Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2004 15:05:45 +1200
From: Arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: Altez part 3

				ALTEZ

				Part Three

				By Arthur



Now, how do you feel as you watch him jig from one foot to the other in
anticipation of a new adventure? Did you ever feel that deep-seated tingle
in your youthful stomach at the start of something new like he does at this
moment?

Ah, to do it all again with the open innocent eyes of the young, still,
it's time to get on with his first lesson in how to fill a never ending
hole in a teen stomach. First show him how to sharpen a knife and ready the
cutting board.

You watch him, amazed at his concentration as he swipes the knife carefully
over the steel to bring the edge to a keenness that will slice and dice to
perfection just as his young body is a study in creative perfection.

His willing smile and continuous chatter bring a feeling deep inside you as
the years seem to slip away while his enthusiasm fills the kitchen with an
energy long forgotten in the mundane and humdrum life you had been leading.

How easy it would be to reach out and lay your hand on his, to run your
fingers down his soft golden cheek, to reach out and pull him close so as
to feel his lithe young body leaning into your chest in wanton need.

DAMN, the sound of the chicken breasts slamming down on the cutting board
wakes you from your wistful reverie, what will be will be, ha, mother
strikes again from the far off reaches of the grave to get you back to
reality.

Is this the meaning of old age? Just memories and wistful dreams. No there
has to be more to your life than just what has gone and can never be
redone, even if you wanted too. You glance down at the chicken as you stuff
the cream cheese and chives deep into the pocket you've cut, a few deft
turns with the string and it's closed ready for the oven.

His movements with the knife have sped up as he gains confidence, you smile
at his careful placing of his long slim fingers as the blade flashes up and
down. His obvious enjoyment of being a part of the creative process of
cooking brings back another old memory of your days spent in the Hotel
kitchen, so long ago, were you as enthusiastic as this vision beside you?

"Ted?"

"Yes David?"

"I've cut up everything, what do I do now?"

"Ah, my young friend, now comes the good part, you make the dressing. I
think a nice tangy Dijon mayonnaise should do."

"Dish.. what?"

"Dijon, not dish, it's a fine grain mustard, here let me get the things for
you and you can make it."

His bright flashing eyes watch your every move as you gather everything
needed for his first salad to be complete.  The table is laid and you watch
as he looks over his handy work with a certain sense of pride, should you
lay your hand on his young shoulder and congratulate him on his first
effort, yes of course you should but you don't, too forward for this first
time.

"Your salad looks as good as any restaurant could do, David. Well done, I'm
going to enjoy this salad most of all."

Looking at his eyes you see the glimmer of pride in his face as he smiles
warmly back at you, god you could eat him instead of the chicken. Your
knees tremble as you fight the urge to reach out to him and hold him
against you to just once feel his vitality seeping into your needy loins.

"Come on David, let's get into this meal before we starve."

Sitting mesmerized by his long thin, almost delicate fingers, you forget to
eat as you watch him slice deeply into the chicken breast and the cream
cheese mixed with fresh chives, oozes out along the knife cut, the golden
skin of the breast could have come from his own skin as it shines with the
honey glaze.

Your plate remains untouched as you are taken in by the seductive gestures
of his hands and the smooth action of his beardless jaw, as he chews with
obvious enjoyment. His pert face lights up with every new taste sensation
as fork after fork travels the long road to his waiting lips.

"Ted, this is good, aren't you hungry?"

"Uh, what?, yes, yes I'm hungry, I was just thinking, sorry, your salad is
excellent, you did a great job."

A blush covers the soft cheeks as your compliment hits home, it appears as
though he has not had too many of them before as his reactions speak
volumes about his home life and lack of guidance some where along the
way. Is that why he came looking for your company? What other reason would
a young teen come to an old man like you. He knows what you are, yet he is
not afraid or worried by you or what you might do or say, is this world
finally changing for the better?

"Ted, you said I could ask you anything, there's something I want to know?"

"Sure David, go ahead."

"Well it's kind of strange, you know, I don't mean I'm like that but I want
to know anyway?"

"Just say what you want David, I'll never laugh or run you down for what
you want to ask."

"Well, it's this, can anyone make you...well you know...Gay?"

"Make you gay? How do you mean?"

"Well can someone turn you into a gay guy?"

"No David, regardless of what the some bigots think, it's in your genes,
some people are born gay, some are born what we call, straight or
heterosexual, others, and I'm inclined to think they are the really lucky
ones, are born as both, we call then Bi."

"But what about young guys, say like me, can't some guy turn them into gay
boys, even if they don't want to be?"

