The Angel of Pie Jesu 66

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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

By John T. S. Teller.

Part 66.

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

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Aleric.

Saturday... our last full day here. I'm quite sad. It's been an absolutely fantastic week, but I have unfinished business before we go home and Gareth is surprised when I get up at seven-thirty and take a shower. When I'm done and I come out of the bathroom, he stops working on his laptop and stares at me. Then he asks, "What's up with you? Have you pissed the bed and had to get up?"

I pretend to be not amused. "I've got a date. Do you know where my black Nike cap is? I need to look my best for him."

"It's hanging up at the side of the wardrobe. Do you want me to dress you? Can't have you meeting Jones the Milk unless you're at your best. Tell him to leave a dozen eggs with the full cream he's got for you. You'll need a couple of omelettes for afters to get your strength back up. Go in my wallet and take out twenty pounds... give it to him when he's given you the cream, and then tell him I'm in his debt. I'm really busy here and don't have time for full-cream service this morning."

Although I'm managing not to laugh, I have to keep my face hidden from Gareth so he can't see the grin on it. I expected it to be a bit longer before he worked out what was happening, but he got it in one. Now I know he knows, I pay even more attention to my appearance... exaggerating everything I do as I'm getting dressed in black chinos, a black dress shirt, black Nike trainers and the black baseball cap back to front to show off the Nike logo. When I think I'm okay, I put up a hand to him and say, "I'll see you later."

Gareth turns to me and says, "Hold on a minute. You look like a bag of rags. Come here!" I go back to him and he pulls down the rolled up sleeves of my shirt and carefully rolls them up as only he can do it. When he's satisfied the sleeves look okay, he takes off my watch and removes his own, slips it onto my right wrist and tries to put it on, but it's too big for me. He puts up a warning finger and goes to the drawer he's been keeping his personal stuff in, takes out the Swiss Army Knife I bought him on one of my Unter den Linden travels, and pierces the leather wrist strap at a place where, when he fastens it, it fits snugly on my slim wrist. Then he wets his forefinger with spit and strokes back my eyebrows before holding me at arm's length to examine me, grins, and says, "You look like a billionaire's boy now... irresistible. Have you got your phone?"

I give him a puzzled look. "What do I need my phone for?"

He winks at me. "Give him the number of your silver phone. Not the black one! I don't mind sharing your body, but nobody is sharing our phones. He turns me around, pats my bottom, and says, "Get that twenty from my wallet and tell him it's not to pay his milk bill. Dai will settle that up for me. Tell him it's for him to have a drink on me for doing me a great favour because I'm busy. Have a good time and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I give him one of my best evil stares. "Aren't you jealous?"

He shakes his head. "Not at all. Why should I deny Jones the Milk a bit of you? You're so damned sexy you could satisfy him and all his fellow milkmen and still come home and wear me out. Now off you go and have a good time. Don't forget we're going to the beach later this morning. If you're not there you'll miss me ogling that young blonde boy. Off you go! Oh, and I suggest you take your white pullover with you and wrap it around your shoulders while you're waiting for your date. It's still a bit chilly out there until the sun gets a bit higher. And tell your mother to make you a hot coffee before you go and wait for him. I don't want you catching a chill and popping your clogs. That bloody Wannsee is cold at this time of the year."

I turn away from him, pick up my silver phone, go to the dressing table and pick up Gareth's wallet, take out two twenty pound notes, wave them at him, and say, "I'll need this much if he isn't as useless as you."

Gareth grins at me and sits down at his laptop. I remember Gareth's warning about how it's still not too warm at this time of the morning and go and get my thick white pullover to put over my shoulders. Then I leave the bedroom and burst out laughing.

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Jones the Milk.

It's Saturday morning. Noah comes with me most Saturdays when he's not at school. I love him to bits, but I wish he wasn't with me this morning. Apart from tonight when I'm singing in the choir, I won't be seeing the German boy Aleric again. Not that I've seen him at all during the week. The Welsh bloke was right when he said I wouldn't because the twins don't get up early enough. But I haven't stopped thinking about him. How could I? He's bloody gorgeous.

I tell Noah to open the new gates that have been fitted, wait for him while he fastens them, and then drive down the long drive to the place. It's all been done up. It was nice before, but since the Welsh bloke has bought it... it's all been done up and even the drive has been tarmaced. And they've done the chapel up. They must be religious folk. At the bottom of the drive I turn into the forecourt and suddenly I feel sick inside. He's there! He's sitting at the long table, all dressed in black Nike gear with a white pullover over his shoulders with the sleeves tied in a loose knot at the front, and he's supping on a mug of something. God... he looks like a million dollars!

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Aleric.

I'm taken aback. I thought he would be alone, but he's not. He's got a boy with him who looks about as old as me. Shit! All my plans have gone out of the window. I wanted to do what Gareth did with Cody, sort of tell him I liked him but wasn't going to take it any further. But what do I do now? The least I can do is be pleasant and not be a complete arsehole to him, so when he stops the small truck he's driving that has no sides and no back and which is filled with crates of milk and bread and vegetables and trays of eggs, when he and the boy get out of the thing, I grin at them and speak to him in my best English...

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Noah Hughes.

I nearly burst out laughing when the boy says, "Gut morning Shones ze Milk. You vant cup off coffee?" He points at me. "Your friend... he vant cup off coffee?"

David looks at me, and I grin and nod at him. "Why not... Shones ze Milk?" David grins at me and flicks my ear. The boy grins. At least he hasn't taken offence at me for being rude and mimicking him. Then, while looking at me, the boy says, "I am Aleric Hahn. I am Sherman. I not speak ze good English. He points to a place across the table from him. "You sit. I tell Mutter make two much coffee. You want panacakes? Mutter... she make gut panacakes. Vis honey."

I don't wait for David to answer. I'm starving, so I tell him, "Yes please."

The boy looks into my eyes. God... he's got beautiful eyes! They bore into me, and then he grins. "Gut. You sit. I tell Mutter she make us panacakes." And he goes off into the house.

When he's gone, David says, "We haven't got time for bloody pancakes!"

I grin at him. "I'm starving! And we're a bit early. Sit down and we'll have some bloody panacakes." Then I laugh when I repeat, "Panacakes! Never had them before." David shrugs his shoulders. He knows by now that I always get my own way. It's why he loves me. And I love him because he always gives into me. That's how I know how much he loves me. It isn't just about sex with us. I've loved him since we met at the Old Swan.

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I hated it when my mates were giving him shit. I'd had what I thought was a crush on him for ages before we met properly at the Old Swan. I've had a few crushes before, but this isn't a crush I've got on David. Well, it might be, but it will have been a bloody long crush if it is. We've been together for a year now and I still think as much of him as I did when I thought it was a crush I had on him. Part of what we are is about sex. David rents a small garage that he's using to do up an old car he bought. That's where we do stuff as often as we can. We lock the garage doors from the inside so nobody can catch us at it and spend hours in there having sex and loving each other. Mum and Dad don't know what I'm up to. They think I'm out with my mates. They'd go mad if they knew I was in the back of a car most nights with David's big dick up my arse. It took me almost three months to get him to do it to me, but when I finally convinced him that I wanted more than us just wanking and sucking each other off, he enjoys fucking me as much as I enjoy feeling his big dick up me. I'm as gay as they come and I don't give a shit about what anybody thinks. Well, I have to hide what I am most of the time. There are some right arsehole bigots around here.

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He's coming back. He's put his pullover on and taken off his baseball cap. He's about as old as me, and he's fucking good-looking, especially now he's removed his cap and I can see his brown hair. In fact, he's stunning... and those eyes! I've never seen eyes like them. I'm not into boys my own age, but I think I'd make an exception for him, especially if he was to stare at me with those eyes when he was fucking me. He sits opposite us.

David told me that there were a load of Germans here, staying with a rich Welsh bloke who owns the place. He said he met them all at the Old Swan last weekend, and he said they'd got identical twin boys with them as well as a little kid in a wheelchair. This Aleric must be one of the twins, so when he sits down, I ask him, "You a twin? David says you're a twin. Where is your brother?" I can see he's thinking, trying to work out what I'm saying, so I add by pointing at him with one finger, "You. Aleric." Then I put up two fingers. "You have brother!"

He grins and nods. "Ya. Meine bruder. My bruther. He Gottvin." He points to an upstairs window. "Schlafend... asleep." He points to the numbers on the fantastic watch he's wearing, and to the twelve hour. "Asleep. He up zen."

I laugh, point to the sun and make motions as if it's gone across the sky, and try to speak to him in single words so he can understand me better. "Day. Gone"

He understands me and he grins, "Ya. Yes. Day gone. Moon come." Then he points at David. "Ve go see Shones ze Milk. He sing. Dai ze Builder he ask us go."

