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Note from the author.
The second story was originally intended to be called, Hansie's Story, but now it's changed to fit the tale.
The Angel of Pie Jesu.
By John T. S. Teller.
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Prologue to Book Two.
Every writer has their own way of doing things, and I have mine. Unlike most authors who have a plot and know the beginning and the end before they start to write, my words are pure instinct and flow randomly from my pen. It took two things for this story to begin its journey... my adoration of the most beautiful creatures upon the Earth: the young male, and the angelic sound only their voices are capable of producing in a song I was listening to. The song was Aled Jones singing Pie Jesu, and thereafter, random thoughts wrote this story. I don't create the characters... they come to life themselves. In Book Two – Journey of the Coin, you will meet many new characters. If you're like me, you'll probably come to love most, and hate a few others. But whatever your feelings are for them, they are real characters. There are eight billion people on this planet and I can 100% guarantee that they will exist upon this beautiful Earth.
But in Book Two – Journey of the Coin, (which is completed and consists of 35 parts and will be published on Nifty on a weekly basis) you will take a journey with me into Pastures New, where you will need to have an open mind. These Pastures New may not be familiar to you, and you may be sceptical and dismiss them as complete tosh. But I have learned to be open minded about things that others would dismiss. And because I have experienced things and events in my life that have forced me to do so, the continuation of this tale of love and intrigue will continue as a fusion of random thoughts and a few slaps around the head from the Guy sitting on my shoulder.
The light within our soul that burns brighter than the sun has a name, and that name is called Love.
Amor est vitae essentia.
(But we before we start Book Two... let us all remember what was the inspiration for this story. Here again is `Aleric' and Aled Jones singing Pie Jesu. You can access it HERE, or copy and paste this link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Fs_3I4rX2E.)
Book two: Journey of the Coin.
Part 35.
Gareth.
It's Thursday 11th January, the day before the twins' birthday, and I'm tired and I'm frustrated. I should have been in the Far East until the 14th, but I rearranged things so I could be back in Germany for the occasion, which meant doubling up my workload and working long hours while I was there. To add to my frustration, the long flight from Tokyo was delayed by three hours, which means I'll be landing at Berlin Tegel Airport just before 4pm local time. That gives me only eight hours to get to the office, go home, shower and change, and then drive up to Aleric's home in Wieck on the Baltic Coast to be there before midnight. Those were Aleric's orders: The moment the clock strikes twelve, I want you in my arms to celebrate my fourteenth birthday. Of course, it will be Gottwin's birthday too. I chuckle to myself. Thank goodness we'll be at Wieck. Had we been at my place on this special birthday then Aleric would probably have wanted me to fuck Gottwin as well as him. It would be the first time. Has Aleric drawn an imaginary line at me fucking Gottwin? He's definitely not let Gottwin near my own cock as far as sucking me off, so maybe the fucking bit is out of bounds too. Pretty much everything else, but not those two things. Thank goodness I had this trip to Japan. Those two were wearing me out big style before they went home.
Despite my frustration as I stare through the aircraft window at the beautiful white clouds below, I can't help but smile at what he'll say when I show him the special birthday gift I've bought him: a silk, crimson kimono decorated with dragons and warriors woven in golden and blue silks. I'm also getting horny at the thought of him wearing it while I'm feeling at his sexy body. I thought about getting one for Gottwin as well, but decided against it. Instead, I've bought them both Samurai swords made by Masanao Sekisumi, and colourful Samurai dress to go with them. It should be fun when they get the swords, but I'll have to warn them that they're not to be used for chopping logs. All in, the swords cost me $US 40,000!
God, I've missed him! Although I've spoken to him (sometimes a few times a day) since I took him and Gottwin back home on the 6th, I miss the smell of him; the softness of his succulent lips; the taste of his saliva; the texture of his blossoming semen, and the sound of his sweet voice, especially when he reaches the peak of sex and transmits the depths of his feelings to me when he purrs and wails.
What was it he said just before I boarded the plane? Hurry up! I'm bursting. I haven't done it for three days and I don't think I can last much longer! I told him to tie a knot in it, and he laughed. But how are we going to do it? It's raining up north, so our Special Place is out of the question. Let's hope Gretel is in good form and can manipulate things for us.
