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ALEX RIDER: THE SLAVE BOY

With an incredulous Tom watching, Alex had smeared gold body paint
on his arms, neck and face. Tom examined Alex up and down. The boy
was shoeless at the moment. The silk trousers that were loose
fitting, barely came up to …well, Tom thought, they came up to
a few inches below Alex’s hips, leaving the entire torso bare,
a deep navel with a triangle design inside, and large expanse of skin
below said navel and hips…Tom thought he saw the briefest of a
hair line there…light colored hair that matched Alex’s
head of blond…but as he leaned in closer to get a better look,
he caught Alex staring at him. The velvet waist coat covered little.
Alex’s arms were bare all the way up to and including the
shoulders…his chest was bare, sporting cold thick pointed
nipples. It was cold in Venice after all, even though the summer was
just ending. The waist coat hardly covered the lower two ribs on
either side of Alex’s body. Alex smiled and handed the body
paint jar to Tom. Tom smiled back. He hoped Alex didn’t
notice…who’s kidding, this kid notices everything, Tom
thought. But even so, Tom tried to hold the jar in front of his own
crotch so Alex would not detect the involuntary reaction Tom had
already had.

Tom smeared gold paint in his palms and on his fingers. He put the
jar down and stood behind Alex. The silk trousers were seeing through
and Alex didn’t sport any shorts beneath, nor underwear for
that matter. Tom tried to avert his eyes from the tight golden
globes that were showing through the silk nonsense. Eyes widened. Tom
swallowed.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I…” Tom fumbled. “This is so
ridiculous…”

“No, it’s so Turkish slave boy…it’s how
I’ll get in…”

Tom thought, I wish I could get in now. “Okay, okay…”

“Don’t be bashful. It means nothing.”

Maybe to you, Tom thought and frowned. He stuck both hands under
the waist coat and up past Alex’s very muscled back and laid
them on his shoulders and began to finish the shoulders from under
and out the large arm openings to get the gold color all over. As Tom
worked, moving his hands and fingers all over Alex, from shoulders to
back to under arms, he was, at first, unaware of the reaction his
body was having. His fingers found chest and nipples. Tom sprouted.
He could feel thick mammary. His pants pointed out. He moved back a
bit, hoping not to bump into Alex accidentally…or maybe, he
wanted to, just to find out Alex’s reaction to that. This boy
body was so smooth, so hairless. Tom looked down and noticed the
middle of Alex’s lower back. “You missed a few spots down
here…” he shoved his hands down the back of Alex’s
waist band and rubbed, his hands just hitting the tops of those hot
boy globes. Tom rubbed and smeared. He put his hands down, down,
down, then up and around. Alex jerked a bit, involuntarily. Alex
ignored it, thought nothing of it. But he, too, was having a
reaction. The same as Tom’s. He wiggled a bit. It wouldn’t
do to have a horny Turkish slave boy escorting guests into the
Widow’s Palace. Tom peered over Alex’s shoulder, now
leaning in to him, not caring if his boner would be felt on Alex’s
lower quarters. He looked down, “You missed some on your
belly…”

Alex nodded, “Well, do it…then…”

“This is…okay.” Tom rubbed along Alex’s
hips from behind and moved his hands smoothly over the bones of the
hips and all around them, making circles all about the skin. He had
to, once more, dip below the waist band and out again. He moved his
hands to the front of Alex, spreading gold, making pale Brit skin
into gold dark Turk skin. He found his favorite part of the boy…hard
muscled abs, a washboard, flat belly, totally hot to Tom. Tom rubbed
the mountain of abs and stuck his two pointer fingers into Alex’s
navel. Alex winced and jerked back as though stabbed in the stomach.

“Hey…”

“You have to get inside the belly button or it’ll show
as English …” Tom laughed.

Alex laughed. “okay, okay…”

Tom fingered Alex’s navel with relish…gold relish.
Below he was wet. He figured Alex might be, also.

Alex felt wet but moved around a bit to try to hide that fact. As
Tom continued to finger him, finished, withdrew fingers from navel
and moved his hands all along Alex’s ribs…Alex stuck his
hands down his pants and used his hands to conceal the wetness or to
stop it from messing up his costume.

As Tom rubbed Alex, he leaned in purposefully. He shut his eyes
and threw his head back in ecstasy. It was all he could do to keep
from moaning loudly. In fact, his breathing accelerated.

Alex was snorting also. He let out a slight moan.

Tom felt tingles coming and rising. His stomach felt chills and
tingles, a warmth rising from there to spread out from stomach to his
chest. Just behind each pec, he felt a gentle warm feeling, a sort of
kinder version of butterflies. He knew it was love. This spread to
his heart and up his arms from his shoulders. His lower lip quivered
and his mouth was dry and wet at the same time. He opened his eyes
and looked over Alex’s shoulder. Alex swiveled hips.

“Do you mind?”

“HUH?”

“Can you get me a tissue?” Alex asked.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Don’t move. I didn’t finish…”

“Me neither…”

Tom ran to a box, grabbed a ton of tissues, knocked the box off
the hotel furniture and scrambled to put some between his own
manliness and his shorts. As he did so, he hobbled back to Alex, who
didn’t see any of this. Leaving tissues between his own member
and his shorts, and feeling wetness colliding with hairless boy skin,
Tom put tissues down Alex’s pants.

“Blimey…”

Tom quickly withdrew… “Uh, sorry…”

“Not that. I can do somethings myself, you know…you
don’t have to be so good to me…”

“Do you mean…?” Tom wasn’t sure if Alex
meant the tissues or if he meant something else. Did Alex want Tom to
bring him off? At this moment, Tom himself was totally brought to
full tuition. He moaned and leaned back, bending slightly, then drew
himself up to his own (short) stature as he climaxed. He gasped but
tried to do it without drawing Alex’s attention. A full load
unburdened itself from his shaft and filled his tissue laden shorts.
It hung there loosely. He wanted to retreat.

Alex swallowed and was jerking himself as he filled the tissues
and Tom was sure his shaft head was so large, that it must have
reached the top of the low hanging silk trouser shorts. Alex must
have shot the load all over his belly and wiped it fast with the
tissues or maybe he shot it into the the tissues and the feeling
exacerbated the tingling of it all and made him shoot some more. Alex
wiped. He quickly put the tissues on the bed and looked down at
himself. His navel dripped. “Uhmn, Tom…”

“Yeah?” Tom breathed out, gasped out really. He tried
to control his heavy breathing some more.

“I don’t think the gold paint quite took in this
area…” Alex turned around fully for the first time
since they started and Tom went wide eyed as Alex fingered his own
big, thick navel, “Can you redo it? Do it again?”

“For you?” Tom smiled a big one. “I sure
can…come on over here…” Tom picked up the jar
he put on the bed…
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