I put a hand on David's arm. "Yes. He very good singer. I go too."

He looks into my eyes. "You go see?"

I nod at him. "Yes. I be there. David my good friend."

He looks puzzled. "You not bruder? Bruther?"

I laugh and shake my head. "No! I point at David. He my friend. I am Noah Hughes. That is my name." Then I decide to try and work out if this kid has got any brains, and I add, "David... he my good friend."

He studies me for a moment, looking right into my eyes, and then, when he does a sly grin, I see that he's understood me. So will he be like some of the bastard bigots around here? He studies me some more. He's thinking, and then he grins again. Then he nods. "Das ist gut."

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Gareth.

I've been watching the little bugger through the bedroom window ever since he left and went outside to wait for his `new lover'. Then I giggle to myself when I see that his plans will all go tits up because Jones the Milk has got a young boy with him about as old as Aleric. Lots of milkmen do it... take a kid with then on a Saturday morning to help them out and the kid earns a bit of pocket money. But it hasn't put my little bugger off, and, as usual, he adapts to the situation. In fact, Jones the Milk is being pretty much ignored and Aleric is trying his best to speak to the kid. They're doing okay even though there's lots of sign language going on between them.

He's doing well. He's got them to sit at the long table with him and I'm impressed that he's made them sit opposite and not on the same side as he is. Good boy! I've told him many times that if he wants to work anyone out then he has to study their eyes. Then he goes inside and comes back minus the baseball cap... and he's put his warm pullover on! That tells me a lot. He's no longer dressed to kill... he's being sensible. Good boy! Sorry, Jones the Milk, but you've just shot your bolt as far as my boy is concerned. Your Cody Moment has just gone down the drain.

Gretel comes out with a tray with three mugs of coffee on it and then goes back into the house. Then she comes out again with a larger tray. Pancakes... with honey! Hah hah. He is spoiling you! I can't stop giggling. Aleric is making you sing for your supper... Jones the Milk. You're out of your depth young man. Way out of your depth. I think it's time I helped you out before my boy ties you in knots. Hah hah.

I watch Aleric answer his phone when I call him. Immediately he answers, I say to him, "Don't look up. I've been watching you do your stuff through the window. Speak in your best Wieck accent so they won't understand a word you say even if they can speak a bit of German. Having a good time with your lover boy are you?"

He doesn't look up the window, but he half turns so I can see the grin on his face. "Getting jealous are you, Old Man?"

I laugh. "I wouldn't mind sucking that lad's toes. He's gorgeous."

He chuckles. "That's not all you'd like to suck if I know you, Old Man. I'll arrange for him to visit us so we can do Yokiko stuff."

"They'll think you're rude breaking the conversation to answer the phone. Now say this to them... My friend in Germany is phoning me." (He makes a gesture to them and points at the phone and I hear him say Mein freund in Shermany he iss phone me.) I see them smile and nod at him. I continue, "That's it. Now they won't know the bloke who you couldn't get enough of last night is watching everything you do."

He giggles. "You should get down here and eat some of these pancakes. Twenty and you might last half an hour. Anyway, why are you watching me? You-know-who doesn't need me. He's got his own boyfriend. He's sitting with him. They're having it off."

"How do you know that?"

He giggles. "Because I'm not stupid. As you so often say... it takes one to know one. They're like us. Well, not like us. Nobody is like us... but they're doing what we do, and they more than like each other a lot. I think you-know-who was surprised to see me. He hasn't known where to put his face since he got here. I feel sorry for him. He'll know I got dressed up just for him. I've a good mind to embarrass him for being a two-timer on his boyfriend."

"No need to do that. You're irresistible. Don't be cruel to him because he's attracted to the most beautiful boy in the world. If I'd met somebody else and you'd come along, I'd have done exactly the same thing."

"So you would have two-timed your boyfriend, would you?"

"No. I wouldn't have done that. But I would have spent the rest of my life thinking about you. Do you need any help now?"

I see him thinking, and then he says, "Yes. I want to show you off to his boyfriend. Bring some more money down with you and you can pretend you've come to give him his gratuity. Then I want you to show him who really loves me and wouldn't swap me for anything."

"Okay, but I'll make a cup of coffee first. Keep them talking if you can. That's if they can understand your awful English."

Aleric giggles and says, "I don't need to speak to send out my sex vibes. I think you-know-who has got a hard-on just looking at me. Don't be too long. Ciao."

