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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 50.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

 

Gareth.

Although I know Kurt takes everything in his stride, I expect him to be partly embarrassed when I stare at him across the café table during the lunch I told him we needed to have because I had a few things I wanted to discuss with him, but when I ask, "What the fuck do you think you were up to with Aleric and the old pervert?" he just gives me a wry smile.

 

And then he asks, "Have you made up?"

 

I glare at him. "Yes we have... no thanks to you. What on earth possessed you to do what you did?"

 

Kurt takes a sip of his coffee, and when he puts the cup back on the table he stares right into my eyes. "I expect you'll be angry with me for a while, but where you're concerned I don't do anything without I have a reason to do it. I've spoken to Aleric this morning because he's had to have a day off school because he's so tired, so I know the ins and outs of what's gone on. He's been taught a very valuable lesson in life and he'll never do it again. I just had to make sure he made his mistake with the right person. I've been where he is right now, and you don't want him turning out like me, do you? That's why I did it. We don't love the boy in the same way, but I do love him. I don't want him to be another Kurt Beyersdorf. Now you can help me out."

 

"What do you mean?" I ask.

 

"Hansie. I'm worried about him."

 

"Why are you worried about him?"

 

Kurt doesn't answer me. Instead, he calls for the waitress and asks for the bill. I offer to pay, but when I see the look on his face, I let him pay. When he has paid, he gets up and says, "We can't talk here. Let's go back to my place."

 

**********

 

When we're in his apartment and I refuse a coffee, Kurt says, "Thank God for that. My crockery won't get damaged now. Sit down."

 

I sit on one side of his breakfast table, and he sits opposite me. Then he takes out a cigarette and offers one to me. I refuse it, so then he sits back in his chair, lights up his cigarette and stares at me. "Jan doesn't come here so often now, you know."

 

"Why's that?"

 

Kurt stares at me as if he's hesitant to go further, and then suddenly decides that he must, so he gets up, goes out of the room and comes back with a laptop. He places it on the table, opens it, boots it up, fingers the mouse pad for a few moments, and then turns the laptop so I can see what's on it. I'm shocked. The player is playing a film of a small boy of about twelve years of age, trussed up like a chicken, and he's being raped by two men. Thankfully there's no sound, but above the gag on the boy's face, tears of agony are streaming from his eyes. I watch it for a short while and then push it away from me. Kurt takes it from me, stops the film, and then switches off the computer. I've known Kurt for a decade, but never have I seen such sadness in him when he mumbles, "That's what Hans has downloaded. There's more like that on there. Lots more."

 

I shake my head. "Why has he got stuff like that?"

 

Tears now, pouring from Kurt's eyes. "He's into S&M in a big way. I'm not surprised Jan doesn't come now if Hansie is trying to draw him into that world."

 

"And what are you going to do about it?"

 

Kurt lets out a long sigh of despair. "I don't know, Gareth. I just don't know. Obviously, I'm going to stop him looking at and downloading any more of this material, but that won't change what he is."

 

 

I shake my head as a gesture of futility. "This is a crazy world of kids we're living in. Before I met Aleric, I thought they were just kids and were all the same. Yes, I know that kids who are reaching puberty can be randy sods, but that applies to all of them. Some more than others, I know that. But I'm beginning to realize that kids may be the craziest people on the fucking planet."

 

Kurt gives me a half-hearted smile. "Some people could say the same thing about entrepreneurs. Take you for instance. How did the deal really go in Japan?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "We fucked them good and proper. In fact it was too easy. I'm beginning to suspect that it might be me who's drawn the short straw."

 

Kurt shakes his head. "No. I reckon I can pretty much put my finger on why it was such a good deal. Tell me how you felt when you were fucking them good and proper."

 

"Good. In fact it was fantastic. If I'm honest, I don't think I've ever felt so good business-wise as I did when they finally agreed to the price. Pete Sawyer and Shiro couldn't believe the deal I'd done. Miyagi and his lot thought the deal was done at three hundred and ten million dollars, and I think my lot did too. That's when I played my ace card. I dished out a load of portfolios that they hadn't been privileged to see before the meeting. We hadn't deceived them... this was mine and Shiro's personal stuff. Well, it was more about Shiro's genius than me. Before we had the main meeting with Miyagi, I'd spent some time with Shiro discussing the whole project. Pete was with us. During our discussions I asked Shiro if he'd like to continue running the company and contributing his ideas into it if our potential purchasers bought it. He didn't take much convincing. Kaisaki Industries is his baby, and he loves the company. So, when we had the main meeting with Miyagi and his lot, I convinced them that the business was only part of what they could be buying, and perhaps an even more valuable asset to them would be what Shiro could bring to their company when the deal was done if they left him in charge of the operations. But his genius had a price, and that price was an extra hundred and fifty million dollars plus a salary of three million dollars a year for Shiro for the next three years. At that point the meeting stopped dead in its tracks. Then I had to suffer twenty four hours of Shiro and Pete hardly talking to me."

 

"And how did you feel when that was happening?"

 

I stare right into Kurt's misted eyes. "Fantastic! The biggest high I've ever had in my life. My equivalent to taking a snort of the stuff that killed Raul. My feet hardly touched the floor. I was in another world."

 

"And then what happened?"

 

"They arranged another meeting for late the following day and said they'd give us an extra hundred million plus Shiro's salary, which was finally settled at two million dollars a year."

 

"So you took it, but how did you feel when you did?"

 

"Depressed. That's when I came down off the high."

 

Kurt nods. "Sounds about right. When it comes to business, Gareth, you live in a fantasy world. Everything you do is geared towards to getting that high, and when you've attained it, I've no doubt that you want an even bigger high now. Am I right?"

 

"Yes, but if I'm honest, it isn't going to happen like that again, and I'm going to have to find my kicks in the real world."

 

"Exactly! And where can you find kicks on a regular basis?"

 

I don't blink an eyelid when I stare into Kurt's eyes again. "With Aleric."

 

Once again tears begin to flow from Kurt's eyes, and he tries to smile when he says, "Exactly! Just as I've put my fantasy kicks behind me and settled for getting real kicks out of having my own little boy. Then I find this stuff on his laptop."

 

"Perhaps it's not as bad as you think? Perhaps he's going through a silly phase. But if he isn't, then I can't think of a mother he could have better than the one he's got to explain things to him. You can teach him to put things into little boxes. You can explain that some fantasies need to stay in the head."

 

Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe I can, maybe I can't. But I had to speak to somebody about it."

 

Does Heindrich know?"

 

"No. I don't think he could handle it."

 

"He would be hurt too much?"

 

"It would knock him for six." Then Kurt's stare becomes sort of cruel when he says, "Talking of hurt, I'm actually hurt that you think I would ever do anything to hurt you. You bastard! Everything I've done is for you! When I took Aleric to Bedri's place, I taught Aleric probably the most valuable lesson he'll learn in his life... that the sex he thinks is all that matters, isn't actually important where real life is concerned."

 

I shrug my shoulders. "Sorry. You're far cleverer than me when it comes to these things."

 

He looks really sad when he says, "But I may not be clever enough to sort my own little boy out. I don't even know where to start."

 

"Why not try the cur dog with the vibrating tongue?"

 

"The what?"

 

I grin at him. "Bedri. That's what Aleric calls him."

 

"What are you on about?" I spend a few minutes telling Kurt what went on, and he can't stop chuckling. Then he says, "You're what's important to him, and he's learnt that the hard way. He's told me that he has your permission to visit Bedri again, but do you know what he said to me?"

 

I shake my head. "No, what did he say?"

 

"He says it doesn't matter that you've given him your blessings, what matters is how he feels if he was to do it. Sex is a strange thing. It's not just the act. There's the desire part. Much like you and your business kicks. You only get to that eureka moment once. It's strange really. You got yours in Japan and Aleric got his with Bedri almost simultaneously. That's why I introduced Aleric to Bedri. I gave him his fantasy, and he found out after it was over that it wasn't really what he thought it would be. And now he's in mourning because he knows how much he's hurt you. He was sobbing his heart out when we were speaking this morning. He even told me that he wished he'd never met you because he knows how much he's hurt you. And don't deny that he has. I know it and he knows it. Now it's just a case of you both repairing the damage, and you can only do that by showing him how much you love him and by assuring him that the end of the world has not arrived. You'll get over it. He won't ever take that step too far now."

 

"What do you mean, Kurt?"

 

Kurt sighs. "He thought that going with Bedri would solve all his problems, but it created more than it solved. Yes, like you and this deal you've just pulled off, it gave him that high, and what's the next step after that high?"

 

"You want more?"

 

"No, you want better! So where does that leave him and you? The next step for him is sell his arse all over town just to get his kicks, and don't argue with me, because I've been there well before him. Sex is like drugs. You start with a spliff and end up snorting real hard stuff. Unless you're wise that is. If you are wise and you can see the wood for the trees, you'll settle for a spliff, enjoy it, and leave the hard stuff to those who you absolutely know will end up in the gutter. Those are the facts of life, and I made a calculated risk in introducing Aleric to Bedri. First of all, despite the temptation, I was hoping he wouldn't do it with Bedri, but it had to be his choice not to do it. I should have known better really. His man out of town and unavailable; his hormones rampaging like a herd of wildebeest on migration; a willing host who is renowned for his sexual prowess when it comes to making boys feel they're in heaven, so Aleric would have to be a bloody trappist monk not to have succumbed." Kurt does a half-hearted chuckle. "And we both know he's not that. He's as bad as my Hansie. But what I want now is to try and do with Hansie what Aleric has discovered... teach him that fantasy needs to be kept in a separate box from reality. I've seen what happens when some folk get into S&M... it can destroy you. One thing leads to another, and the next thing you know is that you fall into the hands of someone who will actually delight in fucking eating you or keeping you a prisoner to be used as and when: the ultimate S&M act!"

 

I shake my head. "Hansie isn't that bad, surely!"

 

More tears from Kurt. "What I've shown you on that laptop is only half the story. I've no intention of showing you the rest."

 

"But why is Hansie like that? He's only a little boy!"

 

Kurt shrugs his shoulders forlornly. "I can only imagine it's psychological. The little man has had a terrible life. Brought into the world by a couple of drug addicts who didn't give a shit for him; passed from pillar to post by a society that has better things to do than bother about the feelings of a cast off kid, and the only way he can deal with it is by punishing himself. Being hurt is his way of saying to the world that he's accepting his punishment for being a nuisance to them. And behind that lot is probably a young man who actually knows he's better than most. It's complicated, but most masochists are really superior beings who are proving the point that as much as anyone hurts them, he can take it, and not only can he take it, he can bloody well enjoy it while he's doing it. So fuck you all!"

 

"And now, Kurt?"

 

Tears are streaming from Kurt's eyes when he replies. "I'm going to use conventional methods. Let him live his fantasies out in his own bed, by himself, and at the same time I'm going to give him so much love and praise that he knows nobody in the world can love him more than I do and that he's not an inferior being, and we'll see where we go with that. If that doesn't work then I'll get him in to see a counsellor. I do have one other avenue that might be his saviour. I want to promote the best thing he has going for him: his beautiful voice." More tears now, large ones smudging Kurt's mascara in long streaks down his face. "Oh, Gareth... he sings like an angel! We can sit in the lounge during the evening; him between me and Heindrich, and he'll sing for an hour without stopping." Kurt tries to chuckle. "He has no stage fright and isn't the least bit shy when he's singing. The things he does! He'll go off to his room with a big grin on his face and come back dressed in really tight jeans and do his Elvis impression... sexy swivelling hips... the lot. Me and Heindrich are in stitches, and when he's strutted his stuff, he'll come and tuck himself between us again and he loves the cuddles and love we give him. Honestly, I think when we're all together like that, all the shit in his life is gone completely. In fact I know it is. Afterwards I'll take him and bathe him and fuss over him and we'll chat away, and there's not a sign of sexuality in him. He becomes a normal extrovert boy who has no need to seek harmful perversions to prove that he's as good as us. That's the real Hansie; the boy who he would have been had he been born in the care of loving parents who adore him." Kurt stares at me through his tears. "I need your help again Gareth."

 

I reach a hand across the table. Kurt grips it tightly, and I ask, "What can I do for you." Then I add. "You know whatever you ask for you're going to get if I can possibly give it to you, so fire away."

 

Kurt squeezes my hand really hard. "The twins. They love their singing, but they're not taking it seriously enough. Gottwin is out trying to shag everything in sight; your Aleric is too busy making you do what he wants, and half the time they miss their singing lessons. I know Hansie is upset about it because I can see the disappointment on his face when he knows another singing lesson has been cancelled. What I really want is to make Hansie into a little star on his own. Frau Müller says he's got the best voice out of the three, and that's saying something considering how good the twins are, so I want to promote Hansie to become what he truly wants to be: a singer. If we can do that, I think it will help alleviate many of the things that are going on in his mind all the time. Think about it. When you're doing your business, do you think about getting Aleric into bed?"

 

I chuckle. "Sometimes... if I'm bored."

 

Kurt chuckles. "It's the same with me. If I'm busy in the shop, I forget about sex, but the moment I'm bored, you wouldn't believe the places I get to."

 

Again I chuckle. "I would... you tart! So what do you want me to do?"

 

Kurt smiles. "Have another word with that promotion fellow and tell him he's got a new assignment... to promote just Hansie."

 

I shrug my shoulders. "The twins won't be pleased."

 

Kurt stares right into my eyes. "Gareth, I might hurt you now, and I might hurt the twins as well, but for Hansie, because I love him more than I've ever loved anything in my life, I'm prepared to hurt anyone."

 

I squeeze Kurt's hand. "Good! I'll get Pete Sawyer to sort things with Andy Townshend the publicist. You sort things with Frau Müller and tell her what we intend to do, and we'll go from there. Don't worry about the twins. I'll sort them and tell them why I'm doing it, but of course I won't mention anything we've talked about today. That stops in here." Then I smile at Kurt. "Actually, it could all work out better this way. If we can make Hansie the star, he can invite the twins to do a show with him. Then who knows what will happen. But we'll get Hansie to be top billing. That would help with him not having to prove anything." I giggle. "You could call him, Hansie with the Wayward Schwanzie. He'd certainly get top billing with that name."

 

Kurt chuckles and shakes his head. "Trust you to come out with something like that, but at least we've got things sorted between you and I. I'm sorry for leading Aleric astray, but at the same time I'm not. There are lots of lessons to be learned by all of us in this game called love. By the way, how did you go on with that Japanese boy?"

 

"Yokiko? Who told you about him?"

 

"Who do you think?"

 

"Was he jealous?"

 

"A bit. He wasn't sure you wouldn't."

 

"And how do you know I didn't?"

 

Kurt laughs. "Because I know you. The thought wouldn't enter your mind."

 

I grin at him. "That's where you're wrong. I actually did consider what it would be like to have him in my bed."

 

Kurt's eyes are wide when he asks, "Does Aleric know?"

 

"No, but I expect he'll get it out of me in one of his more kinky moments. As a matter of fact I might even flirt with Yokiko when I take Aleric with me to Japan."

 

Kurt giggles. "How come you're only taking Aleric? Won't Gottwin want to go with you?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "He's got it bad for that girlfriend he's going with. He's got a special date with her."

 

Kurt gives me a strange look. "A special date?"

 

I nod, and grin. "I need some condoms. Boy size. Can you get me some, Gorgeous?"

 

Kurt grins. "Call me a Tart please. I prefer that. I'll sort Gottwin out... the naughty boy! Will Aleric want any for the trip to Tokyo?"

 

I get up and grin at him. "Fuck you! Anyway, are you feeling better now?"

 

Kurt gets up and comes to my side and links my arm tightly. "Yes sweetheart. It started out with you wanting to kill me for leading your young man astray, but as always it's ended with me in your debt again."

 

I hug him. "You're worth it, you tart! But don't you ever lead him off on one of your mad escapades again!"

 

Kurt grins smugly. "I won't need to. He knows his own way there now. Are you sure you don't want me to get him some boy condoms?"

