Title: Tea Time Boys
Author: Kevin Voglino
Genre: Gay
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Tea Time Boys
is about the mysteries discovered while searching for a murderer. Together, the
boys unravel the secrets of the killer by delving into a dirty Judge’s corrupt
actions. Each boy has his own private battle to contend with in the search.
Mason continues to suffer from a complex Aphasia where he confuses English
words with French. He meets a blind boy, Cassander who sees color waves.
Mason’s speech dilemma disappears in his presence. Pekoe, an eccentric white
haired British boy who acts and plays an accordion, searches for his mother in
a Newark graveyard, having lunch and tea with dead mother candidates before the
threat of nightfall and a rumored wolf. Grey continues to practice track with
high potential for the Olympics while dealing with the murder. The boys commit
to unthinkable acts to find the truth.
EXCERPT
There was an air of daze. A snap
of laughter brought Mason out of his daydream. Riding on buses always made his
mind wander and his dick harder. His tour of Bonneville, a little village in
Haute Savoie took about a half hour from Lake Annecy. There, the Alps formed
Mt. Saxonnex, extending into cerulean skies where peaks became trussed
components meshed in feathery clouds. Mont Blanc had become a canopy for
Haute-Savoie, protecting Mason, but still igniting his fear of flying every
time the mountain ranges came into view. He clutched the seat's arms, whitening
his knuckles.
He'd remember researching the
Alps, discovering reports of two Air India crashes in 1950, then in 1966 where
both planes had been approaching Geneva airport, crashing into the summit.
In the school bus, he sat, legs
bunched to his chest, staring at the mountainside, looking for scars in the
Rébuffat platform to clarify the long-ago incident.
Outside the window, the springy
branches of the Scots pine and Norway spruce, bent over like a sad bow, which
his mother had told him, allowed snow to slide off the tree, protecting its
branches. Even at twenty, his mother taught him as if he was thirteen. After
coming out to her years ago, their relationship changed. It had become
brilliant. She still saw him as that scared thirteen-year-old, sobbing in her
arms as she stroked his hair, never once alluding to what he'd told her was a
major concern.
"Is that why you always
wear tank tops?" she'd asked.
They both had laughed so hard at
that. He loved her so much for those moments.
Pine scents drifted throughout
the bus, mixing with Tyrolean cheese and Osso Buco. A sexy guy from his class
ate in front of him. A Rosemary and pepper fragrance permeated his thoughts
when he said the boy's name in his mind. Armin.
Armin had long blonde hair,
opalescent skin, matching the snowcaps of the ranges in front of Mason. If the
boy would stop eating, he could imagine kissing him, but his lunch became a mess,
layering his cotton tee. He'd seen the boy on campus earlier at the start of
the semester; hopeful they had similar majors. When Mason had seen him get on
the bus before the day trip, his mind wandered to inner dialogue of knocking on
his dormitory door later, drinking wine, laughing then rolling in an embrace on
his bed.
Armin had complemented Mason's
hair before getting on the bus. "You're hair is the color of acorns,"
he'd said. Then he'd touched it. "And soft as a Lipizzaner." Armin's
favorite horse had been drawn on his notebook. He'd mentioned how his father
raised the breed.
Mason's mother watched him now,
smiling. "You enjoying our trip?"
"Of course, Mother."
"I'm glad you chose this
university over a New York campus. Your father seemed pleased."
"He's just glad I'm out of
the way while he becomes Senator Conrad Askew."
"You don't give your father
enough credit. Senator Conrad Askew loves you. He'll show you some day."
The wide meadows of the Alps
passed them in bumpy strides. Sheep farmers and trace outlines of goat herders
dominated the landscape. Lush emerald grasses splashed with pink flowers of
rhododendron blinked like jewels in the sunshine over the fields.
"He chose this school over
New York. I wanted to go to Westen University. But I'm starting to get used to
a French school." He gazed at Armin, smelling the lavender soap the boy
had used to wash his body with that morning in the dormitory. He'd dared a
glance in the showers--he had a hot ass.
"You need to practice your
French lessons. How are they going?"
"Tre petite. But I'll
try harder."
"This is our last day,
before I go back to the states." His mother had visited twice a year since
his enrollment at the University over two years ago.
"Why are you staring at me,
Mama?" His smile matched hers.
They've had always been told they shared the same facial expressions.
"You're grown up. I'm proud
of you."
"Mom, I'll see you on
holiday in November. I'll email you every day."
"I know, but it's only
August."
"Je l'aime Mama."
"Je t'aime maman."
Her giggles confirmed he'd made
a mistake. "What did I say?"
"I love you too, dear."
She stared at Armin.
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