Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 18:55:01 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On......Part XIII......

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relationship between two homosexual teens.  If you are offended by two people
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        This is a true story, most of it taking place during 1972.  Some
individuals names have been changed and the Names of Some Places have been
changed for reasons of Privacy.
    The Author is Terrence 'TJ' Julian with additional input from Andrew van
Ryan.
    Thanking all of you who have e-mailed us!  We enjoy your comments.
                        Wishing love for you all,
                                                        TJ and Andy


 		Anything to Turn You On....
				         Part XIII
			         By Terrence "TJ" Julian
			           Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved

	Later on we showered together and chatted about the recent changes
in our life. Andy commented how it seemed unfair homosexual couples
couldn't be married.
	He summed it up as he sighed and remarked "If there was a way, I'd
commit my life to you in a second".  "Oh, Andy. I wish it was possible,
too. You already know I want to spend my life with you. A ceremony to tell
the world of our love would make it all complete" I dreamily
spoke. "Perhaps someday things will be different" he sighed.
	"TJ, where are we going tonight?" he asked while scrubbing my back
"I'm not sure, Andy. To dinner then to a couple of private clubs, I guess"
I answered. "I'm not sure we're going to fit in" Andy remarked "I can't
imagine what these clubs will be like, either". I giggled a bit and replied
"Anita thinks it's really important for us to go. Maybe it will be fun. Who
knows!".
	I washed Andy's hair for him as he held his hands over his
eyes. "Oh, I love your hair!" I giggled as I ran my fingers through the wet
soapy mane. "Well of course you do" he droned in that wonderful Princely
voice of his. I rinsed the shampoo out and he shook the water from his
hair. Andy looked me over while he wiped the long wet locks from his
face. I noticed he was eyeing my tight bubble butt. "See something you
like?" I asked. "Yeah, turn around!" he instructed. I turned to face the
shower wall and bent slightly forward. "Wanna lick it?" I teased. "Yeah, I
think I do!" he responded "Maybe even fuck it!"  "Oh, yeah!" I sighed "I'd
like that!"
	Andy quickly knelt behind me and grabbed my hips. I gasped as he
suddenly thrust his tongue into my boy hole. "Oh, fuck Andy! I love it when
you do such naughty things to me!" He responded using his tongue to fuck my
asshole. "Oh, yes! I love the way that feels" I sighed. My hand found its
way to my rising love rocket. I began stroking my cock while feeling the
pleasure Andy was providing. He suddenly stopped and stood up. Quickly he
positioned himself behind me. Aiming for my wet pink ring he drove his
shaft into me with one slow smooth motion.
	"Oh, yeah!!" I gasped as he impaled me with his rigid boy
flesh. "Am I hurting you?" he asked softly. "No, keep going" I answered. He
began thrusting into me then pulling out to where only the very tip
remained held inside. He thrust a bit harder each time and it felt
wonderful. My tight outlet felt like a sheath being filled by Andys sword.
I bent over slightly more allowing him to plunge his entire length into me
and he began thrusting it in all the way up to the hilt. He began to
quickly pick up speed as I cried "Fuck me Andrew. Fuck my hole as hard as
you can!  Let me feel you fill it with your cum".
	"Oh, Yeah!" he suddenly gasped and began hammering my ass. His hips
smacked against me and made a loud slapping sound. My hand gripped my joy
handle and I flogged it as hard as I could. "I'm gonna cum soon! I want you
to watch me as I cum!" I shuddered as I said it. No more that ten second
later my orgasm gripped the backs of my young legs and vaulted upward
'Watch me cum! I'm cumming now!" I cried out. Andy rammed his throbbing
cock deep into me. I felt his hot wad splash the walls of my inner
cavity. The suddenly thrust from him fired my cum shot with more force than
ever before. The first stream splattered the wall as I groaned. Andrews
hand reached from behind and caught the second, third and the fourth stream
as I felt him fire into me. Holding his hand to my mouth I lapped at it
with my tongue "Oh, I love it!" he whispered in my ear. "How do you taste?"
he asked me. "Like sweet love" I replied. He lifted his hand to his lips
and licked at the remaining cum. Giving one final deep thrust into me he
spent his load.
	Andy wrapped both of his arms around and held me tightly against
him. As the water sprayed over us he kissed my neck and said "I'm in
heaven, TJ!". He slid out of me and I turned to face him. He was expecting
me to speak, but I said nothing. Instead I pulled him to me and held him in
an embrace that lasted for minutes. When our lips finally parted, I
whispered to him "Seventh Heaven".
	After we got dressed, Andy called Polly on the red phone. "Can you
meet us in the living room?" He asked "How soon?" Polly replied. "As soon
as possible" he stated. We made our way downstairs to find Polly coming up
them. "Oh Polly, I forgot to ask you to take the film in the camera to be
developed. I'll pay for it, so don't worry about the cost" Andy told
her. The three of us sat in the living room talking and chatting on again
about the Man in the Mini. "I'm dying to see the pictures" I
restated. "I'll take them in first thing Monday morning" Polly promised.
	Anita came 'round to collect us right at eight. We left via the
tunnel and met Alex who showed us to the new Jaguar Vanden Plas. "Oh, Andy
you're right!" I exclaimed "It IS a beautiful car!"  "Yes, and it won't
draw too much attention, either" Anita agreed. Alex said it would make
things easier for him. The Jaguar had no dividing window as did the
Rollie. "I don't have to pick up the intercom link in this car" he said "If
you have a change of plans you can just say so".  The three of us sat in
back with Anita in-between again. This we soon discovered was her favorite
way of traveling with us. It allowed Anita to talk to the two of us or to
fuss over one or the other.
	Alex drove down into Central London and past Hyde Park. We motored
past Harrods's, the massive department store and soon after arrived at the
restaurant. It was a very comfortable place that catered to the well to
do. Anita gave the name "Mr. Julian" when we entered and I could swear
everyone in the place spun around to stare. "Anita, why is everyone looking
at us?" I whispered. "This was your Fathers favorite place to dine,
TJ. Your name has great sway here". "I see" I replied as we were being
shown to our table.
	"This was your Fathers table, Mr. Julian" the Manager said. "It
will now be yours". I thanked him as he handed us menus. Anita ordered
drinks for us all. I noticed Andy puzzling over the menu. "Something
wrong?" I asked. "I did miserably in French class" he said. "Probably not
as bad as you think" I replied "Your trying to read Italian!"
	"In that case, I don't feel so bad" he grinned "Just order me what
you have TJ". I ordered for all of us when the waiter came. Anita had
suggested a wine to have with dinner so I had the steward bring that as
well.
	The meal was very enjoyable and we chatted to Anita regarding how
Andy and I felt being in England. She asked if we'd given any more thought
to making our permanent home here. Andy thought there was no reason to live
anywhere else unless one of the other homes was more to our liking "I can't
imagine they would be" he suggested "Everyone at the house seems to like us
and we like them. Except we've yet to meet the maid" he noted. "Oh, Anne is
your maid and the cook as well" Anita informed us. "She is?! Oh, that makes
it easier" I replied. "I thought there was another person yet to meet. We
like Anne".
	Andy said "I think we'll say yes to making our home here, Anita. Do
you agree TJ?" "Yes, I'm happy here" I replied "So, for the time being
Hampstead Heath will be Home".
	After finishing our meal, the wine and dessert, Anita requested our
car be brought around to the street out front. When informed our car was
waiting at the curb we exited. "Don't we have to pay?" Andy whispered. "You
have a monthly tab here" Anita explained. Alex stood holding the car door
for us and I headed straight towards him. I was almost to the car when I
heard a voice shout "Excuse me!" A flash stunned my eyes as I turned to
look.
	"Damn it!" Anita cried as the photographer ran away. "Well, it was
bound to happen" she snapped "Come on, let's be going". "I guess we'll be
in the papers now" Andy sighed. "Won't be too much longer and they'll begin
to wonder who you are" I remarked. "Yes! Then the chase will really begin"
Anita commented "They'll all want to be the first newspaper to publish a
picture of you two in a compromising pose".
	Andy sat deliberating as we pulled away from the curb. "Unless we
decide who we want publishing the first picture of us together" he
remarked. "What do you mean, Andrew?" Anita asked. "Simply put, the press
will eventually find out about our relationship. When they do, they're
going to put photographers on our tail until they get a photo of us in a
suggestive or compromising pose. Now to avoid all that, we hire a
professional photographer and have him take posed photos of us
together. Then we release them to whom ever we decide. Perhaps with an
interview to go with the pictures as well". Anita returned "That might be
worth looking into, Andrew. What do you think TJ?" I thought it over for a
minute or two and then replied "Andy has a point. We won't have every
tell-all rag hunting us down If we announce we're a couple and release
photos to a well-respected publication. Only I don't want to do anything
until I OK it with Mother. I wouldn't want it to embarrass her".
	"Point well taken, TJ" Andy noted. Anita agreed saying "If your
Mother gives you her blessing, I'll approach the better magazines. We'll do
our best to keep out of the newspapers until then, OK? That means you boys
must be very careful when in public". We agreed to resist inferring any
relationship between us while out on the town.
	Alex drove on through London to the West End. The club was located
mid-block between two of the largest theaters in the area. When Anita gave
the doorman my name he jumped to attention "Yes, Mr. Julian! Right this
way". We were escorted into a large discotheque bathed in swirling colored
lights. The dance floor was surrounded by huge leather booths on three
sides. A solid walnut bar took up the remaining edge. We were shown to a
plush booth in the farthest corner. From there we could view the entire
club and dance floor. The Music was played at such high volume it impacted
against my body. Andy loved it!
	 We had no more than sat down when I heard a voice calling out
"Anita darling! How are you?!" A young man in his early twenties stepped up
to our booth and Anita shouted back. "Steven, dear! Good to see you! TJ,
Andrew. This is Steven Ward. He's one of Londons most successful young
songwriters. Steven, this is Terrence Julian and his friend Andrew van
Ryan". Steven thrust out his hand to me and as I shook it he said "Cheers,
mate! Anita tells me you're thinking about living here in London". "Yes, I
believe we are going to do just that" I answered. Steven then turned to
shake hands with Andy and said "I'm sure you'll love it here" Andrew
shouted to him "Care to join us?" Steven eyed Anita who nodded her head.
"Thanks! Don't mind if I do!" he said and sat next to Anita. "So, what are
the two of you doing in London?" he asked. "We're here viewing properties
owned by the company Anita works for" I answered. "Oh, into real estate?"
he inquired. "In a way" I replied.
	"Tell me Steven, how does one become a songwriter?" Andy
queried. "It's simple really. I started by writing songs with a partner and
he had the contacts to sell them. I now have a publishing company of my
own" Steven related "I've been writing by myself ever since my partner went
to the States. I really miss having someone to work with". Andys eyebrows
went up and he inquired "What did your partner do?"
	"He wrote the music while I wrote the lyrics" Steven
answered. "Well, come by the house" Andy announced "I write music but no
lyrics!"  "Really?" Steven asked "Do you have a piano?" "TJ does" Andy
answered. Turning to face me he asked "Would it be all right?"  "Sure! I
love hearing you play!" I smiled. "Great! How about I come round on Monday
afternoon?" Steven posed. "Fine with me" I declared. "Then it's a date"
Andy affirmed. Steven sat chatting about music and such with us for over an
hour before excusing himself. "I've got to get going home now. I'll see you
on Monday right?"  "About half one?" Andy suggested. "Right! See you then!"
Steven answered.  Steven had no more than left when I heard a heavily
accented voice shouting "Anita! Darling how are you!". I looked up just in
time to behold an immense woman stumbling towards our booth. She stepped
closer and I thought to myself "Oh, God NO!"  The woman was a bejeweled Zsa
Zsa Gabor look alike and she was stumbling drunk. Following along behind
were what appeared to be two young bodyguards. Totally uninvited, she
hoisted herself into our booth right alongside Andrew. Her bodyguards sat
in the empty booth behind ours and sternly surveyed the crowded dance
floor.
	"Anita! You've been holding out on me! Who are these beautiful
young men?" the middle aged woman exclaimed loudly in what I ascertained to
be a Germanic accent. "Boys, this is the Duchess of Orramand. Duchess, this
is Terrence, Allessandro Julian's son. This is his friend Andrew van Ryan"
Her eyes widened as she gazed towards my boyfriend. I thought to myself
'Oh, NO! She's going to make a pass at him!'
	The Duchess turned back towards Anita, exclaiming "What handsome
young gentlemen! Are they attached?" Before Anita could answer, Andrew
blurted out "Why yes! As a matter of fact, we're engaged!" The Duchess
appeared disappointed and she remarked "Ja? That is too bad. I was thinking
perhaps of inviting you home with me". Andrew smiled that half smile of his
and responded "Well, if the two of us weren't engaged I'm sure we'd have
taken you up on that offer". I glanced over at Anita, who was obviously
biting the inside of her lip and trying not to laugh.
	"Could we buy you a drink, perhaps?" Andy asked. "Oh well, I've
really had too much all ready" she responded in her thick teutonic
accent. "I really must be going now. Perhaps I can get that drink from you
in the future?" she quizzed. "Consider it a standing offer" Andrew declared
using his very best voice. Excusing herself the Duchess stumbled away in
search of other unattached young men in the club. With the bodyguards to
either side she appeared like a huge barge guided by tugboats as she weaved
her way across the dance floor.
	Anita finally let out her laughter. "Oh, Andrew!" she exclaimed
"You handled that quite well! The Duchess is well known for her sexual
encounters with young men and she seemed to have her eyes set on you!"  "I
noticed it too and it scared the hell out of me" he replied flatly "Hope
she forgets about that drink I offered". "Don't worry! She won't be back!"
Anita asserted "She's as pissed as a rat" "Pissed as a rat?!" I blurted
"What does that mean?!"
	"I believe the term used in America is drunk as a skunk" a voice
called from over my shoulder. Turning around I viewed a young man I
recognized. "Paul!" Andrew exclaimed "Good to see you!". It was Pollys
friend we'd met at the Flask. "What brings you here?" I asked. "I'm with my
friend, Tony" he replied. I noticed a dark haired dark eyed young man of
about twenty-two who was wandering towards us.
	"Who's your friends, Paul?" the young man asked. "This is TJ and
Andy" he replied "They're friends of Pollys" Turning towards Anita Paul
said "I'm afraid we haven't met". "This is Anita" I replied "She's a very
close friend of ours". "Hello, Paul" she said and then turned towards Tony
	"Hello, Tony! How have you been?" she asked. "Great, Anita! I'm
busy as can be these days! Lots of new bands I'm working with. How's things
with you?" At this point Andrew interrupted saying "The two of you know
each other, Am I right?".
	"Oh, yes!" Anita replied "Tony worked for me until his music career
took off, didn't you Tony?" Tony smiled and replied "Sure did!"  I spoke up
inviting Paul and Tony to join us. They cheerfully accepted my offer right
away. Sliding into the booth along side Anita Tony continued speaking "I
didn't catch your name. What was it again?" "TJ" I replied. A blank stare
crossed Tony's face then his eyes went wide. "Terrence?" he
uttered. "That's right, but everyone calls me TJ" I responded. Tony knew
exactly who I was and said "Oh yes, I recall hearing about you when I
worked for Anita".
	"So Tony, what do you do in the music business?" Andy suddenly
inquired. Tony looked to Andy and paused a moment. "I'm a record producer!"
he exclaimed. He seemed unnerved by my presence. "Oh, really?" Andy replied
"I take it you're a successful one?" Tony attempted to regain a bit of his
composure and replied "Quite successful, actually. I've had three number
one acts in a row now. Times are good for the 'Glitter Rock' scene". Paul
sat glancing back and forth between Andy and myself. I watched him while
his mind visibly raced with a thousand questions.
	He caught me staring so he remarked "Something tells me that you're
more than just friends of Pollys". I smiled and asked "How good are you at
keeping secrets?" Tony chimed in "If you tell Paul, it won't go any
further. I give my word on that!" I looked at Anita. She smiled and nodded.
	"Andy and I employ Polly and her Family" I told him. "Oh...!" Paul
nodded. "I know who you are and why all the hush-hush then. You need not
worry about me!" he stated "What I do best is keep secrets. It's required
by my job at the bank".
	Anita had mentioned some of the people who lived in Hampstead. I
figured Paul must deal with the accounts of some rather famous and wealthy
individuals. "Good" I replied "In reality, we're still just the two guys
you met at the pub last night. We really like being a part of the
crowd". "That's the good thing about living in Hampstead" Paul replied "A
great number of the people there are well to do or famous. Remember Richard
at the pub?" Paul asked in reference to a man Polly introduced us
to. "Yeah, sure" I replied. "He's an Actor. Has a series on BBC 1. You'll
see him on the telly every week, no doubt. Still likes his two and a half
pints every evening" Paul disclosed. "I can tell you about him. Some of the
others you met I can't" he winked.
	Andy turned to Tony and asked "I'm curious. What did you mean by
Glitter Rock?"  Tony grinned and said "Where have you been living?" "In the
States" Andy replied. "Ah, well then, that explains that!" Tony remarked
"Glitter is the current rage in the UK. Bands like T Rex, David Bowie and
Slade are what's selling records these days" he explained "See, here in
England the music scene is very 'trend' oriented. There are fashions that
go along with the trends and so Music and Clothes go hand in hand. See
those geezers at the bar?" Tony said pointing at three people standing
against the far end of the bar "They're into the Glitter scene"
	Andy and I turned to view the trio. They were decked out in satin
pants, glittered stretch t-shirts and platform shoes. All three had
haircuts that reminded me of the 'Haystack' cut sported by Faces singer Rod
Stewart, except two of them had brightly colored dye jobs. "That's
different!" Andy remarked. "Yeah and things are only getting wilder now
that Bowie revealed to the press he's bi-sexual. That's the new thing,
trend wise" he stated.  "What is?" Andy asked. "Telling the world about
your sexuality" Tony replied. "Really?" Andy quizzed. "And how is the
public reacting to that?" Tony replied "Since it's the current trend, only
the old and boring are sounding off about it. Everyone else thinks its
cool!"
	"So it's become a fashion to announce your sexual preferences to
the public?" I quizzed while looking in Anita's direction. "I guess that's
one more barrier Rock is going to knock down"............
		...................... Continued