The Angel of Pie Jesu 47

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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

By John T. S. Teller.

Part 47.

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

Aleric.

I'm excited when I get in the Jaguar with Kurt and he pulls away from the apartments. Maybe I should rephrase that: I'm sexcited! For a start, Kurt looks very much like a proper man now, and that isn't what Kurt is. Maybe he's done what I've done? Although I'm now dressed in an all-boy outfit of blue jeans and a denim jacket over a blue t-shirt, and I'm wearing blue and white trainers, I've also brought a small suitcase instead of an overnight bag, and in it is a suit that I love: a creamy-yellow, Indo-Western style jacket in brocade, with six buttons that button up almost to the top of the jacket, but it's fashionable to leave just the top button open because it doesn't have a collar. Underneath it, all I'll be wearing is a white, close-neck, plain white vest. The pants have a crease down them that you could cut your fingers on, and I've got cream socks to go with cream, leather shoes. Kurt gave the outfit to me about a month ago when Gareth and I were going to the theatre.

It's what Kurt does: chooses almost everything I wear. It's become a passion with him. I can never walk into his shop without he's got a package waiting for me, and every time he gets me something, I always get that naughty wink of his, along with the comment, "These will make you look dead sexy." But it's not just me he does this with. Little Hans always looks a million dollars wherever he is, and Gotty gets sorted too. But Gotty's wear is less demure: more manly and mostly blue jean stuff. In a strange way, although he's my beautiful twin brother, I know exactly why he attracts so many girls. If I wasn't his twin brother, I think I would be attracted to him that way. We still do sex things together, but it's only because we're both a pair of randy sods.

But why have I brought the super suit that even Mum doesn't know I've packed? Because I've been thinking... not about the rock concert we're going to at Potsdam, but about the meal we're having later at Bedri's place. I'm a gay boy, with a feminine man, and we'll be eating at one of the most famous gay dives in Berlin. To those in the know, that is. The place will be full of gay men and women, and I want to look my best for them. It all comes down to what Kurt was saying yesterday: it's the knowledge that you're desirable that is the greatest turn-on. And one person in particular I want to tease is Bedri. In fact, when Kurt said how many boys had fallen into his trap of being seduced, I immediately saw it as a challenge to make myself so desirable to him that even though he's old, his juices will be running down his leg when he serves us. I'm going to tease the old pervert to death! LOL. And that's why I'm sexcited! This is an adventure, and I even have a surprise for Kurt!

**********

"Well," asks Kurt as we get in the car and pull out of the packed car park when we're leaving the rock concert, "did you enjoy that?"

I grin at him. "It was fantastic. Status Quo! Have you ever seen anything like it in your life?!"

Kurt laughs. "It was bit too loud for me. My head is still banging away inside now."

I make a clenched fist. "Wait `till I tell Gotty how good they were. He'll be dead jealous. You're in his bad books you know!"

Kurt laughs again. "I know. He wouldn't speak to me when I picked you up."

I chuckle. "He called you a `fucking old queer' last night in bed."

Kurt gurgles with laughter, and asks, "Is that what he said?"

I grin, and nod. "The exact words. I couldn't stop laughing, so he called me a `fucking queer' as well."

I'm worried Kurt will crash the car because he's laughing so much, and he manages to ask, "And what did you say to that?"

I chuckle. "I told him not to be so disgusting, and then I sort of satisfied him to make him feel better." Fortunately, we're almost by a lay-bye, and Kurt drives into it and stops the car. Then he howls with laughter until tears are running down his cheeks. When he's quietened down, I ask him, "What's so funny?"

He can't stop laughing when he says, "Actually, he was at the concert tonight. Because Quo didn't come on until eight-thirty, I arranged for a Limo to pick him and his girlfriend up at six. I charged it to Gareth's account. They're still there."

I stare at him. "I didn't see them!"

"I was hoping you wouldn't. There were thousands there, so I thought we might not meet. I took a chance that we wouldn't."

"Does he know we're staying at Bedri's tonight?"

Kurt shakes his head. "No. Like your Mum and Dad, he thinks we're staying with friends of mine because I need to catch up on them because I haven't seen them for a while. The limo is picking them up at eleven and taking them home."

I snarl at him. "You tart!" I look at the clock in the car... 22.48 hours. "I've a good mind to go right home!"

Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "Your decision. I can always say my friends weren't well and we decided to go home."

I stare at him, and then grin. "You swines! You've all played a joke on me. Wait `till I get my hands on him! I'll rip that bloody pinkler right off him!"

Kurt laughs. "Well? Home or a sexy night at Bedri-the-Pervert's place? Your decision."

I chuckle. "Bedri's place. I'm going to tease the old pervert to death even more now I'm angry at you two!"

**********

Bedri Tabak.

Tonight is a very special night, and tonight, Bedri Tabak is dressed for the occasion. No western dress... I will be wearing the sherwani that is only worn on special occasions because it originates from further east from my own place of birth: from Persia... the land of true boy-love that goes back millennia, and the land from which I was truly descended. The sherwani is a mid-blue silk one, and with it I'm wearing black silk pants and sandals, a dark-blue bejewelled fez decorated with intricate patterns woven with gold thread, and I have had my beard trimmed to perfection. Tonight is Türkische Nacht, and my restaurant is fully booked. There is a reason I'm dressed particularly well tonight: Kurt Beyersdorf phoned me and booked a table for two; for himself and the angel named Aleric Hahn... the boy who now fills my head with beautiful thoughts before I go to sleep... after I've watched the film of him and his man, of course!

The best table, table 12, which is a four-person table, is reserved solely for them, and my staff has strict orders that only I will wait upon the occupants of that table.

*********

I check my watch. 8pm. Another hour before Türkische Nacht begins. Unlike the uncivilised western world, we of Persian descent retain old customs, and the night is still young yet. Kurt Beyersdorf said he and Aleric would be arriving at around eleven-thirty. That's late for a young boy to have dinner, but they'll be at that rock concert at Potsdam until the main artists have finished. I smile to myself. That's wonderful. A boy at a rock concert: young in body and young at heart. It's why I love boys. Not only do they have delicious bodies, they have boundless energy.

I am using Muhammad's (PBUH) finest aphrodisiacs: a concoction of frankincense, myrrh, musk, rose petal and sweet almond blossom; magic ingredients I have chosen tonight for this beautiful boy. The best. The very best. The very, very best... sprinkled lightly on his bedsheets and feather down pillows, and my sherwani will have just enough on it to catch his senses when I serve him his food. The frankincense and myrrh will calm his nerves whilst stimulating his spirit, and the rose petals and sweet almond blossom will arouse his passions. But I am a modern man, and 50mg of Viagra will also help. I may have used 100mg had this delectable boy been less agile, but I have seen him in action, and I know he has a libido like a rabbit in heat when he is aroused, so 50mg is enough for him. But 100mg is not too much for me, and I will take one blue triangle half an hour before it happens.

Will it happen? I planted small seeds of lust when last he was here, and I am sure they will have grown tenfold by now. It's what little boys do: ponder; wonder; and then curiosity gets the better of them. I have used the ploy countless times, and only circumstances of unavailability have not born fruit. And tonight it must work. Aleric Hahn is the most beautiful boy Bedri Tabak has seen in his entire life... even more beautiful and desirable than Kurt was as a boy. I am besotted by his presence.

**********

Eleven-thirty. Perfect timing. I greet them with low salutations and escort them to their rooms: Kurt in the green room, next door to the blue room, which is the same room Aleric and his man stayed in the last time he was here and which he will be using tonight. (I have checked all the equipment. Everything in good order and cameras positioned correctly.) I leave them to shower and change. Already my old heart is beating wildly. I didn't miss the look of admiration on Aleric's face when he saw how I was presented, and neither did I miss the appreciative smile on his beautiful face when I twinkled my old eyes at him. The scene is set, and now I wait for Muhammad (PBUH) to bless me with good fortune. The music should help. I have informed the small band I ordered that the magical tones of the flute and lyre are to be romantic for this special night.

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Aleric.

The room is almost the same; memories of that special night with Gareth come flooding back to me, and I feel guilty that I'm doing this. I almost decide to shower and eat dinner in the same clothes I'm wearing, but then a vision of Bedri flashes through my mind. Kurt said on the way up here that this was a special Turkish night: Türkische Nacht, and Bedri only has them on very special occasions, so it would be rude of me not to dress properly and upset him.