 

**********

 

Dinner with the Hahns. I've eaten in the world's finest restaurants, but I prefer dinner with this wonderful family any day of the week. Gretel has prepared one of her specials... including one of her fantastic puddings afterwards, and during the whole time we're eating, because the twins are seated opposite me and Gunther, although I join in with the small talk and the bonhomie, my mind is almost entirely on the boy directly opposite me: Aleric. I'm still reeling from the revelations Kurt revealed to me about little Hansie, and not only that, I still can't come to terms that Aleric is so horny that he would want to get his kicks with an old man.

 

Look at him now! It's not just me who thinks he's beautiful. Kurt says he's the most beautiful boy he's ever seen, and the old cur dog couldn't heap enough praise on the little bugger. But they're right... he is stunningly beautiful. Gottwin matches him in the Beauty Stakes, but there's just one difference to me between them: Aleric's eyes. They have the same eyes, but they're not the same eyes. There's definitely something spiritual about eyes, and Aleric's tear at my heartstrings every time our eyes meet. Something happens inside me that's very disturbing, almost like he's putting a spell on me. I know what it is: love. The reason why I love him is because of his eyes. There are millions of boys who have a body like his; lots of boys who can sing as well as him; some will share his natural exuberance and fun-loving outlook on life, and also have his grumps when he's in a sulk, but there isn't another boy on this earth who has the same eyes as him, not even his identical twin brother. But Aleric's eyes are not perfect. He has a very slight squint in one of them. It's only noticeable if you really study them. But I love his squint.

 

After dinner, Gretel clears the dishes and washes them up in the kitchen. (She still won't use a dishwasher.) Aleric helps with the task, and then they come and join us all in the lounge. Ralf and Gunther are drinking beer and I've brought the half bottle of wine and my glass from the dinner table and set it in front of the sofa I'm sharing with Gretel. The twins have gone to their room to play on their game consoles, so we chat about things in general. Then Gretel tells me that Gottwin is bringing Lydia here for dinner on Saturday, and then he's going to the cinema with her, and afterwards he's staying at her home that night.

 

I pretend to be surprised, but I know more than they do. Gottwin's girlfriend, Lydia, will be home alone that night. Her parents are off somewhere and she's not going with them. That's why Gottwin wants the condoms. According to Aleric, they're going to fuck for the first time. But I can't let Gretel and Ralf know I know, so I smile and say, "The little monkey! He's meeting the in-laws is he? Lydia really has got it in for him."

 

Ralf giggles. "That's two of them then. If Aleric wasn't going to Japan with you then I reckon they'd have made it a foursome at the cinema. I do believe that Else girl he went to the pictures with has got her eyes on him in a big way. You'll have to watch out, Gareth."

 

I laugh. "She can have him... with my blessings. My life would be a damned sight less complicated."

 

Gretel puts her hand on my arm, and smiles when she says, "You'd better get used to it being complicated then."

 

I look into her eyes, and we share an all-knowing moment before Aleric saunters into the lounge and says to me, "Shall we go for a walk and you can teach me some more English? I'll need it when we go to Wales."

 

*********** *********** *********** *********** ************

 

Aleric.

I've come to love the Tiergarten with its shadows and dim, old-fashioned street lights, especially now spring is upon us and the place is becoming greener by the day. It's nine o'clock and dark and not too warm as we stroll side by side in our usual walking mode of Gareth's arm around my shoulder and mine around his waist. Without saying, we know where we're heading... to our Loving Stone; around the back to kiss and maybe to make love. It's become the equivalent of our Special Place by the sea at Wieck. While we walk, we chat about things, part in German, and part in English, because Gareth has been teaching me for months how to speak in his tongue. (Dad laughs at us when me and Gareth talk in English when we're all together, and he says we're doing it because we're talking about him behind his back.) We have a giggle about Gottwin and his girlfriend Lydia, and I tell him I'm pleased that it will be just him and me going to Japan. Then we get onto the subject of Yokiko, and I insist he arranges for me to meet him. I suggest he wangles it so we go to dinner at his father's house and stay overnight. He chuckles, grips my shoulder a little tighter, and says, "We won't be able to stay overnight on the Saturday. We fly back early on the Sunday morning. Perhaps you'll be able to meet him on Friday. He speaks good German, so you can tell him some of your fantasies while you're at it, and you two can try them out."