I break the call and watch Aleric begin his conversation again. I think about what he's asked me to do. I weigh up the options. If those two are like me and Aleric then they're unlikely to go around blabbing about us. But I won't overdo it, and I feel naked without my watch. I go to Aleric's bedside cupboard where he's been keeping Granddad's watch while we're here, and put it on. It's still keeping perfect time.

I brush myself up a bit before I go. I don't want to present my boy's lover as a bloody tramp. Then I go downstairs. Gretel is there. I knew she would be, but so is Kurt, who, when he sees me, giggles and says, "That boy of yours is having fun."

I grin at him and go to the percolator, and when I've started the makings, I turn and grin at him. "Nothing to do with me." I point at Gretel. "That's who he belongs to... not me."

Gretel chuckles. "You only involve me when he's being naughty. Sort him out yourself this time. What's he up to?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I've no idea."

Kurt bursts out laughing, and when he's calmed down, he says, "He's flirting with Jones the Milk, Gretel. He's a proper hussy... just like his mother."

Gretel laughs. "And just listen who's talking! Him who goes weak at the knees at anything with trousers on."

We all giggle. I make my coffee and pour it into a mug, and I'm still giggling when I say as I'm walking out, "I'll go and rescue him. I should be wearing a bloody Batman outfit!"

Aleric turns when he sees the other two look at me coming towards him, and he grins and says, in German, "Took you long enough!"

I grin back at him and reply in the same language, "I thought I'd let you sweat a bit. You've dropped yourself in it big style this time Hahn. Do you want me to give you a massive kiss?"

He giggles. "Bugger off!"

I reach the table, put my mug of coffee down, put my hands on Aleric's shoulders, kiss his hair, and sit beside him. Then I hold out a hand. Jones the Milk shakes my hand first, and then the young man does the same, but when we're shaking hands, I wink at him and say, "Good morning young man. Are you helping David out for a bit of pocket money?"

He gives me a lovely grin. "Something like that. You've got a nice place here mister. David tells me you've had the old chapel done up."

I nod. "Cost me an arm and a leg. What's your name?"

"Noah Hughes. I live at Llanmaes... the other side of the M4."

"I'm Gareth Rhys-Jones. Nice to meet you Noah. Do you want me to get Aleric to show you the chapel?" I don't wait for him to reply, nudge Aleric, and speak to him in German. "When you've eaten your pancakes, go and get the key and take Noah to see the chapel. That should tell him everything he needs to know about us."

Aleric studies my face for a moment, and then he grins and nods. He gobbles down the rest of his pancakes, gets up, and goes to the house. I look only at Noah when I say, "Aleric will take you to look at the chapel, Noah. He's gone to get the key."

When Aleric comes out of the house, he's got the key and also a big grin on his face. Then he says, "You come vis me Noah. I take you shapelle." Noah gets up and goes off with him. Good boy Aleric! That was an unmistakable command. Jones the Milk was well and truly put in his place. He was not invited!

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Noah Hughes.

How strange. Although we've only just met, I feel completely at ease with Aleric. I think I know why it is. That kiss Gareth gave him on the head and the way they look at each other and how they talk to each other is exactly like what me and David do when nobody is around. But they did it openly. Perhaps the Germans don't bother about it like we Brits do.

We reach the chapel and Aleric unlocks the door, then he stands back and grins at me when he gestures for me to enter. I go inside. He follows me and closes the door. Then he comes by my side, places a hand on my shoulder, waves his other hand around to indicate I should look at the place, and says, "Ist gut? You like?"

It's dead quiet in here and I stare around the place. Then I see the big window at the far end of the place and I'm taken aback. Aleric sees I've got my mouth open in amazement, and he smiles at me. Then he takes my hand and pulls me along the aisle so I can see it better. When we get to the chancel, I stare at the window and then look at him. "That's you?"

He grins. "Ya. Das ist me and meine bruders... my bruthers... Gottvin und my bruther Norbert." He pulls me onto the chancel and takes me nearer to the window. Then he points to the words. "Et Spiritis – Tres Pueri... Ein Geist – Drei Jungen." He puts up one of his fingers, and says, "Ein geist... one spirit? (I nod to tell him I understand.) Then he puts up three fingers. Drei jungen... three boyss. Gareth. He do it for meine mutter."

"For your mother?"

"Ya. Meine muther."

I look at him. "Norbert? He here with you? He in wheelchair?"

He shakes his head. "Nein." He points to the roof of the chapel. "Nein. No. Norbert. He viz Gott."

