Date: Thu, 05 Feb 2004 22:25:59 -0500 From: Eric Lattenhaus Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 2 CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 2 - continuing Matt's story (Matt's story) --by Eric L. *** ADULT FICTION *** erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com Please put MATT in your email subject. Thank you. --Eric _________________________________________________________________ ``` IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ ``` ``````````````````````````````````````````````` CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt Andikker's story) - Chapter 2 CONTINUED BY POPULAR DEMAND I could have cried that this was the way my best friend had to find out I was gay. And on top of that, Kirk was painfully discovering that I wanted his 14-year-old brother. But I had to defend Shawn. I was so totally thrilled that Shawn wanted me, that I didn't fully grasp Kirk's true reaction, at first. Finally, I did. For the first time, I saw Kirk's raw emotion. And for the first time he took a swing at me. And he connected. And for the first time in my life, I was out cold. ______ By the smells, I could tell I was waking up in a hospital. I thought about Kirk. I could understand how he could be so angry and punch me out. But it seemed so cruel--I needed his advice on how to handle his brother, and now--well, I guess that wasn't going to happen. I'd have to figure out Shawn on my own-- assuming that I could get to Shawn, or that he could get to me. I heard soft sobbing. Everything hurt, especially my head. As my eyes opened, I saw Shawn, beautiful Shawn, elbows on the bed, and crying over me. Mentally, I jumped on him like a lion and claimed him for my own. "Shawn!" I said, trying to smile. "Ow!" Smiles came with a penalty, I discovered. My whole face hurt. "Oh, Matt, Matt! Why did he do this to you? I never thought Kirk. . . my brother. . . . Look at you!" "No, no--don't say that, Shawn! Do I look that bad?" "Bad--n-no, not really. You look fine." Yeah, I looked fine. And pink elephants roamed the streets. "Shawn, Kirk told me how you felt about me. I was so glad to hear that, man--and . . . well--did Kirk tell you that I--did he tell you what I said, how I felt about you?" "Yeah!" he said, nodding and grinning like a six-year-old. "Shawn, I want you too, really bad." "I want you," he said simply, throwing his arms on my legs, trying for some painless contact with me. "Kirk was bad to do this to you!" Something inside my chest throbbed with want. I didn't care how civilized the world was, I felt swirls of jealous desire inside-- like an animal competing for a mate--even though I knew no one else was after Shawn. I had to have him. The more I looked at him, the more I felt my heart pound out of my chest. "Shawn--will you be my lover?" The poor kid looked shocked and happy at the same time--and I think a little scared, maybe. I knew this was all too fast, but I had Shawn one-on-one in the hospital room for only a brief period, I assumed, and I didn't know what else to do. I was going to beat out all the competing animals. "Oh! Yes, YES!" Shawn did his best to hug my legs. "Shawn, I'm sorry I had to ask like this, in a hosp-" A housekeeping person interrupted whatever was going to happen next. We all exchanged pleasantries. While the kind lady did her work, I spoke in a whisper with Shawn. "Don't pay me no nevermind," she said graciously. "I love you." "I love you, too!" "Oh, God!" "Where is everyone?" I said, assuming that if Shawn was here, my parents would be here. "They went out for dinner with my parents. They waited for you to wake up, but they got too hungry." "What time is it?" "Around eight o'clock." "Yeah. Dad can't last much past seven thirty," I sad. "Wow-- eight o'clock! Last I remember it was nine a.m. Was I asleep?" "No. They said you were knocked out." I didn't think 'knocked out' was a medical term. "Is that the exact word they used, 'knocked out?'" "No--some other word, I think." "Okay, Shawn." The housekeeping lady left. "Matt," Shawn continued his soft crying. I wanted to say, 'Where's Kirk,' but with Shawn's precious, wet, blue eyes staring at me, I didn't think I could say that without hurting the poor kid's feelings. In a way, I wanted to see Kirk; in a way, I didn't. "You want water?" Shawn asked, in a so-soft voice. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him at that moment. Shawn's blonde hair was mussed, he stood next to the bed, bent over me with his tear-stained face looking at me as if I were going to fall apart, any moment; his eyebrows and forehead twisted fearfully, expectantly. This beautiful creature was fearing for my life and willing to do anything to preserve it! He was sexy as hell. Shit. How could I say no? "Um, sure. That sounds great, champ," I said. This brought a huge smile to my boy's face. I knew, deciding that Shawn and I were an item, that he was my boyfriend, was premature. But we clicked. We both wanted each other. What basis did I have for thinking he WASN'T mine? So I claimed him. It was only natural. It made us both happy. You could feel it in the air. "Champ? You called me 'champ?'" my little lover asked. "Yeah, Shawn--you're my champ. Do you like that sound of that, or--" "Oh, yeah, I love it!" I figured because Shawn was short (for the time being), he needed something to compensate for that. I thought 'champ' was a good way to boost his ego, a little. "Do you think I'm too young for you?" Apparently, Shawn reads minds. "No." I looked directly in his eyes. "To me, we're both nineteen." "Nineteen?" "Yes," I said. "You mature real quick when you get a lover." "Ohhh. I feel like we're the same too, except you're bigger and stronger. That's good, right?" "It's way good, Shawn. Hey, you know what would be better than water, right now?" "No, what?" Shawn said, looking so cute again. "A kiss," I said gently. We had never kissed. We hadn't done anything. I watched Shawn--I could see the fire in his eyes. "Kiss? You mean right here? In the hospital?" "You're brave, aren't you?" I had a feeling I might be talking down to him way too far, but I was distracted by the pain. "Oh, yeah!" he said, and pressed against the bed, bending sharply to be able to reach my lips with his. The whole front of him had to push the bedding inward so he could reach me--and he barely did. Shawn snapped back as firm footsteps made their way noisily toward my doorway. "You're awake," the nurse said, "how are you feeling?" "Everything hurts. My jaw is killing me." "Ok," she said, producing a needle from I don't know where. Before I knew it, she had given me the shot in my arm. I hardly felt it. "Pain killer," she said curtly, "It shouldn't make you drowsy." "Thanks," I said, as the nurse disappeared through the door. "Back to that kiss," Shawn reminded me eagerly, and he pressed himself again into the bedding, bringing his face over mine. "Okay!" "Mmmmm," we moaned to each other as our lips met. His lips felt hot, to me. I figured I shouldn't try the tongue routine, which might throw him off. Just keep it simple. I was pretty sure Shawn had like zero experience. "Uhhrrmmmm!" Shawn said, getting as lost in the kiss as I was. "Ohhh! Shawn, this is so good," I said, breaking away for just a moment. I was feeling dizzy from the pain stuff. Then I focused. I was thrilled that Shawn was mesmerized by my kiss. His boyish face was adrift in a sea of awe and semi-awareness. His pert lips opened, his eyes glazed, and his brow reconfigured with incomprehensible patterns. "Uhrrm, uhrrm," Shawn said, pressing his lips urgently into me. I think I felt the tip of his tongue, as well. He seemed so warm to the touch, and it felt like he shivered. "Shawn, you okay?" "I feel weird," he said, pulling away from the bed so I could see him. "Down here." He put his hand on his groin. "Shawn, you came in your pants." "Oh, no. Not again!" He blushed. I wondered how many times a fourteen-year-old comes in his pants. I don't remember that at fourteen. This kid must have some wild sex drive, I thought to myself. I also thought that was fine with me--I would make sure my mouth, and not his pants, caught all his extra cum, from now on. "It's okay, baby," That got a huge smile from my boy. I took a towel from the bed stand for Shawn to wipe up with. "Quick, grab my shorts from the closet, there, and my briefs, too." "Why? You can't leave. Please stay in your b--" "No, Shawn. I'm not leaving, don't worry, okay? Those are for you--to put on now, before anyone comes and sees you." The poor kid! He had really made a mess. His thin, dark blue shorts showed not only the wetness, but some of the white of his semen was beginning to get through. "Oh. Thanks, Matt, but they're too big for me," Shawn said, retrieving the items and bringing them to within my grasp. "Be creative, Shawn. Just use your own belt on the shorts," I said, "and who cares if the briefs are a little loose. Let me see." Shawn looked a bit nervous, but he obeyed and unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them down along with his tighty-whities. This was my first look at my lover's nakedness. God, what a precious sight he was! "Well?" he said nervously. "A lot bigger than I would ever guess," I said, referring to his dick, exaggerating very little, but pleasing my little lover, whose dick was closer to my size than boy-size, "and beautiful. You do know you're cute as hell, don't you?" This is where Shawn really shocked but impressed me. His response was to look me right in the eye, keep his gaze there, and blush with deep embarrassment. He never said a word. His stance did not waver, as a matter of fact, he was rock steady in both stance and gaze. I was out-stared. If it was a blink contest, I lost. I blinked first. It took my breath away. It was subtle, but the most potent display of masculinity I'd ever seen. It made me wonder just how strong Shawn really was, emotionally and who exactly was the more mature one, here. Matt Junior was doing incredible acrobatics. "Look," I said sheepishly to a still-blushing Shawn, "Look what you do to me." I lifted the sheet just enough for Shawn to get a look at my very red, man-sized erection--complete with precum and visible pulsation. His facial response was incredible--eyes popping, with his mouth going through all emotions--shock, disbelief, pride, fascination, desire. "Oh, my God!" he said, with his mouth dropped open. "I want that." I was expecting a little more of a speech concerning my smooth, hard, good-looking, big seventeen-year-old cock, but, what the hell. Shawn promptly bent down and slid his lips over my throbbing dick. I think I wanted what Shawn was doing, more than he wanted his lips on Matt Junior. By the electric feelings of pleasure Shawn was giving me, I was sure of it. But judging by Shawn's eager, determined efforts, his want was a close second. "UHH!" I yelled, hoping no one would hear, and covered us--Shawn and my dick--with the hospital bedsheet. I could tell Shawn had no experience at this--his teeth scraped me often. But I could take it. I didn't want to say anything to spoil the moment--as much of a moment as we could have, under the circumstances. I had many visions of how my boyfriend and I would have our first sexual encounter, but it didn't include getting a blow job under a sheet in a hospital room, where someone could walk in any second. "Mmm," Shawn hummed, both expressing his liking for what he was doing, and unwittingly vibrating my cock to new heights of desire. "Oh, God, Shawn!" I was getting out of breath. Just then, a very pleasant, smiling, black man came by the room door, rolling a wheeled cart. "Snacks? Drinks?" the man said, looking at me. For some reason, Shawn kept right on sucking. "OH! Uh! Sir, uh--No, ah! That's okay." I wondered why Shawn hadn't stopped what he was doing. "You all right, boy?" he said, in his warm Southern drawl. "Huh? Oh--oh, yeah. I'm fine . . . AH! Doing just fine, THANKS." "Um, UUhhmm! I can see that there. O.K., boy," the man said, smiling and winking at me as he rolled his cart to the next room, "Ohhh, yeah! What a way to run a hospital, boy--yessir!" "Shawn! What are you doing?" I said in a whispered yell. "Hee, he, he, he!" Shawn giggled uncontrollably, as he slid to the floor like a rag doll, making other, really weird sounds-- obviously at the height of his pubescent giddiness, which I thought was really charming. He was so fucking cute, I quit being mad at him. I started lauging, too. At that point, he rolled under the high bed, snickering and bubbling shamelessly. 'Ah, to be fourteen again!' I felt like an old man. "You better put these on," I said, dangling my shorts, his belt, and my underwear down against the bed, where he could grab them. Soon, I heard him shuffling around, obviously preferring to dress himself in the privacy of the space under the bed. "Be careful, Shawn--don't hit your head on anything under there." Then the giggling returned. "I got a boner! And it's tenting so big." "You can't be hard again--you just came!" "So?" Then came more giggling. "Well, if you jerk off now, take my shorts off, first." "What?" "I said, take my shorts off!" It would be understating things to say a raised eyebrow was the reaction of the nurse standing by the bed. "Oh, hi," I said, sitting up straight suddenly, and looking all perky. "I'm sorry, nurse." "I'm not a nurse," the lady said, looking amazingly unamused, "I'm your respiratory therapist," she said, taking a contraption out of plastic wrap. "Well, um--I'm not here for that. I just had a bad impact on my jaw, and--" "ALL our patients have respiratory therapy while they are in hospital beds," she said, glaring at me somewhat. I pictured the restraints and the whip appearing at any moment. I could hear Shawn slowly sneak out from under the bed. Soon he was within view, out of the corner of my left eye, but not within Miss Gestapo's gaze. As I sat, my bed was to the far right side of the room, next to the window. Secret Police non-nurse was to my right. "Uhm, yes ma'am," I said, looking to the right, so she would know I was paying attention. She wouldn't or couldn't crack a smile. Now I knew what my straight friends meant about a girl when they said, 'She needs a good fuck.' She came to the wrong place. To my left, I saw Shawn smiling at me. "Put this elastic around your neck," she said, handing me the device, "and place the flow cylinder mouthpiece in your mouth. Push out as much breath as you can, without stopping, until you feel your breath come to a definite end." Until my lungs collapse, in other words. I swear the thing was shaped like a dick. Just then, Shawn started to laugh silently, and make funny faces, pointing to the device, then to the bulge in his crotch, nodding his head up and down in an obvious 'Yes.' Well, that was it. I burst out laughing, Shawn broke into a huge guffaw, and I was out of control. "Mr. Andikker," nurse stoneface said, "I need to move along, and you need to start blowing--right now!" I swear, if she had planned it and rehearsed it, she could not have spoken more disastrous words. My laughter made the dick-like thing go flying out of my mouth, breaking the little elastic around my neck. Shawn was now making fucking motions with his hips. I heaved in such rapid volume from laughing so hard, I started to have an asthma attack. "Now, you've done it," Gestapo non-nurse said softly, running out of the room, with what looked like a cell-phone to her mouth. "Oh, my GOD!" Shawn shrieked with weakness and laughter, as he collapsed, face down on the bed, "I didn't know you had to give blow jobs in the hospital!" I wasn't much better, between trying to laugh and dealing with an asthma attack. Stoneface returned, saying words amounting to 'Help is on the way,' but they sounded like 'The turd will do you as soon as the fart is over.' At that point, I was breathing pretty bad, my throat felt like it was closing. I made horrible rasping sounds. "Hey, I thought these nurses were supposed to HELP you," my dad said jokingly, walking into the room and hearing me cough badly." "I'm not a nurse, sir," stoneface started in again. At that point I was ready to burst out laughing again--real bad, when a doctor walked in. "Well, nurse, how are we doing here?" Oh, man--if he only knew! All I could think of was to get all these people out of here so I could have sex with my lover--which I intended to do, if I had to hide him under the bed until 3 a.m. erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com Chapter 2 of many? If you write to me, please put "Matt" in your email subject line when you write. Thanks. Otherwise I will think it's spam. --Eric Other stories by Eric L. . . . That's me! :-) . . . see below. HIGH SCHOOL: 1. I-drooled-for-brad (boy meets boy) .../nifty/gay/highschool/i-drooled-for-brad/ 2. Erotic-dreams (boy meets boy) .../nifty/gay/highschool/erotic-dreams/ 3. . . . the story you just got through reading. INCEST: 4. my-sons-sexuality (dad finds son is very receptive) .../nifty/gay/incest/my-sons-sexuality/ 5. i-wanted-my-dad (son finds dad is very receptive) .../nifty/gay/incest/i-wanted-my-dad/ None of my stories involve coercion or people being nasty, dirty, etc. None. crazy-for-the-boy chapter 2.