I'm not dying!
By Darne Moon.
I'm not dying! is an adventure tale that contains graphic sexual content between men. If you are not permitted to read such content please refrain from reading any further. This is the first time I've written anything of this magnitude in this genre. If you enjoy this chapter please let me know at darnemoon@gmail.com, and I'm always interested in constructive criticism comments and ideas.
I've also got a Yahoo Group, with all sorts of stuff about I'm Not Dying. You can find it at: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/im_not_dead/ OK due to a pressing desire to write, both this story and a few others I've started, and trying to keep in contact with family, friends, and the irate boyfriend (logging on and off shared computers is annoying) I've got myself a little netbook. Now I am not going to be spending all my time traveling writing, I do want to see and do stuff haha, however I will get further chapters out in time.
So I hope you enjoy them, and I hope you will join the group if you havent already. I am trying to come up with new and interesting things to add to the group to get the world of I'm Not Dying a little more bigger than it already is.
Darne x
Chapter 11
I awoke the following morning to find a one eyed cat staring at me. It was perched upon my chest its green beady eye glaring at me. As I struggled to focus it meowed at me and hopped off.
"Oh Alex your awake, good, come help yourself to breakfast!" I hear Jan say warmly. Dragging my sorry arse off the sofa I spy the three of them, my mother, Carol and Jan sat about at a coffee table munching on breakfast. Stiff and sore I stretched, bones clicking here and there, then I threw my torn and blood stained t shirt on. The wound on my arm was aching horribly and the makeshift bandage was thick with blood. I liked rough. "Would you look at you!" Jan states staring at my arm, she stands, "I'm getting you a fresh bandage. Sit down and have breakfast" Her tone is not to be questioned so I nod and plonk myself down at the table and help myself to the mountain of french breads, cheeses, jams and hot coffee. It felt good to eat something I liked and I hadn't realized quite how hungry I was.
Moments later Jan returns a first aid kit. Kneeling beside me she tentatively pulled the bloodstained bandage off. She cringed when she saw the deep wound that had been the home of the strange contraption Inscope had put in me. With sterile water she cleaned the wound, then snapping a plastic cylinder she poured an expanding gel in. I watched it bemused, I'd never seen anything like this used in first aid before. It was like expanding insulation foam. Jan smiled at me noting my perplexity, "it's called Robesiod. It's designed to quicken the healing by creating a platform on which the cells rejuvenate. Well that's the layman's definition I'm sure there is a far more concise explanation somewhere. It's not technically legal yet but a friend of a friend knows a man who works for the company that's testing it" I nod slowly. She really does know everyone. As the expanding gel seems to not want to get any bigger she takes a blunt plastic knife from the cuts the excess off making it flush with my skin. Taking a clean bandage she wraps my arm up neatly. The wound feels much better already. This stuff is a miracle why isn't it legal I ponder.
After I am bandaged up properly Jan sits back down at the kitchen table. "I've been thinking" She declares ominously, I hate it when people think, when people think plans change, and when plans change things getting confusing, "Sharky is not your man! I don't know all the facts, I know that, I also know I don't want to, but it seems to me your in pretty deep Alex and I don't think Sharky is up to the task"
I glance at my mum, her gaze is unreadable, but fixed on Jan, "Who do you suggest?" mother asks eventually.
"The Lion"
"No!" Mother declares forcefully.
"It's the only way!" Jan states frankly.
"I love the Lion, you know that Janet, but I wouldn't get into bed with him. He's devious, two faced, he cant be trusted" I glance between the two women one after another. "Who is this Lion?" I ask after a time.
"He's a dealer!" Mum thunders, the dragon is definitely stirring.
"In the right sense of the word!"Janet explains, "He started a while back selling sheep fleeces for wool in Wales, now he's one of the largest fabric dealers in the world. He also owns a few other businesses of a more dubious nature to be fair but he's well connected" I nod slowly, noting in the corner of my eye my mum's quietened rage.
"Why are you..." I start to ask my mum but she cuts me off.
"The mans the devil!" She raged,
"The man saved you a lot of money a few years back I seem to recall you telling me" Janet retorts
"Yes but can he save my son's life?"
"I want to meet him" I shout between them, "It won't hurt to meet him will it" Janet shakes her head, reluctantly mother agrees. Immediately Janet has her mobile phone in her hand and shes dialing a number whilst walking out the room. My mother turns at me eyes like steel.
