Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 04:10:43 +1200 From: Arthur Subject: Altez part 5 ALTEZ Part Five By Arthur A quick glance at the wall clock and you realize the boy has been out there for 2-1/2 hours, way past what was expected. With a touch of your hand you feel the heat of the scones and they are now at just the right temperature for a good scoff by a young hungry teen. Going to the window you lean out and call the hard working dream of golden flesh as he works with his back to you, his long lean thighs and calves leading all the way up to his hidden treasure under the maroon shorts. "Hey David?" He turns his lithe body towards your call, the rivulets of perspiration running down his torso like miniature rivers of crystal tears, the sheen making his golden skin glow with health and vitality. "Oh, hi Ted, what is it?" "Time to knock off and take a breather my friend, you've been at it for over two hours, call it a day and come get something to eat and a cold drink." "Oh really, that's great, I'll just clean everything and put it away then be with you in a mo." "Ok, take your time, the scones and cream will wait." The broad smile at the mention of hot scones and cream soon have him moving at top speed as he gathers up the tools and, after washing them, moves like a flash to put them away. A very normal equation comes into your mind, teen, food, drink, speed, and not always in that order. The old house has that "alive" feeling again as you hear his hurried footsteps coming up the steps, the sound of panting breath tells you he now close and ready for what ever is put on the table. Every time you see or feel him close, you get that same tingling feeling, you want him so bad but then your big head takes over and you relent to your true self and suffer in silent desire. It is a common and true belief that when you are born your hands are unable to feed you, when you age beyond the middle years, your eye sight along with the unsteady hands of age, make it difficult to feed yourself, is it truly a wonder that teens always seem to have four hands when there is food on the table before them? A dozen scones, quarter pound of butter, one jar of jam and half a liter of whipped cream disappear before your eyes as those seemingly four hands flash and dive over the offerings on the table. Oh my friends, to be able to once again force feed yourself in such haste and suffer no after effects. He sits back with a slightly ruddy face from the force-feeding frenzy and smiles in satisfaction at accomplishing the seemingly impossible. How can you honestly not fall in love with the sight before you? Not fall in love? You silly old idiot, you fell in love with him the moment you first set eyes on him, now you wander from one day to the next, wondering if it will ever be consummated. "Ted?" "Yes David?" "Can I ask you a favour?" "Sure." "Well two actually?" "Ok, two it is." "Do you think you could call me by my nick name, I'm sorry but David is sooo, well old fashioned." `Right, Altez it is, now what's the other one?" "Can I stay with you tonight?" "If that's what you want then it's no problem as far as I'm concerned." "I was going to go to a party but I don't really feel like it, can I just sort of stay here with you and talk?" "What ever you like, Altez." "Great, now let me clean up all the mess I made, I really want to just sit like last time and watch the bay as it gets dark. The other time it was so peaceful and I thought about it for days afterwards." "What ever you want is ok with me." "Why don't you go sit down for a while and I'll clean this up in no time." "Well ok, as long as you don't mind." "Nah, I don't mind, you've done a lot for me so I should do what I can for you, it's only fair." "Ok then, I'll go put my feet up as long as you're happy." "Really Ted, I'm happy, for once." An hour later and you both sit in comfort as the dying sounds of weekend traffic fade into the late afternoon. Not a word has been spoken as you have surreptitiously sent you eyes once more to the nearly naked youth lying beside you on his lounger. The bulge at his groin has you intrigued and his youthful glow sends your imagination into a spinning world of possibilities. "You going to help me with dinner again tonight?" "Yeah, I'd love to do all that salad thing again but there's something I want to know if you could do for me first?" "Sure, if I can, what is it?" "Well the game was really hard and I was thinking you might know something about massage, my legs are really stiff from the game and doing the garden." "As it happens, I do know a little about it, when I was a lot younger I used to work professionally as a masseur, so I might be able to help you. Aren't you a bit worried about me rubbing you?" "If I was worried Ted, I wouldn't have asked you to do it. Ted, I trust you, if I didn't then I wouldn't be here." "Ok then, when do you want a rub?" "Can we do it now? Before dinner?" "Sure, lets go through to the bedroom, you can lay on the bed after I put a towel down, do you want oil or powder?" "What's best?" "Oil, specially for a deep rubdown." "Ok, oil it is; lets go." Ok, so you get to put your hands on your dream boy. Is this the start of something more or just a trusting teen in need, well legs are better than never touching him at all. After placing a towel on the bed and explaining how he showed lay, you get the rose oil from the medicine cabinet and with nervous hands begin to rub it over the silken skin of his calves and thighs. Smearing oil on your palms, you notice that the shaking of your hands stops immediately you touch his ankles, the old familiar rhythm from those long ago days, takes over your growing anxiety as you place a hand either side of his leg with your thumbs together in a line with the middle of his tight calves. The smoothness of his skin as you begin to push upward the full length of his slender but muscular legs, starts that infernal tingling again in your loins. His Maroon shorts are