Date: Sat, 09 Feb 2002 23:09:26 +0000 From: jack summers Subject: The Long Weekend-Part Two WOW. Ok so it's so hard to believe it's been almost a year since I posted the first chapter of my story. I guess time does really fly when you're having fun. Waitaminute? I wasn't having fun. Sorry, my bad. For the past year I've been working my ass off with school and work but oh well, I'm back and better than ever. As usual feedback is definitely appreciated. My email adress has changed though. It is now elijahsboi@hotmail.com. So read up, write me back, tell me what you like what you don't like. I also like to know who's reading my shit so feel free to tell me a lil about yourself. Thanks and keep it real. oh and if you don't want to read a story which features two young men sharing eventually graphic love for eachother......GO AWAY The long Weekend-Part Two SATURDAY By four AM it had started to sprinkle. By five it was coming down in buckets. Jack swung open the front door and dragged himself into the kitchen. He was tired, dripping wet, and completely exhausted. 9:34AM After Nathan had caught them in bed together, he had ran from the house. Jack struggled to throw on some clothes and pursue his younger brother but by the time he got outside it was to late. Nathan was long gone and Jack hadn't seen him since. He'd spent the night calling all of Nathan's friends, and driving around aimlessly looking for him. Jack was worried. He was worried what Nathan would do. He was terrified who Nathan would tell. It would be just like his brother to go out and inform the entire population of Flat Point High that his big jock brother was a fudge packer. Jack could just picture Nathan glowing as he informed the school. Perhaps, he'd use the intercom, or write it in the sky using smoke letters; "JACK SUMMERS IS A DIRTY QUEER." More and more horrific scenarios rushed through his head as he made his way to his bedroom to change. Maybe he was over reacting. His brother didn't hate him that much right? Jack stripped out of his wet clothes and threw them over by the door. He stood naked in the middle of his room, unsure of his next move. He felt as if someone had pulled a sheet over his eyes. Everything was foggy. That's when he saw the note on his bed. It was from Anthony. Hey man, hope everything went ok last night with your bro and everything. I had fun. Hope you did too. See you in school and give me a call sometime. 555-7473 -Anthony Jack smiled to himself. He hadn't even thought of Anthony since last night. He laid back on his bed thinking about the night before. How Anthony had led him to the bedroom, how they had slowly stripped each other, pausing to invade each others mouths with their tongues. He had kissed down Anthony's magnificent stomach and taken his beautiful dick into his mouth. How it had all seems so natural and meant to be. How, at that moment, Jack had felt more happiness than he's ever thought possible. It was 6:30 in the morning and Jack was fast asleep. **** Jack wasn't sure what time it was, but the sun had risen and apparently begun to set. Jack walked to the window, still naked, and stared at his street. Like any other suburb in America, the rows of houses all reeked of tract home and middle class. He remembered how his mother had flipped when their neighbors across the street bought some pink flamingos as a cute lawn ornament. Jack didn't see the problem, in fact, he kind of liked them. But now, when he looked across the street he noticed the flamingos were gone. In actuality, the usually green lawn they'd stood over was brown and dead and the sky was more of a pale gray than blue. "How long did I sleep?" Jack thought to himself. He looked out his window groggily and tried to locate the sun. What time was it? A sharp knock at his bedroom door startled the late teen and when he turned around he found Anthony McBain standing in the doorway, looking impressive as ever. "Hey man, your front door was open, so I just let myself in. I wanted to come and make sure everything was ok. You know, with your brother and all." Anthony had the same casual air about him that he always carried. Jack just nodded his head and stared at the young vision of perfection that stood in his room. A cool breeze quickly reminded Jack that he was still naked from his nap. "Yeah, umm...yeah, every thing's fine." Jack stumbled around his room, searching for clothes. "Hey Jack-o, it's not like you got something I haven't seen right?" Anthony just stood there smiling, watching Jack clumsily try to get dressed. When Jack turned around Anthony was right beside him. Anthony reached out tenderly and grasped Jack's naked hip; his touch sending shivers up and down the boys side. Slowly, he turned jack around and brought him in for a long passionate kiss. The two boys melted together, lost in the embrace. Their hands danced over naked flesh and Anthony's clothes were on the floor in no time. "I want you to fuck me again Jack, I want to feel you inside me." Anthony's words drove Jack crazy and kicked his hardon into overdrive. The two scrambled to the bed and Anothony laid on his back. Jack kissed his lover once more and positioned himself between his legs. With Anthony's legs up over his shoulders, Jack moved the head of his pulsing teenaged dick to Anthony's puckering hole. "Do it!! FUCK ME you fuckin stud!!!" Anthony commanded. That was all the motivation Jack needed before he thrusted his shaft as far as it would go into Anthony's tight ass. Jack shuddered as Anthony's tight ring accepted the steely invader deep into his bowels. Both boys grunted and moaned in ecstasy as Jack picked up a pace and began slamming his rod deep into Anthony's spassming hole. Soon, Jack's eyes shut tightly and his head flew back as he dumped load after load of cum deep into Anthony's ass. "Thanks Bro. I needed that." Jack opened his eyes and in Anthony's place was Nathan, Jack's younger brother. Jack didn't understand, how was this possible? His mind reeled with questions as his younger sibling stared up into his eyes contentedly. Despite himself, Jack felt his cock begin to harden again, still deep in Nathan's ass. And so he did, what came naturally. He fucked. His hips shot rhythmically forward driving himself deeper into his brother. With every bit of strength he could muster he jammed his staff as hard as he could deep into his moaning sibling. And he loved it. ****** Jack sat up abruptly on his bed, jarred out of his dream. He groggily looked around his room, forcing himself into a waking state. It was 6 o'clock and the sun had begun it's decent, casting random shadows throughout his room. Dark clouds had begun to gather on the distant horizon and the faint rumbling of thunder lightly shook their neighberhood. Across the room, the little light on his answering machine was blinking. There was only one message and Jack had a pretty good idea who it was from. He pushed the play button as he rooted through his dresser for something to put on. It had just struck him that he was still stark naked. "BEEP!!! Hey there you fuckin prick where were you last night?" It was Cindy. And just as charming and ladylike as always. "You better come up with a solid excuse as to why you flaked out on me and embarrassed me in front of everyone. Call me the minute you get this message Jack Summers. BEEP" Jack just rolled his eyes. He didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to put up with that bitches shit. He only maintained the relationship to keep up appearances anyway. Why should he have to be the victim of that viper lady just for show. Jack was sure he could find some other, more low maintenance girl that would date him but require no real physical affection. But then again maybe he couldn't. Cindy was unique in her prudish ability to possess both desire and disgust towards Jack, the former usually winning out to Jack's elation. 6:30 PM Jack settled on a pair of baggy sweat pants and went downstairs to the kitchen. The house was still quiet and a quick circle of the house revealed that Nathan was still missing. At least it had stopped raining. Jack knocked on Nathan's door. He still held out hope that perhaps his younger brother had managed to slip in undetected. When no one answered Jack turned the knob and stepped into the dark room. Like a typical teenager's room, there were clothes strewn everywhere. Nathan had the smallest bedroom in the house with just enough space for a medium sized bed and computer desk. Jack didn't know what he was looking for by investigating Nathan's bedroom but maybe something there would give him a clue as to where his missing brother was hiding out. Nathan's desk was covered in papers and magazines. An empty cereal bowl and dirty socks sat on the floor next to the 14 year olds digital camera. Jack remembered when Nathan had bought it, promptly after seeing American Beauty. Nathan had taken to filming anything and everything and for about two months he'd claimed with great conviction that he was going to be a famous film maker someday. But true to form Nathan soon grew tired of it, and to Jack's knowledge, hadn't touched the camera in months. Jack sat at the small computer desk and clicked the mouse a few times, clearing the screen saver. One folder, "My Stuff", caught his attention. Opening it he found the usual teenage stuff; mp3's, a few picture files of random bands, and one unlabeled folder. Intrigued, Jack doubled clicked the mystery folder to find hundred of picture files. Obviously, Nathan hadn't grown as tired of his camera as Jack had thought. Jack clicked open one picture that seemed to have been taken more recently and was presented with a picture of his shirtless brother, facing the camera flexing his biceps. Jack couldn't help but laugh a little. Flipping through some more files he discovered a veritable photo album dedicated to Nathan showing off for his digital camera. Jack stopped in his tracks when a picture of Nathan, completely naked and totally erect opened on the screen. Suddenly Jack remembered his dream. What was that all about? Sure, his brother was an attractive young guy but the Jack had never felt anything sexual for him. EVER. So why was he dreaming about fucking him? And why couldn't he take his eyes off of his brothers digitally captured cock. The younger boy's dick curved straight up towards his tight six pack abs, flaring at the center before coming to a full mushroom head. The next few files revealed more of the same. In each new photo Nathan became more and more involved in his performance for the camera and with every new picture Jack found himself growing more and more aroused. Jack slowly massaged his growing cock through his sweats. Suddenly his face turned a bright shade of crimson when he realized what he was doing. How could he be getting off on his younger brother. It wasn't right, was it? Despite any guilt he felt, Jack proceeded. Countless images of Nathan flashed before him: Nathan stroking his dick while pre cum oozed out of the throbbing head, Nathan bending over exposing his tight smooth ass, Nathan fondling his balls while he tweaked his nipple, and so on. By now Jack's cock was rock hard and straining against the fabric of his sweat pants. It was all he could do not to whip it out and stroke himself to orgasm right then and there. Jack clicked open another folder and was presented with at least 30 more picture files, all unlabeled. Expecting to find more pictures along the same theme Jack furiously clicked at the first file, dying to see the next revealing image of his 14 year old brother. Instead he was presented with a picture of himself. Jack stared at a picture of himself toweling off out by their families pool. The water clung to his tan chest and ran down his abs in the mid afternoon sun. Why did Nathan keep a picture of him with all of these other revealing photos? Jack's jaw dropped when he opened the next file. It was a picture of Jack, completely naked and stroking his dick. His fluids oozed out of his tool and dripped down over his clenched fist. Apparently the picture had been taken from the roof, outside Jack's window. Jack couldn't believe that his brother had photographed him while he was whacking off. Nathan was straight wasn't he? Nathan's walls were covered with posters of half clad women sporting multiple breast implants and bleached blond highlights. Brittany Spears hung directly over the little computer desk. Nathan was always talking about girls he wanted to bone or pork or ram or screw. Nathan was straight. Sure he wasn't a total ladies man but Jack had always his younger brother was just, well, young and would grow into it soon enough. Then what was this all about? Jack didn't understand what was going on. Once again he felt his cock throb against his sweats. Pre cum had begun to drip down the side of his leg. The next few pictures were obviously from the same night. More pictures of Jack writhing on his bed, bucking his hips, fingering his balls. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" Jack jumped to his feet. He had been so engrossed in the computer screen that Nathan's entrance hadn't even registered. It was still dark and Nathan stood in the shadows near the doorway. "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" "I, uhhh, I was just..." Jack stammered. He didn't know what to say. The digitally captured images were still running fresh through his mind and Nathan's entrance had startled him. "You were just what?? Going through my stuff?" The younger boy was growing more agitated with every sentence. "You fuckin faggot. What gives the right to come into my room and invade my priva-" "Nathan, what is this?" Jack interrupted. He moved away from the computer screen, revealing the pictures of him his younger brother had taken. Nathan stopped dead in his tracks. He tried to speak but the words choked in his throat. The boys eyes welled up his tears streamed down his cheeks. It's not what....what you think....they're just.....I was just.....they....it's a joke Jack....just." Nathan wiped the tears from his face with the back of his arm. Looking directly at his older brother Nathan's face took on a tone of severity. "I'm not a fag if that's what you think. You're the fag." But his face had again begun to betray his emotions. Before the first tear fell Nathan turned and ran out of the room. This time though, Jack was ready for him and fled after his younger brother. Jack caught up to Nathan just as he was reaching the front door, grabbing him by the arm, pulling him close to his body with his other arm and restraining any further flight. Nathan struggled with all his might but despite himself he could not get free from his older brother's tight bear grip. The whole time he fought, tears streamed freely down his face and no words were spoken. The older boy held tight and slowly Nathan felt himself relinquishing, giving himself over to his brother's strong grasp. Nathan raised his head off of Jack's chest and the brother's eyes met yet again, but this time there was no anger in Nathan's eyes, no confusion in Jacks. The two boys moved closer still and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, their lips met. The kiss was soft and loving. It sent sparks through both of them that reached out through their entire bodies. 7:45 PM When they finally separated the two stood in the doorway of their home and held each other for what seemed like hours. The sun had completely set and outside a crackling bolt of lightening illuminated the street in a white hot flash. Thunder ripped across the sky and the gaudy pink flamingos across the street were blown back and forth, dancing in the new rain.