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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 70.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

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Gareth.

Because I had stuff to sort in Nuremburg as well as doing my main business in Munich, I decided to drive down there on Wednesday last, and I must admit that part of the reason was because I wanted to give the Bentley a good run out. I love driving this car, and before I met Aleric I would use it far more often to make business trips on the continent. Yes, it's been a good trip and I should be a happy-chappy. But I'm not. Instead, I'm in a melancholy mood.

 

Aleric isn't the only one who sulks. That's why I'm in a melancholy mood as I drive home and that's why I'm playing a CD of one of my favourite singers: Seal. It's on track 7 and the song I'm listening to is Touch. This is the sadistic part of me emerging. Love hurts, and where Aleric is concerned I sometimes like to feel that hurt. This song does that for me. So, without moving my hand from the wheel, I flick the controller on the steering column with my right middle finger and the track goes to repeat.

 

Without your touch I've been lost without the things I love
Without your kiss I've been dreaming of the things I miss
Your eyes, your mouth, your lips, your touch
Your eyes, your mouth, your face, your touch
Who am I...

 

Tears now, while I'm driving, thinking about the boy I love and how deep my love for him is. Then abstract thoughts take me to A Dragon's Dream on the Iberian Peninsula and my wise friend who has taught me so much about love. He also taught me about the hurt part of love. Maybe that's why I'm playing Seal's Touch? Maybe our two spirits are communicating in some way? Telepathic, spiritual symmetry? Who fucking knows what goes on where love is concerned?

 

He once had his own precious boy. It didn't work out.

 

My little liar,

Cheat and swindler.

Thief and trickster.

Beautiful boy.

Soft, warm in my arms.

Languid and unholy.

All smiles and hisses.

All screams and soft moans.

All fight and surrender.

 

Never mine.

But me,

Always yours.

 

That's deep stuff. Only someone who has loved as I have done could understand those words. But that's what loving a special boy does to you. It's not all strawberries and cream. Sometimes it's like the worst kind of cholic, but in the heart and not the gut.  

 

Without your touch I've been lost without the things I love
Without your kiss I've been dreaming of the things I miss
Your eyes, your mouth, your lips, your touch
Your eyes, your mouth, your face, your touch
Who am I...

 

Not only is my friend in A Dragon's Dream into lizards, he's into Buddha. A refuge? Probably, but if I was to choose any religion then I would probably choose the same. Maybe if my little liar, thief and trickster were ever to part from me then I reckon that's the first place I'd go. Well, if I hadn't managed to walk into the Wannsee. Maybe I'd join my friend in A Dragon's Dream and we would both become hermits and drink ourselves into oblivion.

 

Without your touch I've been lost without the things I love
Without your kiss I've been dreaming of the things I miss
Your eyes, your mouth, your lips, your touch
Your eyes, your mouth, your face, your touch
Who am I...

 

Shit! Enough! Namaste my friend. Now I'll play you something else. It helps. Try this... the soundtrack to Reservoir Dogs. That should keep the neighbours awake, and reality can sometimes be an antidote to melancholy. Aleric bought it after he and Gottwin and I had watched the film at my place. The boys thought the gory film was brilliant and I spent my time with them chuckling at their antics while they watched it. And I'm grinning now thinking about their joint efforts when they joined in with the words and the singing. Aleric might be an Angel of Pie Jesu at times, but mostly, he's an ordinary boy, just as his twin is.

 

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It's three weeks since we got back from Wales and they're back at school and doing ordinary things again. Gunther picked up the twins from the apartment on Wednesday afternoon and they've been at the Wannsee house with their mum and dad since. But today, being Saturday, Aleric got Gunther to drop him and Gottwin off at the apartment before lunch and they're both staying over tonight. I spoke to Aleric earlier and, apparently, the day has gone something like this... Gunther used the VW Transporter because he and Angharad wanted to do some shopping in Berlin and will be going home later; Aleric said he was going to do some shopping, and Gottwin has been watching a film with Lydia while he was out. The way he said it made me laugh. They must think I fell off a Christmas tree. As long as Gottwin and Lydia didn't use our bed to watch a film then I couldn't care less. Then Lydia has to be home by seven because her grandparents are staying the weekend and she has to be there, and Gottwin wasn't invited because the grandparents are old-fashioned and a bit prudish. I won't get home until about seven so everything should be done and dusted by the time I get back and, apparently, the boys are cooking some pizzas for dinner. So it's boys' fare tonight. Suits me. I've had two business dinners out while I've been away, so boys' fare is fine in my book. The only thing I'm worried about is the sleeping arrangements. I don't trust either of those two when they're together.

 

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I park the Bentley in its reserved spot and sit for a moment to listen to the beautiful beast settling down after its long drive, and only when the last few clicks of the heated engine cease do I get out and take my two overnight bags from the boot and go into the apartments. Floor twenty... into the hall, drop my bags and go into the apartment. No boy/s to greet me. I go into the kitchen and they're there, both dressed exactly the same... identical red pyjama bottoms and the red, short sleeved Welsh rugby shirts I bought for them in Cardiff. Something is amiss because, especially after three days of being apart, this is the time when Aleric should be flinging himself into my arms and be dragging me off to our bedroom to make me feel him up and masturbate him or suck him off before dinner. But he just grins at me and says, "Pizza ready in twenty minutes. Go and pour yourself a drink Herr Moneybags and we'll eat it in the lounge. Did everything go okay?"      

 

 I grin at him. "It went fine. Don't I even get a kiss?"

 

He wipes his hands on a teacloth and comes to me with a big grin on his face, wraps his arms around my neck and plants a really juicy one on my lips. Then, with his sparkling, laughing eyes looking into mine, he says, "Are you hungry?"

 

I grin and nod at him. "I could eat a horse."

 

He grins back at me. "Horse pizza coming up. Go and get a drink. We're going to watch a film tonight."

 

"What film?"

 

He screws his face up. "Mind your own business. It's boys' night tonight." Then he calls to Gottwin, "It's boys night tonight, isn't it Gotty?"

 

Gottwin grins from ear to ear. "It sure is!"

 

I giggle, push him away from me and go out of the kitchen. The first place I go to is the DVD player in the lounge, but when I check it, it's empty. I pour a double Schnapps and wander into the wet room. All nice and tidy in here so they haven't been messing about in the spa. I go into the boys' room. As I thought... one bed has been used. Into our bedroom. All nice and tidy, and then I notice it. The Painting! It's not in either of its two usual places... under the bed or leaning against the wall. They have put it on the wall! It had to be a joint effort. It's too big and heavy for Aleric to have done it on his own. The little buggers!

 

I go to my side of the bed, sit down, and look at it. It's perfect! In exactly the right place, and when I switch the bedtime lights on it can be seen in all its glory. I study it for a few moments and get the usual feelings that disturb me every time I look at it. My beautiful boy is getting on for a year older now, and while I'm looking at it I'm thinking that in years to come the most beautiful thing I will have to remind me of the memories of the boy I first fell in love with will be this painting. I lift my glass... to my Angel of Pie Jesu, and when I return to the lounge, my eyes are misted over.

 

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Normally, at this point I would put some music on, but I have far better music than any song recording could ever produce: I have two laughing and singing boys in my kitchen and they're playing their own music. Coincidence? They're playing the soundtrack to Reservoir Dogs and right now they're accompanying Steeler's Wheel singing Stuck in the Middle with You. Then, still jiving they both come into the lounge carrying a giant pizza each, which they place on the glass table and then Aleric points to the sofa, commanding me where to sit. And where am I? Stuck in the middle with you... two! Then, still jiving like crazy, they go back out again to get their drinks and some side-plates and serviettes and return... still jiving and singing and giggling.

 

The sofa is all-pervasive with naughtiness and two grinning pizza-chomping beautiful boys talking through mouthfuls of food about loads of abstract stuff while I was away. I decide to let them get on with their game and pretty much ignore them apart from a few odd nods of my head while I'm eating, and that's because I know my silence will, at some point, break them. It takes two giant-sized pizzas being reduced to three pieces being left on the plates before they succumb to my own game of ignoring them about what they've got planned.

 

Gottwin burps and pats his tummy. Then he grins from his place on the left hand side of me, looks up into my face, and says, "That was lovely. Enjoy yours, Herr Moneybags?"

 

I grin down at him. "Lovely. I enjoyed that. Thank you boys."

 

"Aren't you going to ask us what film we're going to watch?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "Reservoir Dogs again?"

 

He glares at me. "How did you know?"

 

I shake my head. "It isn't too difficult with you pair of daft buggers."

 

Aleric chuckles on my right hand side and says, "I told you he would work it out. That's twenty Euros you owe me Gotty."

 

Gottwin giggles. "But he'll never guess the other surprise we've got for him."

 

Aleric also giggles. "Never in a million years. His dirty mind will think it's something to do with sex."

 

Now I am giggling, and that's because the first thing that came into my mind was: sex! The pair of little buggers have caught me out on that one... if they're right that is. It's rare for them not to have something planned that doesn't involve sexual activities of some sort. I decide to test them out, so I tell them, "Thank goodness for that! I've just driven six hundred kilometres and eaten too much pizza, so all I want to do when I go to bed is sleep."

 

Joint giggles now, and then Aleric says, "There are other things to keep you awake in bed other than sex, you know!"

 

"And what might they be?" I ask.

 

Aleric doesn't answer me, points to my glass and indicates I should empty it, and when I have, he gets up and asks, "Schnapps or whisky?"

 

I look into his laughing eyes. "Schnapps please. A double."

 

He nods. "Coming up Herr Moneybags." When he's filled my glass and also brought the bottle with him, he places them on the side table by the side of him and says, "Gotty, go and put the film on. You can be the projectionist tonight and I'll serve at the bar."

 

So, my glass is full, which means Aleric has no intention of being disturbed too often when they've both snuggled into me and he's made sure he can pour my Schnapps down me without either of my two hands having to be moved from around their soft buttocks when they've drawn their legs under them and they've got their heads resting against my chest. Aleric kisses Gottwin on the lips, lifts Gottwin's head so I can kiss him, and when I've done that, he lifts his own head and purses his lips. I grin at him and then do as he commands. The kiss lasts longer than the one Gottwin had, and I also get a tongue from Aleric. `

 

Keep Gottwin out of your bed!  I'm recalling Gretel's words, and I'm feeling guilty. Whatever the boys are up to, I'm absolutely certain that golden rule will be broken tonight, and to be absolutely honest, I'm quite prepared to break it given the way I'm feeling now. That's what happens when you're sitting on a sofa with two beautiful boys and you're fondling their soft bottoms, and especially when they smell like a couple of rostbratwurst and pineapple pizzas mixed with liberal doses of Axe anti-perspirant – the boys that is, and not the pizzas. And especially I'm prepared to break that golden rule because they each have a hand on the top of my thighs and both are copying what the other is doing to me with their fingers.

 

So, while the boys watch Reservoir Dogs, I spend most of my time thinking what the pair of daft buggers are up to, especially because of Aleric's comment: There are other things to keep you awake in bed other than sex, you know! Whatever game they're playing... they're winning... hands down. And in this case, because neither of their hands stray up to the bulge in my jeans, it really is hands down.

 

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It's just turned ten when the film ends and Aleric says to his brother, "He's half drunk now. Shall we take him to bed?"

 

Gottwin giggles. "If he takes his hand off my bum we will."

 

Aleric also giggles. "Has he been feeling you up all night as well? I think his middle finger might be hard to prise out of there though."

 

Gottwin gurgles with laughter when he replies, "Same here. Good job we put these soft pyjamas on or I'd need some of mum's goose grease to soothe mine."

 

Although I'm chuckling with them, I shake my head and tell them, "You're both liars. What are you up to?"  

 

I get a simultaneous, "Nothing." 

 

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Nothing. Nothing is (after I've showered and I go back to the bedroom wearing just a fresh pair of boxers) two almost naked boys lying in bed with a space between them. I say almost naked because, when I pull the duvet back, Gottwin is wearing a pair of blue boxers and Aleric is wearing the scruffy underpants he swapped with Noah Bloody Hughes, and when I climb over Aleric to get in between them, I'm thinking, what the hell are they up to if this isn't about sex?  

 

 I get my answer after I've made myself comfortable. Instead of the pair of them sinking into the bed and lying with their heads on my belly while I'm sitting up enjoying the last of my Schnapps for the night, they're both sitting up in bed and propped up with pillows by the side of me. And to make matters even more perplexing is that Aleric has placed our after-sex face cloth on the bedside cupboard along with the glass of orange juice he keeps there to wash his mouth out after he's given me oral and he can't be bothered going to the bathroom to clean his teeth. Something is very wrong! Also... also... and this is puzzling me to death, when I'm settled, Gottwin takes a box of tissues from his bedside cupboard, gives me a few to hold, gives some to Aleric and takes some himself. Then, after Aleric has rooted under his pillow to get it, after taking off my day-watch, he fastens Granddad's watch on my wrist. Then he points to the painting and says, "We decided to put it up there. Do you like it?"

 

I look up at the painting and nod. "Yes. Why now?"

 

Aleric looks into my eyes. "Because tonight is a special night and our painting is part of us all now. Now hold us tight Herr Moneybags and we'll show you how much we love you."

 

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When I've got both boys held tight in my arms, Gottwin lifts the duvet by his side and takes out a laptop that he was hiding under it and down by his legs. He places it on my lap on top of the duvet, opens it, and boots it up. Then he turns over, wraps his arm and a leg around me and kisses me on the cheek. Aleric does the same and he kisses my cheek, too. Then Aleric says, "This is for our Special Man. We made this for you. We both love you, and this is our way of telling you how much we do. Now give us both a kiss and relax."

 

 So I do, and when I have, Aleric clicks on a link on the desktop that is titled: Welcome Home Gareth.

 

How can I not cry, and how can my two special boys not cry when they see how upset I am at the video they've made for me as I watch the real truth of me; my roots; my background... my love of my beautiful country and the wonderful people who live there unfold before my eyes. They've used some photos from my albums; some we took while we were in Wales; some they've selected from the `net; one of the Aberfan disaster that killed nearly a hundred and fifty people – mostly young children when a pit slag heap collapsed and the slurry buried their school, and all this to the background of the Treorchy Male Voice Choir singing. Bring Him Home.

 

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(Right my dear readers, now – I hope – you've got over that... we will continue.)

 

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Between us we use up the entire box of tissues. Never have I known such a melancholy and yet so beautiful a moment in my life that these two very precious creatures have presented to me, and when I can see properly, I look at The Painting and send a silent message of thanks to The Spirit. Yes, his job is to look after his boys, but he knows full well that my happiness is part of that task he has set himself. It might not have been too `bad', but the player is set to `loop', so over and over it continues to play until the tears have stopped and the boys explain how they made it and how they've been planning it since they saw how upset I was the night Dai the Builder and his boys sang it for me back in Wales.

 

Then I thank them, not only with words, but with long, soft kisses... for both of them, and while I'm kissing Gottwin, those kisses are filled with as much love as those my Aleric gets. And what surprises me is that Gottwin's lips are soft and receptive to my affections. He may not be gay, but he's most definitely a loving creature that way when he loves someone, and I have absolutely no doubt that he loves me. And that's beautiful, because I also love him. My Aleric and Gottwin; identical twins born of the same spirit and indivisible when it comes to matters of the heart and soul. My beautiful, wonderful boys.  

 

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My beautiful, wonderful boys. Once the loving part has receded, they become `normal' again.  

 

I know Aleric will be waiting for my question, and he giggles when I ask him, "So what's with Noah's underpants if this is not a sexy night?"

 

They've put the laptop on the floor by the side of the bed and are snuggled up to me in their normal place - they've rearranged their pillows and slipped down the bed so they can both wrap an arm and leg around me and their heads are resting on my lower chest. Aleric looks up at me and grins. "They're for the morning. We didn't tell you any lies. We said no sex tonight."

 

I grin back at him, and ask, "I know Gottwin has got rid of his feelings when Lydia was here, but how come you're managing to control yourself?"

 

He licks his tongue out at me. "I can manage."

 

"How?" I ask.

 

He shrugs his shoulders. "My feet are sparkling clean."

 

I glare amusingly at him. "You didn't!"

 

He grins. "I did. While Gotty was getting rid of his feelings with Lydia. I'm knackered."

 

I close my eyes and start to giggle, and both boys' heads are bouncing on my chest because I'm so amused, and then I tell him, "You're a very naughty boy!"

 

Another wide grin from him. "That's what the old cur dog said. I told him why I needed my feet cleaning and he couldn't stop chuckling. That's why he really washed them. His tongue was worn out by the time he'd finished." Then he lets out a loud giggle. "He's not useless like somebody I know."

 

I chuckle and say, "We'll see if I'm useless in the morning. I've been thinking of Noah all the time I was away."

 

Aleric laughs. "I know you have... that's why I'm wearing his underpants. I can read your mind even when you're hundreds of kilometres away." Then he places a hand on my boxers and feels at my hard cock. "I hope this thing can wait a few hours. It's already excited thinking about Noah."

 

I grin at him. "It's not excited because I'm thinking about Noah... it's excited because I was thinking that I'd like to reward you for making me the video."

