Super Jeff

The following story is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is offensive to you or you are too young, please exit now. This story is the property of the author and may not be reproduced without his permission. John Tucker, JETjt@aol.com

SUPER JEFF

Chapter Twenty-one

DR. JEFF RICHARDS II'S POV

They were gone. I completed as much of my diagnosis as I was able with the somewhat primitive equipment in the hospital. I explained that unless we had the best in electronic imaging that was available, the scope of the disease spread was a poor guess. Even exploratory surgery would be far less exact. Since no such equipment was available, I was directed to write out the order for the tests. Afterward I was placed in a room with Mel and the door was locked and guarded. I was delighted to be with her again. She appeared tired and bored, but our conversation was neither.

"You look terrible Jeff," she said after our initial embrace.

"You look tired too," I replied, "but seeing you again is wonderful. I was worried."

"I'm sure I look a wreck. I'm fine though," she responded. "Why are we here? Tell me what you know."

"I'm not sure if anyone has told you, but we're in Damascus, Syria, and in a hospital here."

"You have a patient?" she queried.

"Yes, ^Å.Osama Bin Laden. He was diagnosed with cancer. My initial examination and the review of his doctors' records confirm that it's probably true."

"Osama? My God! He has cancer?"

"It appears that way," I repeated.

"It would be a blessing if he just died," Mel said.

"Not for us, I'm afraid," I countered. "Our freedom is contingent on his recovery."

"Will you be able to cure him?" she asked.

"It's too early to tell. If it's spread, it could be nearly impossible."

"Why did they allow us to be together now?' she asked.

"I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. "I suspect that they've taken Bin Laden out of the country for a CT scan and an MRI. If that's true, it would be easier to guard us together than separately."

"They have no such equipment here?" she asked.

"No, and trying to transport, hook-up and test those machines is a daunting task, requiring a lot of technical expertise, not to mention that that equipment is notoriously expensive. My guess is that Bin Laden's party is headed for either France or Germany. Both countries are well equipped with such machines and technicians. I wouldn't be surprised if they return tomorrow, or at least day-after."

"Do you think they might have gone to England?"

"Highly unlikely," I ventured. "With their socialized medicine, all that kind of equipment is virtually all owned by the Government and its use is carefully tracked."

"How about radiation treatment? Do they have the equipment for that here?" Mel continued.

"I hope so," I answered, "and if so I hope they have trained technicians. I'm not trained to operate that kind of machinery.

"What do you think our chances are of getting out of this mess?" Mel asked.

"Honestly, slim to none," I answered. "I hope I'm pessimistic but I wouldn't trust these guys as far as I can throw them. Their word means nothing."

"Perhaps we'll be part of a miracle. Stranger things have happened," she said trying to lift the gloom I was feeling. "At least we have each other."

I smiled then kissed her. How could things be hopeless when you're with the one you love?

JEFF'S POV

The sun was brightly shining through the windows when I woke. Chris' place beside me was empty and I could see that the bathroom door was closed. Climbing out of bed, I walked to the door. As I reached for the lever, I could hear the shower running inside. The room as I entered was humid and Chris' naked, mist-shrouded body could be only faintly seen through the clear glass walls of the large shower. It was a sight of which dreams are made.

"I hope there's some hot water left for me," I said, announcing my entry as I joined him inside the enclosure."

"Mornin' Babe," he said with a kiss. "I'm about finished, so the shower is all yours."

"Shoot, I was hoping we could play around a little," I said with a sly grin.

"If you wouldn't sleep so late we'd have time," he chided.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's nearly nine. I guess that means that we will miss our morning run," he replied hopefully.

"Don't count on it," I retorted. "Let's see what's happening and if there's time we'll squeeze in a couple of miles. We've not been on schedule since we went to camp. I know that there are more important things to think about now, but I can really see a difference in your body, and your golf game has improved more than I dreamed possible for such a short time. It would be a shame to slide backwards."

"As much as I'd like to stay and play with your handsome bod, I think we'd better get on with it if you're gonna make me work," Chris replied.