 

I counter him with, "He can come and sleep with both of us. Three in a bed... all fantasizing in German. That would be nice."

 

Gareth laughs. "Is that something else the old cur dog with the vibrating tongue suggested would spice up your love life?"

 

"Something like that, but he suggested three in a bed would be you and him and me, and all speaking Turkish." I smirk at him. "But even you can't speak Turkish."

 

For the next few metres, I walk with my head locked in Gareth's arm while he pretends to pummel me, and then we stop by a bridge over a stream and stare down into the rippling water while we giggle and make fun of each other. Eventually, we walk on again until we get to the back of the Loving Stone where we adopt our usual position of Gareth leaning his back against it while I undo our overcoats so we can be close together. When I've done that, Gareth wraps his arms around my waist and pulls our bodies together, and I wrap my arms around his neck and reach my lips up so we can kiss. His mouth comes down to mine and we kiss long and lovingly while Gareth pulls me even tighter into him with both his hands on my bum cheeks. Then it's love and sex when Gareth right hand comes to the front of my jeans, pulls down the zip, and plunges his cold hand down to grasp my hardness. I shudder at the shock of the coldness and the sensuality of the moment, and I can't stop the kiss becoming frantic when he reaches in his coat pocket with his left hand, takes out a handkerchief, places it over the end of my pinkler, and begins to masturbate me. Our tongues are dancing like crazy when the feelings surge through me and I climax and ejaculate into the handkerchief, and when it's over, I sink into my Beautiful Man and absorb his special loving that always brings me through the aftershock of what he does to me. When he knows I've recovered, he fastens up my jeans and pulls us together again. Now it's just loving time, and we spend a quarter of an hour doing that before we make our way back holding each other tightly, and I'm feeling a bit better than I did last night. Kurt was right when he said that what I'd done wouldn't break us up. He said it would take time and some loving.

 

**********

 

I choose the music... an Elton John CD playing softly in the background as I lie along the sofa with my head in his lap while he sips at his glass of Talisker whisky. Just the lights on Raul's Red House in the Park painting are on, above the imitation log fire that's flickering and sending shadows across the room as I lie in his warmth and look up at the man I love. He seems to be in a world of his own, but I know he's not. He's in our world... the one we share when we're loving each other. No words are necessary in this world... just togetherness. Gareth is taking from me what he wants. He's slipped up my jumper and pulled the shirt from my jeans so he has access to the front of my body, but not below the waistline of my jeans, which are still fastened. His left hand is fondling my tummy and chest, and occasionally his fingers will tickle my nipples before moving up to stroke my neck. Sometimes he'll look down at me, right into my eyes, and we share a smile, and sometimes I'll turn my head to nuzzle and smell his body before kissing the warm fabric below the black belt of his trousers. I think about undoing it to get at his body, but because my head is lying on his soft pinkler and I know he's not sexually aroused, I decide against it.

 

I have my own terminology for these moments: my Gareth time. These are the times when I think about everything that's happened to us since we first met: our first sight of each other; when we sneaked out of the theatre and went for a drive in his car; those first nervous moments together which ended with me tucking the phone box under my jumper, and him patting my bum when we parted; that lovely soft lip-kiss at the door before I went back in; our phone calls; the first naughty photos I sent him; the emptiness when we parted; the joy of seeing him again in our Special Place by the Baltic; the first time we kissed properly and the first time he put his hands on my pinkler and brought me to a tremendous sexual climax, which was the moment I knew that my Special Man really was very special to me. I've fallen deeply in love with him in a way that I know will have no ending for me. We've had our arguments and disagreements, and even though I've been unfaithful to him, still I'm lying, basking in his deep love for me. Oh, God, Gareth... I do love you so much! I'm glad I met you now.

 

********** *********** *********** ********** **********

 

Gareth.

This is my heaven... these moments we share together like this; the boy I love more than life itself lying with his head in my lap, feeling at the warm flesh that covers his being. I rest my hand for a short while over his heart and feel at the steady beat of the organ inside him that gives him life, and I'm overwhelmed with the passions I feel for him. I push my hand further up and fondle the slim neck before pulling my hand down again to take one of his nipples between a finger and thumb... tweaking it slightly. I hear the sharp intake of breath and feel the small shudder of his delicate body, and smile inwardly to myself that I've disturbed his passiveness. Then I hear him say, "Don't do that!"

