Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2005 12:55:32 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mike Arram <mikearram@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Chav Prince 4

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.


IV


Nathan's mouth had gone dry and his face had flushed scarlet.  They had
been totally caught out.  Justin gripped his hand hard, and it was he who
responded with a coolness that quite flabbergasted Nathan.
  'Brilliant shower, Mr White.'  Nathan looked closer at the dazzling face
of the man and knew him.  It was a face he had seen on the TV and on
billboards: Matthew White, the TV presenter and model.  The man gave them
both a sweeping gaze with his profound dark eyes, and he pursed his
gorgeous crimson lips.  Nathan felt like he was going to faint.  Then the
man smiled, quirkily.
  'OK boys, introduce yourselves.'
  'Er ... I'm Nathan Underwood from Andersons, we were working in your
garden ...'
  'Yeah, and I'm Justin Macavoy, also Andersons, and we got pretty filthy
so we thought we'd borrow the shower.  I hope that wasn't too much of a
liberty, sir.'
  Nathan was astonished.  Justin could do civil and polite creepily well.
Matthew White continued to smile.
  'And you were soaping each other's backs?'
  Justin was straight in again.  'We're lovers sir, and ... y'know the way
it is.'
  Matthew White laughed, 'Yes, I guess I do.  OK.  I'm not pissed off at
you, boys.  I was impressed you left the muddy boots in the kitchen.  That
was considerate.  Also you've not left the bathroom a mess.  You can borrow
the shower any time you want.  I can spare the odd towel.  No problem.  Two
polite boys like you make a change from some of the kids we get round here.
Andy ... he's my partner ... got pretty badly abused by one little sod in the
garden last week, some kid on day release from a young offenders'
institution.  I'd beat the crap out of him if he tried it on with me.'
  Justin was beaming.  The bugger's enjoying this, it registered on
Nathan. 'We gotta get back to the beds, sir.  Thanks for being so
understanding.'
  'No problem, boys.  Use the kitchen too, any time you want.'  They padded
downstairs, still hand in hand.  And as they emerged into the garden with
their boots back on, Justin grabbed Nathan's face and kissed him deeply.
  'You're a nutter, Justin Macavoy,' Nathan laughed as they broke off their
lip lock.
  'And you love me, don't you.'
  'Yes, I do.  I've never met anyone like you.'
  'What a boring life you've led then.  Hey, can you do us a favour, Nate?'
  'Blowjob?'
  'Yes, but later.  But can you pick up some ciggies for me?  Twenty
Players.  I got no money at the moment, and they don't let me out.  But
I'll pay you back, honest.'
  'I thought you were giving up,' Nathan said, not too happily.
  'Me?  You're kidding.  Old Man Anderson'll be paying me something at the
end of the month.  I'll pay you back then.  OK?'
  'Yeah, I guess.  Look.  I don't like cigarettes, Just.  When we've done
it up to now you've not been smoking.  I don't want to have to kiss an ash
tray next time, know what I mean?'
  Justin too now looked troubled.  'No probs.  I'll smoke them through the
window back in the centre, not when we're together.'
  Nathan looked relieved, but Justin looked irritated.  His chain had been
jerked, and if it had not been for the ritalin, for all the links that now
bound them, Nathan might have been dealing with a different Justin,
retaliatory and aggressive.  Deep down Nathan sensed this, and it did not
add to his sense of security.
  Mr Anderson turned up at five.  He surveyed the garden with some
satisfaction.  'This is really good.  Tell me Nathan, how much is you and
how much is Justin?'
  'Half and half, Mr Anderson, honest.  I told him what to do and he did
it.  No arguments and no skiving.  He's been great.'
  'I've been thinking.  You two work together well.  We'll keep you as a
team from Monday onwards.  Is that OK?'
  Justin and Nathan gave broad grins.  'Couldn't ask for better, Mr
Anderson,' Nathan said.
  'Doan' forget the ciggies,' Justin hissed at Nathan as he got out of the
van.

  'What's up, Justin?'  Tanya asked him that Saturday.
  'Nuthin', why?'
  'You've been whistling round the house and smiling to yourself.'
  'Must be the ritalin high.'
  'There is no ritalin high.'
  'How about all the open air I've been getting?'
  'Hmm ... maybe.  I rang up George Anderson this morning.  He's been
singing your praises.  He said you've worked as hard as his best apprentice
this last week, and he's dead impressed.  No other of our placements has
ever been so enthusiastic about gardening, he said.  But ...'
  'But what? ... I do like it.  Honest.'
  'It just makes me suspicious ... have you found a way of cultivating
marijuana in someone's flowerbed?'
