Yeah … they might have. We’re not sure about that. But let’s just say that it’s happened in the past.”
“Bastards!” Seph said aloud.
At that point, I felt Michel start to shake nervously. I rested my hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. He looked pale. I nodded at Brandon and pointed to the kitchen. He looked at me … then at Michel … and I think he started to realise what I wanted.
“Come on, Michel … let’s get something to drink. You show me where everything is in the kitchen.”
I saw Michel’s mom start to get up. “I can do that, Brandon,” she said.
“No … you stay here. We can handle this, can’t we, Michel?”
In the meantime, Brandon had taken hold of Michel’s hand and was pulling him along.
“Yeah, mom. We can manage. You’ve done enough,” Michel said.
When they’d left, Brian said, “Good … I think that was done nicely, Jamey. I think Michel has heard enough.”
“I agree,” Seph said.
“He looked like he was going to throw up or something,” William added.
“He’ll be OK … it’s all just too much to deal with,” I said. “But Karl … what’s the plan?”
“Well Jamey first of all … you need to realise that this is dangerous. No wandering around on your own. Always stay together … and, by together, I mean together … the buddy system … so do nothing on your own, OK?”
Damn, I thought as I’d looked forward to spending some time with Martin. “In that case, it’d be best if the stakeout was done by two people who aren’t associated … If you know what I mean,” I said.
“Yeah … that might be best. We don’t know what they’ll do if they see two of you making out. It probably would give them a reason to take action … and we don’t want any of you be abducted, too, do we?”
“Hmmm … no sir,” I said firmly.
I felt Martin squeeze my hand at that last part of the answer. I looked at him and smiled. He pulled gently on my hand then, his head pointed towards the door that led to the hallway. I saw that, while waiting for the drinks. the rest were talking among themselves. This just might have been the right time …if any. I followed him and quietly closed the door.
We stopped at the bottom of the stairs. “Are you OK, Martin?” I asked him to start.
“Yeah … I’m just missing you, Jamey.”
“I know, Martin … but we can do this. We can be strong, you know.”
“I know … but I’m not sure for how long. Whenever I see you at school, I just want to go up to you and kiss you … you know?”
“What’s stopping you, then?” I said with a smile.
Before I finished the sentence, though, his lips were touching mine. Electricity went through me and I felt my dick instantly become hard again. Our lips parted and our tongues started to dance. I’d missed this … I’d missed this more than I thought.
I inhaled the smell of Martin one more time. It felt like I was smelling weed … giving me energy and a lot of power. Together, we could handle anything, I thought. I needed to breath and pushed him away gently.
“Wow!!! That is what I needed!!!” Martin exclaimed. I saw him look at my crotch.
When his gaze reached my eyes again, I smiled. “Not here, Martin,” I warned him.
I’m not sure if he heard me or not as his hands reached to unzip my jeans.
“Martin!” I said, more harshly this time.
He looked up again. He looked around and said, “Upstairs, then” … almost pleading now.
“Hmmm …this isn’t the time or place, you know.”
“I don’t care.”
“Oh … so you wouldn’t mind hurting Michel when he might see us while ….”
He started to blush. “Sorry, Jamey, but ….”
“Just be strong, Martin. You can do it … and make sure you take care of yourself, too.”
“You mean ….”
“William told you then?” he whispered.
“Yeah … listen to him. I agree, OK? I don’t want you to work against him or your mother. I don’t want you to end up in military school.”
“We’ll be smart then, won’t we? I know you want to do this for me but this is not what I want, OK?”.
“OK, Jamey. But you still love me, don’t you?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions!” I pulled him closer again. We did a repeat of that first kiss. This time, though, it lasted and lasted and ….
“Shit” I heard Martin say as he ended the kiss. No, I thought. I pushed him away. He was blushing furiously.
“What is it, Martin?”
“I just … well …you know, Jamey,”
“Hmmm … you’d better go and clean up in the toilet. I’ll see you back in the living room, OK?”
“Wait!” I said when he started to move away. “I’m so going to have fun with that in the future, you know, Martin. You’re so easy to trigger. Yeah … ‘am looking forward to making you last, for sure.”
“Stop,” he said, “or I’ll cum again.”
Then he turned around and left as he said, “I can join you again and hold hands.”
“Yeah … I’d love that.”
He walked towards the toilet with his hands in front of his pants. The kitchen door was on the other side.
I turned around just as the door to the living room opened. “Are you OK here?” Brandon asked.
“Yeah … we are.”
“Well, drinks have been served … so come back in so we can discuss what we’re going to do.”
For the next hour, Karl lay out his plans for the next few weeks. He told us it would not be easy but with all of us helping, his plan might just work. We’d go out on the Saturdays in pairs. On the first weekend, there’d just be two pairs to see who was going to church and to mark some targets we could follow home after church in the weeks after that. The pairs would mingle and we would always make sure that there would be another couple there at the beginning and at the end of the church service, which usually lasted almost two hours, we were told. It might take a short period or it could take months … so it was important that we were committed to doing this.
The church wasn’t very close by … so that meant that we needed to stay overnight nearby the night before to make sure we’d be there on time. It felt strange to watch a church on a Saturday … but it was better than the Sunday … for it gave us time to have a weekend day at least. Pairs were made up for the stake out and a schedule was prepared as well. The pairs were as follows:
Brandon and Paul
Dennis and Winston
Jamey and Mark
Daniel and Justin
Martin and Tom
Brian and Shawn
Michel wanted to join in but, for more than one reason, it was better not to do that. Granddad, Michel’s uncle, Seph and Karl would participate as well. They would be close by but never in sight. Brandon, Paul, Mark and me would go next Saturday. Oh, yeah … Karl had made up the list together with Michel’s uncle but two names on the list were unknown to us. Karl told us they were his nephew and his boyfriend and they’d love to join in and help. When Michel asked if they knew the complete story, Karl replied that it seemed that his nephew had more in common with him than he’d imagined.
“Oh… OK,” Michel said.
Most of the group left quickly after we’d made all the arrangements. William pushed Martin out but not before he told me that things were starting to look better at home. When grandad started to get ready to leave, too, Michel asked if I could stay for a while,
“Yeah … of course … if he wants to.”
“I’d like that,” Michel said, smiling a bit.
“I’ll stay then, Michel,” Jamey said.
“Are you OK with everything, Michel?” Michel’s uncle asked.
“Not sure uncle. It will have to do though.”
“Just … if you need to talk, call me, OK?”
“I will. Shall we go up to my room, then, Jamey,”
“Ummm … Michel … it might be better if you both stayed downstairs,” Michel’s dad interjected.
Michel looked at him. I thought he was going to say something, but he just turned around and walked to the door.
“I’ll come in a second, Michel. I just need to ask your uncle something.”
“OK … just don’t stay down here too long … as I’m not coming down tonight any more.”
“Go on up. I’ll bring us some drinks as well.”
“And a snack, Jamey,” he added while closing the door.
“You were way too harsh on him, brother.”
“Don’t start now, OK? I just want what is best for him and for Jamey’s safety.”
“Oh, I think Jamey can defend himself quite well,” Michel’s uncle answered.
“Just leave it, brother. I don’t want a repeat of a few weeks ago. Let’s just agree to disagree, OK?”
It seemed that I was trapped in something that had been going on for the last few weeks.
“You wanted to talk with me, Jamey?” Michel’s uncle asked.
“Yeah … if I can.”
“Why not talk in the kitchen?” Michel’s mom suggested.
I followed Michel’s uncle into the kitchen and just caught the start of what seemed to be a heated conversation between Michel’s parents.
“You’re going to be OK up there, Jamey. Michel is not going to do anything. I’m sure of that.”
“I know that. That’s not my concern. Have you noticed anything about Michel lately?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well anything about eating habits or ….”
“I’ve hardly been here and Michel hasn’t left the house except for school … so, no … I don’t know anything that would help.”
“He needed help upstairs, getting into the shower … and I Always thought Michel was quite a well-developed, buff guy … but that’s changed. I could count almost all of his ribs. He must have lost quite a bit of weight. Didn’t you notice how his t-shirt was very loose and his jeans almost falling down?”
“Yeah … I noticed his t-shirt as he used to wear them quite tight at one time.”
“I think he’s doing that on purpose. He might be eating but I suspect he throws up the moment he returns to his room.”
“Damn! I’m not sure I’m the proper person to raise that with his parents.”
“I’m not sure I am, either, to be honest . And I’m certainly not sure at the moment that I want to tell them I helped him undress.”
“Did he really need your help then, Jamey?”
“Yeah. I’m not sure you noticed but he never stood alone anywhere in the room for very long. Most of the times he made sure he could sit down.”
“I thought that that was just because … well, you know … he didn’t want to be the centre of attention.”
“No … it’s clear that he didn’t have the energy to stand very long, sir.”
“Damn! I might need to talk with his mother then. Maybe she’ll see the light.”
“Maybe. If not, let me know, OK? I can always talk with granddad to see if he knows off a solution.”
“Good idea. It seems that, at his age, he might have some influence. I guess you’d better go up to Michel and see how he’s doing. If you need anything, Jamey, let me know.”
“I will and, if I notice anything else with Michel, I will as well.”
We shook hands and I went into the living room.
Michel’s mom came towards me. “Be careful, Jamey. Michel puts a lot of trust in you. Even we’re not allowed in his room any more. Don’t hurt him, OK?”
“I never would. I know you don’t know me but we were quite good friends … all of us are, you know.”
I could hear Michel’s dad make a strange noise when I said that. I’d had it with him, though, and with Michel’s mom. I felt sufficient courage to say, “I’m sorry, sir, but you’d better stop implying anything is amiss. We’re all very monogamous … we don’t sleep around like you seem to think.”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I felt a little push from Michel’s mom but also saw a smile on her face as she urged me towards the door which led up to the stairs to Michel’s bedroom.
Michel’s bedroom door was closed. I knocked on it.
“Come on in, Jamey,” Michel yelled from inside.
I opened the door and stepped inside.
“I thought I’d better get ready for bed as I’m tired,” Michel said.
He was lying in bed under the covers but still with a t-shirt on.
“If you want to go to sleep, I can leave, Michel.”
“No, I want you to stay. To be honest, I’d hoped you could stay the night.”
“Oh … if you want me , I will … but I’ll have to call granddad first, though.”
“You can use my cell phone.”
“I’ll wait as he’ll still be on his way home … but he should be home for certain in about 15 minutes.”
“OK … well, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” Michel suggested. As he said that, he pushed the duvet open and I could see that, although he was wearing a t-shirt, he’d taken his pants off. He was now showing a nice pair of red boxer briefs with a bit more volume in the crotch than I think he would normally.