"No David, as I said, some bigots like to think it can be done by some
dirty old man teaching them things but it's not true. A boy who likes girls
and nothing else will not change his ways, he will usually kick up a real
fuss and report the guy to the police if someone tried to play with him in
any way."

"Oh ok, but what if you liked girls but thought you might like to do other
things with guys?"

"It's not unusual for younger guys to try things out sometimes, it's just
experimenting with most guys. Look David, if you are scared to try things
then you will never know what is good for you or what you hate. Most young
guys are to afraid to let others know what they think or what they do so
they go around for the rest of their lives afraid of their own shadow."

"Yeah, I can see what you mean. What if I wanted to try something, you
know, something different?"

"Well you have to make sure you're safe and not going to get yourself into
trouble, never do anything that is uncomfortable for you and never do it
with anyone that could put you in danger. I would ask you to follow one
very important rule for your own safety, if you ever go out to do anything
and that, is that No means No, never force anyone to do anything they don't
want to freely do."

"Hey thanks, that sounds good, I'm really glad I can talk to you, with Mum,
being a solo mother and her boyfriend, who is always zonked out on grass, I
don't have anyone to talk about these things."

"No problems David, as I said I'll answer anything you ask, you're nearly
an adult and deserve the same respect as long as you treat others the same
way."

"Ok, uhm, what do you guys do?"

"What do you mean, what do we do?"

"Well you know...when you..you know...do things?"

A chuckle escapes your lips as you look over at his eager face, his body
leaning forward at the waist as he waits to hear the naughty bits.

"I think we should clean up here then we can go into the lounge and talk
about this, I was wondering when you would get around to this part."

His tinkling giggle is almost girlish as he realizes that you will tell
all, well hopefully tell all. The blush on his cheeks is partly due to the
glass of wine and partly due to the anticipation of these new revelations.

Ok, you know this is not what you should be talking to a young teen about
but the memory of your own years of fumbling about in toilets and dark
parks as you try to find out what this strange sexuality of yours is all
about, comes to mind and you must decide that if he is properly informed
then there is less chance of him being led astray by others with only one
interest in him.

The kitchen is finally cleaned and you go through to the lounge where he
sits in unbridled anticipation as he nervously shuffles in his chair,
crossing and uncrossing his long slender legs, twisting his fingers
together.

He looks up at you from underneath his long dark lashes as you sit opposite
him and lean back with your legs comfortably up on a stool.

"So you want to know all about the nuts and bolts of us dirty old men, do
you?"

"You're not a dirty old man Ted, and yes, I want to know what goes on?"

"Ok, so what do you know already?"

"You mean like with girls and stuff?"

"Yep, anything you know or have done and then I can add what you want
after."

His head lowers down as he blushes again as he tries to gain enough
confidence to tell all his deepest secrets.

"Well I banged a girl last year and I've sort of done a couple more of
older girls at school, one of them wouldn't let me put it in but she sucked
me a bit but when I was going to spoof she pulled her mouth away and it all
went on her dress, she was real shanked about it and called me a dirty
fucker."

"Not good huh?"

"Nah, she told some others and then it was harder to get one of them so I
went to parties and got some girls there, they were older but they used to
give me plenty of drinks and then I could bang them in front of the others
there."

"Was everyone there older than you?"

"Mostly, once a friend of mine went as well but he didn't bang any of them,
said he didn't want to do it with everyone watching."

"Why did you do it for them then?"

"I was pissed most times and when I got a hard on I just wanted to bang
someone so I did it in front of them."

"Didn't you feel a bit embarrassed about that?"

"Yeah afterwards, but it was too late then, they used to pour some more
booze into me and let me sleep in a corner or something. Sometimes I would
wake up and someone was sucking me while the others watched. I just didn't
care cause of the booze I think."

By now he was looking pretty down as he began to realize that he was being
used as a toy for others fun and games and that they had no respect for him
apart from being the nights entertainment.

"I don't think I want to do that anymore, the next day I would feel a real
bummer and none of them wanted to know me when I saw them in the street."

"Hey David, it's no big deal, you had a bit of fun and you got a bang as
well, ok it wasn't the best way and I'm sure you know better now, but put
it down to experience and learn from it. You're the one that has to make
decisions about your own life, not other people, you have to live with your
own mind and each mistake has it's own consequences."

"Yeah I think I know what you mean now. So, what do you guys do too each
other?"

"Still want the dirty bits, eh?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, then here goes nothing. Let's see now, there are a lot of good things
a girl can do for you but as far as most gay guys go, they know more about
the erogenous zones on another man than a girl does."

"What's an erogous zone thing?"

"It's Erogenous, it's certain places on the body that make you feel really
good, you have lots of them all in different places, not everyone has the
same places but with a bit of foreplay you can find a lot of them and make
your partner have a lot of good feelings."

"What's foreplay?"

"Don't you ever get to kiss and rub your hands over the girl before you get
to the main act?"

"Nah, not into all that stuff, I just like to put it in and give it to them
hard and fast so that I can spoof into her."

"Ah the haste of youth."

"What do you mean?"

"Same as you call my grandson, whip it in, whip it out and wipe it. What's
called a quicky"

"Oh ok, by the way, that's something else I wanted to ask you later."

"What's that?"

"If you never got married, how did you get a grandson?"

"Ah, ok, let me get that out of the way first then. Peters mother is really
my niece, when a truck driver killed her mother, my sister, and her
husband, I took her in and helped her until she got married a few years
later. She said that all of her kids were going to be my honorary
grandkids, she only had Peter, so, he's my honorary grandson as well as
being my godson."

"Ah ok, now tell me the other stuff...please?"

How can you resist a boy like this one as he looks pleadingly into your
face.

"Right then, there are many ways the gay guys have sex, not all of it is
hard and heavy. Let me see now, there's massage, BJ's, or oral sex, and
then there's mutual masturbation and a lot of different fetish type sex as
well as finally the penetration or anal sex."

"Ah so a BJ is sucking, right?"

"Yep."

"What's this mutual masturbation one?"

"That's where you both stroke each other till you cum."

"Cum?"

"You call it Spoofing."

"I like cum better, sounds sexy."

Another delightful giggle escapes his now moist lips. Is that a drool you
see at the corner of his mouth and is that a tent showing in the front of
those infernal baggy jeans. Your crotch is now tight and you cross your
legs to hide the fact that this conversation is getting to you in places
that you would rather he not see,

"Ok so the anal one is putting it in his ass, doesn't that hurt like hell
and what about your dick, wouldn't it get all, well you know, covered in
stuff after it's been up there?"

"Yes, anal is putting it inside another guys butt and no it doesn't have to
be dirty if they clean themselves out first.  Anal sex can be good for both
of you if you do it right. You need a lot of lube and have to take your
time going in, remember, a guy is not made with a wide pelvis like a girl,
they're a lot tighter down there and you can really hurt them badly if you
don't take care."

"Oh I don't think I could ever do anything like that or even with another
guy, I just wanted to know what it was all about, is all."

"That's ok David, as I said before, I won't lie to you and I will try to
answer anything you want to know. I don't expect you to want to do anything
or try anything, mainly as long as you are informed then you have the
freedom to decide what is good for you and what isn't, you can't do that if
you don't know what it's all about."

"Sure, hey thanks Ted, I'm glad you could tell me all this stuff, you get
to hear a lot of bullshit around school and I always sort of felt they
didn't really know what they were talking about."

"No problem David, look, it's getting late, if you want to stay for the
night, that sofa folds out to a bed, I'll get some blankets for you and you
can sleep there, ok?"

"Yeah Ted, that'd be great, you don't mind me staying for the night?"

Do you mind? Hell no, how long since you even stood close to a boy of your
dreams? Ok so you can't do anything but just having him in the same house
makes you feel twenty years younger and the old house seems more alive with
his presence.

"I told you before David, that you're welcome anytime, there's no strings
attached ok?"

"I know Ted, and I trust you or I wouldn't be here."

"Good ok, now if you want a shower it's through there, there's plenty of
towels in the closet and lots of hot water so help yourself if you want."

"Yeah thanks, I do want a shower."

"Right go to it, I'll make up your bed for you then leave you in peace."

"Hey Ted!"

"Yep?"

"Thanks for the dinner and the talk, I'm glad I came to see you."

"You're welcome David, and I have to admit that it's good having a guy like
you here to chat too and eat with."

"It's been real great for me too Ted."

Then it happened, the thing that would set your night on fire and give you
the picture that would set your bed moving in ways you thought would never
happen again, your legs tremble as the vision before you casually reaches
up and with no apparent effort, pulls his shirt off over his head.

His lean slim chest flexes as the shirt is thrown on the chair and without
further ado he opens his belt and zipper right before your eyes as he lets
his baggy jeans fall freely to the floor. His lack of fear or embarrassment
shows you just how much he trusts you and you know that tonight you will
have to guard against your desire for him.

The jeans are now puddled on the floor as he steps lithely out of them, his
long slim golden legs reaching right up to the small pair of tight fitting
sports shorts. The blue silky fabric is highlighted by a broad red stripe
running down either side, his butt is now seen in all its glory as it
pertly pushes against the material.

The shorts are short and there is just a hint of his tight globes showing
where the thighs disappear into leg holes.  A bead of perspiration appears
on your top lip as you watch this exhibition of golden beauty stripping
right in front of you.

Without a glance he turns in his youthful openness and heads towards the
bathroom not realizing that has just sent your libido into a tailspin with
his frankness and revelation of boy body.

Quickly you get the bed linen out and make up the sofa for him before he
can return and totally destroy your best of intentions, you need relief and
this is not the time for him to see you handling yourself.

The sound of the shower dissipates as you make your way to the bedroom,
there to satisfy your lustful imaginings that rise like an unasked for
demon at the sight you have just witnessed, all thoughts of decency are
driven out of your mind.

You hear the movement of the boy as you hurriedly strip your cloths off and
release the pent up urgency from its hideaway. As you grasp yourself in
self-indulgent desire, a voice drifts to you from the lounge.

"Night Ted, thanks again."

"Night David."

Is that garbled voice really your own, can he tell what he has done to your
body by his open and innocent strip tease before your very eyes. Oh god you
have to get some relief, the old familiar action begins as you hear the
rustle of sheets from the other room.

If only it was your sheets that he was rustling in his preparation to sink
into the land of nod. Damn, your breathing will wake him or tell him what
you're doing, got to keep it quiet, he doesn't need to know what you're
doing, close, you're so damn close. Bight the pillow, shit it's coming,
it's never been this quick before, well not since you were a teen yourself.

The shortness of your breathing tells you how much you needed to ease the
pain in your groin, at least now you might get some sleep. The vision of
the lithe body slowly appearing from its bondage of clothing, seeps into
your relaxing mind as you relive the last few minutes before he went to
shower.

Every nuance of his features and body continue to replay in your head as
you try vainly to close your eyes, the light blonde tint in his hair, the
sparkle of his lively eyes, the small dimples in his cheeks, how his jaw
softly pointed, giving him an almost feminine look at a certain angle.

His teeth are clean and brightly white, the small chip on the front tooth
giving him a look of natural perfection without the artificial look of
dentistry. Oh F***, you're hard again, this hasn't happened in a long time,
could you do it again, have to, he's taken you to a place you haven't been
in thirty years.

What has he got hidden under those very small tight shorts, will he be
small like a burgeoning youth just into his teens, is he cut or is he still
whole and resplendent in his naturalness. Will his small bush be blonde or
is that just the dye in his highlights.

So much of him was shown to you yet the small amount hidden was more erotic
than seeing him in a fullness of total naked glory. Just the small covering
of those oh so sexy blue shorts is enough to send you into that place of
satisfaction that used to take long minutes to achieve before he came to
visit.

What's the time, god, it's one am, you've never shot twice in an hour for
longer than you can really remember, was he sent to you in your final years
as a taunt to a life of your own lust and desires. You start to replay the
day in your mind as your eyes grow heavy.

A sound then a smell alerts your senses as you raise your tired eyelids,
the happenings of the night before still fresh in your weary mind, A voice
from far away brings your head up off the pillow.

"Morning Ted, is this coffee ok?"

The apparition before you is dressed still in the blue tight shorts, a
skintight stretchy type of sleeveless tee shirt that shows every curve of
muscle and bone on his torso. You hope that it is a piss hard that is
pushing against the blankets.

Is that a bulge in the front or just a fold of cloth in the shorts, those
slim legs seem so long as they disappear into the blue silk shorts. You
look up and smile at him as he hovers above you with a steaming mug in his
delicate hand.

"That'll be fine thanks David. Just put it on the bedside table. Did you
get yourself something for breakfast?"

"Not yet, I didn't want to take anything until you said it was ok."

"That's good of you David, but you're a guest here and you can help
yourself to anything you want, you don't need to ask."

"Thanks Ted, if you don't mind I'd rather wait for you, besides I can't
cook worth a shit anyhow."

His radiant smile lights up the room as you gaze into his hypnotic hazel
eyes.

"Huh,...oh..ok, well I won't be long, what do you like for breakfast?"

"Anything is ok."

"But what is your best favorite one?"

"I really love coco pops."

"Well you're in luck, I'm not big on breakfast but I do keep some of those
for Peter when he comes to visit, you go help yourself, they're in the top
cupboard and the milk is in the fridge."

"You don't mind?"

"Hell no, go eat the lot if you want, I only eat a bit of toast in the
morning and a light snack for lunch so you go to it."

