Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2019 20:20:51 +0530 From: sommele korn Subject: When he comes -3 This story is fiction and all usual disclaimers apply to it. This is my first attempt at writing anything so please bear with me if you find an improperly structured sentence or any GE. English is not my native tongue. Feedbacks are always welcome < somerandomguy341@gmail.com > and are important for the continuation of story. I have the story planned, but if I don't receive any responses, then I think my efforts at writing were all in vain. Also please donate to nifty < http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html > to keep the site alive. Chapter 3: Make your move It was a restless night for Dean, to say the least. He would get up time and again see the phone for time and go back to sleep, which somehow never managed to make the teen slip into itself. Little did he know that the night was equally, if not more, restless for the pair living next to his home. It was morning, well it was still only 6:30. Dean quickly took bath telling himself that he should be ready at the earliest possible time. Today was a changing day for him, a special day, where he would be taking one step towards becoming an adult. The whole night he had been thinking and performing various simulations on how he would enter the neighbouring house, how he would start the conversation and if possible, how he could; on some pretext let the men touch him. He happened to glance over at the window and saw that the car that his neighbours had was not there. They were both at gym and Dean was able to figure that out. "At this point I might even be able to see those hunks getting out of car all drenched in sweat" he thought and giggled at his self- proposed prospect. He took out his binoculars and patiently sat at the window. He didn't wait long though as a car soon came to halt in front of the house. "Yes, that is the way!, appear before me like I want you" he said encouraging the void. He saw the duo walk out. There shirts were all a sweaty mess. He didn't waste time to take in every inch of that morning beauty with his binoculars. He then saw that Keith was looking at his house and then he happened to peek at his window. He quickly darted out of the view. "Fuck, did he saw me?" he questioned as his heart pulsed like crazy. "I am fucked, if he saw me then all my plans for today are gone. What would he be thinking when he saw me looking their way? A weird teen looking at them out of curiosity? Or a boy who couldn't get enough of them?. Fuck me, I should have been more careful" he said in an irritated tone. "Not just today, I would never be able to see them in the eye again. It's over, everything so easily... by my own stupidity, FUCK!!" he said gritting his teeth. But then he thought why Keith was looking at his window?, "Could he be looking for me?" he asked himself. He was confused, well anyone would be. "Could it be that he wanted to see me? Or he just happened to glance?" "But then why would he look particularly at my window?" he said. "I should take this as my cue and go along with my plans. If he was really looking at me, I would know it by today". Although his excitement was slightly dampened by the turn of events, he didn't forsake his plans nonetheless. He rehearsed a mental conversation with Peter and Keith and thought that he was ready. It was 9 and he had had his breakfast. "Time to go" he said to himself as he walked out of his door and gazed at the sweltering sun. Dean thought that Peter might have left for work as he saw that the car outside their house was gone. Although he had played nearly a dozen simulations of how he would enter the house, he was still nervous as he pushed the bell button. ****-----****------****-------****------ "Yeah I saw him, he was looking at us alright!" Keith said to himself. "But he saw me looking at him, I must have scared him" he thought, "Still my gut tells me he will be here before soon" he thought and chuckled. "That reminds me you didn't let me mess you last night" Peter said in a hoarse voice demanding an answer "I told you were not sober", "Besides there is no point in doing it if one doesn't even remember having it, is there?" said Keith as he prepared the breakfast. "At least suck me this morning, my hard on has not gone since last night" Peter said as he sat on couch rubbing his dick. "That will have to wait a bit longer" Keith said in a tantalizing manner. Peter got up and came behind Keith and grabbed him, "How much will you make me wait?" he said as he kissed his neck. "Not until I am done with breakfast, if you want it sooner then come and help me here" said Keith. "I guess we will have to take care of the more important stuff later" Peter said as he began to chop vegetables. "But I guess we won't have time for it until night, as someone might take my whole afternoon" Keith said to himself as he toasted the bacon in the pan. After breakfast, Peter got dressed for his work. "Hey Keith, I can't seem to find my tie and socks, did you put them somewhere?" "I thought I told you yesterday, they are in the cabinet of our bedroom on upper right shelf" "Is that so?" Peter said as he held Keith and gave him a passionate kiss. "At least this will keep me satisfied for a bit" he said and laughed. "You have done it now" Keith said as he held Peter's hands and laid him down on couch. "I have been hard as fuck too, but I don't complain like you about it" he said as he kissed Peter. "You need to have a little more control of yourself, that way you would enjoy more after having been deprived of it" "That.... may be true" said Peter as he gazed at Keith for many moments, "Fuck, look at the time, it is already 8, I need to go" said Peter as he got up and dressed himself. "Pay extra attention to it" said Keith as he stared at the bulge in Peter's pants. "You are the cause of it, it can't be helped if you won't quell it" Peter said and they both laughed. "Here, your socks and tie" said Keith as he gave them to Peter. "Thanks Keith, I love you" said Peter staring at Keith. "You need to go, it is already 8:15" "I will see you in evening!" said Peter as he put on his shoes and hit the car. "What a troublesome fellow!" said Keith as he sighed. "Time to get to my work too" he said as he laid his pencils, and a rough white paper over a big newspaper along with chalk, charcoal, rubber and various other equipment. "It is such a peaceful morning" he said as he sighed, "Now what should I draw for the next comic I wonder" he said as he sat looking at various drafts online on his laptop. "This one, or perhaps this one should be fun". The door-bell suddenly broke his concentration. "I wonder who it is? Or perhaps I know who he is" he said as he smiled and opened the door. A nervous Dean looked at him, "I was wondering if you guys would be in a need of help, to, you know, put your stuff at the right place" "Ahh.. that?, we are almost finished with shifting" said Keith, "but we still have a few items that you can help us with, please come in", he added as he welcomed the teen who entered the house. He closed the door with a sly grin. "Your house is neat Keith" Dean said, "And all these paintings... , did you make them?" he asked as he quickly glanced over the walls. There were many interesting things in this house which captivated the teen's attention. The wall d‚cor for one, it was highly unusual and more of a bombastic type rather than a calm and soothing one. Then there were these small paintings hung over walls. And lastly there was Keith. "Of course I did, you can see my initials at the bottom" "I see", "I didn't know you were into paintings too, you just told that you were a comic artist" "Well, some sort of things you start to do naturally when you have enough time around you" "But these paintings seem a little complicated, I think I might not be able to understand them" "Don't worry, not everyone has an eye for it. It is called art. It is beautiful and exquisite to those who can understand the meaning of strokes that went into making it, while it is equally boring for those who have no sense of it. It is a matter of taste and preference." "Do you like arts?" asked Keith after pausing for a moment. "Well, I haven't seen many, and to be honest I don't really know" said Dean seemingly fascinated to know more "Why don't we run an experiment then?" said Keith "Experiment? What kind ?" "Well, I will let you see some of my paintings, and you have to tell what you see or observe. Of course, I will give you hints along the way, are you in?" "It seems interesting, I am all in!" "Good!, then come here with me" said Keith as he took the teen in the living area. "I will be back shortly" he said as he went upstairs. "That is definitely a surprise for me, he is into paintings? I don't really like them much, but I don't dislike them either. But this room...., it smells so nice and comforting. And it is so neat, it is difficult to imagine that two hunks live here." He thought as he stared into the empty corner of the room. "Well, here they are" said Keith as he came downstairs. "This is all we need to gauge your, well, let us say imagination. Let it soar as high as you want and it will go, and let it dive as deep as you can, just try to feel the intangible, ready?" "Hmmm..." the teen murmured, as he saw the first painting. He kept looking it and found that it was a lady smoking a cigar. "Isn't this supposed to be a lady smoking cigar?" he thought, albeit a bit confused on the shape of it. "Is this a lady smoking cigar?" he said with a certain degree of defiance "Close, but not there yet" Keith said as he moved the other painting up excitedly. "Now think carefully on this one" There was a concave up arc extending throughout the upper region and a silver rain pouring down. In the rain stood a boy with his head held high as he let the rain drench him. "Everything looks straightforward" Dean thought, "But that is what appeared in the first one too, what could be the hidden meaning in this one?" he gazed and pondered. After a while he gave up and said that he didn't know. "You giving up? That is a shame, well I will give you a hint then" Keith said as he took out a painting kept most underneath. It was two apples placed together with a banana between them. "This shouldn't be tough" said Keith smiling. "Wait, is this a dick?" Dean thought. "No matter which way you look at it, it has to be a dick. But should I just barge in and tell him that is what I see, or is there some other meaning in this?" he sat as he looked very tensely. Finding no other alternative, he decided to speak up what he truly felt. "Is this a dick?" he asked quivering, expecting something ominous to happen at any moment. "So he barged straight in without hesitating much? I guess I am starting to like his boldness" Keith said to himself, "Now I wonder what his reaction would be to the next card I am going to play" he said to himself. "That is correct!" Keith said Dean was surprised as he looked at Keith, who looked as if it was a perfectly casual thing to show and talk about. Although he felt a bit awkward at the lewd turn the conversation was beginning to take, but he felt glad deep down. "What are you staring? It is all art you forgot? And it is still just a cock, doesn't every guy has one?" Keith said as he looked down at Dean's pants. Dean felt embarrassed, but he knew he was slowly giving in, and that is what Keith had in mind when playing it all. "He is all embarrassed?, that is cute. I wouldn't have it any other way. I guess this is as far as I should go for today" Keith thought. "Well, that is it for today I guess, I will keep these paintings back" he said as he went upstairs. That was unexpected for Dean, but he had seen all kind of things in his history textbook drawn and sculpted. Naked men, naked women, women showing their tits, so it didn't feel that unnatural. "Besides I guess this is all artwork, I should take it easy" he thought. But he couldn't deny that depravity was soon burying into him, that he liked talking about vile stuff openly, and that he was glad deep down that Keith was the one who made the first move. To be continued And as usual , feel free to motivate me in any way you can at < somerandomguy341@gmail.com >.