"Have it your own way," I kidded. "Just remember when those hormones get charging around in your body today, that you had your chance for relief and you turned it down."

"I suppose I could stay for just a little longer," Chris said with a grin, reversing his decision to leave. I wondered if he'd planned it that way all along. I wasn't about to argue.

"That's my man," I said, taking him in my arms and thrusting my pelvis into his, trapping our erect organs between us.

We began to move up and down, sliding our generous cocks against our partner's body. In moments I felt Chris' body tense up as my own was equally responding to the friction. We grasped each other tightly as our breathing increased and low moans escaped our lips. In a heated frenzy our cocks erupted and spurt after spurt of thick cream decorated our abdomens. Finally with a shudder of near pain we pulled apart, then stepped further back letting the water from the shower heads rinse the products of our passion down the drain.

"That didn't take long, did it?" I asked with a smile and a kiss.

"Mmmmm," Chris murmured, my lips blocking the answer.

"Let's rinse off and get downstairs," I said. "We can take this up again after our run."

"The prospect almost makes running worthwhile," commented my lover.

"Almost?" I asked.

"Heh, heh, heh," Chris chortled as he opened the door to the enclosure and exited.

CHRIS' POV

It's not like I hate running that much. It's just a game that Jeff and I play. Yeah, I'd probably not do it if left to my own devices, but just watching Jeff's ass as he jogs ahead of me is worth the pain. The rest of it is just grousing to let Jeff know how important he is to me. I know he wants me to improve myself, and now that it's happening I am delighted with the results. I've never felt so alive. I know Jeff thinks it's because of the exercise, but really it's because of him. I love the guy and I'd go into hell with him if he wanted me to.

We finished dressing and headed down for some breakfast. When we arrived we found Tyler Turner off in the corner on the phone and Rick and Mandy at the table just finishing their breakfast meal.

"Hi guys," Rick said in greeting as we approached.

"Mornin' Rick. Mornin' Mandy," Jeff responded.

"Hi back," I added.

"Grab something to eat and sit down," Amanda ordered. "Tyler is on the phone with his office. He'll rejoin us in a minute."

"Has he heard anything?" Jeff asked

"If not he's holding the phone upside down," Mandy joked.

"You doof! You know what I mean! Our parents, remember them?"

"How could I ever forget?" she replied suddenly turning serious. "I really don't know if Tyler has heard anything. I guess we'll know in a few minutes."

We filled our plates from the warmers on the sideboard and pulled up chairs to the table where we joined Rick and Amanda.

"Thanks for making breakfast Mandy," I said.

"Don't thank me," she said blushing. "Rick did the cooking."

"It smells wonderful! Are Ben and Jon up yet?" I asked as I took a bite of scrambled eggs.

"We haven't seen them, but I'm not surprised," Rick answered. "Growing kids need their sleep."

"If we have time, we're going to take a quick run this morning," Jeff said. "You're both welcome to join us."

"Does that include me?" Tyler asked stepping over to the table and sitting down.

"If you're up to running with us young guys," Jeff chided.

"Hey! Watch it bub!" Tyler said laughing. "I'll take on any of you that think you can outrun me."

"I'd be careful about taking that challenge if I were you," Mandy interjected, looking at me. "Have you seen Tyler's legs and ass?"

Jeff grinned. "Is the Pope Catholic?" He asked rhetorically.

"I guess my question was kinda stupid, considering the company," Amanda admitted.

I didn't think it was possible, but Tyler blushed.

Everyone laughed as Tyler squirmed.

"On a more serious note," Rick asked interrupting the degenerated conversation, "is there any news about Jeff and Mandy's parents?

"Yes there is," Tyler answered.

All heads turned to Tyler as he looked at Jeff and Mandy.

"The news from London is that there is a high probability your parents were taken out of the country on a private jet," Tyler began." From what they've been able to ascertain so far, the plane was headed either to North Africa or the Middle East. We should know more soon. We may have to find out the hard way, because there are a number of countries in that part of the world that are not, shall we say, cooperative with the West. Nevertheless, with a little luck we should be able to discover the final destination of the suspect aircraft. The second bit of news is that the FBI believes they know one or more of Frank's attackers. They even think they have a lead on their location. That's very confidential though and should not be repeated to anyone."

"We understand," Jeff acknowledged. "If the Feds know who they are, they must have some clue as to why they were after us."

"It's pure supposition at this stage, but it stands to reason that whoever kidnapped your parents were the same people that were after you," Tyler explained.

"Can you tell us who they suspect?" Amanda asked with interest.

"They think at least one of the attackers is an Al Qaeda operative," Tyler revealed.

"Wow! That's Osama Bin Laden's terrorist group!" I exclaimed.

"You're right Chris," Tyler confirmed . Tyler's cell phone began to ring and he quickly flipped it open.

"Tyler Turner," he spoke into the small speaker.

He listened for a moment.

"Thanks. Someone did some good work," he commented before he thanked the caller again and said goodbye before disconnecting the call.

"Damascus Syria," he said in a simple explanation.

"I thought Bin Laden was in Pakistan," Rick commented.

"That's where the latest information places him, but you must realize that no one is sure. He's a master at hiding out and with his wealth and local help, he could be anywhere," Tyler commented. "At least we have a place to start looking. We're not sure that it's Bin Laden anyway. It could be any number of people, either Al Qaeda or people they help. It's pretty certain that it's someone important though. This whole thing is no small operation."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Jeff asked.

"Not really," Tyler answered. "We just need to keep you safe. In that vein, I guess I'll run with you this morning. That way my security men will not have to go."

"That's cool," Jeff replied. "We're going to work out when we get back, so you're welcome to join us in that too, if you'd like."

"I'd like that," Tyler agreed. "I've gotten so busy that I've missed a couple of my workout sessions. I always feel better when I keep myself fit."

"I told ya," Jeff said looking at me.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied with a sneer.

By this time, we'd finished our breakfast which we'd kept light because of the planned jog.

"I'm finished," Jeff announced. "I'll go up and ask Ben and Jon if they want to run with us."

"I think we'll come too," Amanda announced.

"Ok, let's meet back here in 10 minutes," I suggested.

"Done deal," Tyler replied as we all stood and began our departure from the kitchen toward our rooms.

BEN'S POV

`Damn! Who's knockin' on the door at this hour?' my sleepy brain asked itself.

"I'm comin'," I yelled loud while I rolled away from Jon and headed for the door. Grabbing the handle the door unlocked and unlatched. I pushed the lever down and pulled the door open, seein' Jeff standin' in the hallway.

"Nice outfit." Jeff commented.

I looked down and saw that I was nekkid as a plucked chicken. My dark skin covered up my blush but I'm sure that my skin heat musta gone up ten degrees when I said stupidly, "Woops!"

"No problem my friend," Jeff said grinning. "Congratulations though."

"For what? I asked.

"Well besides for your more than adequate sexual development, you and Jon have been graciously invited to run with us this morning. In short, you've been sitting on your butts far too long."

I was ready to squawk about it some, but then I remembered us at camp.

"Uh, `kay bro," I agreed.

"Roust your roommate and get on your running gear. We'll meet in the kitchen in ten minutes. You'll have just enough time for a glass if O.J. if you hurry."

"We'll be there," I promised.

I closed the door and turned to the bed where Jon was just wakin' up.

"Up and at `em," I tol' him in a loud voice.

"Huh?" Jon responded like his mouth was full of cotton. "Whassup?"

"We're goin' with Jeff and Chris on a mornin' run," I told him.

"Not me bro, I wanna get me some more sleep."

I ducked in the bathroom, grabbed a robe off the door hook and puttin' it on, walked through the bedroom toward the hallway door.

"Where ya goin'?" Jon asked.

"I'm gonna go git Jeff. I ain't gonna argue with you."

I held up as I reach for the door handle. As I figgered, Jon spoke up.

"Okay, okay, I'll go," he gave in. "Jus' give me a minute to wake myself up."

"We got 7 minutes to make it to the kitchen or no O.J. before we run."

"I guess we'd better shag ass then," he said climbin' out of bed.

We were downstairs 2 minutes ahead of time, and was able to grab not just a glass of orange juice, but a piece o' toast. Before we could eat our light snack the whole bunch showed up. Besides Jeff and Chris, Rick and Amanda, and Tyler Turner too was dressed for the run. Seein' us all there, Tyler snapped open his phone and told one of his guys to follow us in the car parked `cross the street and the other one to come on in and guard the house while we was away.

"I thought we were running alone with you," Jeff stated.

"I changed my mind. With this many of us it won't hurt to have the extra protection," answered Mr. Tyler. "We're pretty vulnerable out there in the open."

"Whatever works," Jeff said. "Let's go."

By the time we reached the outside the guard from the car was comin' up to the house.

"We'll be back in about 45 minutes," Tyler yelled to him as we went trottin' down the drive.

"If you go in the breakfast room," Jeff yelled just as loud, "there's coffee and some breakfast. Help yourself."

The gate was still open from the guard's comin' in and we jogged out the hole. As we got through the gap, the gate started to swing closed.

Ten minutes later we were, thank the Lord, out of the hilly roads and stretched out in a long string of runners. Jeff was leadin' with Amanda close on his ass. I was third, havin' let em get ahead of me when we started and then puttin' on a little hustle to catch up with the two of em ahead. About 20 feet behind me Tyler was matchin' my picked-up speed, and at the time Chris was hangin' back with Jon bringin' up the rear. Behind `em about a half-block the Aztec-Turner car was laggin' behind, keepin' us in sight but not stayin' too close because of stop signs and red lights. As I closed the space between me and the Richards kids, I hear the roar of a car as it jetted past me. It tore by Jeff and Amanda, then slammed on its brakes and turned to cross the curb and sidewalk, blockin' our paths. A man jumped outta the passenger door and pointed a ugly lookin' Uzi at Jeff and Manda.

"You!" he screamed, pointin' at Jeff and Miss Mandy. "In the car!"

The two of `em screeched to a halt, stopping dead in their tracks. I wasn't so lucky. Before I could shut my mouth, I slammed into Manda's back, throwin' her ass over teakettle into Jeff who went down like a rock too. A look of fuckin' shock crossed the bad guy's face when he saw three of us sprawled out in a heap on the ground. It was the last look he ever had. Behind me a humungous boom went off and a red hole appeared in the guy's forehead and the back of his head sprayed blood, bone and brains all over that car. I looked back and there was ole Mr. Tyler with a smokin' gun in his hand. I think I woulda puked my guts out but there wasn't time.

The driver, ready to ram and jam, stepped on the gas. Wham! Another car, the one followin' us, jumped curb and rammed his ass, spinnin' the car into a lamp post where it came to a stop. The security man jumped from his car, gun drawn and rushed the driver's door. Tyler too charged the door on the other side. In a split second, two pistols were pointin' at the dazed driver's head.

"Keep your hands in plain sight!?" Tyler shouted. "If you move you're dead."

The security man opened the door, and grabbin' the man by the coat jerked him outta the car and threw his ass on the ground. Tyler ran `round the smashed car, keeping his gun pointed on the man's head while the security man stuck plastic cuffs on the man's wrists.

"Stand him up," Tyler ordered when the man was bound. "I'll help."

Tyler and the security man grabbed the driver under the arms and hauled him to his feet. The man wobbled on his legs, still woozy from the crash. Pushin' the man against his car, Tyler patted the man down and came out with a pistol and knife. Tyler found that the man was booby trapped, wearing a bomb. I guess he was willing to blow his ass up rather than be captured. Quickly findin' the thing that would set the whole thing off, Tyler jerked it from off the stuff, makin' the bomb useless.

Grabbin' his cell phone, Tyler hit `speed dial' to the cell number of that agent Johnson of the FBI. Explainin' quick what happened and where we were, Tyler asked the agent to call the local cops and asked them to bring the bomb guys if they could.

This stuff all happened in such a blur of action, while the three of us was picking ourselves off the ground and the two late-comers caught up, that we just stood with our mouth opened up in shock. In not even five minutes, the first local cop car arrived. Tyler put away his piece and identified himself to the patrolman. The officer moved to the bad guy, still being covered by Tyler's guy and took over his guardin' of the prisoner. Within 10 minutes 6 more patrol cars were parked at the scene. About then that Agent Johnson guy shows up saying that the FBI guys were the head niggers of this caper. A Captain cop shows up next who then told his guys to let the FBI have the prisoner. That wasn't a joke as a buncha the Feds arrived about then. The local cops taped off the area and some traffic cops waved car traffic around the block to keep `em far away from us.

I never seen so much of a mess in my life. I mean, there musta been 4 or 5 guys with writing tablets questioning us all and measuring and taking pictures. I'm thinking that maybe livin' with Jeff is rougher than livin' in the `hood.

TYLER'S POV

In spite of the trauma that the attempted kidnapping caused, there was one really bright side. We had a prisoner. It was the break I was praying for. I know it will be difficult to make him talk, but somehow we need to get out of him what he knows. It might not be much but if we can find out only what his orders were and confirm that he's Al Qaeda, then it will begin to put the puzzle together that will lead us to Dr. Jeff and Dr. Mel. I know from Agent Johnson that the Feds have already covertly asked the Israelis for help in Syria. They have the most expert and experienced spy network in the Middle East. For them it's a necessity for survival. With some further luck maybe a rescue can be engineered. It's unlikely that negotiations will work since I'm sure the Government would sacrifice two of our citizens for the capture or death of Bin Laden, though of course, they'd never admit it. We just have to see that something like that can't happen.

It seemed to take forever for the reports and interrogations to be completed at the scene. I called in three of my own experts who worked with the FBI in analyzing the incident. Fortunately two of them were ex-FBI agents, which commanded a lot of respect. After some initial reluctance by the Feds, my investigators worked hand-in-hand with the Bureau guys and made some substantial contributions. Finally after nearly an hour, we were released to return home. I'm sure the younger folks were bored silly by the time we were allowed to leave.

The car that my agent had been driving was drivable, so we took off, after redoing our stretches, to finish our run. Thirty minutes later we arrived back home. Everyone, except Amanda, hit the gym for a good workout before taking a shower, a sauna, another shower, a dip in the hot tub, then a third shower. We left the exercise building knowing that our bodies had been challenged and thoroughly cleansed.

We decided to order in for lunch, so we all dressed and met downstairs.

"I hate to tell you this guys," I said once we'd assembled in the family room, "but I really need to be going. I called my pilot while I was upstairs dressing, and he should be here in a bit over an hour. I've got a replacement car coming to exchange for the damaged one. When it gets here one agent will deliver me to the airport and the other will remain here with you."

"Is all the security necessary now?" Jeff asked me. ."I mean, the bad guys have been captured."

"We hope," I replied. "Al Qaeda cells, from what we've been able to ascertain are rarely made up of two guys. More typically there are six or more. We have to assume that there will be another attempt. I talked to my brother Ron too. We both agree that you will be safer with us in Las Vegas. First, it will get you away from here and the Al Qaeda operatives might have some difficulty finding you. Second, we have a large piece of property there and it's fully guarded day and night. Third, we'd really like to have you as our guests for a while."

"That's hard to turn down," Jeff admitted, "but what about Frank and Paul?"

"I was thinking that they could join you as soon as Frank can be released or transported, in case his recovery is prolonged. I can send one of our other planes to pick you up tomorrow afternoon. We can rendezvous later at the Las Vegas airport. If Frank is not able to travel tomorrow, we'll send a plane back for him and Paul as soon as he can get out of the hospital. We could even Medevac him if he wants to come earlier."

"You remember that Rick and I need to get back East at the end of the week?" Mandy asked.

"Sure, that should be no problem," Tyler stated. "We'll fly you back there. If we think there is still a danger to your persons, a security team will go with you or one from one of our other offices will meet you when you arrive. With luck we'll have some better news by then about your parents."

"I'm for going," Jeff stated. "I just hate to put you out like this Tyler."

"It's no problem," I assured the group. "Dan and I have six empty guest rooms at our place and I think Ron has at least four in his main house and a guest house with plenty of room for at least four more people. We also have our own jogging track, exercise rooms, horseback riding, and all the movies and games you'd ever think of using. There's little here that we don't have in Las Vegas."

"Do you happen to have a piano?" Jeff asked.

"Dan and I don't but Ron has a Steinway in his music room. I'm sure he'd allow you to use it."

"How about a golf course?" Chris asked. "Jeff is trying to improve my game."

I laughed.

"No, I'm afraid that we don't, though our property is large enough. We can arrange for tee times though on some fabulous courses. It's a bit warm at this time of year, but I'm sure that we can arrange early tee times so that you can finish before it gets too hot."

"That would work," Jeff said with a smile. "What do you think Mandy?"

"Let's go," she agreed. "At least we wouldn't have the neighbors all worried like they might be if we stayed. I presume that you'll still have security here at the house?"

"Yes, we'll have three men assigned to the house and will never have less than one on duty. If it's alright with you, I'd rather they be allowed to stay inside. We have some portable security cameras that we can place around so that they can maintain complete surveillance. We can keep in touch with the FBI and Homeland Security from Las Vegas too. Our office there is well equipped and we already work with the local Homeland Security people, since we have a contract with the Government."

"What time do you want us at the airport tomorrow?" Jeff asked.

"I think we'll shoot for 3 PM," I said. "If anything changes, I'll call. That way you can go see Frank in the morning and perhaps even get him checked out, if not today then tomorrow."

"Yeah, we need to go see him soon," Jeff replied. "I'll call you and let you know what we find out."

Just then the buzzer rang at the gate. Jeff ran to answer and to open the gate if it was our lunch. It turned out it was so after paying for the meal, Jeff brought in all the goodies to the breakfast room and we spent the next while chowing down with little conversation. When we finished I realized that it was nearly time to go. I looked outside and saw that the new car was across the street.

"Well guys," I said. I see that my ride has arrived. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"No. Thank you," Amanda replied. "I don't think we've adequately thanked you for saving our lives."

She stepped up to me and planted a big kiss on my lips. It took me so much by surprise that everyone in the room laughed.

"I'd suggest that you wipe off the lipstick before you see Dan," Chris said, still laughing.

"Yeah, I'm sure that would be fun to explain," I agreed.

Everyone laughed again. I excused myself to retrieve my bag from upstairs, and when I returned everyone was waiting for me in the front entry hall.

"We really thank you," Jeff said echoing Amanda's thoughts. "You rescued us, protected us and have become a really good friend."

Before I knew what hit me, Jeff too planted a kiss on my lips. I blushed more this time than the last, while everyone again laughed. I must say that his time I was more into it. I have to hand it to Jeff, he sure knows how to kiss. And he doesn't leave lipstick marks either.

After saying goodbye, I stepped out the door and waved the waiting car from across the street onto the covered drive. On its arrival, I again said goodbye and climbed in. With a wave we were on the way to John Wayne Airport.

AMANDA'S POV

The trip to see Frank was uneventful. We were all happy to see that he was recovering well from the attack. Of course Paul was still by his side, looking worse for the wear. Nonetheless they were both cheerful and pleased at the prognosis. We told them about Tyler's offer and they agreed to come along too as long as the doctor would agree.

We stayed for around a half-hour, chatting and filling Frank and Paul in on the day's events and news of the search for our parents. They were both shocked at the attempted kidnapping, but pleased that the news of our parents was making some headway.

Paul slipped away when the doctor came by to chat with him about releasing Frank. The doctor said that Frank could not leave until at least Wednesday because of the possibility of wounds opening, but promised that he'd let Frank leave at the earliest possible time. Paul came back with the medical man's card and told us that the doctor had requested that the Turner's doctor call him. He was concerned that Frank would need some monitoring after he was released.

Rick has been wonderful. I can't say it enough. The attempt to kidnap us was frightening, to say the least. The only offsetting factor was that it happened so fast there was little time between seeing the danger, and having the danger past. We can thank Tyler for that. All during that terrible time, Rick was by my side. I hope that he will always be there for me.