Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2011 22:57:12 +0700
From: darne moon <darnemoon@gmail.com>
Subject: I'm Not Dying Chapter 11

I'm not dying!

By Darne Moon.

I'm not dying! is an adventure tale that contains graphic sexual content
between men. If you are not permitted to read such content please refrain
from reading any further. This is the first time I've written anything of
this magnitude in this genre. If you enjoy this chapter please let me know
at darnemoon@gmail.com, and I'm always interested in constructive criticism
comments and ideas.

I've also got a Yahoo Group, with all sorts of stuff about I'm Not
Dying. You can find it at: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/im_not_dead/ OK
due to a pressing desire to write, both this story and a few others I've
started, and trying to keep in contact with family, friends, and the irate
boyfriend (logging on and off shared computers is annoying) I've got myself
a little netbook. Now I am not going to be spending all my time traveling
writing, I do want to see and do stuff haha, however I will get further
chapters out in time.

So I hope you enjoy them, and I hope you will join the group if you havent
already. I am trying to come up with new and interesting things to add to
the group to get the world of I'm Not Dying a little more bigger than it
already is.

Darne x

Chapter 11

I awoke the following morning to find a one eyed cat staring at me. It was
perched upon my chest its green beady eye glaring at me. As I struggled to
focus it meowed at me and hopped off.

"Oh Alex your awake, good, come help yourself to breakfast!" I hear Jan say
warmly. Dragging my sorry arse off the sofa I spy the three of them, my
mother, Carol and Jan sat about at a coffee table munching on
breakfast. Stiff and sore I stretched, bones clicking here and there, then
I threw my torn and blood stained t shirt on. The wound on my arm was
aching horribly and the makeshift bandage was thick with blood. I liked
rough. "Would you look at you!" Jan states staring at my arm, she stands,
"I'm getting you a fresh bandage. Sit down and have breakfast" Her tone is
not to be questioned so I nod and plonk myself down at the table and help
myself to the mountain of french breads, cheeses, jams and hot coffee. It
felt good to eat something I liked and I hadn't realized quite how hungry I
was.

Moments later Jan returns a first aid kit. Kneeling beside me she
tentatively pulled the bloodstained bandage off. She cringed when she saw
the deep wound that had been the home of the strange contraption Inscope
had put in me. With sterile water she cleaned the wound, then snapping a
plastic cylinder she poured an expanding gel in. I watched it bemused, I'd
never seen anything like this used in first aid before. It was like
expanding insulation foam.  Jan smiled at me noting my perplexity, "it's
called Robesiod. It's designed to quicken the healing by creating a
platform on which the cells rejuvenate. Well that's the layman's definition
I'm sure there is a far more concise explanation somewhere. It's not
technically legal yet but a friend of a friend knows a man who works for
the company that's testing it" I nod slowly. She really does know
everyone. As the expanding gel seems to not want to get any bigger she
takes a blunt plastic knife from the cuts the excess off making it flush
with my skin. Taking a clean bandage she wraps my arm up neatly. The wound
feels much better already. This stuff is a miracle why isn't it legal I
ponder.

After I am bandaged up properly Jan sits back down at the kitchen
table. "I've been thinking" She declares ominously, I hate it when people
think, when people think plans change, and when plans change things getting
confusing, "Sharky is not your man! I don't know all the facts, I know
that, I also know I don't want to, but it seems to me your in pretty deep
Alex and I don't think Sharky is up to the task"

I glance at my mum, her gaze is unreadable, but fixed on Jan, "Who do you
suggest?" mother asks eventually.

"The Lion"

"No!" Mother declares forcefully.

"It's the only way!" Jan states frankly.

"I love the Lion, you know that Janet, but I wouldn't get into bed with
him. He's devious, two faced, he cant be trusted" I glance between the two
women one after another. "Who is this Lion?" I ask after a time.

"He's a dealer!" Mum thunders, the dragon is definitely stirring.

"In the right sense of the word!"Janet explains, "He started a while back
selling sheep fleeces for wool in Wales, now he's one of the largest fabric
dealers in the world. He also owns a few other businesses of a more dubious
nature to be fair but he's well connected" I nod slowly, noting in the
corner of my eye my mum's quietened rage.

"Why are you..." I start to ask my mum but she cuts me off.

"The mans the devil!" She raged,

"The man saved you a lot of money a few years back I seem to recall you
telling me" Janet retorts

"Yes but can he save my son's life?"