I strip and shower, and then go back to the bedroom to dress. There's a beautiful aroma in the room that wasn't here when Gareth and I stayed last time. It's not overpowering; just a hint of it wherever I go, and when I lift the duvet, it's in there too. And on the pillows. I take a deep breath and inhale. Wonderful! Sexy! I was feeling sexy before I showered, but this aroma has heightened my senses and I have difficulty hiding the erection in my pants when I dress. I manage it, and then sit on a small stool in front of the dressing table mirror to brush my hair, humming to the beautiful music drifting up from the restaurant. Kurt stirs me from my reverie when he knocks on the door, which I've locked, and says that he's going down and I'm to join him when I'm ready. I call back to him that I'm almost ready, and I'll join him in a few minutes. When he's gone, I spend another couple of minutes making sure I'm as near to perfection as I can achieve, open the blue velvet box that I've brought with me, and take out the gold, small blue-diamond stud earring, and thread it through the hole I had pierced two weeks ago and which nobody knows anything about. And then I venture down the stairs. To what? To tease the old man who makes me feel sexy. That's what this is all about: SEX, and I shiver with sensuality. Although it's late, I'm just beginning to wake up.

*********

I've spent all day with a man, but sitting at our table is a beautiful woman. Kurt is wearing a dark wig and a fantastic ruby coloured silk dress with red high-heeled shoes. When I sit opposite him, I grin at him, and say, "You look fantastic!"

He wriggles his shoulders, and says, "Shush! You'll have me smudging my mascara if you bring me to tears you naughty boy!"

I smile at him, and then reach for his hand. "But you do. You really are beautiful, Kurt. You tart!"

Kurt giggles. "And I love you, too." Then he studies me for a moment before putting a hand under my chin and tilting my head to look at the earring. "Wow!" he says, "That's beautiful! Did Gareth buy it for you?"

"No. I want it to be a surprise for him when he gets back. It cost a fortune; all this month's allowance, but I want to look good for him when he gets home."

Kurt tickles my chin and smiles into my eyes. "I had a text off him earlier. He told me to tell you that he loves you."

I can feel my eyes misting over when I reply, "I miss him, Kurt."

Kurt strokes my cheek. "I know you do. So do I. But it won't be long before he's home and we can hug him again. He's our special man."

I smile, and nod. "I know." Then I giggle. "He was with another boy today." Kurt looks puzzled. I grin at him, and add, "He's been invited to have dinner with the bloke he's just ripped off, and he has a fifteen year old son."

"And are you jealous?"

I nod. "Yes, but if I know Gareth, if the boy makes the slightest move on him, he'll wet his pants."

Kurt laughs. "We know him well. I'm still trying to work out how you managed to snare him."

I chuckle. "I didn't. You did, you tart!" And then I stare into Kurt's eyes, and say, "Thank you."

Kurt nods. "It was for the best. His best. God knows what would have happened to him if I hadn't used all my magical powers to get you two together." He smiles reflectively. "It was so beautiful. When I took him out at the interval to have a cigarette, he was literally shaking because of the experience."

I'm just about to ask him to tell me more when Bedri approaches.

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Bedri Tabak.

Muhammad (PBUH) has really blessed me this evening. Not only has he delivered this gorgeous boy into my presence, he has also adorned him in clothes with a hint of my culture to feast my eyes upon. He is heaven festooned in cream. Cream suits him, and the diamond in his ear sparkles like his eyes. No boy before him has taken such care with his appearance, and I know he has not done it to catch the eye of the clientele: he has dressed like this for me. The small seeds of lust I planted when last he was here have indeed taken root, and tonight I am hoping I will smell the sweet blossoms of his flowering emotions.

I watched him walk into the room. Almost every eye turned upon him. Yes, even those who think they would not tread upon the hallowed ground that is forbidden to all but those of us who dare venture into it. There will be juices flowing in the pants of the men here, but I suspect that may apply to those of a feminine bent, too. The boy is hermaphrodite: a fusion of beauty of both sexes. And his partner, Kurt, is a temptress. She will look gorgeous to those who prefer their men to be women. One in particular has already set his eyes upon her. But that's the plan. She will not be sleeping alone this night.

