Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 1

Big Willy had promptly renamed Joseph, Josephine—Jo for short just as two months before he had renamed Richard, Ricki. That night had been the start of a triangular relationship that lasted almost two years. Then Richard had fallen in love with Norman, an older, wealthy married man who had come into Harrods, where Richard had worked at the time, to buy a new winter wardrobe. Richard had suggested several outfits that had made the best Norman's oddly-shaped, swat body and the man had been so pleased he had tipped Richard ridiculously well. He had returned the next week on the pretence of needing a dozen ties. That night he had fucked Richard with a Viagra-aided vigour that belied his years and persuaded the younger man to quit his job and move in to his obscenely large penthouse.

Less than ten days later Emmanuel had met Nathan, who at sixteen looked twelve, when he had delivered a box of organic procedure to the club on his bicycle when his employer's van had broken down. Emmanuel had called the supplier, furious that the man had sent the boy on the bicycle without proper protective garments or a helmet. He had accused the man of exploitation, employing a boy that young. He had been shocked to be told Nathan's true age. He had immediately invited the young man into the kitchen and personally rustled up a mouth-watering ham and cheese omelette for him. When he learned that Nathan had run away from Ireland because his father had physically and sexually abused him, had slept rough for months until he was able to find a few odd jobs and rent a tiny room in a dingy flat, Emmanuel, a big softie at heart, had offered the young man a room rent free. In less than a month Nathan had vacated the room in preference for Willy's.

Joseph hadn't been interested in Nathan himself, but had assumed that the threesome games would continue. It soon became apparent that Emmanuel was totally besotted by his new boy-toy. He admitted to Jo that he had finally found what he'd been looking for all his adult life—someone who looked young enough to be his son, someone he could pamper like a son and yet fuck legally.