I look into his eyes. "Norbert is dead? He die?" He's struggling to understand me, so I make a sign with my hands at the side of my face that denotes sleep, and then point at the floor. "Norbert. He die. He sleep with God?"

He nods enthusiastically. "Ya. Yes. Viz Gott."

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm sorry." I point to the window. I'm getting a bit used to his language now and I say, "Das ist beautiful."

He nods. "Danke. Thank you. Beautiful. Schön." Then he grins. "I teach you Sherman. You teach me English."

I giggle at him. "German, not Sherman."

He chuckles. "You like Gareth. He shout at me. He say I useless."

I shake my head. "No. Nein. You speak English better than I speak German. I useless."

He bursts out laughing and then says, "Aleric und Noah... two useless."

I nod while I'm grinning at him. "Ya! Two useless!" Then he does something that gives me the shivers. He turns to face me, takes hold of both my hands, stares into my eyes, and says, "You und Shones ze Milk. He luff you?"

I drop my eyes. He squeezes my hands really hard. I look up again at him. Those beautiful eyes are waiting for an answer and I know he won't have anything less than the truth, so, almost in a whisper, I tell him, "Ya."

He smiles at me. "You luff Shones-ze-Milk?"

I nod. Then I decide to be brave and I look back into his eyes, and ask, "You... Gareth?"

He smiles again. Then he nods his head. Then he lets go of one of my hands and puts his fingers to his lips, and I'm serious when I nod back to him. He's serious for a while and I know he's thinking. I'm sort of in a trance. His eyes are so gorgeous that I'm getting funny feelings inside, and then he hits me with a question that has me almost shaking. "You like me, Noah?"

Do I like him?! I'm getting a hard-on just looking into his eyes! I know he's as gay as fuck, and he knows I am, but I'm a bit mixed up why he should ask me if I like him. But I just can't not answer him, and I say, hoarsely, "Ya."

He smiles, and I'm sure I see a glimpse of triumph in his eyes when he says, "I like you." Then he turns and pulls me along the aisle and to the door. He opens it, takes the key out of the lock outside, closes the door and shuts it again. And then he locks the door from the inside. I'm used to this stuff. It's what me and David do when we want to fuck and do stuff. But surely he doesn't want to do that in his chapel... does he? I soon get my answer. He leans his back against the old wooden door, takes my hand and presses it against his chinos, right on his dick that is as hard as mine. Then he stares into my eyes again and asks, "You vant me?"

Do I want him?! I'm so worked up that my mouth is bone dry and I can hardly swallow, and the only thing I can do is nod at him and squeeze his dick. Again he smiles at me. He puts his hands on my shoulders and nods. Then he presses on my shoulders. I know what he wants me to do, and I can't stop myself. I allow him to push me to my knees, and he unzips his chinos and takes out his rock-hard dick. I slip my lips over it and kiss his knob. His foreskin slides off easily, and I suck on his swollen knob. He puts his hands behind my head and begins to fuck my mouth.

My mouth was dry when he was asking me if I wanted him, but my saliva is in full flow now I've got his beautiful dick in my mouth. He's an expert. He's using me to get the best feelings from what I'm doing. I look up at him while I'm sucking him off. He's staring down at me, and he nods. Then he thrusts himself right into me. I can take every bit of him. I'm used to taking almost every bit of David's dick, so his is a doddle. But there's something different about sucking Aleric off... this is boy-boy stuff and not boy-man stuff. And I like it. So does Aleric, it seems, because he suddenly slams me against his groin, rolls his hips, and comes into the back of my throat. When he's finished, he pulls my head off him, but doesn't allow me to get up. I'm looking up at him again and he smiles, and then he takes hold of his dick and rolls it around my lips while he's squeezing every last drop of spunk out of himself, and only when he's sure there's nothing left to give me does he tuck his dick back into his chinos, zip himself up, and hold out a hand so he can pull me to my feet.

I don't have time to be embarrassed. Aleric doesn't give me time to be that. He grabs the top of my arms and pushes me against the door, and then he gets to his knees. I go to get my zip down, but he pushes my hands away. He grabs my hips and rolls his face against my jeans, pushing hard against my stiff dick. I put my hands behind his head. He pushes them away. That's when I realise who's the boss in this affair. And he makes that plain when, instead of just unzipping me, he undoes the press stud on my jeans, unzips me, grabs the hem of my jeans and underpants and yanks them down my legs. My tee-shirt is level with my dick. He pushes it up my body and looks into my eyes. I take hold of it, and he nods. Then he begins to lavish everything in front of him. My belly and tits take some hammer, and then he gives my thighs and balls some serious boyhandling. He's bloody sex mad! Worse than me and David put together. But it's fantastic. If he's a typical German... then I want more of them!

Then he begins on my dick. Thank God I had a shower before I came out! He's like a dog with a bone when he's sucking and licking my knob. I was circumcised when I was a little kid because I was diagnosed with phimosis, and I think he likes a cut dick. Well, he's certainly acting as if he does. Yes, he is an expert. I feel myself coming, and he senses it. That's why he reaches behind me and grabs my bottom and grips both bum cheeks really hard as he slams me into his mouth. My dick is about the same size as his, which isn't really big, and I do the same as he did, shoot what spunk I can make into the back of his mouth and onto his tonsils.

He's waited until the worst throes are over and done with, and then he pulls off me and looks up into my eyes. Pay-back time? I take hold of my dick and roll it around his eager lips, and squeeze every last drop out of me, and only when he's sure I've got nothing left does he get off his knees, grab my jeans and underpants, and pull them up for me. I fasten them up and adjust my tee-shirt.

He's standing about a foot away from me. He looks at me and grins. I grin back at him. He giggles. I giggle, and then he comes closer and puts his hands on my shoulders. I see movement of his lips. He moves his face closer. He's looking at my lips. He wants to kiss me. I want to kiss him. When he sees my lips open, he comes right to me and presses his hot lips against mine. I can't help it... I wrap my arms around his neck and crush our lips together. He wraps his arms around my waist and does the same. The kiss is a crazy one of lips and tongues and again I feel my dick getting hard. Then he breaks the kiss and giggles. He reaches down and feels at my hard cock, and then he takes my hand and presses it against his. I'm not the only one who's getting a hard-on again. That's why he's giggling. Then he looks into my eyes with a really rude smile, and says, "We go!" Then he puts his finger to his lips again. "You. Me. Only!"

I nod and put my finger to my lips. "You and me only. Our secret."

He nods like mad. "Ya! Secret! You me. Secret you me." Then he takes his phone out of his pocket and asks, "You got phone?"

I take mine out. "Yes. We exchange phone numbers?"

He nods and shows me his number on his phone. I copy it into my contacts and show him my number. He does the same, and then he dials my number. My phone rings and he laughs. So I do the same, and when his phone rings, we both laugh.

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Gareth.

I'm almost pissing myself with laughter when I see the two lads coming towards us. Unless David is ultra sensitive to body language, then I reckon he won't have a clue at what's gone on, but I know the moment I see my little bastard, beautiful boy, that he's had sex. The little bastard! And in the chapel! I hope his God doesn't strike him down dead for such dastardly sins.

It's a good job I've been firm with David. He was getting itchy feet that he was getting late with his deliveries, and to stop him going to the chapel I had to reassure him that, "They won't be long. Aleric is a stickler for showing the finer details of everything." Now, I feel like bursting into laughter. I didn't think the little sod would go that far with the finer details. God... we're going to have some fun tonight when I confront him and tell him I know what he was doing. He'll deny it at first, but if I know him, he'll be gurgling with laughter and there'll be tears of amusement rolling down his cheeks when he finally admits it, and then he'll describe every fine detail of what happened. The kinky little sod! And Kurt will get to know about it. Then I can expect some earache!

But the thing that's tickling me most inside is the irony of the situation. Jones the Milk wanted to get inside my boy's pants, and it's ended up with my boy getting inside his boy's pants. You couldn't make this stuff up. Well, only if you knew my boy you could. I'm filled with admiration at what he's done.

They get up and go to the milk float. I'd intended to warn David off from my boy, but after Aleric took Noah to the chapel, I've decided not to. My boy has pretty much done that in his own unique way. So, instead, after we've been chatting about things in general, I give him just one twenty pound note and thank him for looking after us.

They wave as they get in the milk float, and Aleric yells, "I zee you Noah. Tonight!"

Noah grins and waves. "Save me a seat!"

When they've gone, I say to Aleric, "You two seem to have hit it off. I'm going to enjoy sucking his toes. He's a cute little bugger."

Aleric giggles. "You might just get to do that, Old Man. He's going to see Jones the Milk sing tonight." He takes out his phone and holds it up. "I've got his phone number. I'll invite him over to stay with us."

I laugh. "Just as long as you don't invite Jones the Milk."

He shakes his head. "No chance. I don't like two-timers. It would be like me wanting a date with another man. I'd never do that."

I'm about to say that doesn't apply to boys his own age, but then I decide to say nothing. My boy is happy, and this is not the time to spoil it. So, instead, I say, "Go and get Gottwin up. We're going to the beach today."

Aleric grins. "I'll throw some water on him."

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Noah Hughes.

After I've closed the gate, David says, "You were a long bloody time in that chapel! I nearly sodded off without you. What were you doing?"

I grin at him. "It was him! He wanted to show me everything. They've had a window put in it that's supposed to represent Aleric and his two brothers. I mean him and his twin and another brother who died. It's fantastic! Underneath it, it says, One Spirit – Three Boys. It's really weird. It's sort of a shrine to them all. The boy that represents them all is an almost naked angel on a big bed. That Gareth had it all done up for their mother. That was her who brought us the coffee and the panacakes."

David giggles. "Panacakes! I nearly burst out laughing when he said that. But they were bloody lovely."

I look at David. "I know! They've given me a lot of energy. Any chance we could stop somewhere? I'm feeling dead randy."

David laughs. "When are you never feeling dead randy?! You'll have to wait until we've finished our deliveries." He looks at his watch. "We should be finished by two. We'll call at the garage when we've done."

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David keeps to his word. At fifteen minutes past two we're in the garage and I'm naked and he's got his dick right inside me. I love this feeling, and when I feel David coming, I lock my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist, and heave myself against him. He explodes inside me and sends shock waves right through me. But I'm not thinking about David when it happens. I see Aleric's fantastic eyes boring into mine and I pretend it's him fucking me. That's the thought that makes me come when David does. And when we're coming off our high, I remember that I'll be seeing Aleric later. I can't wait! I hope he saves me a seat! But it isn't just me that's enjoyed this fuck we've just had. David was twice as brutal as he normally is, and I know why he was. He was thinking he was fucking Aleric. If it was anybody else except Aleric, I'd be furious and would probably finish with him, but I can't really blame him. Aleric is just so special that I can't think of any gay bloke that likes boys who wouldn't be crazy about him. But when we've sort of done with things, I look into David's eyes, and I ask him, "Do you still love me?"

He smiles at me as he's looking into my eyes. Then he nods. "Yes. I love you Noah Hughes."

I'm okay now. I know when David is telling me lies, and I know he hasn't just told me one. So, whatever is going through his mind about Aleric, it isn't interfering with what we have. Nor will what I'm feeling about Aleric make me feel any different about David. I still love him. I like that. I'm happy about that.

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Gottwin.

I curse Aleric when he pours cold water over my face. Then, angrily, I ask, "What are you doing?!"

He grins at me. "Gareth says I've got to wake you up. It's ten o'clock and we're going to the beach today. And you'll never guess what I've just done!"

I stare at him through sleepy eyes. "Why are you all dressed up at this time of day?"

He giggles. "Jones the Milk? I was going to try and make Gareth jealous. I got dressed early so I could meet Jones the Milk this morning."

I grin at him. "And?"

Aleric bursts out laughing and throws himself onto me. I hug him, and because his laughter is infectious, I'm laughing with him, but after a while I push him away and ask, "What have you been up to now?"

He's still giggling when he says, "Jones the Milk. He's got a boyfriend almost as old as us. He's thirteen. His name is Noah Hughes. I took Noah to the chapel and showed him around."

I start to giggle. I know my lovely brother so well that I can second guess what's coming, so I ask, "You didn't?! Not in the chapel?!"

Again he bursts out laughing and buries himself into me. And now we're both laughing so much that tears are running down our cheeks. And through fits of giggles and laughter, he tells me everything. When we've calmed down and I've pushed him away from me, I roll the duvet down and show him my stiff pinkler, and say, "Look what you've done to me!"

He looks into my eyes and gives me one of his evil grins. Then he goes down on me and works his magic. He's damned good. In fact he's getting better by the week at this, and in no time I'm bucking and heaving into him as I spurt my stuff into his mouth. He swallows it all, and when he comes back up to me he's got a massive grin on his face. Then he asks, "Am I better than Lydia?"

I shake my head and grin at him. "No chance. She's worse than you with it. She loves my pinkler. I've only got to start feeling her up and she's got it out and into her mouth."

Aleric laughs. "But does she swallow?"

"Every bit of it. I think she prefers sucking to fucking."