"I want to meet him" I shout between them, "It won't hurt to meet him will
it" Janet shakes her head, reluctantly mother agrees. Immediately Janet has
her mobile phone in her hand and shes dialing a number whilst walking out
the room. My mother turns at me eyes like steel.

"I hope you know what your doing!"

"It seems to me WE don't have much choice!" I emphasize the we heavily to
remind her that we're all a team, "if this is the safest way we to get to
Rome, then its with the Lion we go" Mother promptly decided she wanted to
go to do some shopping after that. Taking the remains of our cash she
stormed out the house. Janet returns bemused.

"Where's your mum Alex?"

"Shopping, we had a little disagreement" Jan nods.

"The Lion will be hear later. Don't answer the phone, and open the door
only to the Lion, you'll know when you see him. I'm going after your
mother, we'll be back soon" So after leaving the house to our disposal,
Carol and I finish breakfast and tidy up and move ourselves to the living
area. I resume my flopped state on the sofa this time accompanied by both
odd one eyed cat and the the TV's remote control. Carol collapses into a
big armchair.

"How are you feeling?" She eventually asks.

"Tired, but good" I pat my neatly bandaged arm. I flick through some of the
channels on TV. The cat hops off the sofa again and wanders off.

"I meant... you know... about Ian?"

"What about him?" I ask as nonchalantly as I can. I know what she wants
from me, she wants me to cry and bawl and declare my hatred to all and
sundry. But I wasn't going to give her that. Ian was a liar, a very good
liar who had a job to do. He toyed with me, he manipulated me and that's
that. There's not much I can do about it at the moment, that is until the
day I meet him again... I shook the anger out of my head.

"Your still in shock" Carol deduced.

"Maybe, maybe not" The one eyed cat returns and sits right in the middle of
my line of vision. Sighing I try to move so I can see the screen clearly.

"Still it must be pretty shitty to" she begins but I finish her sentence
for her with a little more venom than perhaps I should.

"To have your boyfriend try and push you out of a window, yeah it sucks
Carol. In fact its fucking horrible to think the only thing that stopped
him was you wielding a chair at his head" Carol rubbed her ribs
unconsciously where Ian had elbowed her. "Now if you wouldn't mind I don't
want to talk about it just yet. Maybe I won't want to talk about it ever,
maybe I will but right now I just want to relax and watch this
documentary!" I hadn't even noticed at what I had turned the television on
to.

"Cliff Richard: Is he really dead? That's what you want to watch?" She asks
dubiously.

"Yes... yes I do" I shuffle on the sofa trying to get the most comfortable
I can. When finally settled I realize my one eyed cat friend is still sat
directly in front of me, his eye level with mine. "Hello" I mutter to him
in the typical pet voice we humans do. The cat tilts its head and
meows. "Could you move please?" I ask the feline in a marginally irritated
tone. The cat meows again, just as the door bell dings.

Sighing loudly I get off the sofa and the cat hops onto where I had been
lying down. Bastard I think to myself as I go to the front door. A tall
thin shadow stands on the other side of the oblique windows. BUZZZ. Goes
the door bell again. Carol appears silently behind me. The letter box flap
lifts up and an ear splitting KOOO EEEEEE rips through the corridor. "I
know your in there" A rather camp male voice shouts, "Alex where are you?"
Carol glares at me with a mix of amusement and terror. I return the
look. "Come on now little Alex don't be shy!"

"Who... who are you?" Carol asks barely loud enough.

"My, my would you believe it! You sound as feminine as me!" A cackle like
non I had ever heard before rattled my ears. "Now come along Alex open the
door like a good little boy, Jan sent me. I'm the Lion!" disbelief blooms
inside me like wild fire.

"How do we know?" I ask

"Oooo, not so camp now are we! Don't you sound gruff!" Another cackle
echoes about the house this time mockingly, "listen love, who else knows
your here, who else knows your meeting the Lion and who else is bloody
stood outside like a plum!" I look to Carol who shrugs, I look to the door
and ponder. Eventually I shrug and open the door. I am greeted by a very
thin tanned tall man wearing skin tight jeans, bright green leather winkle
picker shoes, a T-Shirt bearing the slogan: 'I'd rather be a quack than a
ducky' with the image of a rubber duck printed below. He was bald, he was
smiling, and in one hand he held a mobile phone and a pair of sunglasses,
in the other a holdall. "Oh finally, here take this" He hands me the
holdall as if it were as light as a feather. It wasn't. The shock of the
weight felt like it nearly broke my arm. "Now, Alex meet Brad. Brad meet
Alex" A small blonde haired boy appears from behind the man, "Sorry to
bring him, but his brother bless his heart fell over in the playground and
has lost a tooth. Mummy's had to go to the dentist to get it put back in
hasn't she?" The last statement was directed at the child, who nods shyly
then tries to hide behind the Lion's leg, who incidentally has other plans
and barges into the house, stopping dead in front of Carol.

