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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 56.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

 

John Devine – clinical psychologist from Jacksonville, Florida.

Gareth's parents, David and Gwen are upset that their son has upped and gone. Gwen makes lots of excuses for him, but David makes none. I pretend to be sympathetic, but that's just a front. I don't like Gareth Rhys-Jones. I never have. I'm sick to death of hearing how brilliant he is at making millions.

 

He's a strange one is Gareth. I'm good at my job but piercing that steel front he puts on has made it difficult to work him out. But today he's let slip that mask. I know exactly what he is now. Now I know why he's thirty-two and not married. He's gay. And how do I know that? It takes one to know one.

 

I didn't miss a thing he did in the pool with the boys. His affection for John Jnr. was platonic, but Cody turned him on. My gay son has the hots for him, and that's why I'm really seething inside.

 

Cody is mine. We've been having sex since he was twelve years old, when he began to discover himself. I was always attracted to him that way, but it wasn't until he began to make excuses to come into the shower with me at an age when most boys do the opposite that I knew my feelings for him were reciprocated. One thing led to another and I discovered that he's a born cocksucker. Now, almost five years on he's my bed partner whenever we get the opportunity, and I create as many opportunities as I can so we can be alone together. As soon as I've got rid of Nancy and John Jnr. we're in bed together and he takes every inch of my seven inches, and enjoys it immensely. And he can suck me off like a pro... wasting not a drop of what I can make when he tells me, "Feed it to me daddy." I do the same for him. I don't like a dick up my ass, but I love a gorgeous young man cock. I enjoyed his initial burst into puberty, but I prefer him as he is now... a young stud approaching the height of his sexual prowess. And don't I know it! He's insatiable. That's why he came on to Gareth. He likes older men, and Gareth would be a super conquest for him.

 

One of his business deals is in danger of collapsing and he doesn't want to lose a few million dollars. Bullshit. Cody came onto him and he was feeling the same way. I've got to give him credit for hightailing it outta here. I know my Cody. He would have been sneaking into Gareth's bedroom tonight given half a chance, especially if Gareth had been drinking and his defences were down. He'd have made some sort of excuse and the next thing would have been Gareth fucking him. That's why Gareth left in a hurry. He knew he was skating on very thin ice and the last place he would want to be caught out is in his parent's home.

 

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It's just turned midnight and the kids are in bed while we sit outside on the patio. We've all had a few drinks. Time to go to work. Time to put Gareth Rhys-Jones in his proper place. I take a sip of my Bourbon and look at his mother. "Any sign of Gareth getting married yet, Gwen?"

 

 She smiles... a false smile. "He's too busy making money. It's all he thinks about."

 

I pretend to sympathise. "Yes, we've seen that today. But he's not always making money. He's a damned good-looker, so you would have thought that some young lady would have had her claws in him." I chuckle. "Or a young man?"

 

She gives me a strange look. "Young man?"

 

I grin at her. "Yes! We live in a liberated world today. It's not like it was back in your days when you were young. Gay people are the norm nowadays. I should know. I counsel enough of them."

 

Gwen shakes her head. "No, not my Gareth. You wouldn't find him in a Gay Pride march." She shudders. "They make me feel creepy. It's not natural."

 

I know Gwen's background. She was a bible thumper before she left the UK, and because she's lived in the States for a while now, she's become a member of an Evangelical Church. I'm wondering whether to push it further, but I decide not to. I've sown the seeds of doubt and if I know this woman, she'll want to know more. How she'll do it I have no idea, but I'd like to be fly on their bedroom wall when she and David go to bed tonight. So I take the sting out of the conversation and say, "You're probably right. He didn't intend losing a few million bucks, did he? He soon booked a flight when he knew that might happen."

 

Gwen smiles. Another false smile. But I know she's uncomfortable. And something else... David has said nothing. I know why that is. I'm confirming something he will already have thought about. When your son is thirty-two and as eligible as Gareth is, then it's not natural that he should be unattached. David has lines of communication, and maybe he hasn't wanted to use them before. But I reckon he will now. Job done. Now deal with that... Gareth Rhys-Jones! You bastard! I'll pay you back for messing with my boy. He's mine, and no two-bit Welshman is going to steal his affections!

 

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David Rhys-Jones.

