WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit parts involving sex between minors and adults. Do not read the contents if it will offend you. If accessing this story causes you to break local laws (village, town, city, county, province, state, or country, etc.), please leave now.

 

Any characters portrayed in this story are fictional and not representative of anyone living or dead.

 

Anyone wishing to contact me can do so at john.thestoryteller@gmail.com

 

Other stories on Nifty by John Teller/The Storyteller can be found here.

 

All rights reserved. All parts of these documents are © Copyright 2017 John T. S. Teller, and may not be reproduced in any form without the author's consent. Nifty.org has permission to reproduce it on their website.

 

A small sermon. Nothing in life is free. Everything costs, and Nifty is no different, so please send them a couple of $'s/£'s to cover costs and stuff. They're very discreet, and you won't get your name in lights if you do. Donate here.

If complete anonymity is a concern, simply do one of two things...

1)      Purchase a Money Order and send that to the donation address for Nifty in $US or purchase a pre-paid debit card and use that to make the donation online and send to...

Nifty Archive Alliance
PMB 159
333 Mamaroneck Ave
White Plains, NY 10605
USA

 

 

The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 59.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

 

Aleric.

It's Friday, the day after Gareth's birthday. I'm alone in the apartment. Gareth has gone to work. He woke me up this morning at Mum's and did exactly what I thought he would do... said it stunk of sex in his room and sprayed air freshener all around the place. Then he kicked me out of bed and told me to get showered and dressed and go down for a quick breakfast or he'd leave me at Mum's because he had so much work to do at the office before we left for the UK. So I did as he told me and then he drove like crazy because he was late for work. He said he would take me to work with him, but I told him I wanted to go to the apartment and sort some stuff out ready for the journey tomorrow and I would join him later. Then he went sort of strange. He said he'd made a few changes in the apartment and that he'd tell me about it later. Then he said something even stranger. He told me that I was definitely not to take any calls from the USA if they came through. He was really fierce when he said it. He had no need to say it really because he knows I never answer calls on the landline unless it's from somebody I know and Gareth's phone is one of those that shows up the name of the person calling unless it says Unknown number.

 

I think I now know why he told me that. He's cleared out his mother and father's bedroom, and he's broken some of the furniture in there. What on earth has gone on? I want to phone him and ask him, but I daren't now he's told me that he'll tell me later. I know what he's like. Sometimes I can be boss, but sometimes I know when he is.

 

We're going away for a week and he'll be as busy as hell. On a normal day during the school holidays he's busy... always taking phone calls and making them and talking to somebody in strange languages at the other end of the world on video calls. Then he'll be out of his office in the other offices telling people what to do. He's like a bloody general making plans for war sometimes. That's when I go in Helena's office and sit with her. She makes me a cup of coffee and we have a talk. She's always busy, but she's always got time to talk to me. But if they're all busy I'll go and do other things like going to Kurt's shop and spending some time with him, or I'll do some shopping for myself. I like walking along the Unter den Linden and going in the shops. But Gareth always has lunch with me. Sometimes we meet Kurt and Hansie and have lunch together and sometimes I go back to Kurt's shop and me and Hansie play games on the console he's got in Kurt's office. Maybe I should go and see Kurt now. He'll know what's gone on regarding Gareth's mum and dad's room. But maybe it will be better if I phone him.

 

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

 

He answers almost immediately. Well it isn't ten o' clock yet and he's never too busy at this time in a morning. "Hello my little man. What can I do for you?"

 

I decide to come right out with it. "Why has Gareth cleared his mum and dad's bedroom out?"

 

"I take it he hasn't told you then. He probably didn't want to spoil his birthday party. They've had a falling out. It was about money. From what I could gather, his father tried to rip him off over some business deals and you know what Gareth is like. He lost his temper big style. I don't know whether you've worked it out yet Aleric, but Gareth isn't all that close to his parents. When he goes to see them it's only because he thinks it's his duty to go. It was his grandparents he loved most." Kurt chuckles. "He didn't want to go the last time he went."

 

"Why's that, Kurt?" I ask.

 

"Why do you think, you thick northerner? If he's away from you for more than a day he's like a bear with a sore head. I'm not very pleased with you for stealing my man."

 

I chuckle. "He was never your man. He didn't know what it was for before he met me. I'm like a snake charmer. I sing and he gets horny."

 

Kurt giggles like mad. "You're a disgusting young man! Did you see his face when we gave him the snake? He didn't dare open the present."

 

I can't stop laughing myself, but when I've calmed down, I ask Kurt, "How will falling out with his father affect him?"

 

"Well, you saw him yesterday. Was that a man who was bothered about anything?"

 

I think about what Kurt has said. He's right. Gareth was in top form yesterday. He certainly didn't act like he was bothered about what had happened between him and his father. But I am puzzled about the damaged furniture, and I ask Kurt, "But how did the furniture get damaged. Have you seen what he's done?"

 

Kurt snorts at me. "Of course I've seen what he's done! I was there when he did it. He was a in a terrible rage. You know what he's like when he's angry. There's only two people in the world who can survive that wrath intact... you and me. There's only two people he can call on to help him through it... you and me, and yesterday it was my turn because he didn't want to bother you with all this stuff before you went away. So here's a bit of advice for you sonny boy... just let it go. Gareth will tell you about it in good time, but now is not the time. Just concentrate on what you two have and our week away in Llantwit Major or whatever they call it. I'm looking forward to it, aren't you?"

 

Kurt's words have really calmed me down. "Can't wait. Have you got our rings safe?"

 

"Of course I have! But it was a stupid thing to do. You're growing so fast that it won't be long before yours doesn't fit you. You would have been better having a nice broche."

 

I gurgle with laughter. "I'm not like you, you tart! Men don't wear brooches!"

 

Kurt giggles. "That's the nicest thing you've said to me in ages."

 

When we've both stopped laughing, I ask Kurt, "Have you got Bedri's phone number?"

 

"And what would you want that for? You're not thinking of paying him a visit, are you?"

 

"Well, I was thinking of phoning him, but now you mention it, I might do that."

 

"And why would you want to do that?"

 

"Because I think he's special."

 

"Special enough to be part of what's going on?"

 

"Yes Kurt. He's an old man and I'd like him to think he's my friend. It doesn't matter what's happened, I just want him to know I care about him."

 

"What a lovely boy you are! Yes, I will give you his phone number. Have you got his address?"

 

"What do I need his address for? I'm going to phone him."

 

"Wouldn't it be better to phone him and go and have a coffee with him and tell him to his face? I think he'd like that much better."

 

I chuckle. "If I go to see him I might end up having more than a coffee."

 

Kurt laughs. "Because he would want more than a coffee... or because you would?"

 

"Both I think. Just give me his phone number."

 

I wait for Kurt to sort out the number, and then he says, "Kreuzberg. The Oranienstraβe. Take the U-Bahn and get off at U8... Moritzplatz. You'll know your way from there." And then he gives me Bedri's phone number.

 

I ask, "Why did you give me the address?"

 

Kurt giggles. "Because it might come in handy one day? I know what you're like when your man's out of town. Better our Bedri than some of the disgusting creatures that would love to ravish you."

 

I giggle. "You're disgusting! Go away! See you tomorrow."

 

"Okay, but don't forget what I told you about Gareth falling out with his father. Let it go! Some things are not for your little nose to get involved with. Just enjoy your life with him and let him sort his own stuff out. He can deal with it, but not if he knows it's worrying you."   

 

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

 

Kurt.

The moment Aleric breaks the call; I phone Gareth and tell him what Aleric has been on about and what I've told him to explain away what's gone on. I also assure him that I'm pretty sure Aleric won't bother him with it unduly providing he deals with the situation as I've done... that it's no big deal. Gareth thanks me; says I've done him a great favour and he'll tell Aleric the falling out was about some business deals. He says that's best because the one thing Aleric never queries him about is anything to do with business. Then he says he'll see me in the morning.

 

When we've ended the call I sit back and think about what I didn't tell Gareth. Aleric said he wanted to tell Bedri about what's going on because he regards him as being close enough to confide in him. It's a lovely thing to do, but I've oiled the waters just in case he had other things in mind. He's got Bedri's address, so will it be a phone call when he tells him, or will it be over a coffee? If it's the latter, will it just be a coffee they're sharing?

 

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

 

Aleric.

When Bedri answers the phone, I tell him who's calling. He chuckles and says, "I would know your sweet voice from amongst millions, my sweet boy. What can I do for you?"

 

"I'm going to the UK with Gareth and my family and Kurt and his family for a week and I just wanted to tell you something. Can we have a coffee together?"

 

"Here, at my humble abode?"

 

"Yes. Kurt gave me your address. I can use the subway and get off at U8."

 

"Eleven o' clock here?"

 

I look at my watch. "Yes, that will be fine."

 

"Then eleven o' clock it is my sweet boy. I will have a special coffee made for you. As you know, Bedri's coffee is the finest in Berlin."

 

I giggle. "Gareth was angry with you once because it wasn't hot enough."

 

Bedri chuckles. "It will be hot for you my sweet boy. Probably it wasn't hot enough for your special man because it was made for him and not the boy who has stolen my heart."

 

I laugh. "I'll see you at eleven."

 

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

 

I'm lost for a while when I get off the subway, but then I find myself in the street that Gareth almost dragged me along after he'd found out I'd slept with Bedri. It doesn't take me long to spot the old sun-blind that Bedri never takes up. He's closed. Far too early for Bedri to open. He's a man of the night and provides a secluded place for the fringes of people like `us'. That's why you can't see through the small windows of his place. I'm nervous when I knock on the door. He opens it and the little bell tinkles. Then, with a big smile on his face, he invites me in.

 

It looks as though he's done the same as me... got dressed up. He's spotless in his white eastern clothes, and even though I haven't put my Bedri suit on, I have dressed well but casual in the same clothes I wore when I met Gareth at the airport... minus the Nike baseball cap. I didn't want to mess my hair up after I'd brushed it to perfection. He sits us at table twelve... our table. The naughty old man! Bedri sits opposite me. There's an ancient Turkish coffee pot sitting on an iron stand by the table, on which there are two small trays containing small earthenware cups and saucers and a sweet in each saucer. Also, there's a glass of water on each tray. His beautiful old twinkling eyes look into my eyes. "I have made it medium-sweet. Will that be to your taste?"

 

I smile at him and nod. "Yes. Thank you Bedri."

 

Bedri is a master coffee-maker. He takes the coffee pot off the iron stand and pours coffee into our cups, raising the pot higher as he pours until there's froth on the top of each cup. When he's finished, I go to pick up my cup. Bedri puts up a warning finger. "No my sweet boy... first clean your palate with the water. Then Bedri Tabak's coffee will taste much better. It is the old way that my countrymen learned from serving the travellers on the old Silk Road from times past." He winks at me. "We learned many things from the old rogues who rode the camel trains."

 

I almost burst out laughing. I've seen through his innuendo. The other thing he's referring to is how they did stuff to drive boys like me crazy, and just the thought of it is making a bulge in my chinos. But I try to put that to the back of my mind and do as he says. After I've taken the first sip of his delicious coffee, I tell him, "That's lovely, Bedri. Thank you."

 

He smiles across the table at me. "That is three times you have thanked me, Aleric, but it should be me thanking you."

 

I give him one of my naughty smiles. "And why is that?"

 

"Because your presence has gladdened my heart more than a peach in the desert. And to what divine providence do I owe this visit?"

 

I look into his twinkling eyes, "Tomorrow, as I told you, we're going to Gareth's homeland. It's for a special occasion and I would like your blessing."

 

"A special occasion? I am intrigued. Tell me more."

 

I take a deep breath, and my eyes never leave the old man's when I tell him, "We're going to seal our love in one of God's houses. Gareth bought it so we could."

 

Bedri stares into my eyes. "That is beautiful beyond words my boy. My heart is filled with great joy for you. But tell me, why do you need my blessing? I am just a humble man and not an Imam."

 

I return his stare. "You're not just a humble man, Bedri. There's something special about you." I hesitate. "I don't mean what we do... I mean I felt something about you the very first time I saw you. I don't know what it is, but I think it's a sort of spiritual thing. Can you understand what I mean?"

 

Bedri doesn't answer immediately. He studies me for a while, and then he says, "I know exactly what you mean. Now can I ask you a question? It may seem silly, but I need to ask you. Have you ever heard of a Tural?" I'm flabbergasted, and it must show in my face. That's why Bedri leans across the table and takes hold of my left hand, and asks, "Are you alright?"

 

I'm not, but I nod and manage to whisper, "Yes. How do you know about the Tural?"

 

Bedri squeezes my hand. "I know very little. But I will tell you a story so that we might be able to understand what is happening. And then you can tell me where the Tural fits into your world."     

 

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

 

Two hours later I'm having lunch with Gareth in his office. I've bought us two lunch boxes of Kartoffelsalat mit Würstchen. Gareth loves his sausages. When we've started, he looks across his desk at me and asks, "What have you been doing this morning? I hope you've been practicing your English. That's what I told you to do."

 

I point to my IPod on the desk. "I was practicing it while I was doing stuff, and when I was on the subway going to Bedri's place."

 

Gareth stops mid-bite and stares at me. Then, while he's eating what's in his mouth, he studies my grinning face. Eventually, he asks, "And why have you been to Bedri's? Was last night a disappointment to you?"

 

I shake my head. "No. You were okay."

 

"But you needed a top up before we left?"

 

I giggle. "Not really. I wanted to see him to talk about us."

 

Gareth's eyes narrow. "Talk about us?"

 

I nod. "He's a sort of sexy grandfather. I can talk to him about stuff."

 

"And you can't talk to me about stuff?"

 

"No. That's why I talk to Kurt a lot. We can talk about you, but it's none of your business what we talk about. It's the same with Bedri. Well, now I've spoken with him, it is."

 

Gareth grins. "I see. So you and that tart can talk behind my back and it's none of my business, and now you've got a cur dog with a vibrating tongue as a confidante."

 

I grin back at him. "Something like that. Anyway, I wanted his blessing."

 

"His blessing! What is he... a bloody Imam now? Are you thinking of changing religion?"

 

"Nope. But I had to make sure I wasn't wasting my time betrothing myself to someone to spend the rest of my life with unless I know he's the right person, can I?"

 

"And am I the right person?"

 

"Bedri says you're perfect. He says I'm going to live happily ever after like they do in the stories."

 

Gareth places his food on the desk and howls with laughter, and when he stops he crooks his finger at me and beckons for me to go to him. So I place my own food on the desk and do as I'm told, and when I get to him he pulls me onto his lap, lifts my chin, and kisses me on the lips. Then he says, "Go and lock the door."

 

Ten minutes later and I've ejaculated into his handkerchief and eaten half his lunch, and I'm still sitting in his lap. A few minutes later and I'm back in my own place and grinning at him. Then I surprise him. I lean across the desk, give him one part of my IPod earphones and put the other part in my own ear. Then, while the song is playing on the IPod and I've got hold of his right hand, I sing to him in English. The song I sing is one I've been using to learn his language. It's an old song me and Gottwin found on YouTube after we'd been fighting when it was Gareth's birthday. Gottwin said it would work... and he was right. Gareth' eyes, which never once stop looking right into my own, are really misty when I sing a Herb Alpert song called This Guy's in Love With you. So are mine.

 

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

 

Gareth.

Aleric has gone and I'm missing him already. I was okay before he came, but when he breezes into the office he seems to fill it with his exuberance and his presence and changes everything. All my staff adore him... and Gottwin when they're both here. Two hillbilly kids from the north; the whole place changes; and I still can't work it out why that should be.

 

Yes, they're both beautiful boys, but that doesn't explain it. The world is full of beautiful boys. The family hardly had two Euros to rub together before I met them, but in they come, into these swank offices, mixing with some of the best business brains in Berlin, and he or they treat it as if it was normal. But more than that... they make my staff happy. I've seen the staff when they've gone. Like me, they go sort of quiet. I've even had a couple of them say the place isn't the same without the boys here.

 

Take today for instance. We... or I, broke our golden rule today. No sex in the office! But I couldn't help it. After he'd made me laugh with the Bedri stuff about living happily ever after, I wanted to reward him for making me laugh. I needed that laughter.

 

I've been dealing with the shit I created by telling my father to stick his business up his arse. It's always complicated when you're dealing with shit things. I've had to do it in such a way that the markets won't smell there's something wrong. My lawyers are creating all sorts of companies in offshore accounts in Panama to stifle the smell that something's wrong. This MO isn't new to me. I've used it many times in the past to get out of situations that might mar my reputation as a successful entrepreneur. I'm not always successful in my business dealings. That's the nature of the beast that is venture capitalism. Most you win... occasionally you lose. But to continue to get people to trust in you for future investments, you have to hide your failures by selling off your shares to fake companies, and in turn, another fake company, and then you can let the business go bust. Then it's never my fault. My shares were sold at a profit.

 

Knowing I would be so busy was the reason I asked Aleric to stay at his parent's house today. I asked him last night after we'd had sex, but he would have none of it. Why? He's spent two days away from me and he wasn't going to spend another one the same way. Even so, I had to bully him to get out of bed. He's a little bastard to get out of bed. Eventually, I had to throw the duvet off him and drag him out. Then he was miserable until we were driving to the apartment. Then he came out with one of his `gems'. He told me that he and Gottwin had made up their minds what they were going to do when they left school. Apparently, they're going to be singer/songwriters. They can both play the piano in a fashion, can both sing, and all they want now are two new acoustic guitars so they can learn to play them. Oh, and they'll need their own studio when they're older. Or I can get them one now and they'll be used to it by the time they leave school. I told him I'd get David Bowie to introduce them to the one he uses on Köthener Straße. He chuckled when I said it was in Kreuzberg, not far from Bedri's place and he could hop over to the old cur dog at lunchtime. Then he pointed a warning finger at me and said, I'm serious, Herr Moneybags! Don't mess us about. I want you to be proud of us!

 

Coming from most kids that would be a way of getting their own way, but I know for a fact that the latter comment was the real reason why he wants to do it. He really does want me to be proud of him. But he should know by now that I am. I just wish I could shout out to the world that I'm love with the most beautiful person in the world and that he's my lover. But I can't do that. We may be able to get away with it to a degree here in Germany, but the age of consent in the UK is sixteen and not fourteen as it is here, and that includes whatever I do abroad because I'm a British citizen. I've warned him about inappropriate behaviour when we get there. The little sod just chuckled and asked if they would have cameras in our bedroom. Whatever am I going to do with him! But I have discovered something new about him this lunchtime. Whatever he and the old cur dog got up to... they didn't have sex. The wet handkerchief in my trouser pocket is testament to that. Had they done stuff, it would have been dry. I really should throw the handkerchief in the bin, but that would be sacrilege. The reason it's wet is because of the semen he ejaculated, and that semen contains something belonging to the most precious creature in the world to me... the DNA of my Angel of Pie Jesu. I'll let it dry in my pocket.    

 

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

 

Aleric.

I feel as if I want to be alone this afternoon. My talk with Bedri has affected me deeply, so I wander along the Unter den Linden, past the Berliner Dom and over the bridge so I can take in a trip in one of the tourist cruisers that chug along the River Spree. I decide the take the one hour, City Centre Cruise on the open air top deck. There are quite a few seats available, but only singles, except for two empty double seats right at the back. So I take the port side one and place the carrier bag containing a shirt I've bought for Gareth on my walk here onto the seat beside me. Then a good looking man of about thirty, carrying a small rucksack, gets on the boat, walks along the aisle and decides to sit next to me. I'm not too pleased. He could have sat in the empty double across from me. But I do pick up the carrier bag and place it in my lap so he can sit down. He smiles at me. I give him a half-smile back, and then relax, intending to listen to some songs on my IPod. He settles down with the rucksack in his lap, and just as he does, the boat sets off.

 

I've done this trip quite a few times and I've seen everything there is to see, but it's a relaxing trip that gives me time to think. But we're only about ten minutes into the journey when my thoughts are interrupted. The man next to me places his spread-fingered hand on the upper thigh of his jeans of the leg next to mine, and I feel his leg press against my own. I pretend not to notice and continue looking at the buildings on my left, but my heart is thumping. Then his fingers begin to tap on top of his leg and I'm wondering if he can hear what I'm listening to... Eminem. Then his little finger accidentally touches my leg just when Slim Shady... The Real Slim Shady begins to play. I really should move my leg away, but I don't. I know now why he didn't take the other empty seat, and my pinkler has got a good idea too, because it's swelling in my chinos despite Gareth just having played with it not long ago. Thank goodness it's hidden by the carrier bag!

 

Wandering fingers. I'd write a song about them, but it wouldn't be acceptable. Well, not his wandering fingers. They're rubbing along the top of my thigh now and I really should scream and shout Fucking pervert, or I`ve got Slim Shady... The Real Fucking Slim Shady next to me! But I don't. My heart is racing and I can actually feel my heart beating. And because I don't shout and scream, he knows he's got permission to venture further... under the carrier bag, and he's allowed to rub my swollen pinkler. In fact, I'm so worked up that I open my legs to allow him access. He must have contortionist fingers because the next thing I feel is my zip sliding down. Then he's inside my chinos rubbing my pinkler through my underpants, squeezing my foreskin on and off so he's wanking me. I'm almost there when he decides he wants a proper feel and those contortionist fingers manage to get inside the waistband of my underpants. I've already turned my head away from him ages ago so I don't have to associate with him, and I'm thinking that if he's enjoying it and so am I, then what's the harm as long as nobody sees us, and the rest of the passengers are too interested in what they can see than a couple of perverts on a back seat.

 

Now he's pressing my pinkler flat against my body and the heel of his hand is working me off while his fingers are exploring my balls. He's got massive hands! Then, with a little help from me when I open my legs wider, and goodness knows how he's managed it, he's got a finger inside my bum cheeks and it's trying to get inside me. It succeeds, and I know he's two knuckles deep when his other hand comes across and he gets my hand and pushes it under his rucksack and onto his rock hard pinkler. What the hell! Why not? I don't get inside his jeans, but I do return the favour. Like me, he's got a foreskin, so I do the business while he's got his finger up my bum and he's massaging my knob with his wrist. I might be small, but he's quite strong to be able to do that. He certainly knows his stuff! But he doesn't know having his fingering up my bum is the worst thing he can do. Well, the best thing he can do, and so, with his wrist rolling my pinkler around on my lower belly and that finger working overtime up my bum while I'm half sitting, half lying on the hard wooden seat, I explode! And that makes him explode.

 

He times it almost perfectly, because by the time I've sorted myself out after he's abused me, the boat has reached the halfway stage. Those who want to do so can get off here. I was prepared to if he didn't, but he does. I'm almost sorry to see him go, but at the same time I'm relieved when I see him get off and skulk away, hiding his face. At least I can listen to my Eminem now in peace. But it's not long before I turn off the IPod and think about what's just happened. I'll never tell anyone about it. Instead, it will be one of my fantasies when I'm having sex in the future. No doubt it will be the same for the man who's now gone out of my life. Good luck to him. I bet he thinks he's just won the lottery. But he'll need to go somewhere and change his underpants. I'm not too bad. I didn't make much. Gareth emptied me when we were in the office.              

 

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

 

Bedri Tabak.

I am very worried! But I didn't let Aleric see that I was when he was telling me about what he knows of The Tural. My master's words are coming true. When I saw the spirit above your head, it was bathed in flames of a great fire and it had in its hands a staff, and at the head of the staff was a shield, and upon that shield was the sign of The Tural. Make of that what you will, but you will not find those things here. They are of The North. And now I am in The North, and there is a connection between Aleric and his man and the Tural. Neither Aleric nor Gareth can understand what it is. Nor do I understand it yet. But forewarned is forearmed, and we descendants of the Ancient People have long since learned not to question the spiritual side of our existence.

 

But for you, Bedri Tabak, there will come a time when you will become involved with a love as great as mine and my lovely boy Erdim. Because of those words, all these years I have been seeking that special love like my master had, but it seems as though his word, involved, was not meant to mean I would be granted such a love. No, I am involved... but the love he spoke of is between that of the beautiful boy Aleric and his man Gareth, and in some way I am to be its protector. But what am I protecting it from? It seems to be running a smooth course. I am puzzled, but now Aleric has told me what he has, then I must redouble my guard. I have seen the same spirit my master saw. It is still around. I will open my mind to it more and see if I can communicate with it.

 

So, it seems that I will never experience the great love I have sought all my life, but Allah has still blessed me. To be in the presence of Aleric is a great joy. I have been set apart from other mortals in his life. Today he came to me for his blessings. Why would a boy do that unless he had complete trust in me? Today he made me smile joyfully. Today, when I prompted him for a reason why he had come to me, he said, accompanied by that mischievous twinkle in his wondrous eyes... You're like a sexy grandfather to me, Bedri... and I do love you. What a beautiful boy he is! He even managed to bring a tear to my old eyes when he said that.

 

Yes, he is a beautiful creature! Naked, he is beyond compare, and spiritually, he is the same. But right now I am more interested in the sexy grandfather bit that he spoke of. I do not approve of incestuous relationships, but I am a grandfather by proxy only, and therefore I am allowed to satiate my earthly desires with him. But that will have to be by proxy, too. Today he left without allowing me to pleasure him, but I have memories of him stored away that I can watch and relieve myself, and I praise Muhammad (PBUH) for providing his humble servant with sufficient funds to have been able to buy the best, the very best, the very very best equipment earthly money can buy. Alluha Akbar!     

 

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

 

David Rhys-Jones.

I'm watching the screen before me. I can't see Gareth, but in my mind's eye I can. I can see him in his office barking out orders and telling his staff exactly what to do. He's damned good. There's an unusual amount of trading going on in the shares he owns that have connections with me and the companies I'm associated with. Even the ones that pay me to be a consultant are being traded. I know what he's doing. He's setting up ghost companies in Panama and the British Virgin Islands to buy his shares. Then he'll sell them to another ghost company and continue until there's no way on earth the dealings can be traced back to him. He'll lose money. But he's factored that in. That's the price he's prepared to pay to take his revenge on me for what I did.

 

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

 

It was a stupid thing to do. I should have known better. We all have our own protection networks, but Gareth's is better than most. He has connections that even I don't have, and I'm well in with The Establishment. It's crazy really. I went to Oxford and he went to a state school. But that's what being a billionaire can do. Money talks, and it can get you into places that even The Establishment can't get into. That's because The Establishment is just a tool for people who have real money. Gareth and I have spent hours discussing the philosophical side of Capitalism and Neo-Liberalism. We've had blazing rows about it. That's the irony of all this. Gareth hates The Establishment. One day he'll be offered a Knighthood. But he won't take it. He hates patronage. He sneered at me when I suggested he should take it because it would help him in his business dealings. He gave me that look he usually reserves for those he despises, and said, If I do take a Knighthood then I'll only do it so I can piss on The Establishment from a great height. Then it will be useful. But until then I'll continue doing what I do best... making money. And by the time I'm old enough for their precious gongs, I'll have so much money that I'll just laugh in their faces.

 

Money. That's what it's all about with Gareth, but when he's got it he doesn't use it unless it's to make more money. No fancy yachts in The Bahamas for him. But he's never liked life across The Pond. He's strictly European. He hasn't even got a house in Monaco. He rarely uses his house in London. Berlin. He's become a Berliner. I despise the place. I don't like Germans. They're so bloody arrogant. No class. Clever, but no class. Two wars rid them of any class. Thank God I'm British. We may not be as successful as we used to be at the moment, but nobody in the world can hold a candle to our heritage. That's ironic really. Our royal family are of German descent.

 

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

 

But what now? I won't let this lie. Gareth isn't the only bastard in the family. He's got a shock coming to him. Gwen hid her illness well. That's where Gareth gets his stone-faced, impenetrable side from. They've given her twelve months to live since they discovered the cancer. If that? I can hide his indiscretions from her for that long I'm sure. But when it's over, because of what he's done now, I'll be after him. I'll have nothing to lose. Gwen is my whole life. That's one thing Gareth was right about. His welfare doesn't even show on the radar where my wonderful wife is concerned. And I know where I'll start. That boyfriend he has... Frank Schumacher... that's where I'll start. Our son isn't the only one who has connections. A certain Someone here owes me a big favour. He has connections... European ones... a real set of bastards who honed their skills in the atrocities in the Balkans. I'll be like that fucking Tural they have as their emblem.      

 

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

 

Gareth.

I'm tired, but things have been so frenetic today that I haven't managed to get my mind to space out yet. But Aleric seem to have had a good day today. He's asleep beside me... snuggled up to me like he usually does with his right arm and leg thrown over me. He surprised me tonight. He was in one of his really good moods... one where the fun in him takes over from his sexy side. He only did it the once, and then it was one of his stupid fantasies. He made me pretend he was sitting next to me in a cinema and I was to abuse him. I told him to get stuffed, but he eventually had his own way... as usual. And it ended up with me masturbating him while he was doing the same to me. Then he giggled and gurgled and called me a pervert. Then he gave me the most delicious kiss and snuggled up to me, and he was still chuckling until he drifted off to sleep.

 

We had fun before that. He told me he'd been to bed with Bedri as a going away present for the old cur dog. I told him he was a liar, so he then described exactly what they'd done. He said Bedri had brought him to five climaxes that were out of this world. I told him I knew he was lying, so he came above me and stared into my face, drooled saliva between my lips,  and asked why I thought he was telling lies. I played with his wet, sexy lower lip for a while, and then looked into his eyes and asked him if his balls had had a makeover. What do you mean, he asked. I asked him if Bedri had drained him completely. Of course he did! You don't leave Bedri's unless he's completely emptied you! So I asked him, Then how come the handkerchief you came in, in the office, was so soaked that it left a damp patch on my jeans' pocket all afternoon? After he'd called me a `Smartarse Herr Moneybags', he chuckled for ages afterwards. And then he made us carry out that perverted fantasy. I think that's why he's only done it the once. My strange little Angel of Pie Jesu had been beaten by me over the Bedri affair that didn't happen, and he absolutely hates to be beaten at anything. I think there was a bit of temper in him that lowered his sex drive. But I like that. I don't want him growing up to be anybody's pushover. One day, I hope he's as ruthless as me.

 

But there's another reason why he might have gone to sleep unfulfilled. We're off to Wales in the morning and he's excited about that. I normally have trouble getting him out of bed, but I know I won't in the morning. He's packed everything, and he thought about something that I might have forgotten. He made me get Granddad's watch out of the safe so we wouldn't forget it. He's wearing it now so he doesn't leave it behind. I like to wear a watch on my left wrist, but Aleric is like Kurt... he prefers it on his right one. That's why I'm able to lift his small hand and bring to my lips. I kiss his fingers and the back of his hand, and then I kiss the gold watch. Tomorrow I'll be going home... to the Land of Song.

 

Don't judge me, Granddad. You always told me to do my own thing and let the devil take the hindmost. Well, that's what I'm doing now. I'm taking the boy I love home because he wants to betroth himself to me in a holy place. You know I never went in for that hokey-pokey stuff, but even I'm beginning to have reservations about whether there's some truth in what they believe. You used to say there are more things on this earth than meets the eye. You and Grandma always were wise old owls. Just do me a favour you two... keep my precious boy safe for me. You might not approve of what's happening, but I'm just dealing with the cards that have been dealt to me. I didn't ask to fall in love with a young boy. It just happened and I had no control over it. But I'm not regretting it. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me since I had you two. I love you both.

 

To be continued....

 

You can find my other stories on Nifty here. If you wish to comment on this or any of my other stories, just drop me a line to john.thestoryteller@gmail.com Genuine comments will be appreciated. All flames will be extinguished in the trash bin.