by Young
This concupiscent carnality excited me tremendously. Unfortunately, my imminent release was punctured by a fellow member hollering for me to vacate the space for his turn, since I’d been showering for quite a while. I finished my performance with an anticlimactic final, leaving the boys to their own devices.
But this was not the end of our chance encounter. There is more to ‘cum’ in my next correspondence!
Much love and kisses,
Andy
1968
Tokens of Affection
Tad had been sending me tokens of affection since our unbridled liaison at “Norway of Arabia.” Most of the mementos were encrusted precious stones, inlaid into emblems of gold or silver. One costly insignia was a golden engorged penis with a tiny diamond droplet embedded on the top of the slit. This item could either be worn on a chain as a neck ornament or as a nipple or ear ring. The note that came with it read:
“Until we meet again, pin this to your ...☺“
T
I was bewitched and amused by such a unique present. I showed it to my Valet for his counsel.
“What should I do?” I asked.
Andy thought my question comical. “Send Tad a Thank You message and tell him you are grateful for the gifts he has given you. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out,” he said.
“I know that! I want to know if I should wear it,” I remarked.
As soon as I had said it, I knew I shouldn’t have. For a split second a hint of resentment washed over my lover’s otherwise blithe demeanour. Being an honourable gentleman, he opined, “My dear fella, follow your heart. Do what you believe is best and never regret your decision.
“This is a decision you’ll have to make for yourself. I’m not in a position to counsel you without seeming prejudicial.”
His declaration brought me to cognizance. I knew there and then what I had to do, although I did not confide to my beloved what was on my mind until we met with Tad privately not long after our discourse.
An Obstinate Invitation
When Coraline announced to our group that the two young princes had requested Narnia’s and Albert’s presences at one of their chum’s birthday celebrations, the three chaperones were at odds. A meeting was called to discuss how best to handle the invitation without re-experiencing the anguish that had happened to their charges or exasperating the libertine royals.
After an extensive discussion between Señor Triqueros, Zac, Andy, and big-sister Coraline, the decision to escort both invitees to the function was finalized, even though Narnia and Albert both opposed the idea. They had little choice but to agree, since their respective chaperones mandated that they either decline the invitation or be escorted to the party. Since both E.R.O.S. recruits were having a ball with the princes, they opted for the latter. They reasoned they could still enjoy the shindig and not upset the royals by declining the invite.
I was glad to be left with some quality time with my Valet – or so I thought.
Unexpected Summons
Just as I was enjoying Andy’s company, there was a knock on the door. An Abd requested my immediate presence at Dr Fahrib’s study. Andy chaperoned me to my summoner’s chamber.
When we entered, the sheik was standing behind his desk with his back to us, staring out at his expansive estate. Seated comfortably on the sofa was his pal, the athletic Tad. I was taken aback.
Fahrib promulgated, “Andy, stay. You don’t have to leave.” My Valet nodded.
Wondering why I was being summoned, my heart pounded wildly.
Tad signalled for me to sit next to him. As much as I tried to remain unperturbed, I was flustered, conjuring all kinds of unwarranted scenarios I might have wrongfully committed. Yet I couldn’t think of any.
The Arab put his arm around my shoulder. “Don’t look so perturbed, young man. We’re not here to devour you.”
“Though I would like to,” he mused.
The doctor asserted, “Young, remember what you suggested to me in my chamber when we were alone?”
Caught off guard by his comment, I tried desperately to remember what I had said but couldn’t recall what I had espoused. I remained silent. His Excellency resumed, “You proposed I locate a substitute to…” he trailed off, as if embarrassed to continue.
His friend resumed, “To impregnate my friend’s wives.”
My face turned red. I had not envisioned my master actualizing my ingenuous proposition, let alone calling a discussion about it. I gaped, wondering if I might be imagining things. But everything before me seemed real, and I remained quiet.
Tad recommenced, “In order to make this happen, we’ll need you and your Valet.”
“Me? What would you want us to do?” I muttered disconcertedly.
“I want the both of you to perform for me,” the champion replied.
Andy and I were thoroughly confused. We stared at the men, speechless. The room fell silent before the athlete expressed, “I would like the two of you to make love for me – the kind of intimacy you performed for Prince P the first time you met His Highness.”
“But…” I muttered.
The Arab found my obfuscation irresistible. He said amusingly, “But what?”
He proceeded to ruffle my hair and pinch my cheeks. “Boy oh boy, you are so adorable when you are flummoxed. This is what I’d like you to do.”
He began to lay out a mendacious cat and mouse game. By the time he finished his elucidation, I was already delineating my performance within my pretty little head.
Although we did not give the men a definitive answer, my psyche was already operating at optimum vivacity at the thought of this exhibitionistic opportunity.
“Give us a day to think about it,” Andy declared coolly.
But my mind was already charting erotic moves in eagerness for this upcoming assignment.
As soon as we closed our bedroom door, Andy pulled me to him and kissed me passionately, as if it was our very first. When he finally released his grip, he proclaimed, “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine!” He threw me onto the bed and ripped away my thobe.
Chapter Forty-Nine
The Lovers, The Stalker, & The Voyeur
“My voyeur stops paying attention to me
The moment I stop having sex,
But my stalker is more dependable.
He’s more interested in my life as a whole,
Even though I turned down his espousal.
As for my lover,
He was the most loyal –
That was, until we went our separate ways.”
Bernard Tristan Foong
1968
One Night at Assalamu Alaikum
Workmen were busy doing renovations to Sheik Fahrib’s bedchamber. A beautifully crafted teak door took its place where an open archway once separated the lounge from the boudoir. The wall next to this ornate entrance had been refurbished by a gargantuan aquarium. Soft glowing lights, together with a top-of-the-line audio system, were cleverly installed in and out of the tank. Within this ersatz aquamarine haven, large mirrors reflected the marine life that wandered aimlessly within its confines. To the unsuspecting admirer this was a decorative marvel, but for those in the know, this structure housed a two-way mirror. When the glowing lights were lit, the person in the boudoir could observe what was going on in the lounge.
The head of the King rested against this pelagic vivarium, providing the rester with repose, much like a foetus being cradled in its mother’s womb.
The shimmering marine creatures that dwelled within suspected nothing, and neither did the women who would soon be wooed in this love chamber. As for those in the know – we kept vigilant, in the event that an intelligencer might be lurking in our midst to jeopardize our clandestine mission.
At the Appointed Hour
Andy and I crept in to Fahrib’s chambers through a secret passageway made known to us by the sheik himself. Our only illumination consisted of the dim lights that lined this narrow passageway.
The overhead spotlights that were strategically installed in the lounge came on simultaneously when the sound system and the aquarium lights were activated from within the bedchamber. The romantic melodies and illuminances were our cue to take centre stage.
To the unsuspecting onlooker, these spots serve to enhance the colourful aquatic life. But for me and my lover, these were reflectors for the boudoir’s voyeur to espy our erotic performance. If the Almighty would allow us humans to effectuate our stratagem, this would be a win-win situation.
For now, Fahrib the voyeur, Tad the stalker, and –we the lovers were invigorated to initiate this treacherous game of suspenseful duplicity.
Showtime
Andy’s testosteronic aroma never failed to excite me, let alone his god-like essence and strapping physique. He was the epitome of every fantasy. I was the lucky one that had captured his heart and soul. Like actors in a Shakespearean play, we stood in the stillness of this chamber, waiting to be signalled to action.
Suddenly, a rush of anxiety filled my being. I stood frigid, wondering if I could go through with this erotic exercise that once had been so effortless. Now, my heart was thumping with trepidation. “What’s wrong with you? What’s the panic? You’ve put on a show before, and you’ve made love with your Valet gazillion times,” my mind questioned. Yet no rationale came to me. I was feeling my knees go weak, about to buckle, when Andy’s soothing voice whispered, “Are you alright?” He wrapped his muscular arms around my limping physique. Just then, the overhead spots came on and his emphatic assertion drew me back to the present. “There is nothing to fear, except fear itself. Come here. Let me cherish you.” He gave a beguiling grin before planting a lingering kiss on my lips.
Andy was correct. My stage fright vanished with every amorous touch he laid upon me with his gentle fingers. I was held captive within the cocoon of his embrace. I came alive as his tender lips explored my slender physique. Aflame by his masculinity, I surrendered to his teasing nibbles. His swirling tongue glided effortlessly down my boyishness, stirring every fibre of my being to quivering response.
My lover’s alluring propensities took on a vivacity I had difficulty conceding. His passion magnified a thousand-fold within my consciousness as I closed my eyes to this wanton dexterity. I desired him, and he wanted me. Under this euphoric ecstasy, I relinquished my person to his coveted demands.
My Apollo, my Phoebus, who never failed to brighten my person and radiate my soul, had coiled me into his solicitous web of ardent devotion. My coverings fell away with every inhalation of his loving elixir. My lover had exposed my nakedness to the gazing eyes of the unseen voyeur and stalker. They alone were granted dispensation to witness the audacity between my lover and me.
Our fiery gazes never left or strayed from each other. Bewitched by his blueish-green eyes, my soul was bare to him. His oral stimulation had fostered me to arch my back in a balletic pose as his hands supported the small of my back. Watched through the submerged glass, we felt like Poseidon’s pleasure slaves, performing solely for his gratification. I was awed by our agility and reminded of a supple aquatic dance performance I had witnessed during my extensive travels. My former ballet training surged through me as I saw myself swirling and pirouetting across the room, and Andy’s thickness gyrated within the core of my being. The ecstasy and the agony of my dance pedagogy had transformed into the art of intercourse. The grace of movement and the beauty of love had merged into a seraphic epiphany – a unity of the Godhead within and without.