"Oh my don't you look the spit of Ursula before I married her!" The lion
squeaked a hideous laugh and disappeared into the living room come
kitchen. Leaving Carol, Brad and I standing in the corridor a little
shocked. "She got it!" He screamed from out of sight, "I knew she would the
devil!" He came running as camp as tits back into the hall brandishing some
hideous vase. "The little witch she knew I wanted this!" He states as if
Carol and I knew exactly what he was talking about and returns to the
kitchens. It's then I manage to get to grips with the world, I still stood
holding the door open, Brad is next to me and Carol is staring stunned at
me.

Shaking my head to clear it and wake myself out of shock, I shut the door,
take Brad's hand and lead him into the kitchen, Carol following. There we
see the Lion stood in the center of the room, one slender hand on his hip
the other pressing a mobile phone to his head. "Jan dear, oh you little
witch you knew I wanted that Berkenborris Vase. I don't care what you say
your a horrible woman... yes, yes I'm here now... just about to
dear... what... no tell her go to Florence and Peepee's, not that old
crow. Yes give them my name. Love you byes!" The lion finally turns to face
Carol and me, we're stood before him like we'd seen a ghost. "Your mother,"
he says to me in a disproving tone, head wobbling like a bladder on a
stick, "was just about to commit hair dressing sin. Thankfully we got to
her in time" The Lion looks down at the child now clinging to my leg. "Go
play with Bongo son, daddy's got work to do"

Son, son! There is no gods given way this man is a heterosexual. "I know
what your both thinking" he says looking at us with a knowing grin, "I'm to
old to be their father! But honestly I'm only 36, I just look older than I
am. It was them years on the boats... turned me into a dried old prune, or
a coconut... without the hair, no that doesn't work. Anyway Jan tells me
your in a little bit of bother and need to get to Italy ASAP without a soul
knowing but we three your mum and Jan. Am I right?" Carol and I both
nod. "Excellent, well first things first, passports. You got yours here?"

"Erm no" I mutter.

"No worries my lovelies. Backs against that wall. Not the first time you've
heard that I imagine Alex!" The Lion cackles. We do as instructed though
somewhat reluctantly on my part, and he quickly takes our mug shots with
his mobile phone. "OK, one moment" The Lion dials another number on his
phone and assumes his previous stance but this time strutting about the
kitchen, he looks like a mannish hula girl. "Bravos my lovely, sending you
two photo's as we speak, yes I need passports... what do you think you
silly twit, British and by tonight... don't use that tone with me dear I
know where you live, and your mother! Names... erm..." the lion looks about
the room. "Minty Spear" he says after he spies a pack of mints in a bowl,
and "Egbert Panning" no prize's for what caught his eye then. "I also need
a third but I'll send you that photo later, name... oh
erm... Poppy... Poppy Panning" I groan inwardly. I'm fucking called
Egbert. "What? Ages? Oh... Minty is 30, Egbert 28, Poppy, Oh I'd say about
60 odd. Make the dates of births up Bravos, god gave you a brain fucking
use it" he hung up and grinned at Carol and I. "What?" he asks eventually
noting our obvious disapproval.

"Minty!?" Carol states angrily.

"Minty! Fuck Minty what about Egbert. Oh yes, that's a great one that is,
very inconspicuous. Fucking Egbert" I rant.

"Have no fear dears, Uncle Lion knows what he's doing, your not the first
birds I've helped fly the nest you know! Now... look... Carol love body
armor is so last decade, and Alex love, you look like you've been through
the wars! Sexy as the wanna-be Die Hard look is, it's not you, and not
appropriate. You need to be..." I hold my tongue whilst he's thinking, well
what I assume to be thinking that is, hes staring at the ceiling clicking
his fingers by his chin as he taps a foot. "I'm thinking sexy" he head
begins wobbling from one side to another, "I'm thinking glamor, I'm
thinking... yes... that's it" Like some camp crazed genie he grabs the
heavy holdall and starts pulling garments out left right and center. Like
Mary Poppins bag countless shirts, shoes, trousers, dresses come tumbling
out.