Before she went to sleep, Gwen was talking about what that slimy bastard Devine had to say about our son. I've had my orders. She wants to know that Gareth isn't gay. She would be devastated if he is. I've heard nothing on the grapevine, and that's where these things usually out themselves. But I would be the last to know. That's how it works. I have a lot of time for my son, but I love my wife much more than I love him. He was always Dad's boy anyway. If he is gay then I'll tell him to pack it up, and especially he's never to let his mother know. I won't have him destroying Gwen.

 

But why did Devine bring the matter up? That's what's intriguing me. I know he doesn't like Gareth, but the snide remarks to Gwen were completely uncalled for. Did he do it because he's jealous of Gareth's wealth and success? If Gareth was the type of person who boasted about it then I could understand, but he never does. In fact, within the family, the only person he talks to about that side of things is me. He's never kept his portfolio a secret from me. He even has part of it with some of the companies I'm involved with. While he's been here we've privately discussed at length the brilliant deal he's pulled off in Japan this year. I'm proud of him. He's a chip off the old block. But he's got more balls than me. I was never a gambler. I chose a different route than Gareth. I've made my money by using my education and contacts. I was at Oxford and it was natural that I'd use those contacts to go to the top of the ladder almost immediately.

 

Gareth is a different kettle of fish. If I'd have had my way then he would have gone on to University and followed in my footsteps. But Dad put a stop to that. He's dead now, as is Mum. In fact I wish Dad was here now. He'd know what to do. Gareth was his boy. Mum and Dad adored their only grandson. Yes, Dad determined Gareth's future. The moment he pulled off that brilliant deal when he was still at school, Dad said I should give him his head. He said Gareth had got a brilliant brain, but it wasn't like mine. It wasn't like Dad's either, even though he did inherit his languages ability. He's a one-off, and that may apply to his sexuality as well as his ability to make money. I don't know of any other gay people in the family. That's if he is gay? I will find out, but I'll have to be careful. If Gareth finds out that I've been snooping in his private life then he'll be furious. One line of enquiry is that family he's adopted. He thinks I don't know about it. But I do. The jungle telegraph can be all-powerful at times. The Hahn family have a son... Gunther. If Gareth is gay then maybe he's the one Gareth is involved with? He's about ten years younger than Gareth, but old enough.

 

It's a pity Gareth isn't family orientated as in having his own. Watching him with the two boys was great to watch. Little John Jnr. adores him, and Gareth got on great with Cody, but he kept a respectable distance between himself and the boy when they were out of the pool. He's probably worked out that the boy is gay. I have. But he's only a kid. He'll probably dump his leanings when he gets older to get on in life. At least he's not open about it. So that helps enormously.  I was surprised at the special hug Gareth gave him just before he left, and the hug he got from Cody was more than just a hug. The boy fancies Gareth. It was obvious. I saw Devine's face when it was happening. It wasn't a pretty look he gave our boy.

 

Bingo! So that's why Devine was a bastard to Gwen! He's jealous! The boy had come on to Gareth. Mmmmm. There's food for thought there! I wonder... !

 

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Aleric.

Friday 10 am.

Gareth's connecting flight left Heathrow, London, an hour and a half ago. I've been watching the flight information. It's scheduled to land on time... 10.27 am. If he got up at eight yesterday morning, that means he will have been awake for about twenty hours. I hope he managed to get some sleep during the flight to England. I've had a decent might's sleep. I did go down to Yokiko, but I only stayed an hour with him. But I only did it the once for me. Doing it just the once doesn't count. Well, my semi-hard pinkler is telling me it doesn't.

 

I've had to make all sorts of strange arrangements. I had to get up early so Gunther could drop me off at the apartment on his way to work, and I've come in a taxi to Tegel Airport. Yokiko is going back tomorrow, so I can't very well stay at the apartment with Gareth for his last night here. But neither could I bring Yokiko with me. So he's gone out on the boat with dad today, and I'll be bringing Gareth back to mum's house after we've done stuff at the apartment. We've also got to bring Gottwin back with us. That's what mum says. We're supposed to pick him up at lunchtime, but I've phoned him and told him that we'll pick him up from Lydia's when I'm done with Gareth. He wasn't too bothered. He said it would give him time to see if she would let him fuck her again with her parents being at work. It's all complicated, even more so because the last night I'll spend with Yokiko will happen with me being knackered after me and Gareth have done stuff at the apartment. I chuckle to myself. I'll suck his toes and pummel him with a dildo if I'm sore after I've been with Gareth.