Aleric studies my face. "What else does she do?"

I grin at him. "Mind you own business and get on with your own thing you gay fucker. How many pinklers is that you've sucked off in the last twelve months? Well, since you met Gareth and he turned you into a full time gayer?"

Aleric chuckles and begins to count on his fingers... "Not counting that swine Biermaier and counting you as one, then there's Hansie... that's two, Gareth of course... that's three, and now Noah, so that's four."

I laugh. "You missed out Yokiko!"

He laughs. "So I did! So that's five sucks and a wank."

"A wank?"

He chuckles. "I didn't tell you about the bloke on the boat, did I? I was taking a ride up the river one day to think about stuff. The next thing I know is a bloke about Gareth's age gets on the boat and sits next to me. I was right at the back. We hadn't been going five minutes when he starts feeling me up, and the next thing I know is he's got his hands inside my pants."

I stare at him. "Why didn't you stop him?"

He grins and shrugs his shoulders. "It was nice. I was pretending he was abusing me and I didn't dare stop him. Anyway, he grabbed my hand and shoved it on his pinkler under his rucksack so I could wank him."

"And did you?!"

He nods. "I didn't get into his pants. I did it through his jeans. He must have been soaked when he got off the boat at the halfway stage."

I shake my head at him. "You're worse than I thought. For God's sake Bro, be careful!"

He looks into my eyes and strokes the side of my face. "I will Bro. I'm always careful. You be careful as well. Have fun before you have kids. We're only fourteen."

I reach up and pull Aleric to me and we rub noses. Then he kisses me softly on the lips and says, "I love you Bro. More than anything in the world, I love you."

I look into his eyes. "More than you love Gareth?"

He nods. "More than anything or anybody. And you?"

I nod. "More than anything or anybody."

Then he folds into me and we have one of our shared cries.

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Gareth.

It's almost time to leave the beach and get ready to go and see Dai's choir. I've spent the day thinking about things. I'm on a normal beach surrounded by normal everyday people. But none of them are normal everyday people. It doesn't work that way.

My own group are pretty much a cross-section of so-called normal everyday people. That's what people are... so-called normal, but every single person on this beach will have their quirks and idiosyncrasies and differing sexual makeup, which will be just as various as their shape and looks. But those quirks and idiosyncrasies and that sexual makeup is hidden inside them. But that's what humans are... creatures of secrets. That's why human beings dominate the Earth. We're top of the food chain... master of all, and yet even we humans are frail creatures in the greater scheme of things. And of all those frailties, none is more powerful and destructive as our sexual desire.

Well, perhaps one is more powerful and destructive... the tendency to believe in an omnipotent being that is greater than the sum of all our parts and desires and emotions. But belief is not all bad. It's been responsible for some of man's greatest and most beautiful creations; has driven some humans to great acts of self-sacrifice, and has often saved some humans from themselves at times. That's why I tolerate some of it. Religion, like most things in life, is okay until the nutters take control of it.

It's the same with man/boy love. That's ruined by those who can't control their sexual desires. Mutuality isn't a problem providing the younger partner is old enough to understand the consequences of their actions. There's much ado about the goings on in the Catholic Church these days, but I'm absolutely sure that what's been discovered is just the tip of the iceberg. Given the nature of that institution and its vast span on humanity, there will have been far more mutual liaisons between men and boys than those instances that have been outed. But those will never come to light. The reason for that is because it doesn't suit the control methodology of societies. Man/boy love is bad... period! Well, I can point my finger now and tell them Bollocks!

I can point my finger now as I look out at my boy. Apart from his obvious beauty, he's no different than all the others on this beach. He has his quirks and idiosyncrasies, and, as I've learned, he's old enough to understand the consequences of his actions. He's a normal boy.

And I can prove it. I call to them and wave my arm to indicate they leave the sea and come and get ready to leave. He thinks I haven't seen what he's done, but I'm ready for him when he gets to me and throws a piece of seaweed he's been carrying behind his back at me. I dodge it and grab him by the arm. He squeals. I throw him over my shoulder and carry him off to the sea. He's not been in it for a while when they were having fun in the rock pools, and his body is as warm as toast. I reach the sea and ignore the cold water as it gets to my crutch, and then I throw him into deeper water. That will teach my idiosyncratic, quirky, over-sexed, normal little bastard not to mess with the man he loves and who he adores having sex with. When he surfaces, spluttering, I grin at him and tell him, "Come on gorgeous... time to go."

To be continued...

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