Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2000 00:58:06 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On... Part 29...

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    Hello to all.  When I finished 'Anything to Turn You On.', I stated that
if you were interested in having the story continue to e-mail me.  I have
been overwhelmed with and by your messages.  I had no idea!  Now we about to
move (again)!  There will be a short break until part 30.  Until then I
invite you to join Andrew and I in the continuation of 'Anything to Turn You
On....'


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


	About three weeks before little Andy's' first birthday, Andrew and
myself were out on the Heath with him. Skippy was standing with help and
would soon walk. As we lay on the grass together, I looked out over the
London skyline. I was reminded of the time when Andrew and I stood looking
down at Fullerton through the hazy California sky. A thought came to mind
and I asked "Andy, wouldn't your Parents like to meet Skippy?"
	"I'm sure they would" he replied as he played with his son. "Well,
why don't we go visit them" I said "I still have the houses there, you
know".
	Andrew looked up as if I'd suggested he cut off his
member. "What?!" he gasped. "Why don't we go visit them?" I repeated "I'm
sure they want to see Skippy". He started shaking his head and muttered "I
don't think I could...." I studied his face and knew he was in turmoil,
just by thinking of it.
	"Why not?" I asked. He looked out across the Heath and said
"Because I've been such a disappointment to them". I sat up from where I'd
been lying. "What?" I said "How can you think that? You've been a success,
making yourself fairly well off and have brought them a grandson. You think
because we're gay they're going to overlook everything else?" He stared
toward the city beyond and sighed. Turning to face me, his shoulders sagged
and he said "Yes".
	"No way" I replied "I think we should go visit them. We should go
this fall. I think you owe it to them. Not calling for over ten months last
year and not telling them about Skippy until he was three months old? You
definitely owe them a visit".
	He stared at me and asked "Really?" "Yes, really!" I replied
curtly. Andy stared at Skippy, who reached down and picked up a toy. "Do
you think we should?" he asked. Skippy looked at his Dad, smiled and threw
the toy at him. "I take it that's a yes?" Andy asked his boy. Skippy let
out a happy little laugh and a squeak. Andrew turned to me and said "OK,
but not until late November". I grinned and turned to view the skyline
again.
	I considered what he just said and the smile on my face slowly
melted. I turned to him and asked "Why late November?" He gave me a look of
disbelief and replied "You and I have been together since late November of
'71. Unless you've forgotten, of course". I felt embarrassed for
overlooking the obvious. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I replied "I thought there was
some other reason"' He huffed "There is, in a way. I was thinking we could
celebrate your birthday there". I smiled and said "Why Andy, I'd love to!
You're a sentimental fool, aren't you?" He gave me a frown and scoffed "You
just figured that out?" We laughed and I said "OK. California in late
November. We'll stay through Christmas and New Years, too. Deal?" He smiled
and replied "Deal!"
	Now just because Andy said he would go to California doesn't mean
he wanted to! From the minute we got home from the Heath that day he tried
everything he could to get out of going. It went like this........
	"TJ" he said as I carried Skippy upstairs "What if Skip has
allergies? It might be bad for him in California". I didn't look back, I
just continued up the stairs and replied "Stop! You said Deal and we're
going. Besides, it's not 'till November"
	That night he even tried begging! We were lying in our bed and he
asked if there was any way I would let him out of the deal. "Please!" he
asked. "No!" I replied "we're going!". "Oh, come on TJ!" he whined "I'll do
anything you want me to do!" I gave him a frown and said "You already do
everything I want". He looked up into the air and his face grew thoughtful
"Oh" he remarked "I guess I do. Well, think of something you want for a
present!"
	"Andy!" I exhaled and asked "What is the REAL reason you don't want
to go?" He stared at his lap and then raised his head to where he could see
my eyes. "I'm afraid of Linda and her Dad" he said softly. "WHAT?!" I cried
and began laughing "Linda and her Dad?! Oh, Andy! She's probably married
with three or four kids by now. Her Dad's not going to know we're there and
neither will she!"
	"Well........" he whined some more "Do you blame me for not wanting
to see her?" I chuckled and replied "I guess not". Then an idea struck
me. I knew exactly how to get Andy to California and have him happy about
it.
	"Andy?...." I said seductively "I'm going to do something really
special for you". He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I slid up next
to him in the bed and declared "I'm going to have your Triumph restored!"
	His eyes got big and he cried "My car?! Restored?!" I had hit the
right nerve. He was going to California and he was happy about it!
	The last thing I heard him mumble as he drifted of to sleep that
night was "Wire wheels and knockoff hubs........"
	The thought of driving his car must have had some odd effect
overnight. Sports cars and having wild sex seem to go hand in hand for
Andy! When we woke the next morning, I couldn't have pried him off my body
for at least two and a half hours! He wore me out by breakfast and kept
wanting to do it over and over again! I finally had to beg him to stop, as
I was totally spent.
	Once we did make it downstairs to breakfast, Polly noticed I was
moving slow. "TJ" she asked "Are you all right? You're walking like you
have a cramp or something". "Andy's' the 'or something'" I groaned. "Oh
dear!" Polly giggled. About this time Scruffy, Anne's' pet cat came running
across the floor toward the doorway. Skippy watched from his high chair and
when the cat had almost reached the door, he looked up at his Father and
I. "Cat" he said. I sat stunned and asked "Andy, did you hear that?"
"What?" he replied while reading the paper and putting his teacup to his
mouth. "Skippy talked!" I cried "He said cat!"
	Andrew spit his tea all across his newspaper. With his eyes gone
wide he dropped the now soaked Daily Times and jumped to his feet. Leaning
to his son he said "Did you say cat?" Skip smiled and giggled. "Cat?" Andy
encouraged as Michael and Polly joined us at the table. They all began
attempts to get Skip to repeat the word cat, but he didn't respond. I
quietly got up and went to fetch Anne's' cat. When I returned they were
still having no success. "Here. Out of the way!" I instructed. Sitting next
to Skip I held up Scruffy and asked "What's this?" "Cat" Skip
answered. Andy gazed at me and demanded "TJ. How do you know so much about
babies?"
	I gave him my best impersonation of himself and said "I was one,
you know!" Polly and Michael were still laughing when the breakfast plates
were being cleared away.
	Summer ended early that year and by the first of November it was
COLD! Winds from across the North Sea caused ice storms to hit Northern
Europe. Aircraft were being diverted from Heathrow most days we learned. It
was soon apparent the only way we could make it to the States when we'd
planned was to take the ferryboat to Calais in France and then go by train
to Paris. From there we could fly out, or if Paris was iced up, take the
train to a more Southern city and fly from there. I suggested we leave
London that week and spend two weeks in Cannes. Then we would fly out of
Nice. Andy was only too happy to get away from the freezing weather. Two
days later with Polly, Michael and Skippy, we headed for Victoria Station.
	The train from London to Dover was uneventful, however the
ferryboat ride across the English Channel was unlike any trip I've ever
spent on the ocean. Ours was the last Ferry allowed out that day and gale
force winds were sending waves crashing against it. Every passenger was
seasick. Even the crew members, who are know for their immunity, were
somewhat sick . Andy had spent forty minutes throwing up in the
toilets. When he rejoined me in our seats he said "I think I'll be OK, if I
can just go to sleep". He leaned his head on my shoulder and after maybe
twenty minutes did manage to fall asleep.
	An extremely large and obviously sick woman came lurching down the
isle towards us on her way to the restroom. Just as she reached us, the
boat took a huge sway and tipped. Losing her balance she grabbed for the
seat back, missed and got Andy by the hair! As the ship tipped up at a high
angle, luggage began falling from the overheads and passengers
shouted. However, the loudest thing heard over and above all else was Andy
screaming "AAHHHHGGG!!! Let go of me, you COW!"
	The woman's weight combined with the tipping of the Ferry served to
pull Andy right out of the seat and toss him across the isle onto an
elderly couple from Leeds. Landing across both of their laps, Andy laid
there trying to figure out how he'd arrived in this position. His scalp
hurt and he'd seen a huge woman flinging him into the air. Now he was in
the laps of two very astonished people who were staring at him.
	"Lovely day, isn't it?" he remarked and climbed out of his
predicament. As he climbed to his feet the boat tipped wildly back the
opposite direction, throwing him off balance and plunging him headlong into
my lap. "Andy!" I shouted with surprise. Michael looked over at us and
asked "What the hell are you two doing?" Polly's' head turned and she
scolded me "TJ! Tell Andrew to stop clowning around! This is NOT the place
for it!" Andy wriggled free from my lap and kneeled in the center isle. A
crew man came rushing past and shouted "Back in your seat! NO blocking the
isles!".  As the ship pitched back over again Andrew looked up just in time
to be hit squarely in the left eye with a ladies overnight case. It fell
from the overhead rack with just enough force to give him what would be one
hell of a black eye.
	Now sitting in the isle and holding one hand over the injured eye
he asked weakly "Am I in Hell?" Right then the Captain of the Ferry
announced "Welcome to Calais, France, Ladies and Gentlemen. We'll be
docking in just a few minutes".
	Andy looked at me, his hand over the bruised and swelling eye and
remarked "Remind me never to come here again".
	Once through immigration, we boarded the high speed train for
Paris. Andy was feeling awful and I helped him to our seats in a first
class compartment. Andy, Polly, Michael, Skippy and myself were joined by a
young Welsh couple. When the two of them first began speaking together in
the native Welsh language, Andrew stared with his one good eye. If you've
never heard anyone speaking Welsh before, it's very odd sounding. Andrew
acted like his hearing was going bad and rubbed at his ears.
	The young man turned round and spoke to us in English "Eh! We're
Scott an' Kelly. I'm going to the bar car, would you like anything?" "Sure"
Andy replied shaking his head slightly. "What should I bring then?" "What
ever you're having" Andy replied half dazed. Scott left and soon returned
carrying a tray containing fifteen bottles of '1661', a French brewed beer.
"This is all they'd let me buy at one time" he said sounding
apologetic. "Oh, no problem!" Andy replied "We'll get the next
round". Being courteous to strangers can be dangerous when on a train. You
may find yourself in a 'Match for Match' buying drinks and this is what
happened to us. For every tray of beers Scott purchased, Andy purchased
one.  By the time we made Paris, everyone was in the trains bar car, shit
faced and singing with members of the Manchester United Football
team. Scott and Andrew were singing, arms around each other like long lost
friends. Kelly and Polly were fussing over Skippy and Michael and I were
telling jokes with the football team. "Paris!" the conductor began shouting
"Gare Saint-Lazare".
	 All but Polly (who wisely declined to drink), were drunk and
laughing as we exited the train. The driver from the Hotel looked aghast as
he realized the group of laughing fools approaching were his pickup. We
were herded into the limousine and sped to our destination for the night.
	The hotel, Le Relais Carre D'Or is a very small luxury hotel
and usually very quiet. I say usually because when we came plowing through
the door, all laughing and talking loudly, the Concierge looked up in
fright. After I used the best French I could (considering!) for the fourth
time I got across who we were and that we had reservations. He appeared
reluctant, but gave us our room keys. Andy and I found our room and I began
to fuss over his blackened and swollen eye.
	"Oh, my poor Andy!" I sympathetically cooed "It looks awful! Are
you sure you don't want to see a Doctor?" He looked at me and said
"No... I'm going to pass out now". That was our wonderful night in Paris!
	The next morning we we're up early and arrived at Gare de Lyon to
board our train south. It was freezing out and we were glad to get to our
compartment and begin the journey. Skippy sat on my lap, playing and
giggling while Andy nursed his hangover. Not to mention his black eye,
which was almost swollen shut. Skippy would look at his Dad's eye from time
to time and frown.
	Once we arrived in Lyon, we were met by our new driver and
caretaker from Cannes, Pablo. Finally arriving in Cannes and in the warmth
of the Mediterranean, our small group was glad the trip had ended. Andrew
and I made our way to our bedroom and I looked after the poor dear. His eye
really looked terrible and he seemed terribly depressed. It wasn't until
after dinner when he was playing with Skippy that Andrew started acting his
usual self.
	In bed that night I told Andy he looked like a bad guy from a
wanted poster! He sighed and said he didn't feel like a bad guy. I thought
perhaps I hurt his feelings, but he said no. He just was a little down. I
snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek. "I think you look wonderful, even
if you do have a black eye." He pulled me close and said "Really, TJ?"
"Yes, really!" I replied and kissed my handsome guy. He wrapped his arms
around me and kissed my lips firmly. I pulled him over on top of me and
held his body tight while his tongue met mine. He gasped "Oh, TJ" as I
kissed his neck. He began to kiss down the curve from my neck to my
shoulder, punctuating in between with little licks. I loved it! "Oh,
Andrew! You're an angel!" I whispered.  "Except when I'm a little devil!"
He giggled and grabbed my stiff cock. "Oh!" I softly cried out "You ARE a
little devil tonight, aren't you?" We were soon locked together as he made
love to me. I thought he was never going to stop! After bringing me my
third orgasm, he came with such deep shakes and spasms that I thought the
bed would give. He collapsed atop me, still shaking and panting. "God how I
love you, Andy!" I said softly as I held him. He replied by wrapping both
arms around my neck, putting his face cheek to cheek with mine and
whispering "You're my Saint Terrence" before crying himself to sleep.
	All that night, I was the one doing the holding while he slept with
his head against my chest.........
					...............Continued, soon!

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		Andy and I are moving again, so there will be a three to
four week break until the next installment. Until then, thanks and love to
all.....
			    Terrence and Andrew