 

His eyes widen. "Would you really?! What about Gotty?"

 

I wink at him. "I can't reward one without the other, can I? That wouldn't be right, would it?"

 

Gottwin giggles and says, "I'm not having that thing up my bum!"

 

I kiss the top of his head. "I wasn't thinking of that, you naughty boy... something more suitable for you... sort of what a girl could do for you, and because you're not a real gayer, if you shut your eyes you'll think it's Lydia doing it to you."

 

He looks up at me and grins. "Oh, that! I might just let you if Al says he'll share you." Then his grin widens. "I think you've made him really horny again, and you know what he's like when he's like that, even if he has had his feet washed. You can sort of take his horniness out of him or he'll be crawling over you in the middle of the night and making me do it."

 

I give him a pretend surprise look. "Really! Is that what he does?"

 

He winks at me. "He says you're useless, so I have to finish him off. He wears me out as well as you. Lydia sometimes thinks I've gone off her if he's got at me first."

 

Both boys giggle like idiots at that remark, and then their heads go down and resettle on my chest. I see them kissing and whispering to one another, and then I have two hands on my nail-hard cock. I know what's coming, so I take the damp face-cloth from Aleric's side of the bed and pass it under the duvet. More giggles, and then I feel my boxers being pulled down and they both disappear under the duvet, giggling like two proper naughty boys!

 

It doesn't take long when one right hand and one left hand are not too gentle with it, and they're still giggling when I feel Aleric enclose the end of my cock to catch three days of pent up emotions. Then, when they're sure there's nothing left to escape, they both re-emerge with big grins on their faces. I grin back at them. "That didn't take you long. Have you finished?"

 

Aleric gives me a really naughty grin. "Not quite." He points at the duvet. "If you go down there you'll find couple of things waiting for you. And don't forget I'm Noah, so mine has to come through the pee hole."

 

And so I do as I'm told, but I make sure I empty Gottwin first before Noah gets his very special treat. And the reason it's special is because not only does Noah's cock come through the pee hole, I manage to squirm a hand up Noah's underpants leg and get a finger inside his bum when he squeals with delight as he's shaking and shuddering to his fantastic climax. And now it's done, I know both boys were telling me the truth. What they've given to me, when combined, isn't enough to fill a teaspoon. That cur dog has certainly done a damned good job, but even he is not perfect. I'll have to scold him the next time we have dinner at his place.       

 

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Both boys are fast asleep and I'm having a settler... another double Schnapps before I really turn in. I stare at The Painting and smile at it. Then I raise my glass and again toast it.

 

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Like the ghost it is, as I'm looking at The Painting, I get the smell of roast pork and see a white mist gathering and folding together as it emerges from The Painting until I can actually see its face. Gretel was right... whatever it was must have been through a damned incinerator! It smiles a burnt smile at me, and then floats across the room to the bed. It's almost towering over us when I see its burned hands caress the brows of the two sleeping boys, and then, hesitantly, the hand brushes my own face and I feel the heat from it as it does, and then it disappears as the swirls of mist are swallowed back into The Painting. I should be shocked and shivering and frightened, but I'm not. Instead, I'm left with a feeling of utter contentment. I also have grin on my face. Gretel has been outwitted by a bloody ghost! And what's more... he'll outwit her even more in the morning. The Journey of the Coin has many facets, including intrigue and subterfuge, but one of them is fun. Can't be bad, especially because Dai the Builder is due here next weekend. I can't wait to see my new mum and dad again when I get back from Korea on the Tuesday after they arrive. I'll show him the film the boys have made. He'll be impressed, as I know Jones the Milk and Noah Bloody Hughes will. They arrive here a week after Dai and Rhoswen have gone back home, when it's the half-term school holidays in the UK. Noah has got two new pairs of pyjamas sitting in a drawer in my wardrobe, so that means he'll be leaving his old ones here when he goes back. And no doubt he'll leave some of his underpants too. I'm getting like to Noah Bloody Hughes... a lot! And I know somebody else who is!

 

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Epilogue to Book 2 of The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

Herr Biermaier.

We're on the outskirts of Seville. It's taken us three days to get here in my VW Camper because I've not used the main roads. After what happened, I was too terrified to use those.

 

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They came in the late evening just as it was getting dark. I was on the patio trying to drown my sorrows. Pieter Brucher and Adolph were inside. I could hear them. Pieter was making fun of Adolph because he was crying after having endured another bout of my friend's cruelty. Pieter was so drunk that he could hardly walk.