There is no way, no matter how good at packing you are, of getting all
those clothes in one bag.  The Lion, now proceeds draping clothes all over
us. Occasionally he would smile then he would cringe and throw something to
the floor. "You know there's nothing I can do... until we get those mops
sorted. You look like beggars.... unless... no beggar chic is in two years
time, not yet, to soon, unless" He shakes his head turns for a moment and
stares at nothing. He whips out his phone again and dials. "Gloria, it's me
dear, cotton, rough spun stained if possible buy as much as you can and
leave it in warehouse nine... I know it leaks thats the point. Take care
love, speak soon" He hangs up, looks up at me bemused and smiles before
dialing again. "Riggy, get to Jan's I need your services pronto!"

Everything after that was... insane to be frank. Riggy turns out to be the
Lions Hair personal hair guru. Exactly why a balf man needs a personal hair
guru I'll never fathom. After a few hours of washing, cutting and styling,
Carol and I are paraded up and down for Riggy and the Lion in various
different garment combinations. After what feels like an eternity we seem
to be done, and glancing in the mirror I do indeed look like a million
dollars, but I'm not exactly comfortable in it. "I liked the way I looked"
I declared at the end staring at myself in an all black ensemble.

"Yes you did, but... Egbert doesn't, your no longer Alex Moon you are
Egbert Panning and Egbert wears what your wearing!" I frown and give up I
realize this is a battle I'm not going to win. Carol the traitor is totally
happy, she swirls and spins and she loves her new curly blonde streaked
hair. She smiles happily at me.

"Oh my love your teeth! We'll have to get them seen to pronto" The Lion
whips his trusty mobile phone out again and dials a number. I laugh at the
now not so pleased face of Carol. Carol's teeth weren't bad just a little
crooked, hardly noticeable when you know her "Hello Kenmore I need an
emergency Veneer... and you might as well add a whitening in for tonight as
well" The Lion says looking at me. How the tides have turned! Smoking does
pay its tole on the old ivory's. Carol glares at me with subdued
triumph. Now preened and dressed I feel alien in my own skin. That is when
my mother and Jan arrives in a howl of laughter. They plod into the living
room burdened with shopping bags looking every bit... not my mother. She
looked very much as she had done all those years ago at the beginning of
her career. Fresh buoyant and happy, dripping in vintage. Mother stops dead
in her tracks as she stares at me and carol.

The Lion laughs and declares in a very camp but important tone: "Poppy
Panning meet your son Egbert and your assistant Minty Spear" my mother just
stares a moment then nearly bowls over laughing.

"Alex, you look... different!" she laughs, "and Carol what a
transformation, but..." she looks at the Lion.

"The teeth" he says nearly pained, "all in hand my love"

"You are a maestro Leo" My mother tells him, so that's his
name. Genius... I think not. Carol seems somewhat upset by the manner they
talk of her teeth.

"I do my best, your Dragon-ness" He says bowing low with a cheeky
smile. Hours ago my mother was protesting against using the Lion, now
they're as chummy as anything. I am so confused. My mother, Riggy and Leo
the Lion begin chatting away about what ever hair dresser he sent her to,
whilst I desperately need a cigarette, but just as I light up one for me
and one for carol another BUZZZ rings and Jan goes to answer the front
door. It's... it's... the dentist. I can sense their evil. Christ you can
even get door to door dentists in London now. Kenmore turns out to be just
as camp as the Lion, but doesn't speak as much, or even at all. However one
look at Carol's teeth and he nearly breaks down in tears.

In my opinion they're not that bad. But obviously to these super sensitive
fashion folk they are the scourge of the earth. With less than a moments
hesitation he whisks Carol away into a different room. Anxiously I wait,
partaking in the occasional beverage, whilst the others chat mindlessly (in
my opinion) on what's going on in the world of London. I had briefly lived
in the City between fights with the ex... ex, and work. I wasn't a fan of
the city. There was not one thing I could say I loved about the place,
other than... well the place, but there was a million and one things I
hated I could quite easily list.

In the back ground some vintage kids TV was playing. I loved the theme tune
as some crazy spring bound mustachioed boy hopped about the screen with a
hairy dog. The G&T's were well and truly kicking in when Carol emerged with
a slightly numb mouth but a gleaming pair of perfectly straight white
teeth. She grinned ludicrously at me, now the nightmare was over she loved
what she had come away with... a little to much. The trouble now is, its
now my turn, and that I did not like.

Shaking with near trepidation I entered the room. I hate dentists ever
since a nightmare I had when my brother dressed in white tried to force a
power drill in my mouth. The sad side of the nightmare was it actually
happened, thankfully the drill wasn't on, but still it had a lasting
impression. My brother it turns out is a sick and twisted bastard. Many of
my neurosis's come from his cruel jests.

Surprisingly it didn't take long, a gum guard filled with a gel and hay
presto I had white teeth. Then a second gum guard with a different type of
gel. One that would create an artificial coating on my teeth that would
protect them from staining,and before I knew it I was kicked out of the
room to greet everyone else with gleaming white teeth. It's amazing just
the difference squeaky clean glistening white teeth can make. Whilst sit
about the dinning table sharing drinks and laughing Kenmore slips out to
terrorize others with his dentist bag of evil. I find with alcohol I am
growing more comfortable in my new garb, however different it makes me
feel.

I smile a little that night, and it feels like the first time in ages. But
as the others chat and joke and laugh and do all the sorts of things a
mishmash of people do, I begin to ache inside. I suddenly realize I miss
Ian. Not the scary psychopathic Ian that tries to push me out of windows,
but the nice Ian. The one that would sit beside me and hold my hand, the
one who would place a strong hand on my shoulder, the one that would laugh
at my jokes and tell me I'm cute. I miss him, and suddenly I can't continue
with the charade. I excuse myself as best I can and retreat upstairs. The
stairs seemed to wind up and up, but I eventually came to a crowded attic
with a window that opened out onto the roof. I find myself scrabbling out
onto the tiles to stare at the sky as the sunset died behind a line of
skyscrapers. I was alone with my thoughts, but it was more than that, I was
truly alone. I stared at my hands. I shake my head in dismay.

"My life will never be the same" I mutter out load.

"No, no it wont" I heard my mother confirm from inside the attic. I hadn't
heard her follow and jump nearly loosing my grip and slide down the tiles,
when I've regained myself my mother looks at me with knowing eyes and
motions for me to shuffle over. I do.

"What's going on mum?" I ask despairingly as she scrambles out on to the
roof. I offer her a hand but she waves it away. As she takes a seat on the
roof tiles, she sighs and places an arm around my shoulder and pulls me
towards her. I place my head on her shoulder.

"Life my son, life" She says quietly, it occurs to me at that moment I've
not been called son in a while. It makes me feel warm inside, it's such a
pathetic simple thing but it makes me feel like I'm wanted, wanted for me
rather than what I can be, or can do... I feel a tear welling up in my
eye. I chastise myself. In the past few days I've cried more than I had in
years.

"I don't think I can ever love again mum" I say
sheepishly. "He... he... tried to kill me!" It was the first true time I
had managed to say it without skirting the truth. The bastard had tried to
kill me.

With her grip tight about my shoulders she pulled me even harder against
her, "You will, you will" She cooed in my ear, "because your not the only
one who can see the future. The moment I brought you into this world I knew
you were special, I knew you were one in a billion. You are strong, you are
wise, you are clever, and you are handsome. You are everything I saw in
that moment I brought you into the world, and you will have the most
handsome deserving lover in the world. You see, my baby, its not that you
don't deserve them. They haven't deserved you, and somewhere out there is
someone worth their weight in gold and will love you just as much as I
do. Will care for you just as much as I do. He may not be around the next
corner, he may not even be up the street, he could be on the other side of
the world, but he will be looking for you, and when you find him... you
will know, and then and only then will you love again, and love only him. I
promise you Alex. I promise you with all my heart it will happen" She
kissed me on the brow and looked up at the sky. Between the clouds and the
smog a few stars twinkled. "Look!" She said happily, "it's Mr Frog!" I
laughed. As a child I could never read the stars like my brother or my dad
could, I could never see the patterns the ancients had set out. Orion's
Belt, the Plow, the Great Bear they had all meant nothing to me, but Mr
Frog. He was the only stars I could see as a child, and I had named
them. Only Mum and I could see Mr Frog and to see those stars that night
made me laugh, and laugh and laugh. It had been so long, to long since I
had felt like child again.

Sometime later we rejoined the others to find that our new passports had
arrived. I joked that I wished the post office could be so quick, but no
one other than Carol found it funny. Before I could say squiggly pig the
next gears in the machine were in motion and a large black car pulled up
outside. As the Lion lead us upstairs, he motioned towards the door opened
by the driver. "Ladies and Gentleman your chariot awaits!" he
declared. Somewhat begrudgingly I get inside followed by my mother and
Carol. The Lion joins us after instructing his son to stay with Jan.

As the car sets in motion my mother chirps up whilst lighting a long
cigarette, "So Leo my friend how much is this costing me?"

"Oh my love, why nothing of course, anything for the Dragon!" he declares

"I see..." my mother mutters, she glances over Carol and I and glares at
the Lion once more, "but what about them?"

For a second, a very brief second he looks uneasy, and suddenly composes
himself. "A very small price" he says arching his fingers, "Only they're
lives, in a figurative sense of course"

"What?" Carol and I declare in unison.

Grinning the Lion begins, "Alex, Carol, I've given you new lives, new
identities, a new life style" he produces a series of bank cards and hands
them to us. "The PIN's are 0000 change them when you get to Italy. All I
ask in return is your old lives, names, birthdays everything you owned,
everything you had saved it's all mine now"

"I... I..." I stumble over the words.

"Those bank cards hold more money than you could ever dream to
spend. Consider it an exchange from a meager life, to a grand new one. You
are healthy, you are rich, you are everything most dream to be!"

"But..." Carol begins.

"You will never be the people you were. You are, my creations! I am an
artist after all" I couldn't believe what I heard. My whole life as
'meager' as the Lion put it was no longer mine. How... how could I be
anything but Alex. "After all it's only paper!" The Lion concluded.

We rode in silence after that, my mother staring out the window, she knew I
realize, she knew the price. Perhaps it was for the best. Alex and Carol
had committed crimes, but Minty and Egbert... fucking Egbert... were free
and innocent. Let's see how long these identities stay untainted I think to
myself.

We arrive eventually at some murky riverside dock on the Thames, and there
sat bobbing on the water was a pristine sea cruiser named... the Sea Lion
no less. It was gleaming white and blue, with a large silver lion painted
on the front. "All aboard my lovelies, this here humble vessal will be your
home on the trip to Italy, and dear little Captain Spice here will make
sure you get there safe. Much love to you all, but this fairy godmother has
got wishes to make true elsewhere" The Lion announced as we shuffled along
the gang plank. The sun was setting over the city and through the gloom I
could see the Lion climb back inside the vehicle whipping out his mobile
phone and immediately talking to someone else. I'm left wondering if we
could really trust the Lion.

Inside the boat we are allocated a cabin each, well I say cabins, they were
more like the size of my first flat! Each was decorated with a typical
nautical theme, all polished wood and white and blue stripes. Beside my bed
were two black suitcases. I drag one up onto the bed, its full of clothes,
all my size. All black and white. The other suitcase holds shoes and other
accessories. I explore the rest of the cabin. There's a well stocked
minibar, a luxurious en suite, a comfortable seating area, with sound
system and home cinema set up complete with audio/visual hard drive and
various games consoles. Beside the wide bed is a sliding door that opens
onto a private deck that runs the length of the cabin.

I collapse into one of the armchairs. I could get used to this I say to
myself. Some time later, as I doze in an arm chair, in the early hours of
the morning the yacht sets sail and we drift down the Thames. Come morning
there was a knock at the door. I get up to open the door to find a handsome
young man bearing a tray of food.

"Good morning sir" The young man says with a bright white smile. He is
young, around eighteen I'd say with a gorgeous grin and dark eyes set in a
nicely tanned face framed by black hair. "I have brought you breakfast may
I set it out for you?" I nod allowing the young man to enter. He crosses
the cabin to the seating area and bends over to places the tray down. I
gape at his perfect bubble butt, cupped in his white shorts. I shake my
head trying to compose myself. "Tea or coffee sir?" he says turning back to
me, a slight grin upon his lips.

"Oh, oh tea" I mumble

"Very good sir" he says and pours me a cup, and gestures to me sit. I shut
the door and sit. He continues to serve me my breakfast, of cereal, tea,
toast, orange juice, yoghurt and fruit. "I hope this pleases sir?" He says
finally. I notice now he has a slight accent.

"Yes, yes it does, tell me what is your name?"

"Oh Mario, sir"

"Very good, and where are you from?"

"Italy sir"

"Oh we're heading there now" I smile at the man, he smiles back and
nods. His skin looks so smooth and soft. "I will return when you are
finished with your breakfast sir" and he left. Slightly bemused I was left
to my food and I happily munched away, realizing I hadn't really eaten
since breakfast the day before. When I was finished I explored the home
cinema system. The hard drive had an extensive range of movies and TV
series, and also quite an extensive range of porn, broken up into three
categories, gay, straight and lesbian. Naturally inquisitive I begin to
peruse the gay category. Unbeknownst to me as I am giggling away at some of
the more creative titles Mario returns.