pulled slightly up tight to reveal the bottom of his golden globes in a teasing miniscule view of smooth skin. The fingers of your right hand rub gently up the inside of his thighs as your thumbs dig a little deeper into his thighs, eliciting a soft moan and a tightening of his small butt muscles. His legs open just a fraction as you begin the return journey down the length of his thighs and back to his ankles. Once the rhythm is set you can see him opening his thighs a little wider each time as his legs begin to feel the effects of the stimulation of the massage. In the back of your mind is that small red faced devil telling you to go further than just to the base of his hips, the fight inside you is getting harder to win until, with a superhuman effort, you pull your hands away and start on the other leg. For twenty minutes you keep up the steady soothing movements as you had been taught so long ago until, finally, you know its time to stop before your better judgment is broken by the red devil deep inside. Standing back, you look down at the still form lying on the bed, his legs spread apart, his breathing deep and steady, well you haven't lost your touch, he's fast asleep, his legs lying relaxed and shining with the light covering of oil. A moment of guilt invades your senses as you remember the single time you let your fingers go a little higher up his thighs to reach just barely under the legs holes of the silken shorts and the almost silent sigh that came from his throat. The temptation to go further had been nearly unbearable to avoid and only his avowed trust in you had stopped you from spoiling a special moment. Taking a final glance at the view between the golden thighs, so open and inviting with the hint of blue briefs showing where they caressed his parted butt cheeks, you turn and leave him to sleep in restful bliss of your darker desires. The solitary darkness of the late evening with the distant hum of the far off traffic, becomes soporific as you sit out on the veranda to let your mind wander over all the. "what might have been" moments of the massage. Well by the feel of it, even little Ted thought it could have been fun. Your hand drifts down to the old familiar place that had been your only outlet for a long time, and you lay your head back in the lounger to let the dream continue. The peace and quiet of the night makes your eyes heavy as you slowly drift off into dream land, the memory of the touch on that hot, smooth, silken, golden skin still fresh in your mind. The dream continues as the warmth of the night seeps into your aging bones, a hazy image of two smooth arms around your neck and that particular smell of teen boy fills your nostrils. Soft words of pleasure fill your ears as a youthful voice tells you of good feelings, the warmth of tender lips on your slightly wrinkled neck as the arms give a small hug. Something hard is pressing against the back of your head as the teen smell gets stronger and a husky voice, filled with imaginary lust continues to whisper words of endearment in your ear. Ahh, now that's a dream, what more could you want in life? Well, the real thing would be nice! Through the mists of dream land a voice keeps repeating your name, yes, that voice, soft, husky, full of youthful promise or, is it just your wandering mind again. "Ted...Ted..." "Huh...whaa...?" "Ted, it's me, you sent me off to sleep, that's the first massage I've ever had, my legs feel great, thanks so much." No, it wasn't a dream, standing behind you with his hardness pushing at the back of your head, his arms around your neck and his cheek next to yours, is the dream boy. Is this just a thank you gesture of is there more behind it? "Ahm.. hey no problem Altez, glad I could help, and...hey.. thanks for the hug. It's been a long time since anyone bothered to give me one." "I sort of though you deserved one after making me feel so good." "Any time Bub, you're welcome." "Bub?" "Sorry Altez, it's a bad habit of mine from a long time ago." "It's ok, what does it mean?" "Nothing really, it's just a quirk of mine, I call someone Bub, when they are more than a friend but not so close as being a bed partner, if you know what I mean?" The embarrassed giggle brings a smile to your lips, this boy is so free with his openness and understanding that you feel the years slip away from your aging shoulders as a surge of vigor runs through your body. "I like it Ted, you can call me Bub instead of Altez then, I think it's neat to have a special name." "Wonder what the time is Bub?" "About ten o'clock I think." "Ah good, this is the best time of night, it's quiet and the drunks aren't out on the road yet to cause trouble. Want to take a seat and just vege out a bit?" You don't want those warm arms to leave your neck but if they stay there any longer you know that it will be almost impossible to control your self any further. The arms slip from your shoulders as he walks to the other lounger, still only in his tight shorts, his legs temporarily mesmerizing you with the silken beauty. Is that a larger bulge in the front or just a trick of the evening light, yeah that's it, just the light, damn it man, get your mind out of the gutter. "So Bub, does your Mum know you're here alone with me tonight?" "Haven't seen her since she went to a party with her boyfriend last night." "What about your brothers and sisters?" "Aunties looking after them, Mum does this a lot and the boy friend just likes to party and smoke dope all the time. He only talks to me when he wants to bitch about something. I don't think they really care what I do." The sound of loneliness of loss of hope in his young voice brings a hint of a tear to your eye, thank goodness for the darkness. "What do you want to do?" "Well first, I'm not going to be like them, I want to stay at school and then get a real job and be somebody." "Well that's the right attitude for a start, if you keep that dream in your head, you'll make it happen." "Can you really