"I hope you know what your doing!"
"It seems to me WE don't have much choice!" I emphasize the we heavily to remind her that we're all a team, "if this is the safest way we to get to Rome, then its with the Lion we go" Mother promptly decided she wanted to go to do some shopping after that. Taking the remains of our cash she stormed out the house. Janet returns bemused.
"Where's your mum Alex?"
"Shopping, we had a little disagreement" Jan nods.
"The Lion will be hear later. Don't answer the phone, and open the door only to the Lion, you'll know when you see him. I'm going after your mother, we'll be back soon" So after leaving the house to our disposal, Carol and I finish breakfast and tidy up and move ourselves to the living area. I resume my flopped state on the sofa this time accompanied by both odd one eyed cat and the the TV's remote control. Carol collapses into a big armchair.
"How are you feeling?" She eventually asks.
"Tired, but good" I pat my neatly bandaged arm. I flick through some of the channels on TV. The cat hops off the sofa again and wanders off.
"I meant... you know... about Ian?"
"What about him?" I ask as nonchalantly as I can. I know what she wants from me, she wants me to cry and bawl and declare my hatred to all and sundry. But I wasn't going to give her that. Ian was a liar, a very good liar who had a job to do. He toyed with me, he manipulated me and that's that. There's not much I can do about it at the moment, that is until the day I meet him again... I shook the anger out of my head.
"Your still in shock" Carol deduced.
"Maybe, maybe not" The one eyed cat returns and sits right in the middle of my line of vision. Sighing I try to move so I can see the screen clearly.
"Still it must be pretty shitty to" she begins but I finish her sentence for her with a little more venom than perhaps I should.
"To have your boyfriend try and push you out of a window, yeah it sucks Carol. In fact its fucking horrible to think the only thing that stopped him was you wielding a chair at his head" Carol rubbed her ribs unconsciously where Ian had elbowed her. "Now if you wouldn't mind I don't want to talk about it just yet. Maybe I won't want to talk about it ever, maybe I will but right now I just want to relax and watch this documentary!" I hadn't even noticed at what I had turned the television on to.
"Cliff Richard: Is he really dead? That's what you want to watch?" She asks dubiously.
"Yes... yes I do" I shuffle on the sofa trying to get the most comfortable I can. When finally settled I realize my one eyed cat friend is still sat directly in front of me, his eye level with mine. "Hello" I mutter to him in the typical pet voice we humans do. The cat tilts its head and meows. "Could you move please?" I ask the feline in a marginally irritated tone. The cat meows again, just as the door bell dings.
Sighing loudly I get off the sofa and the cat hops onto where I had been lying down. Bastard I think to myself as I go to the front door. A tall thin shadow stands on the other side of the oblique windows. BUZZZ. Goes the door bell again. Carol appears silently behind me. The letter box flap lifts up and an ear splitting KOOO EEEEEE rips through the corridor. "I know your in there" A rather camp male voice shouts, "Alex where are you?" Carol glares at me with a mix of amusement and terror. I return the look. "Come on now little Alex don't be shy!"
"Who... who are you?" Carol asks barely loud enough.
"My, my would you believe it! You sound as feminine as me!" A cackle like non I had ever heard before rattled my ears. "Now come along Alex open the door like a good little boy, Jan sent me. I'm the Lion!" disbelief blooms inside me like wild fire.
"How do we know?" I ask
"Oooo, not so camp now are we! Don't you sound gruff!" Another cackle echoes about the house this time mockingly, "listen love, who else knows your here, who else knows your meeting the Lion and who else is bloody stood outside like a plum!" I look to Carol who shrugs, I look to the door and ponder. Eventually I shrug and open the door. I am greeted by a very thin tanned tall man wearing skin tight jeans, bright green leather winkle picker shoes, a T-Shirt bearing the slogan: 'I'd rather be a quack than a ducky' with the image of a rubber duck printed below. He was bald, he was smiling, and in one hand he held a mobile phone and a pair of sunglasses, in the other a holdall. "Oh finally, here take this" He hands me the holdall as if it were as light as a feather. It wasn't. The shock of the weight felt like it nearly broke my arm. "Now, Alex meet Brad. Brad meet Alex" A small blonde haired boy appears from behind the man, "Sorry to bring him, but his brother bless his heart fell over in the playground and has lost a tooth. Mummy's had to go to the dentist to get it put back in hasn't she?" The last statement was directed at the child, who nods shyly then tries to hide behind the Lion's leg, who incidentally has other plans and barges into the house, stopping dead in front of Carol.
