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The Angel of Pie Jesu.
By John T. S. Teller.
Part 37.
Book two: Journey of the Coin.
Gretel.
It's almost nine-thirty and only Ralf and I are up and about. He doesn't seem to be bothered that nobody else has got up yet. He's spent a lot of time at the panoramic window staring at the city. But I know he's thinking. It's what he does... pretends to be blasé and quiet as if it's natural to him. But Ralf is natural when he's talking and discussing things or moaning about one thing or another. I wait patiently for what is to come. Eventually, he turns his wheelchair, looks at me drinking a cup of freshly brewed fennel tea while I'm sitting on the sofa, and asks, "Is this really happening?"
I smile at him. "Do you want me to pinch you?"
He grins. "This is crazy. It just doesn't happen to people like us."
"People like us?"
Ralf thinks for a short while. "Yes... people like us. Ordinary people. And all because our son sang a song that affected someone deeply. Pie Jesu Domine. Dona eis requiem. Pious Lord Jesus. Give them rest." He stares at me. "Why Aleric? Why us?"
I smile at him again. "The Lord works in mysterious ways. Just accept his grace. He's not finished with us yet."
Ralf looks puzzled. "What do you mean?"
I get up, put the cup on the glass table, go to him, stand behind him, wrap my arms around my man's neck, and kiss his cheek. "You're moving house."
Ralf's head jerks to look up at me. "Moving house! To where?"
I turn him around so he can see through the panoramic window. "Somewhere out there. The Wannsee. You're going to have a big house, with proper central heating that works even when the fire isn't lit; a boat; go fishing every day when your back is repaired, and live happily ever after with your ordinary wife."
Ralf's hand comes up and grabs mine firmly. "Am I going to meet another woman then?"
I giggle. "No."
Ralf giggles. "Then I won't be living happily ever after with an ordinary wife. I'm going to have to put up with a miserable old goat who bosses me about all the time. Anyway, what's all this about a boat on the Wannsee? It's not that boy again, is it?"
I kiss his hair. "It is. He's got it all worked out. He can spend Gareth's money better than Gareth can. Apparently, it's all done and dusted. We have little say in the matter. Gunther is to get a job here somewhere; the twins are to attend the same school if they've got time while they're being superstars; Aleric is to live here; Gottwin can flit between being with us and being here depending on what he wants; we get to live in that bigger house that we've always wanted, with proper central heating that works even when the fire isn't lit, and you get to fish away to your heart's content while I get to sit by the Wannsee and do my embroidery. How does that sound to you?"
Ralf chuckles and shakes his head. "Gareth will be disappointed."
"Why's that?"
"He won't get his cod."
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Gareth.
I can smell him. I can taste him: his semen; the sweat I licked from his back; the juices of his skin; his saliva; his love, as I stare at the painting that Aleric left leaning against the wall. The eyes of Raul's boy are mocking me; challenging me not to love him. My world is turning upside down all because of the love of a beautiful boy who can sing like an angel: the boy who is staring at me now. From the painting. Who is this boy? This angel? This Jezebel? Whoever; whatever he is, I have no power to change things. I am locked in the spell of loving him from which there is no escape; no sanctuary. And it hurts. It hurts that I have woken up and his deliciousness is not encompassed in my arms; it hurts that I cannot watch his beautiful eyes open and see his spirit greet me with love; it hurts that I cannot caress the curves of his body and feel at his sexuality; it hurts that I cannot be with him every second of the day and night. I miss him, and he's only in the other damned room! I need to see him!
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But he's not there when I wander into the lounge in my dressing gown. Ralf is there, and so is Gretel and Gunther, but no twins.
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Gottwin.
I can smell the sex on my beautiful brother. I'm getting used to the smell now. It's not particularly nice, but it's not unpleasant either... it's... different. And the aroma of sex has powers. For a start, it's given me a raging hard pinkler, and it's not just because I need a pee. But I do need a pee, and as quietly as I can so as not to disturb my beautiful brother, I ease myself out of bed and go to the bathroom. My pinkler is so hard that I have to force it down to pee in the toilet, and it takes ages to squeeze every last drop out of my bladder. And then I pad quietly back to the bedroom and get in bed again. I stare at my Aleric and think about what happened last night.