 

I'm wearing my Bedri Suit because I know how much Gareth likes to see me in it. I check the flight information again. It changes to `landed'. He won't be long now. I'm as nervous as hell. I've missed my special man, and we haven't spoken face to face since he gave me the letter.

 

I can see him! Because he hasn't used first class on the connecting flight, he's pushing his own suitcases on a trolley. He's loaded up and it makes me giggle, especially because I can see he's got one of those trolleys with a mind of its own that won't go in a straight line. He knows where I am... at the same place where I was when he flew back from Japan. I grin at him. He grins back at me. When he's almost level with me I go and walk by his side. I look up at him and ask, "Had a good flight?"

 

He looks right into my eyes. "It was bloody awful. Never got a wink of sleep."

 

I know he's teasing me. "That's a shame. Have you ordered a limo?"

 

He grins. "No. We'll get a taxi to your house."

 

His comment makes me giggle, but I decide not to bite. "Okay. That's fine with me. I am a bit tired after last night with your special boyfriend... Old Man!"

 

He gives me a wink. "I knew you wouldn't be able to go a night without doing it. Now get hold of this damned trolley and help me with it. It's like you... it's got a mind of its own!"  

 

I laugh and grab the handle with both hands. Gareth puts one of his hands on the top of mine. Contact! The first time I've touched my Beautiful Man for almost a week, and his touch is making me tingle.

 

We reach the taxi rank and wait our turn. When it is, and after the suitcases have been put in the boot, we get in and the driver asks where we're going to. I don't give Gareth time to say anything. I give him the address of the apartments. Gareth chuckles, but says nothing.

 

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

 

Gareth.

Aleric. His gorgeous, elongated, but wide-open, brown-with-a-tint-of-green eyes are staring down at me as we lie in bed. I had some making up to do. I'd hurt my precious boy with the letter and I intended to heal the wounds. It's taken me almost two hours, but my boy is healed completely. While I stare into his beautiful eyes, I caress his soft, curvaceous body. Then I see what I've been waiting for... the tears that well up in his eyes. I pull his head down and kiss the saltiness of those tears, knowing I'm drinking his love for me. It's what happens between us.

 

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

 

Aleric.

Gareth has just apologised for hurting me by showing me in his own way how much he loves me. The two hours we've just spent together have been almost brutal, which is how I like our loving to be when we're making up. He didn't need to mention the letter or say `sorry'. I knew what it was all about. We've been together long enough now not to have to give explanations for everything we do, and that's why I stroke the side of his face as we look into each other's eyes. He smiles at me. I smile back at him. I pull his bottom lip down and run my finger across his beautiful white teeth. Again he smiles, and then he lets my finger enter his mouth. We play tongue-finger. There's no need for words. We can speak to each other without words. We're speaking in tongue-fingers. We do it often when our feelings are so full that words would spoil what we have. Gareth has taken my sex away, and he knows we couldn't do what we're doing now until he had.

 

It's different for Gareth. He gets more joy giving me my sexual feelings than getting his. He enjoys sex with me, but he keeps that side of him in a different box than the special love he has for me. That's what he does... keeps things in little boxes, but I know the biggest box he has is full of his love for me. Sometimes it gets so full that it overflows. Sometimes it flows out and interferes with the sex we have. But today Gareth kept the lid firmly closed on his sex box. Today, Gareth has loved me absolutely the way I love to be loved... crazy sex first, and then love.

 

Gareth understands me better than anyone. He knows I'm selfish when it comes to my sexual side. Only when I'm wallowing in the ravages of lust do I feel a need to satisfy my Beautiful Man. When I maul his pinkler and swallow his man juices, I only do it because it drives me sexually crazy. The same when he's up my bum and pounding away at me. His lust is my lust, which is why I like it.

 

But when all that's over and done with, we have this. And of the two parts of us that bind us together, this is far and away the most beautiful. This is the part that would make me walk into the Wannsee with him.  

 

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Gareth.

I wait and wait. I know what's happening. I've taken Aleric's lustful feelings away and now he's into the loving stage of what we are. This is what my selfish little man does. He's incapable of getting to this stage without I removed the other part of him first. This is what I've been thinking about all the way home. But neither do I want to overdose him on this special part of us. That's why I pinch his nose and tell him, "Move your sexy ass you little monkey and let's get on with the rest of the day."

 

Aleric laughs. "Spoilsport! You're useless... Old Man!"

