Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2004 21:23:48 -0400
From: rhaven <rhavenlo@rhavenlore.com>
Subject: Beyond the Pale Chapter Two

This story contains Man/Boy situations. This is a work of pure fiction,
words on a page, nothing more than fictional fancy.
The phrase `Beyond the Pale' is used to describe people that live an
unusual life... doesn't that depict us all?
If you like this story please check out www.rhavenlore.com for more.

Beyond the Pale
By Rhaven

CHAPTER TWO

The couple drank and drank and drank, until almost all their bottle of
Jack Daniels was consumed. He had hoped that once their alcohol was
gone, they would leave, but that wasn't the case. Mason moaned as the
man climbed on top of the woman and started mauling her. Licking at her
now exposed breast, Mason wished he had something to throw at them.
"Get a room you two!"
Mason fell on his butt when the man appeared out of nowhere. The couple
jumped up and started running, laughing madly as they disappeared down
the alley. Mason scrambled to his feet, but couldn't see the man.
Unexpectedly a hand holding a shirt appeared around the corner of the
building.
"I have hot tea... if you would like some." The mysterious figure said.
Mason took the shirt and slipped it on, he scanned the grass, but there
was no sign of his clothes, the stupid couple must have taken off with
them.
"Hot tea?" The man said stepping out from behind the corner. Mason
smiled, he couldn't believe his eyes. Bruce Wayne was standing in front
of him. Life had become a dream as Mason followed the man into Mrs.
Molino's building.
"Do--Do you live with Mrs. Molino?" Mason whispered.
"I've rented the second floor and you don't need to whisper. Mrs.
Molino doesn't wear her hearing aid when she sleeps. She couldn't hear
a plane crash in her living room." The man said winking at Mason. He
giggled like an idiot at the comment, and mentally slapped himself for
acting so stupid. He wished that he could have met Bruce Wayne under
different circumstances. He didn't want the man to think he was a
complete lunatic. They entered into the man's dark apartment, lit only
by a single candle.
"I chose this apartment because of that oak tree." The man said
standing in front of his window. "I can understand why you come here
every night."
"You've seen me?" Mason moaned that he'd been so stupid. Of course, the
guy had been watching him, how else would he have known to give him a
shirt.
"Don't worry about it, your secrets safe with me. Have a seat and I'll
get you that tea."
Mason carefully made his way to the couch. It was difficult to make out
the apartment and its furnishings, with only a candle for light. Mason
sat down on the surprisingly soft couch and rolled up the sleeves of
the shirt, so he could see his hands. The man sat down on a chair next
to the couch and handed Mason a cup.
"Careful now, the tea is very hot." The man relaxed back into his chair
and started blowing on his own tea, before taking a sip.
"What's your name?" Mason said anxiously, hoping beyond hope that he
would say `Bruce Wayne'.
"Victor -- Victor Hauser." Victor held out his hand for Mason to
shake. "And you are?" He asked holding tightly onto Mason's hand.
"Mason Eiden." Mason said disappointedly. He had wished so hard that
Victor was Batman that now knowing the truth, drained him of all his
energy.
"Are you all right?" Victor asked still holding onto Mason's hand. "You
look a little pale."
"It's nothing." Mason lied.
"If you're worried about me telling someone about what you do at night,
I can promise you I won't tell anyone." Victor finally released Mason's
hand. "I don't see any wrong in what you are doing."
"You--you don't?" Mason was shocked that an adult would say something
like that. To admit to a quirk like this, was completely un-adult
like. "I don't know why I like doing it." Mason said bashfully.
Victor crossed his legs and snickered. "The adventure."
"I'm sorry?" Mason asked frowning.
"The adventure is always worth any risk." Victor said staring passed
Mason as if he could see an imaginary land. Mason grinned; it was
something Batman would say. This man may not be Bruce Wayne, but he was
the next best thing.
"It's getting late; don't want your parents to get worried." Victor
said taking Mason's empty cup from him.
"I don't live with my parents... I live with my grandfather and he
doesn't care where I am." Mason said quickly, following Victor into the
small kitchen. "He won't be worrying about me... he never worries about
me."
"Nevertheless, it is really late. I'll walk you to your house." Victor
moved his hand to touch Mason on the shoulder, but stopped himself.
"Okay, I live next door." Mason whined.