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Aleric was with Gareth. I was asleep. And then I was awake, shaking like a leaf as the feelings surged through me. I tried to fight them, even turning on the bedside light and throwing off to duvet to make sure I could see what I was feeling. My pinkler was rock hard, pulsating in rhythm with what my groin was doing: involuntarily making fucking actions. My mouth was wide open; my jaw quivering, and I was almost choking. And then the feelings surged through me. I watched it happen. I saw it. Half a dozen enormous spurts of spunk shot from my slit and landed on my belly and chest and face as I climaxed. And I never even touched my pinkler! I wasn't frightened. I knew what had happened. And that's why, when I'd cleaned myself up, I fell asleep with a grin on my face thinking that Gareth would be tired in the morning. But even that wasn't enough for my sexy brother. He had to have more when he came back to bed. But it was lovely fucking his gorgeous bottom. Better than fucking little Hansie.
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My turn to turn the tables on him now. I grab his shoulders and shake him. He grumbles and tries to push me away, so I lean in close and lick his lips. He tries not to smile, but he can't help it when I make the licks sloppy ones. Slowly, his beautiful eyes open and focus on mine. His eyes narrow, and then he's on me, pushing me onto my back and biting into my neck. That makes me laugh, and we both end up laughing until we hear a yell from the door, "Get up you pair of idle monkeys! It's ten o'clock!"
Because we're both naked, we stop fighting, pull the duvet over us, and grin at Mum. Almost simultaneously, we both say, "Coming Mum."
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Ralf.
Twenty minutes after Gretel shouted them, the twins come into the lounge fully dressed and hair combed beautifully. There's a mixture of joy and sadness when I see them. My two beautiful boys are now fourteen; no longer children... but neither are they adults. They're in that in-between stage. Although I'm not thinking of Gottwin when the thought crosses my mind, it applies to him too now: they're both of legal age to have sex. But why am I thinking about sex when I think about my boys? It's because of Aleric and the situation we find ourselves in. All this is because of sex. Yes, there is love, but love comes in many forms, and I'm in no doubt that Aleric and Gareth were in love sexually since the moment they met. They may not have known it at the time, but as sure as God made little apples, their love was never platonic.
They thought I didn't know. They, being Gareth and the twins and Gretel, but I didn't fall off a fir tree. It didn't take me long to get a whiff of what was going on, and once I had, then it wasn't too difficult to work it out. But where do we go from here? It's all getting very complicated. Getting? No, it's been complicated since the off. But it's not complicated in a sort of I don't want it to happen sort of way. No... the opposite actually. We've gone from a very ordinary family with a cripple for a husband/father into a family that has possibilities to be something else; something more normal: a family with potential. Most families have the potential to be successful if there's a lot of love between them, and the only difference between them and us is me being a cripple. The kids and Gretel have always made out that my injuries were not a problem to them, and I know they meant it in a loving way, but love in the family doesn't put good food on the table and a nice roof over their heads, and it certainly doesn't get them proper central heating that works even when the fire isn't lit!
I can't say I'm not nervous about meeting the surgeon: I am. But at least there's hope now. I couldn't afford hope before, but I can now. Well, Gareth can, and I find myself getting more like Aleric every day, especially when we came into this place. When Aleric told us that Gareth owned the entire block of apartments, it pretty much made my mind up that I'd take whatever was on offer and not feel the least bit guilty about it. I still remember the chat we had at home when Gareth was genuine when he said that it would give him joy to sort things out for us, and as Gretel and I so often say, and believe, it's God's will. I've always believed in God. When that damned wire hawser broke my back, I knew it was God's will. Everything for a reason, and only now can I see why it happened. God has placed his hand on Gareth's head and sent him to us. And no way am I going to turn my back on a goodwill gesture from God. I've given it some thought since Gretel and I had a chat this morning, and now, not only am I looking forward to seeing that surgeon, I'm also looking forward to having a look at the Wannsee. A house with proper central heating that works even when the fire isn't lit. That will be for Gretel. A nice motor cruiser will do for me, one made with a steel hull and not fibreglass, with deck planks and structure made with white oak and cherry wood. Oh, and a Volvo diesel engine. Yes, that will do nicely.
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Gareth.