 

I get off the bed, shower and get dressed and go to the lounge and bring my suitcases into the bedroom. Aleric is still naked and lying on the bed, but now he's got his hands underneath his head and his legs crossed. I give him a dirty look. "Move yourself and give me a hand putting these clothes away and sort out stuff for the washer! Then get a shower!"

 

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

 

Aleric.

I laugh when Gareth asks me to help, and then I tell him, "I'm not your boy servant. Well, only when you beg me to do stuff for you I am. Sex stuff that is, and not housework stuff." I decide to have fun with him and push my soft pinkler down between my legs so only the base of it is visible, and then I say to him, "Does this remind you of anything?"

 

He giggles. "I should call you Alerica. You'd make a beautiful girl."

 

I lick my tongue out at him. "You wouldn't want me then. You only like little boys." Then an idea comes into my head and I ask, "If I was a girl, would you fuck me?"

 

Gareth narrows his eyes and stares at me for a short while, and then he answers, "Most definitely."

 

"Really?!" I ask.

 

He nods. "Really. Will you have a sex change op for me?"

 

I giggle. "No! I'm not chopping my pinkler off for you or anybody else. Anyway, Bedri wouldn't want to lick my feet clean if I did. Now answer my question. Does this remind you of anything?"

 

Gareth grins. "No. Should it?"

 

"Yes! I was like this when I sent you the first ever naughty photo of me."

 

"No you weren't. That damned thing between your legs was as hard as a nail when you did that." He phttts at me. "That thing looks as it's been mauled for two hours."

 

I giggle. He's outwitted me again. But I've got to try and redress the situation. "It would go for another two hours if I wasn't with an Old Man!"

 

Gareth stifles a laugh. Then he says, "I won't know where to put my face when I see your mum now she knows everything about when we first met and I wanted to get into your pants. I wish I'd never written that damned letter."

 

I stare at him. "I'm glad you did."

 

Gareth looks at me. "Are you?"

 

I nod at him. "Yes. After mum had put me right, I read it over and over again. It's a beautiful letter. I'm going to save it and read it to you when you're a really old man! You know... when you've got senile dementia and can only remember things that happened years ago. You'll think it's your birthday." After Gareth has stopped chuckling, I add, "What are we going to do for your birthday? You know, when you're that really Old Man and you're thirty-three."

 

He looks at me. "Turn over. I want to see your bum."

 

I do as he asks, rest my head on my forearms and look at him, and then ask, "Is that better?"

 

"Uhuh. Has anyone ever told you that you've got the most delicious boy bum in the world? In stories they would describe it as a `bubble butt'."

 

I chuckle. "Have you been on those porn sites while I was away, reading stories about old men having it off with little boys like me?"

 

He winks at me. "There isn't a writer on earth who could describe you. Nobody would ever believe a little boy like you could be a walking sex machine at fourteen. The story would have to be in the fantasy section, especially if they began it with an angelic little sod wearing a surplice and who had a voice like you." Then he grins at me. "You're not going to help me are you, so you might as well sing for me while I'm sorting this stuff out. And you're not going home in the Bedri Suit!"

 

"Why not?"

 

He stares into my eyes. "Because I nearly started crying when I saw you in it at the airport. I would have done had that damned luggage trolley not been a bastard to push."

 

I grin at him. "I've been learning a new song for you. I know all the words to it... in English. Do you want me to sing it for you?"

 

"Yes. Do it while I'm sorting this stuff. What's it called?"

 

"It's one of Elton John's songs. The one you love. The one about the little boy at school who has a crush on an older boy there. It makes me cry. I'll try and fill in the music bits by humming and I'll sing the words for you as well." So I sing Elton's Song, and Gareth turns his back to me while I'm doing it. When I've finished, he turns to me and his face is crunched up with the pain of his love for me, and tears are flooding from his eyes. I get off the bed and go to him. He opens his arms and I fling myself into him. He lifts me off my feet, wraps his hands under my bum, and I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and we hug and share wet, passionate salty kisses while both of us sob like mad. Gareth is right. Nobody could ever write a story about how beautiful our love is. Well, maybe someone who had known a love like ours could possibly do it, but there can't be many in this world that have had a love like ours.

 

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Saturday evening at mum and dad's house by the Wannsee.

Yokiko has gone home. We took him to the airport and saw him off. It was a tearful affair. For Yokiko that is. I had to pretend to cry. Since Gareth came back my entire thoughts have been about him and me. There's no room for Yokiko in my heart at the moment. I can't get over what happened when I flew into Gareth's arms after I'd sung the Elton John song for him.

