Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2012 14:01:47 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mr. D <dionyssos00@yahoo.no>
Subject: Curiosity kills the cat, part two

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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Recap:

Thomas:

"Alex, I really like your company. You are young, funny and intelligent
too. That is a very rare combination these days. I would like to get to
know you better, but I don't know how you would feel about that. Since I've
already decided to ignore my experience I have just this one question for
you. Would you like to come back to my place and grab a bite to eat?"

He let go of my hand and I slid back into my chair. Thoughts and emotions
were overloading my young body and mind. I had no idea who this man really
was. Sense told me to get up and run. Even call for help. But there was a
feeling inside me that this was a chance I should not miss. Heck I didn't
want to miss it. Perhaps some of my questions would get an answer after
all? I lifted my head and looked straight into Thomas' eyes, and said;

Alex: "I hope you don't live too far away, because I am starving"


Curiosity kills the Cat, part 2


Thomas' face lit up with joy. His brown eyes were sparkling. He had the
look of a child who opens a present at Christmas and finds exactly what he
wished for. I could feel the warmth radiating form him and it was effecting
me. I felt happy and a little dizzy too. I couldn't really think straight
but I knew deep down that I had made the correct choice. If there was
nothing else to judge by I could feel my dick pounding between my legs.

Without further delay we got up and left Tiffani's behind. I felt like
running but Thomas kept a slow and steady pace. He didn't say a word, but
once in a while he would look down at me and smile and every time he smiled
down at me I felt a tingle in my gut. One little smile from him and the
butterflies in my stomach threatened to make me airborne.

Suddenly Thomas stopped and turned to face me. He pointed to a gateway a
few yards ahead.

"See that gateway Alex?"

"Yes I see it"

"I live on the top floor of that building. There is an elevator but it is
kind of old and cranky."

"Sure thing Thomas, I have no fear of elevators or small spaces."

Thomas seemed to be thinking about something. He threw a distant glance
over my shoulder before looking back at me.

"You see Alex. I had no idea that I would be having company this evening,
so my place is a bit of a mess. Would you mind waiting here for about 15
minutes before coming up? I just need to tidy up a little"

"Sure I don't mind"

Thomas nodded and turned as if to leave. Then he turned again.

"The gate will lock behind me. Just ring the doorbell. It is the button
with no name on it"

Then he hurried along and disappeared through the gate.

I felt a little left behind as I stood there alone on the sidewalk. I
checked my watch to know when to go and ring the bell. It seemed like
forever just standing still and waiting. In 15 minutes my mind came up with
at least 100 reasons for getting out of there. Doubt filled my head and
flooded every cell in my body. What the hell was I doing? I had agreed to
follow a stranger home to his place for a bite to eat. He was good looking
and twice my age! Was this one of those times I should think before I acted
further? How should I know? I'm 16 years old and have never done anything
like this before. I glanced at my watch and discovered that all of 5
minutes had passed. Time was creeping along with the speed of a snail on a
hot summer day. Would I have the guts to still be standing here in 10
minutes?

I closed my eyes and went through a relaxation routine. It was the same one
I used when my brother was teasing me. We both knew that if I let him get
to me and lashed out he would have a good excuse to beat me up again. When
mother asked what happened, he would say `he just snapped and hit me
first'. Being my mother, she would not pity me, nor correct my brother's
behaviour. It was the same thing every god damn time.

I kept at it until my mind was still and no particular emotion was filling
me up. I had kept my eyes closed and it seemed darker when I now opened
them again. I looked at my watch yet again, and this time it was time to
make a choice. Either I turn around and leave, or I go ring on Thomas'
doorbell... Before I really could make up my mind I was standing outside
the gate and pushing the button with no name on it.

I was expecting him to speak, but all he did was open the door. It began
buzzing and stopped only when I pushed it open. Inside it looked like an
entrance to a medieval castle. The floor was made out of old wooden
beams. The walls were white and about 15 feet tall and 10 feet up the walls
bent inwards. It created an arch that seemed to be impossible high up. A
window was high up on the same wall as the gate. The golden light of the
evening streamed into this magical place. Beyond the archway I could see a
green garden with trees and benches. Cobbled pathways went this way and
that but my view was limited. On my right was a door leading into the
building. Thomas didn't say anything about going through a garden, so I
chose the door. It led into a stairwell and the old elevator he had
mentioned. I decided to take the easy ride up to the top floor.

