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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 68.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

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Gareth.

Dai's two eldest daughters don't come back with us. They and their husbands and the kids go off home because they need to get them into bed. So just Dai and Rhoswen and Angharad and Gunther are adding to the normal crew that spend our evenings together.

 

The pizzas and chips have arrived and we're all tucking in when I manage to catch the eye of Jones the Milk and nod at him to meet me at the drinks bar. Then, while I'm opening a Budweiser for him and pouring myself a large Bourbon (my second), I ask him, "You are staying over... aren't you?"

 

"If it's not a problem?"

 

"I don't like the idea of you driving home after you've had a drink." I grin at him. "It's not a problem, but I can ring your mam if you want me to, to make sure it's okay."

 

He laughs. "I don't need ring me Mam. I can sleep on a sofa if that's alright with you. Are you sure you don't mind?"

 

I look him in the eyes. "David... I've been round the block a time or two. Either you trust me or you don't. Do you trust me?"

 

He looks back into my eyes. I like that. I can read him better, and it also tells me that he's got a natural defensive attitude, which I also like. So I continue. "Last Saturday night at the pub. I knew you were a nice lad when you gave us your chairs. I liked that. Then I saw the way you were looking at Aleric. I was okay with that. Why shouldn't you? He's a very handsome young man." I grin at him to disarm him. "Trust me... I've lost count of those who are enchanted with him. It's his bloody eyes! I've never met a boy with eyes like him before. He's got eyes like a bloody alien... not that I've ever seen an Alien. (He giggles.) But I've been watching young Noah. How long has he been delivering milk with you?"

 

He shuffles his feet. "A year now."

 

"Really! That long! You do surprise me! Most kids do a month or two and then bugger off to do something else. He must think a lot of you."

 

He shrugs his shoulders. Then he says something that tells me he's on the verge of opening up to me. "We hit it off right away. I know we're not the same age, but we get on great."

 

I decide to ease him gently into the next step. "That's good. How would you feel if he went and did deliveries with someone else? Same job... same money."

 

He looks into my eyes. "Why would he do that?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "That's the point. Why would he do that when he's perfectly happy doing it with you? He wouldn't do it, would he? But supposing you decided to take another boy with you instead of him... I wonder how he'd feel."

 

David knows exactly where I'm going and he breaks eye contact. "I wouldn't want anybody else since he's been with me."

 

Got him! "Then along comes that bloody Aleric with his alien eyes and you get tempted. Nothing wrong with temptation, David. But I can tell you this... if young Noah has stayed with you for a year then he's worth putting every temptation behind you. He's a fantastic young man. He reminds me a lot of Aleric. They've both got that same naughtiness in them. (I now decide to tell him a lie to help him out.) In fact, to be honest David, I wouldn't mind if Noah was delivering milk with me. If you get my drift?"

 

He grins. "I don't think he'd deliver milk with you."

 

I grin. "He might think about it though. But the thinking bit isn't important... it's the doing bit that's important. And you're right. Noah wouldn't deliver milk with me. He's got somebody far more important to go delivering milk with. Aleric is exactly the same. He wouldn't deliver milk with you. But I do know who he would deliver milk with."

 

David gives me a puzzled look. "Who is that?"

 

I nod my head towards the four boys, who are lying on their bellies playing a game on the Xbox while they're sharing two big plates of pizza and chips. "Noah and Aleric. They get on great. But that's boys together for you. Now then, I don't know about you, but it wouldn't bother me one bit if Noah and Aleric were delivering milk together. That's an entirely different thing than them delivering milk with other blokes. It's what boys do... enjoy delivering milk with one another. It doesn't mean anything to them other than they're having fun delivering milk and breaking eggs and drinking all the orange juice. They're little buggers when they're together. Then, when they've had fun doing that, they always go back to the bloke they enjoy delivering milk with. Boys their age have so much energy that they need to burn it off. No problem. Once they've burned off their energy, they need a place to rest, and that's where we come in. We have to be there for them when they need something much more important than delivering milk and breaking eggs and drinking all the orange juice. They actually love their milkman more than those other things. That's the important bit. I know a lot of people with closed minds don't like boys delivering milk with milkmen, but they don't understand that there's nothing wrong with it if it's the boy who chooses to deliver milk with the milkman. Now do you get my drift?"

 

He giggles. "You're obsessed with milkmen."

 

I laugh. "No I'm not. I wouldn't deliver milk with one, but I know a couple of cute milkboys who would take my fancy. But because one of them has got his own milkman, I wouldn't go there. So, instead, I'll stick with my own milkboy if you don't mind. Anyway, there's a great pull-down divan in my old grandparents' room that would be perfect for a milkman and a milkboy to spend the night together and nobody will disturb them. But I won't be putting in the offer for them to use it until Dai the Builder has gone home. I don't see why everybody should know where they are all the time, do you?"

 

He grins. "No."

 

Then I give him a puzzled stare, and ask, "And how do you manage things when I'm not here?"

 

He stifles his laughter and replies, "I've got a lockup garage where we do an old car up together."

 

I place my hand on his shoulder. "Never heard it called that before. And how do you go on in the holidays?"

 

He giggles. "We go camping together."

 

I chuckle. "Who's a clever young man then! Never thought of that. Mind you, I don't have to. That bloody Aleric has made my apartment his home. You two should come and stay with us. By the way, how old is Noah?"

 

"He's thirteen."

 

"And you are?"

 

"I'm twenty one."

 

I shake my head. "You're almost milkboys together. How do you think I go on being a thirty-three year old milkman with a fourteen year old milkboy? It's bloody hard work I can tell you and only people I trust know we deliver milk together." I grin at him. "Honour amongst milkmen, eh?!"

 

He nods. "Honour amongst milkmen."

 

I put pressure on his shoulder and lead him back to the others to eat our pizza and chips. But my plotting has only just begun. I want to give Aleric a surprise going away present, and again I need to chat to David to do it, so while we're casually chatting, out of earshot of the others, I ask him, "What are Noah's parents like?"

 

He gives me a half hearted shrug of the shoulders. "Neither of them go to work. They haven't got a bloody days work in them. He hands over most of what he earns with me. I bought him those clothes he went in tonight."

 

Bingo! Plan in action! "Really! Good lad. I like your style. What would they think if you dropped him off tomorrow with a load of designer gear?"

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Aleric and Gottwin. They're spoilt to death. Aleric is the worst. He brought two suitcases full of bloody clothes. Most of them are new and he hasn't worn a quarter of them while he's been here. Noah is about the same size as Aleric. I'm sure he wouldn't mind sorting some out to give to his new buddy. How do you think that would go down with his parents if Aleric gave him some?"

 

"They wouldn't bother."

 

"So I can ask Aleric to sort some out for him?"

 

"Sure. Why not? That's if Aleric won't mind."

 

I almost burst out laughing. Although I'm sure Noah will like the clothes, I reckon he'll like something better when Aleric takes him to our bedroom.  

 

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Aleric.

I can hardly believe what Gareth has done. He came and whispered to me to meet him by the drinks bar. Then he told me that he'd had a word with Jones the Milk and explained what they'd been talking about... me giving some clothes to Noah. He said I was to ask Noah, quietly, if he'd like some, and then I was to take him up to our bedroom and sort him some out if he was okay with it. 

 

And that's where we are now, and we're both laughing because I've made him strip to his underpants to make sure the clothes I'm giving him fit him okay. But the reason we're laughing is because he's got a hard-on and I keep hitting it to tell it not to be naughty. Then I get to my underwear draw and show him some new underpants. That's when we're both in tears laughing because I insist he tries on each pair, and I have to keep squeezing his pinkler into each pair he tries on. We sort out loads of stuff and put them in the black bags Gareth gave to me before we came upstairs. But Gareth says I've got to leave the bags in the bedroom and Noah can take them home first thing in the morning.

 

All is done and things suddenly become awkward. Noah is wearing just a pair of my blue, short-legged boxer underpants when we've finished because he says he's going back downstairs in his own clothes. They're on the bed. He goes to get them. He hesitates and looks at me. I grin at him and put a finger to my lips for him to be silent, and then I go to the bedroom door and lock it. He knows what's about to happen when I go back to him and start taking my clothes off. I strip to my underpants and look at him. And then I slip them off and indicate he should do the same. He does, and I go to him. I look into his eyes and then I look at his body. He's a year younger than me, but our bodies are almost identical apart from him being circumcised. I go closer and run my fingers over his chest and around his nipples. He shudders. He's right by the bed, so I push him back and he sits on it. I push on his shoulders and he rolls onto the bed with his legs dangling over the edge. His pinkler is raging hard, as is mine. I go closer so I can rub them together. He spreads his legs so I can get closer and do it easier. I rub it harder against his, and then I rub his balls with it. Then I try to go lower.      

 

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Noah Hughes.

When Aleric pushes his dick under my balls as far down as he can go, I know what he wants to do. It's what I want as well. In fact I've been looking at him all night and wanting it. He looks right into my eyes. I stare back at him and lift my legs up and pull my knees onto my chest.

 

He smiles, and says, "Das ist gut."

 

He pushes his dick against my bum hole and rolls it around. He looks at me. I grin and nod at him. "Das ist gut!"

 

He smiles that beautiful smile that gets inside me, puts his fingers to his lips, takes a load of saliva from his mouth and smears it on my hole and on the end of his dick. He looks at me. I nod. He pulls my bum cheeks open with his thumbs and pushes his dick against my hole.

 

He's inside me now, and then he pushes harder and all of him slips easily into me. My dick is still as hard as a nail, so he hold it tight when he begins to fuck me. I'm watching him, but he's looking at what he's doing down there. I know where he's at. He's doing exactly the same as David does when we're fucking this way. He's so worked up that all he's thinking about is what he's doing. I've worked it out. A man gets satisfaction from watching what he does to his boy. Aleric is now The Man and I'm now His Boy.    

 

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

 

Aleric.

I'm a strange person. When I'm with Gareth this doesn't really interest me, but when I'm with another boy, it does. That's where it all began... that night when Herr Biermaier was being sucked off by Hansie and was filling his mouth with spunk and I was buried right into Hansie the same as I am with Noah. The truth is that I like fucking boys my own age. There's only one boy who bucks that trend... Gottwin. I'm always bossing him about, but he's the male when we're together. That's why he goes with girls and I don't. Gottwin has got the male part of our shared spirit inside him when the real stuff is happening, and I like the girl part when the real stuff is happening. But there's a spill-over to our sexuality. And this, except when I'm with Gotty, is the spill-over bit. And it's fantastic.    

 

Noah is enjoying it, but wanking him is different than when somebody has got a foreskin, so I stop what I'm doing, gather some spit in my mouth and direct it to drop onto his pinkler knob. Bulls eye! Now I can do it better! So I fuck him as hard as I can and wank him as hard as I can. Noah comes first, and when I see the few drops of spunk he can make squirt out of him, I ram into him at full speed and shoot my own right inside him.

 

When it's all over and the feelings have gone from both of us, I look at him and smile.

 

He smiles back, and then a big grin comes on his face when he asks, "Das ist gut?"

 

I grin at him and nod. "Das ist much gut! You like?"

 

He nods like mad. "Much like."

 

I pull out of him and lie on top of him after he's let his legs slip back down. I hold the side of his face... he holds mine. I smile at him... he smiles at me. And then we have a really long and loving kiss.

 

Then I do what Gareth often does. I get up and point a finger at him. "Ve vash! Ve stink off sex!"

 

He laughs, and we both rush off to the bathroom. When we're done, he does one more thing that makes my pinkler go hard again. Before we get dressed, he picks up the underpants I've been wearing all day and gives me a questioning look. I know what he wants to do. So I pick his up, and when we go back to join the others, we're wearing each other's underpants. I don't care if his are worn and a bit grubby. I won't be parting with them any time soon, and when Gareth let's on that he knows what we've been up to, which he will because he knows everything I do without telling him, I'll wear them when I want to fantasise that I'm Noah and Gareth is fucking him and not me. I think Gareth will enjoy that. He's told me that he thinks Noah is cute. In his way of speaking, that's akin to the Yokiko stuff.

 

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Gareth.

I've fended off the boys' absence a couple of times with the same answer that Aleric has got too many clothes and he's sorting some out for Noah. Gottwin is hiding his giggles because he knows what's going on, and I suspect a couple more do... but they say nothing. David does ask me why they're taking so long. I whisper in his ear. "Two milkboys together. I think they've got a mad boy crush on each other. I know my Aleric has got one on Noah. Don't blame him. Your milkboy is as cute as a pearl button. Wish it was me sorting out clothes for him. And I've no doubt you wish it was Aleric who was sorting clothes out for you. But we'll let them be milkboys together, eh?"

 

He grins. "That little bugger of mine can go all night sorting out clothes."

 

His comment makes me chuckle like mad. "I know what you mean. It's their age. I have to bugger off to The States or the Far East to have a week's rest from him. Then I have to put up with a barrage of insults and his bad moods because he doesn't like me buggering off." I grin at him. "But the getting home bit makes up for it."

 

He giggles. "I'll have to try that. Not the Far East. A week away at Carmarthen would do. Anywhere where he couldn't catch the bus to get to me."

 

I chuckle. "I'll join you in Carmarthen." Then I look at him, and he knows I'm serious. "I'm going to get Aleric to suggest Noah can come and stay with him for a week. He'll lay it on big style how wealthy I am and that I'll pay his air fare for him and put him up at no cost. Those two have swapped phone numbers. I'll get Aleric to ring Noah so it doesn't cost him anything. Then you two can work it out and come together if you can wangle it. I'll book your flight tickets and pay for them. Would you like to do that? Better than camping. Berlin is a great place and you'll love it. Trust me... you'll have a great time, and we know places where you can actually be yourselves and not have to use a bloody lock up garage."

 

He looks at me. "Why are you doing this?"

 

I look right into his eyes. "Because I actually like you David. I have since the moment you offered us your chair. Sometimes little things can mean a great deal. You're a hard-working young man, and you obviously look after your milkboy or he wouldn't still be with you. Those are things I like. And liking somebody is the best reason to do things for someone. So?"

 

He returns the look into my eyes, and then says, "Can I tell you something?"

 

I nod. "Yes. Fire away."

 

"I didn't like you when I first saw you."

 

"Because I'm wealthy... or because you recognised that Aleric was my milkboy and you were jealous."

 

"A bit of both. I thought you'd be like most rich blokes and think us lot were fodder to be used. But you're not like that now I've got to know you."

 

I study his eyes for a while, take a large drink of my Bourbon, and then I tell him, "I'm a very wealthy man, but tonight, at the concert, watching you lads singing made me feel inferior. I wanted to be like you... an ordinary bloke with a voice as good as you've got. That's the problem with wealth. It can divide people who share the exact same feelings and sentiments. I want you to promise me something."

 

"What's that?"

 

"Don't treat me like a wealthy man. I just happen to have the knack of making money. You have the quality of being hard working, and you've inherited a voice that's beautiful. Don't look up to me. Just be yourself."

 

David grins at me. "You're not just a pretty face Gareth."

 

I laugh. "And you're not just an ordinary milkman David"

 

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During the week, both families have been discussing things, and because they have a house to go to and I've told Angharad she can have a temporary job in my offices until the boatyard is ours, they've all decided and agreed that she'll be flying back with us. So Angharad is staying the night here. That should be interesting! If Gunther is as randy as his brothers, then Angharad is in for a good time tonight!

 

Dai and Rhoswen say their `Goodnights' and they get ready to go. Dai is half pissed and does his usual emotional stuff, and he even tells me that when he was orchestrating that first song, Bring Him Home, he was thinking he was actually welcoming his son home... that son being me. And even though I'm nowhere as near as pissed up as Dai is, my words are genuine when I tell him, "Then that's how it is from now on." I grin at him. "Do I get a discount the next time I want some work done?"

 

He giggles. "Only for cash in hand Boyo. You got a duty to keep your Mam and Dad out of the poorhouse."

 

I give him a big man hug. Then I go to Rhoswen, who hasn't been drinking because she's driving, and I hug her. Then I look into her eyes. "Look after the old bugger for me. Life wouldn't be the same now if he went and fell into a cement mixer."

 

She smiles up at me. "I will. And it's not just him that was thinking that when his lot were singing that song for you. If I'd had a boy, then I would have wanted him to be just like you."

 

I hug her again, and kiss her forehead. Then I let the Hahn family and the Williams family say their own goodbyes in their own way. They're meeting us at the airport tomorrow to say their final goodbyes, so that will be the tearful bit.

 

 When the William's have gone and everybody is back inside, Aleric points a finger around the room and says, "Don't be late for chapel in the morning!" (I interpret what he's said to David and Noah.)

 

Chapel in the morning! It's arranged for ten. The Hahn's haven't missed a day visiting it while we've been here, but I've only been with them the once. It's a Hahn thing, so I've left them to it. The one time I did go was midweek because Aleric wanted me with him to say some prayers about us. It was a private affair, and it was beautiful, especially because, when he'd finished praying, using his normal fourteen year old voice and not straining to be a soprano, he sang his own version of George Michael's The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. He made us kneel on the chancel facing each other, and then he took my hands and looked into my face when he did it. He sang it in English because he spends hours when he's at the apartment when I'm at work and in the evenings when I'm working just following the song and copying it in his mind.  He knew it would make me cry. It always does. He sings it to me when we're at home, but in the solitude of the chapel, and with his voice echoing around the place... it was so soulful that I was more than emotional. It was heartbreaking to know how much my boy loves me. But I had to lower my head so he couldn't see my face when he began. I was trying to shield myself from those beautiful eyes penetrating my soul and stealing the complete me. How could I not do when the boy you love sings these words to you?

 

The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and endless skies my love
To the dark and empty skies

 

(At this point, having contained the extreme excesses of my emotions and although I couldn't hide the tears that were running down my cheeks, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. He smiled and with tears running from the corner of his eyes, he continued without breaking his song. It's what we've become... two people where music has become a catalyst to seal the fantastic feelings we have for one another. )

 

And the first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love
That was there.

And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine, mine my love
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And would last 'till the end of time my love
It would last 'till the end of time

The first time ever I saw your face
Your face. Your face!

 

When Aleric had finished singing and was resting back on his haunches whilst staring into my eyes, he said, "I mean every one of those words, Gareth."

 

I nodded to him. "I know you do. If I could sing, I'd sing that song for you, but I reckon my voice would ruin it."

 

He grinned, kissed me softly, and said, "You keep making lots of money so I can spend it Herr Moneybags, and leave the singing to me. It isn't just sex you're useless at. I can't stop laughing when you're in the shower and making an awful noise pretending you can sing."

 

Then we both giggled. It's what we do.

 

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Noah Hughes.

Although I know nobody will come in to us, I've locked the door to the room me and David are sharing. And the good thing is that the downstairs toilet is just across the corridor for when we've finished or we need a pee. Everybody else is upstairs, so they won't see us when we do. Although this pull-down sofa isn't a proper bed, it's the nearest thing we've ever been to sleeping in a bed together. We've slept together when we've gone camping, but that wasn't the same as being in a proper house and doing it. We use an old air bed when we go camping and the bloody thing sometimes leaks during the night and we wake up in the morning lying on the hard floor, aching like buggery.

 

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

 

I was a bit worried that Aleric's mother and father wouldn't like what we're doing, but they've said nothing. They didn't even get involved when Aleric made me go with him and get some stuff out of an airing cupboard to put on the bed. He said Gareth had told him to do it. He made me laugh when he said, "Ist soft und gut for sleep." Then he giggled when he added, "You not much sleep."

 

I made him laugh when we'd made the bed and got on it and lay on my back with my clothes on and pulled my knees onto my chest, pretending to be in the fucking position. Then I said, "Ist much gut! I like!"

 

He thinks it's funny when I mimic what he says, and he giggled when he dived on me and pretended he was fucking me. He did it for a bit, and then he said, "Ist much gut! I like! You say David he go sleep in ozzer room! I sleep vis Noah!" Then he looked into my eyes, and I could see that he was thinking. Then he laughed, got off the bed, placed a finger to his lips and said, "You vait zere! I back one minute." So I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him. When he came back he was carrying a rolled up bath towel and he was giggling his head off. So was I when I saw what was in the rolled up bath towel. He'd got a dildo and some KY gel and two smaller towels, two wet facecloths, and a pack of baby wipes. His eyes were on fire with mischief when he turned the vibrator on and it was buzzing like a bee. Then he demonstrated how you could adjust the vibration by turning the bottom of it. When it was at full speed, he rolled back on the bed, stuck it by his arse, and almost pissed himself laughing as he was making gargling noises and stupid faces pretending it was up his arse. Then he said, "Ist mein gift to Noah. David, he keep safe for you." Then he nodded like mad and said, "Ist much gut!"

