Date: Sat, 09 Feb 2002 23:09:26 +0000
From: jack summers <elijahsboi@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Long Weekend-Part Two

WOW.  Ok so it's so hard to believe it's been almost a year since I posted
the first chapter of my story.  I guess time does really fly when you're
having fun.  Waitaminute?  I wasn't having fun.  Sorry, my bad.  For the
past year I've been working my ass off with school and work but oh well, I'm
back and better than ever.  As usual feedback is definitely appreciated.  My
email adress has changed though.  It is now elijahsboi@hotmail.com.
So read up, write me back, tell me what you like what you don't like.  I
also like to know who's reading my shit so feel free to tell me a lil about
yourself.  Thanks and keep it real.
oh and if you don't want to read a story which features two young men
sharing eventually graphic love for eachother......GO AWAY

The long Weekend-Part Two

SATURDAY
	By four AM it had started to sprinkle.  By five it was coming down in
buckets.  Jack swung open the front door and dragged himself into the
kitchen.  He was tired, dripping wet, and completely exhausted.
9:34AM
	After Nathan had caught them in bed together, he had ran from the house.
Jack struggled to throw on some clothes and pursue his younger brother but
by the time he got outside it was to late.  Nathan was long gone and Jack
hadn't seen him since.  He'd spent the night calling all of Nathan's
friends, and driving around aimlessly looking for him.  Jack was worried.
He was worried what Nathan would do.  He was terrified who Nathan would
tell.  It would be just like his brother to go out and inform the entire
population of Flat Point High that his big jock brother was a fudge packer.
Jack could just picture Nathan glowing as he informed the school.  Perhaps,
he'd use the intercom, or write it in the sky using smoke letters; "JACK
SUMMERS IS A DIRTY QUEER."  More and more horrific scenarios rushed through
his head as he made his way to his bedroom to change.  Maybe he was over
reacting.  His brother didn't hate him that much right?
	Jack stripped out of his wet clothes and threw them over by the door.  He
stood naked in the middle of his room, unsure of his next move.  He felt as
if someone had pulled a sheet over his eyes.  Everything was foggy.  That's
when he saw the note on his bed.  It was from Anthony.
		Hey man, hope everything went ok last night with your bro and everything.
		I had fun.  Hope you did too.  See you in school and give me a call
				sometime.  555-7473
								-Anthony

	Jack smiled to himself.  He hadn't even thought of Anthony since last
night.  He laid back on his bed thinking about the night before.  How
Anthony had led him to the bedroom, how they had slowly stripped each other,
pausing to invade each others mouths with their tongues.  He had kissed down
Anthony's magnificent stomach and taken his beautiful dick into his mouth.
How it had all seems so natural and meant to be.  How, at that moment, Jack
had felt more happiness than he's ever thought possible.  It was 6:30 in the
morning and Jack was fast asleep.

						****
	Jack wasn't sure what time it was, but the sun had risen and apparently
begun to set.  Jack walked to the window, still naked, and stared at his
street.  Like any other suburb in America, the rows of houses all reeked of
tract home and middle class.  He remembered how his mother had flipped when
their neighbors across the street bought some pink  flamingos as a cute lawn
ornament.  Jack didn't see the problem, in fact, he kind of liked them.  But
now, when he looked across the street he noticed the flamingos were gone.
In actuality, the usually green lawn they'd stood over was brown and dead
and the sky was more of a pale gray than blue.
	"How long did I sleep?" Jack thought to himself.  He looked out his window
groggily and tried to locate the sun.  What time was it?  A sharp knock at
his bedroom door startled the late teen and when he turned around he found
Anthony McBain standing in the doorway, looking impressive as ever.
	"Hey man, your front door was open, so I just let myself in.  I wanted to
come and make sure everything was ok.  You know, with your brother and all."
  Anthony had the same casual air about him that he always carried.  Jack
just nodded his head and stared at the young vision of perfection that stood
in his room. A cool breeze quickly reminded Jack that he was still naked
from his nap.
	"Yeah, umm...yeah, every thing's fine."  Jack stumbled around his room,
searching for clothes.
	"Hey Jack-o, it's not like you got something I haven't seen right?"
Anthony just stood there smiling, watching Jack clumsily try to get dressed.
When Jack turned around Anthony was right beside him.  Anthony reached out
tenderly and grasped Jack's naked hip; his touch sending shivers up and down
the boys side.  Slowly, he turned jack around and brought him in for a long
passionate kiss.  The two boys melted together, lost in the embrace.  Their
hands danced over naked flesh and Anthony's clothes were on the floor in no
time.  "I want you to fuck me again Jack, I want to feel you inside me."
Anthony's words drove Jack crazy and kicked his hardon into overdrive.  The
two scrambled to the bed and Anothony laid on his back.  Jack kissed his
lover once more and positioned himself between his legs.  With Anthony's
legs up over his shoulders, Jack moved the head of his pulsing teenaged dick
to Anthony's puckering hole.  "Do it!!  FUCK ME you fuckin stud!!!"  Anthony
commanded.  That was all the motivation Jack needed before he thrusted his
shaft as far as it would go into Anthony's tight ass.  Jack shuddered as
Anthony's tight ring accepted the steely invader deep into his bowels. Both
boys grunted and moaned  in ecstasy as Jack picked up a pace and began
slamming his rod deep into Anthony's spassming hole.  Soon, Jack's eyes shut
tightly and his head flew back as he dumped load after load of cum deep into
Anthony's ass.
	"Thanks Bro.  I needed that."  Jack opened his eyes and in Anthony's place
was Nathan, Jack's younger brother.  Jack didn't understand, how was this
possible?  His mind reeled with questions as his younger sibling stared up
into his eyes contentedly.   Despite himself, Jack felt his cock begin to
harden again, still deep in Nathan's ass.  And so he did, what came
naturally.  He fucked.  His hips shot rhythmically forward driving himself
deeper into his brother.  With every bit of strength he could muster he
jammed his staff as hard as he could deep into his moaning sibling.  And he
loved it.
					******
	Jack sat up abruptly on his bed, jarred out of his dream.  He groggily
looked around his room, forcing himself into a waking state.  It was 6
o'clock and the sun had begun it's decent, casting random shadows throughout
his room.  Dark clouds had begun to gather on the distant horizon and the
faint rumbling of thunder lightly shook their neighberhood.  Across the
room, the little light on his answering machine was blinking.  There was
only one message and Jack had a pretty good idea who it was from.  He pushed
the play button as he rooted through his dresser for something to put on.
It had just struck him that he was still stark naked.

	"BEEP!!!  Hey there you fuckin prick where were you last night?"  It was
Cindy.  And just as charming and ladylike as always.  "You better come up
with a solid excuse as to why you flaked out on me and embarrassed me in
front of everyone.  Call me the 	minute you get this message Jack Summers.
BEEP"

	Jack just rolled his eyes.  He didn't know how much longer he was going to
be able to put up with that bitches shit.  He only maintained the
relationship to keep up appearances anyway.  Why should he have to be the
victim of that viper lady just for show.  Jack was sure he could find some
other, more low maintenance girl that would date him but require no real
physical affection.  But then again maybe he couldn't.  Cindy was unique in
her prudish ability to possess both desire and disgust towards Jack, the
former usually winning out to Jack's elation.
6:30 PM
	Jack settled on a pair of baggy sweat pants and went downstairs to the
kitchen.  The house was still quiet and a quick circle of the house revealed
that Nathan was still missing.  At least it had stopped raining.  Jack
knocked on Nathan's door.  He still held out hope that perhaps his younger
brother had managed to slip in undetected.  When no one answered Jack turned
the knob and stepped into the dark room.  Like a typical teenager's room,
there were clothes strewn everywhere.   Nathan had the smallest bedroom in
the house with just enough space for a medium sized bed and computer desk.
Jack didn't know what he was looking for by investigating Nathan's bedroom
but maybe something there would give him a clue as to where his missing
brother was hiding out.  Nathan's desk was covered in papers and magazines.
An empty cereal bowl and dirty socks sat on the floor next to the 14 year
olds digital camera.  Jack remembered when Nathan had bought it, promptly
after seeing American Beauty.  Nathan had taken to filming anything and
everything and for about two months he'd claimed with great conviction that
he was going to be a famous film maker someday.  But true to form Nathan
soon grew tired of it, and to Jack's knowledge, hadn't touched the camera in
months.  Jack sat at the small computer desk and clicked the mouse a few
times, clearing the screen saver.  One folder, "My Stuff", caught his
attention.  Opening it he found the usual teenage stuff; mp3's, a few
picture files of random bands, and one unlabeled folder.  Intrigued, Jack
doubled clicked the mystery folder to find hundred of picture files.
Obviously, Nathan hadn't grown as tired of his camera as Jack had thought.
Jack clicked open one picture that seemed to have been taken more recently
and was presented with a picture of his shirtless brother, facing the camera
flexing his biceps.  Jack couldn't help but laugh a little.  Flipping
through some more files he discovered a veritable photo album dedicated to
Nathan showing off for his digital camera.  Jack stopped in his tracks when
a picture of Nathan, completely naked and totally erect opened on the
screen.  Suddenly Jack remembered his dream.  What was that all about?
Sure, his brother was an attractive young guy but the Jack had never felt
anything sexual for him.  EVER.  So why was he dreaming about fucking him?
And why couldn't he take his eyes off of his brothers digitally captured
cock.  The younger boy's dick curved straight up towards his tight six pack
abs, flaring at the center before coming to a full mushroom head.  The next
few files revealed more of the same.  In each new photo Nathan became more
and more involved in his performance for the camera and with every new
picture Jack found himself growing more and more aroused.  Jack slowly
massaged his growing cock through his sweats.  Suddenly his face turned a
bright shade of crimson when he realized what he was doing.  How could he be
getting off on his younger brother.  It wasn't right, was it?
	Despite any guilt he felt, Jack proceeded.  Countless images of Nathan
flashed before him:  Nathan stroking his dick while pre cum oozed out of the
throbbing head, Nathan bending over exposing his tight smooth ass, Nathan
fondling his balls while he tweaked his nipple, and so on.  By now Jack's
cock was rock hard and straining against the fabric of his sweat pants.  It
was all he could do not to whip it out and stroke himself to orgasm right
then and there.  Jack clicked open another folder and was presented with at
least 30 more picture files, all unlabeled.  Expecting to find more pictures
along the same theme Jack furiously clicked at the first file, dying to see
the next revealing image of his 14 year old brother.  Instead he was
presented with a picture of himself.  Jack stared at a picture of himself
toweling off out by their families pool.  The water clung to his tan chest
and ran down his abs in the mid afternoon sun.   Why did Nathan keep a
picture of him with all of these other revealing photos?  Jack's jaw dropped
when he opened the next file.  It was a picture of Jack, completely naked
and  stroking his dick.  His fluids oozed out of his tool and dripped down
over his clenched fist.  Apparently the picture had been taken from the
roof, outside Jack's window.  Jack couldn't believe that his brother had
photographed him while he was whacking off.  Nathan was straight wasn't he?
Nathan's walls were covered with posters of half clad women sporting
multiple breast implants and bleached blond highlights.  Brittany Spears
hung directly over the little computer desk.  Nathan was always talking
about girls he wanted to bone or pork or ram or screw.  Nathan was straight.
  Sure he wasn't a total ladies man but Jack had always his younger brother
was just, well, young and would grow into it soon enough.  Then what was
this all about?  Jack didn't understand what was going on.  Once again he
felt his cock throb against his sweats.  Pre cum had begun to drip down the
side of his leg.  The next few pictures were obviously from the same night.
More pictures of Jack writhing on his bed, bucking his hips, fingering his
balls.
	"What the hell are you doing in my room?"
	Jack jumped to his feet.  He had been so engrossed in the computer screen
that Nathan's entrance hadn't even registered.  It was still dark and Nathan
stood in the shadows near the doorway.  "What the fuck are you doing in my
room?"
	"I, uhhh, I was just..." Jack stammered.  He didn't know what to say.  The
digitally captured images were still running fresh through his mind and
Nathan's entrance had startled him.
	"You were just what??  Going through my stuff?" The younger boy was growing
more agitated with every sentence.  "You fuckin faggot.  What gives the
right  to come into my room and invade my priva-"
	"Nathan, what is this?"  Jack interrupted.  He moved away from the computer
screen, revealing the pictures of him his younger brother had taken.  Nathan
stopped dead in his tracks.  He tried to speak but the words choked in his
throat.  The boys eyes welled up his tears streamed down his cheeks.
	It's not what....what you think....they're just.....I was
just.....they....it's a joke Jack....just."  Nathan wiped the tears from his
face with the back of his arm.  Looking directly at his older brother
Nathan's face took on a tone of severity.  "I'm not a fag if that's what you
think.  You're the fag."  But  his face had again begun to betray his
emotions.  Before the first tear fell Nathan turned and ran out of the room.
  This time though, Jack was ready for him and fled after his younger
brother.  Jack caught up to Nathan just as he was reaching the front door,
grabbing him by the arm, pulling him close to his body with his other arm
and restraining any further flight.  Nathan struggled with all his might but
despite himself he could not get free from his older brother's tight bear
grip.  The whole time he fought, tears streamed freely down his face and no
words were spoken.  The older boy held tight and slowly Nathan felt himself
relinquishing, giving himself over to his brother's strong grasp.
	Nathan raised his head off of Jack's chest and the brother's eyes met yet
again, but this time there was no anger in Nathan's eyes, no confusion in
Jacks.  The two boys moved closer still and, as if it were the most natural
thing in the world, their lips met.  The kiss was soft and loving.  It sent
sparks through both of them that reached out through their entire bodies.
7:45 PM
	When they finally separated the two stood in the doorway of their home and
held each other for what seemed like hours.  The sun had completely set and
outside a crackling bolt of lightening illuminated the street in a white hot
flash.  Thunder ripped across the sky and the gaudy pink flamingos across
the street were blown back and forth, dancing in the new rain.