. You've earned it. I hope things work out for you.' He shook his hand, and Justin stifled his resentment long enough to be civil in return.

The two boys managed a brief kiss goodbye in the van, while Anderson was outside.

'See you tonight, Justy,' Nathan whispered. Justin winked and left.

Dressed in a dark leather jacket and black jeans - an attention to detail he thought up all on his own - Nathan paced up and down outside the wall of the secure centre. It was ten thirty, curfew time. He could see the lights of the house through the moving branches of the trees in the grounds. Nathan was carrying a well-stuffed backpack full of his parents' unused holiday camping gear. He had found it forgotten under a tarpaulin in the garage. Time passed and Nathan hung round a bus stop, acting the part of a queue, and fading into the dark whenever a bus approached.

A gasp and a thud made him spin round. Justin had come over the spiked wall.

'Jeez, couldn'ave done that a month ago, all that hard work in the garden paid off, dinnit?'

Nathan grinned. 'How did you get out, Justy?'

'Oh, made a fuss about taking an early night, made up a false Justin out of pillows and black sacks, and sneaked across into the wardens' wing. I slipped out their private door while they did the bedtime check. The CCTV probably caught me, but it won't help them cos thye won't find out I'm gone till tomorrer. When's the next bus?'

'There'll be the N22 Night Bus in ten minutes.'

'How 'bout you, big boy? Where do your parents think you are?'

'Me? I'm on a sleepover with my old friend Chas in Ilford. They're not expecting me back till Sunday night. We got two days together, lover. How many times do you think you can get it up in forty eight hours?'

'How is your pretty butt, babe?'

'Don't hurt too much, I put some fingers up there before I came out, and it's definitely ready for another poke from Justin.'


A bus arrived and they got on, alighting at Highgate tube station. They threaded through the empty streets and cautiously slipped into the side lane that ran past Matt White's house. Nathan had left a pile of bags full of rubble at the point where they needed to get in. They swarmed up and over like commandos. Squatting down in the shelter of the border on the other side, breathing hard, they checked the house. It was quite dark. A light was flashing on the alarm box to indicate the system was live, but they knew the cellar window was not wired, and the movement sensor only scanned the basement stairs, not the cellars. A light was on in the upstairs garage flat at the other end of the garden, but the curtains were drawn. Nathan took off the backpack and held it. He felt a small kiss on his cheek, and he grasped Justin's warm hand. Clutching it, he raced low and silently over the lawn to the window, pushed it open and followed Justin down into the dark, pulling the pack behind him. He turned as he dropped to the floor and swung the window closed behind him. He pulled a wadded piece of black cloth out of his pocket and held it over the window as Justin detached the camping lamp from his pack and turned it on. Nathan had a handful of tacks and fixed the cloth to seal the window. He turned back to his lover with a grin.

'We done it! Let's set up camp.'

Justin was grinning back. He hefted the pack: 'Christ that's heavy,' he looked awed: 'and you managed to get over the wall and run with that weight on your back, you're amazing! Gives me ideas.'


'Dirty ones. Tell you later, stud.'

Nathan neatly laid out their supplies, a camp stove, pan and utensils; a stack of food and drink; spare clothing; bedding and an inflatable mattress and double sleeping bag. There were also plenty of spare batteries and a small radio. It was chilly outside but the heating pipes warmed the cellar, so it was comfortable to undress. The pair were soon naked in each other's arms on top of the bag, Nathan fondling his lover's instant erection and his tight, fully loaded balls.

'This is really cool, Justy. Did I ever tell you you were beautiful?'

Justin looked surprised, 'Not a word anyone has ever used about me, Nate.'

'But you are. Your hair's gotten reasonably long so you don't look like the convict you did when I first saw you. You've gotten less scrawny, and got a bit of tone.' He stroked his lover's nipples and swelling pecs. 'Your hair's nice when it don't smell of tobacco smoke, and your eyes are such a dark blue, they're really lovely when you smile.'

'Anything else?'

'Your dick's unbelievable.'

'It's not as long as yours.'

'But it's thick, permanently erect and those heavy balls of yours just pump out boyjuice non stop. I bet you can wank off two or three times in one go.'

'Er... it's true, I can.'

'You gotta show me.'

'What now?'

'I'll help.' Nathan closed on Justin's dick and suckled him to ejaculation, greedily drinking down the result as his lover arched under his ministrations. Giving a last lick to the twitching and highly sensitive head, causing Justin to squirm nicely, he began squeezing the still erect cock. 'One,' he murmured. The next time he used his hand and sent up a fountain of sperm over Justin's chest after five minutes pumping. 'Two,' he laughed. He grinned up at Justin as he licked up the white gobbets on his chest, and then he went to get some lube and oiled up the still erect dick. 'Now the big one.' He sat behind Justin and made him lay his shoulders back in his lap and his head on his belly. The younger boy's smooth skin was warm on top of him. 'OK, Justy, get going... this I gotta see. Can you do it?'