 

I heard the car draw up in front of the house and then there were three of them... all swarthy and all Arabs who came around the side of the house. One of them saw me and grabbed me by the throat and slammed me onto my back so hard that the sun lounger I was in shattered as he did so. While he was holding me and almost strangling me to death, the other two went into the house. That's when Adolph saved my life. He fled from the house and threw himself onto me, and he did it so hard that the hand of the man who had me by the throat was knocked aside. Then Adolph clung to me like a leech, crying and wailing and blubbering like a mad boy. So despite the situation, I wrapped my arms around him and held him as tight as I could. He wasn't the only one crying.

 

I heard a bit of a scuffle in the house and then it all went quiet. Then the tallest one of the three came out of the house and while he looked at me and Adolph, he talked in low tones to the man who had had his hands around my throat. They seemed to arrive at a decision and the tall one took out a mobile phone and made a call. He spoke in Arabic. The call was an agitated one and he was pacing up and down. Eventually he ended the call and spoke rapidly in Arabic to the one who had had his hands around my throat, and then they both helped us up and while the tall one went back into the house, the other one led us to their car and made us sit in the back seats while he sat in the front. That's when I saw the first chink of light in this pit of disaster. He took out a packet of cigarettes and offered one to me, and when we were both alight, although I couldn't understand what he was saying, because his words were soothing as he leaned around and stroked Adolph's hair, I sensed that the boy's distress and the way he had acted towards me was playing a part in whatever was going on. Until, that is, I was hauled out of the car and taken into the house.

 

I didn't need to ask where Pieter Brucher was. The something wrapped up in blankets on the hearth made me keep my mouth firmly shut and I was shivering and shaking because I thought I would be next. Then, to my absolute relief, the tall one asked me if there was anywhere I could take the boy and he would be safe. I was shaking like a leaf when I explained to him that I had a job lined up in Seville but I hadn't gone because I was worried about Adolph. Then I told them the truth; that I'd been considering pushing Pieter Brucher into one of the deep crevasses to stop what had been going on. For a short while he studied me, and then he seemed to make up his mind about something and made another phone call and again spoke in Arabic. The phone call lasted about ten minutes while he was discussing things with whoever was on the other end of the line.

 

Thirty minutes later, after having packed a few clothes and things for me and Adolph, and after being told in no uncertain terms that if I breathed a word about what had gone on then they would do the same to me as they'd done with Pieter Brucher, I was given a phone number to ring when I'd found a place to live and was settled. Then they explained a few more things to me. Once I was settled, I would receive a new passport for Adolph. His new name would be Adolph Biermaier and he was to be my son, and henceforth his well being was to be my priority in life. No ifs... no buts, and if I failed in any way then I would be liquidated and they would look after the boy. That's when I ventured my first question. I asked what would happen to everything at Pieter's house. His answer was to the point... when they left there would be nothing left in the house for anyone to get excited about. Pieter Brucher, Adolph, and me had just left, taking everything with us that could identify us, and that was that. And in the fullness of time, like countless houses owned by foreigners that had been abandoned, it would suffer the ravages of theft and dilapidation until it became worthless and without history. Then I was informed that I should thank Allah (PBUH) for my worthless life.    

 

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I drive into the campsite. The place is half full. That pleases me. Anonymity in numbers... but not too many that we have to be too familiar. This is a good place to stay until I can buy or rent a house.

 

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We've eaten and showered. Time for bed. Three days from almost certain death is but a very short time for someone like me, but for a boy who has escaped from the clutches of a tyrant it is a lifetime, and a boy has his needs. That's why, when we are both settled into the pull-down double bed, he snuggles up to me and takes my hand and places it onto his stiff pinkler. Time to begin the healing process, my son. Perhaps we would have a better time if we had a few pornographic photos to look at, but those will have been disposed of, as will all my memories of my beautiful Hansie.

 

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Gareth.

I'm so dumbstruck that I read the encrypted email again...

 

Brucher terminated and disposed of. His car fragmented in Marseilles, France. Biermaier and the boy, Adolph Breitling, now resident on campsite in Seville, Spain. Under supervision. The house at Velilla de San Esteban cleaned completely. No trace of previous occupants. Supremely professional job performed by Kundakçi element from Ankara, Turkey. Await further instructions.