Morning on Hitchcock Street seemed different to Mason; he sat up on his
bed and looked out his window. Everything seemed brighter, more alive,
Mason woke up happy and it surprised him. He ran his hands down the
shirt he had slept in; relieved to see it hadn't been just a wonderful
dream. Mason removed the shirt carefully and folded it. He sat on the
floor and stared at it, wondering exactly who this Victor Hauser was.
If he wasn't Batman, then who was he? Mason let his fingers dance up
and down his stiff penis as he stared at the plain shirt. He wished
Victor's apartment hadn't been so dark last night, he may have
discovered something important. A wide grin slowly spread across
Mason's face, all he had to do was return the shirt. That was his key
back to the man's apartment. Mason jumped up and quickly got dressed;
he was on a mission now, just like Batman.
Grandpa was in the living room. Mason didn't have to see the old man,
the ear shattering loud TV told him so. He slipped undetected out of
his house and down the alley.
Mrs. Molino was sitting in her rocker, humming a tune.
"Hello Mrs. Molino." Mason said after deciding that he couldn't sneak
by the blind woman. He stuck out his tongue, made a face to the blind
old woman, and tried not to giggle.
"Is that little Mason Eiden?" She said with a hint of repulsion.
"Yes, ma'am.  I'm just returning something to Mr. Hauser." Mason said
crossing his eyes and grabbing his crotch.
"Do you mean Mr. Houseman? I'm sure he doesn't want to be bothered by
you. Mr. Houseman is a very private man."
"I--I'm talking about the man on the second floor, Mrs. Molino." Mason
frowned; he knew the man's name was Hauser, not Houseman. Mrs. Molino
had finally lost her mind.
"I know who I am talking about Mason. I may be blind and going deaf,
but I know who's living above me and that's Victor Houseman."
"But... He... I." Mason was completely confused. Was it Hauser or Houseman
and why would Victor give two different names? Mason could barely
contain himself, this really was a mystery. It wasn't something he made
up. Victor had a secret and Mason was determined to discover it. Mason
didn't wait for Mrs. Molino to give him permission to ho into the
house. "Talk to you later, Mrs. Molino." He said a he ran into the
house. She yelled something about privacy, but Mason wasn't listening,
all he could think about was the mystery.
Mason timidly knocked on Victor's door. The excitement of a mystery had
changed to trepidation of discovering something that didn't want
discovered.
"Well, hello." Victor said as he opened the door. The man was shirtless
and wiping sweat from his brow with a white towel. Mason instantly
started blushing and grinning foolishly. "You'll have to excuse my
appearance; I was in the middle of my exercises."
"I wanted... your shirt." Mason held up Victor's shirt for him to see.
"Come on in and have a seat. It'll just take me a moment to clean up
and change." Victor walked away from the front door and headed down the
hallway.
Mason cautiously stepped into the apartment and suddenly remembered he
was there to investigate. Mason put the shirt down on the couch and
started his exploration. All the furniture, what there was of it, was
new and looked expensive. None of the furniture had that look of being
used, no scuffmarks, no scratches or dents. For this neighborhood, that
was odd. No one around here had any money, that's why they lived here.
However, the oddest thing about Victor's apartment was the lack of
knickknacks. No pictures hung on the wall; nothing decorated the coffee
table, not even magazines. There was no television or stereo, the only
thing that had any interest to it was the filled bookcase. So Victor
was a reader, a heavy reader by the looks of all the books. Mason
walked around the couch and noticed something on the end table. He
warily picked up the gold watch and examined it. On the face of the
watch it said `Rolex', Mason frowned and tried to put the watch back
exactly as he had found it. He didn't know how expensive the watch was,
but he knew it didn't belong here.
"I'm glad you came by today." Victor said as he pulled on a shirt and
entered the living room. Mason tried his best to look normal, but
couldn't find anything to stare at, finally decided to stare at his
hands.
"I didn't want to bother you..." Mason squeaked.
"No bother at all, I was starting to go loopy here by myself." Victor
laughed and walked passed Mason to the kitchen. "I was going to have
lunch, would you join me?"
The word `lunch' made Mason's stomach rumble. He was hungry and this
would give him more time for his investigation, so Mason nodded that he
would stay.
"I'm not much of a cook, so I hope you don't mind canned soup." Victor
said with a smile. "The only thing I can make is tea."
"Soup would be fine." Mason joined Victor in the small kitchen. Victor
opened the can, poured the chicken and noodles into a pot and started
reading the instructions on the can.
"Just fill up the can with water and add that to the pot." Mason said,
with a laugh.
"Sorry, like I said, I'm not a good cook." Victor chuckled. "So I just
add water?"
"Haven't you ever made chicken and noodles before?" Mason said as he
snatched the empty can out of Victor's hand and held it under the
faucet. Victor stood back and let Mason continue fixing the soup.
"I've had soup before, but not from a can." Victor said, arms folded
and leaning against the counter, as Mason stirred the soup.