'I think so, babe.' He began stroking his still erect cock; he shifted and squirmed as he built up speed, and after five minutes frantic beating off he groaned out, 'It's coming!' He lifted off the ground and three large spurts shot up and back down on his hand. He lay back gasping, while Nathan cleaned him off again with his mouth.

'Mmm, love the Justy-juice! Christ, what a show. You made me feel inadequate.'

'Sorry, Nate. But you dared me. But now I'm running on empty and I can't fuck you. So you gotta fuck me.'

'Any particular way?'

'Yeah, hunk. I want you to do me like you do press ups. I'll get on my back, like this, and push my bum out, and you get on all fours over me, stick your cock in and go at it like the athlete you are.'

'I'll give it a go, Justy.' It was hard going, but Nathan finally came. It felt weird with only his sheathed penis in contact with his lover, panting below him, but somehow it focussed the orgasm tightly on his cock and it was very intense. He collapsed on Justin and, once the sweat had dried, they snuggled together in the bag. Nathan flicked the light out and they slept.

A dim light filled the cellar when they awoke. Nathan found his watch at their bedside. It was seven, and he turned to smile in Justin's face, which was looking soppily at his. They kissed, ignoring the morning breath in each other's mouths and the sweaty stench for last night's gymnastics.

'Do you shave much?' he asked Justin.

'Just once a week. How 'bout you?'

'Hardly even that much. Odd, cos my pubes are quite bushy.'

Nathan got up and squatted naked over the camp stove, getting the blue flames alight. He filled a kettle from the tap, and set it to boil. 'Gotta pee.'

'Me too.' They stood side by side on the cold and dusty concrete floor, grinning, and urinated down into the sink, sluicing the result down the drain. They took turns at washing their pits and bits, gasping at the coldness of the water. Then they kissed again until the bubbling kettle reminded them of its existence. They sat on the bed together, cradling the steaming instant coffee.

'I wouldn't mind waking up like this every day, Nate me mate.'

'That's sweet, but I think we'll do better than this one day.'


'I'm staying with you, my... my Justin, maybe not now, but one day. I don't want to leave you. This is where I should be. You're the reason I'm living now.' An overwhelming need to be with this boy almost stifled him with its power, all of a sudden. There were tears in his eyes.

'Jeez, Nate. That's... awesome. We'll work something out and get together one day. I know we will. But you can't give up your family, not now when your future depends on your work and your studying. I'm the crazy man, not you. Besides, at the moment I need you as my agent on the outside. I'm on the run, remember?'

'OK, but one day, lover... one day, and soon too.'

Nathan had packed small boxes of cereal and they had plastic bowls. They munched down their breakfast and Nathan washed up, still naked. They dressed.

'Do you think you'll get on the news?' Nathan asked.

'No. One more sixteen-year-old runaway kid in London. Who cares about people like me? The police'll keep an eye on me mum's flat, me mates and me usual haunts. But I won't go back there. They won't forget I exist, but they'll play the long term game with me.'

'Have you got a plan?'

'Sort of. How much money have we got?'

'There's your pay packet from Mr Anderson, very generous considering what an arse you were for the first fortnight, and there's the money from my building society I took out. It's four hundred pounds.'

'You're giving me all your cash?'

'Why not?'

'Wow... I could give you half a dozen reasons.'

'You're my Justin and I love you. All I have is yours...,' he smirked, 'especially my cock.' Then he laughed happily, and Justin began to be a little scared at the depth of commitment of this decent and sexy lover he had acquired.

'OK... that's more kindness than anyone's ever shown me. My plan is to use what we got to get a bedsit, and then a job to survive in it.'

'Good plan. And I'll help. With both our wages, you can be comfortable and we can shag all night long in your bed.'

Now tears were in Justin's eyes, for the first time since he was a small boy. 'Why are you doing this for me Nate? You know what I am.'

'You're my Justin, and I love you,' he repeated, with utter conviction in his blue eyes. It gave Justin a shiver.

They dressed, Justin was in his usual trackies and cap worn now for the second day, and Nathan put on blue jeans, white tee and overshirt. He looked really good out of overalls and work gear, Justin thought, and the clothes were clearly expensive. He had never seen Nathan in casuals, and it raised some questions about his background.

'We doan' match, Nate. You look like a million quid, and I look like shit. We'll look suspicious together, like I wuz your dealer or something.'

Nathan grinned, 'I was waiting for you to say that.' he pulled a bag out of the backpack. There were a selection of folded clothes. 'This is some of my stuff when I was fifteen and sixteen, it should fit you. Strip off, handsome.'

Nathan selected cargo pants, neat coloured cotton socks, a foreign tee shirt and an Oxford University hoodie; he removed the cap with a grimace. He looked at the result with satisfaction. 'You're no longer a chav, Justy. You look like a native of the prosperous suburbs... really. You could be a Highgate kid and the cops won't look at you twice. Wish we had a mirror. Thank God you didn't get tattooed and pierced.'

'I did. I got nipple rings and a belly piercing, I'd taken them out when the cops grabbed me and I couldn't put 'em back in. But I will one day juss for you. Take a look next time you're sucking my nips. But I never got tattoos, cos I'm squeamish. S'true. You hear stories.'

Nathan continued looking at him critically. 'It's your hair that does, it. It's thick, curly and dark now it's growing. Makes you look like a nice boy.'

'I am a nice boy... deep down. At least I always thought so, it was everyone else who was a shit.'

'Put these on,' Nathan said, producing a wooden bead necklace and a leather bracelet, 'They're mine, but I want you to have them Justy.'


'Cos it makes you feel closer to me, like we were engaged or something.'

Justin smiled at him, and put them on: it completed the picture of a pretty middle class teenage boy.

They peeked out the window. The garden was empty in the early morning sunlight, the lawn dusted with a grey dew. There was no sign of life from the garage, and the house above them was silent. The two boys swarmed up and out of the window, closing it silently and carefully behind them. They cautiously crept round the garden and shot over the wall, Nathan boosting Justin before vaulting athletically over himself.

'Hang on, mate,' Justin said as he lit his first cigarette of the day, and took a long drag. 'I need this.'

They idled back up the lane and out into the morning streets. Justin looked round, 'Where'll we go then?' He finished his fag and flicked the butt back down the lane.

Nathan did his best not to wince. 'Coffee would be nice.' Justin followed him through the streets into the village. They found a Starbucks already open and ordered large cups. They occupied two soft chairs and cradled their drinks. Nathan had found a Guardian and was looking over the sports page. He winced again as Justin put his feet on the table. 'Justy... please don't do that.'


'Your feet.'

Justin grimaced. The ritalin was wearing off and his careless urge to confront the world was resurfacing. But for the first time in his life he stood outside the urge, and his grimace became a grin. 'I gotta be a nice boy for you, aven' I, Nate?'

Nathan grinned back, 'It'll fool the cops.'

They passed an hour loafing in the coffee shop and then got a bus into town and had a good time laughing and joking along Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street. They had lunch in McDonalds, as Justin had dug his heels in when Nathan suggested a proper pizza place.

'You never been in a place with a menu?'

'McDonalds has got a menu,' Justin asserted.

'Yeah... on the wall. OK we do it your way, for now.'

'You're scaring me, Nate. You got ambitions to change me ain'chya'

'You're changing me too, Justy. Maybe we both need each other.'

How much Justin was changing Nathan became clearer to him when they got back to Highgate village. It was early evening, and the café bars were opening. Justin led them into a big one and they took a window table. A waiter came by and gave them a look, but since they looked respectable and ordered soft drinks he wasn't able to say anything.

'We don't look eighteen do we, Just?'

'No... but there's ways and means if yuh really want a drink.' He cast his eyes round the bar. Not far away were two guys sitting close together, one of them was covertly watching them. Justin gave a little smile and winked at the man. He whispered to his mate and they approached.

'What are you doing?' hissed Nathan, alarmed.

'Watch, babe.'

The men were tall and denim clad, maybe in their late twenties. Even to Nathan, it was obvious from their movements and glances that they were gay and very interested in them.

Justin gave them a look that could only be described as coquettish, 'Hey guys.'

'Hey,' said the bigger of the two, 'You and your friend looking to meet someone.'

'Maybe... we're also looking to get a proper drink.'

'Let us take care of that, boys.' He nodded at his friend, who disappeared and returned with two lagers.

They pulled up chairs and sat down. 'Thanks,' said Justin, 'I'm Mark and my boyfriend is Tom.'

'So how long have you two been together, Mark.'

'Couple of months. We go to Highgate School. Tom's captain of rugby, so if it ever got round we were gay he'd be mincemeat. But you won't tell will you?'

'No, we won't tell. My name's Clive and this is Frank. We're from out of town, so there's no chance it'd get back from us. You boys interested in a bit of fun?'

Justin gave a grin that would have shamed a satyr, 'Depends what you mean by... fun?'

