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LUXURY OF LIES
BOOK ONE
CHAPTER THREE
(MICHAEL)
The next day came quicker then I would have liked, I hadn't slept very well that night, what with everything that was going through my mind. First of all I had sucked off a guy's dick, well not just any guy but Wayne, the guy I had been watching forever. What if I hadn't been gay, then what would I have done. Would I have got mad, I would have thought it was nothing. This was going through my mind along with the fact that I had actually hit Chase.
I really felt bad about that and hadn't talked to him since it happened. First of all I didn't know how to tell him I was sorry without explaining what I was doing. I really didn't think I could say, I was jacking-off well fantasizing about have Wayne Westwood fuck me. Would he understand, or would he think his older brother was some sort of freak. I knew I had to face the day regardless if I was ready to or not. I pulled the covers off of my naked body and moved towards the dresser grabbing a pair jockey shorts, I had never been much on Boxer's I just didn't feel like they felt comfortable on me. I walked into the shower and turned the water on has hot as I could stand it. I stood under the hot spray letting my body enjoy the smooth feel of the soothing waters. I watched as the water ran down my chest and off my jutting seven inch cock, dropping in a puddle near my feet. I grabbed the base of my hard-on with my hand and began to slowly and deliberately pull the skin back and forth with my right hand, well my left hand ran back and forth across my ass, I ran a finger across my ass crack, imagining it was Wayne's cock, working it's way into my ass. I was lost in total bliss, eyes closed well I worked myself to a thudering orgasm.
I got dressed and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. I passed Chase's bedroom and noticed his door was still closed, which meant he was still in his room. I knocked on the door and waited for him to say come in.
He didn't say anything, so I figured he was still mad at me. Oh, well, we had had fights before and I knew we would make up eventually. Miss Barton had two plates piled high with breakfast goodies, sitting at the table in the kitchen. We had a large diningroom, but come to think of it, the only time we ever ate in their was when mom and dad were home, which wasn't very often. I sat down and started to scraf down the feast, when Miss Barton walked in.
"Good morning, Michael," she said, "are you feeling better today."
"Yes, Miss Barton," I said, "thanks for not asking what was wrong."
She kissed the top of my forehead and touched my arm, something my own mother should have done. But then Miss Barton was more of a mother to me then my own mother. I had always wanted to call her mom, but I knew that she would strictly deny it. But then I also thought that calling her Miss Barton was kinda formal. I knew she was just hired help and it was her job to raise Chase and me. But to me she was more, she was a friend someone I truly loved. "Miss Barton," I said, "can I ask you a question?"
"Yes, Michael," she said, "anything you want."
"I've always called you Miss Barton," I said, "but I feel somehow that it doesn't seem right. I know I can't call you mom, because I do have a mom, but I wish I could call you something other then Miss Barton. Would it be all right if I call you by your first name? If you say no then it will be alright."
She thought for a moment before she said, "Do you even know my first name?"
I thought about it, and realized I didn't. I shook my head no.
"It's Clara," she said, "and yes you can call me by my first name, unless your parents are around, and then you must refer to me as Miss Barton. If Chase wants to call me Clara too, then it's okay with me, but the same thing applies to him."
"Thanks, Clara," I said, standing up and giving her the biggest hug I had ever given her.
(CHASE)
I checked my hair in the mirror making sure the sway was just the right way in front of my face, without covering my eyes, tightened the tie I was forced to wear and head down the stairs. I knew Miss Barton would have a big breakfast waiting for me. I was never really hungry in the mornings, but I just didn't have the heart to tell Miss Barton to not go through the trouble. I was about to open the door and head down the stairs, when I heard a knock on my door, I knew it was Michael, but at that moment I really didn't want to talk to him. Hell, he had hit me, and for what I wasn't sure. Oh, yeah of course I had walked in on him without knocking at his room and found him naked. I had went to sleep that night, but all I could see in my minds eye was the way Michael cock laid against his leg. I checked myself out a few times and had to say I wasn't too shabby in the cock department at least for a thirteen year old, but Michael's was well I quess I'll just say it, awesome. I felt myself wanting to touch it, run my hands along it and feel his pulse in my hand. I had never given any thought to being gay, and really still didn't think I was, I still enjoyed looking at the nude females I had downloaded from the internet. I wasn't really much on the fake celebrity sites, since I knew without a doubt that Britney Spears tits weren't as big as they were in some of those pictures. I enjoyed the real ones, of young girls, at least over the age of eighteen, who were just kinda posing for the camera. I had many good jack-off sessions, looking at them pictures. But last night my jack-off session wasn't about them girls, or anyother girl, my jack-off session last night was about Michael.
I waited a few minutes, until I was sure Michael had left. I checked the hall to make sure he wasn't waiting for me and headed down the stairs. As I got closer to the kitchen I could hear Michael thanking someone named Clara.
At that moment I had no idea who Clara was.
"Who's Clara?" I asked, grabbing my plate and moving it to the otherside of the table. "I'm Clara," Miss Barton said, "I told Michael that you and him can call me Clara, but when your parents are around then you need to call me Miss Barton."
"I like that," I said, "I think I'll like calling you Clara, it's a lot better then Miss Barton. Miss Barton makes you sound like a teacher."
I grabbed the syrup and poured it over everything on my plate, and proceeded to scarf it down. I kept my eyes down so I could avoid making eye contact with Michael. I figured he was probably sorry about everything, but I was still angry with him, I just wanted to check and see if he was all right and then he goes and hits me. Well he would just have to live with his guilt. Miss Barton, oh sorry I mean Clara, it would take a little while for me to get used to calling her Clara after years of being programmed to call her Miss Barton, never asked any questions when Michael and me had a fight, I guess she figured we'd work it out ourselves. And most of the time we did, which I was sure we were going to this time.
"Clara," I said, "I have swimming practice this afternoon, so could you please make sure Myle's remembers to pick me up at five instead of three. The district swim meet is on Friday and I want to get a couple of extra practices in, my turns need some work."
Michael laughed, which angered me, "What," I said, "What are you laughing at." I wanted to get up and slap him across the face, just so he would know what it felt like.
"Everybody knows your the best damn swimmer in the district, hell I wouldn't be surprised if in a few years you weren't trying out for the olympics..."
"And you know why I'm the best, because I practice... practice... practice..."
Michael then mouthed the words to where only I could see them, "I'm sorry."
I smiled and knew that everything was gonna be all right.
"Do you wanna come and watch me practice," I said, "then we can drive back home together."
"I'd love to little bro," he said, "but I'm planning to hang out with a friend today, but I'll meet you at the pool at quarter till five and we can ride home together."
(WAYNE)
"Man, what took you so long, I thought I was gonna start collecting social securty waiting for your ass," I said, when I saw Michael walking towards me.
"You have to have a job before you can collect social security and who would hire your sorry ass.
"Your mom," I said.
"For what," Michael said, "to take out the garbage."
"I can't believe you called your mom garbage,"
We both started laughing.
I wanted to kiss him right there, I wanted to press my lips against his gorgeous lips and taste whatever he had for breakfast on his breath.
"Are you still gonna spend the afternoon with me?" I asked.
He smiled and said, "I wouldn't miss it for the world.