Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2005 15:56:11 -0400
From: EvilGenius638@netscape.net
Subject: Invisible: Saturday (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4: Saturday

I awoke jerkily.  The arlarm clock was going wild.  I quickly shut it off,
and found myself in an unfamiliar place.  Then I remember the events of the
night before.  I got up off the floor and, stretching, moved over to look
out the window.  It was only 5:00 A.M., but there was still quite alot of
movement on the semi-dark street.  The paper boy, people going to work or
going on a weekend vacation.  I remembered the night.

    After my awesome sex with J.B., I had kissed him on the face.  He was
breathing heavily from his ass penetration. I had gotten off the bed,
plugged the clock back in, and set it in tune to the watch and set the
alarm for 5:00 A.M.  I slept on the floor all night, and had left J.B. in
his position.

    Oh shit!  5:00 A.M.?  I had less than a hlaf hour to reapply the
invisibility solution before I reappeared.  I figured that I wouldn't be
able to reapply it until I was visible again, so I left J.B.'s room and
found myself in a nice corridor.  I peeked in every room to make entirely
sure that J.B. was the only one in his house.

    The house was fabulously luxurious.  5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a dining
room, a sitting room, a family room, a huge basement kitchen.  It was truly
built in the elegant style of the late 1700s.  I found myself getting a
little jealous of J.B.  I looked at the hall clock and saw 5:25.  I would
have to get into the bathroom now.  I used J.B.'s bathroom; I knew it was
his because of the types of shampoos and soap I found in there.  I quickly
showered, and by the time I had finished my entire body had reappeared.

    I got out and spent the next half hour uneventfully putting on the
solution again.  It was a boring task, but by 6, I had left the bathroom
and crossed the hall into J.B.'s room again.  I knew the solution would now
last me until 3:30 in the afternoon.  Upon entering his room, I noticed it
reeked of boy sweat and hard sex, even though the window was open.  It was
shaping up to be another 90 degree day, and I spent the next hour
finalizing my plans for what I would do when the arrivals came.

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    His eyes opened.  It was 9:30.  I had laid the alarm clock down on his
chest, so he could see the time for himself.  His eyes suddenly became
panicked.  He struggled hard at his bindings, but I knew it was fruitless,
and after about a mintue, he gave up.  I had been standing next to him,
stroking him, touching his body.  I stopped this now and walked over to the
desk, past the brilliant light shining in through the window.

    I opened the drawer, rummaged for a few moments, and found a piece of
paper and a marker.  I was going to write a note telling the trio that was
coming to let themselves in.  I tried writing it generically in case they
knew what J.B.'s handwriting looked like.  I finished the letter with a
flourish, grabbed some tape and went downstairs to the front door and taped
it on, unlocking the door as I shut it.

    A half hour later, I heard the footsteps downstairs, and crossed to the
stair landing to see who it was.  The stairs were of quarter-circular
variety, somewhat cliched in movies and television to show off how rich the
house was.  Standing at the top, looking down at the double front doors, I
watched Joe Martini, Shawn Palmer, and Brian Benson walk in, chatting
animatedly and carrying backpacks.

    Joe Martini was a bit dim.  His grades weren't good, but his body was
really nice and his athletic ability was the only way he could get into
college.  The same went for Brian and Shawn too.  I never understood why
J.B. surrounded himself with such idiots.  I guess it made him look way
smarter than he actually was. Anyway Joe was a senior, with a nice
strong-shouldered, rippling-abbed form, strong legs, and a very cute face.
He had dark hair and a lot of it, although no facial hair, which was just
as well as it turned me off.  Brian was a darkly-tanned scrawny boy in my
own year, with brown hair, a cute face, and a sweet smile.  He was built
similarly to how I would be if I hadn't worked out at all and didn't have
muscle.  He was very cocky, and possibly bi-curious; the previous year I'd
walked into the bathroom with him and another definitely queer guy in my
grade doing something in the handicap stall that was rather loud.  They
didn't know I had come in, but, not wanting to interrupt what they were
doing, I left quickly.  Now that I think about it, Benson never had had a
girlfriend like you'd think a popular sophomore like him would have.  As
for Shawn Palmer, I knew that he had the really cute Lindsay Hoy as a
girlfriend, and, though he feigned being gay and shouted things out a lot,
I knew that he wasn't really serious about the whole thing and was merely
acting under the influence of excess testosterone.

    "Dude, he told me he got that new game Alien Suicide Massacre 3, I've
been dying to try it," said Brian loudly.

    "Man, no way, that game is totally sizzling...I saw the add for it
online...It looked awesome," remarked Shawn, "man, it would be awesome to
have an X-Box, but I'm stuck with crummy Game Cube.  There are like no good
games for it at all, it sucks!"

    "What about Metroid Prime?  That game looked pretty awesome," said Joe,
pitching into the conversation expectantly.

    "Are you kidding?  The game blows, The graphics are terrible,"
responded Shawn.

    The boys had made it to the top of the stairs at this point, and were
heading towards J.B.'s open door at the end of the hallway.  The hallway
was wide enough for me to run around them. I sprung through the open door,
and got a good view of their faces when they walked in to see J.B. spread
out like this.

    "Fuck!," said Joe, who was leading the group.  He jumped back onto
Shawn's foot, and he also let out a loud Fuck!

    "Oh Man!," said Brian, who was trying to look disgusted at the same
time as disguising his pleasure at the scene before him.

    They all dropped their backpacks to the floor and as they stood aghast,
I went over to the window, shut it, and locked it.  The guys jumped at the
sudden movement, and looked at the window.  While they were in the midst of
their bout of confusion, I ran over to the door, turned the key, and locked
it, then pulled it out of the keyhole and quickly hid it in a convenient
knothole in the flooring that I had found earlier.  The closet door was
opened, and I commenced with the plan now that the three guys, still
speechless, were staring at the door.  I shoved the two standing closer to
the door, Shawn and Joe, into the closet, and locked it and hid the key in
a similar knothole.  I figured I would tackle each guy one at a time.
Brian was going first.