  Justin laughed happily, without so much as a hint of a sneer in his
voice.  Tanya shook her head, the boy was actually being pleasant, and when
he laughed like that he was even attractive.  'Your case reassessment
meeting is on Wednesday morning, and it looks as though it might be
interesting.'

On Monday, it rained.  Nathan arrived with a set of wet weather gear from
the yard: waterproofs and an Anderson's kagool, Justin changed in the back
of the van, blowing kisses to Nathan behind Mr Anderson's back.
  'Off you go, lads,' the old man said, as he dropped them outside a church
near Hornsey viaduct, 'and be careful.'
  'What did he mean?' Justin asked.
  'He meant he doesn't want us losing a limb with this chainsaw.  We're
pruning trees today.  Can you go and get the ladder from behind the church
hall?'
  Nathan spent a half hour explaining the way the chainsaw worked and
safety procedure.  Justin impressed him by actually listening and even
asking serious questions.
  'It's just cos you want to use this, isn't it?'
  'Yeah ... I so wanna live the Texas Chain Saw Massacre.'
  'Be good, Justy.'
   Justin also listened when Nathan explained the way to prune trees and
take out limbs.  It was hard and rough work, and Justin was exhausted well
before lunch time.  The physical work was taking its toll of his untrained
body.  Nathan could have gone on, but he stopped for Justin's sake and they
sat under the dripping eaves of the church hall.  Nathan pulled out a pack
of cigarettes and a lighter and threw them to Justin.
  'Aw cheers, Nate, you're a good un.'  He lit up, took a drag and looked
happy. 'Tell me Nate, you got family?'
  'Mum and dad, that's all.'
  'Yeah, I'm an only kid too, me mum couldn't have another one after me.'
  'What ... like the Antichrist sort of thing?'
  'Very funny.  Why didya leave school at sixteen, Nate?  You seem pretty
bright to me.'
  'I just wanted to get out there and work in gardens.  I wanted to do it
since I was small.  My mum's keen on gardens too, and she knew Mr Anderson.
But I'm on day release from Andersons doing two HNDs at Hornsey College.
I'll get qualifications, and I might go off to agricultural college one day
... see how it feels.'
  'Where do you live?'
  'With the parents out in Winchmore Hill.'
  'What do you do when you're not working?'
  'There's the gym, and swimming.  I don't have any serious mates any more.
They all wanted to go on to sixth form and thought I was mad ... I used to
go to private school, Goldsmiths' Company Greycoats in the city of London.
None of my school friends lived anywhere near me anyway.  It was great when
you turned up at Andersons, someone my age to talk to, I thought.  Then you
turned out to be a total screwed up arse.'
  'Until you totally screwed my arse ...'
  'Ha ha!  You wanna talk about what you did before you ended up in secure
accommodation, Justy?  I suppose I may wish I'd never asked, but I gotta
look interested now don't I?'
  Justin looked pensive and took some time before replying, 'I never hurt
anyone, Nate.  Be sure of that.  It was only myself I was at war with.  But
shoplifting, bunking off, vandalism, even a bit of dealing ... yeah, I was a
bad boy.'
  'And you seriously got an ASBO?'
  'Three of 'em.  The first one when I broke every window in that shithole
of a school they forced me to go to ... I got expelled too, which was a
bonus.  Then there was the night I got a little too high and made an epic
car aerial collection, without asking the owners' permission -- escaped me
mind -- the problem was that the police station car park at Seven Sisters
was the chief contributor.  They took it bad.  The cameras caught it all,
naturally, but I wasn't arsed about that.  The best one was opening the
emergency floodgates at the sewage treatment plant in Crouch End, and
sending thousands of gallons of liquid crap into the Haringey social
services department ... it was a sort of message.'
  'Deeply symbolical,' agreed Nathan, laughing now.
  'So I was a one-boy crime wave, according to the Holloway Advertiser -- I
kept the cutting.  They got me at the end for breaching a school attendance
order, just a minor one, bit unfair really.
  Nathan looked at Justin's quirky grin and had a warm feeling.  This was a
bad boy, no doubt about it, but a funny one and -- to him -- a lovable one.
'What's going to happen to you, Justy?'
  'Dunno.  It's never got this far before, in secure accommodation an' all.
Talking to the other lads, they say that it's usually psychiatric reports,
a short stay and then fostering or a supervised flat.  I'm sixteen, so it
could be either.'
  'Maybe if you make a success of your placement with Andersons, it'll
help.'
  'Maybe ...' then Justin looked a little shy, 'but I think what helps most
is you, Nate.  I'm different with you.  I don't need to be cocky and crude,
to shock and to annoy.  I don't swear so much when I talks to you.  I've
never met anyone like you, so hot and so kind.' he grinned, 'Giss a kiss.'
  They kissed long and lingeringly, with instant results between their
legs.  Justin went to his knees, pulled down Nathan's trousers and pants
and transferred his lips to his lover's member.  He sucked and slurped
industriously, glancing up to catch the look of ecstasy he was creating on
Nathan's face, and smiling round his cock.  Nathan came to a very
satisfactory climax, and offered to reciprocate, but Justin smiled and said
he was too shagged out.
  They wandered down to a convenience store and got sandwiches and strolled
back, laughing and joking, with Justin on his second smoke.
  'One thing though,' Nathan finally said, 'You're really bright, Justy.
And you can be cool as the proverbial cucumber.  Why didn't school work for
you?'
  'Teachers.  The only ones I ever met were obvious dickheads ... even when
I was in primary school, I could tell they were lazy, ignorant and badly
prepared.  It pissed me off.  I took the trouble to turn up, and they
couldn't take the trouble to make it worth me while!  Yer see, for me the
problem is that if someone's a dickhead I gotta tell them.  It's only fair.
But strangely adults don't like to be told by eleven year olds that they
are dickheads.  I never worked that one out.'
  'So you didn't finish a single GCSE?'
  'Nope.  Life's gonna be a bit of an adventure for me as a result,
doanchya think?'
  They got back to work, and the job was already done when Mr Anderson
turned up at three with the shredder and a trailer to take away the
sawdust.
  'You two are a marvel,' he said, 'a natural team.  You move round each
other like you were telepathic.  I'm going to be sorry to see you go,
Justin.'
  'Wha ..?'
  'Fraid so.  Tanya says that after Friday the placement's up.'
  Nathan looked thundertruck, 'But, Mr Anderson.  That can't be right.
Justin's been brilliant.  You can keep him on!  You've got to!'
  'Woah now!  Yes Justin's been good, but we're only offering job
experience here, not jobs.  You should know that.  I know you two have
become friends, but you can stay friends and you've got your mobiles.'
  Nathan looked at Justin, who looked stunned.  They worked silently at the
shredder, looking disconsolately at each other from time to time.

What put the cap on it for Justin was that in the case conference on
Wednesday they were very pleased with him, but not so pleased that they
would listen to his request to extend the placement.  His highly cogent
argument was that he had finally found a work environment that had met his
needs, and that they were depriving him of its beneficial effects.  It was
a measure of how determined he was that he was articulate, used long words
that Tanya had never guessed that he knew, and never swore once.
  They agreed that he had benefited from his spell at Andersons they said,
but a possible foster home had emerged in Chelmsford, and he would be moved
out next week.  Justin was silenced.
  Thursday was Matthew White's garden in Highgate again.  They had finished
power-hosing the patio and re-laying the gravel path, and were sitting out
in the sun on the patio steps.
  'Chelmsford, bloody Chelmsford,' swore Nathan.
  'I can't go there,' Justin said simply.
  'No,' agreed Nathan hopelessly.
  'I'm gonna have to do a runner, Nate.  You gotta help me.'
  Nathan astounded himself by not even thinking twice about the rights and
wrongs of what Justin was suggesting.  'Yes I will, Justy,' he said firmly,
'But where you gonna run to?'
  'That's the problem innit.  I can't go back to my mum, she's hopeless,
poor cow, and thass the first place they'll look.  I got no one else but
you to turn to.'
  'How long could I hide you in my bedroom d'you think?'
  'Not long enough, and your mum would notice eventually you think?'
  'Oh yeah.  We couldn't get away with you as a sleepover who forgot to go
home, could we?'
  'Let's think ... no, let's not.  Let's fuck while we can.'  Justin took
Nathan's hand and they went inside, leaving boots and socks in the kitchen
and padding upstairs.  The house was empty, apparently, and Justin led his
lover into a side bedroom.  He grabbed a towel and laid it on the cover,
then he dropped his shorts, pulling down Nathan's and devoting himself to
his straining cock.
  Gasping, Nathan said, 'Justy ... I want you to do me this time.  I thought
about it and I really want it.  And if we don't do it now, maybe we never
will.'
  Justin looked up, 'You sure?'  Nathan nodded.  'OK then, but it'll hurt
the first time.'
  'I know,' said Nathan, 'I was researching it on the web last night.  But
I got some lube from the chemists -- it's in my shorts pocket -- and we can
borrow another condom from Mr White.'  He disappeared into the bathroom and
returned with a packet.  Justin sat on the bed, and Nathan knelt between
his legs, sucking him erect.  He looked up, carrying on stroking Justin's
member.  'What I gotta do, Justy?'
