Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 18:36:46
From: tim tim <noway16@hotmail.com>
Subject: chapter 18 of coaches assistant

Chapter 18 of Coach's Assistant

Well here it is chapter 18 at last. I know that it has been quite a few
weeks since my last post but I really needed it to make this chapter into
the one I wanted to. I hope you enjoy it also and ofcause I am interesting
in hearing your reactions.

Regarding any implication of knowing about the sexual live of Alexei Nemov
I must declare that this is not based on any true knowledge I have about
him.

Then I want to thank both my editors to make sure that this chapter is more
enjoyable to read for you all.

I just wanted to say that I really liked the story Ambushed which I read on
nifty lately and found a very good story sofar. Ok here we go again with
Francis and Nick.

Ok for now guys enjoy it and let me know what you want me to do further
with it.


Where we left of:

I looked up when I heard someone entering the kitchen.

"You're early, Nick.  Did you not sleep well?"

"Good morning, dad.  No, not so good.  I just thought I would start on
breakfast instead of lying there waiting until it was time to get up."

"Hmmm, I believe this is the first time I've seen you prepare breakfast.
Dinner, yes, that is what I'm used to from you, but breakfast!"

"Well, I'm not going to make this a part of my routine, you can count on
that, too."

"OK.  Well, you'd better make sure everyone is awake if you want them to
eat something before they go.  I will watch the oven."

I saw that he was looking at the table then.  "Hey, didn't you put one
plate too many on the table?"

I looked at him, just not knowing what to say and I felt my face start to
get red.


Ok lets go on with chapter 18:


I quickly went upstairs and knocked on David's door.  When there was no
response, I slowly opened it and looked to see if he was awake.  He was
lying with his face towards the door so I saw that he was still sleeping.
I went to his bed and gently shook him "David, breakfast is ready."

"Mmmm, let me sleep," David murmured sleepily.

"Come on, David, I prepared breakfast and you promised you would be there
this morning."

David opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Are you nervous this morning, Nick?  You haven't made breakfast in a long
time."

"I know, but I just couldn't sleep any longer, so I decided to get up and
start breakfast."

"Is Dad already downstairs?"

"Yes, he is, keeping an eye on the stuff in the oven."

"Oh, you really did go to a lot of trouble this morning, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did, so get up."

I tugged on his arms and when he was half way out of bed, I let go of him
and started towards the door.

"OK, I'll be down in10 minutes."

"Well, the croissants should be ready by then, too."

I closed his door and went up to my bedroom.  I quietly opened the door and
looked at my bed to see if Francis was awake or not.  He was lying on his
back with one arm above the sheets and one underneath.  In his sleep, he
didn't look quite so sad.  He wasn't smiling, but at least he wasn't
distraught, the way he had been last night.

I started to walk towards the bed, my eyes focused on his face, his
beautiful hair, those lovely cheeks, and those lips I could kiss forever.
I wasn't sure if I could wake him up; he looked so peaceful lying there in
bed, and I knew that reality would hit him as soon as he was awake.  I
continued to gaze at him sleeping; then knelt down beside the bed.  I had
decided how I was going to wake him up.

I slowly brought my mouth to his left ear and started to blow into it
gently.  When he didn't respond to that, I placed some light kisses on his
earlobe.  Again there was no reaction.  Instead of just kissing his earlobe
harder, I took it in my mouth and sucked on it.

I looked up to see if there was any response.  Though I thought I saw some
change in his breathing, he still kept his eyes closed.  I wasn't sure if
he was awake or not.

I moved to the side of his head and started to kiss his cheeks, going
slowly towards his nose.  If he wasn't going to respond to gentle prodding,
I was just going to have to be a little bit more aggressive and nip his
nose.

I had almost reached his nose when suddenly, without warning, he turned his
head and, instead of me biting his nose, he kissed me full on my lips.

"Thanks, Nick.  You just reminded me why I came here after what happened
last night."

"I love you, Francis.  You must never forget that."

"I know. Nick."

As he said that, he kissed me again, this time deeper and with even more
passion.

"I'm sorry, Francis, but I'm afraid it's time to get up for breakfast.
Plus, you have to do something about your breath before you kiss me any
more, or I may not enjoy it as much as I want to," I added, teasing.

With a puppy dog look in his eyes, he held my gaze and said, "Just one
more, please?"

"No," I said firmly.  "Breakfast is ready and you have to shower and get
dressed first."

"Oh, please, just one more?"

He continued begging and I knew there was only one way to get him out of
bed.  I stood up and quickly pulled the sheets down. He was completely
surprised by that and he blushed when he saw my eyes travel from his upper
body towards his crotch.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw: he was wearing a pair of quite sexy black
briefs.  But that wasn't what made him embarrassed; there was a little more
bulge than I had seen up to that point in the lockers.  He quickly grabbed
the sheets and pulled them back up to his waist.

"No need to hide anything, Francis.  I wanted to see it and I'm sure I'll
see a lot more of it in the future."

"I know, but you just caught me by surprise there and what with the kisses
and all .  well.."

"What do you think happened to me?" I asked as I pointed at my crotch.
"You thought I wouldn't get excited when you kissed me?"

"OK, get out of here so I can go to the bathroom.  I'll be down in 5 or 10
minutes."

"If you want warm croissants, you'd better hurry or David will have eaten
them all."

"He's already downstairs, Nick?"

"Well, he should be in a few minutes, so we can face Dad together."

"OK, that's good.  I'll hurry and be down as soon as possible."

I went back downstairs.  I knew we had to face Dad soon and give him some
explanation.  I wasn't sure yet how he would react.  I went into the
kitchen and checked to see whether Dad had arrived.  He was sitting at the
table and it looked like he had just got the croissants out of the oven.

"The croissants are ready, so I hope you were able to rouse the others.
Though I am not sure Alexei will appreciate you waking him up."

"Well, I didn't even try, Dad.  I just let him sleep."

I was waiting for the obvious question that was going to follow.

"So why did you put an extra plate on the table then?"

"Well, I had someone sleep over last night and .."

"You did what???  I thought we agreed last time that you'd tell me in
advance, Nick. You know if something happens at night that I want to know
who is in the house.  I expected you to learn that lesson last time."

