ARCH HUNTER

Lukas - My Best Mistake

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Chapter 11 - Fine Arts

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After I visited my parents, I returned to Warsaw. It sucked that I couldn't contact Lukas directly. It was the most frustrating thing in the world at the moment. I knew he would come to Kamil as he can but would it be a day or a week?

On Monday morning, Kamil and I ate breakfast and the teen went to school. I decided I have to get busy with something or else I'll go mad. I considered calling Greg and asking if I was welcome back at work but it was still too soon. Maybe I should apply at McDonald's here in Warsaw for a while. I was too lazy and I wasn't so eager to terminate these spontaneous vacations, though. Also, I knew I had to be home as much as possible in case Lukas was coming over. I've done some pushups and decided to dig out the old game dev project I started a year ago. I still thought it could be a good game if only I had enough time to work on it.

That kept me busy for most of the day. Then I went shopping and decided to make a surprise dinner for Kamil. I knew he wouldn't be back until after 6 in the evening and I bet he would be hungry. Kamil didn't eat meat so I bought ingredients for a puttanesca sauce and got some good quality pasta. I liked this dish. Little hassle, great results.

"What's that smell?" I heard him shout as he entered the house, "did you burn a cat alive?"

"No, it was totally dead when I shoved it into the oven," I said as seriously as I could.

"Okay, whatever it is, let's eat, it smells good."

"Yeah, I have something to tell you," I offered.

I briefed Kamil on my conversation with my parents. I was watching his face intently as I was speaking, curious about his reaction but if he had any strong feelings, he was hiding them well.

"So if it all works, he will come to live with your parents, right?"

"Yes, that's the only way. I thought about moving back to Smalltown, at least until Lukas turns eighteen. But then I thought about it... I don't even know him for a month and I'm planning for five years ahead? Sometimes I feel like I no longer know what I'm doing."

"If you forget why you are doing something," Kamil raised his eyebrows, "remember why you did that in the first place."

"That's the point," I said twirling my fork in the pasta, "at first, when I met him on that train, I was sorry for him. But being sorry for someone isn't the best building foundation of a relationship, is it?"

"But did you quit your job and went looking for Lukas in Warsaw just because you were sorry?"

"Well, no, but..."

"You did it because you were in love. Wouldn't Earth be a sad place if people weren't able to make sacrifices to chase it? I know your situation is kind of... special but it doesn't change the fact that you are both in love."

"You know what they say," I said and made a short pause to swallow my food, "about loving someone. If you love someone, let them go."

"Yeah, but it doesn't look like Lukas is going anywhere unless it's with you," Kamil pointed.

"What I mean is - does he even need this kind of shit in his life right now? To have a ten years older boyfriend at thirteen?"

"He's almost fourteen," the teen noticed.

"Great, this changes everything," I waved my hand with frustration, "he should be focusing on school, kicking the ball and making fart jokes with his friends. At least for a few more years."

"So," Kamil looked at me seriously, "should I be doing that too? I'm not that much older than Lukas. Should I wait until I'm eighteen before I get laid?"

"I didn't mean that. But you can find someone your age and enter a relationship accepted by society, even if it's with another boy. As long as Lukas and I are together, we'll have to hide this relationship from everyone! I'm putting him in an unhealthy situation and..."

"Now you're just rambling."

"Don't interrupt me!" I started losing control, "and look what a perfect role model I am. Getting him drunk and have sex with me less than a week after we met. So responsible and mature."

The room went silent for a while and I felt shame for my little outburst. Kamil was poking food with his fork and looked upset.

"Sorry," I said after a minute.

"Don't be. Sorry for interrupting you," Kamil resumed eating, "and I get your dilemma. I'm not saying I'm not seeing it. But look, whatever happens, he's likely going to get adopted. Think of the shithole he's getting out of thanks to you. And even if it doesn't work out between you two, you can still be like an older brother to him. You know, show him the world other than getting in trouble, drinking and learning how to be in a gang."

I supported my head with my hand for a while, trying to digest it.

"Thanks, Kamil. You're right. I guess everyone needs to vent sometimes."

"No problem, Matt, you're doing the right thing. I'm glad you didn't start crying, though."

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Lukas finally came over two days later. Coincidentally, it was also the day that I saw Kamil naked for the first time. And I DON'T mean "for the first time of many to come". Not at all. I just mean that I never saw him naked or even in his underwear before. It all happened so fast.

Kamil was home early on Wednesdays. We made some pasta again. Yeah, we were feeling lazy. But this time, we added some white wine to the prawn sauce. Yeah, prawn wasn't meat according to Kamil. I teased him that chicken is a vegetable if we follow his reasoning and he told me to shut my stinky mouth. Talking to him was so nice that we decided to drink the rest of the wine even though it was early in the afternoon. He was telling me of the play he was preparing with his theatre group.

