CHAPTER TWO – DIENCEPHALON (CONTINUED)...

Part II – Lies, lies, lies.

Nothing is ever certain.

“Can you stop calling him the fat man? I’ve said I’ll do it. Let’s make it enjoyable,” Joel told Grif.

“Everything’s enjoyable for you,” Griffin laughed. “Henry, that’s his name.”

Jack was in the armchair saying nothing, but listening.

“If you want?” Grif was toying with the idea. “Jack could take your place.”

“Me!” Jack looked at him. “Doing what?”

“Don’t play the innocent, you know what this club is. Fuck, you’re friends with Kado.”

Jack didn’t answer, just looked away, back regarding the floor.

That’s it, Grif thought. Fuck this, I’ve had enough. “Stand up!”

Startled by Grif’s commanding tone, the boy stood.

“Get naked,” Grif continued with the same strong voice. Joel sat watching from the bed.

“Fuck you!” Jack just stood there.

“Take your FUCKING clothes off,” Grif’s voice had a hint of anger in it. “I’m responsible and if it’s gonna work... we need to see.”

“See what?” There was more than just a hint of uncertainty in Jack’s voice.

“You’re gay, right?”

“NO! Who told you that?”

“Oh come on Jack. What the fuck are you doing here if you’re not fucking gay?”

Joel was thinking about himself, watching all this play out. He must, he considered, he must be gay himself. He thought he had never been attracted to boys. Not before he got here, and that was pure chance, a hazard encounter on the street.

“Kado offered me to stay here.”

“And how’d you meet him? Don’t tell me you didn’t know Kado is gay?”

“I’m not having sex...” Jack’s voice sort of did a funny little quivering, “with you.” And as if to qualify what he had said, “both of you.”

Grif could see right through the kid, he was talking one thing, but his whole body was saying something else. The attraction was right there in his eyes. That’s why he kept looking at the floor. The kid wanted sex, Grif knew it, maybe Joel saw that too.

Grif came to stand face to face in front of Jack. His hands reached down to Jack’s belt, carefully he unbuckled the clasp, pulled the leather strap out, then moved to flip open the top button of his jeans.

Jack was like a statue, frozen in time, not moving. He felt excited, he’d said he didn’t want sex, but he wanted it. His mind was drifting with the thoughts of the two of them making love with him. He only wanted it to be real, he didn’t want to be used.

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Grif had his hands on Jack’s jeans. He slid them down his legs, all the way to the floor.

Joel watched, his cock rock hard.

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“Mommy, mommy... MOMMY!” She was in the bedroom before he had screamed the third and loudest time.

“It was just a dream,” she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “A bad dream, only a dream.” She brushed her hand through his hair, calming her little boy’s fears.

The rain lashed against the bedroom window, spluttered against the glass, tiny fragments of light reflected into the room from the street lights outside. The room was almost bare, emptied of all their belongings. She hoped the nightmares might stop when they finished the move. New place, new start, but the same ever present rain.

How can it continue? She asked herself, not just thinking about the weather, but more the whole situation.

Turning her attention back to her son, “You’ll see your uncle tomorrow, and Joel,” she smiled her reassuring motherly smile, even if he couldn’t see it in the dim glow of the nightlight. “It will be nice having your big brother back.”

“Yeah, I like Joel... a lot,” he told her what she already knew. She bent down and kissed his forehead. “Will you be alright now, or do you want to come to bed with me?”

He thought about it. He never usually had more than one bad dream. “I’ll be alright mommy, it was just a bit scary.” Then as if in confirmation that everything was okay, he changed the subject. “Will I share a room with Joel?”

“Well I don’t know Charlie. We will have to wait and see. Now you go back to sleep, It’s a long trip tomorrow.”

“I don’t mind sharing a room.”

“I know you don’t darling. Now go back to sleep. I’ll leave the door open a little bit.”

She waited while he turned over on his side, then she pulled the covers up, tucked him in and went back to bed herself, glancing to look back before closing the door.

She couldn’t get to sleep, but lay there thinking about things, listening to the rain. Events played through her head. It was difficult to imagine what the future held, but at least, she thought, they did have some family in the west. The air had become too polluted here, the risk of contamination too high.

Whatever they said, it was half truths and lies. Lies, lies, and more lies. Fake news was everywhere. She was so used to it, like everyone else, she paid no attention to what was being said. It was almost impossible to discern the truth that was now so deeply buried nobody knew how they had gotten here.

There was no future for Charlie, she knew that much, but of course she had to try to protect him. She could never tell him the truth, or what she knew, that just wasn’t possible.

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Jack was every bit as cute as Grif, Joel watched him standing there completely naked in the middle of the basement room. The kid was kind of scrawny, long arms, hands with delicately long fingers. You could easily see the outline of his hips, but he was all the same attractive.

Joel had to wonder at that thought – attractive. He had a desire to see the boy turned around, he was hard as a rock, and was entranced by the scene unfolding before him. Now he was certain he had always been attracted to the same sex, it had just maybe been buried.

Grif was on his knees in front of Jack, playing with him. Touching his balls, licking the tip of his penis. The kid had his arms out, touching Grif’s head, not knowing if he could take hold. Wanting to. Oh yes, he wanted to. He wanted to pull Grif’s head into him and push his cock into Grif’s mouth.

Grif stood up. Looked at Jack a moment. The basement was silent, except for the sound of their breathing and a faint occasional clanging in the pipes.

“You can’t tell me you’re not gay now?” Grif moved inches from Jack.

He said nothing in response, but his cock jumped, twitched. It was getting moist.

Grif could be crazy sexually, Joel knew it, had experienced it. Grif was total sex. Exciting did not go far enough to describe it.

Jack trembled.

Joel stood up off the bed and started to get undressed, trying not to take his eyes off the action.

Grif reached a hand down and took hold of Jack’s erection. He massaged the juice seeping from the tip. Moved his now moist hand along the shaft.

Jack’s legs wavered.

Grif placed his free hand behind Jack’s head. He gripped the kid’s cock a little firmer, sliding his hand downwards, pulling back the foreskin. Backwards and forwards playing over the head of Jack’s cock.

He pulled Jack’s head towards him, and their lips touched. Jack opened his mouth to let Grif’s tongue probe inside.

Joel was stripped. He moved to join them. Grif watched Joel out of the corner of his eye, still maintaining his kiss, still working Jack’s cock.

Joel came behind Jack, put an arm around his waist, felt his buttocks and gave them a squeeze. Grif broke the kiss. Jack could feel Joel’s hard penis moving across his arse. Grif spoke into Jack’s ear, “I’m gonna let Joel fuck you first.”

Grif felt the little shot of pre-cum ooze out of Jack. Joel’s cock was now resting between Jack’s arse cheeks. Jack shivered involuntarily. The boy wanted it.