Both twins have been giving me silly looks and giggling at me for a while. I know why they're doing it. I half expected Gottwin to come and join us last night. I reckon it was because it was my first night back at home and Aleric had laid down the law and told Gottwin that he wasn't welcome on the first night that he hadn't joined us. I'm showered and dressed, but I'm still tired. That's a combination of Aleric and the long flight. But I am hungry, and when I suggest we have something to eat, Aleric says, "It's not raining. How about we all go and have a meal at the Giraffe Café in the Tiergarten? We can have pancakes and honey and coffee. It will wake you up." Then I see that certain look in his amused eyes when he adds, "That flight looks as if its knackered you."
I almost burst out laughing, but manage to stop myself. But I do have to look away from him to the others to distract me, and I ask, "Anybody else want to do that?"
There's a chorus of `Yes!' from them all, so we make ready to go out.
The elevator was not designed for six people and a wheelchair, but we all manage to cram into it and descend to the ground floor. When we go out into the courtyard, Aleric and Gottwin go to the Bentley. I ignore them and continue walking with Gretel and Gunther, who is pushing his father in the wheelchair. Aleric yells, "Are we not going in the car? I thought we could drive to the Siegessäule and walk from there."
I look back at him. "No. This is a family breakfast. It's not raining, and the walk will freshen us all up."
Both twins run to catch up with us as I punch in the side-gate code and it opens for us, and I don't miss the look of disgust on Aleric's face that he's been outwitted. I make a mental note to be prepared for revenge at some point. My boy doesn't like not having things all his own way. We reach the Tiergarten, and Aleric takes his revenge. I have no say in the matter when he comes to my side, grabs my hand, and grips it tightly. Because we're leading the pack, I don't know where to put my face. Everybody can see what he's done... stating to the whole world that now he's reached the age of consent, he will do as he wants. I glance down at him. There's a smirk on his beautiful face, but his eyes are narrowed, challenging me to dissent. I don't. Instead, I chuckle and let him have his way, but once he's made the statement, he lets go of my hand and goes to Gottwin and drags him to a bridge over a stream, and they both stay there for a short while, looking at the small fish. I walk on with Gretel. She grins at me and then links my arm... refuge from her mad son who has thrown propriety to the wind. We both understand.
Aleric arranges the tables; tells me where to sit; tells the others where to sit, and then sits by me with his knee pressed firmly against my leg. We order: pancakes and honey all round even though I protest that I prefer toast. You need energy food to get over your flight! I accept his demands. They're quite nice actually, and I wolf them down. Aleric grins, waves to the waiter and orders some more for me and Gottwin and himself. The others decline. When those are gone, my boy grins into my eyes. "More?"
I decide to tease him. "Yes please. I can feel the energy returning."
That induces chuckles... all round. But Aleric is not to be beaten, so he orders a double portion. When they arrive, I decide that I've lost the battle and beg the boys to help me out. The smirk on Aleric's face is worth a million dollars. His Beautiful Man has been put firmly in his place. So we share them and then have more coffee and Aleric's leg is pressed even more firmly against mine under the table. My reward for accepting my new place in life. He's worse than bloody Kurt!
Kurt. He phones me just after we've finished, asks me rude questions, which I avoid, and then says he'll see us all at The Adlon for The Party. I'm just about to break the call when Aleric signals that he wants to talk to Kurt. I give him the phone, he gets up and stands a few metres away, and I hear him talking in code about what I wouldn't tell Kurt. Giggles; chuckles; downright belly-laughter, and then, with sparkling, laughing eyes, he gives the phone back to me. I look daggers at him and receive one of his cheeky grins.
His cheeky grins. I adore them. When he gives me one, they light a flame in my heart that burns so brightly that I know I cannot hide my feeling from the outside world. This beautiful boy is the light of my life. I love him more with every breath I take, and when we're walking back to the apartment, I grip his hand as tightly as he grips mine, and like Aleric, I no longer give a fuck what anybody thinks about a man and a boy holding hands: in love.
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Aleric.