'Oh nothing bad, believe me chickens. We're going on to a club we know down in Camden. If you've got some time and don't need to be anywhere, you can come with us.'

'Sure, but we'd like another drink first,' Justin grinned again.

As one of the guys went to get the second drink and the other went to the loo, Nathan hissed at Justin, 'What're you playing at?'

'Getting a couple of free drinks for us.'

'And then what... Mark? These guys want to be in our pants, and speaking for myself I don't want so-called Frank in them.'

'Stop being a wuss, Nate.'

'Have you laid it out for a bloke before?'

'Nope. But I can look after us. Don't you want to see the inside of a gay club?'

Nathan looked at his lover, fearless and dangerous to know. 'You're going to do this, aren't you, whatever I say?'

'We gotta try it, Nate. See if we like it. They can't do anything to us unless we let 'em, can they? Just stick wiv me.'

After half an hour's banal chitchat the two boys and the increasingly eager men, went outside. Nathan fended off a hand on his bum, but managed to do it with a smile, while Justin allowed a tongue to probe inside his mouth.

A taxi took them down to a more than usually seedy part of Camden Town to a pub with club attached. Some dragged up boys looked them over through their mascara at the door, as they went in. Clive and Frank paid, and ushered them, hands on their arms, to a table. The noise was deafening. Lights and music were pulsing around the floor. There was a lot of bare flesh. The smell of sweat and substances was alarming. More drinks appeared and it was getting to Nathan, but Justin was confidently sparring with Clive over the remorseless beat of the music.

Frank didn't say a lot, although he made some comments about the scene. A boy as young as Nathan drifted by in make up and a cut-off tee shirt, navel exposed, with an older man. They disappeared into the crowd around a side door. Nathan was by now ready to leave, but Justin was too obviously into the masquerade, and was looking round greedily.

Nathan kept sipping his drink, and soon began to feel a lot better; somewhere within him welled up a feeling of well-being. The beer, he decided. He began talking animatedly to Frank who grinned back. When Frank closed in to kiss him, he found he didn't care, but savoured the man's lips on his and licked in behind them. He broke off and laughed. Justin had apparently disappeared with Clive. Frank took his hand and pulled him up. He began leading him through the crowd. Oddly, it seemed to Nathan that everyone was moving strangely slow, and somehow, though he knew he was walking in a straight line, he seemed to be curving off to the right. He leaned up against a door and stared indifferently into a dim room full of guys doing sexual stuff. His dick was unaccountably rigid. He stumbled and knelt down just within the door.

'You OK?' asked Frank.

'Fine,' Nathan said, though his voice seemed at a distance. 'You know, I have an odd feeling that my hands are going through this wall. But they can't be can they?'

'No, course not,' Frank said in his ear. Nathan suddenly felt free air on his buttocks and his clothes being pulled up to his armpits. He felt a slippery coolness round his anus. 'What you doing?' he asked dreamily.

'Something nice. I gotta condom on. Just relax, sweetheart. You've got an arse to die for, and I just gotta have some of it. I never screwed something like this in my life, and you won't mind if a couple of the other lads have a taste, will you?'

'No... I,' he began, but his head bumped forward into the wall as a man's cock pushed hard up into him. There was a thud, a crack and a grunt. A body fell heavily against Nathan's back and then off him on to the floor. Arms pulled him up and dragged his jeans up to his waist. A hand pulled him back inside the dance room. Justin dragged him through the crowd, sending people spinning out of his way, cursing. They were out the door in the cold night air. A bouncer looked them over. He decided to be helpful.

'Taxi's by there kids. Hang on, I'll close the door to give you a few minutes. You got money?'

'Yeah,' answered Justin, breathlessly, 'and thanks.'

'Be more careful who you go out with, lads. You get some queer folk here.'

Justin dragged Nathan into the taxi, and gave directions. He leant back with relief on to the seat, propping up a still dazed Nathan, who said inconsequentially, 'D'you know, my feet don't seem to quite reach to the floor hard as I try to put them down.'

They sat huddled together in the side lane by the rubble bags.

'You any better?' Justin whispered.

'A bit, though I feel a little sick. What happened?'

'Frank slipped you some ketamine powder in your drink, I'd guess. Clive was distracting me, but I gave him the slip and found Frank in that side room, about to stuff you. So I it 'im with a bottle. It didn't break, I cracked his a glancing blow, which was just as well, and we were out of there.'

'Justy, what were we doing there?'

'Having a bit of fun, learning about life, freeloading. I had four drinks without paying for one of them.'

'But the guy tried to date rape me.'

'Yeah, well that was the risk. Sorry. But you'll be more careful next time won't you?'

'Me careful! Next time!'

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