There are other things to do when I get back. I need to sort out Raul's ashes. The note he left for Aleric said he wanted his ashes to be scattered in a precise spot in his home town of Velilla de San Esteban, so I got Helena to sort everything before I left. The autopsy was swift and brutal. It came to the conclusion that he died of a self-inflicted, deliberate drug overdose and no suspicious circumstances were suspected. The Powers That Be soon signed him off. They're busy enough without having to bother with a `Druggie' who topped himself. The cremation was yesterday, his ashes are to be delivered to the office, and that's that. They've not informed his family because nobody knows who they are. I do. He told me many things when we used to chat together. But they've not seen or heard from him since he left home when he was sixteen. I haven't decided what to do yet. Maybe it's best to let `Sleeping Druggies lie'.
I check my watch. One hour almost to touch down. Thank goodness for that!
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Five o' clock and I'm surprised to find Helena at the office, but I love our familiarity when she gets off her chair to give me a warm greeting. She might be my PS, but she's also a friend and often a guiding light when I need one. I kiss her cheek, and ask, "Why aren't you at the boat? Is Josef well enough for you to be here?"
She kisses my cheeks. "Yes, he's doing fine. It was a transient stroke and he's much better. He's on two lots of tablets for it. There was a lot to do today. Some things haven't been done properly since he became ill, so I decided to come into the office and try and sort a few things out." We spend the next twenty minutes organizing some business affairs and talking about Raul's cremation, and then I tell her that I have to be off because I'm expected at the twins' house tonight. She grins, a crafty sort of grin that brings a twinkle to her eyes when she says, "Off you go then! Have a good evening. Take your time getting back. We don't need you here."
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When I've parked the Bentley in its reserved space at the apartments, I bundle my bags and overcoat and scarf into the elevator, together with the large cardboard box full of presents for the boys, and press the button for the 20th floor, thinking how good it is to be home. I check my wristwatch - 5.40pm. All is good. I've got plenty of time to shower and get up to Wieck, and I'll also have time to catch a bite to eat on the way and still arrive no later than eleven.
The elevator stops, the doors open, and I take my bags from it and place them in the hallway. Then I go into the apartment.
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My entire day has been a cocktail of stifled emotions, but after I've dropped my bags and stuff in the hall and when I walk into the apartment and see Aleric's family, and also Kurt and Heindrich and Hansie, the shock of seeing them sets me back on my heels and I just stand there, baffled. And then I ask, "What are you lot doing here?"
Kurt waves an effeminate hand. "Just thought we would surprise you, sweetie. Welcome home."
I look around. I can't see the boy I love. "Where's Aleric?"
Just as I ask the question, Aleric walks into the lounge dressed in blue jeans and a black, waterproof, winter hoody with the hood down. He comes to me, grabs my arm, and ushers us out of the apartment and into the elevator, picking up my overcoat and scarf on the way. The moment the door closes he comes into my arms and holds me tightly. I kiss his soft hair. He lifts his head. We stare into each other's eyes, and when he kisses me on the mouth, the contact is brutal and passionate. But Aleric is in more control of the situation than I am, and he breaks the kiss and presses the button to take us down to the forecourt, and while we're descending he stands in front of me and insists on helping me put on my overcoat, fastening the buttons and adjusting my muffler, and I ask, "Where are we going?"
"For a walk. Just you and I. Don't say anything until I say you can!"
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Aleric.
We've not spoken a word since we left the apartment and walked hand in hand in the dark to the entrance to the Tiergarten. Once we enter it, I pull Gareth's arm around my shoulder, wrap my arm around his waist, and snuggle into the man I love deeply. Although I pretended to the others that Gareth's return would be a happy homecoming, I knew it wouldn't be easy for him, just as it wouldn't be for me. I was like a cat on hot bricks for about an hour before he was due home because I knew that with everyone else around we couldn't out our emotions properly, and I was afraid that we would both break down. Mum asked me what was bothering me. I told her, so she prepared things, and as soon as we saw Gareth's car pull into the car park, she wagged a finger at me to do what she said I should do, dress in warm winter clothes and take him for a walk until we'd both calmed down. And that's what I'm doing now: going for a walk with the man I love so much that I can't meet him after a few days apart without my eyes are filled with tears.
When we've been walking for a while, I turn my head up to Gareth and smile at him. He smiles back at me, and in the eerie glow of the ancient streetlamps, he kisses me gently on the lips. Then he half smiles and says, "You're wearing my favourite scarf."
I peck him on his puckered lips. "I went to your bedroom and stole it. I always wear it when I go out. Do you mind?"
Gareth shakes his head. "No. It's yours. It suits you. I've missed you."
"I know you have. I've missed you as well. Every minute of every day. What are we going to do, Gareth?"
Instead of answering me, I feel my Beautiful Man's hand tighten around my shoulder, and he hugs me closer. We reach an intersection of paths and turn to the left, along a tree lined causeway with a small stream running beside it. There's a break in the clouds above us and the full moon lights up the scene around us, revealing the romantic setting we're in. We've passed only two cyclists during our walk in the Tiergarten, and all is quiet around us. Then I recognise where we are; by the Global Stone Project. Gareth steers us unerringly to our favourite: the Love Stone from Venezuela, stops and leans against it, and pulls me into his arms.
We're around the back of the stone, in the dark, away from prying eyes (if there are any) when we kiss again. I lift my arms and wrap them tightly around his neck, and the kiss becomes amazingly passionate; tongues; exchanging saliva; cruel even. While this is going on, Gareth pulls the bottom of my hoody up, and I feel his hand groping me through my Jeans, rolling my hard pinkler under his palm. Then he pulls down the zip and I feel his hand scrambling inside my underpants, and only then do the frantic efforts subside into wonderful manipulations. I feel cold air on naked skin, and I know he's got it out. I intensify the grip on his neck and crush our mouths even more firmly together while he masturbates me, and when the intense feelings surge from me, I shudder and squeal with delight at the beauty of our passions, where lust and love cannot be separated.
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Gareth.
When it's over and his feelings have subsided, Aleric folds into my arms, purring like a cat. I hold him even tighter and rub my nose in his soft hair, and whisper soft love words to him. He continues to purr, but after a while of this sharing of our emotions, he breaks the embrace, grins, and asks, "What happened to my stuff?"
I chuckle, push him away from me, and show him the handkerchief I'd been holding over the end of his cock when he came. I chuckle when I tell, "It's soaked! I can tell you've been saving it up." I push it against his nose. "Here, this belongs to you. It stinks of sex."
He giggles like a lunatic and pushes it away, and then he gives me a big grin. "I think I'd better let you put yours up my bum so nobody will see it. Shall I drop my jeans?"
I laugh. "No! We'll save that for later, if we get the chance. What are you all doing here? I expected you to be at home."
Aleric giggles. "Let's go back and I'll tell you all about it on the way."
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Holding hands, we saunter slowly along the dimly lit paths, occasionally stopping when we need to discuss something of importance. Aleric tells me that Kurt is responsible for everything. He contacted his mum and told her that it would be a super idea if they all came to Berlin and stayed at my place, and he's also arranged a birthday party in the Gabrielle Restaurant at The Adlon Hotel for tomorrow evening. When I ask how they came down to Berlin, he tells me that they came down two days ago in the VW Transporter, and that it's parked in a small parking lot not far from the apartments so I wouldn't see it and spoil the surprise. At that point, I ask Aleric, "Was your Dad okay with all this?"
Aleric is silent for a moment, pulls us to a halt by one of the old street lamps, holds both my hands in his, and looks up into my face when he says, "Dad knows about us."
I'm stunned. "Oh... my God! How does he know?"
"He asked Mum why she hadn't told him what was going on between us. Mum told him she hadn't because she didn't know how he'd react. Apparently, he was really angry with Mum and me for not discussing it with him. He said he was angry because he was hurt that we didn't trust him." Aleric giggles. "When Mum asked him how he knew, he said I'd been walking around like a love-sick girl ever since you went away."
I chuckle. "That makes two of us. Does Gunther know?"
"Yes. Dad asked him if he knew, and Gunther said he suspected it, but wasn't sure." Again Aleric giggles. "Dad said he was as dull as dishwater."
When we've stopped chuckling, I ask, "And what happens now?"
"Tomorrow I'm fourteen. Thank God I'm German and not a stupid Brit like you. With Mum and Dad's permission, it's not illegal for me to come and live with you. That's if you want me?"
I stroke the hair from Aleric's brow and run my fingers around his beautiful features. "Of course I want you if it's possible. Just being away from you for a few days has been a nightmare. I'll change things at work so I don't have to leave you. I really don't care what happens except that we're together. But I am worried about breaking up your family, especially you and Gottwin."
"I know. I've done nothing but think about things since Dad found out. I've got an idea."
"And what would that be?"
"Dad loves to be by the water. I was thinking they could get a place by the Wannsee near where your house is and Dad could go fishing every day."
"Do you think he'd move?"
Aleric shrugs his shoulders. "We could take him there and see if he likes it. Have you been to your office since you got back?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Did Helena tell you that she's arranged for a surgeon to see Dad here in Berlin next Monday?"
"No. I asked her to do it before I left, but I was too busy talking about business to have time to discuss anything else. I should have asked her. It's important. I suppose she thought she'd tell me when your birthday was over."
"Or tomorrow night?"
"What do you mean?"
"Kurt invited her and Josef to our birthday party. You don't mind, do you?"
"So, she was in on all this lot, eh?"
Aleric grins at me. "Of course! I like Helena. She's like a sort of grandmother to me. She's got her suspicions about us."
Again I'm stunned. "How on earth can she? I've told her nothing!"
"She was asking Kurt things about us that made him think she knew. But he didn't tell her."
I shake my head. "There's more going on behind my back than what I see in front of me. Who else knows?"
Aleric pulls a silly face. "I think that's about it. So?"
"So... what?"
"Shall we go back home?"
I grin. "I won't know where to put my face now I know everybody knows."
Aleric grins back at me. "Don't worry about where you put your face. It will be up my bum most of the night."
I chuckle, grab his head and pummel the top of it, and when I let him go, I tell him, "Your bum will be full of something, but it won't be my face."
When we've stopped laughing, we walk briskly back to the apartment, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls, and we're still giggling when we go into the apartment and act as if nothing has happened.
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Gretel.
I can't help smiling at Aleric every time he looks at me, and when I go into Gareth's kitchen to finish off the dinner, he comes to me and gives me a massive hug. I turn around and wrap him in my arms. We look into each other's eyes, and I ask, "Are you happy now?" My beautiful son buries his head into my neck and begins to weep, shuddering as the emotions flow from him. For a long time I hold him until the hurt of deep love dissipates into occasional sobs, then take a handkerchief from my blouse sleeve and wipe away his tears before I ask, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
More tears as he looks into my face and strokes my cheek. "I love you Mum. And Dad. I don't deserve you."
I continue wiping away his tears. "Yes you do. Your Dad and I are the lucky ones. We've got the three most wonderful children anyone could ever have. So, now we've got that out of the way, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Aleric nods. "I want to live with Gareth, and I want you all to come and live down here. While we were out, I've been talking to Gareth about it. He'll buy a place by the Wannsee for you so Dad can be by the water. You'll be happy here Mum. It's a fantastic place, and we can go on holiday to Wieck as often as you want."
I smile at him. "You've got it all worked out. I've never been to the Wannsee. What's it like?"
Aleric's face lights up. "It's fantastic. Really beautiful and peaceful. You can have a lovely house and Dad can have a great cruiser to go fishing there when his back is better. Gareth will get Gunther a job, and me and Gotty can go to the same school. It will almost be like being at Wieck, but better. And you can have central heating that works all the time and not only when the fire's lit."
"Central heating! I've always wanted central heating that works all the time and not only when the fire's lit. I think we'd better go and look at this Wannsee, don't you?"
Nods now: enthusiastic ones. "Yes. And Gareth says he's going to give up travelling abroad as much as he can so we don't have to be apart."
"Did he really say that?"
"Yes. He hates being away from me as much as I hate being away from him. Do you think Dad will agree?"
"That depends. If this Wannsee is like you say it is, then we'll take him there and make him like it."
