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Chapter 17
Jack was awoken by
a knock on his bedroom door. He groggily lifted his head in time to see
the door open and Tim's grinning face appear through the gap.
"Haven't you guys started getting up yet?" The rest of Tim's body
followed his head into the room.
"What time is it?" Jack asked, his voice thick with sleep. He blearily
focussed on the clock beside his bed, which told him it was almost
seven.
"Time you were up," Tim replied, sounding far too cheerful for such an
early hour. "Dad's coming to collect us at eight and so me and Mike need
to be ready. You can stay in bed if you want," he added with a nod
towards Jack.
"Thanks," Jack replied, sarcastically. He noted that Tim was fully
dressed.
"Come on, little bro', time to move," said Tim. He bent down and grasped
the bottom corners of Mike's sleeping bag, yanking it upwards.
"Don't!" Jack called out. But it was too late. As Tim pulled at the
sleeping bag, Mike's naked form slid out onto the floor.
"Hey, watcha' doing?" Mike, disorientated from being awoken so abruptly,
made a desperate grab for the bag, but Tim had already pulled it out of
his reach. "Damn you, Tim," he cried, curling up into a ball, his hands
flying to cover a very obvious morning boner.
Tim looked momentarily surprised, then began to laugh, his finger
pointing at his naked brother. "Mike's got a woody. What are you so shy
about bro'? It's not like I haven't seen it before." He dropped the bag
and grabbed his brother's ankles, trying to turn the squirming boy onto
his back.
"Tim, stop it. Leave him alone," said Jack, unable to physically go to
the boy's aid due to his being in a similar condition himself.
"What's going on?" Chris had appeared to investigate the noise. A smile
appeared on his face at the sight of Mike fighting unsuccessfully to
keep his erection covered.
"Tim, stop it or I swear you'll be sorry." Mike called out, frantically
trying to kick with his legs.
"Better let him go, Tim," Chris laughed. "Otherwise Mom will be along to
find out why we're making so much noise.
With obvious reluctance, Tim released his brother. Mike scrambled across
to grab the discarded sleeping bag and pulled it around his middle, a
furious expression on his red face. "What did you go and do that for?"
he demanded.
"Just thought I'd help you get up," Tim grinned. "Didn't realise you
already were up." He gave a very direct look in the direction of his
brother's groin. "Where's your shorts anyway?"
"It was hot last night so I took them off," Mike replied, his face going
even redder.
"How about you guys giving us some space so that we can get ready?" Jack
interrupted, quickly, before Tim could press the issue of the shorts any
further.
"Yeah, come on, Tim," said Chris. "Let's go down and get some breakfast
and leave them to it." He headed out of the door and Tim followed.
It seemed, however, that Tim couldn't resist one more jibe. Just before
leaving he turned to look back at his twin. "No playing with yourself. I
don't want to have to explain to Dad that you're not ready because
you're upstairs jerking off."
Even after Tim and Chris had gone, Mike still looked uncomfortable and
showed no signs of being prepared to remove the makeshift covering he’d
wrapped around himself. Jack decided to take the initiative and,
throwing back the bedclothes, he swung his legs around and sat on the
side of the bed, making no attempt to cover his own erection.
"Looks like we have something in common," said the older boy.
"I guess so," said Mike. He hesitated a moment, then let the sleeping
bag fall to the floor. His dick wasn't as hard as earlier, but still
pointed almost straight out, drooping a little towards the end. He
smiled shyly.
Jack could have sat all day just staring at the scene before him, but he
knew that wasn't possible, they had things to do. He briefly considered
suggesting a quick mutual jerk off, but decided that maybe this wasn't
such a good idea; they had already been disturbed once and he half
expected Alex to come charging in at any moment. "We'd better think
about getting dressed," he said with a sigh.
The twins’ dad arrived to collect them almost dead on eight o'clock.
While Tim joked around with Chris, Jack helped Mike load their things
into the back of the car. Neither boy had so far mentioned what they had
done together the previous night, though Jack really wanted to say
something about it before Mike departed. However, the sixteen year old
was still confused about the feelings he had discovered for the younger
boy and this made trying to think of the right words especially
difficult. The thought that it would be at least two weeks before he had
the chance the see Mike again caused a heavy weight to settle in his
stomach. He felt strangely torn; he was really looking forwards to
staying with Andy and having fun with Chris and Alex, yet at the same
time he wanted to spend more time with Mike.
Mike was bent over pushing the sleeping bags into the back of the car
and Jack used the opportunity to lean close to the boy and whisper in
his ear. "Would it be OK for me to ring you from Andy's?"
"Yeah, course it would." Mike smiled shyly.
"I wish you were coming with us."
"Might be a bit crowded," Mike observed. "I hear Alex is taking Jamie."
"Yeah, but it would have been fun." Something suddenly occurred to Jack.
"Hang on a minute, I need to have a quick word with Chris." He went over
to his brother and pulled him off to one side.
"What's the matter?" asked Chris.
"I've just had an idea," said Jack. "Andy is bringing Alex and Jamie
back next weekend. How about we ask Tim and Mike if they want to come
over and stay for that second week?"
"At Uncle Andy's?"
"Yeah, of course at Uncle Andy's. Where else would I be talking about?
Andy could collect them when he brought Alex and Jamie home."
Chris thought it over for a second then gave a guarded smile. "That
would be really cool, but hadn't you better check with Uncle Andy
first?"
"I don't think he'll mind, but I'll give him a quick ring just to make
sure. Don't let them go anywhere until I get back," Jack said, nodding
towards the twins who looked almost ready to depart. He hurried inside
to use the phone.
Jack was correct in that Andy had no objection at all to the idea. The
older teen rushed back out to find Tim and Mike standing beside the car;
their dad was already inside with the engine running. Jack gave a nod of
confirmation to Chris then quickly explained his plan, inviting the
twins to join himself and Chris at the their uncle's house for a week.
The two thirteen year olds seemed quite excited by the idea and
immediately asked their father, who of course remained completely
noncommittal and told them they would have to ask their mother.
"He always says that," grinned Tim in a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't
worry, Mom will agree; she'll be glad to get us out of the way for a
while. Give us a ring tomorrow night; we'll have talked her around by
then."
It was time for the twins to go. Jack and Mike stood looking at each
other a little awkwardly.
"See ya then," said Mike.
"Yeah, see ya," Jack replied.
Just as Mike started to turn away, Jack grabbed him, pulled him back and
gave him a hug. Mike's face reddened, but he hugged Jack back. Then, for
the sake of appearances, Jack hugged Tim as well. Tim looked surprised
and shot a puzzled glance at Chris, but otherwise let the incident pass
without comment.
"You seem to be getting close to those two all of a sudden," Chris
observed, as the brothers waved at the departing car.
"I like them, they're OK," said Jack with what he hoped was a nonchalant
shrug. He turned his back and headed into the house. "Better make sure
you're packed and ready," he called back over his shoulder. "Andy said
he would be setting off soon and would be here in about a couple of
hours."
It was around 10.30 when Andy arrived. He was a little early, since the
original arrangement had been for him to collect the boys after lunch.
Jack and Chris were ready, but Alex was nowhere in sight; the youngest
brother had gone over to help Jamie with his packing. Andy asked Chris
to go over and find out what they were doing and if possible try to
hurry them along a bit.
"So how's things?" asked Andy as he helped Jack collect his bags from
his room.
"OK," said Jack. "We're all looking forwards to spending time at your
place."
"No problem," said Andy. "It'll be great having you guys around for a
while."
"Thanks for agreeing to let Mike and Tim come over for the second week.
That will be really cool," said Jack.
"I could hardly refuse. Not the way you practically begged me when you
phoned. I didn't realise you were that close to them."
Jack felt himself blushing and quickly looked down.
"Ah, I see, something’s been going on," Andy grinned, picking up on
Jack's reaction. "Let me guess. You and Mike?"
"How'd you know?" Jack demanded, surprised.
"Just a guess. The two of you seemed to be getting on pretty well while
I was over here. I wondered if something was going on between you when
you went off for your 'chat' at the soccer game. I take it Chris doesn't
know?"
Jack shook his head. "No one knows. In fact, I'm not sure that Mike
does."
"Now you've lost me," said Andy, looking perplexed. "How can there be
anything going on between you both and him not know about it?"
"Well, it only really happened last night." Jack told his uncle about
the twins staying over and what had happened between himself and Mike,
though he struggled finding the right words when he tried to describe
his feelings towards the younger boy.
"Sounds like you've fallen for him," said Andy, when the teenager had
finished. "From what I've seen of him he's a nice kid."
"But what should I say to him?" Jack asked. "I need to know if he likes
me the same as I like him."
Andy gave a laugh. "I think the best thing would be to take it slowly.
Don't go charging in. Spend some time with him and make sure you feel
how you think you feel."
"What do you mean? I know how I feel. Or at least I think I do." Jack
shook his head "I'm so damned confused."
"That's exactly what I mean," Andy laughed. "It sounds like Chris is
back with Alex. We'd better get down there. We can talk again later."
The journey to Andy’s house took quite a bit longer than it should have
done due to them having to stop a couple of times for Jamie to be sick.
It seemed that the eleven year old wasn’t a particularly good passenger;
he’d started to look a little pale before they were more than a few
miles down the road. Luckily they were out of the town into more rural
areas before Chris, who was sitting in the back with Alex and Jamie,
suggested that it might be a good idea for Andy to pull over. The car
had hardly come to a stop before Jamie leapt out and started to empty
his breakfast out onto the grass at the side of the road.
“Yuck! Gross!” Alex exclaimed. He’d been out of the car just a fraction
of a second after Jamie, not wanting to miss out on watching his friend
throw up.
“Get back in the car, Alex,” Jack told his youngest brother sharply as
he gave Jamie a comforting rub on his back.
They resumed the journey after a few minutes with Jamie in the front and
Jack joining his two brothers in the back. However, about fifteen
minutes later they had to stop again so that Jamie could again be sick.
By this stage the red-headed boy was both looking and feeling extremely
sorry for himself.
After a brief discussion it was decided that Chris should now sit in the
front and Jack would sit in the back to take care of Jamie. Alex refused
to sit next to his friend, claiming the boy smelled of sick, so Jack sat
in the middle with Jamie right up against open window so that he could
gulp in the fresh air. This seemed to work much better and soon Jamie
had lost the greenish colour from his face, though he still appeared
pale and clammy.
“You OK now?” Jack asked the boy.
Jamie gave a small nod in reply.
“Soon be there now,” said Jack. He put his arm around the youngster’s
shoulder and Jamie snuggled up close to him. They spent he rest of the
journey like this, Jack with one arm around Jamie and the other hand
under the boy’s shirt, gently stroking his chest.
By the time they pulled into the driveway of Andy’s house, both Jamie
and Alex were fast asleep, Alex leaning against Jack’s arm.
“Just look at those two,” said Andy, looking back over his shoulder as
he turned off the engine.
“Maybe they’ll stay like that all week,” grinned Chris. “It’d be a lot
more peaceful if they did.”
“They’ve no need to bother,” complained Jack. “My arm’s gone to sleep
already with this great lump leaned against it.” He gave Alex a light
nudge with his elbow.
“Ugh! Are we nearly there?” asked Alex, coming awake.
This was the first time any of the boys had visited Andy’s home. Jack
climbed out the car and looked around.
The house itself was an old style farmhouse and it was surrounded by
several outbuildings of various sizes, the biggest of which looked like
an old barn.
“Wow! This is so cool!” Alex exclaimed. “Have you got animals as well?”
“No, no animals,” Andy laughed. “Apart from me and Rich that is. But the
Petersons’ have sheep and cows and a couple of horses; they have the
farm next door. It’s about half a mile down the road. If you and Jamie
want to visit them while you’re here, I’m sure they’d be pleased to meet
you. They’ve got a son, Jesse, who’s about your age.”
“That’d be great,” grinned Alex.
“Let’s get your bags inside and I’ll introduce you to Rich,” said Andy,
starting to unload the back of the car.
However, before they’d got everything out of the car, the front door of
the house opened and a young man stepped out. “Hey, guys, how ya doin’?”
Andy looked up from his unloading, a bag in either hand. “Everyone, this
is my partner, Rich,” he said.
The newcomer was around Jack’s height, very slim with black hair and an
olive complexion. He had quite fine features, almost feminine, but these
were offset by his dark, extremely intense eyes. He stepped towards the
group, smiling warmly.
Jack suddenly realised he was staring. He shook himself and closed his
mouth. “Hi, I’m Jack,” he said, offering his hand.
“Yeah, I know. I recognise you from the pictures,” said Rich, squeezing
the boy’s hand firmly.
Jack found himself blushing. He’d forgotten that Andy had returned home
from his brief visit with a disk full of the teenager’s very personal
photos.
The rest of the introductions were made and Andy and Rich helped the
boys carry their bags inside. Jack found himself bringing up the rear
with Andy’s boyfriend.
“Sorry, about just now. I didn’t mean to embarrass you about the
pictures,” said Rich, keeping his voice down so that none of the others
would be able to hear. “It was really great of you to agree to let me
see them. Hopefully while you’re here I’ll get the chance to return the
favour.”
“Erm, yeah, that’d be good,” Jack replied, finding himself blushing all
over again.
Rich laughed softly and gave the boy a friendly pat on the shoulder.
The inside of the house had a rustic feel that complimented the
appearance from outside. The furnishings were basic, but comfortable and
the general feel of the place was warm and welcoming.
“We may as well take your things straight up to your rooms,” Andy
suggested. “Then when you’re settled in we can have a bite to eat and
you can decide how you want to spend the afternoon.” He led the way up
the stairs.
“Jack and Chris are in here,” said Andy, pushing a door open. “Alex and
Jamie are down the other end.” He led the two younger boys towards a
door at the other end of the landing.
Jack stepped inside the room then stopped dead in his tracks. “Oh!”
“A double bed?” Chris had entered just behind Jack. “I didn’t know we
were going to have to sleep in the same bed.”
“Me neither,” said Jack, a mixture of emotions going through his head.
He wondered if Andy had set this up on purpose, since the man was aware
of Jack’s feelings towards his brother.
“I hope this is OK guys,” said Rich, appearing beside the two boys. “I’m
afraid we only have doubles so Alex and Jamie are going to have to share
as well.”
“I guess we’ll manage,” said Jack. He wasn’t at all averse to sharing a
bed with his brother, but he was a bit worried about how Chris would
react.
“Yeah, we’ll cope,” said Chris, dumping his bag on the bed and giving a
rather forced smile.
“Good. I’ll leave you to sort yourselves out. The bathroom is next door.
Come down when you’re ready.” Rich went out, pulling the door closed
behind him.
“You OK with this?” Jack asked, worriedly.
Chris shrugged. “Yeah, it was just a bit of a surprise. I suppose it’s
not such a big deal.”
“Well, I’ll give you first choice of which side you want,” said Jack.
“And I promise not to steal all the blankets.”
“You’d better not, or you’ll wake up on the floor,” Chris grinned. He
unzipped his bag and started to unpack.
“What do you think of Rich?” Jack asked his brother as they pulled their
clothing out of the bags and stowed it away in drawers.
“He seems nice enough,” said Chris. “Though he looks a bit younger than
I expected.”
“Yeah, me too. Though he’s only nineteen; Andy told me that last week.
Andy also said he was a pretty good artist. Wonder if he painted this
one?” Jack paused in his unpacking to study a painting hanging on the
bedroom wall. It showed a cute looking boy of around thirteen with black
hair and darkish skin. He was wearing a football shirt and shorts and
sat lounging in an easy chair, one leg draped over the chair arm.
“I shouldn’t think so,” said Chris, also studying the picture. “If he
did then he really is good; that’s almost like a photograph.”
Their bags unpacked, the two teens headed back downstairs into the
lounge. Alex and Jamie were already there; Jamie had regained some of
his colour and looked a bit happier than he had during the journey.
“Feeling better?” Jack asked the red-head.
“Yeah, thanks,” said Jamie. “Sorry I was such a pain. I’m always sick if
I go very far in the car.”
“Now he tells us,” said Alex, pulling a face. “Hey, Jack, guess what?” A
sudden sparkle had appeared in the youngster’s eyes. “We’ve got a double
bed in our room.”
“Same as us,” said Chris, not looking quite as delighted as his younger
brother.
“This week is going to be so cool,” Alex grinned.
“Come and get your lunch guys,” Andy shouted, from the kitchen.
Lunch consisted of sandwiches. After it was over Alex and Jamie decided
that they were going out exploring. Chris agreed to join them, but Jack
said he would catch them up later. As the three boys departed, Andy
warned them not to go too far away, at least until they had their
bearings, and suggested that they stick to the woods behind the house.
“This seems like a great place,” said Jack, settling down with a cup of
coffee.
“It suits us,” said Andy. “It’s nice and quiet; apart from the
Peterson’s down the road, there’s no one else around for miles. It means
there’s nothing to disturb us when we need to work.”
“You work from here?” Jack asked.
“Mostly,” Andy nodded. “I do freelance graphic work. I have to go into
the city occasionally to meet clients, but most of the time it’s enough
being able to communicate by phone or email. It’s the same with Rich;
mostly when he accepts a commission his clients visit him here.”
Rich, who was sitting next to Andy, nodded. “And speaking of
commissions…” He gave a partner a quick look.
“I’ve asked Rich to do a couple of portraits for me,” Andy explained.
“One of you and one of you, Chris and Alex all together.”
“You’re going to paint me?” Jack blinked in surprise. As far as he was
concerned, painted portraits were only for rich and famous people, or
people in history books.
“If you’re willing,” said Rich, smiling. “Don’t look so worried, it
doesn’t hurt.”
“No, it just came as a bit of a shock, that’s all,” said Jack. “Does
that mean that I’ll have to sit still for hours while you do it?”
“No, nothing like that,” said Rich. “These days I usually work from
photographs. We’ll get you posed then I’ll take quite a few pictures of
you from different angles. I’ll get them blown up and work from those.”
“Sounds pretty good,” said Jack, now smiling himself as he warmed to the
idea. He was going to be in a painting. A real painting. The sort that
hung on gallery walls.
“Erm, there is just one more thing,” said Andy, looking just a tiny bit
uncomfortable. “I suppose the easiest thing is to show you. Let’s go
through into Rich’s studio.” He got up and led the way along a hallway.
The room they entered was bright and airy with a large window and double
doors leading out onto a patio at the rear of the house. One side of the
room was like a small office with desk, computer, telephone and filing
cabinet. The other side of the room contained a couple of artist’s
easels, complete with half finished portraits. A number of canvases were
stacked against one of the walls. However, it was the pictures hanging
on the walls that caught Jack’s eye, and one of them in particular. This
was the picture that Andy led him over to.
“That’s the same boy as in our bedroom,” said Jack, his eyes wide. There
was however one major difference between the two pictures. In the
picture upstairs, the boy was wearing a football shirt and shorts. In
this one he was completely naked.
“That’s my cousin, Hassan,” said Rich. “He’s live in Turkey. I painted
it from some photograph’s I took while I was over there a few months
ago.”
“Rich’s mother is Turkish, his father is American,” Andy explained.
“I see,” said Jack, not really listening. His full attention was on the
picture. The boy was gorgeous. He looked relaxed as he lay on his side
on a blanket, one leg outstretched, the other bent at the knee. His
slim, youthful body was smooth apart from a dark patch of hair at his
groin. His soft dick and balls lay across his outstretched leg. “How old
is he?”
“Fifteen,” said Rich. “You like the picture?”
“It’s absolutely amazing,” said Jack.
“I’m glad you like it,” said Andy, putting his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“Because that’s the sort of thing I had in mind for you.”
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