And now I will attend to every wish of this gorgeous couple and be the envy of the room. But I will take my time. A meal should never be rushed, and I will give them both time and wine between courses, of which there are five this evening. Three hours should do it.

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Gareth.

I'm awake at six. After last night, I'm surprised I'm awake so early, especially because I didn't get to sleep until two this morning. Maybe it's because I'm missing speaking to Aleric at the `normal' times. No it's not! It's because of what is going on in two different parts of this world, especially last night.

Last night. Mr Miyagi has a lovely family - a beautiful wife and two beautiful daughters, and an even more beautiful son – Yokiko, which means snow child. He was called that because he was born under the shadow of the snow covered Mt Fuji in this lovely home high in the hills of Arahata Tokorozara, and even in the half-light of this morning the view from my bedroom window of the snow covered mountain is stupendous. But I am not myself this morning. Things have happened that should not have happened.

*********

Last night. I'd arranged for a limo to bring me and take me back from Mr Miyagi's home after we'd eaten, but as soon as I arrived I was informed by him that a room had been made ready for me to stay over. Knowing the Japanese as I do, I knew it would be dishonourable to reject his hospitality, so I cancelled the return trip.

The house is beautiful: a large, two storey pagoda-type dwelling with both an indoor garden complete with a pond full of Koi Carp, and an outdoor garden of some size, which stretches down a slight incline through many cherry trees that still have late blossoms on them. Serene, that's what it is, and I like it. But I like the company more, especially Yokiko.

Yokiko. He's almost an oriental Aleric, slightly older, but he looks just as young as my special boy. No, he can't sing like an angel, but he can certainly flirt as well as my Special One. He's definitely gay, and definitely more effeminate than my Aleric, so maybe that's why it didn't happen. It could have. Throughout the evening I was getting all the signals (I'm an expert on them now) and the closeness of him as he sat by my side during the meal was definitely stirring the feelings that Aleric has unearthed from deep within my psyche. I found myself imagining the slender body beneath his clothes, how soft would be his skin to touch and fondle, what it would feel like to ejaculate in the warmth of him, and I'm sure that had I wanted to, I could have bedded him last night. In fact, looking back at the evening now, I'm sure part of the intentions of the meal was to introduce us. Mr Miyagi is a clever man, and he will have done his homework on me. It will not have passed his attention that I am a thirty two year old man who is not married, and if he has a son who is gay and who likes older men, then I would be a super catch. But two things stopped me from acting on my fantasies. The first is because Yokiko is too effeminate for me, and the second was because I was feeling tremendously guilty that I was having these thoughts in the first place. There was a third thought. I kept thinking about that damned spirit. Has it travelled halfway around the world to test my resolve? Well, it can fuck off! Never in a million years would I betray my beautiful boy! God... I love him so much!

*********

The black limo arrives. I check my watch. 8am Tokyo time: 1am Berlin time. I've had a light breakfast with the Miyagi family, and I detect a sadness in Yokiko's eyes that I am leaving. I thank them for their hospitality, bid them farewell, and the limo drives away. Twenty minutes into the drive back to the Intercontinental and I go online to check the times of flights to Berlin. There's a Finnair flight via Helsinki that will take almost fifteen hours, and which leaves at midday, with just one first class seat available, and after I've calculated that I can just about make it, I book it and sit back to think about what I'm doing. I haven't bought swords for the boys. The deal to sell Kaisaki Industries (West) is done, but we have not yet signed the final documents that will see the company handed over. It will be a formal ceremony and I will be required to attend, but that will not take place until Friday coming. I can fly back for that, and as a special bonus, I'll bring Aleric with me. Sod the schooling! We'll spend a few days in Japan together. That will be wonderful, and I can take him to actually meet those who make his swords.

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Aleric.

Some things are just enchanting, and this evening is one of them. The meal is wonderful, served up by the naughty but strangely beautiful old man, Bedri, who has been flirting with me throughout the evening. The wine is going to my head and I can't help crooning to the gentle, soothing music of the flute and lyre. My body is aching with desire for sex, and I know nothing can save me now from what I'm sure is going to happen later; something that Kurt described earlier during the meal: his first time with Bedri. There were no fine details, but he described the emotions of what happens when an expert lover of boys takes you to bed, and he even warned me to stop flirting with Bedri because these things can get out of hand. But I'm past that point now. I have decided that I will experience what the old man has to offer, and the key in the door will not be in the lock when I go to bed. There's a small, white button by the bedside that guests need to press if one needs attention during the night. I will be pressing that button in the pretence that I need a headache tablet, which will bring Bedri to my room. Once he's in there, things will take care of themselves, and all the attention I need will be taken care of.

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Gareth.

I look at my watch. 8.30am Tokyo time: 1.30am Berlin time. It's late. Dare I? Should I at this time of night. Or should I wait and fly back without telling him and surprise him. Then I feel it: the surroundings become a blur; the hum of the limo fading away so that I can hardly hear it, and then a vision. Water; a beach; our special place. I shake my head and more water appears, but this time it's the gentle waves of the Wannsee and I'm with Aleric, holding hands as we walk into the water together, and I shiver violently as The Spirit invades my being. Oh, my God! Has something happened to my precious boy?! With shaking hands, I call him on the phone.

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Aleric.

1.30am. I've just eaten my desert; Kazandibi, which Bedri served with a twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes and a gentle caress on the back of my hand as he adjusted my napkin for me, when a strange feeling comes over me. The room becomes a blur, and I feel a hot tingling all over my skin, and then it goes deep inside me, to my heart, which is pounding. I look at my hands and see that they're shaking, and Kurt asks, "Are you okay, Aleric? You look ill!"

I stare at him without seeing him, and then my Gareth Phone vibrates in my trouser pocket. I look at Kurt. "It's Gareth. I'll go outside and take the call."

**********

The soft voice in my ear is like an electric shock, bringing me back to reality when Gareth says, "Hi. I hope I haven't woken you or disturbed anyone?"

I think quickly. I have to or all is lost. "No, it's okay. We were having a late evening with Kurt's friends and haven't gone to bed yet." I chuckle. "You know what he's like when he's been drinking. He can talk the hind legs off a donkey. Luckily, I felt our phone vibrate on my pinkler, so I've come outside to answer it. That's why it's taken me a while to answer. Are you okay? What time is it there?"

Gareth Chuckles. "I was hoping you kept your phone down your underpants and you'd got it on vibrate. It's what you usually do, you sexy sod. Did you enjoy the concert?"

I laugh. "Yes, the concert was great. It didn't end `till late, that's why we're still up. We've had a meal here after we arrived. I almost came when the phone vibrated. Anyway, why are you ringing me now, and what time is it there?! I've asked you once!"

"Eight thirty in the morning and I'm on my way back to the hotel to pick up my stuff, and then I'm catching a flight to Berlin in just over three hours time."

I'm shocked, and can hardly speak when I stumble out the words, "You... you're coming home?"

"Yes. Unless you don't want me to?"

"But what about the rest of your business that was supposed to take until the end of the week?"

"They can do without me until next Friday for the formal signing and changeover, and I was missing you so much that I decided to come home, and then... wait for this... you and I will fly here together and have a couple of days holiday after it's all over. What do you say to that?"

For a while I can't say anything because the surprise has left me speechless, and then I blurt out, "Fantastic! What time do you land here? Which airport?"

Gareth laughs. "Tegel, at about seven thirty in the evening your time. So I'll be with you about eight if I can clear customs quickly. Are you happy?"

Tears are flowing from my eyes when I say, "I'm so happy that you've made me cry. Oh, Gareth, I love you so much! Please don't let the plane crash!"

Gareth's voice is soft when he says, "Don't worry. Our spirit will make sure that doesn't happen. As a matter of fact, I've been getting your daft feelings. I was as right as rain, and then the damned thing invaded me and made me book the flight home. I don't think it likes us being apart."

I giggle nervously, "I'll meet you at the airport. What flight will you be on?"

"Finnair... via Helsinki. Flight AY2917."

"I'll be there. Look out for a boy with a grin on his face from ear to ear."

Gareth laughs. "I won't need to look for a face. I'll just check for boys with bulges in their pants. If I see a really big one, I'll know it's you."

I chuckle like mad, and after we've spoken some sweet nothings to each other, Gareth ends the call.