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I don't miss anything during the meal. I have Aleric sitting immediately to my right and Gottwin to my left. Gareth is next to Aleric, and Gunther next to Gottwin. Across the table are Kurt, Heindrich and Hans, and at the end of the table where he's got plenty of room for his new wheelchair is Ralf, directly opposite Gareth. The arrangements weren't haphazard; I wanted Ralf to be opposite Gareth. They enjoy drinking together, and are quite close. I've also told Ralf to observe our boy and Gareth just to see how close they really are. Now he's fully aware of what's going on, he'll see everything I see, and I know he'll see how futile it will be to try and keep them apart.
Much of the chat during the meal is about little Hans. He's started his new school and has a friend there; Jan Strichter, an older boy who, apparently, the boys met in a shop when they were buying computer games and consoles. While the boys are chatting about these things, I watch Kurt and Heindrich, and I'm really impressed with them, especially Kurt, who would have made a wonderful mother had he been born a woman, as he should have been. And it's obvious that Hans adores both of them. How wonderful! God's will again!
We're due to go back home sometime early next week, after Ralf has seen a specialist here. We have to. The head teachers at the boys' schools weren't pleased that we took them out of school so soon after returning from the holidays. I had to convince them that a combination of their music career and Ralf's appointment was so important that I had no choice other than to take them to Berlin.
And Ralf seems to be enjoying himself. That's good. He's been very thoughtful these last few days... ever since he found out about Aleric and Gareth. I thought I'd kept it well hidden, but I was wrong. It was a critical moment when the twins had gone to school and Gunther had gone to work and he accosted me and said how angry he was that I hadn't shared the information that Aleric and Gareth were more than just friends. But we worked it out, as we always do. Our love for one another is equal to that our boy and Gareth have. We've gone through the crazy period they're going through, right to the other side where the love becomes even deeper, but less frantic. He said that his main worries were the differences in Aleric's and Gareth's ages, and also that our boy might not be mature enough to know what he's doing. Those worries took us a whole day to resolve, and we came to the conclusion that to interfere with them would be a disaster, and letting them explore and build their relationship could also be a disaster. Eventually, we decided to let them have their way, and if any mistakes were to happen, they would be of their making and not ours. If the very worst happened, we would always be there for Aleric. What I didn't tell Ralf was that I was pretty certain all the worrying would be for nothing. I know my boy better than he does.
But now I have another thing to sort out with him. I've given some thought to what Aleric has said about us moving to Berlin. I've distanced myself from my own family since the falling out over the boat. I don't care that we'll be leaving Wieck. If this Wannsee is as nice as Aleric paints it, it could be the perfect answer to doing something I've thought about for a while: making a clean break from Wieck and my family ever since they treated Ralf badly regarding the boat when he had his injury. They took their profits willingly, and then forced the sale of the boat at a loss and we ended up the biggest losers. But then I chuckle inwardly while I'm thinking things over. And you can have central heating that works all the time and not only when the fire's lit. My beautiful boy! He'll use any excuse to get his own way. God, I love him so much!
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In previous years we've celebrated birthdays when the kids have got up on the morning of their birthday, but Gottwin and Aleric demand that we all stay up until after midnight to celebrate it tonight. The evening would have lasted until after eleven anyway, because Gunther and the young boys have a whale of a time sprawled on the hearthrug, playing their computer games. We adults have done our own thing. It's been sort of strange; both a celebration of Gareth's homecoming and a build-up to the twins' birthday. Gareth isn't at all put out that we've taken over the apartment without his permission. Kurt said he wouldn't mind. He was right. I was a little apprehensive that Ralf and I are occupying the room his parents stay in, but when I asked Gareth if he minded us doing that, he dismissed it with a laugh and said he was absolutely fine with it. When I told him that Aleric and Gottwin had used the beautiful spa bath in the wet room, he couldn't stop giggling, and asked if I'd had much problem cleaning up the mess they made.
But the place is all so strange to me. I'm not used to this stuff.
When we first arrived and Kurt let us in, I was flabbergasted. The boys had told me what the apartment was like, but nothing could have prepared me for the utter luxuriousness; the sheer opulence of the place and all the gadgets that turn the lights on and off and the heating to exactly the right temperature, and the curtains opening and folding with the touch of a button, not to mention the massive TV that's fastened to the wall and which can be moved to almost any position with a remote control. It's a fantastic place; another world filled with fine furniture and beautiful paintings, and when Aleric told me that Gareth owns the entire block of apartments, it was only then that it dawned on me just how wealthy he really is.
Money in figures is just something that rolls off the tongue, but when you begin to see the reality of what money can buy, then it really hits you between the eyes. When Gareth said he would buy us a new house, I was thinking it would be a major expenditure for him, but now I realise that in his world, it's nothing. Another thing that amuses me is that the kids have adapted to everything as if it's perfectly normal. I think Gareth realises that I'm a little uneasy being here, because when I said we'd bought food for the meal tonight and would he mind me using his kitchen to make it, he howled with laughter and said it was about time a proper cook used the place. He and Aleric actually helped me until I told them to get out before they spoiled it. When I popped out while the food was cooking, they were missing. I suspect they were in Gareth's bedroom enjoying an intimate moment. Well, that's the only place they could be sure of not being disturbed. That bedroom has been sacrosanct. Ralf and I have his parents' room and the twins have `their room'. Gunther slept on the massive sofa last night using some bedding that Aleric rooted out from one of the many cupboards in the place. He certainly knows his way around.
But what will happen tonight? I suspect that Aleric will soon be in Gareth's bedroom after we've all gone to bed. He won't do it openly. He's still not quite come to terms that Ralf knows about them, and during this evening he's kept a respectable distance between them. But that's good. Neither of them are a `Kurt' who has no scruples about his sexuality.
Kurt. The more I've got to know him, the more he's dispensed with any formalities. In fact, he and I are becoming `the women of the family'.
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When Ralf counts the seconds down to midnight, there are loud cheers; hugs all round, and then special hugs for Ralf before the boys fall into my arms and cling to me. I'm overwhelmed and teary-eyed as I fold the two beautiful creatures in my arms. My babies; my adorable baby boys: my Norbert whose spirit lives within them... all are fourteen years old today. And then another thought enters my head. Right now, in Germany, providing he has his parents' consent - our consent - Aleric is legally old enough to be Gareth's lover, and I feel a sense of immense relief.
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Gareth.
I give the boys their swords, wrapped beautifully in the presentation boxes. Eyes so wide that I think they're going to fall out of their eye sockets, they stare at me, and then they read the literature. Samurai swords made by Masanao Sekisumi, and colourful Samurai dress to go with them. I explain some of what I know about the master swords maker and how long it takes to make each sword, and their eyes grow even wider. Wisely, because the twins now know that the swords are not toys, they examine them carefully, marvelling at the quality; appreciating their beauty... picking them up and replacing them on the custom made stands that come with them, and marvelling at the belts and scabbards. Ralf and Gunther especially like them. They're older and understand quality metalwork. Respectfully, they don't ask me how much they cost. I look at Hansie for signs of jealousy. I see none, only the love he has for his special friends.
But I'd come prepared just in case he would be jealous. When the boys have digested their gifts, I go to the bedroom, bring out two more gifts, and give them to Hansie. He looks puzzled. I smile at him. "We can pretend it's your birthday."
He grins, and the boys help him open his presents... a bejewelled dagger that cost me another five thousand dollars, and a smaller Samurai dress. My reward for that? A big hug from Hansie; a look of thanks from Heindrich; and tears in Kurt's eyes.
Samurai dress time. Gretel takes the boys and their swords to their bedroom, closely followed by Hansie with his dagger, who is not to be left out. We hear laughter; lots of it, and then they emerge: three Samurai warriors; two adorned with Masanao Sekisumi Swords, and one wearing a bejewelled dagger at his waist; eyes plastered with mascara to make them look oriental; tiny topknots in their hair. They must have been practicing, because they stand in front of us, put their hands together in front of them, and bow low. We all applaud them. They bow low again, accepting their superiority and our subservience. Then they come to me as I sit on the sofa. They each put out a hand. I accept them. They pull me to my feet and all three hug me tightly. That hug is worth more than fifty thousand dollars, but that's all I wanted when I bought the swords and the dagger. Money does have its uses, and it can't buy love, but it can cultivate it once the seeds are sown, and the love I'm getting from these precious creatures is bamboo height when I take them in my arms.