 

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

 

I thought I knew everything about my Beautiful Man. But I learnt something new then. While I was still clinging to him, he took me back to the bed and laid me on my back. The gel was still on the bedside table. He lifted my legs and greased my bum up. He didn't remove his clothes. He pulled his raging hard pinkler through the zip in his jeans, came over me and pushed himself deep inside me. He was cruel. I like to take his first entry gently, but he pushed it right in. He didn't care how I was feeling. All he wanted to do was fuck me. And he did. He used me. I should have been angry with him, but I wasn't. I knew something strange was going on his head, and I was glad it was me he was using and not anyone else.

 

When it was over he pulled out of me, put his pinkler away, and lay beside me on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I asked him, "What was that all about?"

 

He sniffled. "Sorry. I needed to exorcise a demon. I love you too much for demons to come between us."

 

Poor Gareth. I knew exactly what was wrong with him. I've done it myself. I've seen a boy or a man I've fancied and done exactly the same thing... made my Beautiful Man pay for my wandering thoughts. That's why I said, "What's his name?"

 

He didn't try to deny it. "Cody."

 

"How old is he?"

 

"Almost seventeen. My cousin's adopted son."

 

"Is he as beautiful as me?"

 

He turned his head and looked into my eyes. "No. Nobody is as beautiful as you. It was just sex."

 

I nodded. "That's okay then. But you have surprised me."

 

"In what way?"

 

I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't think you were capable of doing what you've just done. I was Cody, wasn't I?"

 

"Are you angry at me?"

 

"No. I would have been if you'd done it with him. But you didn't. You did it with me, and that's okay. But I'm not pleased that you told me a lie."

 

"A lie?"

 

I nod. "You told me you were coming home because you were missing me so much. But it wasn't that, was it?"

 

Gareth takes a deep sigh. "Part of it was. Most of it was. But Cody coming onto me gave me the perfect excuse to do what I wanted."

 

I rolled over and wrapped myself around him and stroked his cheek. "Thank you Gareth."

 

He looked strangely at me. "Why should you be thanking me?"

 

I smiled at him. "For telling me the truth. I knew when you were doing it what was probably wrong with you. I do it myself sometimes. There's a boy at school who fancies me. He's eighteen next year. I wouldn't mind him doing me, but he never will. So, sometimes I come home and when we're doing it I pretend it's him doing it. Sometimes I hate this sex stuff. It makes us be unfaithful in our heads. Then I'm glad when the sex stuff is out of the way. I've exorcised my own demons and can love my special man properly. Am I right?"

 

Gareth smiled at me. "Yes, but that's the first time it's happened to me. You've done it dozens of times."

 

I laughed. "You're exaggerating again!"

 

He grinned. "Well, quite a few times."

 

"And you could tell when I was doing it? Did it bother you?"

 

He shook his head. "No. I just put it down to your massive libido."

 

I kissed his cheek. "I'm proud of you. I was beginning to think you were completely useless. But you're not. You are human after all. Now tell me about this special boy you wanted to fuck."

 

"What makes you think he was special?"

 

I chuckled. "My man wouldn't bother with anyone who was ordinary. He had to be special. So tell me about him."

 

Gareth pushed an arm under me and drew me close. Then he described Cody and everything that had gone on, and when he'd finished I was even more proud of him. But I couldn't leave it at that. The demon had to be properly exorcised... in my mind and not Gareth's. And that's why I said to him, "Will you do me a special favour Gareth?"

 

He looked into my eyes. "Of course. What do you want me to do?"

 

"Fuck Aleric Hahn and not Cody Devine."

 

And after he'd taken all his clothes off, he did. And it was beautiful. But what made it even more beautiful for me was knowing that Cody was almost seventeen. It's not just young boys my age Gareth likes, and that lifted an enormous weight off my shoulders. Now I know the bit he wrote that he'd love me when I was older was true. While we were talking about Cody, he told me that he'd got a strong, muscular body. I may not have massive muscles when I'm older, but I will be bigger and look older. The thing that does it for Gareth is that the young man must be good looking, and have a special chemistry. I know I'm good looking, and I could open a pharmacist's shop with the potions I've got inside me. Things are looking up! LOL.

 

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Sunday evening.