 

The bill for this information is already running into tens of thousands of Euros, but if it was in millions I would gladly pay it. In fact I feel light-headed at receiving this information. But I'm also puzzled. My informant and his team are so bloody good at what they do that they probably know everything, including who ordered the assassination. But why have I not been informed? I know why. I do it in my own businesses... they work on a strictly need to know basis. But that doesn't stop me from being a bloody nosey bugger. I'm intrigued!

 

What was it The Spirit said? Instinct and logic. They are your weapons against those who would harm you and those you love.

 

Instinct and logic. They need sustenance. A large Bourbon!

 

Supremely professional job performed by Kundakçi element from Ankara, Turkey.  My boys know their stuff and the word Supremely would not have been used were they not absolutely satisfied that no evidence was left behind to connect anyone to anything. Brucher, like many other people before him, will have simply vanished from the face of the earth. Very probably he was in the car when it was fragmented. But I'm too nosey to just dismiss it. How come he was taken care of if I didn't do it?

 

Another large Bourbon. Think! Think! Connections?! A Turkish outfit has done the job. Why?

 

And then it all falls into place! Bedri Tabak!  

 

Bedri Tabak and Aleric. Those two have become as thick as thieves and Aleric will have told him about Biermaier. If Bedri has done what I've done then he will have been informed about Brucher. And if the Kundakçi element are as good as my lot then they will know as much about Brucher as I do, and they will have told Bedri Tabak. Bedri is a bugger when it comes to seducing boys but he is not a sadist or a real abuser. He's a paedophile enjoying the fruits that drop from the branch and not a thief who would steal their innocence. His conquests have to give themselves gladly like Kurt and my Aleric have done. But if the initial target was Biermaier, then why has he not been liquidated? There must be a reason. Ahhhh... that's the reason! The boy... Adolph Breitling. That's it! What could they do with him? He would know too much to be left around if it would put the job at risk. Unless... yes, unless... He's a boy and no way would Bedri Tabak harm a boy. Adolph would need a protector... someone to not only look after him but also someone to make sure the boy keeps his mouth shut. Now it makes sense! Allow Biermaier to live with the provision that he looks after the boy. Biermaier is a bastard, but he's not a Brucher. Bedri has done exactly what I would have done... made the best of a bad job. Jesus wept! This is some serious shit!

 

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Aleric is asleep in our bed. I sit on the edge of it and pull down the duvet so I can stroke the contours of his delicate body. He looks so utterly innocent. But is he? Can it be that within this fragile frame is someone who is as ruthless as me? No. He will have told Bedri Tabak about Biermaier and he won't know the consequences of his revelations. That will have been all Bedri's doing. I lean down and rub my lips over the soft, warm presence of the boy I love. But I'm not the only one who loves him enough to kill for him.  I should be jealous... but I'm not. As a matter of fact I'm as pleased as Punch and the old cur dog goes up a few more notches in my good books.

 

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Bedri Tabak.

My footsteps are light as I serve my customers. Mostly that is because table 12 is occupied by my beautiful Prince Aleric and his man, and with them are two new customers I have never seen before.

 

In his own way the small boy sitting beside Aleric is gorgeous.  He was introduced to me by Aleric as Noah, and his older friend is called David. And Aleric is providing me with many of his gorgeous, naughty smiles whenever I'm near him. But Aleric is up to his naughty tricks again.

 

I have not missed any of the touches the two young boys are sharing. Those touches mean only one thing... they share a special intimacy that is borne of sexual familiarity. Ahhhh... boys together! Is there anything more beautiful and natural as two boys making love? Aleric will tell me when next I wash his feet, but before then I will know the other boy intimately. He and his older friend David are in room eleven and the equipment for that room is in fine working order. So, tonight my beautiful prince, I will be unfaithful to you. Your friend Noah has a certain cuteness about him that excites me.

 

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Aleric.

I feel I could dance on air. Every time Bedri looks at me, we share a hidden grin, and it's not just sexy stuff we're doing. My Beautiful Man is safe from harm. I've surprised myself. But I haven't really. I've always known ever since we first met that there is nothing I wouldn't do for Gareth. My love for him is so powerful and all-consuming that I have no conscience where he is concerned. But I will never tell him anything. Some things are not his to know.

 

I look across the table at him. Our eyes meet and we share our special love. Then he grins when he sees my hand slip from the table, and although I know he can't see it, he knows where my hand is... fondling Noah's leg. He closes his eyes and lets out a small giggle and then pretends to ignore me until dessert is served.