At the precise moment of our orgasmic exultations, I finally grasped my chaperone’s universal knowledge: that the divine and I are but one and the same. It was then I comprehended my guardian’s god-like comportment. Andy knew his birth-right, and he wore his divinity with pride and honour. All of that I saw in him as it came gushing to the forefront. He was indeed a Phoebus Apollo, a sun god beheld in a darkened chamber. There and then, I made a secret covenant to myself, like an apostle to the Son of God - I would follow in his footsteps.
My Valet’s sanctity swirled within me, flooding my kernel with beatific sows of celestial grace. Overjoyed by his tokens of affection, I too released my passion into his garnering gulf. Streams of my succulent splendour oozed from his enticing lips. It was only when we shared the final droplets of my luscious deposits that he liberated his engorgement from my sopping honeycomb. I supped at his dripping remains before sharing my fill with him, so we could both partake in this sexual liturgy of heavenly Eucharist.
We did not relinquish our performance after the lights and music had disappeared, but remained entwined in darkness, savouring the inseparable devotion that had once been the domain of Apollo and his beloved Hyacinth.
The Stalker’s Confession
“A woman’s needs are manifold,” Tad mentioned during Andy’s and my visit to his mansion, a few days after our boudoir exploit.
He related his evening’s adventure to us as we sat under a huge cabana by the swimming pool. He exclaimed mischievously, “I’m impressed! You boys put on a great show the other night.”
We lowered our gaze.
“Your balletic showmanship were tantalizing and arousing. You erotic thespians!” he jested sardonically. “I’ll have to take lessons from you.” He chuckled at his remark. “Seriously, did your school teach you to perform like that?”
Andy chirped coolly before I could comment. He was chary that I might reveal too much of our clandestine education to someone who may or may not be aware of E.R.O.S.
“Love-making comes naturally to us.”
“I wish that were the case with me. It took me years and numerous liaisons before I mastered my savoir vivre,” the Arab expressed vehemently. “As far as I’m concerned, this is an applied art – an intensive dance movement that require hours of execution.” He stared at me as if I were a consummate dancer.
He sighed, “Shahria should take lessons from you.”
Not knowing how to respond, my chaperone and I exchanged impish glances. “Did everything go accordingly?” Andy queried.
“Sort of…”
The athlete halted, thinking of the correct emphasis to continue his statement. “I’ll tell you the truth, since I know you can keep secrets.”
We waited for him to continue.
“Shahria is an attractive woman…” he trailed off. “When it comes to passion, she lies there like a log.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like beautiful women as much as I like good-looking men. But this woman has a lot to learn when it comes to the art of satisfying a man.
“If I hadn’t observed your performance through the looking glass, my erection would have faded before it began. Thanks to you, I was able to imbue her even-though she was fully clothed.” He was amused by his monotonous confession.
“There is so much to be said about our religious indoctrination on our womenfolk. It has obliterated the natural intimacy between a male and a female - in the name of modesty, as taught by our beloved Prophet.
“It is of little wonder our menfolk turn to adolescent boys, courtesans and mistresses for pleasure, leaving the wives solely for procreation,” my stalker vented as he shook his head in befuddlement.
My curiosity had gotten the better of me. I asked, “Was the sheik present when you were f…” I stopped abruptly when Andy gave me a forbidding look.
Tad burst out in laughter. “Of course he was. He watched everything from the peepholes - through the eyes of a forged masterpiece.”
“Which painting?!” I blurted.
“You are one inquisitive little bugger!” the Arab exclaimed gleefully. “The Warhol of Marys that faced the King.”
“Your ‘Master’, the patriarch, had the best view on the entire premise.”
He paused before giving us a devious grin. “He scrutinized our performances and was IMPRESSED.” My stalker broke out in exuberant laughter before he pronounced, “I’m ‘hot and bothered’ by this ‘heated’ chitter-chatter.”
He plunge
d into the cooling aqua, soaking my lover and me with a ‘Bigger Splash’ like that of Hockney’s painting.
Chapter Fifty
The Misfits
“There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.“
Mark Twain
January 2013
Continuation of Andy’s Message (part one)
Young,
You must be eager to find out what transpired after my exhibitionistic shower episode at that homey eatery. ☺
As our group browsed one of Princesa City’s outdoor markets, I was stalked by the two forest boys. They trailed us at a distance, only making appearances when they thought I wasn’t looking. LOL!
Before long, those two had edged up next to me as I was looking at souvenirs for friends. Since I towered over them in height and build, they gawked at me as if at an alien. Their petite stature measured to my waist when they stood next to me.
As it was customary for street vendors to haggle over prices with their clients, I asked the boys if they would bargain on my behalf. They agreed. Although Taer, the older of the two, had a knack for bargaining, his chum Anak was a master of haggling. The both of them would drag me away from the stall in question, if the vendor did not agree to their offer. By harrying away, the stall keeper would often beckon our return, thus sealing the deal we offered.
Even though the duo could only communicate in broken English, it did not deter my rowing pals from soliciting their bargaining services.
We treated the boys to a scrumptious dinner at an outdoor eatery they recommended towards the end of our shopping spree. Throughout our excursion, they seized every opportunity to brush against me – a trait I found adorable. ☺