"He taught my swim class," Jaxon says, his voice dull. "My mum died when I was little, and my dad didn't have time for me. He was always so damned busy, but he never questioned any of the permission slips I brought home. He just signed them, stuffed my wallet full of money, and told me to have a good time."
"When did Mr Gladstone become inappropriate with you?" Mr Elder asks. 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT9hYAiPLfu
Jaxon shrugs. "A week after he came," he says. "I'd just finished a deep dive, and he came up to me afterward and hugged me, telling me he was proud of me for being able to do it."
He shrugs again. "It felt good to have him hug me. Dad didn't do hugs, and I really couldn't hug any of the other boys without being called a faggot. Mr Gladstone was the only man who hugged me, and meant it, and I felt really good in his arms."
I blink back tears as he continues. "He then said he wanted to test my lung capacity again. There was no one else there; just us. I didn't have to be home at a certain time, so I said why not."
"Then what happened?" Mr Elder asks.
"We dived down to the bottom of the pool," Jaxon says. Now a light kindles in his eyes, and I feel a small sliver of hope in my heart. "I could hold my breath underwater for three minutes, so I wasn't worried about running out of air," he continues. "When we got there, Mr Gladstone pulled me into his lap, and put his hand inside my swim trunks. I hadn't really wanked myself before, but he knew what to do, and it felt really fucking good. I remember arching back against him as he finished me off, and then he put my hand on his penis. He was hard as a rock, and he almost drowned when he came. I was probably a bit clumsy, but he didn't seem to mind, and when we got back to the surface, he kissed me. He then said he wanted to fuck me underwater. I was already feeling good after getting wanked, so I let hm take me back down, and he fucked me good. Then he let me fuck him, and I got to watch him blow out all his air. That was a fucking sight."
Mr Elder looks slightly sick, as does Jaxon's father. I smirk. Jaxon was the only child - well, teen now - to tell a near perfect version of the truth. "And did it happen again?"
Jaxon nods. "But only underwater," he says. "I got real good at holding my breath - getting fucked in the deep end does wonders for your lung capacity, I guess. And he sucks really good tongue. I'd never got tongue kissed, but he knew what to do, and he could do it underwater! He said that if you kept your lips sealed real tight together, no air could get in. Hell, we ended up fucking and kissing more than we did swimming, but I guess that helped me get good at staying underwater for longer."
"If you felt so good," Mr Elder says carefully, "then why did you report him?"
Jaxon gives me an apolgetic look. "We got busted," he says. "They got real suspicious of all the time we were spending underwater, so they put cameras in the pool, and caught us mid fuck one afternoon. I didn't want to report him; he's a good fucking guy. But they said that if I didn't, I'd get in trouble."
"You were a minor," Mr Elder tells him. "You would not have gotten in trouble for being a rape victim."
"It wasn't fucking rape," Jaxon says hotly. "I said yes."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC3xxo8cacV
"You weren't old enough to consent," Mr Elder says. "You were fourteen at the time."
"Doesn't matter worth a fuck," Jaxon fires back. "I said yes. I didn't fight him. I let him fuck me and tongue kiss me and wank me off."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKYVXqnRBmm
"But did you do it because you wanted to, or because you wanted to please him?" Mr Elder asks shrewdly.
Jaxon gives him a furious glare. "Fuck you, old man," he says. "Mr Gladstone was the only man to give me real love. Screw you other cunts for being spineless, gutless wonders." He ignored the shocked gasps as he nodded to me in apology. "You were a good fuck," he says. "Sorry I ratted you out; I had no choice. They told me I'd be in real big trouble if I didn't dob you in."
I shake my head. "You were a good fuck too," I say, smirking.
Mr Elder shoots me a glare, and concedes in disgust. "I have no further questions," he says shortly. Jaxon's father looks like he's ready to have a fit; he's purple in the face, and he looks like he's strangling on his own tongue. Jaxon flips him off as he goes back to his seat, and I sit back, satisfied.
My fears of the day before have been eased. Slightly. Jaxon did omit a detail here and there, but he stuck to his guns.
For that, I thank the powers that be. And Jaxon is sixteen. Barring the unfortunate consequences of my "misdeeds", I feel there's a chance we can be together when all this blows over.
But there are still twenty-five children left to testify. And one's already betrayed me, not entirely by choice, but a betrayal is still a betrayal. One brave boy's determination to tell almost the whole truth in the face of overwhemling disapproval isn't going to be enough, and I feel sick all over again as the next child is called up.
It's going to be a very long day, and once more, I find myself wishing for the session to be over so I can go be sick. It can't come soon enough, I think bitterly.
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