Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2003 10:44:40 +1200 From: arthur Subject: snake eyes part 3 SNAKE EYES Part Three By Arthur The two boys stood at the top of the concourse waiting for their bags to arrive on the turntable, they had been told that they would be met by a member of the school and that they would be taken there for a viewing and then dropped off at the accomodation arranged for them. When the bags arrived Stewart was about to take his up when Fore stooped down to grab them both. "Babes, in the bedroom you're the man and I like it that way but outside I'm the man so you stay put and let me handle the bags." Stewart stood back as asked, besides he wanted to ogle the beautiful tight little butt in the faded blue skin tight jeans before him. Stewart felt that hot flush feeling as he took in those two small globes as they bent down to take up the bags. His stomach had become a training ground for an olympic gymnastic team as he watched the globes flex when they took the weight of the bags. Stewart stood mesmerised by the view and as his eyes travelled up the length of the flexing body he saw Fore looking at him over his shoulder, a twinkle in his eye with his eyebrows lifted in query. "See anything you like Babes?" "Oh....ah....uhm?" "Oh, ok then I'll find someone else that appreciates a good view." "Uhm...ahhh...daamnnnnn." Fore straightened with the two bags and began to lead Stewart down the concourse toward the main reception area. All the boys knew was that someone called Mr.Stannard was meeting them in reception. They made their way down there and stood near the information desk in the center of the area with the bags at their feet. After about five minutes they had still not been approached by anyone and began to wonder if they had got it wrong. The only person standing around near them was a man of about 35 or36. he was a big man and had huge shoulders with a full brown beard covering his lower face. The mans eyes were looking into the far distance as he talked on a cell phone with grunts and nods of his head. He was dressed something like an englishman in grey flannel trousers and a brown loose fitting tweed jacket. On his feet were a pair of highly polished brown shoes and a well used pipe was hanging from the corner of his mouth. Stewart could see tufts of dark hair on the backs on his hands and the hair on his head had an unruly look about it as though it had been a while since it had seen a pair of scissors. The boys stood around waiting until they heard a heavy grunt behind them, turning they saw the man standing there looking them over with a frown on his face. His eyes pierced them as they looked over and inside them,there was a decidedly chalky smell about his clothes. "You the Madigan boys?" Stewart was the first to answer. "Yes Sir, are you Mr. Stannard?" "That's right lad, and which one are you?" "I'm Stewart Nate, Sir." Stannard turned his glare onto Fore. "You must be Terrance Junior then?" "Ah.. yes Sir." Stannard looked Fore over with a critical eye, his mood didn't change as he took in the pony tail hair do and the skin tight jeans which showed all of Fore except his pubic hair. "Right, you'll have that hair cut before you start classes tomorrow and you won't be wearing anything except the approved uniform. Those clothes make you look like a street hustler." As Fore's mouth opened to give one of his snide retorts, Stewart dug him in the ribs lightly with his elbow and a minescule shake of his head before answering for both of them. "Yes Sir, my brother will do as you ask." "He better young Madigan, we don't like scruff's at the school." "Yes Sir." "Ok, grab your bags and follow me and keep the natter down, boys should be seen and not heard." Fore lifted one eyebrow at Stewart and smiled an evil smile that made Stewart start to regret coming over to Brighton City. The car they were led to was a standard family sedan and as the teacher opened the trunk he waved his hand as though to say. 'Throw the bags in there and lets go.' Stannard let the boys put their bags in as he went to open the drivers door and sat waiting for his new charges to get into the passenger seat but instead they opted for the rear seat as far away from the apparently cantancerous teacher. The drive to the private school took the best part of an hour as the traffic had got heavier due to the lunch break taking effect as the boys waited at the airport. Stannard said nothing to the boys as he drove, instead he single mindedly puffed on the rancid pipe in his mouth causing the boys to have small coughing fits as the car filled with the stench of pipe tobbacco. The high brick fence signalled their nearness to the school and as the boys looked at the solid edifice with its interspersed patches of old ivy climbing