Gareth is tired! Lots of times I see him yawning when he's talking on the phone; catching up on business. Mid afternoon I tell him to go and take a nap, but he just smiles and shakes his head. I'm feeling guilty. Part of his tiredness is because of our lovemaking last night. Even the pancakes and honey hasn't rebuilt his stamina. Am I growing up? I'm feeling a responsibility to my Beautiful Man. He's mine, and I need to take care of him. Late in the afternoon I slip off to our bedroom and sit on the end of the bed. The painting of me is still stood up by the wall. I stare at it; asking it silent questions; talking to Raul. He answers me, so I ring Kurt on my mobile and tell him of my worries that Gareth is so tired. He tells me that he'll do his best to make sure the party doesn't go on forever and that I'm to take Gareth home and, "Let him sleep! He's not fourteen years old!"
I giggle. "But I am."
Kurt makes me giggle even more when he says, "Then use the five fingers God gave to little boys! Either that or go to the bathroom now and use the toy I gave you!"
So when I've ended the phone call, I do. Twice to be exact: both times with the toy vibrating up my bottom.
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Gareth.
Kurt has done it again even though I know my credit card will take a battering later. Whatever would I do without my fantastic friend? Everything is organized to perfection, including the expensive clothes the Hahn family are to wear. Ralf and Gunther are in black tuxedos; Gretel in a most beautiful green dress that only a lady could have chosen. Kurt again, and I have little doubt that Gretel would not have had much to say about what she was to wear. This is our world, and Gretel wouldn't know what to expect, so I'm sure she would have taken Kurt's advice even though she's a stubborn bugger at times. She looks stunning, even to the point that when she's dressed, Ralf pretends to look around and ask where Gretel is. He gets a firm clout around the ear for that, and we all laugh.
But he's paid special attention to the twins, and I just know he's taken them to the really swank section of his shop to choose the clothes he normally rents out for special occasions. White tuxedos for them; white shirts; white bow ties; white dress shoes. My Angels of Pie Jesu. Identical Angels of Pie Jesu, especially when Gretel has brushed their shining hair to identical perfection and even I'm having difficulty telling them apart. It seems that only Gretel and Ralf and Gunther can do that. But that's how it should be.
(I'm chuckling to myself. If they were both in bed with me then I would be able to tell them apart. Both in bed with me? When will that happen again? It will happen. Aleric will see to that. The perverted little sod. But I'm not complaining. Well, not unless he tries it on tonight. Travelling and work and sex are catching up on me big style and I'll have a job dealing with Aleric, never mind two of the sexy sods.)
Black stylish overcoats with red silk linings on Ralf and Gunther ... with red silk mufflers; cream overcoats with green silk linings on the twins... with green silk mufflers, and a white camel hair coat on Gretel, and after I've dressed in my own dinner suit, we're ready.
I get a phone call, go to the window, and see that two black limos are parked in the road. Down in the crowded elevator, into the limos (Ralf and Gretel and Gunther in one... the twins and me in the other), and we swish off to The Adlon. Giggles from me when Aleric asks if I've remembered my wallet. A snort of Herr Moneybags! from him when I tell him I have an account and don't need one. The limos reach the front of The Adlon at the same time, and concierges usher us all into the hotel. We're escorted to the Gabrielle Restaurant. Mario greets us with open arms, not to hug us, but in open welcome. But he does take Gretel's hand to kiss it. He shakes Ralf's hand, enthuses over him, shakes Gunther's hand, and then mine. Finally, he turns to the twins, places a hand on each of their shoulders, pulls his head back so he can stare at them both, and then says enthusiastically, "I Tre Angeli! Welcome a back my a beautiful boys."
Then he points to the table where Kurt and Heindrich are sitting with Hansie, and says, "I Tre Angeli. All a together now. I Tre Angeli! Si?"
He's right. Hansie is dressed identically to the twins. I Tre Angeli indeed. They look stunning, and once again I have visions of them topping the bill at The Schiller.
But there are also others sitting around the massive circular table. This is indeed a celebration! Helena Herzog, my PS, together with her husband Josef (who is looking much better), and Frau Müller their music teacher, and sitting next to Hansie is the boy we met in the department store where we bought the games and stuff: Jan Strichter, who, from what I can gather from the boys' tittle-tattle, has a crush on little Hansie, and, bless Kurt, Jan has been togged out in a black tuxedo and all the trimmings. An amusing thought passes through my mind, and I turn and whisper into Gottwin's ear, "Where's the butler with his wooden clogs?"