"What do you normally eat?" Mason asked, he was completely amazed that
someone didn't know how to make can soup.
"Since I've moved in, I've been eating frozen pizza." Victor laughed
sadly. "That I figured out all by myself. I guess you think I'm rather
worthless."
"It's just a little strange."  Mason admitted. "Where did you live
before here?"
Victor cleared his throat and opened a cabinet door. "I've lived all
around. What would you like to drink?"
"Do you have any soda?" Mason asked, still thinking about the short
answer Victor had just given him.
"All I have is bottled water and tea." Victor said apologetically.
"Water is fine. Why did you move here? Is it close to where you work?"
Mason said with a sneaky smile, very pleased with himself for such good
questions.
"Don't have a job right now. I'm starved, is the soup ready." Victor
grabbed two bottles of water from the refrigerator and looked over at
the pot. "Smells good."
"I think it's hot enough." Mason groaned disappointedly, he started to
get mad at the short pointless replies Victor was giving him.  They sat
down on the couch and ate the soup in silence. Mason didn't know what
else to ask, not that it really mattered, so far Victor hadn't told him
anything.
"You're an excellent cook." Victor said with a laugh.  Mason nodded and
gave Victor a weak smile.
"Have I said something to upset you?" Victor asked as he took Mason's
empty bowl from him.
"You haven't said anything." Mason tried to sound a little more upbeat
and then realized the irony of what he had just said.
"I've always felt that I could read people very well, there is
something bothering you." Victor sat back down on the couch and stared
questioningly at Mason.
"What do you do for fun?" Mason asked ignoring Victor's previous
question.
"For fun?" The question surprised Victor. "I--I'm really not sure."
"Don't you do anything?" Mason moved closer to Victor.
"Fun was something for other people... though I've always dreamed of
being wild." A wide mischievous smile spread across Victor's
face. "Doing crazy stunts or just acting stupid, not caring what other
people thought."
"So why don't you just go for it? Do something crazy."
"I'm sure it's easy for you, but I don't know how to let down my
guard." Victor stood and started to pace around the room.
"Come on, it's not that hard. I could show you had to be silly." Mason
said with a grin, completely forgetting he had been upset with the man.
Victor stopped pacing. "That could be interesting." He whispered. "All
right, I'm game. What do we do first?"
"You can't plan on being silly; you just have to do it. Let's go visit
Mrs. Molino and Victor... you may think about getting a TV. You can learn
a lot about being silly from that."
"Good advice." Victor laughed. Mason raced to the door and motioned for
Victor to follow him.
"Mrs. Molino doesn't like me." Mason whispered as they descended the
stairs.
"Why is that?" Victor asked.
Mason shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know." But he did know, Victor had
his secrets and so did Mason. At the moment, Mason was ready to tell
the man his story. They found Mrs. Molino on the front porch rocking
away in her old rocking chair.
"Hi again, Mrs. Molino." Mason said as he grabbed his crotch and thrust
his hips back and forth. Victor snickered quietly.
"Hello Mrs. Molino." Victor added and mimicked Mason.
"I hope Mason hasn't been bothering you Mr. Houseman. I tried to stop
him." Mrs. Molino barked.
"Oh no, Mrs. Molino..." Victor made an ugly face. "Mason is helping me
out with a project I'm working on."
"You'd be advised to distance yourself from Mason." Mrs. Molino turned
her blind eyes to Mason. "He's nothing but bad."
"I have to disagree Mrs. Molino; I find Mason intelligent, kind and a
joy to be with." Victor said without making any faces at the old woman.
Mason blushed, suddenly feeling important. Mason turned away from Mrs.
Molino and pulled down his pants, brandishing his butt to her.
"We--We... have to go." Victor forced himself to say without laughing. He
grabbed up Mason and raced down the sidewalk. "That was the funniest
thing I've ever seen." Victor laughed and wiped a tear from his eye.
"I hate that woman." Mason growled, looking back at the blind woman.
"Just ignore her." Victor pointed down the street to the coffee
shop. "Let me buy you a drink."
Mason nodded, but glared again at Mrs. Molino. "Next time I'm going to
pee on her." He mumbled to himself.
"Ah Mason!" Mr. Schultz almost yelled as Victor and he entered the
little shop. "It's not Tuesday, what brings you here today, huh?"
"Mr. Schultz, this is Victor, he's new to the neighborhood." Mason said
proudly.
"Of course, French roast with sugar. I remember you. Welcome to the
neighborhood." Mr. Schultz shook Victor's hand vigorously. "And may I
add, you've chosen well for your tour guide. Mason will show you
everything, huh?" Mr. Schultz laughed and gave Mason a teasing
wink. "So what can I get you two?"
"How about two coke floats?" Victor asked Mason, who quickly nodded his
agreement in the choice.
"Two floats coming right up." Mr. Schultz said almost dancing away.
"Who else can we mess with?" Victor whispered.
"It's not all about messing with people." Mason snickered. "Maybe we
could play a game or something? I have Monopoly, have you ever played
that game?"
"Only in real life." Victor said too seriously. "You're the boss; I'll
do whatever you want."
Mason grinned; his investigation was going better than he had hoped.