Three Tears
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter Four

Martin woke up early the following morning. He looked at the alarm; it was not due to sound for another hour. He looked over at James, who was still asleep; his breaths filled the room.

Martin lay still, thinking.

The encounter with Phil was still at the foremost of his thoughts. It was apparent Phil was gay, but Martin had yet to decide about himself. What he had experienced, he thought was normal for a lad his age. Every boy has a bad experience with one girl or another. But he kept returning to the fact that no experience with a girl had been particularly pleasant. He felt like he was going through the motions, doing what was expected of him. Martin liked and got on well with girls; things went wrong when things became more intimate. But he never really formed close friendships with boys and was considered a loner at school. If it had not been for his more gregarious brother James, Martin would have gone through school alone. He got along well with James’ friends and was accepted by them. Martin became more confident as he got to know people better. That’s why he rarely formed his own relationships; no one ever got close enough to him to allow him to drop his guard and relax. But was he attracted to boys? He was not sure. Each time after P.E., he would take a sly look at the other boys in the shower, or as they got changed, that was fun. He also noticed other boys doing the same. It was normal for them to compare, and one lad even got a nickname as every boy in the class had seen the size of his dick. But Martin never got hard when he looked, and that confused him. Surely, if he were attracted to boys then he would get hard.

But he kept returning to the single question of ‘Who turns you on?’ and all he could think about was what he imagined in his head when he got hard. Then it struck him. The naked boys in the shower would run through his mind as he played with himself. He quickly thought about girls. Had he ever thought about girls when he stroked himself? Martin calmed himself; he was sure he had. Then he thought about Phil. Sitting in front of him, naked, and Martin felt his dick to begin to swell. He felt so good when he thought about Phil. If he were to do this, it would have to be secret. He could not tell his family until he was sure; he knew some people might be uncomfortable.

Martin became determined for a moment. If he was going to find out, then why not now? He had resolved to ring Phil soon and see where things led and how he felt.

The loud buzzing from the digital alarm brought Martin back from his thoughts. It was time to get up. James seemed to sleep through the noise as usual, so Martin went over to his brother and shook him awake before he went to the bathroom for a shower.

After his shower, Martin went back to his room to get changed. James was still in the room; he looked like he had just got out of bed; his eyes were still half closed. Martin went to his side of the room and got some clothes from the wardrobe. James stretched as he stood up, took off his stale underwear and put on a clean pair. In seconds, he was jumping into some old jeans and a shirt.

Martin looked over at him. “No school today?”

“No, don’t you remember. I’ve got to go to the studios. Prep for this new show.”

“Oh, yeah. I remember.” It had come back to Martin.

“I’m not surprised you forgot. You looked like you had something on your mind last night.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright, Martin. What was it anyway?”

“Oh, nothing.” He lied.

“Everything alright at college? You’re not in any trouble, are you?” James smiled at him as he could not remember the last time he was in trouble.

Martin smiled with James. “No, I’ve got to sort a few things out in my head. I’ll tell you later. Besides, stop thinking about me. You’ve got this great holiday to look forward to.”

 

For Martin, the day did not get any better. His mind was so preoccupied with Phil that he couldn’t concentrate on his lectures. As his sociology lecture ended, he looked at the mere half-page of notes he had written. Usually, he came away with at least three pages worth. During his lunch break, Martin sat in the refectory and hardly ate a thing. The clock on the wall now turned to half past one. He was due to go to his English lecture. On the other side of the refectory, another young man was leaving with some friends. He looked at Martin and broke away from the others to approach him.

“Hi, Martin.” He spoke, but Martin just stared into the distance.

“Martin, you okay?” He spoke louder, this time placing a hand on his shoulder.

This sudden contact brought Martin around. He looked at the hand that touched him, then at the boy’s face.

“Sorry.”

“You okay?” He asked again.

“Oh, yeah. Just daydreaming.”

“Hope she was worth it.” The boys let out a laugh. “You looked out of it, so I thought I’d make sure you didn’t miss English.”

“Thanks, Chris.”

Chris was just a fellow student who studied English and Sociology like him. They had spoken a few times, but it was mainly pleasantries.

“Come on, let’s go.”

Martin left with Chris, and they walked to their class together. So far, Martin had assumed he was anonymous in college, and this little conversation with Chris made him feel much better. They chatted quite a bit until they entered the classroom.

“See ya later,” Chris said as he went over to his mates who had saved him his seat.

Martin sat at any available and got his books and notepad out.

The teacher never allowed Martin to dwell on his situation as the class took on a spirited discussion about the book they were studying. She had always encouraged this lively debate as it made the book more real and interesting. It was a refreshing change from the standard ‘Q & A’ other teachers preferred.

It was Martin’s last lesson of the day. When the teacher dismissed the class, he glanced at Chris, who glanced back and smiled. As his mates led him away to his next lesson, he looked back at Martin. “See ya tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sure,” Martin sounded uncertain, but Chris was already halfway through the door and unsure if he had heard him.

Instead of taking the bus home, Martin decided to walk. He had the rest of the afternoon to himself and did not like the idea of staying home alone.

On the walk home, Martin decided to ring Phil. He had nothing to lose.

Martin unlocked the front door, picked up the cordless phone from the hall and dashed upstairs. He opened his desk drawer and grabbed the beer mat with Phil’s mobile number. He sat on his bed, took a deep breath and dialled the number.

It rang. But no one answered. The voicemail kicked in, and Martin put the phone down.

“Shit.” He said to himself, and he put the beer mat back into his desk drawer. He then went downstairs to get a drink and watch television until everyone else came home.

 

James watched Martin leave for college and Tony for school. He knew something was on his brother’s mind and hoped he would open up soon and tell him. James was not due at the studios until ten o’clock. He sat in the front room, bored. It was not like there was much to watch on television, just the awful chat shows. He thought it would not be worth starting any work, and they would have to go by the time he got into it. So he just made himself another cup of tea and watched a programme about spouses who have cheated.

“You ready, James?” His mother said. It was finally time to go.

“Yep.” James shot out of his chair, stuffed his feet into his trainers, and waited by the door without tying the laces.

His mother put on her coat and got her handbag. “Come on then.”

They got into the car and drove to the studios. His mother gave the man at the gate the pass they had been sent, and he directed her to a car park.

The receptionist greeted them with her saccharin smile before they reached her desk. They gave their name, and she phoned someone to collect them.

A smartly dressed woman approached them as they waited and introduced herself; they then followed her to an office.

“Please sit down.” She motioned to a couple of chairs and sat down herself. She crossed her legs and rested her clipboard on her thigh.

“Right, I’m just going to give you a quick rundown of what will happen today.”

James and his Mum nodded.

“James,” She looked at him, “your medical is scheduled for twelve o’clock.”

“What will that entail?” His mother enquired.

“It’s nothing to worry about, just a general health check. Blood pressure, blood sugar levels, and they will do an ECG to check his heart and get a general assessment of his fitness level. But you can be with him the whole time. But if you’re unhappy with anything they do, just say, and they’ll explain what they are doing, or you can refuse.”

“Okay.” James’ mother said.

“Throughout the day, we’ll take you between meetings to explain what will happen, when they get there, and what is expected of them. Which isn’t a lot, as we want them to behave normally.”

“Any questions? No,” She didn’t give them time to ask. “Then just follow me, and I’ll take you through the first stage.”

She led James and his Mum through to another room. Inside were a man and his son.

“This is Mr. Johnson and his son Craig.” She turned to James’ mother. “Will you and Mr Johnson please follow me? James and Craig can get to know each other.”

She led them to another room where they would get the lecture about what the Station is trying to achieve with this programme.

James went over and sat next to Craig. “Hi. So what d’ya think about all this?”

“I just wish they’d get on with it. I’m sick of hanging around.”

“So, are you looking forward to going? I reckon it should be great.” James asked.

“Well, that depends on how much they interfere with what we do. I hope they just leave us alone for the most part; then, it might be fun. I just hope they don’t get us doing stupid tasks every day.”

“I know what you mean. I’m looking forward to getting a good tan. I’d love to do a bit of fishing. I hope there’s someone there who can cook fish. And think about the sea. Swimming in clear blue waters.”

Craig did not say anything.

“So, Craig. Where are you from?”

“Wolverhampton.”

“Not far from here. I only live about ten minutes away. So how did you get involved.”

“I go to a weekend theatre school, and they put my name forward. I won’t be able to go much longer, so I hope to get an agent soon.”

“Why’s that?”

Craig explained that he attended a youth theatre and that they only accepted kids up to the age of sixteen. He was already sixteen and would have to move on after the end of the school year. It turned out that Craig had done quite a bit of theatre work and a fair bit of television. The theatre school has represented him for now and has gotten their percentage, but he will need an agent when he leaves. James gave him his Agent’s name, but Craig insisted that the school were sorting it all out.

For someone in a theatre school, Craig was not very talkative. James did most of the talking and hoped a few others were more easygoing. He could imagine Craig on the island, letting others make all the decisions, and he would merely criticise. James made a note to pull him down a peg or two if he behaved like that.

Sometime later, they were joined by a girl and another boy, with whom James seemed to get on a lot better. He chatted with them while Craig just listened and said very little. After a while, they swapped mobile numbers, promising to keep in touch during the few weeks before they went.

James was bored out of his skull. All the conversation had dried up long ago as they waited for nearly two hours. His mother broke his boredom and called to him.

“Time for your medical, James.”

“Okay.”

His mother led James to a side room, and the doctor introduced himself.

After the medical, they were told they could leave and would receive a pack in the post in the next few days with the final instructions.

 

Later that evening, while he was posing for Martin, James told his brother what had happened during the day. They would not have long left before he would leave. Martin said he could manage with only a couple more sessions and promised to wait until he returned before he showed anyone.

“Martin, you ever had a medical?” James enquired.

“No, why?”

“It just felt strange, that’s all. The worst part was the cough test.”

“They did that? With Mum in the room?”

“Perhaps that was it. I knew to expect it, but it’s part of every medical procedure to check for a hernia. But,” James paused, “it was just someone touching there, and I felt nothing.”

“So what did he do?”

“Well, I already had my shirt off for the ECG, and then he asked me to stand up and unbutton my jeans. He explained to his mum what he would do and then slipped his hand down my jeans and into my underwear. He cupped his hands and told me to cough. I did, and then he pulled his hand out.”

“Yeah, so.”

“I didn’t feel anything. I’m sixteen, for god’s sake. When someone touches me, I expect to feel it. My bloody dick goes up at the drop of a hat. So why nothing when the Doc touched me?” James was perplexed.

“Perhaps it was just the situation, what with Mum being there.”

“Yeah, I expect so.”

What James was not telling his brother was that the doctor was a young man, a particularly gorgeous young man. Perhaps if the situation had been different, he might have felt that tingle he had expected.

“So, how are you today?” James asked.

“Fine, why?”

“This thing you needed to think about. You said you tell me about it. Have you figured it out yet?”

“Not yet.” Martin then clammed up, and they were silent for the next half-hour.

Martin began to feel tired. They finished up, and James grabbed his briefs. He slipped them on before going to the bathroom.

A few seconds later, Martin put his ear to the bathroom door. He could faintly hear James’ breathing and the occasional slap of his skin. He knew what James was up to; he always used the bathroom for privacy and knew he had a few minutes.

Martin crept downstairs and brought the phone back up with him. He redialed Phil’s number. It rang three times before he answered.

“Hi.”

“Oh, hi. Is that Phil?” Martin asked.

“Yep.”

“It’s Martin.”

Phil recognised his voice, and his manner became very friendly. “Hi, Martin. How are you?”

“Fine.”

“Thanks for calling. I hoped you would.”

“I wasn’t sure at first, but I thought we got on well.”

“What you up to tomorrow? How do you fancy going out for a drink?”

Martin had a date. They would meet at seven o’clock at a bar in the city. Although Martin was only seventeen, he never had problems getting served in pubs. All he had to do now was tell his parents that he was going out that evening.

Martin replaced the phone and went back to his room. He got ready for bed and started to read his book. He waited for James to return and get to bed. When James finally went to bed, Martin noticed the bulge in his briefs looked larger than when he left.

 

James’ Diary
Today was ‘Orienteering Day’. I also had my medical. To be honest, it was pretty boring. We actually didn’t do much, and I hardly had any time to get to know the other kids who were going with me. It was all just a day to ease the parents’ worries, and most of the ‘meetings’ that happened were not for me. I was just left in a room with other kids coming and going. We weren’t really introduced, and some of the kids were nervous. I spoke to one or two but gave up as we were never in the room long. Sometimes, we would speak to the bosses to better understand where we were going, and others would have me take some tests to determine my IQ and personality.

It was shortly before lunch that I was called in for my medical. It was more than I expected. They took my blood pressure and even gave me an ECG. I also had to go through a few fitness tests. I suppose they don’t want any of us to drop dead on the island. They were pretty thorough, but I dreaded the hernia test. I was expecting to get very excited when he touched me. Well, this doctor was so damn sexy I was surprised I didn’t pop a stiff one when I saw him. He must have only just graduated. The thought of his young hands cupping my dick and balls made me so hard earlier after my session with Martin. I had to go to the bathroom to relieve myself. I spoke to Martin about it, and he said it could have been because Mum was with me. I never mentioned how sexy he was and how I just wanted him to rip all my clothes off and start sucking me off. I must have shown some great restraint while he fondled me. I wonder if he’ll be coming with us. If so, I’ll have to have regular checkups. The last thing he did was give me a few jabs in my arm, and then I was released with a full bill of health.

 

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