Date: Sat, 12 May 2012 14:57:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Eric Foster <efoster447@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Time part 6

Disclaimer: this story contains sexual material. If you are not 18 or over,
or this is not legal in your country you should not read any further. This
material may offend if you find homosexual acts offensive or homosexual
acts between younger boys offensive. All similarities between this story's
plot line, characters, names, places, or any other item are purely
coincidence. Enjoy

In Time

It was 3:50 p.m. Martin and Alex were at Martin's house, sitting in the den
intently watching a television show about alternative energy. Both boys had
a passion for science, and loved talking about new innovations and other
things that they were learning about and thought were cool.

Still, despite enjoying their discussion about the show, Martin had other
topics he wanted to discuss.

"So Alex," he said hesitantly, scooting closer to his friend. "I want to
know something"

"Umm...sure what's up?"

"Can I see something ya wrote please?" Martin asked with a bright smile.

"Ok sure" Alex replied, not sure why Martin was asking. He pulled out a
piece of paper he had taken some notes on and handed it to Martin. Before
Alex could guess what he was doing, Martin had pulled out the poem and was
looking at Alex's notes to compare.

That's strange...they look so similar but at the same time not
really...it's almost like it's the same person...but it's like he
used....the other hand. A huge mischievous grin spread across Martin's
face. His eyes shifted to Alex.

"Alex...are you ambidextrous?" Martin asked in a curious tone.

"Sort of...why?"

"Well, I was just looking at the mystery poem that someone in school wrote
to me...and...well, it looks kind of like your handwriting." Martin paused
and considered whether to go on. Alex didn't seem too upset, so he moved
even closer and blurted out, "Alex is there something you want to tell me?"

Alex felt his heart race, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and his
mouth turned dry. He knew that his scheme was about to be exposed, but he
didn't have the courage to reveal his true feelings and admit what he had
done. Martin continued to stare at him with his mischievous smile, but Alex
didn't know if he could entirely trust him just yet. He couldn't bring
himself to say it...so he lied.

"I mean not really," he fumbled.  "It's possible that it's
coincidence...like I know a few people who have similar handwriting to
mine. You're just guessing 'cause you can't stand not knowing who wrote
it. But it wasn't me." Alex said, surprised at how smoothly the words had
come out of his mouth. He had stuttered some, but it was hardly
noticeable. Alex felt confident that Martin would drop his suspicious
questioning.

Damn it...he's just way too shy Martin thought I know you wrote that poem
for me Alex...and I want you as mine...If only I could get one piece of
damming evidence, you would be mine...but honestly I kind of like this game
of cat and mouse...it just makes you that much more adorable so I guess
I'll let you off the hook this time cutie, but slip up again and you're
mine, he thought to himself as he scanned Alex's face intently. His smile
weakened, but retained its mischievous look.

"Ok, well I guess you're probably right Alex. Hey you want some soda?"

"Sure, Mr. Pibb please," Alex replied feeling relaxed, as though he had
slipped past Martin's attack.

"Sure thing....Mr. Edgar Allen Poe," Martin said, the last part just under
his breath so Alex wouldn't hear.

I know it's you Alex...and I'm going to make you mine.



Jacob stood next to the kitchen counter talking to Corey about the first
day of school.

"So what did you think about Ms. Tara?" Jacob asked, trying to keep the
conversation light "The math teacher?"

"Yea."

"She seems alright...A bit dry though, so it might be a long semester in
her class."

"Yea, I heard that from a lot of the upperclassmen. She's good at teaching,
but she's not all that fun."

"Yea I could tell."

Jacob moved the fork around in the pasta he had made for Corey and
himself. He decided that he needed to bring up the topic that had been on
his mind most of the day.

"So Corey I was wondering....that picture you had drawn...what was it
supposed to be?"

Corey's eyes widened as he felt his adrenaline increase. He hadn't been
expecting this question, and had hoped that Jacob would simply forget about
it...but he was wrong.

"I mean...I just enjoy drawing...it doesn't matter what it is honestly...I
just want to draw.

That's all," Corey said, trying to keep himself from stuttering or sounding
nervous. Despite Corey's efforts, Jacob could sense that he was uneasy.

I just know that had to be me...but I don't think it would be a good idea
for me to keep bothering him about it....But I still want to know why he
drew that picture of me Jacob thought as he leaned back against the
countertop. There was an awkward moment of silence, both boys tried not say
anything and looked away, blushing. Not able to take it any longer, Jacob
quickly looked over at Corey, just as Corey looked at him. They locked eyes
for a few seconds...and both could tell the other was asking the same
question. Before either even had the chance to say anything the front door
suddenly burst open.

"Jacob I'm home!" shouted from Alex as he bounded into the kitchen. Jacob
and Corey turned to face the exuberant twelve year old.

"Hey Alex. So how was hanging out with Martin?"

"It was fine...oh hey Corey," Alex said with a smile, as he opened up his
laptop and sat down on the couch in the living room.

"Hey Alex...well I should probably head home. Night Jacob, I'll see ya in
school tomorrow,"

Corey said as he placed his hand on Jacob's shoulder. Jacob suddenly felt a
shock through his system as Corey's hand slid down his arm. It almost felt
as though electricity had gone through him, and it felt amazing.

"Ok, well.... I'll see you later Corey," Jacob said as he waved to his
friend. He stood watching him until he shut the front door and headed home.

Jacob let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the countertop
again. Alex noticed that his older brother seemed preoccupied and a bit
relieved, so he raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"I'm guessing something happened?" Alex asked, his tone showing how obvious
Jacob was being.

"Yea...I think he drew of a picture of me shirtless with him behind me
holding me and whispering into my ear," Jacob said, not even realizing he
was speaking so calmly. Alex's eyes grew huge and he stared at Jacob for a
second.

"You think or know? Because if you know, then he's definitely interested in
you," Alex said, incredulous that Corey would be so blatantly obvious about
liking Jacob.

"Well I don't know, he gave me the picture by accident, and I didn't get a
long time to look it over." Jacob paused in thought.  "It just looked a lot
like me...but honestly I don't know, and I really am tired so I think I'm
going to head on up and just get ready for bed," Jacob said as he turned
around and walked toward the staircase. He did feel physically and
emotionally exhausted after the day's events. He walked into his room and
looked over at the clock 10:33 Yea I guess it's a good time to sleep...I
just really wish I knew more about what Corey's thinking...I really do want
him.

Jacob stared out of his window and watched as the moon levitated far above
the desert floor.

The stars shone down, the light illuminating his room, and the lake looked
like a giant mirror reflecting the heavenly bodies.

I need you Corey...please


The wind blew against his hair and dark storm clouds filled the sky as rain
poured down upon his face. He was standing on a hill looking down on a vast
plain that reached to the end of the horizon, without a single hill in his
line of sight. Then, just on the other end he saw him standing there. His
eyes shone and his hair blew in the wind, but it looked dry despite the
rain. He stood there with a smile radiating from his face.

"I love you, and you are to be mine."

"I love you as well."

"But...you are also here to save me from the event."

"Wait...what event....what do you mean event?"

"You will see with time but you have to be honest with me. Stop staying so
far away, because if you don't become mine, and I don't become yours, then
you will lose me."

He stood, watching this boy speak, and felt fear strike his heart. He
couldn't stand losing him, and he didn't even have a relationship with him
yet. There was no way that he would let it happen, never in his
lifetime. He reached his hand and placed the other boy's in his own.

"I swear to you...no matter what...I won't let you leave me, and I will be
yours, just as you will be mine, and we will be this way forever."

"I know my love....and I know you will do this for me."

The wind picked up and the grass in the fields moved violently from side to
side as he felt the earth rumble from the thunder. The rain broke free from
its heavenly bonds and fell to the earth in an even greater cascade. He
pulled the boy close and pressed his lips to the boy's as they kissed
passionately for what felt like an eternity.

"Be mine."

He looked off to the distance and saw beams of light radiate down through
the storm clouds to light up the darkness. He saw the blades of black
become a vibrant green, and the boy's face illuminated like that of an
angels.

I won't ever leave you....I swear to god I won't let you go


The clap of thunder startled Corey as he suddenly awoke from his dream.

What the fuck...oh...ok it was only a dream...thank god.

Corey looked out his window and saw the rain pouring down. Sitting up in
his bed, he looked around the dark room for several seconds. Corey reached
out and found the lamp and set it to low as he picked himself out of bed
and walked to his bathroom.

He lifted the toilet lid with one hand, fished his dick out of his boxers
with the other, and peed, still in a daze from having woken up in the
middle of the night. As he passed back into his room he looked at himself
in the mirror. Even in the semi-darkness, he could see that his muscles
were becoming more defined now that he had started working out again in
preparation for competitive sports at his new high school. His tan had also
grown deeper since he was now outside even more often, and it was still
summer in America. His shoulders remained narrow, but they looked more
developed than they had been, and his leg muscles were also growing.

He walked back into his room, opened up the drawer to his desk and looked
at the picture he had drawn, the one Jacob had accidently seen the other
day. It showed him holding Jacob across the stomach as he lightly kissed
him on the cheek. He had since completed it, and now showed them both in
detail, standing naked in his room. While he was finishing the sketch, he
had tried to remember as much about Jacob's beautiful body as possible. He
had seen his friend naked once, during the day at his pool, and then only
for a few moments while he walked to get a soda.

Corey remembered that Jacob was uncircumcised, and had a small patch of
light brown pubes, but was otherwise hairless. He had included these
details in his drawing, but had also looked at his own body in the mirror
to make the sketch as accurate as possible. Corey wished for this vision to
become true, so badly that it almost hurt just to think about how much he
really did feel for Jacob.

It had only been a week, but already he felt more connected to him than he
had ever felt with any other boy who had been in his life. The feeling of
meeting someone so amazing was liberating and invigorating.

He placed the picture back in the drawer and looked at the clock 12:37
Corey slipped back under the covers and turned the light off.

I don't know what I'm supposed to save you from Jacob...but I know I love
you...and I won't let you go...ever.



Corey was sitting at his desk in 1st period English honors looking around
the room. He felt a bit tired since he had woken in the middle of the night
after the mysterious dream.

I really wonder what that was supposed to mean...Well I guess it just means
I really like him...I think, Corey mused as the confusion swirled through
his mind like a million bees buzzing in his head. He turned a bit to the
right and saw Jacob entering to room. He looked exhausted and he could see
that he hadn't slept well either.

"Hey Jacob...are ya ok, you look exhausted?" Corey asked as he got up so he
could move a bit closer to Jacob.

"Hey Corey...and I'm fine, just reallllyyy..." just then he let out a yawn
"Sorry, but I'm just a bit tired."

"How come?"

"Just had a weird dream that woke me up in the middle of the night.  t was
because of that huge bolt of lightning," Jacob said as he placed his books
on his desk and his book bag next to him on the ground.

"Oh yea...that woke me up too," Corey said.  "I had a weird dream as
well...It was like I was in the middle of a field with a huge storm
swirling around," he added, not giving it much thought since he assumed
that Jacob probably just happened to have a bad dream as well. But just as
Corey had finished his sentence Jacob eyes suddenly became large and he sat
up as he looked back at Corey.

"Really? That actually sounds a lot like my dream....Did it become bright
at the end when the storm clouds broke?" he paused. "And was there another
person in it?" Jacob asked slowly as his eyes locked with Corey's. Corey
stared back at Jacob, his face wide with surprise and confusion.

He doubted that Jacob had even had a remotely similar dream...but his
description of the dream made it sound nearly identical to his own.

"Actually...yes that was ex..." but before Corey could finish the teacher
walked in.

"Good morning class. Please take your seats and we will begin the first
lesson of the year," the teacher said as she got up and began to write on
the dry erase board.

Yet Corey and Jacob's minds were both already at a faraway place. They kept
glancing over at each other and would on occasion lock eyes, both asking
the same question.

Is he....is he like me?


The document was in his hand and he stood looking down the expanse. At the
opposite end he saw his objective clearly outlined with the numerical
marking indicating where he was to drop off the document.

"Good luck Mr. Alex."

"Thank you."

And with that, he was off. He sprinted down the first quarter of the length
but before he could continue, one of the guards came out of the door
way. He immediately rolled into a side passage and got up against the
wall. His breathing slowed, and adrenaline rushed through his veins. He
heard the guard walk down the hall in the opposite direction. He waited
until he knew it was clear for him to continue moving.

He kept low and looked side to side to ensure that no one else was
around. The security cameras were watching and if the guards caught him he
was dead. He was nearly there when he suddenly again heard a door open into
the passage. He made a jump and leaped underneath a storage rack.

The person passed by, not even noticing the person directly under the
chair. His combat clothing felt heavy and was making him hot. Sweat slowly
moved down his face and dripped silently onto the floor beneath. He used
his watch to reflect the image of the hall.

All clear.

He jumped out and got to the drop point.

"Ok....now just place it into the slot and you're good to go."

"Placing into the slot now," he said as he carefully placed the document
past the grated slot. He slowly pushed it into position and let go.

"Document secure and at its destination...It's all good he..." But just
then he saw a person standing right there in front of him. It was a guard.

"EVASIVE ACTION I'VE BEEN CAUGHT!!!" He screamed as he started to run, but
the guard grabbed him by the arm.

"Alex....what are you doing in the hallway during class?" the teacher asked
quickly, effectively shattering his illusion of being a secret agent
dropping off a secret document.

"Ummm....using the bathroom?" Alex said slowly with a huge grin hoping that
she would just let him on his way. She looked down at him and rolled her
eyes.

"Ok but get back to class quickly you shouldn't be out here," she said,
letting him go. He turned and ran. Alex was half way down the hall when
suddenly she realized he didn't even have a pass.

"Hey Alex where is your pass?!" she yelled down the hall.

"Don't have one!" Alex yelled back as he turned the corner and entered his
classroom.

She let out a sigh as she turned around to return to the teachers work
room.

The kids these days and their crazy imaginations...oh well better than some
kids I guess.



Martin and Corey sat in the den watching a TV show, but in reality they
were hardly paying any attention to it.

"Wow...and you're sure he wrote you this poem?" Corey asked as his eyes
scanned the piece of paper that Martin had handed him.

"Yes...I'm almost 100% sure that he did. He keeps denying it but the
handwriting is similar and he's the only person I know so far. I think he
even wrote me another one today. Here..." Martin said as he pulled the
piece of paper out of his book bag. He had found this latest note in his
locker earlier that day. Corey read it over.

"Awww...that's adorable," Corey said in a mock cute tone.

"Oh shut up! Well, ok yea it is cute, but I just need some for sure
evidence."

"Ever thought of asking?" Martin's eyes lit up at this question. He seemed
to be taken aback by Corey's suggestion.

"WHAT! No....I don't know if he is or isn't even interested....I'm just
going to keep applying slow pressure and see how that works, but I'm not
asking him straight up unless I have some for sure evidence, period."
Martin said as he lay back on the couch, wondering what he could do to
figure out Alex for sure.

"Well I think Jacob may like me as well..." Corey said, trying to seem
disinterested in talking about it, but really he just wanted to get
Martin's attention.

"Really...and why do you say that?"

"Well I don't really know how...it's just how he acts around me...and it's
a feeling I get from him every time I look at him...it's....it's almost
like he's trying to tell me he likes me," Corey explained as he let his
imagination wander to all the interactions he had ever had with Jacob.

"Well like I said, one for you one for me," Martin said joyfully as he
looked back at Corey with a twinkle in his eye. Corey pondered Martin's
words for a few moments and leaned back. A smile came to his face as he
lavished in the thoughts of being with Jacob as boyfriends.

"You know what Martin...ya may just be right about that one...just
maybe....." Corey said as he looked into the distance at the now dark
lake. A feeling of warmth overcame him as his imagination took him to all
the amazing places he wanted to go with Jacob. He realized how much he
needed Jacob Stewart...and soon.



"Ok boys, dig in," Mr. Stewart said as he set the dinner on the table. He
had returned home only a few hours ago, and had a little free time so he
had decided to make dinner for himself and the boys.

"Thanks Dad" Alex said as he started wolfing down the grilled chicken.

"Yea seriously thanks, I was starving" Jacob said as he too engulfed the
chicken in what appeared to be one swoop.

"Well I don't get a chance to cook much so I wanted to be able to while I
had some free time,"

Mr. Stewart said as he ate his food, a bit more slowly than his sons. He
really did enjoy time with the boys and wished he had more to spend time
with them, but the demands of his job required him to limit it. He had even
been considering early retirement, since he already had a fairly large
amount of money saved away, and made a lot off of interest in projects he
had invested in, so it was a possibility.

"Hey Dad..." Jacob said, a bit hesitantly as he looked up from his dinner.

"Yes Jacob?"

"After dinner...could we maybe talk for a bit?" Jacob said...still a bit
hesitant.

"Well ok sure, we can talk in my office," Mr. Stewart replied, now a bit
cautiously. He wasn't sure why Jacob seemed upset and hoped it wasn't
anything too serious.

The three finished their dinner within minutes and cleaned up the
kitchen. Alex said he had some work to do for school so he quickly went up
to his room. Jacob and his dad walked into his dad's office where Jacob
took a seat in the armchair on the other side of his desk. His dad took a
seat in his usual chair and turned towards him.

"Ok Jacob, so what's up?" his dad said as casually as he possibly could. He
didn't want to make Jacob uncomfortable by having a pensive tone, and knew
if he spoke in a casual and less serious voice that it would be easier for
Jacob to discuss whatever it was he wanted to speak about.

"Well Dad...it's involving a boy at school....and I think I like him....a
lot" Jacob said slowly, still a bit uncomfortable talking about this with
his dad. His dad put his hand to his chin in a thinker pose.

"Ok, and what's the problem with this?" his dad asked, not really sure why
Jacob was upset over this.

"Well Dad...I don't know if he likes me or not...like I think he might but
I don't really know,"

Jacob said, suddenly overtaken by confusion as he remembered all of his
interactions with Corey.

"So what makes you think he might like you?"

"Well...I think he drew a picture of me, and it was kind of...sensual...and
well just the way he looks at me and how he acts around me...I just feel
like that he likes me," Jacob said as he again thought back to his
interactions with Corey.

"Hmmm....well son, really I can't do very much since I'm not there and I
can't see how you two act around each other. What I can say is this
though. First try to give him hints as well....if you show him you like
him, and then if he likes you he will respond. You can also try just
bringing up subjects that you two have in common and see how enthusiastic
he is about it, because if he likes the subject and the person he talks to
about it, he might be a bit more enthusiastic about it than he would be
otherwise. And finally if all else fails...and I know this is the hardest
route....just be honest and tell him how you feel about him. If you tell
him and he likes you he will come out to you about it, otherwise you two
can still just be friends. Beyond that son it's really up to you, but
figuring out the person is half the battle.  The other half is the
relationship," his dad said with a smile, remembering back to his own days
with his wife.

Jacob thought intently about the dropping a hint part. So far he had only
been taking them from Corey, but he really hadn't done anything to show him
he liked him as well.

"Well, I think you're right Dad...I just need to give him a hint. Thanks
Dad," Jacob said as he gave his father a hug. His dad held him in the
embrace and gave him a pat on the back.

"Any time son, you can always come to me if you need advice ok?"

"Ok, night Dad," Jacob said as he walked towards the door of his dad's
office and began to head towards his room.

"Night Jacob, sleep well," Mr. Stewart replied as he leaned back in his
chair a bit.

I wonder who this boy is...well whoever he is I just hope he makes Jacob
happy.



It was Thursday afternoon and again Martin and Alex were sitting watching
television in the Martin's den. They had the TV volume on low since they
were having a light conversation and weren't paying much attention to the
show.

"So what did ya get on that math quiz we took yesterday?" Martin asked as
he sat watching the person on the TV explain something about how to make
computers.

"I got a 92, what about you?"

"Actually the same grade, did you cheat off me?" Martin said with a sly
smile as he looked over at Alex.

"AWW...HOW DID YOU FIND ME OUT?!" Alex said in mock surprise. Martin loved
how Alex would play along. It just made him that much more attractive.

"Well you're not very hard to read...I guess you'll have to be punished
again" Martin said, with the exact same look he had the last time he had
said those words. Alex decided to be a bit bolder and play along with it,
instead of just backing away in fear. He held his hands out with a puppy
dog look on his face.

"Ok, Mr. Martin, but just be careful to not make it too painful," Alex said
as he pushed his lips together and made his eyes huge. Martin's eyes grew
wide in response and his face flushed. He felt his cock growing stiff in
his shorts as his heart fluttered. Alex thought he looked as though he was
in shock.

That was unbelievably sexy....I swear to god if he doesn't wipe that
inviting look off his face in the next few seconds...then I'm doing him
right here, fuck it if my parents see me that was just too damn inviting,
Martin thought as he used very last ounce of restraint to keep himself from
jumping onto Alex and tearing off his clothes. Just the phrase "Ok
Mr. Martin" turned him on beyond belief. He was about to speak up, when he
heard his mom from the kitchen.

"Alex, your mom called and you need to be home for dinner," Ms. Lee called
from the kitchen.

Alex looked back at Martin, disappointed that he had to leave so soon.

"Sorry Martin...but we'll talk more at school tomorrow. Hey, maybe we could
even sleep over this weekend?" Alex said with a huge smile. Martin looked
up for a second and began to act like he was questioning it.

"I don't know....are you sure?" Martin said in mock uncertainty. Alex
smiled his lopsided smile and punched Martin in the arm lightly.

"Later dude, see you tomorrow" Alex said as he got up from the couch and
headed to the front door.

"Later Alex," Martin said.

Just as he heard the front door close, Martin began to think of a sleep
over with Alex. He began to imagine all the naughty and amazing things the
two could do if they were alone in his room for the night.

Alex...you will be mine by this weekend, that I promise you.



Alex sat at his desk, it was Thursday night, and he was preparing to write
the fifth poem. He had decided that if the poems suddenly ended then it
would seem even more suspicious that they stopped right around the time
Martin was beginning to question him. As a result, he felt that if he did
what was opposite of what was expected, and kept writing the poems, then it
would reduce Martin's suspicions.

He got up from his desk, but just as he did his leg knocked against the
front of his desk and sent papers flying everywhere.

"DAMN IT!" Alex shouted as he quickly re-organized all his papers and
placed them back on his desk. He hadn't taken very much time to sort out
the papers or see what was on them and had more or less placed them in
random order.

Now where was that blank sheet....oh here it is Alex thought as he grabbed
a piece that was face down and placed it on his desk. He looked back over
the rough drafts and started writing down the final draft. After about five
minutes, he had finished writing everything down as neatly as possible.

He looked over the poem and felt pride in what he had written.


Golden locks of blonde with eyes of emerald green You posses my imagination
and all I see Don't deny me please Be there waiting for me I will wait for
you till the end For it is you I wish to be with Until then rest easy my
prince

I wonder if I seem too girly or corny with this....Well he seems to like
them and talks about all the other ones I wrote him so I guess its fine,
Alex thought as opened his binder for school the next day and folded up the
piece of paper. He slipped it into the front pocket of his binder and
placed it back into his book bag.

Well tomorrow is a Friday at least....Well Martin...I'll see you tomorrow,
Alex thought as he slipped into his bed and placed his head on his pillow.

The poem rested in his binder, the paper concealing the innermost thoughts
of this love struck boy. Deep in the folds in the paper, clearly written in
red ink on the other side of the poem, were only two numbers: 92


Authors note: OHHH....it looks like Alex may have just gotten himself
exposed. That is if he doesn't catch his mistake...will he catch it....well
that comes with part 7. Jacob and Corey also seem to be getting closer, now
sharing dreams, classes, and soon they may be exchanging even more (hint
wink). Anyway I hope you all have enjoyed this part as much as the others
and I hope you all continue to read and enjoy the part. So if you have any
questions, comments, suggestions send them my way at EFoster447@yahoo.com I
really do enjoy getting feedback because it gives me encouragement to write
and continue the story. It also gives me a clue as to how I'm doing with
the story. I of course need to thank my editor who helped me edit this
section Mike Archer

So again email me back and let me know what you think. I hope you guys have
enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading.