Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2006 19:04:24 +0100
From: thomas burns <thomasburn@googlemail.com>
Subject: As time goes by. Installment 2

Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic sexual fantasies
between teenage male men of a homosexual nature, based mostly on truth
and memory. Any comments write to me at thomasburn@gmail.com.
Copyrighted to Thomas Burns.


As time goes by.

Chapter 2

Darkness / Call


I left the Museum. Shattered.

You know those old ladies you occasionally pass in the park. Tired of
life, feeding the pigeons, their only comfort. An eerie happiness
coupled with an odd unease is settled in the hearts of these women.
Even though they are worn out, and their bones don't work as well as
they used too... They are still contempt.

For some reason, the pigeons could recognize these similar emotions in
me. And pestered me for food. I shooed them away, an irrational
distaste of pigeons I had inherited from my mother.

Mothers... I sighed. My mother was never at  home and my father
neither, while rich, I was often unhappy, but, as I now come to
realize, no less unhappy than anyone else. But it is sad to think that
I lost most of my potential, but by no means all of it. Through
Homosexuality. And as time goes by, the world does get better. But
prestige, family prestige, lost me my inheritance. But not my pride.
And while today I am successful, without the parents I haven't seen
for 4 years. It still is slightly deja-vu. And in that park with those
pigeons i felt as black as death.

A rustle. I woke with a start. The wooden bench on which I was
sleeping was creaky. Looking around, the park was faintly lit in the
night. I sat uncomfortably listening for a second. I heard a loud
groan of masculine pleasure and a gasp of feminine relief. Pathetic, I
thought.

The air was old, and I had to coat. I wandered down the path, toward
home. Thinking about Lucas... I wish I could have at least measured
his penis...  No! I sharply thought, DON'T think about him... I was
used, I was used, I was used. I thought to myself. But... No... Hard
rod, soft skin, textured.

"I WAS USED" I shouted in the sky. I quickly looked around. A naked
man smoking pot was masturbating in the bushes. I moved on. Stuffing
my hands in my pocket. There was a condom there... A habit, always
take a condom. I chuckled to myself. I retrieved my phone from the
other pocket and looked at the time 11:28. My phone...  07971 674 58!
A privy council number!

I did not realize at first. The number, he was the son of a member of
the privy council. No wonder his parents took our sexual encounter so
badly, and the women did sound posh!!! Father always reminded me that
in case of an emergency, i.e. whenever mine or his security was in
danger. Call an 07971 number followed by any numerical and I would get
through to either the switch-line or a relation of a privy council
man. Those with more authority that even the police. But little-known.

I ran home as quickly as I could. Rushing past all the drugs and sex.
I may, just may, be able to contact him! I went hard at this thought!
But I stopped... I was used... But... But... Before I got too
depressed, I punched in the number, sighed and called it. My heart
rose like a shot. The various people passing could easily see my huge
erection, but I didn't care. I was full of desire. The call connected.

"Hello?" Said a women's voice... For a second I was discouraged. But,
she must be his mother.
"Yes, Hello" I said, and prepared my finest manners. "I am deeply
sorry at called so late, but I must speak to Lucas about a schooling
matter. I am one of his friends." There was a pause at the other end.
"If you are one of his friends, you must know that he is strictly
grounded," her voice was clearly considered. "He cannot talk to anyone
about anything, is that clear?" She punched out those last lines like
venom. But I knew the trick.
"I regards coursework, that which we are handing in soon, it would be
a pity if he could not collaborate with me in order to receive a
sufficient, privy council worthy grade." If there was anything that i
could do in order to attempt to convince her that I was supposedly not
who I was, that would be it. I heard a moment's pause on the other
end.
"You may speak to him, pleas hold" It worked. I felt my blood rushing
in anticipation again. A jaunty classical piece filled the earpiece.
All it did was serve my excitement higher.

The line reconnected. There was a bit of talking and bitter tones.
"Yer." His voice filled the ear-piece. But I couldn't loose it, it was
critical to talk to him so as too get rid of his mother. I rushed
"Don't say anything, do not react to what I am saying. I am the boy
from the museum. I know who you and your parents are, we share that.
But I you must get her out of the room, I am supposedly calling you
about Coursework." I could almost hear his heart beat. Proof that he
truly didn't use me.
"Mum, go away! I need to talk to Joshua about the American Civil War."
I heard a brief comment about commoners and a door closing. A few
seconds.

"Wow, I'm surprised you convinced my mum to let you speak to me. And
I'm also surprised you called. I wouldn't have been shocked if you
have never called. My mum can be pretty scary!" His voice was
wonderful.
"When you said that you wanted me... did you mean it?" I asked. He
paused and moved around a bit, presumably to let his hard cock out.

"Of course I did."

I leaped into the air.