Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 05:24:47 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On....Part XIX...

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    The story is true, however some names and some places have been changed
for reasons of privacy.  Additionally, some individuals identities have been
obscured beyond recognition.  Therefore, if you think you recognize yourself
in this story, you don't!
    The Author reserves all rights.  Copyright 2000.  Archival rights granted
to Nifty.
    The Author is Terrence 'TJ' Julian with additional input by Andrew Simon
van Ryan.
                Andys' Homepage is at:
http://members.aol.com/_ht_a/baronavr/myhomepage/profile.html

			Anything to Turn You On....
				 Part XIX
			  by Terrence 'TJ' Julian
		    Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved

	Lying in bed together Andy thanked me for his birthday party. "This
has been the best birthday I've ever had" he said "Thank you, TJ". "You
should thank Anita and Polly as well" I replied "They made all the
arrangements". "Yes, but I want to thank you in a special way" he giggled.
	Andy reached under the covers and gripped my cock with his hand. I
felt stirrings within my body as he began stroking me. I rolled closer and
slid my hand to where I could take hold of his stiffening flesh. Andy
shuddered as I kissed his lips. He moaned gently as I began to stroke him
in the rhythm he had established. His hand brought my pole to full
attention in no time. Soon we found ourselves locked up in a 69 position,
sucking and licking each others firm meat.
	I felt him tensing so I began to work harder on his tool. Andy
wanted my come and began sucking harder as he pushed and pulled my rod with
his lips. I felt a deep shaking begin in my legs as my orgasm
approached. Just as I felt my load begin to flow Andy fired into my
mouth. His sweet cum filled my mouth as stream upon stream flowed from him.
	I filled his mouth with the last birthday present I had to give. He
swallowed all of my cum, but I saved a bit of his in my mouth. I turned
around and kissed him, letting the last of it enter his mouth. "Ummm" Andy
moaned as he tasted his cum. When he broke the kiss he said "That was a
sweet surprise! Do I always taste that nice?" I smiled at him and replied
"Your cum always tastes like love". We curled up together and were soon
fast asleep.
	 Let me take a moment away from telling you our story. I wish to
express a personal thought right here. I wanted to tell you that having my
boyfriend hold me as I sleep is what I love most of all. I love being held
by him thought long cold nights or nights when the heat has made our bodies
wet with sweat. During nights when I was worried or times when I was drunk
with joy. He has held me when he was too sick with the flu to even sit
up. He held me when I was hospitalized after falling down a flight of
stairs and held me when my Mother died not too long ago. Andy has been
there holding me night after night, year after year. I hope he's holding me
in his arms when I die many years from now.
	Now back to our story.
	The morning light was filtering through the curtains. I was awake
and starring at him as he slept. He moved a bit and instinctively reached
out for me. His arm found its way around my waist and he pulled me close
with a sigh. I couldn't help smiling as I watched his unconscious quest to
find me. I saw that his expression changed from one of a slight frown to a
secure smile as he felt my body next to his. I lay there for over half an
hour watching his face before I decided to wake him.
	 Knowing how he would react I began to squirm within his
grasp. With very little movement from me, his eyes fluttered open. He set
his gaze upon the smile my face held and he grinned.
	"Hello, my handsome young man!" he greeted me. "Good morning, your
Excellency!" I replied. "Oh, That's right!" he replied as he stretched "I'm
a Baron! I can't wait to tell my mother!" He held me close in his
arms. "Terry, I love you. I can't imagine my life without you" he said
before kissing me soft and gently. As our lips parted I gazed deeply into
his eyes and remarked "Were there ever any two people more in love than we
are?" He smiled and said "Only in the imagination of Poets who never knew
of us".
	The following days were busy days. Andy wrote songs with Steven
while Polly and I worked out the details of our upcoming photo shoot. I
spoke with the Editor of UK Today and outlined the basis for an agreement
regarding the interview. Once we had that finished I set up the interview
to happen in our home on the following Monday. UK Today would send their
top reporter as well as sending Ben along. I decided it would 'feel' best
if we held the interview in the evening hours so, I invited them to dinner
as well. "Lets make it for 7:00 PM, shall we?" I recall saying.
	Winstons Equipment arrived on Thursday and his assistant labored
well into the evening to get it all set up. Andy and I slept in the other
bedroom that night, so as not to disturb any of the equipment. Friday
morning rolled around and after breakfast Winstons makeup and hair person
showed. She spent several hours washing, trimming and touching each of us
up. At three O'clock Charles showed up with Ben. Andy whispered "I told you
Ben wanted to see us naked!".
	We removed our robes and got into bed. Winston spent hours getting
us in the poses he wanted and snapping off roll after roll. Several times
Andy and I noticed Ben or Charles getting hard while starring at our teen
aged bodies. Several times Andy and I began getting hard while lying
against one another!
	At one point while Winston was resetting his equipment I fell
asleep with my head resting on Andys shoulder. The camera was above the bed
and when Winston got up on the scaffold, Andy had placed his finger over
his lips in a silent 'shhh'. Charles snapped the photo and remarked "That's
your cover shot!".
	We spent the next day doing more photos until about five in the
evening. Charles finally stated "We have all the shots we need here" All in
all he had taken over three hundred different pictures. Incredibly, the
photo he took of me napping on Andys shoulder was the one we chose for the
cover. It showed us from just above the pubic region and Andrew was
starring directly into the lens. This gave the effect of him starring at
the person viewing the cover and saying 'Shhh" to them!
	We held the interview on Monday. The Monday following we were given
the print copy to approve. With a few minor changes and a couple
corrections Andy and I signed the approval release and the story was
finished. All in all there were seven pictures of us together in bed. One I
loved had the two of us cheek to cheek and looking slightly downward with
blank expressions. Charles used a soft filter and to me this gave us an
'Angelic Waif' look. I later purchased this photo in a huge blowup. I still
have the picture hanging in the home in Cannes.
	The issue of UK Today was set for release in the second week of
May. Our picture on the cover was framed with the title 'The Baron and the
Billionaire". The subtitle of the article was 'Young, Rich and Homosexual:
the new morality'. As it happened, the issue of UK Today hit the stands two
days before we attended the concert at London Central Polytechnic. It sold
more copies in the first two days than any previous issue had ever sold!
	When we arrived for the concert it was obvious the cover had
created quite a stir! People starred and pointed as Andy and I entered the
hall. Our seats were in the second row and thankfully, Anita HAD sent two
bodyguards. We were drawing a great deal of attention and I realized we had
become celebrities. Then the lights dimmed and Stravinsky's 'The Firebird
Suite' blared from the sound system. We could see motion on the darkened
stage and when the Firebird suite reached its finale, the Spiders from Mars
ripped into "Hang on to Yourself".
	The stage lights flared on and center stage stood 'Ziggy', Bowies
androgynous creation. This proved to be one of the best concerts I've ever
seen.
	If there was ever a perfect time to appear nude with your boyfriend
on the cover of a national publication, this was it! Bowie was shocking the
music world and we happened to fall right into the whole scene! After the
concert we got invited backstage. Bowie had left but we spent over an hour
with Mick Ronson, the guitarist for the band. Andy and I were suddenly
treated as part of the 'in crowd' and soon found ourselves getting invited
to all kinds of parties and events. We had thought the cover would keep the
press away, but it didn't. They would photograph us where ever we went for
months afterward. I didn't matter though, for our interview had the desired
effect of showing us as a loving couple. We allowed ourselves to be seen
entering clubs hand in hand and several times the press printed photos of
us kissing in public. There were two newspapers that took a 'shame, shame'
attitude towards us, but on the whole we were treated as celebrities.
	It was early August when Anita received a tip from a 'friend' that
the police were considering arresting Andrew and myself on a 'morals'
charge. Anita decided to use Alessandro Internationals influence with the
government to halt the planned 'raid' and get them to back off. In the mean
time she insisted we take a 'vacation'. Just to be certain we wouldn't be
subject to arrest.
	Andy and I decided the best course of action would be to go aboard
the 'Roman Holiday' and spend some time in the Mediterranean. The ship was
being used by Alessandro International for meetings and was anchored in
Monaco. Since I had a home in Cannes, we decided to have the ship moved
there. Within 24 hours of receiving the tip, Andy, Polly, Steven, Anita and
myself were walking across the tarmac into Nice International Airport.  The
single story building sits facing the water and during August the
Mediterranean is filled with vacationers from all over Europe. We could see
sailboats and ships of all sizes as we entered the terminal. Anita pointed
to a huge oil tanker off in the distance and said "That's one of ours, TJ".
	We were met by our driver, Jean - Paul and taken to our home in
Cannes. This turned out to be the top two floors of a building situated
behind and across from the stately Carlton Hotel on Rue de Antibes. Andy
and Steven were relieved to find a Bluthner grand piano in the salon on the
first floor. There were two 'living' rooms, a dining room, kitchen, library
and study.  Connected to the kitchen was an apartment where Anne and Alex
would be staying when they arrived in a few days time. Upstairs were six
bedrooms. Two were Master bedrooms and the others were of various sizes.
As we entered the last bedroom I stopped dead in my tracks. It was a
nursery. There were toys and teddy bears and it was painted with colorful
animal characters on the walls. I had no memories of ever being in this
house until I stepped into that room.
	It hit me like a hammer as I viewed the stuffed animals. Here were
things that I knew from my earliest memories. As I looked I noticed a
framed photograph sitting atop the dresser. The photo was of an elderly
Alessandro Julian holding his beloved two year old Terrence on his lap. His
smile was broad as he starred at me from the photo. It was as if he was
saying "I'm proud of you, my son".
	I lost all control as the flood of memories hit me. Andrew caught
me as I fell, crying. "TJ, what's wrong?" he cried as I turned and threw my
arms around his neck. I couldn't answer him. Andrew quickly surveyed the
room and spotted the photograph. He asked "That's him, your Father?". I
nodded as I wept. Holding me tight Andrew said "He's smiling at you, TJ. He
still loves you". I nodded as my tears flowed freely. I found myself
suddenly recalling my Father holding me as a child and I could hear his
voice in my head, saying "You are the joy of my life, mio bellissimo
figlio". I broke down into deep sobs.
	Andy helped me to one of the downstairs living rooms and Polly made
me some tea. Anita sat on one side, Andy on the other. Steven excused
himself, being the gentleman that he is. Once I had recovered, I explained
to them what had occurred.
	"I didn't recall being in this house until I opened that door. Then
I suddenly remembered my Father holding me and playing with me in that
room. I remembered the stuffed animals, the toys and the painted
walls. Most of all I remembered his voice. I haven't been able to remember
what he sounded like until just now" I said as my voice began to choke up
again. I stifled the tears and continued "When I saw the picture of Father
it seemed as if he was starring directly at me and saying 'I love you
Terrence and I'm proud of you'. I could see it in his eyes".
	Andrew patted my shoulder and said "He was saying that, TJ. I know
because I felt it too". We continued talking for a while and I related all
the memories to Andy. Anita offered to have the toys and things packed
away, but I told her no. This was the closest I had felt to my Father in
years and I wanted to be able to visit him in that room from time to time.
	We had been in the apartment for no more than three hours when the
phone rang. The captain of the Roman Holiday was calling ship to shore and
he announced to Anita they had arrived off Cannes. He would hoist a small
power boat over the side and we could come aboard anytime. She informed him
that we wouldn't be boarding until tomorrow at the earliest.
	I had recovered from crying and we all agreed it was time to eat
some lunch. We headed over to the Carlton Hotel for lunch. Their restaurant
was filled with guests, so we decided to have lunch brought to us in the
huge marble floored foyer. The foyer of the Carlton has large marble
columns with gold leafed crowns holding up the ceiling, immense windows and
red velvet covered chairs setting alongside small rococo tables. In short,
it was spectacular to see. Steven remarked that he came here every year for
a music publishing convention. "You'll need to attend this coming year
Andrew". I remarked "At least we have a place to stay!"
	After our lunch Steven suggested a walk along the boardwalk. Polly
and Anita begged off to return to the apartment. Andrew, Steven and Myself
crossed La Croisette and walked to the edge where we could view the beach
below. We reached the railing and leaned over. Andrew began stuttering "T,
TTT .. TT.. T". Steven and I looked at him as his face turned red.
	 "Andy?" I shouted "Are you choking?" He shook his head and pointed
at the beach. Steven and I looked for something out of place and then it
hit me. Andrew was raised in America and had never seen a topless beach
before! "Are you pointing at the girls?" I asked and he nodded. Steven and
I howled with laughter!
	Andrew finally managed to spit out the word "Tits" which served to
knock Steven and I off our feet! Rolling around on the sidewalk and holding
our sides must have made Steven and I look demented!
	Once recovered enough to sit up and speak, Steven remarked "And
you're the geezer that thought nothing of appearing nude on the cover of a
magazine!" "Yes, but not with tits!" Andrew replied sending Steven and I to
our knees again. Andrew stared at the beach. Topless women were everywhere
and he was shocked by the sight. Steven suggested we sit at one of the
beach cafes and have a drink. I agreed and the still speechless Andrew
followed behind. We took up seats at a table under a large umbrella that
was emblazoned with the Campari logo. Steven gazed out beyond the Isle of
Sainte-Marguerite and pointed to a rather large yacht. "Is that the Roman
Holiday?" he asked. I squinted my eyes to see the ship. "I don't know" I
replied "I don't recall ever being on it".
	I turned to face Andrew and found he was still staring at topless
women. "Andrew!" I cried "What are you doing?" He looked at me and remarked
"TJ, most of these women should keep their tops ON!" Steven and I rolled
again! For the rest of the day Steven referred to Andy as 'Andrew the
Observant'. Once Andy became used to the idea of topless women he began to
join in the conversation. We pointed out the ship to him and he was stunned
by its size.
	Turning his attention to the small island he asked about it. "It
was a fortress and a prison at one time" Steven reported "You recall the
story of the 'Man in the Iron Mask?'. We both nodded our heads and he said
"That's where he was kept from 1687 to 1698". Andrew looked sad and
remarked how awful it must have been for the prisoner. "We'll go out there
one day and you can see where he was held" Steven said "It really gives you
the creeps seeing his cell".
	The sun was getting hot so we returned to the apartment. Andrew and
I decided it was nap time. We were both a bit tired from the trip so we
took the largest of the two Master suites and settled in. The bed was even
larger than the one in Hampstead. I decided to break it in by giving Andy a
blow job. This relaxed the poor boy. He had become nearly frantic when
Anita had told us about our pending arrest in London. Andy hadn't slept but
three hours in the last twenty four. When he came I sucked every last drop
from him and then laid my head on his shoulder. He was asleep in seconds. I
soon drifted off and we didn't wake up until it was late in the
evening.....
					........ Continued