Thomas met me in the doorway to his apartment. There was only one door on
this floor so it would have been impossible for me to go wrong. He was
smiling and opened the door as far as it would go and made an inviting
gesture with his right hand.

"Come on in Alex"

"Thank you"

Thomas closed the door behind me. It too seemed to made of old and sturdy
oak. The hallway in front of me was short and contained a stand on the
floor for shoes and some pegs for clothing. I had a jacket and Thomas
gracefully took it and hung it up while I placed my shoes on the rack.

"Come on in Alex. Let me show you around"

He put a hand on my shoulder and escorted me into the biggest room I had
ever been in. It was at least twice the size of my classroom. I think the
apartment I lived in would fit inside this room with some space to
spare. Huge windows on the far wall let in the golden summer sun. It was a
dazzling sight.

"This is my living room. I like the old style but this place is more modern
that it looks"

"I am not complaining Thomas. This place is enormous!"

"I take it that you like it then"

"'Like' does not really cover it, but yes!"

Thomas went on with the tour and showed me the entire place. It had to
cover the entire attic of this old castle. The kitchen was designed in a
very modern style. Everything was made to look old and wood of different
sorts were all over the place. Never the less, it was equipped with every
modern kitchen appliance. The bathroom was not in a wooden style and it was
big enough for at least six people without getting crowded. One corner of
the bathroom was filled by a big bathtub. It could also fit more than two
people and had vents indicating it was a bubble bath.

Next Thomas showed me two guest bedrooms. Either one of them looked like a
penthouse suite to me. A small room between them had a sink and a
toilet. Thomas explained that if he ever had any guests, they should not be
forced to walk naked through the entire place to get to the master
bathroom. He went on to explain how this place had been one big open space
when he first bought it. He had to design and build all the separate rooms
into the big space.

"There is still room for at least two more rooms, but I have no need for
that"

"I see your point. I don't understand how you could possibly need this much
space. My mother's flat fits in here several times over!"

Thomas laughed and started walking to the other end of the apartment. He
stopped at a small wooden staircase. The place had such scale I had not
noticed that before.

"Up there is my bedroom Alex. I have designed it to be a safe retreat from
the world"

He hesitated a little before asking;

"Would you like to see it?"

To be honest I would rather die than not enter his bedroom. Just the
mention of `his bedroom' made my dick hard in an instant. Why did that have
such an effect on me? I could feel my knees go a bit weak but I would not
chicken out now.

"Sure thing, show me the way"

I tried to sound casual and not show my excitement but I had no idea if I
succeeded or not. Thomas walked up the stairs and I followed slowly. When I
came to the top my breath was taken away to the sight before me. The
centrepiece of this room was a huge king size bed. This was the only room
where the floor had a carpet. Thomas explained that he didn't like getting
up in the morning and walking on a clod floor which made perfect sense to
me. The roof was not as high here and I realized that the kitchen and
master bathroom must be below. The roof had a tilt and two windows let the
light in form above. The light illuminated the bed and made it look like a
spotlight was fixed on it. I was quite simply dumbfounded by the size and
beauty of Thomas' home. I almost jumped when Thomas spoke up behind me.

"You like the place Alex?"

Once again that day an urge filled my being. It was not a clever wording
this time, but an action. Like a happy child I turned around and said;

"I love this place!"

Then I flung my arms around him and gave him a hug. Thomas stiffened a
little, but returned the hug. When his strong arms wrapped around me I felt
safe. The warmth of his body filled me up. No harm could ever come to me
while in his arms. Along with the safety and warmth came a reaction in my
groin. This time I was so close to Thomas I had no doubt he could feel it
and that was the moment I realized I could feel his bulge too. Standing in
his arms like this his hardness was pressed against my stomach. I could
feel it moving and the pressure increasing.

Suddenly Thomas pulled away and stepped back. His face was slightly flushed
and his breathing was deeper than before. He looked at me with his kind
hazel brown eyes and smiled.