Gareth and Dad and Mum and Kurt and Heindrich are drinking. Gottwin (for a change) hasn't gone off to Berlin to see Lydia. Gunther has gone up to Berlin. He's got a date and is going to a nightclub. Gareth has allowed him to use the apartment. He's staying the night there and going straight to work from the apartment. Gunther isn't like me and Gotty. He keeps things close to his chest. He hasn't got a steady girlfriend. He's made quite a few friends from work and other places. He says he's playing the field. But he's got strict orders from Gareth. The apartment isn't to be used for a lad's booze up. He's also got strict orders from me. Our bedroom is sacrosanct. If he takes a girl back there then he's to use the room mum and dad used.

 

Dad took us all out on the boat earlier. It's been lovely weather and it was nice. Dad's doing brilliantly. It's very strange to me and Gottwin. We've got used to Dad being in a wheelchair but when we were out on the boat and he was in charge of it, it made us remember what Dad was like when we were younger. He's brilliant, and everything comes naturally to him. He let me and Gotty steer the boat at times, and he was soft spoken and loving when he was telling us what to do. Gareth knows how to work one. He's got one moored just across the water from Mum and Dad's house. He never uses it. Nor the house there. He lets his business friends stay there. Pete Sawyer always stays there. It's the same with his house in London. He never uses that either. I once asked him why he keeps it. He shrugged his shoulders and said it was making money doing nothing because the price of property in London is rising so quickly. He told me he used to stay there quite often, but that was before he met me. Now he prefers to stay in Berlin. Because I'm here. That made me feel nice inside.

 

Me and Gotty and Hansie are doing a jigsaw puzzle on the mahogany occasional table mum bought new from Potsdam. It's pretty much the only new thing in the lounge.

 

Gareth arranged for all the furniture from Wieck to be brought here. He told Mum she could have new stuff if she wanted it. She made me chuckle when she gave him a really nasty look when she asked, "What's wrong with my furniture?!"  Gareth retreated right away and said, "Nothing. I love the furniture in your other house."  Then mum said, "And so you should! I didn't see you moaning about that divan/bed you used!" Gareth looked at me and saw me giggling. So he giggled and said nothing else. LOL.     

 

That's where he's sitting now. He's on the divan with the home-made cushions where we first made love properly. Kurt and Heindrich are with him. Mum has chosen to sit in the old rocking chair opposite Dad in his, one each side of the fireplace like they were back in Wieck.  In fact this room is pretty much a replica of the one I grew up in. There's the old oak dresser full of old pottery and photographs, the upright piano has found a new home at the back of the room, and the floor is covered with the thick, home-made rugs we had back there. The room even smells the same. That's because Dad won't give up his smelly pipe for anybody. I'm beginning to love this house.

 

Although I'm with Gotty and Hansie trying to put the jigsaw together, I don't miss anything the others are saying and I cock my ears up when Gareth says there's a boatyard for sale on the other side of the Deutsch-Britischer Yacht Club. They gabble on about it for ages. I know what's happening. Now Dad is getting better, Gareth is thinking along the lines that Dad getting back to work will be good for him. Dad can't do any physical labour yet, but he knows enough about boats to run a boatyard. That's when I decide to stick my nose in. I call over my shoulder, "That would be great Dad. Me and Gotty can work there when we leave school. You could call it Ralf Hahn and Sons. You could get Gunther to do the engines."

 

Mum's the first to comment and I hear her say, "That one has always had the biggest ears. He misses nothing." Then she calls to me, "Get on with your jigsaw."

 

I chuckle. Gottwin chuckles. Hansie turns his wheelchair slightly toward me and chuckles and waggles his big ears with his fingers. Then we all start laughing.

 

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Gareth.

I've been watching the boys at the table. Because it's warm, Aleric is wearing a Hertha Berlin soccer shirt and shorts. He hasn't got socks on, and because he's kneeling I can see the soles of his feet. I want to giggle because they're dirty from walking around without shoes. My thoughts go to Bedri. Perhaps I should send Aleric to him to have his feet licked clean. The old pervert would love that. We haven't been to Bedri's for a while. Maybe I should book an evening there. It would be fun. We often have fun laughing about the old bugger. But maybe Aleric has already been to have his feet licked while I've been away? Nothing would surprise me about him. I'm still coming to terms at the way he handled my madness at the apartment. He was more than mature about it. But he has grown up a lot since we first met.

 

Look at him now. He's filled out. Those soccer shorts he's wearing are more full now that they would have been eight months ago. His penis has grown an inch and his balls have become a lovely handful. I love to look at him from the back. He has a beautifully shaped head. In fact he's perfect from head to foot. Cody was an older Aleric in shape. That excites me. I can imagine a Cody shaped Aleric kneeling there now... an almost seventeen year old Aleric... a more mature Aleric. And what a handsome young man he's going to be when he's twenty-one. God... I do love him!

 

The little bastard! He's been reading my mind again! I know exactly what he's up to when he pretends to stretch, and after he's raised both arms up in the air, he lifts up his soccer shirt,  massages his back and then shoves both hands inside his soccer shorts and fondles his bum cheeks while he's pretending to study the jigsaw. He confirms what I already know when, a few seconds later he turns and grins at me. I ignore him, but I know he knows that I know what he was up to, because I see his shoulders shaking as he giggles silently.

 

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I look at little Hansie. The poor little man. I've spoken to Kurt a few times since we talked about him, but nothing seems to have changed with the little boy. That fucking spirit! Where are you when we really need you! Gretel has told me she's said a prayer for him and took the coin with her. Get your finger out you fucking genie! I'm doing my best here looking after whatever the fuck it is I'm supposed to be doing! I've got Ralf better, but I'm not a fucking miracle worker! I've even gone and bought one of your boys a fucking chapel! What more do you want from me? I need some help here! He's a little baby who's been kicked from pillar to post all his life! If you worked for me you'd have been booted out a long time ago! Now just sort it! I'm not asking for anything for myself. I'll even let you into Aleric one more time if you sort Hansie out!

 

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Aleric is asleep, wrapped around me octopus fashion as he always does after he's taken what he needs from me. I told him to go back to his own room with Gottwin, but he ignored me. I've got a night-light on. I hate sleeping in the dark. Aleric stirs, and then his hand starts to rub my nipple. I'm surprised. He was fast asleep. Is he doing it in his sleep? Then he raises himself up and comes over me. The nightlight on my bedside cupboard lights up his eyes. I know those eyes. They're not Aleric's eyes. They're looking right into me... staring, unblinking. I know what's happening. It knows I know what's happening. It smiles at me. Then It puts a finger by my lips and does what Aleric does when he's in full sexy mode... pushes the finger in and out of my mouth, intimating that he wants me to suck him off. I nod, so It comes over me and pushes It's cock into my mouth and pummels me until It climaxes into the back of my throat. Then, when It's pulled out of my mouth, It stares down into my eyes. It's eyes light up like a solar flare, and then dim and close before it settles down beside me.

 

I shake the boy beside me. The boy's eyes open and try to focus on me. I shake him again. His eyes focus properly, and Aleric asks, "What the matter?"

 

I smile at him. "You were snoring like a pig."

 

He gives me a tired scowl. "I don't snore!"

 

I pull him into my arms. "Go back to sleep."

 

He grumbles and settles down, and in no time he's asleep again. I don't know whether to laugh or cry when I look up at the ceiling and say in a whisper, "Just the once I said. Now bugger off and make Hansie better!"

  

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Hansie Drescher.

Mum's left the small night light on after she's kissed me and made sure I'm comfortable before she goes out.

 

It's been a lovely day. It was brilliant being out on the boat, and I really enjoyed it when we were making plans to go to the UK at the end of august. I've always wanted to go to the UK. The house Gareth has bought is lovely, and it has a chapel in the grounds. He's not a religious man. He's bought it for Aleric because my friend wants to make things right when they exchange rings. Aleric loves it. And Frau Hahn does. She was asking if it will have proper church furniture in it. Gareth said it would, but he'd put it in the hands of another man to sort that out. Yes, I'm really looking forward to going.

 

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Am I asleep? No I'm not. I'm half asleep and half awake but I can't move. I'm having one of those sleep paralysis things. I've had them before. They're horrible. But this one isn't. This one is making me feel nice. I can see the nightlight. I can also see something else. It's down there... at the bottom of the bed. It's moving. It's someone. It's not Mum. She left me about ten minutes ago. I can't quite make it out. It looks like Aleric. It can't be Aleric. He's at home. Whoever it is, it's pulling the duvet off me. I want to ask who it is, but I'm unable to speak. But I'm not frightened. Why aren't I frightened? Somebody is in my bedroom and I'm not frightened? This is silly. Now it's pulling my pyjama bottoms down. I haven't done that since the accident. I can't do it anymore. It never gets hard. I can't make it go hard. I don't feel like making it hard. It doesn't bother me that it doesn't get hard.