 

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

 

He was right. David is kissing me now. I like him when he's had a drink. He becomes sloppy and really lets his emotions out. The kiss we're sharing is a fantastic one as I lie on my back on the large bath towel while he's lying by the side of me, but it's even more fantastic because he's sliding the vibrating dildo in and out of my bum while he's got his left arm under my neck and using the vibrator with his right hand. The feelings are making me dizzy. He pulls it almost out, and then shoves it right back in. I've got hold of his eight inch dick and I'm working his foreskin on and off his knob and rubbing my own dick with it at the same time. I pound my own dick with David's and I can feel myself coming, and I whisper to him, "Do it harder! Ram it into me! Harder! Yes! Yess! Yesss David!!!"

 

We come at the same time. This is the part I love. David's hot spunk spurts out of him, onto my balls and dick and belly. He covers me with it and his mouth is almost hurting me with the mad passions I make him have when I'm really horny and he knows I'm going crazy with what he does to me.

 

We're giggling when we use the face towels and the baby wipes to clean us up, and I'm thinking what a clever boy Aleric is. Only a boy like him would know what we need after our men have been fucking about with us. I wonder where is he is now? Is he doing what we're doing?"

 

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Aleric.

I look at my watch. It's 1.30 am. Gareth has sucked me off and then he's fucked me. It's been beautiful, loving stuff. I'm lying on top of him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. He's staring into mine. I play with his lips and run my forefinger all around his face. It gets to his lips again and he bites it gently. I smile at him. His eyes smile back at me. I study the face of the man who loves me and who I love like crazy. This is fairy-tale stuff, and I remember having these exact same feelings before. It was when we were at our favourite place on the shores of the Baltic at Wieck. And that's where I want to be now... not on the shores of the Baltic, but down on the rocky beach by the café. I pull my finger out of his mouth, kiss him softly on the lips, and say, "Let's go down to the beach." 

 

He glances at the alarm clock on his bedside cupboard. "It's half past one in the morning!"

 

I grin at him. "So? It will take us twenty minutes to walk down there and twenty to get back. We can spend half an hour there, so we'll be back by three if you allow an extra twenty minutes for you insisting getting inside my pants while we're there. Easy peasy as you Brits say."

 

He chuckles. "You're bloody mad you are! It's not very warm outside."

 

I shrug my shoulders. "So we wrap up warm then! What's your problem?"

 

He shakes his head. "You bloody are! Come on then or we'll spend half the night arguing and you'll still get your own bloody way."

 

I grin at him. "I always get my own way. Let's go!"

 

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Llantwit Major is quieter than Wieck. There's not a soul about and no cars either as we stroll down the winding hill to the beach in our favourite strolling position after we sneaked quietly out of the house. Gareth has his arm around my shoulders and I've got mine wrapped around his waist. Occasionally we share a soft kiss. It's a partly cloudy night... and dark because there are no streetlights. Something must be startling the odd seagull because we hear the occasional, melancholy cry. Sometimes you can see the stars and sometimes you can't. Gareth is carrying a large torch with a super beam to it. I reach across and direct the torch upwards. That's how you can tell the torch is a powerful one... the beam seems to have no end. He grumbles. "Point it at the bloody road or we'll end up in a ditch!" I giggle and lift my head to him. He leans down and kisses my lips softly. I give him a quick tongue and he pulls away, giggling. Then the arm that's around my shoulders holds me a bit tighter. That's Gareth telling me he loves me. I squeeze his waist a bit harder to tell him I'm thinking the same.

 

The tide is almost in. I'm pleased about that. It would have spoiled things if was right out. We go onto the beach and hold hands while we negotiate the large rocks until we get to the pebble area that's close to the cliffs. Then we adopt our strolling position again. The headland bears round to the right and as soon as we're out of sight of the café, it becomes dark again. Another fifty metres and we're right in the curve of the dip where the headland begins to go out to the sea again. We find a nice, sea worn boulder to sit on, and snuggle together. The waves are washing against the shingle beach. It's just like Wieck. Gareth rests his head on the top of mine and we hug and watch the sea. After a while, I say to Gareth, "This is my idea of heaven. Just you and me and the sea."

 

"You've enjoyed it here?"

 

I nod. "It's been great. I've met some lovely people, and tonight at the concert was just brilliant." I giggle. "I even got to kiss you in front of all the people there. Do you think they would have known about us?"

 

I feel Gareth shrug his shoulders. "I couldn't give a damn if they did. I wasn't inside your pants, so they can all go and get stuffed." Gareth is quiet for a moment, and then he says, "I'm going to be doing quite a bit of travelling between now and Weihnachten. I'll be home for that, of course, and for the New Year, and for your birthdays, but I've got a number of deals to sew up that will require I'm there."

 

I give him a peck on the lips. "That's okay. You bugger off to do whatever you've got to do and I promise I won't pull a grumps on you. What are you going to do about your Mum and Dad?"

 

His face becomes stern. "This is not the time to talk about them." Then he smiles and says, "What are you going to do about you and Noah Bloody Hughes?"

 

I gurgle with laughter, and eventually reply, "You don't miss anything! Do you fancy him?"

 

Gareth grins. "In a way I do. He's a lot like you. He's as naughty as a barrowload of monkeys; as cheeky as they come, and he's a sexy little bugger."

 

I grin at him. "He's like Yokiko."

 

Gareth shakes his head. "No he's not. Yokiko is an upper-class tart. Noah is a normal young man like you are. That's why I like him."

 

"Do I need to be jealous?"

 

He grins at me. "Maybe. Not because of all the things I've just said about him, but because he's got a bum just like yours."

 

I grin at him. "Would you kiss it?"

 

He nods. "If I hadn't met the most beautiful boy in the world, then maybe I would."

 

I give him a wide-eyed stare. "You really do like him, don't you! You're full of surprises. I like it! We're going to have some fun in bed from now on. I think I'll enjoy being Noah Bloody Hughes." Then I giggle. "Actually, I've pinched his underpants."

 

Gareth stares at me. "You've what?"

 

I make naughty eyes at him. "I've pinched his underpants. I'm wearing them now. He's got mine on. Well, he won't have them on now I don't think. But he's got them."

 

Gareth giggles. "You kinky pair of sods!"

 

I laugh. "You're right. We are. That's why you like us. You like kinky little boys who swap underpants."     

 

When Gareth has stopped giggling, he looks out at the sea and asks, "Do you remember what we did when we threw that stone into the sea at Wieck?"

 

I nod. "I'll always remember it. We kissed the stone while we were looking into each other's eyes and putting every bit of our love into it. Then I threw it into the sea and said that all our love was in it and that no matter what happened in the future, you had to promise me that you would remember that moment until the day you died."

 

Gareth gets up and pulls me to my feet. He shines the torch around and picks up a small stone. Then he comes to me and says, "I want you to look into my eyes and kiss this stone." I pull it to my lips and kiss it long and hard. He does the same. And then he throws it into the sea. When he turns back to me, he pulls me into his arms and says, "Our love is sealed in that stone, and nobody can ever break it. The stone now belongs to the sea. No matter what happens in the future, promise me you'll always remember this moment until the day you die."

 

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face to mine, and then I whisper, "I promise I will. I love you Gareth."

 

He nods and smiles at me. "I love you too. And that's now two seas that are looking after the love we have. And as we get older, we're going to travel and throw one of our special love stones into every sea on this beautiful earth. Then, when we do die, our love will be part of whatever this beautiful earth has in store for itself. One day our sun will eat up the earth and will eventually become a nebula. But it will be a nebula filled with the most beautiful love in the universe: Our Love."    

 

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We've been huddled together for a while since he threw the stone into the sea when Gareth looks at his watch and says, "It's a quarter to three. Come on. We'd better be getting back or it will be dinner time before you wake up and we'll have to miss that bloody service in the chapel that you said we've all got to go to if we don't want to delay the flight!"

   

I chuckle, and then look up at him. "Not until you've done to me what we did at our Special Place." I grin at him. "It goes with the stone thing."

 

He does one of his resigned chuckles, pulls me onto his lap and undoes the zip on my jeans. I feel the cold air on my pinkler and lock my lips against his. Then I allow Gareth to release my fantastic feelings by the shores of the Atlantic Ocean.

 

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Gareth.

Back in our bedroom, Aleric waits for me to strip and get in bed, and then he begins to undress in front of me. He strips to his underpants. Well, they're not his underpants... they're a pair of non-white, white Y-fronts. He climbs onto the bed, straddles my chest, and stares into my eyes. Then he nods. I go to pull his underpants down, but he slaps my hand and points to the opening in the `Y'. So I fiddle about and manage to pull his stiff cock through the hole. He nods again, takes hold of his cock, and rubs it around my lips. Then he pushes it through my lips.