He bursts into laughter.
Also at the table is my employee and friend, Pete Sawyer, director of operations of my company, UK Branch, and alongside him is Pete Townshend the publicist. And I now know this is more than a birthday party. Kurt the Bastard will have some explaining to do when this is over! So will Helena!
Apart from our own table being full, every other table in the room is also taken up. A full house for Mario. It doesn't surprise me. His restaurant and cuisine is famous in Berlin... for those who can afford it, that is. The seating arrangements were planned too, and I know Aleric must have been consulted and given his consent. He's on the opposite side of the table from me, with Gottwin, and both are seated between their parents with Gunther beside Gretel. The seat to my right is filled by Kurt, then little Hans and Jan and Heindrich. Helena is on my left with Josef, who is next to Frau Muller. And next to her is Townshend and then Pete Sawyer, who is next to Ralf. (Pete speaks fluent German, so he and Ralf will be able to communicate okay.)
From my seat I can't see them, but in a corner of the room behind me is a string quartet playing soft classical music. It's a beautiful setting... and damned romantic!
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Our menu is a set one, probably influenced by Kurt in conjunction with Mario when he was plotting things, and, no doubt, having sounded out the Hahn family what their tastes were. He wouldn't bother with me unless he knew whatever would not be to my liking, and Kurt knows what I like to eat. And he's kept it simple. Rather than the normal seven-course Italian meal, they've kept it down to five. (Hillbilly fare.) Six if you count the birthday cake.
Amuse bouche is Croxetti... a tiny portion of cold pasta and cherry tomatoes affected by herbs. (The boys giggle because it's so small, and make jokes that it's all they're having. Mario, who is hovering, gives them a friendly flip around the ears and then wags a finger at them, ordering them to eat. They stifle their giggles and do as they're told. Mario grins.)
Then the soup course. A nice rustic Italian Tomato Soup with toasted bread squares. It's delicious. (No complaints from the boys. They wolf it down. Mario grins.)
Entrée is Mozzarella Bruschetta Melts served on small baguettes. (Gone in no time with the boys. Mario's grin widens. It seems as though he doesn't care about anyone else just as long as his I Tre Angeli are happy.)
The main course makes me giggle and confirms my thoughts that Mario is only concerned about the boys... we all have his delicious Spaghetti Bolognese. (For that, he gets a thumbs up from Aleric and Gottwin, and he's giggling when he leaves us to eat.)
But his move par excellence is delivered after the table has been cleared and the cheese course set out. Four places are left empty of plates for the cheese. The twins and Hans and Jan are perplexed for a few moments, until, that is, Mario directs his staff to serve the four boys with boats piled high with four different flavours of ice cream, decorated with lots of different fruits. (Hans and Jan have cottoned on to the familiarity between the twins and Mario, and he gets four thumbs up this time. When Mario leaves us, he whispers in my ear, "I quattro angeli like a my ice a cream.")
Some things are beyond beautiful and lift you onto a spiritual plane that is not of this earth, and after the meal is over, I'm taken there. It's a complete surprise. But only to me. To everyone else at our table it's the culmination of practice and skullduggery while I was away. Kurt again. The bastard! Helena is not a bastard, but this rendezvous could not have taken place without her brilliant organizational skills.
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The table is cleared. The string quartet play a fanfare as the beautiful birthday cake sparkling with fourteen candles is brought in... the boys cut it together, and we toast our boys' birthday. The whole room toast our boys' birthday. And then! Kurt again?
Mario bangs a large spoon on a table behind me, the string quartet stop playing, and I turn to look at what he's doing. The room is silent. He grins. "Ladies and a Gentlemen. Tonight is a da birth-a-day of something a special. I present you with... I Tre Angeli!"
I'm puzzled; baffled, but then I get an idea of what may be to come when the twins and Hansie get up and join Mario in the corner of the room. Then I'm sure what's going to happen when Kurt on one side of me turns his chair and makes me do the same so we can see the boys properly, slips his arm through mine, and links me tightly. There's no escape, and when the quartet begin to play, I recognize the music immediately. Tears fill my eyes even before they begin to sing. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Fs_3I4rX2E ) Aleric takes solo.
Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu,
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem, Dona eis requiem
Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu,
...
Aleric's eyes never leave mine, and he holds his head up high while he sings. Inside, my heart is breaking, full to overflowing of the deep love I have for my boy... for my two boys... for my three boys, and I feel myself choking up. Kurt's arm grips me tighter. I am trapped in my overwhelming love. No escape until the boys have finished and I can take the serviette and wipe my face. But no one's eyes are on me, they're on the boys, and when the song has ended, the room explodes in rapturous applause; everyone standing to pay homage to I Tre Angeli.
The boys are laughing, and then they begin again.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMp_v-I9Z9o )
I am the hours
And moments of your yesterday
I am your time gone by
All days and ages fleeting long since passed away
As endless years roll by.
...
More rapturous applause. And then...
One `o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock...
...and little Hansie puts on his own show and woos the audience again. Frau Müller tut-tuts loudly, but even she cannot keep a smile from her face. When the applause rings out again, a strange thought passes through my mind. Herr Biermaier should have been here to see what he created, and I wonder where he is at this exact moment.
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Herr Biermaier.
Inebriated from the large amount of beer I've drunk in the bar down in the valley below me, I almost fall out of the VW Camper to take a piss when I get back to the lonely house on the hillside. This place: Velilla de San Esteban in the middle of fucking Spain! I hate it! Fuck that bastard Kurt Bayersdorf! One day I'll kill him for this, and that bastard Brit; Rhys-Jones! They've stolen my boys... my beautiful boys... my lovely Hansie... my beautiful Hansie. I want him! I need him! I want his sweet, tender young body as much as I want to breathe. I'd drive back to him now if I wasn't so afraid of the consequences.
Although I hate this place, it's ideal for us. That's why Pieter Brucher bought it. It's where he brings his boys. Away from the maddening crowd. He likes them a little older than me, but in his high position in politics, a sixty year old man fucking fourteen or fifteen year olds doesn't sit well. He's not impartial to a bit of younger stuff. That's why I'm here. I've loaned him a few of my tasty, more `outgoing' younger boys in the past... those who actually drive the agenda rather than needing to be seduced; those who were once like Hansie but a few years older and took matters into their own hands because they enjoy being fucked and dominated. And Pieter likes to dominate. Oh yes... Pieter likes to dominate. He's worse than me. The room in the basement - the Underground Room - is fully equipped for domination. I've got a key to it and my fantasies are having little Hansie in there begging me to dominate him.
Yes, Pieter and I are Brothers-in-Arms. That's why he was the only person I could go to when the shit hit the fan. It was Pieter who put an arm around me and told me to use this place until my house is sold and I can buy something more permanent; something better situated with gorgeous boy creatures in the vicinity that I can lure into my web. But I haven't seen anything around here yet that I have a remote chance of ensnaring. Except... maybe those two boys who go swimming in the lake?
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Gareth.
The goodbyes are lengthy when we leave The Adlon. When we're outside, I pull Kurt to one side and stare into his eyes. "Thank you, you tart."
He grins at me. "I love you too, darling." Then he points to Aleric, who is looking at us with a grin on his face. "I've told sexy boy to treat you gently tonight. He phoned me and said he was worried that you were so tired. I told him that it was old age catching up with you. If you can't get a hard on, just use the toy I gave him. He likes that."
I chuckle and grab him and hug him. He sinks into me and sneaks a kiss on my cheek. We both chuckle. Then I push him away and go and take my leave of the others. I arrange to meet Sawyer and Townshend at the office tomorrow, and then thank Frau Müller and Josef for coming to the party. I shake Heindrich's hand warmly. Jan, Hansie's crush, comes to me shyly and shakes hands. Then I watch him go right back to the little boy's side and I don't miss them holding hands. It seems that the tittle-tattle is true, and I wonder where Jan is staying tonight. If I know my Kurt, there might be four staying in their apartment. Finally, I go to Helena and fold her into my arms and kiss her forehead. She might only be my PS, but I love this woman who makes my life so much easier. When we break the hug and she looks up into my face, I tell her, "You know that you'll always be very special to me, don't you."
She smiles at me. "It works both ways. Thank you Gareth."
The limos are waiting patiently. Mario, after I've slipped a 500 Euro gratuity into his hand for everything he's done – and I'm sure he didn't leave a stone unturned to make this such a special evening, makes sure we're all tucked safely into them, and then he stands at the kerbside and waves while we swish away to the apartment.
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As soon as we get to my place, the twins rush off to get out of their restrictive tuxedos and emerge from their room giggling, wearing Samurai dress. No topknot and no mascara, and I can see their naked legs below the bottom of the dress. I'd bet all my wealth that's all they're wearing. Ralf and I have a couple of schnapps, and then Ralf and Gretel and Gunther and Gottwin drift off to bed. Although I'm tired. I'm not so tired that I don't know that Gunther should be sleeping in the lounge. But he's gone... with Gottwin, and I know more skullduggery has gone on behind my back. Just Aleric and I are left standing. Well, we're sitting actually, on the sofa, and as soon as the coast is clear, Aleric snuggles into my arms. But not until he's put on some Sigor Ros, and while he snuggles into me, Jonsi Bergisson serenades us softly in the background with his spiritual voice as he sings Glósóli.
Heaven is having your boy snuggled into your arms while the beautiful music plays, and when he turns his face up to me and tells me, "I love you more than anything in the world, Herr Moneybags," I'm on an even higher plane than Heaven.
I give him a gentle kiss on his soft lips and tell him, "This song always reminds me of when we met in our special place by the Baltic. I can smell the sea, feel the wind, but most of all I can see you. Your cheeks were red because it was cold, and your beautiful eyes were sparkling. I remember looking into them and thinking that you were the most beautiful creature that ever existed. You're beautiful, Aleric, and I love you."
Aleric's eyes are misted with tears, and he puckers his lips. I kiss him again, and he whispers, "Nothing will ever come between us. Promise me!"
I nod. "I promise." He sinks into me and holds me very tightly. I hug him back, and we share our special love without more words. Words are useless when two people in love are sharing the spiritual aspect of that love.
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But nothing lasts forever, and when Aleric gets up when the music has finished and holds out a hand to me, I take it and allow him to lead me to our bedroom. I take a pee; he takes one. I undress and get into bed. He takes off the Samurai dress and slides in beside me. I pull him to me. He wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me softly on the lips. I reach down and stroke his hardness. He doesn't resist. The arms around my neck tighten; the kiss becomes passionate, and then he stops me playing with him. He sighs deeply with his eyes closed, and when he opens them, he stares into my own eyes. He smiles and kisses my lips softly before he says, "You're tired. Go to sleep."
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Aleric.
Almost as soon as I tell Gareth to go to sleep, his eyes close and I feel him going limp in my arms. That's when the real tears come. Love hurts, and I sob and sob and sob because I love my Beautiful Man so much. Today I was fourteen years old... old enough, and that's why Mum made the sleeping arrangements. Tonight is like our honeymoon. Today, in my mind, I married my Beautiful Man. By rights this should be the sexiest night of our life, but the old bugger has gone and fallen asleep on me. I chuckle through my tears. He might be tired, but I'm not.
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My first climax is between Gareth's non-resisting lips, and afterwards I slide down the bed and rub our lips together until the small amount of semen I've made is either in his mouth or mine. After that I talk to him in soft whispers. "I love you Gareth. I loved it when I saw you crying tonight. It reminded me of the first time we met... the night you ran away and cried your eyes out in a car park, but tonight you've taken me home on our honeymoon night. Yes Gareth... that how it's always going to be to me now... my fourteenth birthday is the day I married you. You don't know it and I may never tell you about it, but that's what has happened. You're mine completely now... all mine and nothing will ever take you away from me. I love you too much to let that happen, Gareth. Thank you for the beautiful gifts you brought us. The Samurai dress is brilliant. I can walk about in it wearing a massive hard on and nobody can see it. I'd got one when you hugged us. I reckon Gotty had one too. You know what a sexy sod he is. Oh, that's another thing. Did I mention that you've also married my twin brother? No? Well you have! That's how it is, Gareth. You can't have one without the other, and we're going to have him sharing our bed sometimes. You'll like that, Gareth, once you've stopped being so shy about it. Any arguments and we'll chop your pinkler off with our Samurai swords! I'm warning you! We will! LOL."