over the brick work, they both gave a shudder at the similarity to some ancient english boarding school of a bygone era. The gates were of wrought iron and had seen better days but the grounds behind them were immaculately kept and the old brownstone building of the main school block had recently been steam cleaned so that the stone work was almost like new. The administration building was three stories high and the boys could just see three more wings attached to it forming a quadrangle in the center. Althought it had been recently cleaned it still gave off an aura of old age and even older traditions. While Stewart was well used to schools, Fore had not been inside one for over two years and the feeling this one gave off made him squirm in his seat. The records for Fore had been falsified to get him into the school but Stewarts were good enough to make it on his own ability. As it would turn out Stewart would do the home work for both of them so that any abilities that Fore lacked would not be picked up on for the short time they intended to be there. As the car pulled up in front of the admin building the boys saw the figure of what they assumed was the Head Master waiting for them on the steps. He was of average height but very thin and in his fifties. The hair on his head was receeding and the dark eyes had seen it all before, his hawk like nose stood out above a pencil thin moustache on his upper lip. The Heads whole demeanor suggested tired intelligence and a wasted life tucked away from the real world. The boys got out of the car and as they looked up at the Head he gave the black gown a flick with his wrist and forced a smile onto his face. "So, you're the Madigan Boys, follow me, you can leave your bags in the car and Deputy Head Stannard will take you to your Aunts after we have a chat." Fore looked at Stewart with a puzzled expression as though to say. 'Aunt?' Stewart smiled at his lover and resisted the temptation to grasp him around the waist, instead shrugging his shoulders and started to follow the Head Master into the building. Once in the office of the Head Master the boys were told to take a seat while the Head sat behind his aging desk. "First off boys, I want to thank you for coming down here, the Commissioner is a personal friend of mine and he has assured me that you two are just what we need to sort this mess out." For a change, and the occassion, Stewart took the lead as he was more familiar with what was needed in these circumstances than Fore would have been. "Thank you Sir, is there anyone else that knows why we're here?" "No...ahh?" "I'm Stewart Sir and this is my brother Terry." "Ahh yes, good, well no Stewart, no one else knows why you're both here and I intend to keep it that way. I want this mess cleaned up as quickly as possible and with no scandal attached to it." "Ok Sir, we'll do our best." "Yes....yes of course, yes....I'm sure you will,...good...good, ahm ...well right,....ah..now what will you need?" "Nothing as yet Sir, we'll just try to fit in and then see what we can do when we've had a chance to get to know some of the students." "Good....good...yes...ahm...right thing to do. Well if that's all I'll let you get to your Aunts and we'll see you bright and early tomorrow for your indoctrination to our esteemed halls of learning." "very good Sir, and thank you for your time." "Pleasure boy, pleasure, I hope you can help sort all this horrible mess out soon." "We'll try our best Sir." "God....good...ahm right,...well...bye for now then." The head stood up and offered his hand to the boys as they got ready to leave. Once outside Fore turned to Stewart. "Is that old fart for real Babes?" "Yep Goldy, a real genuine scholar." Stewart let out a soft giggle at the expression on Fore's face. "Well Babes now you know why I chose the streets, he's got to be right out of a Dickens book." Just then Deputy Head Master Stannard appeared around the corner of the building. "Right you two get in and let's get you to your Aunties, can't stand around here all day chatting." Stannards bluff, gruff voice told the boys that he would rather be somewhere else at that moment so to avoid a bad impression they hopped quickly into the back seat while Stannard started the car and pulled away from the victorian looking school. Fore eased his hand over to take hold of Stewarts as the car drove sedately down the road toward a small estate of houses not far from the main gates. The boys could see that they would be able to walk to school each morning without much trouble and thanked some unknown power for not having to ride a bus each day. The car pulled up outside a small red brick bungalow style house and as the boys went for their bags the Deputy Head walked up the short pathway and knocked on the door. Stannard looked up as the door was opened to be met by a man, or should that be a woman mountain, as Milly stood there with a pleasant look on her face and a synical smile on her lips. "Ahem, Miss Richards?" "Yes." "I'm Deputy Stannard from the school, I've brought your nephews over." "Good, thank you." The tone of Milly's voice told Stannard he had just been dismissed by this overpowering woman. "Yes, uhm right, well thank you, I'll be off then." Milly gave him a condescending look and a short nod then looked up at the boys as the came from behind the car. "Well, well, well, look what we have here, a Junior and a Nate, how are you boys, good to see you again." The two boys looked over at the familiar mass of womanhood and smiled broadly as they both spoke together, remembering to add 'Aunt' for Stannards benefit. "Aunt Milly...hey how are you, thanks for helping us out here for school, Pops said we would be ok over here with you." "How's the old reprobate anyway Stew?" "He's good thanks Aunt Milly." "Ok enough blather come on inside and get settled." Fore and Stewart followed Milly though the door, not bothering to give Stannard another look as he went to his car and left the house to go his own way. Once inside behind closed doors the boys hugged Milly closely, Fore especially felt close to her. "Milly?" "Yep sexy what can I do for you?" "I never had the chance to thank you for saving my ass before." "Hey Fore, it is still Fore isn't it? you're welcome my little street boy, I knew you were worth it." "I'm always Fore for you Milly, if that's how you want it." "Good, wouldn't be the same calling you Junior or Terry. So how's the injury coming, all ok now?" "Yep, it's good Milly, don't even notice it anymore, well unless an unnamed person is playing around down that way." "Fore, really, that sort of talk will scare your poor frail old Aunty." Stewart laughed along with Fore at the bulky Milly being called frail or old. "Yeah, frail, right.....Aunty." "Cheeky as ever, street boy, now come on you two give me another hug then get your asses up the stairs and put your bags away so we can talk." The boys put away their clothes and then with an evil grin Fore pointed out the double bed in the center of the room. "Think we should see if it's good enough to sleep on Babes?" Stewart surrounded Fores neck with his arms and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You know damn well we wouldn't get down stairs again till morning so, no,I don't think we should try it out till later." "Ohh, Babes, you're so mean to me, all I wanted was a little slap and tickle." "Yeah I can guess how much slap and where the tickling would be." Fore put on a little boy lost look then pecked Stewart on the lips as he grasped his hand and moved toward the door leading down to where Milly was waiting for them. Once all three were sitting in the lounge Stewart looked over at Milly and smiled as he started to speak. "Uhm, Milly, you realise that the bed upstairs is a double?" "Uhuh." "You know that we're a couple?" "Uhuh." "There might be a bit of noise some times." "Uhuh." "Ahm, is it going to be a problem for you?" "Nope, I've got my room down here away from the terrible twins rampaging hormones." "MILLY,..." "Well you asked, now lets get to the serious part so we can sit back and relax after." The boys smiled as they took their place beside each other on the sofa. "Right, Nate will be here tomorrow with the others, Peter and Ivan will be boarding at the school as seniors and Nate has a room at the Hotel with the equipment and monitors for your locators. I'm going to be your go-between and sort of look after you like a wicked witch of the west." Milly paused long enough to wriggle her eyebrows and scowl in the appropriate manner then continued. "Fore, we're sory to have to do this to that beautiful hair of yours but we have to cut it for the school." "Yeah I know Milly, the pipe man told me." "Pipe man?" "Stannard." "Oh, ok, well we know how much you like your hair long but it has to be done." "Don't sweat it Milly, I can grow it out again and this is for a good cause." "Thanks Fore, it means a lot to us to see how far you're prepared to got to help." Stewart wrapped an arm around Fore's shoulder in a gesture of compfort as he knew how important Fore felt his long hair was to his good looks. "Ok, boys, now as you can see the school is good and close and we're pretty damn sure we won't have the problems with your safety like last time. Now the Commissioner is coming over later to take you to the range for 'assesment', for gods sake don't let on what you two have been up to in Terry's shed. Play it like a couple of novices but with a little knowledge that Terry gave you, it might even be better if you sort of foul up so they don't give you a pass and then you can keep your little secret from everyone." "Yeah that sounds better Milly, might be better for all concerned if they think we're not carrying anything dangerous." "Yes Fore, I think that's a better way all round. I've put the files on the boys in the other room for you to look over so if you want to go and do that for a while then I'll come get you when it's time for your hair cut and bring you back to wait for the Commissioner." The boys got to their feet and with a nod and a smile to Milly went through to the adjoining room to read the missing boys files. Most of the files were school records and a little of their private lives, it was Stewart that picked up on the fact the boys were all about the same age and also similar in body type and looks. The only other fact apart from the first boy that had been taken was that the others were all reasonably new to the school and had not been there quite long enough to have settled into solid friendships with the long time students. As Stewart pointed out to Fore it gave them both a better chance of being noticed. That afternoon Fore's long soft hair fell to the floor of the local barbers shop as he clipped and trimmed until Fore's hair was cut short on the back and sides with the longer hair being trimmed to fall either side of his crown with a parting in the middle making Fore look a little like Stewarts preppy image. Stewart, once they were hidden inside Milly's car, reached over and carressed Fore's small ears as they saw the light of day. The erotic gesture had Fore pushing out the front of his skin tight jeans in no time. "Hmmmmmmm, Babes, that feels soooo good." "Hey you two, get a room." "Milly, how could you suggest such a thing to two innocent little boys." "You two......innocent.....yeah right Fore, I'd believe that.......not." The laughter echoed out of the car windows as they drove back to the small house that was to be their home for the next few weeks. The sight of a dark sedan parked outside the house told them that the Commissioner was a little early but as they had nothing else to do it seemed a good idea to get it all over with before settling down for the rest of the day. As the trio got out of the car, the Commissioner did the same and met the group with his hand out in greeting. "Officer Richards, thank you for coming and thank you as well boys, I know this is all a bit sudden for you but we have to get so much done and get these men off the street as soon as we can." The Commissioner was aware of something different but couldn't quite put his finger on it until Fore brushed the back and sides of his head as he felt the cool afternoon air on his neck for the first time in a long time. The Commissionoer stared at the preppy hair cut and then realised how far the boys were prepared to go to help out. "Terrance, I'm sorry you had to loose your hair for this, I'm not a fan of long hair but I know how much it can mean to a young guy now days." "It's ok Commissioner, it had to be done, it'll grow back in time." "Well thanks for the sacrifice Terrance. Now have you got time to go with me to the range for an assesment?" "Yeah sure Commissioner, but we don't know if we'll be any good at that sort of thing, Pops showed us a little but it's not really our thing." "Well Terrance we have to look at all the options for your safety, just in case anything goes wrong." "Ok Commissioner, no problems, we'll try our best." "Thank you, well Officer can I take these boys off your hands for a while?" "Yes Sir, it'll give me a chance to catch up on some file work while they're gone." The Commissioner, followed by Fore and Stewart re-entered his car and with a short nod to Milly drove off. The police small arms range was at the rear of the Headquarters building and as the boys entered they saw it had eight partitioned areas for the shooters to stand as well as a long bench attached to the rear wall for the targets and ammunition as well as the cleaning of the weapons. The only other person in there was an aging officer who looked kindly down at the two boys and then back to the Commissioner. "So these are your two special recruits Commissioner?" "Yes Sargeant, can you take them through the drills and then do a shooting test for them." "Yes Sir, Ive got two Gecado .22 automatics for them, they're small and the boys should be able to handle them ok." Stewart caught Fore's look of horror at the mention of such small calibre pistols and as he looked down at his boyfriends hands he saw them shaking in a make believe gesture of fear. The smile on Fores lips belied the actions of his hands. The Commissiooner stepped back and let the old Sargeant put the boys through their paces and with an effort the boys messed up as much as they could without seeming to be complete clutzes. After straining the Sargeants good humour to breaking point they decided it was time to fire off a few practice rounds. One look at Fores eyes told Stewart where they should be aiming most of their shots and he gave him a small nod in agreement. The targets at the far wall were the same size they used back home but the Sargeant insisted that they stand only ten feet from them as the small automatics had very little range. Fore, followed by Stewart sprayed their shots all over the outer white area of the targets and only with a great deal of effort did they manage to completely miss the black spot in the middle. After three more attempts with the same results, the Sargeant called a halt and turned to the Commissioner. "I'm sorry Sir, I really don't think the boys can handle firearms, in my opinion it would be safer if they weren't armed." The Commissioner had a very sad look on his face as he turned to the boys. "I'm sorry boys but as you heard it might not be a good idea for you to be armed, we'll just have to depend on your locators to keep you out of trouble if any arises." To the Commissioners surprise both boys seemed quite hapy at the results of their test, unusual as it seemed for young boys to be not bothered with guns. Most boys wanted to know all about them and given a chance like this to have one all the time was a surprise to say the least. "That's ok Sir, we're probably better off without them anyway." "Well thank you both for trying anyway, now let me get you back home so you can rest up for your first day at school." On the return drive the boys found it hard to resist touching each other as they relaxed in the back seat. As soon as they were safely inside their temporary new home, they were up into their new bedroom and esconced on the double bed holding each other close and invading the others mouth with a hot wet tongue. "Damn Babes, it seems like weeks since we had time to ourselves." "Mmmm, but it was worth the wait Goldy." "Come a little closer Babes, I've got something for you." "What?" "This." Fore truned around and pushed his tight butt into Stewarts groin and began to wriggle seductively against the hardness he felt down there. "Ooooh....Goldy, you feel soooo good." "Shall we?" "Mmmm, yeah." Fore reach to the front of his skin tight jeans and Stewart heard the zipper being lowered as the small globes pushed harder against him. With a little wriggling and pushing Fores jeans worked their way down his slim golden legs as Stewart shed his cargoe's faster than he thought was possible. The heat coming from Fores bare skin as it settled back against the rigid shaft behind him, sent shivers down Stewarts spine as he searched frantically for the tube of lube they had placed on the bedside table. Fore's heat was getting to boiling point as Stewart finally laid a hand on the tube and forced out a small amount onto his waiting fingers. Lubing up his throbbing shaft he turned back to those waiting globes and as he began to push slowly forward, his body shaking in rhythm with Fores own lust, a loud shout came from downstairs. "DINNER'S ON THE TABLE BOYS, COME AND GET IT." Fore's voice startled Stewart. "Fuck, not now, oh god Babes I can't wait to feel you in me." Stewart was immediately deflated at the sound of the call from Milly. "Oh shit, sorry Goldy, we better go down, if we eat quickly we can be back here in ten minutes." "Fuck,fuck,fuck,.....oohh damn Babes, I need you soooo much." "It's ok Goldy, I'll make it up to you after dinner." "Well.....ok, but you got to promise to make it the best one yet....pleeeease?" "Yes Goldy...I promise, it'll be the best time we've had." "Ok, Babes lets go eat, and Babes?" "Yes Lover?" "Eat fast...ok?" "Anything for you my sweet Goldy." With a soft snicker of achievement Fore slipped off the bed and forced his jeans back up his legs and over his softening tool. At the sight of this Stewart realised Fore had not been wearing any underwear all day and that the jeans had really been showing him in all his natural glory. Stewart smiled to himself as he followed his golden boy down to dinner thinking of the promise they had just made, his own projection was again leading the way as they entered the kitchen where Milly was waiting for them. Milly took one look at Fore's blushing face and Stewarts forward projection and with a giggle that seemed out of place on the large women, asked them. "Oh dear, did I interupt something?" "Ahm....er....ahh.." "Oh well you can save it for later, come on now lets eat." Milly looked at the two lovers and the way they were blushing thinking to herself. 'So damn cute the two of them' The three settled down to eat and Milly took time out to tell them to slow down as the bedroom hadn't caught fire.....yet. The resulting blush told her everything she needed to know. TO BE CONTINUED: