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Christopher's Story

(c) copyright 2002 Eric Draven®

Chapter Six

    The next morning, I woke up before anyone else.  I looked across the room at Evan and Cole's twisted bodies.  They both looked so sexy when they slept.  I looked at them for a little while, and then I remembered that I was supposed to cut the grass.  I really didn't want to get out of bed, but I knew that if I put it off, I'd never do it.

    I slipped out from under Alex's arm and drug myself out of bed.  My body was so sore from the workout.  It seemed that Alex's massage was only a quick fix.  My muscles didn't just ache, they cried out against every movement I made.  I knew that cutting the grass was going to be an experience in pain for me, but I dad to do it.

    I grabbed my shorts off the floor and walked out of the room.  Going down the stairs, I swear every muscle in my body was making itself known to me.  I had pain in places and muscles that I had never even dreamed of.  I was really regretting the work out.  I'd been trying to show Alex that I wasn't a weakling, but what I'd done was really stretch myself too far.

    In the kitchen, I thought about making myself a bowl of cereal, but I thought that I could wait until I was finished with the grass.  I knew that if I sat down, I wouldn't get back up for a long time.  The grass needed to be cut, and it was still early enough that the sun wasn't at its fullest intensity.  I told myself to get out there and get it done before the heat soared.

    I grabbed the pair of sneakers that I always kept near the back door for mewing and headed out to the back yard.  As soon as I opened the door, I was blasted by hot air.  It seemed that the sun wasn't going to wait for noon to beat the earth with intense heat today.  I knew that I should have at least checked to see what the temperature was, but I figured that if I just got it over with, I could relax in the air conditioning sooner.

    We kept our lawnmower in a locked shed.  Taking the key that I always kept in one of my sneakers, I unlocked the shed and pulled back the heavy door.  The heat that greeted me from inside the shed was even more intense than the outdoor heat.  I struggled with the mower to get it out of the shed and get away from that breath crippling heat.

    After that, I started the mower and began to cut the grass.  I started with the front yard, and I decided as soon as I got there that it was best to do it first.  First of all, I could put the mower away as soon as I was done with the back yard without having to push it all the way around the house.   Second, the sun was shining brightly in front of the house.  It wasn't high enough in the sky to be shining directly on the back yard.

    We live in one of the larger houses in Springfield.   Our house was three stories tall, but we only used the first two.  The third was used for attic space.  There were no rooms up there, it was all open space.   The second floor had three bedrooms and a large bathroom.  On the first floor, there was a living room, my father's den, a dining room and a kitchen.  There was another bathroom just off the dining room.  We also had a full basement, which only a part was being used.  There was the area when you first came down the stairs where Dad had set up all of the weights and equipment, and there was the area behind the stairs where the washer and dryer stood.

    Our yard was very large, too.  Most of the front yard was taken up with bushes and trees, though.  We had very little grass to mew in the front.  It was the back yard that was going to take the most time.  My father had talked about putting a pool in the backyard, but he and my mother hadn't agreed on it, so the yard was virtually empty.  All of it was grass.

    Halfway through cutting the front yard, I started to feel funny.  I noticed that I was sweating a lot more than I usually do, and my stomach felt goofy.  My knees started to feel weak, and my mouth got really dry.  I didn't know what to think, but I hoped I wasn't getting sick.  I knew that if I got sick, Evan would fuss over me for days until I was better.

    I pushed on through the bad feelings, and my muscles screamed at me for pushing the mower right along with me.  However, I finished the front yard and went straight to the back yard.  When I was half way in the shade, my stomach felt a little better.  I also started to produce saliva, and my mouth didn't feel so dry.  My knees remained wobbly, and my muscles continued to protest the mowing.

    As I mowed the back yard, the sun got higher in the sky.   Soon it was beating down on me, and I cursed myself for wearing a shirt.  It wasn't sunburn I was concerned with.  I'd never had a sunburn in my life.  Most people with blond hair, like mine, had very light complexions to go with it.  I was not so unlucky.  The one thing that I did take from my father was his skin tone.   I tanned very easily.

    What I was upset about was the burning feeling that the sun always causes in my skin.  Although I don't get sunburned, I do feel the sun like everyone else.  Today, it was really being relentless, and wearing the shirt was making me feel baked.  I kept on mowing, thinking that the sooner I got done, the sooner I could go in and shower.  But the weakness in my knees steadily got worse, and my stomach was starting to feel like I had swallowed live fish and they were swimming around inside me.  My mouth got dry again, and my muscles begged me to let them rest.   I wondered if all of what I was feeling was from the workout.  Had Alex felt like this after his first workout?

    I was putting the mower away when my head began to throb even worse.  My vision clouded, and my mouth felt like I had swallowed turpentine.   My knees began to wobble even more, and I could barely get the lock engaged on the shed door.  I needed to go back to bed.  That was the very first thought that came to my mind.  I was sure that this wasn't just from the workout.  I was sick.  Something was wrong.

    I walked into the kitchen and took my shirt off.  It was soaking wet.  I thought about drinking some water, but I really only wanted to go to bed.  I didn't want to go to bed being all sweaty, though.  However, I didn't feel like I had the strength to stand in the shower.

    When I walked into the living room, Cole was standing at the bottom of the stairs.  When my vision finally cleared, I tried to smile at him, but I don't think I managed it.  He smiled at me, though, and then my head started to spin again.

    Cole stood there, looking at me with that silly grin on his face.  I didn't know what to think of what was going on, and I suddenly wished that Evan was there with me.  Cole was very attractive, but after the way he'd talked about me being too young to suck dick with him, I really didn't want anything to do with him.

    He was standing there in front of me in a pair of boxers, and I couldn't help but look his body over.  I looked at his hard pecs and his small pink nipples.  His chiseled abdominal muscles stood out rather nicely.  Just above the waistband of his boxers, I could see the first hint of his tan line.  His stomach had a light fan of dark hair that circled his navel and traveled down into his boxers.  I could see his thick dick in the front pouch of his boxers, and my mouth watered.

    I had denied that I was attracted to Cole, because of the way that he'd acted when Evan had brought it up that I would be sucking dick with them.   The truth was that I was very attracted to Cole.  I thought that he was almost as good looking as Evan.  I wanted to suck his dick really bad the other night, but he just wouldn't let go of the fact that I was thirteen and he was sixteen.

    Having just come in from the heat, I'd taken my shirt off before I'd seen Cole standing there at the bottom of the stairs.  I sat down on the couch in my shorts, and then I started to shiver.  The room began to spin, and I thought I would throw up.  I ran to the kitchen and stood there with my head hung over the sink, thinking I was about to be sick and not wanting to throw up all over the floor.

    Cole walked in and came over to me.  He asked if I was ok, but I couldn't answer him.  My knees buckled, and Cole caught me just before I collapsed to the floor.  He stood me up again and started rubbing my back.  He kept telling me to breath and take it easy.  He said that everything was going to be ok and that I'd probably just had a little too much sun.

    I started to stand up, but I lost my balance and fell back against him.  He grabbed me around the waist and held me to him.  I had no choice but to hold on to him, and suddenly, I could feel his dick against the butt of my shorts.  My head was still spinning when he walked me back into the living room and sat me on the couch.  I kept shivering, and the room kept spinning.

    Cole sat down beside me and put his hand on my shoulder.   He was saying something, but I couldn't make it out.  The next thing I knew, I was lying there on the couch with my head in his lap.  He was running his fingers through my hair, and I was trying really hard not to drift off to sleep.  He kept running his fingers through my hair, and I could feel his dick getting hard under my head.

    I heard myself moan, and I pressed the side of my head against his dick.  I was starting to focus again, and the sick feeling was leaving my stomach.  I could hear my own pulse in my ears, though, and I knew that whatever was wrong wasn't over.

    Cole must have understood that, too, because he got up and walked me up the stairs to my dad's room.  He put me in the bed and then went back downstairs for a while.  When he came back into the room, he had a wet wash cloth in his hand, and he walked over and pressed it to my forehead.

    "You alright?" he asked me.

    "Yeah," I said weakly.

    "Scared me for a minute," he said.

    "Scared myself," I replied weakly.

    He kept blotting at my forehead with the wet cloth, and I shivered again.  The room started to slowly tilt, and all of the sudden, I turned my head and threw up.  Most of it made it successfully to the floor, but some of it was on the bed.  My body began to shake, and then my vision was almost completely gone.   I grabbed Cole's arm, and I threw up again.

    "Ok, Buddy," said Cole.  "Time to wake up Evan."

    With that, he got up and walked out of the room.  It seemed like forever before he came back, but when my vision began to clear, it was Evan that I saw.  He had his hand against my forehead, and he was being very careful not to step in the vomit.

    "Easy," he said when I tried to sit up.   "You just stay still. Cole's running you a bath, and Alex is getting a bucket of hot water to clean up this mess."

    I felt so embarrassed.  Alex was going to clean up after me, Cole was running a bath, and Evan stood there with that worried look in his eyes.  All of this was completely unnecessary, I was going to be fine.  I just couldn't get the room to stop turning.  It was going slowly, but it was making me very dizzy.

    "Bath's ready," said Cole, standing in the doorway.

    Evan pulled me up out of the bed, and Cole came over to help him walk me out of the room.  It was very hard to do.  My legs felt like jelly, and I couldn't get my knees to lock.  Every time I tried to walk on my own, I started to sink.  Evan grabbed one side of me, and Cole got the other.   Together, they carried me to the bathroom.  Now it was time to admit, at least to myself, that I was scared.

    Evan pulled my shorts off, and they slid me into the tub.   The water felt ice cold, but Cole assured me that it really wasn't.  Evan put his hand in the water and told me that it was really warm.  I tried to lean back, but I moved to fast, and I bumped my head on the back of the tub.  Pain shot through my head quickly, and I moaned.

    "I'm calling Dad," said Evan.  I couldn't find a voice to protest this.

    "I think one of us should get in the tub with him Evan," said Cole.  "He already hit his head, and you know how hard it was to hold him up. If one of us was behind him, then he couldn't hit his head again."

    "Well, I have to call my dad," replied my brother.

    "I'll get in the tub," said Cole.   "Just make sure your dad calls the doctor."

    Evan left the room, and Cole kicked off his boxers.   With what seemed like lightning speed to me, but was probably a lot longer, he was sitting behind me in the tub.  He pulled me back against him, and I fought hard not to fall asleep.  I wanted to keep my eyes closed to stop the room from moving, but I knew that if I did, I would fall asleep.

    Cole was talking to me, but I couldn't make out anything he was saying.  I did feel him rubbing my chest and stomach.  But with that, and his words, he was pushing me closer and closer to sleep.  I tried to say something to him, but all I could do was moan.

    Then I smelled the soap, and I realized that he wasn't rubbing me, he was washing me.  I was thankful for that.  I'd wanted to get all of the sweat off of me from mowing the grass.  He was still talking, and I still couldn't make out what he was saying.  When I looked up, Evan was standing in the doorway with Alex right behind him.  I realized that Cole was talking to Evan.

    After that, things started to happen really quickly.   Evan pulled me out of the tub, Alex tried to dry me off, and Cole dried himself.   Then they were all trying to pull a pair of boxers up my legs.  I was too weak to help them, and they laughed and grunted the whole time.

    Then, while Evan and Cole worked on a pair of shorts, Alex was trying to put a shirt on me.  I giggled as they all fought to dress me.   Evan heard me giggling, and he started laughing, too.  Then they were all laughing.  My vision was starting to clear, and I was starting to understand them better.  My head was still throbbing, and my stomach felt really bad, though.

    "You feeling any better?" asked Evan.

    "A little," I replied, marveling that I could actually speak.

    "The color is returning to his face," said Cole.

    "I see that," said Evan.

    "Scared the shit out of me," said Cole.

    "Dad called the clinic, and we are taking you there now," said Evan as he and Cole pulled me up off the bed.  They walked me out of the room, and down the stairs.  I made it easier on them by actually using my legs this time.

    During the drive to the clinic, I kept insisting that I was fine, but they wouldn't listen.  Alex sat beside me in the back seat, but he was as quiet as ever.  I thought that after all he'd actually said the night before, he'd probably tired out his vocal cords.

    At the clinic, the doctor checked me over and sent me upstairs for blood work.  I sat in the waiting room with Alex and Cole while Evan talked to the nurse about where our dad was, and why he wasn't here with us.  The more we sat there, the better I started to feel.  It was strange.  I had really felt lousy until then.  I wondered just what was wrong with me.

    As it turned out, the doctor confirmed Cole's thought that I had gotten a bit too much sun.  He said that was had happened was a mild case of heat stroke.  He'd said it was mild, and after what I'd experienced, I would hate to know what a severe case would be like.

    He told me to take it easy for the next few days.  I wasn't to do anything that would tire me too quickly, and I was to drink plenty of water.   The other thing that he prescribed was rest.  Evan assured him that I would get plenty of that.  I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that, but I didn't say anything.

    For the next two days, Alex and Cole hovered over me like mother hens.  The only thing they let me get off the couch for was to go to the bathroom, and it seemed that they were concerned about that, too.  Alex came by both days, which surprised me.  I was even surprised when James came over to see how I was doing.  As soon as Tommy heard about it, he was almost as bad a Cole and Evan.

    What upset me the most, though, was when they asked Kyle to come sit with me while they went to do something.  Alex, Tommy and James were all at Cole's house for the night, and Evan and Cole wanted to go see a movie, so they called Kyle to come over and sit with me.  I didn't need a sitter, and I was really mad when I heard Evan telling him not to let me up unless I needed to use the bathroom.

    "Cool," said Kyle.  "I'll wait on him."

    "Stand outside the bathroom door when he's in there," said Cole.

    I couldn't believe I was hearing this.  I wasn't an invalid! It was only sun stroke.  I was fine now, and they were really getting on my nerves.  But once they left, Kyle showed me that this wasn't going to be like it had been with them.  He was going to give me a fun night.

    First of all, he ordered pizza, which was a blessing for me.  Evan had put me on a light diet.  Then he gave me a soda and drank one himself.  We watched a movie on television, and he talked to me about different things.  He asked me how I was feeling about my mom and Kendal moving to Chicago, and he asked me what was going on around the house.  I told him about all the renovations that Dad wanted to do, and he listened like he was interested.

    "I'm going to help your dad do some of the work around here," said Kyle.  "Me and a friend will be coming by in the next couple of days to start talking to your dad about what he wants to do."

    "Who's your friend?" I asked.

    "His name is Josh," said Kyle.  "His father owns a construction company."

    "Cool," I said.  "Are they going to be the ones working on our house?"

    "Don't know," he replied.

    "My dad will be home tomorrow," I said.   "You and Josh can come to see him then."

    "Anxious to meet Josh?" he asked.

    "No," I laughed.  "I want to get the room done."

    "Ah," he said, smiling at me.  "If sex is what you want, then you're sitting with the right guy."

    "Whatever," I said, smiling back at him.

    "You don't look too sick to me," he said.

    "I'm not," I replied.  "The doctor said to take it easy for a few days. Evan and Cole are treating me like an invalid."

    "Evan is just worried about you, Buddy," he said, laughing.

    "I know."

    We were both quiet for a while after that.  We watched a little more of the movie, and Kyle rubbed my leg for a while.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to have sex with him or not.  What I really wanted was to be with Evan again.  It had been a few days since we'd had sex, and I really missed it.   I made up my mind to tell him so when he got home.

    The movie we were watching was really stupid.  It was about some kind of plague from outer space that made people eat each other.  Neither of us liked it, but there was nothing any better on television.  Its really bad when you have almost 90 channels to chose from, and every channel has nothing good to watch.

    Kyle kept rubbing my leg, and I started to drift off to sleep.  What woke me up was hearing Cole's car pull into our driveway.  I sat up, and Kyle removed his hand from my leg.  Evan was the only one to come in the house.  He talked to Kyle for a few minutes in the kitchen, and then Kyle came back into the living room.

    "See ya later, Buddy," he said, smiling at me.   "Maybe next time, you'll be more awake."

    "Yeah," I said, smiling back at him.  I knew exactly what he was talking about.  He'd been rubbing my leg trying to get me in the mood for a blowjob.  I knew what he wanted, but I was just not in the mood for it.

    After Kyle left, Evan came into the living room with a soda and sat down on the couch beside me.  He told me all about the movie they went to see, and he said that they went to get pizza before coming home.  He put his arm around me, and I lay back against him again.

    Soon, he was rubbing my stomach, and I realized that I had slid down his body and was now lying in his lap.  I was more tired than I thought.   The last thing I remember was Evan trying to carry me up the stairs.

No sex this time, guys.  I wanted to kind of take a break from that and show that Chris does lead a normal life.  Hope you enjoyed it.  Chapter 7 is on it's way.