I'm wondering what to do next, and decide to pay his pinkler a visit. It's soft and lying across his tummy, so I hold it and rub it all over my face, and then kiss it repeatedly. It stays completely soft, but there's a certain niceness about it when it's soft. It's cuddly. But it's not good for sex when it's like this, and right now my pinkler is raging hard again. What to do? I know.
Gareth never stirs when I clamber over him and sit on his strong thighs. I roll my foreskin right back as far as it will go, roll Gareth's back so I can just see the head of his glans, put our knobs together and stretch Gareth's foreskin so it's completely over mine. Apart from when we're kissing and when he's up my bum, this is a way we can connect: be as one; Gareth and Aleric joined by our pinklers. For wanking purposes, his foreskin is now my foreskin, and it's doing the same job as I rub it over my swollen knob, and it's not long before the feelings surge through me again.
That's it now Gareth. I think we'll call it a day. But tomorrow I want you up my bum!
I snuggle into my Beautiful Man, smelling his warmth; his manliness, and think of Kurt. Tomorrow I'll tell Kurt that everything he arranged was my wedding day. He'll love that. He might even give me some more toys for us to play with. Yes, me and Kurt will have some more fun tomorrow. He's had loads today. He couldn't stop laughing when I asked him if Jan was sleeping with Hansie tonight. He tapped the side of my nose and called me a nosy bitch. That told me all I needed to know. Jan will have a sore pinkler in the morning if I know Hansie, and Hansie's bum will be as happy as a dog with two tails. LOL.
Goodnight Gareth, my Beautiful Man. I love you.
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Meanwhile, in apartment 22 on Wartenburgstrasse.
Hansie.
"Goodnight Mum. Goodnight Dad. See you in the morning."
Mum and Dad give me hugs, and then Mum says. "Off to bed you two. And don't be late getting up! We've got a busy day tomorrow!"
Jan looks very nervous, so I give him my best grin and walk towards our bedroom. I hear him say goodnight to Mum and Dad, and then he's with me when we go into the corridor that leads to the bedrooms. We've been alone in my bedroom before, but this is his first sleepover. Mum arranged it with his parents by saying that the birthday party wouldn't finish until the early hours and that it was no problem putting Jan up in the spare room. Spare room? We haven't got one. This is a two bedroom apartment, and Jan is sleeping with me. I'm nervous and excited. We've done stuff before when Jan has walked me home from school, but this is the first time we've slept together. Don't let me down, Jan. Please!!!!
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Kurt.
We hug Hans, and then I pat him on his cute little bum and tell the boys to go to bed. Hans grins, but Jan looks nervous. I almost burst out laughing but manage to control myself. Well, until they've gone that is. When I hear their bedroom door close, I go to Heindrich and fall into his arms, chuckling like a crazy person. He holds me tight and begins to chuckle. Then he grabs my bum and says, "You scheming bitch."
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. He responds, so I reach down with one hand and grope his hardness. He shudders. I shudder. And we switch out the lights and go to bed.
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Heindrich's pinkler is buried deep inside me. I can tell when he's reaching his climax, so I wrap my legs around him to prevent him leaving me, and then it happens... the most fantastic feeling in the world when a man fucks you and the sensations are simultaneous. A pulsating prick inside me; passionate lips against passionate lips... let the feelings flow girl!
Wrapped in Heindrich's arms, I'm thinking that maybe my precious boy will manage what we have tonight. Hansie and I have no secrets. We talk, and I know Jan has not penetrated him yet. They've played about, but not the full monty. Tonight Hans wants the full monty. That's why he has all the necessary: gel and condoms. If I know my boy, the condoms will be unused in the morning. He'll want it bareback. God... I hope Jan doesn't let him down! Hans has been in heat from the moment I told him Jan could stay over. I'll know in the morning. I'll only have to take one look at my little boy's face to know if it's happened.
If he does have his way it will be more than Aleric gets. Gareth was knackered when he went home. The poor man... a long flight... work... and Aleric... a lethal combination. I begin to chuckle. Heindrich wraps me in his arms. He doesn't ask what I'm chuckling about. He knows me inside out. That's why he loves me. He knows I'm a very naughty girl.
To be continued...
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