"Oh my don't you look the spit of Ursula before I married her!" The lion squeaked a hideous laugh and disappeared into the living room come kitchen. Leaving Carol, Brad and I standing in the corridor a little shocked. "She got it!" He screamed from out of sight, "I knew she would the devil!" He came running as camp as tits back into the hall brandishing some hideous vase. "The little witch she knew I wanted this!" He states as if Carol and I knew exactly what he was talking about and returns to the kitchens. It's then I manage to get to grips with the world, I still stood holding the door open, Brad is next to me and Carol is staring stunned at me.
Shaking my head to clear it and wake myself out of shock, I shut the door, take Brad's hand and lead him into the kitchen, Carol following. There we see the Lion stood in the center of the room, one slender hand on his hip the other pressing a mobile phone to his head. "Jan dear, oh you little witch you knew I wanted that Berkenborris Vase. I don't care what you say your a horrible woman... yes, yes I'm here now... just about to dear... what... no tell her go to Florence and Peepee's, not that old crow. Yes give them my name. Love you byes!" The lion finally turns to face Carol and me, we're stood before him like we'd seen a ghost. "Your mother," he says to me in a disproving tone, head wobbling like a bladder on a stick, "was just about to commit hair dressing sin. Thankfully we got to her in time" The Lion looks down at the child now clinging to my leg. "Go play with Bongo son, daddy's got work to do"
Son, son! There is no gods given way this man is a heterosexual. "I know what your both thinking" he says looking at us with a knowing grin, "I'm to old to be their father! But honestly I'm only 36, I just look older than I am. It was them years on the boats... turned me into a dried old prune, or a coconut... without the hair, no that doesn't work. Anyway Jan tells me your in a little bit of bother and need to get to Italy ASAP without a soul knowing but we three your mum and Jan. Am I right?" Carol and I both nod. "Excellent, well first things first, passports. You got yours here?"
"Erm no" I mutter.
"No worries my lovelies. Backs against that wall. Not the first time you've heard that I imagine Alex!" The Lion cackles. We do as instructed though somewhat reluctantly on my part, and he quickly takes our mug shots with his mobile phone. "OK, one moment" The Lion dials another number on his phone and assumes his previous stance but this time strutting about the kitchen, he looks like a mannish hula girl. "Bravos my lovely, sending you two photo's as we speak, yes I need passports... what do you think you silly twit, British and by tonight... don't use that tone with me dear I know where you live, and your mother! Names... erm..." the lion looks about the room. "Minty Spear" he says after he spies a pack of mints in a bowl, and "Egbert Panning" no prize's for what caught his eye then. "I also need a third but I'll send you that photo later, name... oh erm... Poppy... Poppy Panning" I groan inwardly. I'm fucking called Egbert. "What? Ages? Oh... Minty is 30, Egbert 28, Poppy, Oh I'd say about 60 odd. Make the dates of births up Bravos, god gave you a brain fucking use it" he hung up and grinned at Carol and I. "What?" he asks eventually noting our obvious disapproval.
"Minty!?" Carol states angrily.
"Minty! Fuck Minty what about Egbert. Oh yes, that's a great one that is, very inconspicuous. Fucking Egbert" I rant.
"Have no fear dears, Uncle Lion knows what he's doing, your not the first birds I've helped fly the nest you know! Now... look... Carol love body armor is so last decade, and Alex love, you look like you've been through the wars! Sexy as the wanna-be Die Hard look is, it's not you, and not appropriate. You need to be..." I hold my tongue whilst he's thinking, well what I assume to be thinking that is, hes staring at the ceiling clicking his fingers by his chin as he taps a foot. "I'm thinking sexy" he head begins wobbling from one side to another, "I'm thinking glamor, I'm thinking... yes... that's it" Like some camp crazed genie he grabs the heavy holdall and starts pulling garments out left right and center. Like Mary Poppins bag countless shirts, shoes, trousers, dresses come tumbling out.