 

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Bedri Tabak.

I walk to their table and deliver the sweets they ordered and I'm careful who has which of the Kazandibi that Aleric insisted they all have because he adores it. 50mg of Viagra for Noah and 100mg for David should be perfect. 200mg for me should suffice. I receive one of my beautiful prince's special smiles and walk away with even more spring in my steps. I have much to celebrate now I know their nemesis is no longer around. But I am a good man. Despite my hatred of Biermaier, I was able to factor in the welfare of young Adolph to spare him. The well-being of a boy is more important than my own personal agendas. Without going into too many details, Aleric was pleased with me when I told him that Adolph's welfare was more important than what we think of Biermaier. Aleric agreed with me because he knows I am a good man and am never wrong when the welfare of boys is my concern.

 

Yes, I am a good man, and Aleric is more special than a basketful of peaches in the desert. His Gareth is very lucky to have found him. So am I! And my beautiful, naughty, sexy little prince has been teasing me. He's asked me if I'm very good at washing two boys' feet at the same time. It's a while since I have, but I did assure him that there is nothing I have not learned from the wise travellers who once travelled the Old Silk Road from Hangchow to Constantinople. It is because of them and the teachings of my wonderful master, Muhammad Tabak, who bought me for seven goats and gave me my name, that satisfying two boys at the same time is like riding a bicycle... once learned, it can never be forgotten. As a matter of fact, where beautiful sexy boys are concerned, I am an expert at riding a tricycle.  Allahu Akbar!!!  

 

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Cody Devine. Jacksonville, Florida.

I'm in Jax Diner with my buddy Wayne. Mom dropped me off here when she was on her way to Wal-Mart with my bro John Jnr. Wayne is full of himself and droning on that he's made the school football team. His comments are going over my head. I'm thinking about yesterday.

 

Yesterday. Daddy told me to have a day off school because he was home and not at work. We planned it the night before. I was to feign being sick... gut problems. Mom dropped John Jnr. off at school on her way to work. Daddy rang her to make sure she was there. Then we showered together.

 

I adore his wiener. I've sucked on the damned gorgeous thing since I was twelve years old. Eight inches of beautiful man cock. I could deep throat him at fourteen as well as take the complete package in my butt. Give it to me Daddy! Oh yes... nothing makes me so wild and crazy than to have that gorgeous appendage in either of my willing cavities. But I know something that will be sweeter and drive me crazier.

 

Gareth Rhys-Jones. That's where I really want to be. It's his wiener that I want down my throat or in my eager butt. Fill me with your sweet juices, Gareth! Oh God! I'm crazy about him. And he's crazy about me. I know he is! We would have fucked big style had he not had to go back to Germany. I know we would. The way he couldn't keep his hands off my sweet boy body in the pool and the way he grabbed my ass before he left told me what his feelings are for me. He's crazy about me. He wanted me so bad that he couldn't help but grab my butt before he went. It was his way of telling me that he loved me and wanted me.

 

I can't have him yet... but I will. One day we'll be together. It will happen. But for now I've had to make do with his head photo shopped onto studs. He gives it to me every night. He was the one deep throating me and fucking my ass yesterday. Yes, as always happens now, Daddy morphed into Gareth when he was filling my throat with his juices and pounding my sweet ass.   

 

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The guy sitting opposite me and Wayne in the four-person booth tips up his coffee and gets up. As he walks past me, I see that he's left his rolled up newspaper behind. I pick it up and turn to call at him. That's damned strange! He's gone! How the fuck did he do that?! I look at the newspaper. Berliner Zeitung. Jeezus! That's fucking strange! Then I throw it across the booth when a sharp smell of pork ribs coming from the newspaper catches my nostrils. Jeezus Christ! The sonofabitch!

 

The end of Book Two – Journey of the Coin.

 

Right my dear readers, that is all until I've penned the final book of this trilogy. If you've enjoyed this tale so far then please email me and let me know. I'm not one to court praise, but like everything else in life, a few words of thanks would not be amiss.

 

And while I'm writing the final book of this trilogy I will also be publishing my latest novel twice a week until its conclusion. The story is completed and is a magnum opus of 250,000 words. It is called Love – Existentially and will be published on Nifty in the Gay Male – Adult/Youth section just as all my stories are. The first part will be published very shortly.

 

Until later... Auf weidersehen.

 

Namaste.

 

J.

 

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