**********

My mind is in a whirl thinking about everything that's been going on, and I'm still in tears when Kurt comes out to me. The moment I see him, I go to him and cling tightly to him while I tell him what's happening. He hugs me tightly and makes lots of soothing noises. When I've calmed down, he pushes me away from him, lifts my chin and looks into my tearful eyes. "And what do you want to do now? Do you still want to stay here tonight?"

I shake my head. "No. I want to go home, Kurt. I'm sorry, but I must."

Kurt smiles. "So all your flirting with Bedri came to nothing then?"

"Will he be angry at me? I've been really horrible to him, haven't I?"

Kurt pulls me to him and hugs me. "Not when I've explained things to him. As a matter of fact, I think you'll go to the top of the pile in his esteem books. I know he wanted to get into your pants tonight, and if this hadn't happened, I think I'd be right in saying that it would have happened tonight? Right?"

I nod. "You're right. He might be an old man, but there's something very special about him, isn't there?"

"Yes there is," Kurt replies, "but I'd be right in saying that he doesn't even register on the needing-to-be-with scales if it came between him and Gareth?"

I look into his eyes. "No contest."

Kurt chuckles. "Then let's go and finish our evening, and we can tell Bedri why it is that you'll be going home instead of staying over."

I stare at him. "But we can't tell him that!"

"We can, and we will. We can't have the old pervert thinking he's lost to anyone other than your true love, can we? Trust me... he's wise enough to understand. Expect a kiss on the cheek and him to wish you well."

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Bedri Tabak.

I've seen the goings on, and I'm puzzled. Then Kurt and Aleric come back in again, sit at their table, and I can see that the beautiful boy has been crying, so I go across to them and ask if everything is alright. Kurt looks up at me, smiles, gets out of his seat, and gestures for me to sit where he was sitting. Then he says, "Aleric will tell you all about it. Will you excuse me for a moment." He flutters his eyelids, arranges a few tresses of his wig, and says, "I need to have a quick word with someone." I know exactly where he's going. While Aleric and I were (hopefully) together, he had plans to sleep with the young, dark haired gentleman from table eight. They've been giving each other the eye all evening.

**********

"Tell me about him."

Aleric looks at me. "Who?"

I smile into his eyes. "The man you love. Your Gareth. It was he who has upset you tonight. Am I right?"

More green than brown now, in those beautiful eyes that flare in anger. "He's not upset me. Well, not done anything wrong!"

Again I smile. "Then he has done something good. The feelings I detect in you only comes from those two things. Tell me what he has done that is good."

"He's coming home. He's in Japan and is getting a flight home right away."

"To be with you?"

Aleric's eyes have lost their anger now, and they are kind as he looks into mine. "Yes. He wasn't due back until next weekend, but he's decided to come home now, and then we're both flying to Japan so he can be there to finish off his business on Friday."

I hold up a hand. "Tell me no more about his business... I am only interested in matters of the heart. So, he's flying all the way across the world because he loves you so much. That is wonderful. He is a lucky man, and you are a lucky boy."

Aleric's bottom lip drops, and then his eyes flutter nervously when he says, "I'm sorry."

Two words, and I know exactly what he means, and that's why I reach out a hand to take his in mine. We need to be in contact with each other to get through what is coming. I squeeze his delicate fingers. "You have nothing to be sorry about."

Now he looks at me, and I see sympathy in the depth of his dark pupils. "Yes I have. I think I may have hurt you."

The beautiful boy! Not only is he deeply attractive on the outside, he has a spirit within him that matches his beauty. Another squeeze of the delicate fingers (which, up to now have not attempted to escape my grip), and I murmur softly, "Hurt comes in two forms. There is physical hurt, and there is spiritual hurt. At the moment I am reeling slightly from a blow to my pride, but that will heal. The deeper hurt is knowing that I have fallen in love with you and it will not be returned."

Tears are forming now, and that both pleases and upsets me. A boy with tears in his eyes can be both shocking and joyful, depending on why they are there, and I am about to find out which of those two emotions he is about to deliver. The tiny, shy smile, pleases me, and my heart is filled with joy when he looks into my eyes, and says, "But you would be wrong, Bedri."

Ahhh... time to tease him! I smile at him. "You certainly cannot feel love for an old, decrepit man like me?"

Now he grins. "You're not old and decrepit! I don't love you, but I have become very fond of you. You're beautiful."