There is no way, no matter how good at packing you are, of getting all those clothes in one bag. The Lion, now proceeds draping clothes all over us. Occasionally he would smile then he would cringe and throw something to the floor. "You know there's nothing I can do... until we get those mops sorted. You look like beggars.... unless... no beggar chic is in two years time, not yet, to soon, unless" He shakes his head turns for a moment and stares at nothing. He whips out his phone again and dials. "Gloria, it's me dear, cotton, rough spun stained if possible buy as much as you can and leave it in warehouse nine... I know it leaks thats the point. Take care love, speak soon" He hangs up, looks up at me bemused and smiles before dialing again. "Riggy, get to Jan's I need your services pronto!"
Everything after that was... insane to be frank. Riggy turns out to be the Lions Hair personal hair guru. Exactly why a balf man needs a personal hair guru I'll never fathom. After a few hours of washing, cutting and styling, Carol and I are paraded up and down for Riggy and the Lion in various different garment combinations. After what feels like an eternity we seem to be done, and glancing in the mirror I do indeed look like a million dollars, but I'm not exactly comfortable in it. "I liked the way I looked" I declared at the end staring at myself in an all black ensemble.
"Yes you did, but... Egbert doesn't, your no longer Alex Moon you are Egbert Panning and Egbert wears what your wearing!" I frown and give up I realize this is a battle I'm not going to win. Carol the traitor is totally happy, she swirls and spins and she loves her new curly blonde streaked hair. She smiles happily at me.
"Oh my love your teeth! We'll have to get them seen to pronto" The Lion whips his trusty mobile phone out again and dials a number. I laugh at the now not so pleased face of Carol. Carol's teeth weren't bad just a little crooked, hardly noticeable when you know her "Hello Kenmore I need an emergency Veneer... and you might as well add a whitening in for tonight as well" The Lion says looking at me. How the tides have turned! Smoking does pay its tole on the old ivory's. Carol glares at me with subdued triumph. Now preened and dressed I feel alien in my own skin. That is when my mother and Jan arrives in a howl of laughter. They plod into the living room burdened with shopping bags looking every bit... not my mother. She looked very much as she had done all those years ago at the beginning of her career. Fresh buoyant and happy, dripping in vintage. Mother stops dead in her tracks as she stares at me and carol.
The Lion laughs and declares in a very camp but important tone: "Poppy Panning meet your son Egbert and your assistant Minty Spear" my mother just stares a moment then nearly bowls over laughing.
"Alex, you look... different!" she laughs, "and Carol what a transformation, but..." she looks at the Lion.
"The teeth" he says nearly pained, "all in hand my love"
"You are a maestro Leo" My mother tells him, so that's his name. Genius... I think not. Carol seems somewhat upset by the manner they talk of her teeth.
"I do my best, your Dragon-ness" He says bowing low with a cheeky smile. Hours ago my mother was protesting against using the Lion, now they're as chummy as anything. I am so confused. My mother, Riggy and Leo the Lion begin chatting away about what ever hair dresser he sent her to, whilst I desperately need a cigarette, but just as I light up one for me and one for carol another BUZZZ rings and Jan goes to answer the front door. It's... it's... the dentist. I can sense their evil. Christ you can even get door to door dentists in London now. Kenmore turns out to be just as camp as the Lion, but doesn't speak as much, or even at all. However one look at Carol's teeth and he nearly breaks down in tears.
In my opinion they're not that bad. But obviously to these super sensitive fashion folk they are the scourge of the earth. With less than a moments hesitation he whisks Carol away into a different room. Anxiously I wait, partaking in the occasional beverage, whilst the others chat mindlessly (in my opinion) on what's going on in the world of London. I had briefly lived in the City between fights with the ex... ex, and work. I wasn't a fan of the city. There was not one thing I could say I loved about the place, other than... well the place, but there was a million and one things I hated I could quite easily list.
In the back ground some vintage kids TV was playing. I loved the theme tune as some crazy spring bound mustachioed boy hopped about the screen with a hairy dog. The G&T's were well and truly kicking in when Carol emerged with a slightly numb mouth but a gleaming pair of perfectly straight white teeth. She grinned ludicrously at me, now the nightmare was over she loved what she had come away with... a little to much. The trouble now is, its now my turn, and that I did not like.
Shaking with near trepidation I entered the room. I hate dentists ever since a nightmare I had when my brother dressed in white tried to force a power drill in my mouth. The sad side of the nightmare was it actually happened, thankfully the drill wasn't on, but still it had a lasting impression. My brother it turns out is a sick and twisted bastard. Many of my neurosis's come from his cruel jests.
Surprisingly it didn't take long, a gum guard filled with a gel and hay presto I had white teeth. Then a second gum guard with a different type of gel. One that would create an artificial coating on my teeth that would protect them from staining,and before I knew it I was kicked out of the room to greet everyone else with gleaming white teeth. It's amazing just the difference squeaky clean glistening white teeth can make. Whilst sit about the dinning table sharing drinks and laughing Kenmore slips out to terrorize others with his dentist bag of evil. I find with alcohol I am growing more comfortable in my new garb, however different it makes me feel.
I smile a little that night, and it feels like the first time in ages. But as the others chat and joke and laugh and do all the sorts of things a mishmash of people do, I begin to ache inside. I suddenly realize I miss Ian. Not the scary psychopathic Ian that tries to push me out of windows, but the nice Ian. The one that would sit beside me and hold my hand, the one who would place a strong hand on my shoulder, the one that would laugh at my jokes and tell me I'm cute. I miss him, and suddenly I can't continue with the charade. I excuse myself as best I can and retreat upstairs. The stairs seemed to wind up and up, but I eventually came to a crowded attic with a window that opened out onto the roof. I find myself scrabbling out onto the tiles to stare at the sky as the sunset died behind a line of skyscrapers. I was alone with my thoughts, but it was more than that, I was truly alone. I stared at my hands. I shake my head in dismay.
"My life will never be the same" I mutter out load.
"No, no it wont" I heard my mother confirm from inside the attic. I hadn't heard her follow and jump nearly loosing my grip and slide down the tiles, when I've regained myself my mother looks at me with knowing eyes and motions for me to shuffle over. I do.
"What's going on mum?" I ask despairingly as she scrambles out on to the roof. I offer her a hand but she waves it away. As she takes a seat on the roof tiles, she sighs and places an arm around my shoulder and pulls me towards her. I place my head on her shoulder.
"Life my son, life" She says quietly, it occurs to me at that moment I've not been called son in a while. It makes me feel warm inside, it's such a pathetic simple thing but it makes me feel like I'm wanted, wanted for me rather than what I can be, or can do... I feel a tear welling up in my eye. I chastise myself. In the past few days I've cried more than I had in years.
"I don't think I can ever love again mum" I say sheepishly. "He... he... tried to kill me!" It was the first true time I had managed to say it without skirting the truth. The bastard had tried to kill me.
With her grip tight about my shoulders she pulled me even harder against her, "You will, you will" She cooed in my ear, "because your not the only one who can see the future. The moment I brought you into this world I knew you were special, I knew you were one in a billion. You are strong, you are wise, you are clever, and you are handsome. You are everything I saw in that moment I brought you into the world, and you will have the most handsome deserving lover in the world. You see, my baby, its not that you don't deserve them. They haven't deserved you, and somewhere out there is someone worth their weight in gold and will love you just as much as I do. Will care for you just as much as I do. He may not be around the next corner, he may not even be up the street, he could be on the other side of the world, but he will be looking for you, and when you find him... you will know, and then and only then will you love again, and love only him. I promise you Alex. I promise you with all my heart it will happen" She kissed me on the brow and looked up at the sky. Between the clouds and the smog a few stars twinkled. "Look!" She said happily, "it's Mr Frog!" I laughed. As a child I could never read the stars like my brother or my dad could, I could never see the patterns the ancients had set out. Orion's Belt, the Plow, the Great Bear they had all meant nothing to me, but Mr Frog. He was the only stars I could see as a child, and I had named them. Only Mum and I could see Mr Frog and to see those stars that night made me laugh, and laugh and laugh. It had been so long, to long since I had felt like child again.
Sometime later we rejoined the others to find that our new passports had arrived. I joked that I wished the post office could be so quick, but no one other than Carol found it funny. Before I could say squiggly pig the next gears in the machine were in motion and a large black car pulled up outside. As the Lion lead us upstairs, he motioned towards the door opened by the driver. "Ladies and Gentleman your chariot awaits!" he declared. Somewhat begrudgingly I get inside followed by my mother and Carol. The Lion joins us after instructing his son to stay with Jan.
As the car sets in motion my mother chirps up whilst lighting a long cigarette, "So Leo my friend how much is this costing me?"