 

It's pulling my pyjama bottoms right off. Now it's spreading my legs wide. Its hands are tingly. It's feeling at my little legs. I can see it. The hands are getting higher. It's feeling at my balls now, cuddling them, rubbing them. The feeling is lovely. Now it's tickling my bum hole with its finger. I love that. It's lovely. My pinkler is getting bigger. It hasn't done that since the accident. I want to wake up but I can't!

 

I can see its face now. But I can't really see it. It looks like Gottwin now. It's kneeling on the bed, between my spread legs. Now I can't see its face because it's got its head down. It's got its head down because it's sucking the end of my pinkler. I can only see its hair. It looks like Aleric's hair. It's sucking my pinkler really hard now. My really hard pinkler. It's lovely. No, it's better than that... it's fantastic. Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! The feelings are coming! Oh! Oh Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Yesssssss! Oh yesssssssss!

 

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It's gone. It went as soon as I got the feelings... as soon as I came. And I can move now and I'm fully awake! My pinkler is still hard. I want to do it again. I need to do it again. I will. Oh yes! Oh yes! More! More! More!

 

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Kurt.

Very gently I open the door. I do it every night when he's gone to sleep. I'm very quiet when I do it. Oh... my... God! My little Hansie is bottom-half naked... and he's masturbating! His penis is hard and he's masturbating! I should go away, but I can't. I need to know! His fingers are working harder on the end of his penis... his foreskin shuttling on and off his little pink glans. His little bottom bucks on the bed... he arches upwards as he reaches his climax. Oh my God! That is beautiful! I close the door and creep away. Never have I been so happy, so relieved. My little sexy Hansie is okay! Gareth was right! I love you Gareth!

 

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The Spirit of László Nemeth.

I'm really pleased with myself. That's the first time ever I've been able to transpose at a distance. Being a relatively new spirit, I didn't think I could do it, but when Gareth let me show myself again, I was so worked up and all my senses were heightened that I thought about what he asked me to so, and the next thing I knew I was here in Hansie's room. Humans call us `ghosts', but all we are really is transposed spirits, and we're usually on a mission when we do stuff like appearing. But it can only happen if the person we want to visit has something that belongs to the person we live in. Before Hansie went home, Aleric gave him one of the anarchy wristbands he's been wearing all day. Part of what Aleric is has seeped into the wristband, so that's what I used to locate him. I thought about the wristband, and the next moment I was in Hansie's room.  

 

It was fun. Little Hansie didn't know what hit him! I amazed myself when I was able to undress him. That took some doing! I had to concentrate like crazy to get his pyjamas off. The sucking him off bit was easy. That comes natural to me. That was the best bit. Hansie has got a lovely little penis. It was delicious!

 

Time to go now. I hope I can get back! Goodness knows what will happen if I can't!

 

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Gareth.

I'm still pondering about what has happened when the silver phone vibrates on the bedside cupboard. It's Kurt, and he asks, "Have I woken you up Gareth?"

 

I talk quietly into the phone. "No, but the little sod is asleep beside me. Are you okay?"

 

Kurt is sobbing now, but he manages to say, "You'll never guess what happened tonight. I caught Hansie doing it. I shouldn't have watched him, but I couldn't help it. I just checked up on him as I always do before I go to bed. He'd got his pyjamas off and was masturbating. He actually did it! I saw him reach the end! He can do it!"

 

I chuckle at him. "I told you he would be alright. Now just make sure he keeps out of that shit stuff he was into."

 

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I stare up at the ceiling and whisper, "You're not a bad spirit, are you? Okay, I know we had to barter, but you shouldn't have needed to barter to make a little kid better. This young man beside me... he's special to you, isn't he! Well, he's more than special to me. I love him. I'd die for him. Make sure you don't harm him or any of the Hahn family while you're up to whatever it is you have to do. I don't care what you do to me. I'm not afraid of you. I've got some of you me inside me now. Use me, but don't harm the people I love. If you do, I'll burn everything to do with you, including that fucking painting!

 

Is it my imagination? Aleric stirs and I feel his arms tighten around me.  

 

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The Spirit of László Nemeth.

Made it back! All I had to do was think about Aleric's lovely body. LOL.

 

To be continued...

 

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