But when I hug the boys I discover that, apart from underpants, they're naked beneath the Samurai dress, and I hurriedly shoo them away before my lust becomes too obvious. When I sit down again, Kurt grips my hand tightly. I allow him to do it. It's one of our special moments when we share the love we have for each other, just like the moment when I first saw my Angel of Pie Jesu and fell in love with him. Kurt is my emotional shoulder to lean on, and right now my emotions are at tipping point.
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Aleric.
I'm fourteen years old. Old enough now to be Gareth's boyfriend and nobody can harm him providing me or my parents don't make a complaint against him, and providing somebody doesn't stick their bloody nose in and try to make out that he's taking advantage of me. When Gareth was in America, I spent a lot of time researching the law here. It's not black and white; it's a grey area, but providing we don't go around making it obvious what we're up to, and doing daft things like fucking in public, then we should be alright. I've put the legal side to the back of my mind before, and because there was no way Gareth and I could have gone without the sex we have, I was taking a gamble that we wouldn't have been discovered. Nothing would have happened to me, but Gareth would have been in massive trouble if anybody ever found out what we've been doing. Now, providing we keep our heads down and don't attract attention, they won't harm him in any way except be horrible towards him because he's having sex with a young boy. We still won't advertise what we are, but at least now, Gareth can't be sent to jail if I tell them that it's me who's driving the agenda and not him and that I have my parents' consent, and that's a massive, massive relief to me. I think it is to Mum and Dad, too. Mum knew about us, but Dad never mentioned it. But it must have been in both their minds that we were sailing close to the wind and that we could have been in big trouble if anybody had caught us. Only tonight, when Gareth wanked me off in the Tiergarten, I breathed a sigh of relief afterwards that nobody caught us.
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The place is quiet. Kurt and his gang have gone home and everybody else is in bed. Gottwin is not asleep though, and he giggles under the duvet when he whispers, "Can I come with you?"
"No! Not tonight!"
He giggles again. "Spoilsport! Suck me off before you go then or I won't be able to go to sleep."
I giggle. "Not tonight. I want to go to him before he falls asleep. He's knackered after the flight and the Schnapps he's drunk. I hope Mum's closed their bedroom door. Right, I'm going now. Don't you make any daft noises when I'm gone, and don't have any nightmares!"
"What time are you coming back?"
"I've got no idea, but don't you get up before me. I'll see you in the morning. Wish me luck."
Gottwin pulls me to him and kisses me on the lips. "See you in the morning Bro." Then he grins. "Have a good time!"
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Very quietly, I creep along the corridor and see the familiar blue glow coming from the gap in the door to Gareth's bedroom. I open the door and see Gareth sitting up in bed. He grins at me and gestures for me to close the door. I've got my teeth clenched when I close it, but it makes hardly a sound as the latch clicks to. Then I go the side of the bed where Gareth is, and look at him. He looks at my face, and then at my body. He points to my pyjamas and makes a movement to tell me to take them off. Slowly I take off my pyjama top and let it fall to the floor. He reaches out and runs his fingers around me, making me gasp as he touches every sensitive part of me that is aching for him. Then he undoes the buttons on my pyjama bottoms, and slowly they slip from my hips until they fall to my feet, and he stares lustfully at my rigid pinkler. He signals for me to turn around, and when I do, he fondles my buttocks... his hand exploring the contours of them. When he's digested enough of my bottom, he tugs my hip to tell me to turn back again, so I do, and we stare, unblinking, into each other's eyes. He scoots down the bed until his head is on the pillow, and lifts the duvet. I step out of my pyjama bottoms and slide into bed. He folds the duvet over us and rolls me on top of him. I grab his hair and stare into his beautiful eyes, and then I crush my mouth against the lips of the man I've loved since the moment I laid eyes on him.
I must be crazy. I'm fourteen years old and I'm madly in love with a man who is thirty-two years old. It's not supposed to be like this. Boys like me are supposed to be going out with girls and feeling their tits at my age. But I'm not like other boys. I'm in the arms of a man more than twice my age and I adore the ruggedness of him... his strength... his manliness. And even more important is that no girl with big tits could ever make me feel like Gareth does when we have sex.
And that's why, after the kiss, I surrender my small body to him, certain in the knowledge that what he's going to do to me is what I really, really want.
To be continued...
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