"You are a very special young man Alex. I hope you realize that. I remember
you telling me you were hungry. `Starving' was the word you used if I
recall correctly. Why don't you join me in the kitchen and I'll prepare
something to eat?"

Before I had time to answer he turned around and disappeared down the
steps. Did I do something wrong? Why would he retreat from anything feeling
that good? My teenage body and mind were bursting with curiosity and I had
no way to hide my body's reaction. Apparently Thomas was getting horny too
but it scared him somehow. In the end I followed him down and found him in
the kitchen cooking dinner. He smiled over his shoulder when I came in.

"Thomas? Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure thing Alex, ask anything you want"

"Why do I feel so safe in your arms?"

It was an honest enough question. Looking back at it now it was also
naïve and innocent. My life was ruled by fear and safety was definitely
not a part of it. No wonder I followed this kind man home.

My question made Thomas pause in his cooking. He turned and looked at me.

"I don't know why Alex. Sometimes things can't be explained
rationally. They just are"

I think my disappointment showed clearly, because Thomas quickly added;

"If it is any help to you, I feel safe in your arms too. To be honest I
feel like I known you all my life"

"Then why did pull away from the hug? Did it not feel good to you too?"

"It felt wonderful Alex. That was the best hug I've had in a very long
time"

"Then why?"

Being a teenager can be very confusing. The warm safe feeling that had
engulfed me only a minute was replaced by fear and sadness. I could feel
the tears welling up in my eyes and there was nothing I could do to stop
it.

The image of Thomas became blurred and before I could let out one single
sob his arms wrapped around me again. I hugged him back, but I could not
stop crying. I lost it and sobbed into Thomas' chest. My tears stained his
shirt while he gently stroked my back. I had no idea how long we stood like
that before my sobs stopped. Thomas sat me down on a chair and knelt down
in front of me.

"I am sorry Alex. Please don't cry. I never meant to hurt you in any
way. It's just that from my perspective life is very different. I can't
explain it, so please believe me when I say that I care a lot for you"

He reached forward and kissed me on the cheek. He then dried my tears and
ruffled my hair.

"Dinner is ready if you still want it?"

Thomas didn't actually wait for me to answer. He quickly served the food he
had prepared. It smelled lovely and the smell made me remember how hungry I
was. We did not speak during the meal. The food just seemed to vanish from
my plate. When I was done I looked shyly at Thomas. I felt like an idiot
for falling apart like that. Just as I was going to apologize Thomas beat
me to it;

"You don't have to apologize. You did nothing wrong. Remember that I have
been a teenager once too. It is not so long ago that I do not remember the
emotional hell it can be"

"I guess I should think before asking stuff like that. After all it was I
who told you that curiosity kills the cat. I guess I just died once!"

We both started laughing and the tension that was in the air just
vanished. Before Thomas had cleared the table my mood had improved and that
warm safe feeling was returning. Thomas and I sat down in the living
room. He had this amazingly comfortable couch. Like the rest of the place
it was a large piece of furniture. You could fit five teenagers like me
into it. Thomas brought a bottle of wine with him from the kitchen. He also
had two glasses, but didn't pour any in mine. The question was never spoken
but it was hanging in the air.

"You know I am not really old enough to drink, but would you mind if I had
a glass anyway. I promise I will not tell on you"

"Sure Alex. You drink coffee like an adult, so I guess one glass of wine
will not kill you"

He poured the same amount that he had in his own glass. It was small
details like that I noticed. Thomas was treating me like an equal and not
as a child. I decided that was one of the reasons I liked him so much. When
I picked up my glass from the table he raised his and made a toast.

"Cheers young Alex, to your health and our newly found friendship"

"Cheers Thomas and thank you for a lovely dinner"

The slightly bitter taste of the wine filled my mouth. I had not drunk a
lot in my life, but I quickly found wine preferable to beer. It was just
another atypical thing about me. Guys my age drank beer and liquor but wine
was for `pussies' as my brother had put it.

Thomas and I talked about nothing in particular. Nothing really personal or
emotional came up. My wine went down slowly but it still made my head spin
a bit. When Thomas offered another glass I do remember declining, but after
that I don't really recall much before I woke up on the couch wrapped in
his arms.


---To be continued ---

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the beginning.

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http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/joshs-savior/