Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2015 08:11:53 -0400 From: Lytle Peters Subject: Matt Clarke, Part 2, Adult Youth It was hard to wait, but even when 3:00 finally crept around the following afternoon, I forced myself to delay. I sipped another beer and watched the clock crawl toward 3:15. Matt certainly seemed like the real deal, not just a one-shot deliciously nasty phone conversation. He was not only curious but eager to talk about sex. And he was eager to follow words with action, getting naked and playing with himself, which was at least vicarious action through the phone line. But one had to be careful, didn't one. A miscalculation would be disaster. Important to think with one's big head, not just the little one. One thing to talk about getting together and quite another to do it. Was Matt worth pursuing? I was about to find out. When the clock hit 3:15, I took a big gulp of beer and dialed his number. On the second ring, "Hello?" "Hi, Matt. It's me again." "Hi. I, uh, I was hoping you'd call." "Yeah, well, I have to let you know some bad news I got last night." "Oh." "Yeah, seems the camping trip has been cancelled for this year." "Oh, crap." "Yeah, it's a pisser, I know." "I was, you know, hoping to go with you." "Yeah, and I was really, really looking forward to hanging out with you." Deep breath. "Especially after the things we talked about yesterday." A long pause, then a quiet, "Yeah, me too." This time the long pause is mine. "I was really looking forward to doing those things we talked about and, uh, making you feel really good, making your cock feel really good." "Me too. I mean, I wanted you to, I mean, yeah, doing stuff." "Was gonna be fun, I know." I sigh loudly and let the silence linger for a good while. I can hear Matt breathing. "Of course, there is another choice." "What?" "Well, nah, it wouldn't work." "What?" "Well, we could meet somewhere here. . ." "We could? I mean, yeah, I guess so, but where?" "Some place where you'd feel safe but also be really private." "OK, like where?" "Well, like the library or Smith Park, for example." "I guess so, you mean like out in front of everybody?" "Nooo, in the men's room." "Ohhhh." "After school, one afternoon." "Yeah." "Just the two of us, no Justin." Important to cut the Justin line of the story. "OK. Yeah, I could do that." "That would be fun. And I could do some of the things for you that we talked about." "Yeah." "So which place and when?" "I don't know." "Well, the park bathroom is up on the hill above the little kids' playground." "Yeah, I know. I mean I've seen it." "It's pretty private because it doesn't get used much, and you can hear someone coming because of the gravel path. But it's not real clean." "OK." "Or the library bathroom isn't really inside the library. It's at the end of that little hallway inside the door. It's really private, and you can hear someone coming down the hall, plus it has an outer door that squeaks before you get to the inner door. And all the librarians are women, so. . . ." "Yeah. OK. That sounds good." "Sounds good to me too." "So. . . so when?" "That's up to you, Matt. You tell me when and I'll be there." The silence felt as if it lasted a day. Then Matt almost whispered, "Tomorrow. I'll - I'll go to the library after school." "You know this is totally our secret between us only, right?" "Right." "And if you change your mind, it's OK. But I'll be there tomorrow waiting for you." "OK." "Bye, Matt. I'll see you tomorrow." "OK, Bye."