"Oh my love, why nothing of course, anything for the Dragon!" he declares
"I see..." my mother mutters, she glances over Carol and I and glares at the Lion once more, "but what about them?"
For a second, a very brief second he looks uneasy, and suddenly composes himself. "A very small price" he says arching his fingers, "Only they're lives, in a figurative sense of course"
"What?" Carol and I declare in unison.
Grinning the Lion begins, "Alex, Carol, I've given you new lives, new identities, a new life style" he produces a series of bank cards and hands them to us. "The PIN's are 0000 change them when you get to Italy. All I ask in return is your old lives, names, birthdays everything you owned, everything you had saved it's all mine now"
"I... I..." I stumble over the words.
"Those bank cards hold more money than you could ever dream to spend. Consider it an exchange from a meager life, to a grand new one. You are healthy, you are rich, you are everything most dream to be!"
"But..." Carol begins.
"You will never be the people you were. You are, my creations! I am an artist after all" I couldn't believe what I heard. My whole life as 'meager' as the Lion put it was no longer mine. How... how could I be anything but Alex. "After all it's only paper!" The Lion concluded.
We rode in silence after that, my mother staring out the window, she knew I realize, she knew the price. Perhaps it was for the best. Alex and Carol had committed crimes, but Minty and Egbert... fucking Egbert... were free and innocent. Let's see how long these identities stay untainted I think to myself.
We arrive eventually at some murky riverside dock on the Thames, and there sat bobbing on the water was a pristine sea cruiser named... the Sea Lion no less. It was gleaming white and blue, with a large silver lion painted on the front. "All aboard my lovelies, this here humble vessal will be your home on the trip to Italy, and dear little Captain Spice here will make sure you get there safe. Much love to you all, but this fairy godmother has got wishes to make true elsewhere" The Lion announced as we shuffled along the gang plank. The sun was setting over the city and through the gloom I could see the Lion climb back inside the vehicle whipping out his mobile phone and immediately talking to someone else. I'm left wondering if we could really trust the Lion.
Inside the boat we are allocated a cabin each, well I say cabins, they were more like the size of my first flat! Each was decorated with a typical nautical theme, all polished wood and white and blue stripes. Beside my bed were two black suitcases. I drag one up onto the bed, its full of clothes, all my size. All black and white. The other suitcase holds shoes and other accessories. I explore the rest of the cabin. There's a well stocked minibar, a luxurious en suite, a comfortable seating area, with sound system and home cinema set up complete with audio/visual hard drive and various games consoles. Beside the wide bed is a sliding door that opens onto a private deck that runs the length of the cabin.
I collapse into one of the armchairs. I could get used to this I say to myself. Some time later, as I doze in an arm chair, in the early hours of the morning the yacht sets sail and we drift down the Thames. Come morning there was a knock at the door. I get up to open the door to find a handsome young man bearing a tray of food.
"Good morning sir" The young man says with a bright white smile. He is young, around eighteen I'd say with a gorgeous grin and dark eyes set in a nicely tanned face framed by black hair. "I have brought you breakfast may I set it out for you?" I nod allowing the young man to enter. He crosses the cabin to the seating area and bends over to places the tray down. I gape at his perfect bubble butt, cupped in his white shorts. I shake my head trying to compose myself. "Tea or coffee sir?" he says turning back to me, a slight grin upon his lips.
"Oh, oh tea" I mumble
"Very good sir" he says and pours me a cup, and gestures to me sit. I shut the door and sit. He continues to serve me my breakfast, of cereal, tea, toast, orange juice, yoghurt and fruit. "I hope this pleases sir?" He says finally. I notice now he has a slight accent.
"Yes, yes it does, tell me what is your name?"
"Oh Mario, sir"
"Very good, and where are you from?"
"Italy sir"
"Oh we're heading there now" I smile at the man, he smiles back and nods. His skin looks so smooth and soft. "I will return when you are finished with your breakfast sir" and he left. Slightly bemused I was left to my food and I happily munched away, realizing I hadn't really eaten since breakfast the day before. When I was finished I explored the home cinema system. The hard drive had an extensive range of movies and TV series, and also quite an extensive range of porn, broken up into three categories, gay, straight and lesbian. Naturally inquisitive I begin to peruse the gay category. Unbeknownst to me as I am giggling away at some of the more creative titles Mario returns.
"May I clear the plates sir?" He asks as I jump clean out of my skin embarrassed.
