Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2007 08:48:26 -0400
From: J
Subject: Alex Rider: gold paint

With an incredulous Tom watching, Alex had smeared gold body paint on his
arms, neck and face. Tom examined Alex up and down. The boy was shoeless at
the moment. The silk trousers that were loose fitting, barely came up to
...well, Tom thought, they came up to a few inches below Alex's hips,
leaving the entire torso bare, a deep navel with a triangle design inside,
and large exapanse of skin below said navel and hips...Tom thought he saw
the briefest of a hair line there...light colored hair that matched Alex's
head of blond...but as he leaned in closer to get a better look, he caught
Alex staring at him. The velvet waist coat covered little. Alex's arms were
bare all the way up to and including the shoulders...his chest was bare,
sporting cold thick pointed nipples. It was cold in Venice after all, even
though the summer was just ending. The waist coat hardly covered the lower
two ribs on either side of Alex's body. Alex smiled and handed the body
paint jar to Tom. Tom smiled back. He hoped Alex didn't notice...who's
kidding, this kid notices everything, Tom thought. But even so, Tom tried
to hold the jar infront of his own crotch so Alex would not detect the
involuntary reaction Tom had already had.

Tom smeared gold paint in his palms and on his fingers. He put the jar down
and stood behind Alex. The silk trousers were see through and Alex didn't
sport any shorts beneath, nor underwear for that matter. Tom tried to avert
his eyes from the tight golden globes that were showing through the silk
nonsense. Eyes widened. Tom swallowed.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I..."  Tom fumbled. "This is so ridiculous..."

"No, it's so Turkish slave boy...it's how I'll get in..."

Tom thought, I wish I could get in now. "Okay, okay..."

"Don't be bashful. It means nothing."

Maybe to you, Tom thought and frowned. He stuck both hands under the waist
coat and up past Alex's very muscled back and laid them on his shoulders
and began to finish the shoulders from under and out the large arm openings
to get the gold color all over. As Tom worked, moving his hands and fingers
all over Alex, from shoulders to back to under arms, he was, at first,
unaware of the reaction his body was having. His fingers found chest and
nipples. Tom sprouted. He could feel thick mammory. His pants pointed
out. He moved back a bit, hoping not to bump into Alex accidentally...or
maybe, he wanted to, just to find out Alex's reaction to that. This boy
body was so smooth, so hairless. Tom looked down and noticed the middle of
Alex's lower back. "You missed a few spots down here..."  he shoved his
hands down the back of Alex's waist band and rubbed, his hands just hitting
the tops of those hot boy globes.  Tom rubbed and smeared. He put his hands
down, down, down, then up and around. Alex jerked a bit, involuntarily.
Alex ignored it, thought nothing of it. But he, too, was having a reaction.
The same as Tom's. He wiggled a bit. It wouldn't do to have a horny Turkish
slave boy escorting guests into the Widow's Palace. Tom peered over Alex's
shoulder, now leaning in to him, not caring if his boner would be felt on
Alex's lower quarters. He looked down, "You missed some on your belly..."

Alex nodded, "Well, do it...then..."

"This is...okay."  Tom rubbed along Alex's hips from behind and moved his
hands smoothly over the bones of the hips and all around them, making
circles all about the skin. He had to, once more, dip below the waist band
and out again. He moved his hands to the front of Alex, spreading gold,
making pale Brit skin into gold dark Turk skin. He found his favorite part
of the boy...hard muscled abs, a washboard, flat belly, totally hot to
Tom. Tom rubbed the mountain of abs and stuck his two pointer fingers into
Alex's navel. Alex winced and jerked back as though stabbed in the stomach.

"Hey..."

"You have to get inside the belly button or it'll show as English ..."  Tom
laughed.

Alex laughed. "okay, okay..."

Tom fingered Alex's navel with relish...gold relish. Below he was wet. He
figured Alex might be, also.

Alex felt wet but moved around a bit to try to hide that fact. As Tom
continued to finger him, finished, withdrew fingers from navel and moved
his hands all along Alex's ribs...Alex stuck his hands down his pants and
used his hands to conceal the wetness or to stop it from messing up his
costume.

As Tom rubbed Alex, he leaned in purposefully. He shut his eyes and threw
his head back in ecstasy. It was all he could do to keep from moaning
loudly. In fact, his breathing accelerated.

Alex was snorting also. He let out a slight moan.

Tom felt tingles coming and rising. His stomach felt chills and tingles, a
warmth rising from there to spread out from stomach to his chest. Just
behind each pec, he felt a gentle warm feeling, a sort of kinder version of
butterflies. He knew it was love. This spread to his heart and up his arms
from his shoulders. His lower lip quivered and his mouth was dry and wet at
the same time. He opened his eyes and looked over Alex's shoulder. Alex
swiveled hips.

"Do you mind?"

"HUH?"

"Can you get me a tissue?"  Alex asked.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Don't move. I didn't finish..."

"Me neither..."

Tom ran to a box, grabbed a ton of tissues, knocked the box off the hotel
furniture and scrambled to put some between his own manliness and his
shorts. As he did so, he hobbled back to Alex, who didn't see any of
this. Leaving tissues between his own member and his shorts, and feeling
wetness colliding with hairless boy skin, Tom put tissues down Alex's
pants.

"Blimey..."

Tom quickly withdrew...  "Uh, sorry..."

"Not that. I can do somethings myself, you know...you don't have to be so
good to me..."

"Do you mean...?"  Tom wasn't sure if Alex meant the tissues or if he meant
something else. Did Alex want Tom to bring him off?  At this moment, Tom
himself was totally brought to full tuition. He moaned and leaned back,
bending slightly, then drew himself up to his own (short) stature as he
climaxed. He gasped but tried to do it without drawing Alex's attention. A
full load unburdened itself from his shaft and filled his tissue laden
shorts. It hung there loosely. He wanted to retreat.

Alex swallowed and was jerking himself as he filled the tissues and Tom was
sure his shaft head was so large, that it must have reached the top of the
low hanging silk trouser shorts. Alex must have shot the load all over his
belly and wiped it fast with the tissues or maybe he shot it into the the
tissues and the feeling exacerbated the tingling of it all and made him
shoot some more. Alex wiped. He quickly put the tissues on the bed and
looked down at himself. His navel dripped. "Uhmn, Tom..."

"Yeah?"  Tom breathed out, gasped out really. He tried to control his heavy
breathing some more.

"I don't think the gold paint quite took in this area..."  Alex turned
around fully for the first time since they started and Tom went wide eyed
as Alex fingered his own big, thick navel, "Can you redo it? Do it again?"

"For you?"  Tom smiled a big one. "I sure can...come on over here..."  Tom
picked up the jar he put on the bed...