Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 05:08:56 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On.... Part XXIV...
Welcome Again! As is usual, all legal disclaimers apply. If the laws
where you live prohibit the viewing or reading of this type of material you
or you are not yet of the minimum required age to do so, PLEASE leave now!
If the subject of homosexual relationships is offensive to you, please read
no further. This is not the story for you!
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
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***Special Notice!***
The next four parts of our story(XXI, XXII, XXIII and XXIV) should
be read in one sitting. It's just easier to keep the events in perspective
that way. The other thing I have to tell you is that the NEXT part to come
(XXV) is when you find why this story is entitled "Anything to Turn You
On...".
We have received a great many e-mails asking about the title, so next
posting is when you finally find out WHY!
Thank you all for reading this and sending us e-mails!
Love, TJ
and Andy
Anything to Turn You On....
Part XXIV
by Terrence 'TJ' Julian
Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved
Two days later, Linda was sitting in the waiting area at
Heathrow. She glanced at her watch. There was still twenty minutes left to
wait. She noticed one of the little news and candy kiosks close by. Walking
over she grabbed a candy bar and two English newspapers, the Standard and
the Sun. She paid the man and returned to her seat. Unwrapping the Cadbury
bar she bit into it.
Linda unfolded the newspapers and looked at the Sun. She suddenly
spit the chocolate out everywhere in front of her. The entire front page
was a full color photograph of Andy and I standing on the deck of the Roman
Holiday, naked and kissing. The caption above it read "We See You!" in bold
letters.
"EEHHHRRRUUWWWW!!!" Linda screamed and stamped her feet "I HATE
YOU!" Bjorn, her new Swedish boyfriend asked "What is wrong,
Linda?". "Nothing!" she said as she wadded up the newspaper. She sprang to
her feet and threw it into a nearby waste bin. Sitting next to Bjorn, she
stared at him warily and asked. "You've never kissed a boy have you?"
Andy and I were laying out on the top deck . Peter was seated in a
deck chair a little ways over from us. My arm wasn't aching as much today.
"I slept better last night" I told Andrew. "Me too" he said "I
stopped having those nightmares about Linda following me". "Good!" I huffed
and he smiled. "So, when do you think you might wanna try doing it?" he
half-whispered "I thought you were waiting for something!" I replied "I've
been ready since when we got back aboard!" Andy smiled at me and said "I
know how I'm going to rinse off your suntan lotion!"
"Ahheemmm!" Polly uttered from behind us. "You do remember we're
going shopping for rings this afternoon?" We nodded our shaggy blonde heads
in tandem. "Good" she said "No fooling around until we get back". "Miss
Polly!" Andrew began. "That's an Order!" she snapped and we both replied
"Yes, Ma'am!"
Peter giggled, so I asked him "What's so funny?" "Nothing!
Nothing!" he smiled. Andrew looked back at Peter and said "So, is this the
kind of job you wanted? Protecting two young faggots?" He laughed and said
"You know something Andrew? I've never felt so comfortable about myself
before. I love this job. Thanks again, mate!"
Anita rolled over and said "Lunch will be ready soon. Steven, could
you hand me TJ's pain pills?" Steven reached across Polly and handed the
bottle to Anita. She took them and Steven let his fingers slide across
Pollys naked backside. "WE SEE YOU!" Andy and I cried. "Not 'till after
shopping!" Andy remarked, causing everyone to laugh. The bell announcing
lunch began to ring and Anita said "Here TJ. Take your pill".
I got up and walked over to where Anita was gathering up the
invitations she'd finished writing out. "How many people have we invited?"
Handing me the pill she said "About twenty. If half show up that will be
good" I giggled and said "If I were you I'd bet on most of them
coming!". Handing me some orange juice she said "Well, It IS going to be a
bit unusual, isn't it?".
I looked over my shoulder at Andrew. He was bent over trying to put
his speedos back on. I was just about to reply to Anita when he snagged his
toe in the suit and sent himself head first onto the deck. "Ouch!" he cried
and rolled over. He sat up holding his forehead and whimpered at me "Help!
I lost my balance". I laughed and started over to help him up, saying
"Every day with Andy is unusual!"
Right after lunch we got ready and took the launch into Cannes. Rue
de Antibes has some world famous stores along it. We eventually found
ourselves in front of Tiffany's and entered. I asked to see the selection
of wedding bands for men. Andy was immediately taken with one that had a
three and a half carat square cut blue diamond in the center. I liked the
style too, but the jeweler kept pulling out others. I watched Andrew and he
kept turning his attention back to the square-cut stone.
Pointing to the ring I said "We want this" to the jeweler. He
looked at me. "That ring is 45,000 in American Dollars" he said with an air
of incivility. "Fine. We'll take two" I said and pulled out my credit
card. He looked at it and said "We don't take credit cards". I turned
around to speak to Anita and as I did I noticed there was a Banque du
Zurich across the street.
"Anita" I said "Don't I own the Banque du Zurich?". She nodded her
head and said "Yes TJ. You own the Montreux Bank and Bank de Milan as
well". I turned back to the Jeweler and said "Do you HAVE two of these
rings?" His eyes were growing wide now and he nodded quickly. "Measure our
fingers and size the rings" I said "I'll pick them up in two hours. Do you
want cash?".
He swallowed hard and said "Let me see your credit card". I looked
at him and said "I thought you didn't take cards?" He glanced down and
said "For some customers we do". I handed him my Banque du Zurich card and
he read the name. Looking up he smiled and said "Oh, Mr. Julian! Yes, I
heard you were in Cannes. I'm sorry but I didn't expect you to be
so...so..." "Young?" Andrew interjected. The jeweler smiled nervously and
replied "Yes".
He measured our fingers then stepped into the back. "Anita" Andrew
said "Make sure that TJ's ring gets paid for out of my account, will you?"
She smiled at him and said "I will". I was going to tell Andy he didn't
have to pay for mine, but then I realized he wanted to. I leaned against
him and whispered "Thank you!"
I could hear the jeweler on the phone in the back. He rattled off a
few quick sentences and then I heard him read the numbers off. There was a
moment of silence then I heard him utter a few swear words in French.
Returning to the counter he handed my card back and said "Your
rings will be ready in two hours, Mr. Julian... Sir".
We had two hours to wait. Anita wanted to do more shopping. Polly
and Steven decided to go for a drink. I looked at Andrew and said "Let's go
to the apartment. I've got something I want to do there". Peter raised an
eyebrow at me. "NO!" I scolded him. I knew what he was thinking, but I
wanted to do something else. We walked the few short blocks to the
apartment and entered. "You two can watch TV or listen to the stereo or
whatever" I remarked "I'll be upstairs if you need me, Andy". He gave me an
odd look, then realization washed over his face and he nodded.
I entered the nursery at the far end of the hallway and closed the
door. Sitting down in the old rocking chair I gazed around the room. I
looked at the toys and the stuffed bears. At the crib that stood against
the far wall. I stared at the circus animals painted in bright colors. I
stood up and walked to the dresser. Picking up the framed photograph I
returned to the rocker.
I sat staring into his eyes and remembered. "I love you, Father" I
said and began to cry. In my mind I heard his voice saying 'Mio bellissimo
figlio, Terrence!'.
I must have sat there for an hour, just thinking and
remembering. My mind began to drift and I thought of all the years I spent
without the love closeness of my Father. My Mother had always been absorbed
with her work, so I had spent most of my childhood in boarding schools or
in the company of people hired to care for me.
I thought of how very lonely I'd been until the second day of high
school when the Prince of Main Street had entered the room and entered my
life. I thought about a disheveled and trembling boy named Andy that I had
returned from New York to save. It struck me how much our lives had changed
in the nine months we'd been together. I looked down at the photograph and
said "Thank you, Father. Thank you for everything. I have to go to Andrew
now. He loves me and I'm not lonely anymore".
I got up and set the picture frame back on the dresser. I opened
the door and stepped out into the hall. As I was pulling the door shut I
glanced once more at the photograph. The afternoon sun caught the edge of
the picture frame and just for a second it twinkled at me. I smiled to
myself and nodded. Closing the door I made my way down to the living room.
Andrew was reading a book and Peter was watching TV. "OK" I said
"I'm back!". Andrew looked up at me and said "Is it just me, or are you
always that cute?"
Somewhere in the province north of Cannes, Alonzo was being
transferred to a maximum security prison to await his trial for attempted
murder. The guards escorted him to a cell far in the back of the block and
opened it. They shoved him inside and the barred door swung shut with a
clang. He watched until they disappeared from his sight.
Alonzo heard a rusting behind him and turned around. Juergen, his
baldheaded, six foot seven, three hundred and twenty-five pounds of pure
muscle German cellmate got up from his bunk and rubbed his eyes. Examining
Alonzo, Juergen asked with a thick bavarian accent "Which one do you want
to be. The Husband or the Wife?"
The guards laughed amongst themselves as they heard Alonzos screams
echoing in the distance........
........Continued