"Oh, Mario, god, I didn't see you... sorry I was just looking!" I fumble with the remote control and switch the TV off. Thank Christ I wasn't having a wank I'd have had a heart attack.
"It is quite alright sir" Mario says as he finishes clearing the plates, "You know sir I have been asked to make sure you want for nothing during this trip" he adds with a sly wink, "nothing at all"
"Oh well, erm, thank you Mario, really, I'll let you know" I stand up to go open the door for him but Mario places the tray back down and turns and grabs me gently by the arm, pulling me to his thin strong body and pressing his lips against mine. Breaking from them he mutters, "anything" I gulp, before he kisses me again. Suddenly I find myself lost in the moment, and I throw my arms around the young man ripping his tight white polo shirt from him tanned muscled body. My fingers caress his soft naked skin as my mouth sucks hungrily on his neck. Mario moans gently as my hands grasp at his crotch. His dick is hard and thick, throbbing within my grasp. Mario's own hands now begin fumbling at my shirt undoing the buttons and then to the belt of my trousers. I wriggle out of them as I yank Mario's shorts down, revealing he's wearing a slim black jockstrap, his large dick stretching the pouch obscenely. Dropping to my knees I begin to lick and suck passionately at the smoothy stretchy fabric of the underwear. His smell fills my nostrils and makes me crave for more. His hands clutch at my head pressing my face against his meaty cock. I look up at the beautiful young mans face and smile as his growls in a sexy low tone, eye's shut pointing to the ceiling. Gripping his waist I turn him around and press my tongue against his ass. Mario leans over slightly to allow me access to his tight boy hole. I lavish his anus with my tongue, getting it wet and ready and without warning I thrust two fingers deep inside him. His hole clenches tightly around the intruders but quickly adjust. Mario gyrates against my probing hand and moans gently. Soon I can't take any more and I have to fuck him. His beautiful round ass just begged to be pounded and I couldn't resist any longer. Standing I thrust the boy over an armchair, whip my own dick out of my underwear, lube up with spit, align and thrust. With little ceremony I plunge deep into the boy. He was tight and warm and wonderful.
At first he yelped against the intrusion but he soon adjusted and accepted my probing dick. Pretty soon we had established a good rhythm and we were fucking like beasts. I leaned over the boy as I continued my fucking and reached for his own dick with my right hand. I gripped the throbbing member through the fabric of the black jockstrap. I could feel the copious amounts of precum oozing through the black fabric. With my thumb I plucked the waistband away from Mario's body and tucked it beneath his ample nuts. My hand gently caressed the hot throbbing dick, teasing the tip of the helmet and his bollocks with gentle flicks. As our passion increased I took his swollen cock in my hand and started pumping it furiously, in time with the pounding of his ass.
In moments my orgasm arrived with full force, and I pumped my many shots of hot jizz deep into his ass, until finally there was no more. Instantly Mario pulled himself off and thrust his throbbing dick towards my panting mouth. Without hesitation he drove it deep inside my mouth and began fucking my lips until he to reached climax. Thick hot streams of spunk pumped their way down my throat, and I eagerly accepted. Both now spent Mario removed his ample penis from my mouth and smiled before tucking his meat back into their jockstrap. Scrambling to my feet I to pulled my underwear up.
"Well... erm, yeah!" I say awkwardly scratching the back of my neck. I smile at the boy who grins back somewhat sheepishly.
"I had better get the breakfast things back to the kitchen" he says as he pulls his shorts on and tight little polo shirt. He picks up the tray and smiles. I on the other hand just stand in my underwear staring at the cute man. It had all happened so fast I didn't really know what to think. A thought occurs to me, I don't need to know what to think, Egbert doesn't want to know, Alex would but Egbert doesn't. Just as the Lion said.
Egbert... though... fucking Egbert. I'm changing my name the first moment I can I vow. Mario see's himself out of the room with little else said and I turn to the suitcases and begin to select some clothes for the day. I settle for a pair of black pinstripe trousers with a pair of black skater trainers and a tight black polo shirt. I decide its high time to find the women and see the rest of the boat. Leaving my cabin I wander down the deck and enter into a large central chamber which is set out like a large open space, the whole back wall a solid wall of glass. Beyond which is another sun deck where I find my mother and Carol sitting reading magazines. Now we're still in the English Channel and its not exactly clement, but the fresh sea air is bracing and the sun is quite bright though not particularly warm. I approach the women and greet them.