I squeeze his fingers and pretend shock. "Beautiful! Hah! You are teasing me to make me feel better! Naughty boy!"

He laughs. "No I'm not, and yes I am a naughty boy."

Time to tease him more. "And why are you a naughty boy?"

He becomes shy. "You know why."

I chuckle, reach across and take his other hand. Now he cannot escape me when I say, "It would have been wonderful. I have seen many boys in my long time, and I have pleased them all, including your escort tonight. When he was a young boy, he was almost your equal. Boys are a challenge to me. I adore them with every breath I take. I have never lost a conquest... until now, and that's to the most beautiful boy I have ever seen; a boy who has stolen my heart. And yet my heart is filled with joy. Why do you think that is, Aleric?"

Aleric smiles and shakes his head. "I don't know."

I squeeze his fingers tighter. "Because I value love before anything, and tonight I have seen the most beautiful love in my life. I saw it when last you were here, but never in my wildest dreams did I think one so strong could exist. The love you share with your man should go down in the annals of history. Very few loves can conquer lust, but yours has. Now tell me something. Did you want to share my bed tonight?"

Aleric giggles. "No, but I wanted you to share mine."

I laugh. "And I would have taken you to heights of sexual fulfilment; served you cruel delights that even a sadist would admire; completely drained that tender body of yours of all desire, and still you would cling to me, begging for more. Now are you sure you won't allow me to share your bed?"

Aleric's fingers close on mine. "Now you put it like that, I am tempted, but I would be betraying my Gareth."

I take his hands more firmly and grip them tightly. "You are wrong."

Aleric looks puzzled. "Why am I wrong?"

I smile at him. "Ah that I could put an old head on young shoulders! Lust and love are two different entities. Tell me, my young prince, right now, is Gareth the only person who is satisfying your sexual desires? Is there no boy your own age with whom you relieve your passions?"

Shyly, he nods. "Yes, but it's not the same as..."

I interrupt him. "The same as another man who desires you?"

Another shy nod of the head. "Yes, I think it's exactly that. Another man. Not a boy. There isn't another man."

"But what if that other man was an old man; someone who is no rival to your affections for Gareth; someone who actually loves you because you're a boy and who could teach you things that would cement further the wonderful moments you have with your special man; someone who would never reveal anything even on pain of death?"

Aleric stares into my eyes. "Bedri, it would be wrong!"

I smile at him. "No, it would not be wrong. There is love and lust. Never make the mistake of making them equals, or even of the same species. Lust, providing it's consensual and no boundaries are crossed that either participant does not desire, can be nothing but glorious and without pain, but love, like that you have for the man you adore is capable of hurting you beyond measure. Lust is the sexual side of what you are, and love is the spiritual side. Sometimes, especially in circumstances like that you share with your man, when the two come together, that is the nearest you'll get to heaven on earth. But how long will that state of mind last, Aleric?"

He looks puzzled. "All my life, I hope."

I squeeze his fingers. "You speak like a young boy, which is beautiful, but reality is not like that. For a start, and correct me if I am wrong, the desire I see in you has no boundaries; is full of the joys of spring... like a lamb that gambols in the fields before the spring of youthfulness in its legs leaves it. For some, that joyousness lasts all their lives, but for others it didn't exist in the first place, but if it did, then it soon gives away to commonplace; routine; habit. Much like eating. Try a diet of Bratwurst and potatoes for every meal and see how long you continue to enjoy it. But you won't do that, and you will eat other things, but eventually you will run out of things that you don't want to come home to eat. So what do you do then?"

Aleric giggles. "We go to Bedri's on Türkische Nacht to eat a beautiful meal like we've just had."

I squeeze both his hands. "Hah! You are a clever boy! I need say no more, but I ask you to do one thing... stay tonight and think about what I have said. That way you can take either course. With me, you cannot lose. If you do not press the button by your bedside, then I will love you deeply for your loyalty to your special man, but if you press the button, then I will love you deeply because I know you will have reached maturity before your time. Not many boys do, and they live in an unreal world of make-believe everlasting love that stays exactly the same all their lives. It does not, Aleric. Love is like the body, it matures and changes. Right now, the love you have within you is like a ripe fruit. What happens when the fruit is no longer ripe, my beautiful prince?"

"It becomes mouldy and then rots away."

I smile at him triumphantly. "No! You are wrong! You can preserve that fruit by using spices and changing the nature of it while it is still fresh." I release Aleric's hands and sit back. "But for the fruit to last, then you must use spices that are untainted, and clean, and which have not been exposed to diseases." I wave a hand at the clientele in the room. "If one of these people in this room were to approach you, I would smite them down. Why? Because I, too, care for the man you love. In this day and age it is too dangerous to use them as spices. Some carry diseases and you will not know which of them does or does not. But there is one person in this room who has never exposed himself to disease. And how has he done that? He has only ever been with sweet rosebuds, chosen very carefully, that have not bloomed for disease to infect them. Do you understand me?"

Aleric looks into my eyes. "You mean HIV Aids?"

I smile back at him. "Good boy! I mean exactly that, which brings me to a very important question I need to ask you. How do you know your special man does not carry disease?"

Aleric giggles nervously. "Because he's useless."

I laugh, and ask, "Explain useless for me."

Aleric is now chuckling. "Because he didn't know what it was for before he met me."

We both chuckle, and then I say, "I suspected as much. But that leads me to a rather difficult question to ask you. Do you mind if I ask it?" Aleric shakes his head. "But you know what it's for. Therefore you were experienced before you met Gareth? Yes?"

Aleric swallows hard, and his head goes down when he nods, and I hear a faint "Yes."

Again I squeeze his hands. "Is your friend Bedri allowed to know the circumstances?"

Tears now, and then the confession, spoken in a low voice because he is ashamed of how he became experienced. And then defiance when he looks into my eyes and says, "So... do you still think I'm like a rosebud?"

I smile at him. "Yes I do. Do you know how I know that?" Aleric shakes his head, so I continue, "Because your abuser was a lover of untainted rosebuds. So, in a strange way, not that I condone a single thing he did, you were lucky it was he that chose to make you experienced." Having purged my mind of potential difficulties, I add, "I'm glad you have told me about him. You now have another ally in your life who actually understands many of the things you cannot reveal to anyone else. Does Gareth know?"

Aleric nods. "Yes, and Kurt. They found out, and now he's fled the country."

"Do you know where to?"

Aleric shakes his head. "No, and I don't care as long as I don't see him again."

Although I smile at Aleric and say, "Then let it be," I am determined that Bedri Tabak will not let it be. Herr Biermaier is the type of man I despise with an overwhelming passion.

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Aleric.

I lie in bed, smelling the amazing fragrances that Bedri has used. After speaking to Kurt, I decided to stay the night. Not for Bedri, but to test myself. Every single word he spoke hit a nerve within me, and I know that what he said is true. But I am fighting a battle. I love Gareth with all my heart, and despite what Bedri said, I know that to be unfaithful to him will hurt me to the core. But my body is telling me other things. It wants Bedri in my bed to do the things he is famous for; to feel the sensations of sexual liberation that my Gareth has never been able to give me because he would be sickened if he knew of my worst fantasies. But which do I desire most... a love that cannot be questioned for unfaithfulness, or a love that even if I have been unfaithful, can be magnified by experience?

I throw off the covers and look at what I am. I cannot deny that I am beautiful, but beauty is only skin deep. It's what's inside me that counts. I'm not beautiful inside. I'm like a caged animal. I did enjoy watching Biermaier's spunk dripping from Hansie's mouth while I was fucking him. It was that beautiful, awful sight that made me ejaculate inside his little bum with a frenzy that almost made me faint. When I'm with Gareth, I can't deny that, sometimes, I'm disappointed that his sex drive is lower than mine, and I've even pretended that I'm satisfied when I'm not just to make Gareth feel good. Bedri is right. Lust and love are two different entities. I'd die if I couldn't have Gareth's love, but I think our association might end if I can't be fulfilled sexually by him. Right now, I hate myself for being what I am, but just as I need to love passionately, I also need crazy sex to go with that love.

Tears are in my eyes when I look at my erection throbbing and feel the deep, insatiable yearnings within me, and even more tears come when I look at the white button at the side of my bed. Decision time. And then I feel it... that hot feeling inside what I am that makes every part of me tingle, especially my heart... and I'm again in a room full of amazing colours, and I'm looking out of Raul's painting...

To be continued...

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