"Master and Margarita," he clarified, "a shorter version but it's still quite amusing."

"Nice, I loved the book," my eyes opened a little wider, "who are you playing?"

"Take a guess," he gave me a cheeky smile.

He was standing by the sink in the kitchen with a glass of wine. He wore a loose, v-neck shirt. Looking even more tempting than ever.

"The cat," I said with confidence, "Behemoth."

He put down his glass, grinned and clapped his hands adorably.

"Bravo, how did you know?"

"I'm not sure," I shrugged, "there's something feline about you."

"You mean my claws?" he spread his fingers and hissed like a wild cat.

"Uhm, no, it's not about your look," I contemplated, "not even about how you act. It's more about how you look down at the world. And, uhm, how you look at me," I smiled, not meaning to go so deep into it.

"Do I really look at people like that?" he reflected, "Do I act like an egoistic, megalomaniac princess?"

"We're taking it too far, Kamil," I raised my hands, "I only meant it in a good way. Anyway," I changed the topic, "are you wearing fake fur on rehearsals?"

"Nah, we practice in our regular clothes. But guess what, I'll be having body paint for the show and the dress rehearsal."

"Like in, full-body paint and nothing else?" I opened my eyes wider, "if so, where can I get front-row tickets?"

"You silly goose," he laughed cheerfully, "Of course it will be full-body paint. But I will be in my underwear. Then again, everything will be black so people in farther rows will probably be wondering what they are looking at."

"They might be offended," I noticed, "or aroused. Or both."

"Stop it!" he laughed even harder. That was a good wine.

"Sorry, dude," I giggled, "but won't you be ashamed to be performing almost nude?"

He didn't answer. Not with words, at least. He zeroed his glass, put it back on the counter and casually took his t-shirt off before I could stop him. Okay, I wasn't trying to stop him in the first place. But I couldn't even if I tried, trust me.

He was slim. His skin was a little darker than mine and way darker than Lukas. It was smooth, too. I was sure he wasn't working out. His chest and belly just looked great naturally. Why couldn't I be like that? Obviously, he had nothing to be ashamed of.

But Kamil clearly thought I was still unconvinced because with a swift move he dropped his sweatpants to his ankles, exposing his yellow boxer briefs and smooth legs. Okay, I thought, even if he doesn't make it as an actor, in a few years he can become a model without even trying. He was shorter than me but he was probably still growing. As he was now, the proportions of his body were near perfect.

"Okay dude," I said, "you made your point. I'm just not sure if Behemoth should be... sexy, you know? The audience may get confused feelings looking at you. And, if they're like me, uncomfortable reactions," I hinted at my hardening dick.

"This is a theatre," he dismissed me, "nudity is nothing special."

"I'm just saying you will be getting most of the attention, from men and women alike," I smiled, stealing occasional glances at his bulge, which was...

"Stop staring at my dick and get the camera from my room," he commanded, "make yourself useful, for once."

"Why?" I asked and started sweating.

"Hey, don't question the director," he scolded me, "we'll be making art today. You'll be but a tool in the artist's hand. There is no painting without a paintbrush, so get going!"

It sounded like fun so I decided to comply. Although I took a hint that we were entering dangerous waters and reminded myself to keep it decent before we do something stupid. I grabbed Kamil's Nikon digital camera from a shelf in his room. I came back just in time to see Kamil carelessly refilling our glasses with a freshly opened bottle of wine.

"What?" he asked when he saw my reprimanding look. "The artist needs his inspiration. Also, I need to be relaxed for the photoshoot."

"So why are you refilling mine?" I pointed at a hole in his reasoning.

"I would feel uncomfortable to be drunker than you. Who knows what you would do to me?"

"Alright, Mr Smartass, your tool is at your command."

"Now that's more like it," he clapped his hands with approval. His body was shining and I swear something twitched underneath the fabric of his underwear. "Do you know how to use a manual camera?"

"Yes," I said checking the buttons and controls on the device. Fortunately, my dad was a passionate photographer and I used to play with his analogue cameras a lot. This was a digital camera but apparently, we both didn't like the automatic settings.

"Great. Set the shallow depth of field. And turn on all the lights, I don't want any flashes."

I did as he asked and watched him sit on the counter and spread his legs a little. I got a little closer to get the best angle and took a test photo.

"Okay," he said, "let's do some of these and see how they turn out."

No problem, I could be doing that all day. I tested a few more angles and he made some pretty convincing facial expressions.

"They're too dark," he said when he hopped down to watch the photos with me on the camera screen. The heat coming from his half-naked body was a little distracting but I had to agree, they were too dark. I still wanted copies on my hard drive. "But the composition is awesome! You sure know how to capture my beauty, Matt. Let's go to my room, the sun shines on the other side of the building at this hour."

He was right, his room was way sunnier. I took a sizable sip of my wine. It was going to be a long afternoon.

"Let's do some next to the piano," he said and sat on the stool.

Kamil positioned himself showing me his side. The teen's head was turned to the camera and his right hand was on the keyboard. He gave me the most mysterious smile that made me drop my jaw. The boy could act. His face was relaxed and the smile didn't look forced at all. I didn't waste a second, not to lose the moment and I took several photos. He started changing his poses as I was clicking the shutter button. He rolled on the stool to give me different perspectives on his body. All the time, he was in control of his facial expression. The light was still a little too dim, but I wouldn't be ashamed to show some of the takes at an exhibition.

"Let me see," he said after a minute or two and jumped to my side.

"Here," I said, "I like this one," I stopped on a photo where he was crossing his hands behind his head and his bulge was particularly visible."

"Har har, I wonder why, you child lover. They are amazing, but actually, I don't like my yellow boxer briefs here. They're too modern-looking. Turn around, will ya?"

"Okay, take your time," I agreed but got pretty excited by the prospect of this boy getting naked with me in one room, even if just for a few moments and behind my back.

"Let's try something more classical..." I heard him as I watched the opposite wall. "No... that doesn't work, let's try... bingo! Okay, you can look now."

I turned back to him, curious what sort of classical he had in mind. And it turned out he meant it quite literally because he stood there with his arms crossed and nothing else covering his teen body.

Before I could process it, my eyes went down to his soft dick. Its beauty amazed me and by the time I realised I should look away, I couldn't anymore. It was long and thick. It wasn't huge - it was just a little above average but attached to his slim body, it looked big and powerful. But it wasn't just the size. It was dangling perfectly straight down without the slightest curve. It was uncircumcised but the foreskin was just long enough to cover his prominent glans. His balls were hardly visible behind the impressive shaft, but they seemed perfectly round and tight. Kamil probably shaved all his pubic hair a few days ago and all I could see was a constellation of tiny, black dots announcing the imminent regrowth. His trimmed pubes were the only man-made intrusion. The rest of his body was shaped by the powers of nature themselves and I couldn't take my eyes off of this perfect living sculpture.

The best thing was, he wasn't very athletic or anything. He was just slim and thanks to his teenage metabolism, there was not a gram of excess fat to be found anywhere. And this young god just decided to show himself to me in all his glory. Looking as confident as ever.

"That's way more matching, isn't it?" he asked as casually as he'd ask me to pour him more wine, which he did right after.

"Y... yeah," I stuttered, "you have a great body, you made your point. Now, get dressed."

"Nuh huh," he protested, "we're doing art, Matt. There's nothing erotic about nudity in art."

"Everything is erotic about your nudity, trust me," I assured him, feeling my boner pushing against my boxer shorts. "Why did you even ask me to turn around if you're so shameless?

"I'm not ashamed of my body," Kamil explained, "but I am a bit ashamed of the process of undressing. I had to undress first and see if I was comfortable. And I am!"

"Yeah, I can see that, but I'm not. It's getting pretty crowded down there if you get my meaning."

"Have you never seen a dick before? Keep it together, will you? Let's just take a few shots and I'll get dressed, I promise."

"Okay," I gave up, "but I'm telling Lukas everything. Just so you know."

"I don't mind. We can pose for you together if you want," he said with a sly grin.

Kamil didn't wait for my reaction and jumped on his bed. He took the blanket and lifted it only a little bit to cover half of his dick. Then the teen faced the window and I became a witness to the most beautiful and arousing sight of my life. He looked a little startled but there was also a hint of boyish curiosity. His lips were slightly parted and inviting, his eyes bright and young. I was so mesmerised that Kamil had to clear his throat to remind me what my job was.

I quickly raised the camera to my eye and started shooting. And as I shot, Kamil was moving on the bed, making different faces and covering different areas of his body. Then, he uncovered himself completely and I noticed his boyhood was more swollen than before. He kneeled and crossed his hands behind his neck, exposing himself completely. I knew we were crossing the border but I was doing the most amazing shots of my life and didn't want it to stop.

Minutes passed. Somehow, Kamil managed to stay only semi-hard. I was practically a touch away from cumming.

"Okay," Kamil said and his voice was husky and sensual, "let's spice it up a little bit."

He laid back a little and took his shaft in his hand, slowly stroking it. That was it. I stopped shooting and was about to protest. Because I was losing the battle here and we had to stop right now.

But just then, there was a knock on the door.

Kamil and I shared a startled look, the teen still with his dick in his hand, by now fully hard. The boy jumped off of his bed and started dressing hastily, not even bothering to put any underwear under his pants.

I stayed in his room, watching Kamil clumsily wearing his shirt and rushing to check the door. It was Lukas.

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