Date: Thu, 14 May 2009 09:11:59 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 24

This is a story that involves sex between males.  If such a story is
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historical or whatever are entirely my fault.

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Jonathan 24  May 2009

The next Monday was James' day off, and they barely saw each other on the
Tuesday.  It was not until late on the Wednesday afternoon that they had an
opportunity to talk privately.

"Looking forward to the weekend, James?"  said Jonathan with a broad smile
on his face.

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean not sure?  You got cold feet, or should it be limp prick
about it?"

"I won't be coming over to your place over the weekend."

"Why ever not?  What's happened?"  The thought passed through Jonathan's
mind that perhaps James sexual orientation had been discovered by his
family, somewhat as Robert Fox's had been the previous summer.

"I haven't been able to get the picture out of my mind of you with all
those men, all those old men.  I know I have had some experience, but I've
only been with two.  You! You've been with a whole lot!"

Jonathan stood with his mouth open in amazement.

"I am glad you were honest and open with me, Jon.  I appreciate that.  I
was so worried about it all that I went round to talk it over with Bruce on
Monday.  He said I should listen to myself, and if I was in any way unhappy
about going ahead with you, then I shouldn't."

"I'm sorry you feel like that.  I was looking forward to the weekend."

"I'm sorry to let you down.  But while we were doing anything I would be
picturing in my mind all the old men who'd done the same things with you.
To me Bruce is old, and he's only in his thirties.  You spoke of men, even
into their eighties."

"Thanks for telling me you won't be coming."  Jonathan walked away.  Strong
feelings of anger and disappointment swept through him.

****

The moment Jonathan walked in through the back door Malcolm, who was
getting the meal, detected that something was wrong.  "What's happened,
Jon?"

Jonathan plonked himself down in a chair. "It's James, he won't be coming
round this weekend."

"Why not?  I thought it was all arranged."

"He's gone and got cold feet.  I shouldn't have told him about my time at
Bill's place."

Malcolm walked over and put his arm round his grandson.  "If he couldn't
see the truth about all that happened, that you were forced into it, then
he's not worth having a relationship with.  The right young man will see
that what happened was not your choice, and accept that."

"But there were times, Gramps, many times , when I enjoyed what I did."

"Be thankful that was so.  How much worse it would have been if you hadn't
enjoyed much of what you did, and if you hadn't got on with the rest of the
Boys working there."

"Perhaps I should have told him after the weekend."

"I don't think so.  He would have some cause to think you had deceived him.
You would have felt even worse if he'd broken it off after a good weekend."

They continued to talk it over.  Then they ate their meal.

That night Jonathan had one of his worst nightmares.  They both had to get
up, have a drink and talk for about an hour before Jonathan felt able to
face bed again.  It was a broken, restless night for them both.

***

The rest of the week was a difficult one for Jonathan, especially as he
continued to meet James at work from time to time.  At home Malcolm did his
best to help him through what had happened.  Malcolm changed his plans, and
decided not to spend the weekend round at Simon's.  On the Saturday evening
Simon invited Jonathan and Malcolm round for a meal.

Jonathan quizzed Simon about his story [A Tale of Two Englishmen] and Simon
got Jonathan talking about Bill's place and its clientele.

"Do you think we should join, Mal?"

"I've thought about it," said Malcolm with a laugh.

"You haven't seriously, have you, Gramps?"

"Well, if the Boys at Bill's place have as delectable bodies as yours,
Jon,..."

"And are as sexy as you are," added Simon.  "I don't know how you keep your
hands off him, Mal!"

Malcolm laughed, Simon was the only other person to know of the sleeping
arrangements in the senior Pridham's home.

"You reckon you wouldn't be able to exercise such self restraint?" said
Jonathan.

"No way.  I'm getting hard, just talking about it."  Simon showed that he
had indeed got a hard on.

Jonathan laughed. "Sorry to be the cause of such frustration, Simon.  Let's
give Gramps a sleeping draft, and you can have your wicked way with me."

They all laughed.  "Don't tempt me, Jon!"

The banter continued for a while.

"It's time we were getting back, Jon.  Let's hope there are no nightmares
tonight.  I need a good night's sleep," said Malcolm.

Thanks for the meal and the evening were expressed.  When Jonathan came to
say goodbye to Simon, he gave him a warm hug, several kisses, and thrust
his groin into him.  Simon responded, and each could feel the other's
hardening cock.

Malcolm saw all that had gone on and grandfather and grandson made their
way back along the village street.  "There are times, Jon, when you are
quite a rascal," he chuckled.

***

The following Saturday afternoon saw the first cricket match of the season.
Jonathan went into work early, and came away in good time for a light lunch
and the start of the match.  It was a home match, and Malcolm and Simon
were there watching.

Jonathan had been promoted, and because of his record as an opening batsman
in the school side, he was to open the Whitgest innings.  The other side
batted first and made a reasonable score.  It was Jonathan who faced the
first.  The first ball can be a loose ball pitched wide of the stumps, or
slower than usual for the bowler who has yet to warm up.  It is also a
testing ball for the batsman.  The pace, accuracy and wiles of the bowler
are as yet unknown to him, as are also the pace of the ball off the wicket,
and whether the ball will turn even at the start of the innings.  That
sunny afternoon the bowler was on form.  He bowled with speed and accuracy,
and Jonathan heard the rattle of the leather ball sending his stumps
flying.  He was out for a duck [0] from the first ball.

It was a very disconsolate Jonathan who walked back to the pavilion.  It
seemed a hundred miles, and he was conscious that Malcolm and Simon were
among the spectators.  He went into the changing room, and threw his bat
into his cricket bag, and sat with his head in his hands before taking off
his pads.

The captain of his side came up and put his hand on Jonathan's shoulder.
"It happens to us all from time to time."

"But first ball in the first match of the season!"

"You can only improve, and you will, I'm sure of that."  The captain left
him.

Whitgest did manage to win that opening game, but Jonathan was like a bear
with a sore head for the most of that weekend.

Malcolm tried to console him.  "It has happened to the greatest of batsmen.
Didn't the great Don get a duck in his last Test?  [Donald Bradman –
Australian, almost certainly the greatest batsman of all time got a duck in
his final international {Test} at the Oval in London]

"Did it happen to you, Gramps?"

"Oh yes, several times.  Once I was out first ball in two consecutive
innings.  Your Dad, and your uncles all have been out first ball at some
time or other.  You've got plenty of runs in you, Jon, and they'll come."

His grandfather's remarks did little to help.  Jonathan spent a large part
of the rest of that weekend with his head buried in a book.

The following week, Whitgest were away.  Jonathan made a respectable score
of 35 before being run out when the other batsman called for an impossible
second run.

***

Jonathan continued to visit his more immediate family in Luton.  Thomas in
particular was always glad to see him.  He would be dragged out into the
garden to kick a ball around, or now with summer approaching it was cricket
that was the main interest.  Thomas wanted to be taught things about the
game, the strokes with the bat, and how to spin the ball.  Jonathan
remembered how about ten years earlier he was eager to do such things with
his father, grandfather, and two uncles when they were around.  He thought
it likely that Thomas had inherited the Pridham genes that gave skill with
bat and ball.  But Thomas also liked to get physical with Jonathan.  He
would goad Jonathan into tickling him, or just wrestling and pulling each
other around.

Lois's comment was usually simple – "You two!"

Abigail at fifteen regarded herself as far superior to any such activities.
But in her own way she too was always pleased to see Jonathan.  She just
liked to sit close to him.  Often she would ask for his help with her
homework, or to test her on something she was learning.

Always if he arrived before his father returned from work he would seize
any opportunity to talk with Lois.  He began to feel much closer to his
mother, and able to share with her in a way he had never found possible
before.

The whole previous six months, and his time working at Bill's Place, were
against his will.  Both his parents saw that, but his mother was more
sympathetic about it than his father.

"I don't think you should feel guilty about what you got up to at Bill's
Place, Jon.  You did not chose to go there.  You were forced into it."

"I know I was, Mum.  The trouble is that there were times when I enjoyed
it.  I certainly enjoyed the friendships with the other Boys, the fun, the
teasing, the support and encouragement."

"Yes, Jon.  And what would it have been like for you without that?"

"It would have been hell!"

Lois did not really approve of such language, but she said nothing.

"So there were good things about it for you.  I think you've learnt a lot
about life.  In a very painful, and sinful way.  But if you have learnt
something about life, then that is good.  Something even to be thankful
for."  Thankfulness always had a religious slant for Lois and Michael.  "I
think I will always find it difficult to understand homosexuality, because
it is a totally alien desire for me.  I suppose it is because it is to do
with sex that I find it difficult, whereas there are so many other things
that people do and desire which I cannot understand yet can accept."

"Mum, do you think Christians have got a hang-up when it comes to sex?"

Lois looked at him firmly.  "What do you mean?"

"Do you think Christians tend to regard these sexual things as far more
serious than some other things.  You say quite firmly on this `The Bible
says...'  Yet you disagree on what is meant even with the Ten
Commandments!"

"What do you mean?"

Take for example the commandment, You shall not kill.  What does that mean
in practice?  Some Bible-believing Christians say it means never fighting
in a war, even against people like the Nazis.  Others say when confronting
an evil like the Nazis it is okay.  A large number say that the commandment
means no abortion, some not ever in any circumstances, even if the mother's
life is in danger.  Catholics and others use is it to try and stop a lot of
research on human embryos. Then there is its relevance to capital
punishment.  There are those Bible believers in the States who believe
murderers and so on should be executed, and that the commandment does not
apply in that situation.  Who's right?"

"I see your point, Jon.  I think you should talk that sort of thing through
with someone like Pastor Willis."

Jonathan smiled, "I think not, Mum."

***

It was on another visit that something interesting happened with his
father.

The Pridham's house in Luton had a room that was variously called the
family room, or tele room, or living room.  It was a smallish room where
the family relaxed, and distinct from the dining room where they sat when
eating as a family, or the sitting room which was usually used when there
were visitors.  It was nearly nine o'clock one evening and Jonathan was
sitting alone in the family room.  Thomas had gone to bed, Abigail was in
the final stages of doing her homework, his mother was upstairs, and his
father on the phone.

Jonathan picked up one of the magazines that was lying on the coffee table.
He soon saw that it was a religious magazine, which his parents had
probably bought at Church.  He browsed through it casually.  There were the
usual articles and adverts in it: adverts for various Christian holidays
and conferences, for Christian book shops and exhibitions.  The articles
were on various Christian activities in this country and in the wider
world.

One article caught his attention.  A Threat to the Western World!  It was
not on terrorism, or global warming, but on homosexuality.  He skimmed
through the article; it was the usual thing, a wholesale attack on
homosexuality and homosexuals.  There was the usual suggestions that
homosexuals were responsible for the alarming divorce rate, broken
families, and a hint that they were also responsible for most of the sexual
abuse of children.  He gave a sigh, it was to him the same old stuff.  Then
he caught the name of the author.  It rang a bell.  Then he saw there was a
small photograph of the author.  It was Ginger, the last punter he had gone
with when he was at Bill's Place.

"What you reading, Jon?" asked his father as he came into the room.

"This article in this mag."  He showed the page with its headline and pic
to his father.

"Yes, that article was recommended at the Men's Fellowship by Pastor
Willis."

"The author is a bigoted hypocrite, " said Jonathan softly.

"What!  You can't say that, he is a highly respected Christian journalist."

Jonathan paused before saying anything.  "Oh, yes, he is a journalist, and
might be respected for his journalism, but he is a hypocrite, none the
less."

"But you can't say that, you don't know the man.  You must be mistaken in
the name."

"No, Dad.  There's his pic here, I'd know him anywhere."

"But you can't know him."

"But I do, Dad.  I know him intimately.  He is a rather plump man , married
with four kids."

"The blurb tells you that," interrupted Michael.

"Yes, it does, but it doesn't tell you his body is covered with ginger
hair, and that his nickname, dating back to his school days is Ginger.
He's got large balls, and an uncut cock.  He likes to fuck women and boys
with no foreplay or lubricant."

Michael looked at his son with shocked amazement.  Shocked at the
coarseness of his son's language, and that he should speak in such a way to
him: but there was only one way by which Jonathan could know such things.

"Yes, Dad, he was my last punter, and one of the most objectionable and
mean men of all the punters," said Jonathan quietly.  "He's never satisfied
with the service given to him.  His tip that last day was just five quid,
the usual tip was twenty."

At that moment Lois came into the room.  She detected the strained
atmosphere, and was apprehensive that another major argument was brewing
between father and son.

"Lois dear, you know that article on homosexuality recommended to us by
Pastor Willis?"

"Yes, dear."

"Jonathan has just told me that the author was his last client at that
place."

Lois put her hand to her mouth in shock.  "Is that so, Jon?"

"Yes, Mum.  I'm afraid he picked me twice.  Once together with Andy the top
Boy, and the last time just me.  He required a massage first, that last
time."

Neither Lois nor Michael needed to be told what had followed the massage.
The reality of Jonathan's life at Bill's suddenly became more real to them
both.

Lois came across and sat next to Jonathan, putting an arm round him.  "Oh
Jonathan!"

"This is serious," said Michael.  "I shall have to tell Pastor Willis about
this."

"Does he know about me?" asked Jonathan.

"He knows you're gay.  We told him when you ran away.  We've not told him
what you've been doing, except to say you're back in contact and living
with Pop."

"That man deserves something," said Lois.  "To write articles against being
gay, when he goes to such places himself.  It's so hypocritical."

"Of all the punters who came to Bill's, he was the worst, in every way.
There were good and not so good among the others, but every one of the Boys
would put him at the bottom of the list."

They talked over the hypocrisy of the situation.

"The trouble is he is not the only one.  One of the things that Peter
Tatchell, and the organisation called Outrage does is to deal with people
like that."

When Jonathan got back to Whitgest later that evening he told Malcolm all
that had happened.

"Well done, Jon.  I think telling them about Ginger was good, especially if
it all gets back to that Pastor of theirs.  As you know that conventicle,"
Malcolm winked at Jonathan as he used that word, "is responsible for the
hardening of their opinions on many things."

***

Jonathan continued to be exchanged at frequent intervals with Kevin in New
Zealand.  Though the support of Malcolm was invaluable for Jonathan and he
didn't know how he would be without it; Kevin was nearer his own age, there
being only a seventeen year age gap.  Also Kevin was `out' to all the
family, which Jonathan's grandfather was not.

Jonathan began to think seriously about Kevin's repeated invitations to go
out to New Zealand. He talked it over with Malcolm, who said that he might
well make the trip and join his gandson, as he had enjoyed his time in that
country, and would like to see more of it.  They began to think of when
they might go.  Jonathan insisted on not going before the end of the
cricket season, and Malcolm wanted to go after the summer was over with the
garden.  So they agreed and began to think in terms of late September or
October.

The next question was how to tell Lois and Michael.  That was more
difficult, knowing how Michael felt about his younger brother.

Jonathan thought one way might be just floating it as a possibility to
Lois, and seeing what the reaction was.

****

Jeffrey at jeffyrks@hotmail.com