"May I clear the plates sir?" He asks as I jump clean out of my skin
embarrassed.

"Oh, Mario, god, I didn't see you... sorry I was just looking!" I fumble
with the remote control and switch the TV off. Thank Christ I wasn't having
a wank I'd have had a heart attack.

"It is quite alright sir" Mario says as he finishes clearing the plates,
"You know sir I have been asked to make sure you want for nothing during
this trip" he adds with a sly wink, "nothing at all"

"Oh well, erm, thank you Mario, really, I'll let you know" I stand up to go
open the door for him but Mario places the tray back down and turns and
grabs me gently by the arm, pulling me to his thin strong body and pressing
his lips against mine. Breaking from them he mutters, "anything" I gulp,
before he kisses me again. Suddenly I find myself lost in the moment, and I
throw my arms around the young man ripping his tight white polo shirt from
him tanned muscled body. My fingers caress his soft naked skin as my mouth
sucks hungrily on his neck. Mario moans gently as my hands grasp at his
crotch. His dick is hard and thick, throbbing within my grasp. Mario's own
hands now begin fumbling at my shirt undoing the buttons and then to the
belt of my trousers. I wriggle out of them as I yank Mario's shorts down,
revealing he's wearing a slim black jockstrap, his large dick stretching
the pouch obscenely. Dropping to my knees I begin to lick and suck
passionately at the smoothy stretchy fabric of the underwear. His smell
fills my nostrils and makes me crave for more. His hands clutch at my head
pressing my face against his meaty cock. I look up at the beautiful young
mans face and smile as his growls in a sexy low tone, eye's shut pointing
to the ceiling. Gripping his waist I turn him around and press my tongue
against his ass. Mario leans over slightly to allow me access to his tight
boy hole. I lavish his anus with my tongue, getting it wet and ready and
without warning I thrust two fingers deep inside him. His hole clenches
tightly around the intruders but quickly adjust. Mario gyrates against my
probing hand and moans gently. Soon I can't take any more and I have to
fuck him. His beautiful round ass just begged to be pounded and I couldn't
resist any longer. Standing I thrust the boy over an armchair, whip my own
dick out of my underwear, lube up with spit, align and thrust. With little
ceremony I plunge deep into the boy. He was tight and warm and wonderful.

At first he yelped against the intrusion but he soon adjusted and accepted
my probing dick. Pretty soon we had established a good rhythm and we were
fucking like beasts. I leaned over the boy as I continued my fucking and
reached for his own dick with my right hand. I gripped the throbbing member
through the fabric of the black jockstrap. I could feel the copious amounts
of precum oozing through the black fabric. With my thumb I plucked the
waistband away from Mario's body and tucked it beneath his ample nuts. My
hand gently caressed the hot throbbing dick, teasing the tip of the helmet
and his bollocks with gentle flicks. As our passion increased I took his
swollen cock in my hand and started pumping it furiously, in time with the
pounding of his ass.

In moments my orgasm arrived with full force, and I pumped my many shots of
hot jizz deep into his ass, until finally there was no more. Instantly
Mario pulled himself off and thrust his throbbing dick towards my panting
mouth. Without hesitation he drove it deep inside my mouth and began
fucking my lips until he to reached climax. Thick hot streams of spunk
pumped their way down my throat, and I eagerly accepted. Both now spent
Mario removed his ample penis from my mouth and smiled before tucking his
meat back into their jockstrap. Scrambling to my feet I to pulled my
underwear up.

"Well... erm, yeah!" I say awkwardly scratching the back of my neck. I
smile at the boy who grins back somewhat sheepishly.

"I had better get the breakfast things back to the kitchen" he says as he
pulls his shorts on and tight little polo shirt. He picks up the tray and
smiles. I on the other hand just stand in my underwear staring at the cute
man. It had all happened so fast I didn't really know what to think. A
thought occurs to me, I don't need to know what to think, Egbert doesn't
want to know, Alex would but Egbert doesn't. Just as the Lion said.

Egbert... though... fucking Egbert. I'm changing my name the first moment I
can I vow. Mario see's himself out of the room with little else said and I
turn to the suitcases and begin to select some clothes for the day. I
settle for a pair of black pinstripe trousers with a pair of black skater
trainers and a tight black polo shirt. I decide its high time to find the
women and see the rest of the boat. Leaving my cabin I wander down the deck
and enter into a large central chamber which is set out like a large open
space, the whole back wall a solid wall of glass. Beyond which is another
sun deck where I find my mother and Carol sitting reading magazines. Now
we're still in the English Channel and its not exactly clement, but the
fresh sea air is bracing and the sun is quite bright though not
particularly warm. I approach the women and greet them.

"Good morning!" My mother beams, Carol glances from the magazine and smiles
before returning to whatever article she was reading. My mother sniffs the
air. "My, my someones been a naughty boy" my mum smacks me gently with her
magazine. I stare at her in disbelief, I don't smell, beside I'd dowsed
myself with some cologne before leaving the cabin just in case, "go on who
was it? Oh was it Dixon he looks... mmm, or was it Ben?"

"Mother! I've done nothing" Carol snorts.

"And I'm a donkey, come on, out with it, who was it!"  I take a seat by the
table, and absently pick up a magazine.

"I honestly don't know what your talking about!" I persist. Carol places
her magazine down on the table and looks at me with one of "them"
looks. The kind all men try to avoid.

"We heard you!" She tells me bluntly. I instantly flush red all over. My
mother bursts into a cackle and Carol returns to her reading.

"Well boy! Spit it out! Or did you swallow. AH HAHAHAHA" My mother erupted
into fits of laughter unlike anything I've ever heard her do before. Carol
begins to chuckle and despite my despair I have to laugh a little.

"It was Mario" I concede. Both Carol and mother nod to each other, and
Carol reluctantly hands over a ten pound note.

"Good choice" My mum says, "Next time just make sure you switch Privacy on
yes baby?" she returns to her magazine smiling. For the rest of the day we
do pretty much nothing important. We read, watch television and play some
cards. Just after midday we take lunch on the deck and come the evening we
dine with the captain. It's a a very strange experience. There is a crew
near ten upon the White Lion all to serve the three of us. That night Mario
comes to my cabin to see if "wanted anything" and I fucked him again. This
time with the cabin's privacy setting on. He slept beside me until the very
early hours before he snook off to do his duties. The second day was to my
disappointment much like the first however I did discover the jacuzzi
setting my en-suites bath. This I enjoyed for much of the evening. Come the
third day I was growing very tired of the voyage and the confinement of
vessel. I had read everything I had wanted to read, non of the magazines
truly interested me, and though fucking Mario was fun, there is only so
much of a good thing you can have.

It was the third night on board when the dream came. It had been so long
since I had suffered a vision that I had nearly forgot what they felt
like. It tore me from my slumber and jolted me out of bed. My head pounded
violently as the images filled my mind. The sky dark and heavy with
pregnant clouds thundering above. Huge waves crashed against a small rocky
island capped with a peculiar lighthouse. A winding path carved its way
around the island, and I was there. This was the first time I had had a
vision of myself. I thought afterward that might have been why the vision
hurt so much. It went as quickly as it came, and I found myself knelt upon
the floor clutching my head between my palms.

Mario was staring at me aghast from the bed, muttering some prayer in Latin
or Italian I couldn't tell. I quickly recovered from the ordeal stood and
ransacked some shelving for a pen and paper. Grabbing a small notepad I
sketched the lighthouse and flung it at Mario.

"What is that?"

"It's Leonardo's Lighthouse, a replica of one of Da Vinci's designs built
off the coast from Venice"

"Tell the captain that's our new heading" I said as I flung myself into a
chair.

"But we're due to arrive at..."

"Tell the captain that that is our new heading and if there is a problem he
talk to me" I pointed to the cabin door and Mario quickly gathered his
things and fled carrying his clothes and shoes in his arms. I toyed with
the intercom that sat on the little coffee table and buzzed Carol.

"Wha..." she mumbled sleepily.

"I've had another vision" I said abruptly.

"...OK, I'm coming" She said after the necessary moment she needs to
process words when just woken. She found me moments later sipping on a very
large and strong vodka tonic. She sits opposite me and pours herself
one. "I saw your mum shes taking on one of the engine technicians at a
drinking game. Shes winning" Carol informed. I force a smile. "Did it hurt?
What did you see"

"It hurt like no other, and I saw... I saw myself, this is the first time
I've ever seen myself in a vision. It felt strange. Wrong somehow"

"What were you doing?" She asked curiously sipping her vodka.

"Climbing the stairs up to Leonardo Da Vinci's replica Lighthouse off the
coast of Venice. I've instructed the captain to change course for Venice.
We might need to speak to Mario aswel. He seemed pretty freaked out" Carol
nods, and pats my hand. We sit there in silence for awhile until finally I
admit defeat to the vodka and crawl back into bed. Carol lays down next to
me and hugs me as I fall into an uneasy sleep.