  'Get up on the bed, lover.  My fingers have to get busy.'  Nathan lay on
the bed on his stomach, and Justin shoved two pillows under his groin,
pushing Nathan's backside into the air.  He marvelled at the beautiful
sight of those muscular soft mounds.  He licked his index finger and began
stroking Nathan's brown and furry hole; then his tongue got into action,
while he pulled apart Nathan's cheeks with his thumbs.  Nathan was moaning
softly now, thrusting his groin gently into the pillows.  Justin squirted
lubricant on his fingers and into the crater of Nathan's anus.
  'Ooh, that's cold,' Nathan said.
  'It'll be hot enough soon, Nate,' Justin replied, pushing three of his
fingers steadily into Nathan, turning and flexing.  He worked away
patiently but assertively, ignoring it when Nathan yelped.  Eventually he
had a fourth in deep and was stretching the ring wide; his lover was
gasping and squirming.  Now was the time.  He folded a condom down on
himself, put a drop of lube on the tip and without any warning slapped
Nathan hard on the backside.  As the boy cried out he thrust deep into him.
'Aaargh!  Ow!'
  'Sorry, Nate,' Justin gasped, 'but there's no easy way to do this.  The
hurt'll go away soon, I promise.'
  There were tears in the blue eyes that looked back at him, 'S'OK Justy,
I'll be alright, I want you so bad.  I don't care how it hurts.'  Justin
leaned up over his lover's back and joined mouths with him.  They kissed
for as long as it took Nathan's anal muscles to get use to Justin's
violation.
  'God, I do love you,' Justin groaned.  The feeling in his dick was
fantastic.  This was far tighter than when he had entered girls, and the
smell of hot boy in his nostrils was sexy beyond belief.
  As he felt Nathan relax, Justin pushed in as far as he could.  'Ooo.  God
you're so tight, Nate.  I'm gonna start fucking ... ready?'
  'Oh yeah ... do it.'  This was it, he began with slow and small strokes,
just as he liked done to him.  Nathan moaned his approval, and moaned even
more when Justin stopped and rotated his cock in him.  Pulses of ecstasy
were beginning in his anal ring and Justin was finding his prostate every
time.  The tempo picked up and soon Justin was banging into his rectum
ruthlessly, his cock emerging almost fully then plunging back in with a
satisfying slap and squelch.
  'I love this, Justy ... aah ... this is the best.'  Nathan's submissiveness
under the punishment his arse was taking was driving Justin nuts.  He was
holding him now under his armpits, thrusting as deep as he could and moving
his tool around inside Nathan's gut ruthlessly as he held it deep in him.
He was resting high on the other boy's broad back, and he began licking and
then nipping on his shoulders and neck.
  'Oh God!  More!' Nathan was shouting now, careless of whether he was
heard.  It was too much.  Justin's ejaculation filled the condom and as he
fell forward in ecstasy, he could even feel some of it trickle out on to
his balls as he moved in Nathan.
  He lay on Nathan's back, kissing now those shoulders which were covered
with the red weals of the bites he had given him.
  'That was passion,' sighed Nathan.
  'How's your arse.'
  'Hurts like hell and I can't wait for you to do it to me again, lover.'
  'Then we gotta find a way I can, Nate.'  They got up and tidied the bed,
then carrying their shorts went into the bathroom and took a leisurely
shower together, Justin sucking off Nathan as he cleaned him.  As they
resumed their boots in the kitchen, Justin pointed out a side door.
  'Does this place have a basement, duya think?'
  'We could look.'  They went through the door and down some wooden steps.
As Nathan snapped a light switch a whole series of dim cellars was
revealed, divided by brick walls and arches, almost a catacomb.  Some of it
was filled with junk, and one bay was stacked with rack after rack of wine.
  'Over here!' called out Justin.  In a corner towards the garden was a
small lunette window opening on to the lawn below the patio.  Justin tried
it and it opened, if a little stiffly.  The bay behind it was more of a
small room, there was a tap and a deep porcelain trough; perhaps it had
once been a scullery.
  'Are you thinking what I think you are, Justy?'
  'It might do as a temporary refuge.  That guy White ain't often here, is
he?  I know how to get into the garden from the back, so his PA bloke woan'
see me.  I'll oil the hinges and leave it open before we leave.  I doan'
think people ever come in here much ... I can wazz in the sink and stuff.'
  'You're seriously going to do this?'
  'Yeah.  I ain't goin' to Chelmsford.  But you gotta help me, Nate.'
Nathan looked at the determined face of his lover and had little trouble
deciding that he would help all he could.  He told Justin this and got a
glorious smile in return, and then an embrace and kiss followed.
  'I knew I could count on you, Nate.  You won't ever let me down.'