 

I'm as kinky as he is. I get hold of his bum and pull him into my mouth, and there's no smell of Axe deodorant when the underpants are resting on my nose. The underpants, although they're grubby, have recently been washed and I can smell the washing powder on them. Aleric rubs himself against my face, making sure I have full contact with the underpants. I can't help it. The thought of the cute young man who was wearing them comes into my mind. I can see his cute little nose and his genuine naughty grin. And Aleric morphs into Noah Bloody Hughes when he climaxes.

 

Aleric rolls off me and grins, and then he asks, "Well, did you?" I grin back at him and nod. He giggles like mad and says, "We couldn't play the guessing game with Noah."

 

"Why not?" I ask.

 

More giggles. "He's circumcised."

 

I chuckle. "And how do you know that?"

 

He snuggles into me in his usual position. "Shhhh! None of your business you nosey bugger. Just go to sleep with your new boyfriend with the cute nose. Sexy dreams!"

 

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Sexy dreams. If only! I can't sleep. Too many things on my mind.

 

During the week I've been chatting to Pete Sawyer about stuff. We often brainstorm together on the phone. It's how we work, and this week we've been brainstorming the future.

 

During the entire time I've been a venture capitalist, I've had one golden rule: set a target to reach, and then draw a line under that target. Anything earned after that target has been reached can be gambled. Then you reach another target and you draw another line under that. Ad infinitum. When I began this malarkey, I made £2,000,000 by the time I was seventeen. I drew a line under £1,000,000, and then went from there. Now, at the latest hidden audit, I'm worth about two billion in GB Pounds.

 

I can't possible spend all that, but this gorgeous creature beside me is intent on spending quite a bit of it. I've had my orders. It was before we left for Wales that he gave them. HE has decided that WE are to start a chain of schools and hospitals in underdeveloped countries; drill wells to provide drinking water to those who have none, and lend money to poor people to set up co-operatives so they're not in hock to seed producers and the like who use their poverty to enrich themselves. This gorgeous creature beside me has decided that WE are going to become philanthropists. And so it shall come to pass. Why? Because in eight short months, this beautiful creature beside me has completely changed me from the human being I was before I met him.

 

My Angel of Pie Jesu... my Star in the Hood... born from The Journey of the Coin is about to change the lives of millions.

 

I raise myself on one elbow and look down at him. The hair on his forehead has fallen down, so I push it back and arrange it exactly how he likes it... how I like it. He's so, so beautiful that tears are flowing freely from my eyes, and I let them drop onto his slightly parted lips. They gather and then slip over the rosy red lips and into his mouth. My love for him is those tears, and in the morning, when we wake, he will have absorbed them into his being. Maybe I can't sing, but I do know how to love, and I know how to protect that love. There are battles ahead of us to be fought. There are always battles to be fought in life, and the victor is always the one who desires most to win. And tomorrow, when we leave this Paradise, the Dragon within me will be stoking up the fires of my being that will destroy anyone who stands in my way, especially someone who I know it will break my heart to do so.

 

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I lie back holding Aleric's right hand, stroking the back of it with my thumb and thinking about my previous thoughts when I feel a presence in the room. And then I smell It. And as if by magic,The Coin drops onto the Duvet. And then the smell goes away.

 

I pick up the coin, hold it in the palm of my hand and look at it. For a brief moment The Coin flares, and then it splits perfectly into two halves. Now what the hell am I supposed to do?!

 

Aleric's/Granddad's gold watch is on my bedside cupboard. I pick it up, examine it, and then I have an idea. So I slip out of bed and go to the drawer where I keep the Swiss Army Knife that Aleric bought me. It takes just a few seconds to locate one of the notches and unscrew the back. There's a false compartment inside the watch. That's why it's so thick. It contains a Half Sovereign wrapped in old tissue paper. Granddad said I was to only use it in an emergency. I unfold the tissue paper and slip the two halves of the slim, ancient coin in with it, and fasten everything up. Then I return to the bed and put it on Aleric's wrist.

 

It seems that I have had my orders. Not for nothing has the coin split into two pieces. I know exactly why it's happened. Their Guardian Spirit can spend more of my money than the twins can. Two special watches with compartments in the back to fit half a gold coin will cost me and arm and a leg. But that may be the least of my worries. Somehow, without upsetting her, I'll have some explaining to do when Gretel discovers where the coin is! Ah well! Life is never easy when you love The Angel of Pie Jesu and his Bro!      

 

To be continued...

 

 

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