"Good morning!" My mother beams, Carol glances from the magazine and smiles before returning to whatever article she was reading. My mother sniffs the air. "My, my someones been a naughty boy" my mum smacks me gently with her magazine. I stare at her in disbelief, I don't smell, beside I'd dowsed myself with some cologne before leaving the cabin just in case, "go on who was it? Oh was it Dixon he looks... mmm, or was it Ben?"
"Mother! I've done nothing" Carol snorts.
"And I'm a donkey, come on, out with it, who was it!" I take a seat by the table, and absently pick up a magazine.
"I honestly don't know what your talking about!" I persist. Carol places her magazine down on the table and looks at me with one of "them" looks. The kind all men try to avoid.
"We heard you!" She tells me bluntly. I instantly flush red all over. My mother bursts into a cackle and Carol returns to her reading.
"Well boy! Spit it out! Or did you swallow. AH HAHAHAHA" My mother erupted into fits of laughter unlike anything I've ever heard her do before. Carol begins to chuckle and despite my despair I have to laugh a little.
"It was Mario" I concede. Both Carol and mother nod to each other, and Carol reluctantly hands over a ten pound note.
"Good choice" My mum says, "Next time just make sure you switch Privacy on yes baby?" she returns to her magazine smiling. For the rest of the day we do pretty much nothing important. We read, watch television and play some cards. Just after midday we take lunch on the deck and come the evening we dine with the captain. It's a a very strange experience. There is a crew near ten upon the White Lion all to serve the three of us. That night Mario comes to my cabin to see if "wanted anything" and I fucked him again. This time with the cabin's privacy setting on. He slept beside me until the very early hours before he snook off to do his duties. The second day was to my disappointment much like the first however I did discover the jacuzzi setting my en-suites bath. This I enjoyed for much of the evening. Come the third day I was growing very tired of the voyage and the confinement of vessel. I had read everything I had wanted to read, non of the magazines truly interested me, and though fucking Mario was fun, there is only so much of a good thing you can have.
It was the third night on board when the dream came. It had been so long since I had suffered a vision that I had nearly forgot what they felt like. It tore me from my slumber and jolted me out of bed. My head pounded violently as the images filled my mind. The sky dark and heavy with pregnant clouds thundering above. Huge waves crashed against a small rocky island capped with a peculiar lighthouse. A winding path carved its way around the island, and I was there. This was the first time I had had a vision of myself. I thought afterward that might have been why the vision hurt so much. It went as quickly as it came, and I found myself knelt upon the floor clutching my head between my palms.
Mario was staring at me aghast from the bed, muttering some prayer in Latin or Italian I couldn't tell. I quickly recovered from the ordeal stood and ransacked some shelving for a pen and paper. Grabbing a small notepad I sketched the lighthouse and flung it at Mario.
"What is that?"
"It's Leonardo's Lighthouse, a replica of one of Da Vinci's designs built off the coast from Venice"
"Tell the captain that's our new heading" I said as I flung myself into a chair.
"But we're due to arrive at..."
"Tell the captain that that is our new heading and if there is a problem he talk to me" I pointed to the cabin door and Mario quickly gathered his things and fled carrying his clothes and shoes in his arms. I toyed with the intercom that sat on the little coffee table and buzzed Carol.
"Wha..." she mumbled sleepily.
"I've had another vision" I said abruptly.
"...OK, I'm coming" She said after the necessary moment she needs to process words when just woken. She found me moments later sipping on a very large and strong vodka tonic. She sits opposite me and pours herself one. "I saw your mum shes taking on one of the engine technicians at a drinking game. Shes winning" Carol informed. I force a smile. "Did it hurt? What did you see"
"It hurt like no other, and I saw... I saw myself, this is the first time I've ever seen myself in a vision. It felt strange. Wrong somehow"
"What were you doing?" She asked curiously sipping her vodka.
"Climbing the stairs up to Leonardo Da Vinci's replica Lighthouse off the coast of Venice. I've instructed the captain to change course for Venice. We might need to speak to Mario aswel. He seemed pretty freaked out" Carol nods, and pats my hand. We sit there in silence for awhile until finally I admit defeat to the vodka and crawl back into bed. Carol lays down next to me and hugs me as I fall into an uneasy sleep.