Part One: The Boyhood
Chapter VIII: Naughty Boys
By: Even Star
Rating: NC-17-R ish...
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Time seems to lag on as days pass uneventfully to the next. Day in and day out Greg spent in the solitude of the house now standing on his head counting the seconds as they passed by. Red-faced and still bored out of his mind he righted himself and started anxiously jogged around his room.
"Mew," purred Spook."You're right, this isn't making time pass any faster," panted Greg, flopping down to his worn cot.
The silence merely lasted four days, a short amount of time considering the duration some of his isolation periods had been. After four days of silence downstairs was lively, full of pleasant celebrations. Greg sat upstairs alone, still miserable.
It was two-thirty in the morning, and Greg sat hopeful in the rickety wooden chair waiting eagerly for the impromptu knock to be tapped at the door. Tick, tock, tick, the clock wound down the pendulum swung left to right. Tick, tick, tick, the Westminster chime began to sound. Tick, tick, tock, Greg's heartbeat began to rise, his hopes riding on his sleeve as he watched the trapdoor hoping for Nick's head to magically pop from below.
The sound of the rapping at the door startled the nearly asleep boy. He ran to the trapdoor peeled back the lock and hurried Nick inside.
"God, I missed you so much," his muscular arms wrapped powerfully around Greg. His head rested snugly in the crook of his neck. Both afraid to let go, both afraid of what the dawn could bring. Today was perfect, for tonight they were in each other's arms comforting each other.
Their lips slid together, their tongues slid between the other's teeth dancing an intimate dance inside the tasty confines of their lover's mouth. Moans hum through their sealed lips, both terribly afraid to pull back from the other. The look in Nick's eyes was the look of pure need. It was clear at that moment that they both needed each other as the next. Powerfully, Nick walked Greg backwards to the cot and gently sat him down.
"Stay the night with me?" asked Greg arching up to kiss Nick.
"I don't know, dad might suspect something if I came from the attic," replied Nick pulling away.
"Please," begged Greg. "Dad only thinks he knows control."
"What do you mean by that?" barked Nick much harsher than he intended.
"Nothing, it's just he has a certain pattern of behaviors, and they never change. Nick he won't find you up here."
"How do you know that?"
"Because every morning Bill's alarm always goes off at four-fifteen on the dot, in all the years I have ever lived here it's been like that. It will ring three times, by the third ring he'll be up. He'll go to the bathroom, immediately start the shower, he pisses, he shaves, he removes his shorts, and gets in the shower. Fifteen minutes later the shower is turned off and he wraps himself in a light blue towel. He kisses his wife good morning, he comes out to the hall, takes the broomstick in the old milk jug and bangs on my hatch. I get up, walk down the rickety stairs, walk down the first set of stairs to the kitchen. He's reading the morning paper at the Breakfast nook. I go to the stove, put on a skillet. I spray it down and plop three eggs there. I cook them for a few minutes each, flip them and cook them for equal time. Over easy, that is how he takes his eggs. I slide them to the plate, put three slices of bread into the toaster. They pop, I butter them, and put them on the plate and return to my room. At five-twenty nearly on the dot, he leaves the house and gets into his car a few minutes past that he's gone for the day, to be the good little judge he is."
Astonishment saturated Nick's face. Greg's observations were something that Nick never thought he could do.
"Wow," noted Nick walking towards Greg and wrapping his arms around him.
"In the morning, when the knock on the hatch comes, stay in bed. He'll hear the movement and know there are two people upstairs. Stay until I get back, and don't worry about Jillian, she knows."
"What?" Never before had Greg seen someone's head snap quite that fast. "You fucking told her?" his words were angry, his eyes were blazing, the soft tender Nick was gone replaced with the angry Nick.
"No," countered Greg, "I didn't tell her anything, I swear it," he responds to Nick's facial expression indicating he didn't believe his boyfriend. "She caught you looking at me, she confronted me, I didn't even confirm, well I did, but I didn't say anything."
In a blink of an eye, the soft and gentle Nick was back and boy was Greg ever relieved. "So, will you stay, tonight?"
Nick was so easily swayed. He knew he should just say no. His guts screamed for him to stick to his guns and walk down that hatch. But, the pleading desperate look in Greg's eyes was something he just couldn't say no to.
"Yeah, I'll stay," answered Nick wrapping his arms lovingly around his love. "I'll stay forever if you want me to," smiled Nick, taking the moment to give Greg a little peck on the lips.
"Can you, really?" Greg's eyes fluttered, loving, wanting, and passionate.
"If I could," he answered slowly, walking Greg back to the cot. "So, I'm stuck in your room my love, for the whole night, where do you want me?"
"On the bed," indicated Greg with a nudge of his hand. "Remove your shirt."
Without words, Nick sashayed over to the cot, seductively removed his shirt and sat down leaning back on one elbow to prop himself on. "Like this?" Nick playfully wiggled his eyebrows.
"Just like that," purred Greg, walking towards the bed, stripping his shirt off his own slender frame. "Now, Nicholas, what would you like me to do?"
"Mmmm, now that is a difficult decision isn't it?" smiled Nick. "But, I think I want you right here," he pointed to his arms. "I want to hug and cuddle you." His eyes were darkened, near puppy-dog black. His face glowed from sweat droplets on his brow. The smile on his face placing those precious darling dimples dancing on his cheek.
"I want to give you something," smiled Greg lowering himself to Nick's waiting arms.
"Mmm, and what would that be?" asked Nick rather curiously.
"Well, there'd be plenty of these," he puckered his lips and moved them over Nick's lips softly. "And this," he gently ran his fingers up Nick's muscular chest.
Greg's lips moved masterfully on Nick's mouth, his tongue entered and all Nick wanted was more. His hands gently moved over his chest and his mind was racing. Moans of passion escaped his lips, his eyes closed as Greg gently nipped at his neck. His hands pinched and twisted his pebble-like nipples and his body cried for more. His erection strained against the denim barrier of his jeans and he thrust it at Greg. "Please," his voice demanded. Never in his life before this moment had he been this hard.
His hand took Greg's from his nipple and dragged it down to the bulge now at his pants. Desirable noises emerged from his mouth as Greg's fingers worked the button and the zipper. Down the zipper ripped and Nick's still-covered erection flew out. The relief was nearly tangible in the audible sigh of relief Nick released. "Lift your hips," whispered Greg, and Nick obeyed.
Greg sat there looking at Nick lying there looking at him ogling his muscular body. The hottest sight was lying underneath him. Nick's erect body made his heart flutter. Seeing his naked chest, that dorky, yet erotic smile on his face, and the lower extremity now standing tall and proud.
Now, there was one thing still in the way and it was the one thing that Greg was most nervous about removing. Sure, he'd touched Nick's penis before, but he had never seen it before. He sucked in his breath and wondered to himself if Nick even wanted him to.
"Can I?" he asked nervously.
Shutting his eyes, Nick lifted his hips for his boxers and immediately, Greg slipped them off him and saw Nick's entire body for the first time. "You're beautiful," said Greg nearly unable to breathe. Shakily, his hand gently wraps his fingers around Nick's erection sending huge gasps of air through Nick's open mouth. His fingers find the tattered old blanket and he grasps it tightly.
"God," his head twisted around needing, wanting, so much more. Greg watched interestedly in his boyfriend's behavior. Like a good conductor of pleasure, a masterful wizard he was, Greg smiled sinisterly before spreading his legs further apart. "Do you really?" quipped Greg delicately touching the small wet opening at the very tip.
"Fuck yes," hissed Nick like he couldn't get enough of the contact. "Make me cum Greg, make me cum," he panted and shut his eyes.
"Sir," he lowered his face down on the standing toy soldier and extended his tongue to graze the hot moistened tip. Screams nearly flew out of Nick's unprepared mouth. "Jesus Christ," he squirmed some more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," words were becoming incoherent consonants. Pleased by the response, Greg's eyes deepened as he opened more of his mouth to take in the extended penis as deep as it would go. "Whoa my god," thrashed Nick some more. "Cripes, where'd you fucking learn that?" he garbled out between long gasps of breath and desirable moans of a man lost in a trance of ecstasy.
The motions seemed to blur together, sucking, the head bobbing. It was the amazing feeling when Nick did cum hard into the back of Greg's throat, and the way he came allowing Greg to taste Nick for the first time. It was the most erotic night Greg could ever remember. The last words uttered into the deep morning hours were, "thank you," and they collapsed, asleep in each other's masculine arms.
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Every night was spent with Nick there holding Greg as they slept. It was something both had become accustomed to. What more, against Nick's initial fears, Bill Stokes knew nothing about the mischievous behavior of his boys during the night snuggling in each other's arms.
It was a clear blue sunny sky out and Nick was out galloping around on his beautiful white mare Jasper. From the attic window, Greg watched as Nick rode carefree up and down the front pasture.
His arms flailed in the air as his horse reared up on command, and Greg laughed at his crazy boyfriend.
His head turned towards the drive and the taillights finally disappearing through the cloud of dust from the gravel road. Nick rode to the side of the house and tapped lovingly on the drainpipe three times. Excited, his heart racing, Greg flung the trapdoor up, unlatched the hatch and nearly jumped down the rickety stairs two at a time. Down the hall he skittered, his heart pounding with lust and love, down the stairs he dashed as he ran up to the white mare with the masculine name.
From above watched Jillian as her two youngest children play their foreplay games. For a while now she had noticed, rather secretly, their darkest desires and their attraction for each other. She sighed knowing this relationship would never work. She enjoyed them spending time together and she didn't even mind them becoming romantically involved, but her husband was bound to find out sooner or later and she feared for the day the master would come home to find the two of them interlocked in intimate kisses.
She watched as Nick placed the young Greg on his mare and kicked the
horse to gallop hard and fast into the distance. Silently, she hoped
the boys would find themselves and hope that love was not forgotten
within the house of Stokes.
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To Be Continued...
I must apologize for the delay... I have this completed on another site and sometimes I forget that I haven't gotten that far here... I don't come here that often... Thank you to all who have replied, you guys are so sweet... I hope you enjoyed this next chapter... :-)