"I'm sorry, Dad, but there was no way I could tell you. You were already
sound asleep when he came over and I thought it better not to wake you up.
Besides, David was with us and knew there was someone staying over."

"Well, then it isn't so bad, but I wouldn't have minded if you'd woke me
up.
  I did some reading before I went to sleep last night."

"I know, but it was quite late when he came over."

"Before we get into this, Nick, who are we talking about?  Who slept over
and will he be joining us for breakfast?"

"Well, um . Francis did, Dad.  But can't we wait until he and David come
downstairs to discuss this?  I asked David what to do and he said it would
be better to tell you in the morning."

"OK, I'd appreciate it if Francis could call before he imposes on us like
that in the future."

"I understand, Dad, but it just wasn't possible this time.  Otherwise he
would have."

"Hmm, let me guess: has this got something to do with the way his parents
reacted when you had dinner with Alexei?"

I thought about what I should say to that.  I was trying to stall a bit in
the hopes that both David and Francis would come down so we could discuss
this together.

"I guess it is, but please, can we wait a moment until David and Francis
get down here?"

Dad didn't say any more at that point and just started eating his
croissant, waiting for the others to come down.  He looked at me from time
to time and I was really glad when I heard them coming down together.

"So Francis, I hope you slept well?"

"Yes, thank you, sir."

"And you, David?"

"I did too, Dad."

"Next time you know you must wake me up and tell me that someone is
sleeping over, David.  You know the rules about this.  I am disappointed in
you and Nick not telling me."

"But Dad .."

"No 'but Dads' David.  We'll discuss it this evening.  I am not going to
bend on this one.  I have to know who is in the house just in case there is
an emergency.  I don't want to have to be the person to tell Francis's
parents that their son died in a fire because I didn't know he was there.
And as for you Francis .."

My dad was on his "safety" speech and I just hoped he wouldn't scare
Francis too much.  I was not sure what Francis could handle at that moment.
I had already seen that he was upset by the tone my father had adopted.

"As for you, Francis, next time call the evening before.  This is the
second time you've done this and I'm not so happy about it."

I saw how all the colour left Francis's face, and some tears started to
form in his eyes.  Francis looked at me for support.  I looked again at
David because I couldn't say a word; I only wanted to get up and take
Francis in my arms to comfort him.

"That is not fair, Dad," David started.  "Francis couldn't help it this
time."

My Dad looked at me and then at David again before turning towards Francis.
He must have seen how pale Francis was and the tears that were starting to
form.

"I'm not mad at you, Francis, but I just don't like the idea of someone
sleeping over without me knowing it.  That's all."

'Dad, please, let it be," I said.

But Dad wanted more.  He saw the concern on my face and he looked at
Francis again.

"Why didn't you call first, Francis?"

I looked at Francis and I knew he just wanted to flee.  This was all going
to be just too much.

"Francis, please tell me why you didn't call."  A little concern slipped
into my Dad's voice.

I stood up and walked over to Francis.  I stood behind him and rested my
hands on his shoulders to let him know I was there.

"Would you have preferred that Francis sleep outside, Dad?" I answered on
Francis's behalf.

"Why should he spend the night outside?  He could have gone ..  Oh no,
you're having a fight with your parents?"

Francis just nodded.

"You wouldn't have wanted him to spend the night outside, Dad, so we though
it would be better if he slept in Nick's room."

"Now I kind of understand, but you two could have got me up."

"We know that, but it was really late and we saw no point in waking you
up."

"Do your parents know where you are, Francis?"

"No, Dad, they don't know and they don't need to know either," I said.

"Well, they must be worried about you, so we'd better call them now."

"No, Dad, that is not a good idea, believe me.  Maybe later, but not now,"
David answered this time before I could argue.

I still had my hands on Francis' shoulders and I felt him shaking with
nervousness, afraid he might have to call his parents in order to stay.

My Dad looked at Francis and asked, "Whatever happened, Francis?  They'll
be worried about you and want to know where you are.  They still love you,
never forgot that."

Just hearing those words, an echo of what we had said to each other
upstairs, made me look at Francis to see how he would respond.  But his
gaze was locked onto my Dad and then, without warning, he turned his head
around, buried his face against me and started to cry.

My Dad looked at me and then from me to David.  "Sorry, Francis, I didn't
mean to upset you.  You are welcome in this house, as you know, so don't
worry about it.  You can stay until you've worked things out with your
parents."

I looked at David, hoping he wouldn't say any more because I wasn't sure
whether Francis or even I could handle it.

"Thanks, Dad," David answered for us.  "Maybe we can try to finish
breakfast now, go to school and talk about it later tonight.  Is that OK by
you, Nick?"

"Yes, David, that strikes me as a good idea."

"Well, if Francis is not up to talking at the moment . and I don't think he
is . we'll sit down tonight and talk about it."

Francis slowly turned towards my Dad with tears running down his face.
"Thank you, sir.  I would like that . I just can't talk about it at the
moment."

"Don't worry about it, Francis.  We can discuss it later and you must know
that if I can do something to help you and your parents, I will."

"Thanks, Dad," I said, feeling quite relieved.

"Do you think you are up to going to school today, Francis?  I can see that
whatever happened took a lot out of you.  If you want, you can stay here
today and if Nick or David wants to keep you company that is fine by me,
too.  I will make sure that your other teachers know and they can give me
your homework assignments."

"You mean, I can stay home, too?" I asked.

"Yes, Nick, to keep Francis company.  I think he could use that."

I wasn't sure what Dad meant because when he said that either of us could
stay home, he looked at David first, as if he thought that he was the one
who should stay with Francis.

"Thanks, Dad.  We can do some studying together."

"Fine, Nick, as long as you also prepare dinner.  We'll have more time to
discuss what we can do to get Francis back home.  Do you want me to call
them today, Francis?"

"No, sir, please don't tell them that I am here.  Please don't call them."

"OK, we'll discuss things tonight.  Well, let's just enjoy this nice
breakfast because it's been a long time since Nick went to this much
effort."

Dad was smiling as he said that.

We started to eat breakfast and we chatted about gymnastics and other
subjects, but nothing more was said about Francis and his plight.  I
returned to my place and saw Francis smile at me.  My defenses started to
melt and I knew I had to look the other way or else I wouldn't be able to
eat one more bite.

I liked the idea of spending the whole day with Francis.  I knew that
Alexei might also be around, but I knew that I had to help Francis prepare
for tonight.

"I'm going to take a shower, if that's alright?"

I knew that Francis had already showered, so I wasn't sure why he said
that.
  I could only think that he wanted to get away from the table.

"You know where to find it," Dad replied.  "I'll be going soon but if
there's anything you need today, just call me, OK?"

"Yes, Dad, we will."

Francis and Dad left the room.  David and I stayed behind, just as I
wanted.

"Thanks, David, for your support.  We really needed it."

"Well, you did pretty well yourself, Nick, though if you don't want Dad to
know that you two are a couple, you'd better be careful because it was
quite obvious to me this morning."

"Thanks, David, but I think I might just tell him tonight.  I don't want to
lie to him and I know I can't pretend if Francis is going to be around."

"No, you can't continue to hide, that's for sure.  Will you be OK today?''

"Yep, we will, and if we run into any problems, Alexei is always here to
talk with and help us out."

"OK, then take care and I'll see you two tonight."

"You'll be here to support us?"

"Sure, I have nothing planned, so I'll be here, just like I was this
morning."

"I know, David, and I appreciate your support a lot."

"Well, that is what brothers do."

I walked upstairs to join Francis.  First I checked the shower, but I heard
no water running, so I walked straight to my room.  I opened the door and
saw that he was lying on the bed with his back towards the door. He was in
a fetal position, sobbing, and I knew he was in pain.  I slowly moved
towards the bed and sat down on it.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and, when I touched him, he shook just a
little bit more.  Then he turned around and, as I started to say something,
he cried even harder and laid his head on my lap.  I started to comfort him
by running my fingers through his hair.  We stayed like that for a while.
I tried to calm him down by saying that everything was going to be all
right.

It took him a while to stop crying, then suddenly he looked up and said,
"I'll be out of here before your Dad comes home, so you won't have to
explain everything to him."

"What!!!  No, Francis, we're going to see this through together.  David
will be here, too, and you've got nothing to be afraid of."

Our eyes stayed locked together.

"Are you sure. Nick?  Because when we tell your Dad what happened, we'll
have to tell him everything.  Just saying that I had a fight with my
parents won't be enough.  I noticed how he reacted this morning.  If we try
to tell less than the full story, he'll just try to contact them and then
he will find out the whole story for sure."

"I know, Francis, but if that is what it takes, we'll do it."

"Thanks, Nick."  And with that, he kissed me on the lips.  Slowly I opened
my mouth and his tongue slid inside and oh so gently we started to explore
more and more of each other.  It was like dancing to slow music.

When we stopped to catch our breath, he looked at me and continued our
conversation.  "You know that if he puts one and one together, he'll know
that we are a couple. The way you intervened this morning will have made
him suspicious, too."

"I know.  David told me the same thing just a minute ago.  He said that, if
you were going to be around, I had to be careful and he didn't think I
could keep up the charade that we were just friends."

"So, are you ready to tell him everything?"

"Yes, I think I am and I trust my Father to be pretty sensible about it.
I'm not afraid of a reaction like the one from your parents."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I am quite sure, Francis.  I would be greatly disappointed if we got
a negative response.  He might be shocked by it, yes, but he won't let us
down.  But we don't have to deal with that now, we'll have the whole day
ahead of us to decide how we'll tell him."

"OK, I'm glad I'm here, and you and David have been such good friends,
Nick.
  I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me.  So, what do you
want us to do now, some studying?"

"Hmm, no, I don't think so.  I was up early and I could still use some
rest, so why don't we just lay down on the bed and enjoy each other's
company?"

Francis lay down on the bed and I placed myself very close to him. The bed
was too narrow for us not to be close.  We just lay there for a while and
then suddenly we turned our heads towards each other at the same time.  Our
eyes locked again and I felt my cock stiffen.  Those lovely deep blue eyes
were just too much.  I gently put my hand on the back of his head and ran
my fingers through his hair.  Then I pulled his head a little closer to me.
I opened my mouth and slowly touched his lips and started to suck on the
upper one.  I let go and he opened his mouth.  We started to kiss very
deeply and emotionally.  I don't think I had ever been this close to
Francis before.  Feelings of protection and worry came together with the
true love I felt for him.

I was sure then that I wanted more from him this time, though I was not
sure if Francis wanted the same.  I didn't want to take advantage of his
situation, of the troubled feelings he had.  Then I felt Francis's hand on
mine and he slowly pulled it down towards his crotch.  I moved away from
his lips and looked into his eyes.

"Are you sure, Francis?" I asked in a very soft voice.

"Yes, Nick, I want you to feel it, to touch it, to rub it . please."

He let go of my hand but I needed no more incentive.  I slowly started to
rub his crotch through his pants.  I could feel exactly where his cock was;
even feel his blood pumping through it.  I could feel it harden under my
hand.

Francis moaned and I slowly pulled his zipper open.  I slipped my hand
inside to feel once more his beautiful organ.  I knew then that I wanted to
touch his bare skin.  I pulled his jeans down so I could see the outline of
a very hard and thick cock lying within his white Calvin Klein underwear.

I rubbed his cock now through his underwear, sometimes squeezing it a
little bit.  When I did that, Francis's moans were louder.  "Oh, Nick
. yes, please, touch it.  Your hand feels so wonderful . go on, touch it,
and squeeze it."

I looked at his face and saw that Francis had his eyes closed.  He was
really enjoying this.  I started to pull his underwear down.  First, the
head of his cock popped out.  It was nicely coloured, just a little pink,
not too red, and the skin was pulled back over his dick.  His dick head was
large and hard.  I slowly pulled the underwear further down.  My god, what
a huge cock!  I never thought that someone could have such a thick cock, at
least not someone of Francis's age.  He moaned more as I pulled his
underwear down his legs.  His balls, well shaped and just around the same
size as mine, came into view.  I pulled the underwear down a little more as
Francis said, "Be careful, I'm almost there."

"I know, Francis, I can see."

With one hand, I took his balls and slowly rolled them in my hand.  With my
other hand, I took his cock and grasped its thickness.  The feeling of my
hand on his cock was just too much; my dick started to spasm and I felt
mycum spurt into my underwear.

Francis must have noticed it because he said, "You must like what you
feel," interrupted by a deep moan as I slowly rubbed his dick again.  When
I pulled on it a couple of times, that was enough: spurts of cum landed on
his T-shirt.  I looked surprised at the amount of cum that launched across
his chest.  The first gushes reached almost to his chin, and the next six
or seven landed on his chest and stomach before the last drops dribbled
into his crotch hair.

I kept looking at his chest until I felt my head nudged and Francis started
to kiss me.  That took a while and, when we finished, Francis said, "Thank
you, Nick.  That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had, much more
pleasant then the recent jacking jobs I had to do myself."

I just smiled and said, "Glad I could give you a hand."

He started to laugh at that and he kissed me again.  I felt his hand brush
over my crotch and he must have felt the wet spot because, as he finished
the kiss, he looked down and said, "It looks like I'm not the only one who
enjoyed himself."

I softly said, "No, I liked it too, Francis, touching your cock, feeling
the skin, it was all so great.  It felt as if I could feel the blood going
in and out of it.  It was as hard as muscles can get when you work out for
a long time."

"Well, if you want me to return the favour .," and he gently started to
open my zipper.

I waited for a second but then decided I didn't want this right now.  I put
my hand on his to stop him.  He looked at me and I saw a little bit of
disappointment on his face.

"Of course, I want it, Francis.  There is nothing I would like to
experience more.  But I am already on a complete high because of the
feelings of having your cock in my hands and playing with your balls.
Besides, I already had an orgasm about the time you did I want to enjoy it
when you touch me and I am not sure I could feel any better than I do right
now.  Maybe later.  "OK," he said but he didn't sound completely convinced.

"I mean it, Francis.  You'll see and feel me soon, but not right now."  I
smiled at him and then kissed him again.

We started another lip and tongue dance and I knew I would have to stop
soon or I wouldn't be able to breathe any more.

We laid down on the bed for a few hours, I think just enjoying each other's
presence; sometimes kissing but most of the time just resting in each
other's arms.  I think my mind wandered as often as Francis' did towards
the coming evening.

At one point, I heard the door of the bathroom so I knew that Alexei was
awake and out of bed.

I knew we had to get up, too.  I had to do some homework and I was sure
that Francis had some to do as well, but it was just so nice lying beside
each other.

But in the end, we got up and did some homework and listened to some music.
Alexei must have left the house because I didn't hear him any more and I
expected him to come to my room if he heard the music.

For lunch we went down to the kitchen.  We had some pancakes and just
talked about school and the gymnastics team.  Francis asked about my
relatives and where they all were.

Then suddenly we heard the key in the back door and Alexei walked in.
"Hey, what are you two doing home so early?"

"Early, Alexei?  We didn't go to school at all."

"You know, I'll have to tell your Dad because he'll find out any way."

"He already knows.  As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it."

A look of surprise crossed Alexei's face.  "Why?" he asked.

I looked at Francis and he nodded, giving me permission to tell Alexei the
whole story.  So I told Alexei what had happened.  I didn't hold back
anything, not even the way his parents had put him out of the house.

"Oh, no!  They didn't!  I am so sorry, Francis."

He had walked over to Francis and started to hug him.  Francis's eyes
started to tear up.

"So, what did your Dad say about it?"

"He only knows that Francis had a fight with his parents, not what happened
afterwards.  He hasn't seen the suitcase yet."

"Are you going to tell him what happened?"

"Yes, tonight.  He wanted to hear more this morning, but we said that we
should wait until tonight for him to hear the full story."

Alexei had kept his eye on Francis throughout this discussion, but he
turned towards me and said, "Are you going to tell him that you're gay,
too?"

"I'm not sure yet, but he's going to figure it out soon, Alexei.  He'll
soon put it all together, I think.  We've spent quite a lot of time
together lately, so I think it's not too hard to figure out.  And David
told me I'd never be able to keep up the charade of us just being friends
if Francis was here all the time.  I'm afraid he's right about that."

"Ah, how do you expect your Dad to react if you tell him everything, Nick?
Do you want me to be around, too?"

"I'm not sure.  I think he might be shocked at first, but I don't expect an
especially negative response.  If you are going to be around later tonight,
great, but David will also be here.  I don't want my dad to think that he
is the last person on earth I am telling all this to.  So I think I'd
prefer it if you could be there later to talk with him if he needs that."

"OK, I can do that, no problem."

He stopped for a moment, thinking about something.  Then he started to
stammer and he blushed.

"I guess I'd better tell you because you're going to be around this
afternoon so you'll find out anyway.  James is coming to visit me in about
30 minutes.  I hope you have no problem with that."

"No, of course not.  I like James and you do whatever you want to do.
We'll try not to be in your way."

"Hey, it sounds as if you think we're getting together to do important
stuff, Nick.  We just wanted to spend the afternoon together, maybe
watching a movie or something."

"OK, sorry, I presumed too much," I said, blushing at my assumption that
something was going on.

"Would you mind if we joined you, Alexei?" Francis asked.

"No, of course I wouldn't mind.  I'm not sure if James will, but I don't
think so."

"OK, do you want something for lunch, or can I clean up?"

"No, I've already had something to eat, so you can go ahead.  I'll pick out
a movie to watch."

We quickly got the dishes done and walked into the living room.  Though we
hadn't heard him arrive, James was already there, and it looked as if
Alexei had already told him that we were there because he didn't seemed too
surprised.

"Glad you're joining us, although I believe the reason why is not a good
one," said James.  And with that, he walked over to Francis and gave him a
big hug.

"OK, that is enough hugging for today . let go, Francis."

They were a little surprised by my tone of voice, and I knew that what I
said came out a little bit harsher than I had intended.  So I tried to
adopt a more laughing tone saying, "There is only one guy who is allowed to
hug you like that, and that's me."  I had walked towards Francis and pulled
him towards me in a strong embrace. Then I knew what I had to say, and
softly I whispered in his ears, "I love you, Francis."  I felt him grip me
tighter, as if he wanted me to know that he'd heard what I said.

We sat down on the couch and started to watch the movie.  It wasn't a great
one but not a bad one, either.  I saw that Francis was still distracted
because most of the time his gaze was off somewhere else in the room and
not on to the television.

Alexei must have seen it too, because he said,"Not the best of choices, you
think?"  "No, I believe David bought it but regretted the purchase later."

"So, do you want to do something else?"  I looked at Francis who answered,
"Yes, that's fine by me."  But it was said with very little
enthusiastic. "OK, what do you guys think about us playing some cards?"
Alexei suggested.  "Yes, I like to play cards," James said.  "Good idea."
"Fine by me," I said.

I got out the cards and we started to play some poker, but as anyone knows,
playing poker without any stakes is not much fun.  I said, "Not playing for
anything isn't much fun."


"You're right," James said, "but I don't have any money with me."  A ghost
of a smile passed Alexei's lips.  "We could play with our clothes as the
stakes."  I looked at Francis and then at James.  They both nodded, leaving
me to respond."  "That could be fun, Alexei."  "Have any of you played this
way before?"  We all said no, and so Alexei explained the rules and we
started to play.

I'm not going to tell you in detail how the game went, but I can say one
thing: Alexei had played a lot of poker before, as he admitted afterwards.
So, we all lost a few hands and Alexei won most of them.  After 30 minutes
of play, I still had on my trousers and underwear and so did James.
Francis had done a little better and also retained his T-shirt.  I knew I
was close to being down to my underwear.

What was kind of strange was that, even though I had seen all of them in
their underwear or even without, I felt excited and kind of strange.  I
wanted to lose and have to take my trousers off.

And you can guess what happened: I lost the next hand and had to take off
my pants.  Francis started to applaud and had a big smile on his face.  I
realised then that this had been a very good distraction from all his
problems.

I slowly stood up and started to unzip my pants.  James and Alexei started
to cheer me on as I slowly, almost teasingly, lowered my pants.  But when I
got out of them, I sat down as quickly as I could.  I was semi-hard and was
getting a little embarrassed by the fact.  "I want to see more," Francis
said, "but I can wait until later."  They all laughed at that comment.  I
just smiled and started to deal the cards for the next hand.  Francis lost
that round and took off his T-shirt.  Then James lost and also removed his
pants.
  I smiled at him, letting him know that I appreciated what lay hidden in
his trousers.  I saw that Alexei was staring hard at James with a big smile
on his face.

James also sat down as quickly as he could and started to deal the next
round.  I lost again and Alexei said, "Well, maybe we have gone far enough.
Maybe we should quit.  I'm not sure if you guys are up to another round."
"Well, we can think of something else," Francis said.  "We can stop now and
let the two who have lost almost everything do something else to please us
in private."

"Hmmm, where you are going with this, Francis?" Alexei asked. I looked at
James and he looked at me.  "As long as we can have some fun, too, I think
we might be able to continue.  What do you think, James?" I asked.  "Hmmm,
that might be a good idea.  I think I like this direction," James answered.
'I think if you want to go any further, we should go upstairs," Francis
said.

I knew what was going to happen because Francis had told me something
earlier that day.  I got hard from that thought.  I stood up and walked
towards the door.  "Well, you seem to be ready for it," Alexei added with a
smile on his face.  "I am really looking forward to it, Alexei," I replied.

When we entered my bedroom, Francis turned me around and started to kiss
me.
  "You know what I want, don't you?"  "Yes, I know, Francis."  He started
to rub my bare chest with his hands.  Slowly he moved from one nipple to
the other and then back again.  The other hand was on my back and slowly
moving lower. It felt like a bolt of lightning hit my spine as Francis
pulled my underwear down and started to stroke my ass in slow, gentle
circles.

Then he released my nipples and his hands wandered down to the front of my
underwear.  Just before he touched my bulge, I started to tremble.

"You'd better go lie down on the bed, Nick.  I want you to enjoy this as
much as possible."

I laid down on the bed.  Francis got down beside me, sitting in the middle
of the bed. He turned me slightly sideways so he could continue to work
both sides of me with his hands.

This time he laid his hand on my crotch and I felt gallons of blood rush
into my cock, which got very hard very quickly, quicker than I had ever
gotten hard before.

After he rubbed my bulge a few times, he slid my underwear off and examined
me carefully.  I closed my eyes and felt like this was one of my dreams.

I'm not sure I remembered much of the next few minutes, but I know that the
intensity of the feelings rushing through my body was more than I'd ever
felt before.  I could hardly believe that there could be more than this.

I started to hump Francis's fist, which he had put around my shaft.  That
must have been the signal for Francis because he quickly picked up the pace
and started to stroke it heavily.

When he touched my asshole with his other hand, that was enough to put me
over the edge.  My legs gave way and streams of cum erupted from my cock.
I shot further than I ever remember shooting.  I came and came.  But as my
orgasm ebbed, the emotional high also fell.

I am sure I laid silent and unmoving for a few minutes until, suddenly, I
felt Francis putting his lips on mine.

"Hmmm, you liked that, didn't you?"

"Oh, god, Francis, I love you so much.  It was so wonderful."

"I thought so, but I just wanted to hear it from you."

We kept kissing for a while.  I felt Francis's crotch against my leg and I
wanted to touch it.

"No, this was for you.  I can wait until next time, Nick."

"Well, it doesn't feel like that, Francis," I said with a grin.

"You'd better clean up so we can do some homework before the afternoon ends
and we need to start supper."

"You're not changing the subject, are you, Francis?"

"Come on, Nick, get into the shower, boy."

"Hmmm, now you sound just like my father."

"Oh, god, I love you so much, Nick."  And with that he put his lips back on
mine and we started to do a little more of the lip dance we'd perfected
this morning.

After a while I pushed him up, smiled at him and went and had a shower.

When I was finished, we just worked at my desk, our bodies a little bit
apart from each other so we could do some studying.

We continued with that until it was 5 p.m.  Then we went downstairs.  I
noticed that Francis became increasingly quieter.

"Don't worry, Francis.  It will all be all right.  I know my Dad . he won't
kick us out onto the street."  I walked over to him and, when I got behind
him, I hugged him from the back to let him know I was always going to be
there for him.

"I know, Nick.  But after last night, I'm not sure how anyone is going to
react to it.  I know one thing: I can't handle another reaction like the
one from my parents."

"Well, he won't respond that way . and if he does, David is going to be
there and Alexei will be upstairs, so help will be available."

"I know, but knowing something and feeling it are two different things.
Are you sure, Nick, that you want to come out to your Dad tonight, too?"

"I don't want to continue lying to him, Francis.  I'm sure that he'll
notice soon enough because I don't think we will be keep our hands or our
eyes off each other to prevent suspicion."

"Oh, I know.  Well, we'll just have to wait and see how things go.  Let's
start dinner."

We had worked for 45 minutes and everything was nearly ready when we heard
the front door open and we heard voices in the hallway.

At first, I didn't realise what was happening, but Francis walked towards
me and placed himself behind me.  I immediately rubbed his shoulder and
gave him a gentle smile before my Dad and David entered the kitchen.

"So, how was your day, boys?  Are you feeling any better, Francis?"

Dad must have had a good day because he was in a really good mood.  I saw
that David had a big smile on his face, too.

"We're fine.  We got some more sleep and we did some homework."

"Ahhhh, perfect.  Did anyone see Alexei?  We missed him at training.  He
missed a lot, I would say."

We hadn't thought about Alexei and James after we went to my bedroom.  I
wasn't sure if I'd heard them leaving the house, so they could have been
upstairs still in the guest bedroom.

"I haven't seen him for the last three hours, Dad.  Maybe you could go take
a look, Francis, to see if he's in his room?"

By the look on his face, I knew that Francis understood what I wanted him
to do.  I also knew what I was afraid of.  He disappeared upstairs.

"How is he really, Nick?  He surprised me this morning.  I'm sorry the way
I talked to him this morning . that must have given him another shock."

"I think he's just trying to get through the day without thinking too much
about it, Dad.  We talked about it and he's still not too sure about
telling you everything, but I think he knows he has to and that he can
trust you with it."

"OK, well first we'll have dinner and then we can meet in the living room
so you can explain what happened and what we can do about it."

Dad went upstairs to freshen up.  I looked at David and said, "You two seem
to be very happy tonight.  Anything I should know?"

"Let's just say that I made sure he'd be in a good mood for the things you
have to tell him tonight."

"How did you do that, David?"

"Practice went very well.  Both Mike and I did the entire new routine
without any mistakes on four of the six apparatus."

"Well, congratulations!  That's really a big improvement . no wonder he was
in a good mood."

"To make things even better, I told him I'd like it if he'd prepare dinner
on Sunday so that I could ask Kathy to come over to join us."

"Hmmm, things are really getting serious between you two, aren't they?"

"Yes, we talked about it and Kathy liked the idea of getting to know you
two a little better.  We'll be going for dinner the following Sunday to her
place."

"How did Dad react to that news?"

"He was very excited and said that Kathy was a really lovely girl and that
he would love to cook something special for her."

"Well, I'm glad for you, David.  I hope we'll still be here on Sunday to
join you."

"I think you will, Nick . don't worry about it.  He'll perhaps be a little
shocked, but he will accept it."

"Thanks, David.  I know it's not what you want to hear, but I really
appreciate you being here for me."

"I'm glad you confided in me, Nick.  I'm your brother and sometimes in the
past I was afraid that we would become two complete strangers instead of
brothers."

"I know, David.  I felt that way, too, sometimes."  I walked over to him
and we hugged each other.

We were still hugging when Dad came back into the room.  He looked a little
bit surprised, I guess, but he didn't say anything about it.

"If you want it, the shower is free, David."

"Thanks, Dad."

David went upstairs as Francis returned to the kitchen.

"I found Alexei; he was sleeping.  He'll be down in a couple of minutes or
so."

"Ah, that is why he missed the training session.  I'll ask him if he wants
to give an extra one on Saturday morning instead."

I tried to tell from the look on Francis's face whether James was still up
there, or whether he had just left, but all I could gather was that James
had already left our house.

We completed dinner preparations while Dad read the evening paper at the
table. David and Alexei joined us just before we started.  Most of the time
we ate in silence, as if no one wanted to say anything, which would be
trival in comparison with the conversation we'd be having after dinner.
Dad asked Alexei if he would give another training session, which he agreed
to immediately.  He was pleased to hear that Mike and David had done so
well but wondered whether this was just a fluke or if they could repeat it
again tomorrow.

When dinner was finished, I started to clean up and Alexei said that he was
going upstairs so we could talk in private.  Dad looked surprised at that,
but Alexei said, "Nick had to explain to me why he was home with Francis;
otherwise, I would have brought them to school this morning."

"Yes, they just could have been skipping school today," Dad agreed.

"Thanks, Alexei," I yelled after him as he left the room.

"OK, if you clean here up, David and I will be waiting for you in the
living room."

We finished up as quickly as we could, though I thought that Francis tried
to stall a bit.

"Are you are ready for this, Francis?"

"Maybe I should ask you the same question, Nick."

"I'm fine.  Don't worry but I just wanted to be sure that you're ready to
tell Dad the whole story.  You know you have to tell him what they did at
the end or he will insist on calling your parents."

"I know . that part became clear to me today.  But I think I'll be able to
do it if you and David are there."

"I'll be at your side all the way, Francis . don't worry about it."

We walked into the living room.  Dad and David had chosen the two
armchairs, leaving the couch in between them for us.

We sat down and looked at them.

"So, can you tell me what happened, Francis?  Don't worry .  I won't do
anything as long as you're honest and treated your parents with respect."

Francis looked towards me and took a deep breath.

"Well, coach, I'm not sure where to start.  I think I have to tell you why
we moved over here at the beginning of the new school year."

"That's a good place to start . and I won't interrupt.  We can deal with
any questions I might have later."

"Thanks . that will be fine.  OK, well .."

Readers will know the story Francis told Dad.  He explained everything: his
former sexual experience, seeing the shrink, starting all over here . and
then he started to say that he had fallen in love again here and that his
parents had become suspicious.  He tried to explain the need for the phone
calls Dad had to make when he slept over and when he had been invited to
dinner the other night.

Dad listened carefully without saying a word.  I could see that he had a
lot of questions, but he let Francis go on.  He looked at David often and
sometimes he looked at me, but most of the times e focused his attention on
Francis.

When Francis came to the things that had happened the night before, he
started to cry and David went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water.

"Take it easy, Francis.  And if you don't want to continue, then we can go
on tomorrow if you prefer."

"No, sir, I want to finish this.  I'm not sure if I could start over
again."

Francis's breathing returned to normal and he explained what had happened
last night.  Dad looked puzzled when Francis told how I had found him
outside on the terrace.

"So, that is why I didn't call before, sir.  I didn't know where I was
going to go."

Instead of saying anything, Dad just walked over to Francis, pulled him
upright and started to hug him.  "You can stay as long as you want,
Francis.  There is no problem with that.  Alexei is leaving soon and you
can use the guest room from Sunday evening on.  Until then, you can sleep
on the couch if you wish."

"Thanks, sir.  I wasn't sure how you would react after my talk with my
parents yesterday.  Although David and Nick told me that you would be
supportive."

"To be honest, Francis, I am kind of surprised by what has happened.  I
know that there is no justification for a parent to do the things yours
did.  No matter what you do or who you are, you are still their son."

"Not in their eyes," he answered.

"But I still have a few more questions which I hope you're willing to
answer."

"Yes, if I can, I will."

Until then David and I had just been present for support.  Dad had looked
at us a few times but asked us nothing.  Dad started to ask all kind of
questions about the shrink and other stuff.  He and Francis talked for
about 20 minutes, seemingly unaware that we were even in the room.

"OK, Francis, that's enough for now.  Can you make us a cup of coffee,
please?  I think you know where everything is in the kitchen?"

"Yes, sir, I know."  He looked at me before walking into the kitchen.

I started to get up to help him when Dad said, "Stay just a moment, Nick.
I didn't ask him to do that so you could join him but to make sure I had
you two here for a moment without him."

"Oh," I said.

"I just wanted to tell you that I am proud of what you two did for Francis.
I know that took a lot of courage to take a stand against normal social
standards.  I'm glad you acted the way I thought I raised you."

"Thanks, Dad," we both said at the same time.

"You must know that I can't keep this secret from school.  I'll have to
give them a new address for Francis and I will have to call his parents at
some point to tell them where their son is."

"Do you have to tell the whole story at school, Dad?" David said.  "I'm not
sure if Francis is ready for that."

"Well, I'll have to tell a few people the whole story because otherwise
they will want me to call his parents.  But for the rest, I think we'll
just say that he had a quarrel with his parents without telling them the
reason."

"Hmmm, I do think that would be best."

"Please don't call his parents without him knowing it, Dad.  I think we'll
have to be honest with him about that."

"I know, Nick, and I won't do anything without telling him first."

Before anything more could be said, Francis walked back into the living
room with four cups of coffee.  He put them on the table and looked over
towards me before he looked at Dad.

"I was wondering what I should say to you when I came back into the living
room, but I know that all I can say is 'Thank you'."

"Well, there is still one question on my mind, but if you don't want to
tell me, then you don't have to because it is none of my business."

"If I can, I will answer it, sir'.

"You said all of this happened here because you fell in love again.  May I
know who that is and if that love has been reciprocated?"

Francis looked at David, then at Dad, and then towards me.

"If you don't want to say, you don't have to tell me, Francis but if it is
someone at school or on the gymnastics team, then maybe I should know."

"Well, I'm not sure if I can tell you, sir.  I'll have to ask him if he
minds me telling you."

"OK, I can see why you need to do that.  Just let me know when you have
asked."

David and Francis had both turned towards me.  I knew that this was the
time to bring it up.  Francis had made a perfect opening for me to tell
Dad, and his reactions so far had been positive.  But somehow I just
couldn't do it there and then.  I took the cup in my hand and took a sip
from it.

Dad wasn't suspicious about what was going on among the three of us because
he said, "Has David told you the good news already?"

"Ah .," I started to say.

"Yes, he is officially engaged to Kathy as of this week.  She'll come to
dinner at our place on Sunday."

"Oh, stop, Dad," David interrupted.  "Engaged is maybe a little too much to
say at this moment . let's just say that we're going steady and we might be
engaged in the future."

"OK, whatever, but I never realised that this was moving alsong so quickly.
I wasn't ready to think of you two married and having grandchildren.
Little Davids and Nicks running around."

At that moment, I believe my skin lost all colour.  I could never tell him
what I wanted to this evening, not after hearing his last sentence.  No way
could I have told him tonight after what he said.  I felt tears welling up
in my eyes and I decided to retreat to the kitchen as quickly as I could.

"I need more sugar for my coffee," I said as I darted into the kitchen.

"Do you need any help?" Francis yelled, because he'd seen my reaction.

"Let me, Francis.  I'll be right back with him."  David left the living
room and joined me in the kitchen.

"Come on, Nick.  He didn't mean that the way it sounded.  Anyway, you know
he has no reason to think that you're not going to provide him with
grandchildren some day."

"I know, David, but there's no way I can disappoint him with the news
tonight.  I'm just too afraid of his reaction."

"Come on, Nick.  You have to tell him.  You don't want to worry all the
time that he'll discover you two kissing or even more."

"I know.  I don't want that to happen, David.  I don't want him to find out
that way but I am just not sure I could tell him tonight."

"I'm here for you, so don't worry too much about it.  Our presence will
temper his reaction, I'm sure, and I'm also sure that Francis doesn't want
to hide who his lover is either."

"OK, give me a minute to catch my breath before we go back in."

Meanwhile, in the living room, Dad was asking Francis, "What was that all
about?  Something I said?"

"I'm not sure, sir.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Nick
was ill last week?"

"Well, I hope David can sort him out.  I'm really glad they're getting
along so well.  I found them hugging in the kitchen when I came down from
my shower this afternoon."

"It's good to have a brother you can talk to.  Maybe if I had one, things
would have been different."

"I'm sure everything will work out fine for you, Francis.  You're a nice
lad, bright, with lots of friends like David and Nick to hang around with."

"I know.  They mean a lot to me at the moment, almost like the brothers I
never had."

I heard only that last line as we walked back into the living room.  Dad
looked at David then back to me.  "Are you OK, Nick?"

"Sure, I'm fine, Dad."

"But he does have something to tell you," David continued the sentence I
knew I had to finish.

"Oh, well, why don't you say what you want, Nick, or would you prefer the
privacy of your room?"

"No, Dad, there's no reason for secrecy, David and Francis already know."

I tried to find the words to continue but I wasn't sure where to start.
Dad just kept looking and waiting.

Then I knew there was only one way to say it.  I knew that what I was going
to do would surprise Francis, but I knew he would cope.

I put my arms around Francis and said at the same time, "I'm the one
Francis fell in love with."

Francis wanted to jump out of my embrace, but I wouldn't let him.  I just
held him a little closer to reassure him.

"Oh," Dad answered, looking from me to David and then to Francis.

It was quiet for, I think, more than a minute.  I wasn't sure I could stand
it any longer when Dad opened his mouth and shut it again.  Then he tried
again and said, "I'm sorry about my reaction, Nick, but you kind of
surprised me with that one.  You love him too?"

"Yes, Dad, with all my heart."

"Oh," he said again.

"Isn't that nice . so we'll be able to have our girl . oops, girl and boy
friends for dinner on Sunday," David said, trying to lighten the atmosphere
a little.

Because Dad was not saying too much, I edged closer to Francis, afraid of
what Dad was going to say next.

Dad just kept looking at us, still wondering what he should say.  Then . I
think more trying to say something instead of meaning it, he added, "I'm
sorry, guys, but I'm not sure what to say."

"What about congratulations?" David suggested.

That seemed to have jolted Dad out of his shock.  "Yes, of course, that is
appropriate, David."

He stood up and walked towards me and he held out his hand.

I stood up and started to take his hand, but then he just pulled me against
him.

"Congratulations, Nick."

"Thanks, Dad."

He let me go but kept standing just in front of me.

"Are you happy with that and with Francis, son?"

"Yes, I am, Dad.  I've never been happier in my life than I have the last
couple of days."

"Well, that's all that matters to me, your happiness."

He hugged me again and then went back to his chair.

"You knew about this, David?"

"Yes, dad."

"And you're fine with it?"

"Yes, just as you said . as long as Nick is happy.  He's still my brother,
nothing can change that."

"Well, this is all beginning to make sense now when I look back.  Francis
staying in Nick's bedroom, you two getting closer the last few days ..  So,
anyone want to watch some TV?"

That was kind of an abrupt change of subject, and I knew that Dad still was
having trouble with the idea, but I also knew he just needed time to deal
with it.  Well, he wanted me to be more open with him and here I was, doing
what he asked, so he had to cope with it himself.  I knew I had Francis and
David and Alexei if need be.  I just snuggled a little closer against
Francis who regarded me with a puzzled look, as if he wanted to know if I
was OK.

I knew I was for now and I also knew I had to talk with Dad alone later.

We watched TV for almost an hour when I said I wanted to go do some
homework before going to bed.  "Are you joining me, Francis?"

But before Francis could say anything, Dad answered for him.  "I think if
you're really going to do homework, Francis had better stay downstairs,
don't you think?"

I looked rather disappointed but said, "OK, Dad."

I left the livingroom and went up to my room, a little disappointed that
dad didn't trust me enough.  I started to work on a history report, which
had to be done by the end of the week.

Meanwhile in the livingroom, Dad and Francis were chatting again.

"Hmmm, Francis, may I ask you something?"

"Yes, sir, like I said, I will answer it if I can."

"Please understand, I hope you don't mind me asking, but it is something
that has weighed on my mind since Nick told me.  You didn't force yourself
onto my son last week when he was having troubles, did you?  I know he
hasn't been himself lately and I just want to make sure that he is truly
being honest about what he is feeling."

"Sorry, but do you really think I would do such a thing?"

"Please don't get mad, Francis.  After all that has happened, I just wanted
to be absolutely sure."

"Well, I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not going to give you an answer to that, and
if you think you can't trust me, I'd better leave this house as soon as I
can."

"No, Francis, you misunderstand.  It isn't that I don't trust you.  It's
just that I know you've been in love with a guy before so you know what you
feel.  But Nick is just coming to terms with a lot of things and I'm not
sure if his feelings for you are real or just one of deep friendship
because of what you've done for him lately."

"OK, now I understand what you're getting at, but I'm not the one to answer
that question.  You can ask Nick or even David, but I don't think I can
answer it."

Dad turned towards David.  "Can you explain it to me, David?"

"The only thing I can say, dad, is that Nick has thought about this very
carefully and he's sure about his feelings.  You'll have to trust him on
that."

"Are you sure?  Because you boys are still so young, there is so much to
discover, and this could just be one of those explorations."

"I'm not sure if I can answer that.  I think you'll have to ask Nick
himself, but when I found those two last night in the kitchen, I could see
only love on Nick's face.  Don't ask me how I know but it's the same look
he sees when I look at Kathy, I can just feel that."

"OK, I guess I'll have to talk to him about it but I still find the two of
you very young, Francis.  So I would prefer that you sleep on the couch and
that you behave yourselves when you are alone."

"Oh," Francis said, a little bit surprised by that last sentence.

"Do you really think you can forbid them doing anything, Dad?  You've been
young yourself . you know what happens when you are forbidden something by
your parents."

"Well, we'll just have to talk about that later, too."

With that he picked up the newspaper and started to read it again.  It was
quiet in the living room: Francis and David were watching television
although both had something quite different on their minds.

Back in Nick's bedroom:

I heard a knock, knock on my bedroom door.  "May I come in, Nick?"

"Yes, you can, Alexei."

"So, how did it go?"

"Well, it all went quite well, I think, although Dad was kind of shocked
when I told him that I loved Francis.  I'm pretty sure he isn't over that
shock yet."

"So, you told him!  Good for you!  And he's OK with you and Francis?"

"Yes, I guess so, but Dad wouldn't allow him to come upstairs when I said I
was going to start my homework, so I'm not sure just how comfortable he is
with what I told him."

"Well, I guess he needs some time to get used to it.  He'll turn around and
accept it all in time."

"Oh, yes, I think he will.  I know we'll have to have a more private talk
soon to clear the air on a few things, but he'll do that when he feels
ready."

I was a little surprised when my bedroom door opened further and an
unexpected voice said, "I think I'm ready now, Nick.  I was hoping we could
talk a little more?"

I didn't know what to say except "Come on in, Dad."


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Well, that is it for now.  I hope waiting for this chapter was worth it.  I
always enjoying what you guys think of the story and if you like it the way
it is going.  I would also like to have your ideas on how to get the guys
out of the blackmail situation with the docs and Mike.  If you want to
contact me use HYPERLINK mailto:noway16@hotmail.com noway16@hotmail.com or
by ICQ: 3967366