The Fremont Saga
by: E Walk
(© 2009 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 6 

The Kiss

When John and I arrived at the dining room after we had made a stellar presentation, if I must say so myself, no one was there.  John shrugged his shoulders, “We may as well go ahead and eat.”

I looked at John, “I guess Tanner had to go meet with the parents.  We must have been reported as having some kind of disease.”

We had just started to eat when Robbie and Lindsey arrived, “We had a meeting to get ready for the pep rally.  Where is everyone else?”

I chuckled, “Haven’t you heard?  John and I have the plague and everyone is avoiding us.  Either that or they have heard that the bookies have got to us and are paying us to lose the game on Friday.”

We were just about finished eating when Todd arrived, “Sorry, I’m late.  I was talking to the coach and the Athletic Director making plans for the game tomorrow.”

As we were leaving the cafeteria, the intercom was activated “Would John Waters please report to the office?”

Tanner arrived just as John was leaving,  “Okay, I’m back in time for fifth period, why do I need to be there?”

Todd started laughing, “I’m guessing that Brian has something in that diabolical mind of his that requires you to be there.”

When we went to the fifth hour class, we went to the park across the street so students could finish their watercolor paintings of Tanner and Ron.  John surprisingly was still not present.  I took the class back to the classroom and unveiled the watercolor painting I had done of Tanner and Ron.”

Ron’s response was almost identical to that of Tanner’s, “Brian, you’re not going to let anyone else see that, are you?”

The response from the class was even better than I could have envisioned.  A young lady, whom I didn’t know well, stood, “Ron, if you have it, why not flaunt it?  Everyone of us likes to imagine what guys might be hiding behind their jeans.  Brian has made it possible for our imaginations to conjure up all sorts of images of what you and Tanner might be hiding behind the clothes.  The weird part about the painting is that there is nothing that Brian did to suggest anything sexual.  It’s what the viewer‘s imagination thinks it sees.”

John took that opportunity to enter the classroom, “Brian, what did I miss?”

“Oh, nothing, I’ve been accused of doing a pornographic painting.”

As John and I were walking to the gym for the pep rally, I asked, “Why did you have to go to the office today?”

He got a silly grin on his face, “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you after practice.”

When we arrived in the dressing room, the trainer informed us that it was a no pads/no contact practice.  Coach Henderson called the team together as soon as everyone was present.  Guys, we're just going to practice some basic plays.  Tomorrow’s game is a big one, and we don’t need to have anyone hurt before we start the game.

It was a short practice and as we were taking a shower, John was telling me that the reason he was called to the office was that there were some alumni from Stanford who wanted me to apply for entrance into Stanford. 

“John, that’s neat.  Have you spoken to your parents about that possibility?  I’m surprised that they would have come here to the school to talk to you.”

John shrugged, “Brian, I was totally floored by what they were saying.  They mentioned that they were especially impressed because of my football skills, the fact that I’m the Senior Class President and also an honor role student.  They think it is possible that I could get an academic scholarship.”

Even though John and I were both naked, I hugged him and you should have heard the cat calls.  Denton Dierks shouted, “Hey guys, the two quarterbacks are in love.”

I turned Denton, “Up yours, Dierks.”

“Only in your dreams, Benson.”

Denton was a good friend of John’s.  He came over to where we were getting dressed and asked, “Okay guys, what was that display all about.”

I nodded to John, “Dude, you need to tell everyone the good news.”

Everyone gathered around and John told everyone the story of what happened and even Coach Henderson was listening.  When John finished telling what happened, Coach Henderson nodded, “Congratulations, John.  Don’t rush into any decisions.  I’ve had calls about several of you guys from some major colleges.  There’s plenty of time before you need to make a decision.”

As John, Tanner and I were walking out of the locker room, Ron was waiting for us, “Brian, can we talk about that painting you did of Tanner and me?”

Todd heard what Ron asked, “What’s the matter, Woodruff.  Didn’t Brian make you look pretty enough?”

Ron wheeled around, “I take it you haven’t seen the painting or you would know why I want to talk about it.”

Todd looked at me, “Brian, where is this painting that has Ron so upset?”

We went to the art room and I pulled the painting out of the storage area.  John and Todd looked at it because John hadn’t really had a chance to look at it.  Todd made both Ron and Tanner blush, “Heck guys, you should pay Brian big time for making you look so good.   Brian, how soon can you do a painting of me to make me look so good?”

“Todd, come over to the house at eight.  Make sure that you wear the skimpiest set of briefs that you own.  I have another painting that I want to work on before you get there.  John, I’ll catch a ride home with Tanner.  Ron, you follow us.  Todd, I’ll see you about eight.  John, you might want to come and join the fun tonight.”

When Tanner, Ron and I arrived at the house, Timmy was talking to Mother.  When he saw us, he came and hugged me and Tanner.  He looked at me, “Have you decided if we’re going to go for a visit this weekend?”

“Timothy, we’ll make the arrangements tonight.  Mother, can Ron stay for dinner tonight?  He and Tanner are going to be the next victims for a painting.”

Mother scowled, “Your Dad said that they were victimized yesterday.  Can I see what it is that you did to the poor guys?  Of course Ron is welcome to stay for dinner.”

I showed Mother the watercolor and Timmy said, “They look like two lazy bums don’t they.”

Mother chuckled, “It seems that they are peddling their wares to me.  Timmy, please set another place at the table so Brian can do his wizardry.”

I started up the stairs, “Come on, guys, we don’t have much time.  Ron, you need to call your family and tell them where you are and that you are going to eat dinner at our house.”

When we arrived in the room, I set up my easel and got my oils.  I looked at the guys, “Okay, guys, strip.  I want you to look as if you just came out of your mother’s wombs.

Both guys started to protest, but I stopped any objections, “Either you do what I ask you to do, or you’ll pay the consequences.”

Tanner must have decided that I meant business because he shed his clothes.  We were both looking at Ron and he took a deep breath, “Guys, I’m getting ready to spring some wood.”

I sneered, “Go ahead, it might make the painting more interesting.”

I had the two naked guys posed so that the viewer could almost see their penises.  “Okay guys, kiss each other.  Just make it a nice tender kiss and hold it so I can get it down on the canvas.”

The results of the pose were going to be even better than I had imagined it could be.  Both Tanner and Ron were showing some major wood, but I concentrated on the other parts of their bodies until they got acclimated to being so close to each other naked.  We were interrupted by Timmy, “Daddy Brian, dinner is almost ready.  Tanner and Ron look like they’re in love.  I think they might want to put some clothes on before we eat.”

Timmy’s proclamations broke the spell. and Tanner and Ron quickly retrieved their clothes.  While they were getting dressed, I put my supplies away and put the canvas where they wouldn’t see it.

After we had eaten dinner, we guys were taking care of the dishes and having a good time.  Dad came into the kitchen where Timmy, Tanner, Ron and I were working, “Brian, Todd wants to know if he can come over now to have his portrait done?”

I threw up my hands, “Tell him, I’m ready if he is.  We’re almost finished here.”

Todd arrived with John and John’s two brothers so Timmy was going to be busy, which was good.  I took the four guys to our room.  “Todd, if you’re serious about posing, then you need to do it my way.  Since you and John arrived together, I would like to do something different than I had planned.”

John asked, “Bri, what would you like us to do?”

“Strip, except for you briefs.  I hope you have clean tight briefs on or I may have to have you put on some of mine which definitely would be too small for either of you.”

When the two guys were down to their briefs, I had them sit on the bed as if they were studying a book.  Tanner and Ron had been watching the proceedings, but no one said a word until Timmy came into the room.  Uncle John, your Mother called and said that it was time for Jason and Jeremy to come home.”

The spell was broken and Todd asked, “Brian, can I see what you’ve done?”

“Nope, I’ll let you see it after I finish it.  I’ll work on it over the weekend.  Guys, I suggest that everyone leave.  I need to get Timmy to bed and we do have a football game tomorrow.”

When I returned from saying goodnight to all the visitors, Dad approached me, “Brian, why don’t we plan to go to Europe next weekend.  Monsieur Fourcault sent a message and said he would like to visit with us.  He indicated that it was not a major problem, but it was something that needed to be taken care of.  We could stop by London so you can visit with Vicky.”

“Dad, that would be perfect, since we don’t have a football game next weekend.  Since Tanner is one of us, he can go with us.”

Dad interrupted, “Brian, what do you mean that Tanner is one of us?”

“Dad, something happened this morning, and Timmy and I sent a message to Tanner while he was fixing breakfast.  Timmy and I both heard what he was saying when he answered us.  Not only that, but Grampa Nappy told us, Timmy and me, that Tanner was one of us and that he was going to be my second in command.”

Dad took a deep breath, “Brian, does Tanner understand the ramifications of all this?”

 

I shook my head no, “Dad, how do you explain to someone that they have special powers?  I figure that Tanner will find out on his own what’s happening, especially after we take a carriage ride to Europe.  Dad, would you like to see my two latest masterpieces that are works in progress?”

After Dad looked at the two works, Dad asked, “Brian, shouldn’t you be doing some works that show that you are an exceptional artist in other areas than the male figures.  These latest paintings seem to indicate that you are fixated by the male anatomy, and I don’t think that’s true.  What you have done and are doing is wonderful, but could cause you to lose some of your attraction as an artist.”

“Dad, nobody is interested in posing for a fifteen year old nobody.”

“Brian, your Mother and I would be willing to pose as I’m sure would your great-grandmother.  All you need to do is ask.”

I hugged Dad, “Dad, I guess that is why you and mother make big bucks.  You know what to do?  Maybe someday, I’ll be able to afford to have all of the nice things that you and mother have.”

Dad started to laugh.  I was a little miffed by his reaction.  “Son, you still don’t get it, do you?  You and Timmy have more money at your disposal than your Mother and I do.  Tanner isn’t going to be far behind, but I’m guessing that he’ll never top you and Timmy.”

“Dad, I don’t want to be rich.  People try to take advantage of rich people.  I just want to be an average American boy.”

Dad hugged me, “You amaze me, almost anyone else in your situation would be asking for special things.  Not you.  You’re too busy painting pornographic paintings to care about spending money,”

I couldn’t go to sleep and as soon as I was sure that Tanner and Timmy were asleep I moved my paintings and supplies to Ben’s room.  I decided to put on a pair of Bermuda shorts and an old tee shirt in case someone would realize I was there.  When I finished the paintings of Tanner and Ron and the one of John and Todd, I collapsed on the Ben’s bed.”

I was awakened by a frantic Timmy, “Daddy Brian, are you okay?  You need to get up or we’ll be late for school.  Dad, why are you sleeping in your clothes.  I guess we aren’t going running this morning.”

I hugged Timmy, “Why don’t you and Tanner go running and see if you can send me messages?”

Timmy giggled, “Okay, we’ll send you a message and tell you what we want for breakfast.  Just make sure you don’t burn your penis like Tanner did.”

I had just pulled out the things to start cooking when I heard Timmy say, “Dad Brian, I would like one dippy egg with brown toast and two pieces of bacon.”

I heard Tanner chuckling, “Daddy Brian, I’ll have two eggs over easy with a rasher of bacon and rye toast.”

I sent back a message, “What the heck is a rasher of bacon?”

Tanner was giggling, “Don’t you freshmen know anything?  A rasher of bacon means a portion of bacon.  We’re on our return leg.”

I was thinking, ‘What’s the rest of the day going to be like?’

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:  I must confess that I didn't know what a rasher of bacon was, either.  I think I have heard the term used, but I didn't get it in context to put it together.  That was a fascinating chapter.  Of course, I want more, but I am sure you have already figured that out.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 01/15/10