 

I look down at him and grin. "Sorry."

 

He grins at me. "Do it again."

 

I shake my head. "No chance. I'm listening to the music."

 

Aleric giggles. "You can do both."

 

I chuckle. "I never was very good at multitasking."

 

More giggles. "You're useless."

 

I smile at him. "I know I am. That's why you love me."

 

Aleric snorts. "That not the only reason!"

 

"What's the other?"

 

"Because you've got lots of money. By the way..." he fingers the diamond stud in his ear "...you haven't transferred the money into my account for this. Don't you like it?"

 

I slip my hand down his body and wrap it around his crotch. "I prefer this."

 

Aleric pulls a face and giggles. "Shall we go to bed?"

 

I squeeze his hardening penis. "I think we'd better. This thing is getting excited."

 

Without another word, Aleric gets off the sofa and points a finger at me. "You sort things out here and I'll go and get ready. Give me ten minutes. I need a shower. You have one and then I might let you have me."

 

I laugh. "And suppose I don't want you?"

 

Aleric leans over me, plants a kiss on my lips, and then, chuckling, whispers in my ear, "You will when you see me."

 

*********

 

He's right. When I've showered, I go into our bedroom and I chuckle at the sight of my beautiful boy lying naked on the bed, legs apart, slowly pulling his foreskin on and off his nail-hard cock while he sucks contentedly on his blue dummy. Immediately I see him, my own cock comes fully to attention. He grins and mumbles, "See, I told you that you would." Then he rolls over, gets in the doggy position, points at his bum, and says, "This is my baby treat for you. Go right in and let me do the work."

 

*********

 

My knob slips easily through the sphincter that is open because Aleric is pulling his bum cheeks apart, and I push gently until my pubic hairs are nestled against his bum cheeks. When I'm in, he lets go of his bum and supports himself with his forearms while he gyrates his bum against me, and at the same time does his magic trick of masturbating me with his inner muscles. I know I'll have to repay this special treat probably fourfold when it's over, but Aleric knows every trick in the book when it comes to what turns me on and what doesn't, and he knows this is one of my favourite ways of taking him. Part of the reason for that is because when he's doing the work, I can fondle and caress his beautiful body as he's doing it, so while he massages my cock inside him, I run my hands over the gentle curves of his gorgeous body that I adore and dream about. I squeeze the two soft orbs of flesh that are pressed against me, run my hands up to his delicate, slim waist and pull him against me, caress his small back and neck, and when I know the feelings are about to explode, I grab his hips and slam myself against him. When I see his fingers clutch the bedclothes and hear his loud wail while I'm filling his insides with semen, I know we've reached the ultimate sexual experience between us: mutual ejaculation and climax.

 

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Aleric is asleep now, lying on top of me, his favourite position after our special loving. This is what he was on about when he said he was depressed after he'd done it with Bedri. But it's not only Aleric who needs this... so do I. This is my special time, when our two naked bodies are as close as they can ever be. But we won't be able to do this forever. My boy is growing and getting heavier. In fact, I decide that I'm not too comfortable now, so slowly I roll over and gently ease him onto his back. He snuffles a bit and then settles again, and I smile as I look at his beautiful long lashes now his eyes are closed. Awake or asleep, I'm entranced by his beauty, and for quite a while I look at him and think how lucky I am to have him as my lover. Then I do something I really enjoy doing... I lie on my side, snuggle up to him, push my hand under the bedclothes, and gently explore the marvellous body of the boy I love. I fondle his soft penis and explore the two balls that are growing by the month and which will be producing wonderful amounts of semen before long. My boy is becoming a young man. But that doesn't worry me one bit. I don't love him because he's a boy: I love him because he's the spiritual person I want to spend my life with. Again I study the profile of his beautiful face. There have been no tears tonight. That's good. I've taken Kurt's advice... given my boy lots of special love tonight, and I think the healing process is beginning. 

 

To be continued...

 

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