You reach for your fresh brewed coffee as his little butt disappears
through the door. God could you wake to that sight every morning? Damn
right you could, still not much hope of that, still it's a good dream and
will keep you on tenterhooks for a good few nights.

Taking a sip of coffee you push your hand under the covers to ease the
tightness down there, it's time to go and get the nights build up out of
your system before there is a mess to clean up.

You can hear the noise from the kitchen, a certain part of your anatomy
jumps in sympathy with the pictures in your head as you throw back the
covers to get your feet on the floor for a new day.

Look at him, he sits there with his spoon working faster than most cars can
run, loves coco pops, sure does by the way they are jumping into his
beautiful mouth. He glances up with a guilty look on his open friendly face
as he shovels another spoonful into his waiting mouth.

"You do love them eh?"

He nods his head so as to not spray the cereal over the table.

"Good, plenty more in the box if you want them."

A shy smile of thanks flits across his lips as he swallows.

"So what do you want to do today David?"

"Can I just stay and relax with you for a while before I go home?"

"Sure, whatever you want David."

"Thanks."

The spoon takes up its momentum again as he turns back to the half empty
plate, another coffee and some toast will go down well as you watch the
reason for your wildly racing blood to stop boiling.

"Are you ok dressed like that David?"

"As long as it doesn't bother you Ted, I don't like to much clothes at
home."

Home? Did he say home? Could he feel so relaxed that he likes to think of
this place as another home, damn this is getting harder by the minute to
stop from putting your arms around him.

"Not a problem David, as long as you feel ok with it you can dress as you
please when you're here."

"Thanks Ted, this is the first time I've felt really good in someone else's
house."

Ahh, Sundays, nothing to do Sundays, now this picture of health, youth and
beauty comes into your life and they begin to make it all worth while
again. Maybe you can take him out to the beach or for trips down country on
the weekends. Come on old man, get real, he has his own friends to be with,
why would he want to spend his free time with the likes of you?

Damn, his skin is like silk, so smooth and with just the odd small scar or
blemish to make him a real living breathing boy and not some figment of
your wild imagination. Where did he get that small scar on his upper lip,
what of the one on his rib cage, fighting? Sports or just the over
exuberance of youthful play?

Yes he is a real boy, not one of those perfectly formed, perfectly skinned,
perfectly sexual boys of the internet stories but a real live breathing
boy, with all the battle scars of a young life spent playing and tussling
with friends and foe alike.

"What are you thinking Ted?"

"Oh, just day dreaming David, had enough to eat? There's plenty more if you
want it."

"No, I'm fine thanks, don't want to be a guts on my first day, you might
not let me back again."

He wants to return? Ok,Ok, don't let your dick get the better of your
common sense you bloody old fool.

"Could never happen David, you eat as much as you want, it's good to see a
guy your age fill himself up properly."

"Uhm, Ted?"

"Yup?"

"Do you...do you think I'm...well good looking...like to another guy?"

The shuffling in his seat and the redness of his cheeks show you how he is
feeling about being so bold as to ask such a question.

"You want the whole truth David?"

"Yes."

"You are way past good looking David, as you want the full truth then I'm
going to say something that I want you to know is not meant to scare you or
try anything on you. If I was twenty years younger, I would not be able to
stop myself from trying to jump your bones right this minute, good looking,
David, you are without doubt the greatest looking guy I have ever seen."

Look what you've gone and done now you stupid old shit. He's going to get
up and run for his life, now you've gone and fucked it up proper. See he is
getting up from the table to make a run for it.

What's this, he's coming around the table, doesn't look threatening, what's
he doing, putting his arms around your neck, tears on his cheeks, what's
this all about? A sob, why is he crying? Is that a wetness on your own
cheek, why is the kitchen getting misty, his voice, soft, broken, close to
your ear.

"Thank you Ted."

"For what?"

"For being here for me, for being honest with me, for letting me be here."

You tentively place an arm around his narrow shoulders and gently rub his
shaking back as he gives one last quick hug and then self consciously sits
back in his chair, the tear drop slowly falling like a crystal bead down
his tender cheek.

"I'm sorry Ted, I didn't mean to do that, it's just...well it's just.. I
had too."

"It's ok David, anytime you need a hug just go for it."

"Thanks, I don't get many anymore at home because I'm grown up Mum says."

"Hey David, everyone needs a good hug sometime, they're just scared to let
others know about it, besides, you hug really good."

The glistening smile lightens the mood and brightens the room as he looks
across at you with something like genuine appreciation on his face. What
would a Sunday be without a little sunshine in it.



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