make your dreams come true, Ted?" "Sure you can, but none of it comes easy, you have to keep it alive and work hard for it but the end result will speak for itself. Set your goals and go for it Bub." "I like that Ted." "Huh?" "Bub." Now that feels good to have a long dormant chuckle come from your lips. "Any time, Bub." A hush comes over you both as the first distant police siren is heard from the far off motorway, the drunks are heading home. "Hey Bub, you must be starving, lets find something to eat, eh?" "Yeah sure Ted, I forgot how late it was." "Right then, we need something quick but filling, how about home made hamburgers? My style, not shop style?" "Sounds good, can I help again?" "Sure, you don't think I'm going to do all the work, do you?" You soften the words with a conspiritual smile. The answering smile sets your mind at rest as you watch him unwind from the lounger and stand stretching to his full height before your eyes, his crotch barely six inches from your face. A quick shake of your head and you rise to your own feet, time to eat. Three large cheese and egg burgers later and he is sitting in the lounge with you as you both sip the last of the glass of wine, his now rosy cheeks showing the effects of the unaccustomed drink. Ok so he is underage to drink but to hell with the moralists. The deep belief you have always held in teaching kids at a young age to handle their consumption of alcohol so that later in life they will not end up with the common practice of binge drinking, still holds sway. Better he should learn now to drink sensibly and that it is for sociable occasions and not to get out of your skull and make a fool of yourself as so many ended up doing. "Ted?" "Yeah Bub?" "Ahm...why didn't you... well.. try something with me when I was sleeping?" "Why would I do that, Bub," "Well, you're a gay guy, I'm a young guy, don't they...well...go after young guys all the time?" "To be perfectly honest Bub, yes some do, they will try to get a young guy drunk and then play with him or worse, some try to come on heavy with them and frighten them into doing stuff with them, but not every one that is gay is like that. Those are usually in the minority and give everyone else a bad name. You came here to me and said you trusted me, I can't in all honesty break that trust, it's just the way I am. Did I want to try something while you were asleep? Truthfully, yes I did but that would be breaking my word to you and I won't do that to you." The thoughtful look on his face as he took it all in and dissected it piece by piece until it was straight in his own mind, tells you a lot about his burgeoning maturity. You sit and wait for him to react to your disclosure. "Uhm.. what if I wanted to try something, would that make me gay?" "No Bub, a lot of young guys like to try things different, being gay is genetic, no one can turn you gay, if you want to try things then it is only curiosity, nothing more." "But what if I like it?" "That's up to you, a lot of guys are Bi, as a said before, it doesn't change who you are. Look Bub, most things in life are personal decisions, it's like, to me No is No, or, your words is your bond, things like that." "What do you mean by, your word is your bond?" "It means that if your give your word to someone or make a promise to them, then you should honour them, if you don't have your own sense of honour then you can't expect others to respect you and without respect then you just become another number in the ranks of losers." "Ah ok, see you explain stuff to me, all the others just tell me to find out for myself. Thanks Ted, anyhow, you didn't answer my real question." "Which one?" "About trying stuff?" "I thought I had?" "Well yeah, sort of, but what I meant was, what if I wanted you to show me stuff?" "Me? Jeez Bub, as much as I would love to have you naked beside me, I gave you my word that you'd be safe here, besides, I'm sure that there would be others closer to your own age that you'd prefer instead of an old bugger like me." "No Ted, anyone else I couldn't trust like I trust you, besides, I know you wouldn't tell anyone and I feel better if it was you teaching me." "Well if it was what you really wanted and had no doubts in your head and as long as it didn't change anything between us, I would do it for you, but you must be sure in your own mind that it's what you really want, other wise it's a no go area for me." You watch him closely as he sits and thinks about all that has been said, his attitude of deep thought was good to see in one so young. This boy didn't make instant decisions or rash gambles. After five minutes he looks up at you, his eyes penetrating and searching. "Ted?" "Yes Bub?" "I want to sleep in your bed with you tonight and have a BJ from you." "I know you've thought this through Bub, but are you sure its' not the wine talking?" "I've only had one glass Ted, I'm not drunk or silly or anything, I really want a BJ and I want you to do it." Flashing pictures of your wildest dreams gallop through your head, instant adrenaline pulses along your veins as he looks at you with a touch of fear at being rejected for his forwardness. "If it's what you really want and have no regrets about it then I'll do it for you. I know it's one of my wildest dreams but it must be about you and not me, ok?" "I really want to try it Ted, please?" "Ok Bub, lets go then, it's nearly midnight so we should get to bed anyway, we'll just get comfortable and rest a bit then take it from there as you feel like it, ok?" "Yeah, great, come on then." A chuckle bursts from your lips at his haste while in your mind you start to work out what you can do to make this a memorable night for him. If he never does anything ever again in his life, tonight has to be about him and leave a lasting good memory for him. Switching off the lights you follow his receding form down the hallway to the waiting room of pleasure, the bounce in his step says so much about him and his need. TO BE CONTINUED: