THE VALDETIAN
Mark Wildyr
I lay panting as my companion crawled off of me and strode into the bathroom. Stretching lazily on the bed, I waited to witness one of the most marvelous transformations on God’s green earth. Ajax Froman had entered the shower a handsome, virile, sexually sated adult; he would emerge as a fetching, loose-limbed nineteen-year-old adolescent in baggy clothes trailing an air of naïve innocence. The amazing thing was that both images were accurate. At times, he seemed downright otherworldly…for lack of a better term. He was an incredible fucking machine packaged in a slender, lightly sculpted body who considered an intimate relationship with another male to be no big deal. Nonetheless, he had thus far honored my request to guard our secret from the rest of the world.
“Hey, man.” Jax gave me a crooked smile as he returned to the room running long, tapered fingers through dark-brown locks that curled when damp. “That was awesome. I dig doing it with you.”
“Right back at you.” I adopted his patois. “I dig that big, swinging dick you sport, sport.”
Jax beamed like he was lit up by neon. “You like it, huh?”
“Sure do, my man. But I can’t keep from wondering who else gets a helping of it.”
“Nobody. I kinda like to stick with one guy until it’s time to move on.”
That sent a spasm of alarm through me. “Anybody else on the horizon?”
“Naw.” He shifted into a more comfortable slouch. “Well, there’s this jock at school. He’s been sniffing around. Think he might be about to make his move.”
I sat up abruptly and tried to hide my fright. “A jock? Didn’t know you went for that type.”
He gave a characteristic shrug that was so sexy I started tingling. The scent of soap and body lotion assailed me. “Don’t usually, but this guy’s hands-down hunky. The kind you get wet dreams about. Only problem is, he probably sees himself as a top, too.”
“He know about you?”
“Naw. He’s just…attracted, I guess you’d say.”
Jax went through his usual pat down, checking pockets for keys, wallet and whatever else he carried in his camo pants. “Gotta go, babe.” He leaned down for a kiss. Jax was a kisser. Learned it from movies and TV, I expect. And he’d learned damned well. The taste of his full lips almost rekindled my fire.
“When can I see you again?” I asked as he pulled away. “Next week?”
“Can’t. Got midterms. Be studying or taking tests all week. How about the week after?”
“Fine, so long as you don’t find time to squeeze in that jock.”
“Robert? Naw. Don’t think so. Probably won’t happen for a while.”
As usual, I suffered withdrawal symptoms the moment the door closed behind his trim butt. The beautiful kid had really gotten to me after only three sessions, the first of which was purely platonic. To fight my “post-Ajax depression,” I got busy around the house. At the top of the list was the front lawn, assuming I had enough strength to follow a mower around the yard, which was problematic. The sun was almost down, so perhaps the twilight air would revive me.
As I headed for the garage door on uncertain legs, the phone rang. At least I thought it did; the tone was weak and off-key. I picked up the receiver and answered. There was silence for a moment, but as I started to hang up, a wracking rattle that could have been a breath came over the wire.
“H…hello?” I said uncertainly.
“That boy…he fucked you good. Really good.”
As shocked as I was, I managed to notice the voice was strange—metallic, yet with intelligent inflections. It had to be someone playing tricks with one of those voice-altering devices. I grinned broadly.
“Ajax? Is that you? I’ve already admitted that you fuck like a rabbit!”
“A-jax. He is a beautiful human being, is he not? And he has a big appendage. Much bigger than yours.”
“You don’t have to fish for compliments, you good-looking son of a bitch. You come on back, and I’ll show you how beautiful and manly you are. And, yeah, you’ve got a big sausage.” Silence. “Ajax? Are you there?”
“The handsome A-jax, he is not here,” that odd voice replied.
Angered and fearful that I was being outed, I gripped the phone and made my voice harsh. “Who is this? Answer me! Who’s on the phone?”
Silence, and then a noise that could have been laughter, although it sounded like no laughter I knew. “This is your phone speaking.”
“Yeah, yeah! Who is this? If this isn’t Ajax, how did you know about him? What’s going on here?”
“I know about A-jax because I watched him perform his fantastic sex act upon you. He does it so gracefully and so forcefully.”
“You what? Impossible! We were in a—” I swallowed my tongue.
“Yes, in a closed room. But I watched nonetheless. It is a pity he can perform only for such a short time. He is a great pleasure to watch.”
“Such a short time? The kid fucked me for better than thirty minutes!” Oh, shit! I’d admitted it aloud. Yes, but to whom had I confessed? Someone from work? From the law firm where I’d practiced for the past three years? “Who is this? You fucker, tell me who you are!”
Silence for a long moment. “You would not understand.”
“What’s to understand? Just tell me who you are so I can sue your ass to hell and gone for invasion of privacy.”
A crackle of static came out of the receiver, and somehow I understood it was a sigh. “I am from far away, a place you will not know.”
This joker spun a good tale, but he wasn’t perfect. As he talked, his voice lost some of its tinniness, sounding more normal. “Try me. I’m a pretty at geography.”
“Geography will not help you. I am a Valdetian.”
“Where the fuck is that? And what’s your name?”
“Far away.” The voice took on a note of resignation. “Beyond reach. And my name would be unpronounceable to you. You may call me Valdetian.”
“Where are you?” I started going into my lawyer’s deposition mode.
“All around you.”
My back puckered as I scanned the room. I was alone. “Bullshit!” I lost some of my professional cool. “Cut the crap and come out where I can see you!” The hair on my arms stood up.
“You are not ready yet. I am not like you.”
“Then what are you like?” My skin crawled. My eyes searched the room, and I wished that I had turned on the lights. It was coming up on dark, and the vanity lights from the bathroom Ajax had left burning only half-relieved the gloom.
Another silence, and then, “Like this house.”
“My house? My fucking house is talking to me? I’m supposed to call my house Valdetian?”
“I am not your house. I merely…utilize it.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I warned that you would not understand. Perhaps this will make it clearer. I have two forms; my own, and this house.”
“Where in the house?” I grabbed the question out of the air. Was I going crazy or was this was really happening?
“Everywhere. I can abandon my own shape to shelter in an inanimate environment when danger threatens.”
I snorted…actually snorted. “Come on!” My turn to pause. “This Valdetia, is it in Europe or Asia? Or maybe Africa?”
“My home is Valdetia. I am Valdetian. Like your home is America, and you are—”
“Yeah, yeah! I get it. Look, fella. I’m a reasonably intelligent man…for a lawyer, that is. You don’t expect me to really believe—”
“Hang up the telephone,” the voice ordered so sternly that I instantly obeyed. “You see,” my grandfather clock said to me, “we do not need an instrument of communication to communicate.”
I about jumped out of my skin. “Get outta here!” I was reduced to street talk.
“I have,” the mirror over the mantel said. “Many times at night I leave when no one is stirring. But I always return.”
“Why? Why my house?”
“Your neighbors have families. You live alone. And your lifestyle is more interesting. Most of the men here consort with Mektosas…what you call women or females. You prefer Meksos, as do I.”
“You’re a homo Valdetian?” At that point I knew I was taking this semi-seriously.
“Homo? That is not a word I am familiar with. Much of what I know, I learned in this house, and that is not a word you commonly use.”
“How about queer or gay?”
“Ah. The preference for one of your own clete. Your own sex. Also, you play with your thing…I believe you call it a dick. A-jax calls it a cock. I think I prefer A-jax’s word.”
I’m sure the soles of my feet blushed. “You’ve been spying on me!”
“Of course. How else can I learn? I like the way you close your eyes when you near your time. Your mouth opens, and you let out this strange sound.”
My ears went red.
“A-jax closes his eyes, too, when he approaches ejaculation. You are a handsome man, Rex, but forgive me; A-jax is far superior.”
“No argument from me,” I mumbled, glad to get off of the subject of masturbation. “You see everything that goes on in here?”
Silence. Then, “Yes.”
“No, you don’t!” I exclaimed, suddenly understanding something. “You have to have eyes to see. Like the mirror or the TV. Right?”
“But I hear everything.”
“You son of a bitch! I’ll fix you. I’ll take down all the mirrors and move the TV out of my bedroom. I’ll blind you, you bastard.”
“Do you not like to be watched?”
Taking a mental step backward, I snapped, “I’ll get back to you on that. Right now I’m going to find the hidden cameras and microphones you jokers installed in here. Then I’m calling the cops.”
My uninvited guest remained mute as I turned on every light and scoured the entire house for two solid hours. I came up with nothing. No small, innocuous cameras, no miniature plastic bugs. Nothing. Finally, I collapsed on the sofa, mentally exhausted.
“Satisfied?” the glass on my coffee table asked, almost scaring me to death.
“I can’t get my head around this. Go on, convince me.”
“Shall I tell you how you awaken every morning with your cock erect?”
“Piss hard,” I mumbled defensively.
“Or how you come home some nights and sprawl on the sofa to finger your thing through your clothing. Sometimes, that is enough, but sometimes, you take it out and massage it until your fluid spurts out. You have not done that since you brought the amazing A-jax home. Tell me, why do you not bring other young men home with you? Only A-jax comes to your house.”
“Ajax!” I shouted inanely. “It’s Ajax; not A-jax.”
“Thank you. I will remember. Tell me how you met our beautiful friend.”
So I told the coffee mug on my lamp table how one Saturday three weeks ago, I’d given an incredibly handsome, graceful and overwhelmingly sensual teenaged hitchhiker a lift to UNM on East Central. The kid was so breathtaking I was loath to let him go, so I offered to buy lunch. He not only accepted; he talked a leg off me, something I was not accustomed to from the teens of my acquaintance. He was an American lit major in his sophomore year. His old buggy was on the fritz but should be repaired early the next week.
We ended up killing the afternoon, and the more I got to know him, the stronger the sexual attraction became. When I took him back to the university, I knew we’d meet again and probably end up in bed.
That cataclysmic event came a week later. It appeared to be a chance meeting, but in reality, our vibes the previous weekend had set a date in stone for the same time, same place the next Saturday. He bailed out of a vintage Chevy and got in my BMW, flashing the brilliant smile I found so endearing. Twenty minutes later, I was lying in my own bed getting the fucking of my life.
“Jax is a natural; unusually skilled for one of his tender years,” I finished.
“How does it become Jax instead of Ajax?”
“A nickname, a familiar. Makes him into a friend, an intimate.”
“I see. And what is your theory as to how Jax became so skilled?”
“As I say, part of it is natural ability. But he grew up on a Montana ranch watching the animals do it. And he told me he bedded cowboys from horizon to horizon in the Big Sky Country, starting at an early age.” I laughed. “Most kids are just beginning to jerk off by then. He was already fucking. Today was our second sexual bout, and it was as fantastic as the first.”
“Call him back. I should like to observe him again. And you, too, of course. You are quite attractive as you squirm beneath him. I notice that you use two positions. In one, you face him; in the other he enters you from behind.”
“I like the first.” What was this squirrelly satisfaction I got from discussing Ajax’s bedroom gymnastics with my TV, my mantel, the light fixture, even the ashtray? “Because I can watch him do it to me. But the other way is good, too, because it’s full-body contact.”
“He prefers that, I believe,” my reading lamp suggested.
“Yes, I think you are right.”
“Contact him,” the voice, which was beginning to sound a bit like me, urged again.
“Can’t. He drove his own car today and won’t be back at the dorm yet. And you heard him tell me he has to study for midterm exams.”
“Tomorrow is what you call Sun-day. Try him tomorrow. Lure him back!” one of the tiny mirrors sewn into the avant-garde throw pillow on my lap insisted. I hastily threw it aside.
“We’ll see,” I hedged in the face of such intensity and fled outside to cut the lawn in the dark, wondering at every step if the Valdetian rode the mower with its dangerous whirling blades.
After a restless night of listening for—and hearing—rustling noises in the dark, creaks from the attic, and a thud in the kitchen, I rose and staggered naked into the bathroom looking like a wreck. I pissed, rinsed my hands, and doused my face in cold water before clearing away my eyes with a towel. Something in the mirror did not look right; it was cloudy. Vainly, I tried to wash off what I took to be soap film. At length, I stood back and regarded it for what it was.
“I see you, Valdetian.”
“No,” my mirror answered quietly. “You see only the roiling of my discontent. You shall not see the true me until it is time.”
“And when will that be?”
“When I deem you ready.”
“Let me be the judge of that. Why are you here, anyway? Your spaceship crash, or something?”
“Valdetians have progressed far beyond such archaic craft. However, you are correct in assuming that something went awry with my mode of transportation.”
“So now you’re stuck here in my house? How long have you been here?”
“Two of your months. Long enough to know you live a life of quiet desperation.”
“What are you talking about? I’m a lawyer! I make good money. The hours are not bad. I work out at the gym and am healthy. I’m passing good looking and have a decent body. Lots of people envy me.”
“Then why were you alone until Ajax came into your life?”
“I wasn’t alone. I had relationships. I just didn’t bring any of them home. Until Jax.”
“Yes. He is worth bringing home. Call him.”
“Nope. If I push him too hard, he’ll get restless and hook up with that jock he mentioned. That Robert guy.”
“And this is bad?”
“You heard him, Valdetian. He tends to stay monogamous until it’s time to move on. I don’t want him to move on.”
“But I must see him perform again.”
“Not going to happen, Val. When he comes back, I’m covering every mirror, every television screen, the works. I want my privacy with that young man.”
“When he comes, I will watch. In the meantime, I enjoy seeing you like this.”
So help me, when I realized my mirror was staring at my naked body, I started to get hard.
“Ah, that is nice. Manipulate yourself for me.”
I wet my lips and started to tell him to fuck off. But my hands pressed against my thighs and then cupped my balls. It was pleasant knowing someone…or something…was watching. I grasped my now hard cock in my right hand and tugged on it a couple of times. My nipples tingled. My back rippled. Before I knew it, I was masturbating seriously.
“Yes, yes! That is almost as good as watching Ajax fuck you. Do it, Rex. Make it come.”
I increased the rhythm as my testicles started to draw up. I leaned forward against the countertop, thrusting my groin toward the mirror. A moment later, I exploded. My cum shot all over the glass. I panted and relaxed as sperm oozed through my fingers.
“Beautiful! Beautiful. Do it again.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” I wheezed. “Give a guy a break.”
Nonetheless, my butt continued to prickle as I showered and shaved. I finished dressing in my bedroom, keenly aware that I was under observation. I faced my dresser and grasped my basket, shaking it at the mirror before starting for the garage. As I reached the kitchen, my toaster asked where I was going.
“Few chores. Gotta get some groceries. Won’t be long. Unless I spot a buff kid with a nice ass. Enjoy the house; it’s all yours.”
“When will you return?”
“Couple of hours. You’re free to roam until then.”
After my tasks were done, I played cat and mouse with a kid with a cute bubble butt at the Albuquerque library for damned near an hour before some of his buddies showed up and swept him away, ruining what I think was a mutual desire for me to bury my cock between those nice buns. Following that, I had a cup of espresso at Starbucks and took a walk-through of an antique shop. Finally, I admitted I was dawdling, avoiding a return to my alien-infested home. What the hell was I going to do about that short of burning the place down? Did Terminix handle space mice?
Might as well face the music; or more to the point, the Valdetian. When I inserted my key in the lock, my peephole almost made me pee my pants.
“Where have you been? Hurry up and get in here.”
“What’s the hurry? And stop scaring me like that. Twenty-seven’s too young for white hair.”
“What is the hurry? It is our beautiful friend, Ajax.”
“What about him?” Comprehension dawned. “You didn’t! Please tell me you didn’t call him. How did you even get his telephone number?”
“You thoughtfully left it in the telephone, properly labeled Ajax Froman. Yes, I dialed his number, and he thought it was you,” my own voice said from somewhere down the hall.
I began to get a bad feeling. “What the hell did you say to him?”
“He claimed he was too busy studying, so I suggested he bring along his new friend, Robert.”
“What?” I roared. “Don’t encourage him, Valdetian. He’ll crawl aboard that kid and forget all about me.”
The voice, this time coming from the computer screen in my home office, took on that tinny quality again, and I understood Val was disturbed. “I offered to join them. That is, I offered for you to join them. I suggested they could both fuck you and end this problem of being tops, which I understand means they both wish to fuck rather than be fucked.”
“Oh, shit!” I moaned. “And what did he say to that?”
“He seemed somewhat offended. Ajax said he did not go for threesomes.”
“You’ve fucked it all up. The kid will never see me again!”
“To the contrary. Ajax is on his way over here right this minute.”
“With Robert? How did you manage that?”
“I, speaking as you, of course, offered the use of your bedroom and assured him the front door would be unlocked. I…you promised to remain closeted in your office until he left.”
I collapsed in my chair, devastated. This…this creature had screwed up my life just so he could watch Ajax perform in bed, and there was nothing I could do about it short of heading the kid off at the door and alienating him forever. The front doorbell rang, bringing me out of the chair.
“Do not answer it,” the computer warned. “He said he would ring the bell to reassure his companion no one was home.”
Moments later, I heard the rumble of nervous male laughter in my front hallway. I clasped my head in my hands and suffered in silence.
After a few minutes, the creature spoke. “Look.”
I raised my head and gazed into my computer screen. Ajax… my beautiful Ajax…held a sturdy, handsome blond kid in his arms. Robert fought the kiss for a minute, but once Ajax found his lips, the jock surrendered. I soon lost the power to protest as I watched the most erotic striptease I’d ever witnessed. Each disrobed the other, one garment at a time. Robert’s erection sent me into the stratosphere, probably someplace near Valdetia. When Jax slowly rolled a pair of bikini shorts over his own downy thighs, excitement turned to elation. That slender, tousle-headed youth of my dreams was bigger. In every way: length, thickness…sheer bulk. Robert seemed to lose some of his swagger.
“Look,” Valdetian said from somewhere over my shoulder. “Ajax is more the man.”
“Yes, but let’s see who sticks it to whom. I’m betting on Jax, although it’s gonna be a blow to the ego for that jock to take a cock up his butt.”
It was a seesaw, but Ajax played it masterfully, just as he had for those Montana cowboys, I imagine. He used his full, sensuous lips to drive the jock crazy and then lured the blond into a little payback. By the time they tumbled onto the bed, Robert was on the bottom. Ajax gave him a full, deep-throat kiss while spreading the boy’s legs with his own. When he cradled Robert’s knees in his elbows, the jock protested. Jax stilled the rebellion with another kiss while he fingered the blond’s ass. Soon he was easing that big log into Robert’s channel.
After that, my handsome stud became liquid mercury, thrusting and stabbing, slow, fast, hard, languid, his hand continuously at Robert’s groin, toying with his testicles, pumping his cock. Robert broke first. With a mighty shout, the jock wrapped his legs around Jax’s narrow waist and lifted himself off the bed. Cum flew all over both of them. That was when Jax really got down to business. His climax was awesome.
“See,” came the voice behind me. “The handsome boy closes his eyes during orgasm. And they are such beautiful eyes.”
I stood suddenly, catching my erection painfully on the edge of the computer stand. “I’m going in there! I’ve got to have him! Now!”
“Think!” Valdetian ordered. “If you barge in on them now, Ajax will be angry. He may never return again.”
“He may not anyway,” I said savagely, “now that he’s found another.”
“Look at them closely,” my computer screen ordered. “Ajax is satisfied, as he always is. Happy. He goes about cleaning up and dressing in a comfortable way. But watch the other boy.”
It was true. Robert looked as if a storm cloud hovered overhead. Things had not gone as planned. I knew he had expected to seduce the slender, graceful dark-haired kid from the northern plains. He’d intended to stuff his manhood up Jax and expected the sophomore to be grateful for the privilege of taking it. Now the big athlete was confused, mortified. Afraid.
His first words confirmed my conclusions. “Let’s get outta this joint before the guy who lives here comes back. You ever tell anybody about this, Froman, and I’ll have your ass.”
Unabashed, my beautiful lover looked him dead in the eye and ended it on the spot with an arrow to the ego. “Not like I just had yours, Robert. That’ll never happen.”
I could hardly contain myself until they were out of the house, and then I rushed into my bedroom to inhale the aroma of their lovemaking. Musk and tangy semen. I tore off my clothes and leaned over the bed, my erection pulsing wildly.
“It drove you mad, did it not?” Valdetian’s voice came from somewhere behind me. Ignoring him, I grasped myself and began to pump. “I think you are ready,” he whispered.
“R…ready?” I gasped. “For what?” I whipped my cock desperately, strangely elated that he watched.
“For me to emerge. For you to see me as I truly am. We are not entirely compatible, my handsome earthling, but I believe that I can satisfy you,” the Valdetian said over my shoulder.
I released my raging cock and turned, eager for relief, any relief!
And screamed in abject terror!