Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 22:53:45 -0500 From: Eric Lattenhaus Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 5 CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 5 (Matt & Shawn) --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 & Shawn) - Chapter 5 "You turd!" I said to Shawn, trying to reprimand him. It was no use. Shawn was giggling like only 14-year-old boys could do. Shit! He looked gorgeous! ______ IT IS MORNING NOW, IN THE HOSPITAL WHERE MATT IS A PATIENT WAITING FOR JAW SURGERY "When?" Shawn asked, his giggles stopping abruptly. "When what?" "Your operation, Matt. When are they gonna do it?" "Oh, shit! I forgot to ask." I was very happy Shawn was now my lover, but I still could hardly believe it. He looked so damn cute. I looked at my watch as if it was going to tell me when my surgery would be. "School will start in about 45 minutes," I said, looking up at Shawn's suddenly glum face. "Matt--I don't wanna leave you now. Maybe I won't go." "No, baby--it's better if you go." I hated to say that after seeing Shawn's sad blue eyes with his long, sexy eyelashes. A page over the P.A. settled things. "Shawn Samuels, please report to the main lobby. Your cab is waiting." "I guess that's that," I said, trying to match Shawn's sad expression, but anxious to talk to some hospital people and find out when my surgery was happening. "Okay," he said, looking more like himself again and doing his best to crawl up on the bed and hug me. Shawn got down just in time. A transportation person came in. "Shawn? I can take you to the lobby if you like." "No, that's okay." "Are you sure you know how to get there?" "Oh, yeah. No prob," Shawn said casually. "Bye," he said to me, looking wistfully over his shoulder as he walked to the door. The transportation lady left. Then Shawn turned around, smiling, and ran to the bed to hug me again and say a proper good-bye. Then he ran just as fast out the door. Damn. How can one boy be so adorable and wrap me around his finger so fast? I missed him already, and wondered if he would stay home from school today. I thought, no, that would be bad-- his parents might get angry at him or me, and never let him come see me again. A few minutes later, a lady in a crisp-looking uniform came in, carrying a tray. "Mr. Andikker, here's your breakfast." This was my big chance! "Ma'am--thank you. Um, can you tell me how to find out when my surgery is?" "Jaw surgery?" She said, looking at my face and noticing my splint. "Yes." "Well, it has to be between eight-thirty and noon. You dial 9, 7, wait a few seconds, then star 17 for a directory, then the code number for Patient Services, then your patient code, followed by the pound sign." Launching a satellite was probably easier. No way could I remember that. I figured I'd look it up later. "Oh! Um--yeah, thanks," I said. No sooner had the food lady left, when more footsteps come trotting in. "Well, good morning Mr. Andikker." I looked up. I thought, 'Oh, no, not you again!' It was Miss Gestapo, the RT person. "Good morning," I said, eyeing her suspiciously. She could not possibly have been married. "I trust you had a good night's sleep?" she said in a surprise burst of pleasantness. I swear she had a German accent. "Um--yes, thank you," I said. The head executioner was asking me if I slept well? What planet did I wake up on? "Well, let me put the device on for you," she said, gently placing the elastic around my neck, and acting all nice. I guess my family doctor had a lot of influence around this hospital. That would explain Stoneface's sudden good treatment. "Remember--blow as hard as you can, until you come to the end of your breath. Then you can remove the device, and breathe. Be sure to grip your lips tightly on the mouthpiece." I had to concentrate like hell not to burst out laughing. This really did sound like a blow job. The only thing she left out was not to bite the thing. It was hard as hell to blow into that--whatever it was. That wasn't all. There was a second gadget that I had to breathe through--much easier breathing--for about five minutes. When the respiratory torture was over, Miss Gertie thanked me and left. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said. Tomorrow? I had to do this again? Oh, well. I guess there were worse things, like ramming your dick in the sand. I wanted to call someone to see when my surgery would be. I hoped I wasn't going to get another set of satellite-launching instructions. Then again, I was horny, and all seemed quiet. I really needed to jerk off. "I have to check your jaw splint and give you a pain shot," the nurse said as she walked in. So much for my plans. Did they have this timed and rehearsed like a bad play? Is this how the day would go--one person after another invading my privacy? I wondered if they had private time for patients when we could lock our doors. "OW!" I said, as the nurse with the iron grip adjusted my splint. "Sorry, sir, but that was necessary." She was being very nice. "Someone will be in with your shot shortly." "Uh, um--okay, I guess," I said. Just when I thought I had their routine figured out, they changed it. Now the nurse had a maid to do the shots for her. They sure knew how to mess up your mind. What next? So, I waited. Me and my aching hardon waited and waited. And I realized in the confusion, I'd forgotten to ask the nurse about my surgery. 'Well, I guess it won't hurt to call around and see who might be able to tell me at least what DAY I'm to be operated on.' I looked in the little card directory they had on the table, and called general information. I heard a few clicks, then, "For parking information, press one. For bus schedules, press two. For visitor's meal information, press three. For directions to the hospital, press four." What the hell! I was already IN the fucking hospital. I hung up. I was about to try another information line, when a guy in white came in. If he was a doctor, he was very young as doctors go, and his uniform was real plain. He didn't have a stethoscope around his neck, either. He was hot-looking though--about 21, 5' 10" and thin. He had chestnut brown hair like me, only it was lighter colored. His eyes were a nice hot blue though, and you could tell this guy worked out, but he wasn't bulked. "Matthew Andikker?" he said in a gentle voice, looking at me. "Yeah!" "Hi, I'm Steve Thurbin, your medical technician," he said, walking fast toward my bed. For a second, I had a fight-or-flight panic attack. "Um--yeah, hi," I said lamely. He grabbed the bed sheet as he said, "Just turn over, and I'll give you your pain shot." By mid-sentence, he'd thrown the sheet back revealing my total nakedness (I'd shucked the stupid gown) and Matt Junior in all his hungry hardness. I blushed so bad, my face burned. "Don't worry about that. It just means you're a nice, healthy boy." I thought he drooled there, for a sec. I turned over. "Why does it have to be given in m--" "In your glutes?" he said. For a moment, I didn't catch it. Glutes, gluteals, my butt! "Yeah." "This is a time-release shot your doctor ordered, and it can't be given in the arm," he said with a very cheerful edge to his voice. "The first 20 minutes or so, you might feel foggy. After that, you should be fine." "Oh. Okay," I said, hoping this guy didn't take injection lessons from Gestapo Gertie. Suddenly, I went into panic mode again. I was lying on my stomach, with Matt Junior stiff as a board, tucked down instead of up. Not only was it uncomfortable, but Stevie boy was getting an eyeful of Matt Junior upside down. I was aware of his hand on my one butt cheek, and downward pressure on the other, then an upward pull. Before I knew it, the shot was over, and Steve was rubbing a gauze alcohol pad over the site of the injection. There was no pain. The way he acted, I was surprised he didn't give Matt Junior a little rub. "Need any help there, big boy?" Steve said to me. Help? Oh, shit! I didn't have to think twice about what THAT meant. Now I had to ponder this. No way was I going to let him do anything sexual to me--not with Shawn in my life. Then, I felt the shot take effect, and got very woozy. "Huh?" I said, trying to grasp reality, but getting more and more light-headed. "You look like you could use some relief there, Matthew." "Wha--oh, um . . . I got a lover, but you can watch if you want." I didn't know what I was saying! And I kept thinking that I didn't say that, but I did. "Well, big boy, your privacy curtain's drawn. Turn your hot self over." I couldn't believe how this guy was so bold. I looked at him and he had his dick out already. He was so cute, and so hung! I started pumping Matt Junior right away. About 30 seconds later, Steve comes all over me--my balls, my cock, my chest--even got some on my neck! This guy could put fires out with that thing. That's all I needed to see, and Matt Junior and I shot hard, coating myself on top of his cum. I must have passed out then--that pain shot was something else. The next thing I remember was a gentle arm shaking me, and a hand covering me up with the sheet. "Hey--hey buddy. Matt? Hey, I hope you're ok. Hope you can talk to me." I fought to open my eyes. "It's ok, Matt--don't force yourself. I hope you'll forgive me." It was Kirk! I glanced up at him briefly, then looked away, finding eye contact uncomfortable. "Fuck!" I said, knowing he saw the cum mess, and he was the one who covered me up. "Matt I'm sorry! Don't be mad. Hey, I jerk off too, you know. But, holy shit! You do put out a hell of a big load! Can you forgive me for what I did to you? I hope you don't hate me. I'm so fuckin sorry, Matt." "No I can't forgive you," I said, lying through my teeth, hoping I could make him squirm, if only for a minute. I just couldn't hate Kirk--he's been such a great friend. I finally looked at him again. He was crying quietly. "Matt, Matt, I'm sorry!" he said, breaking down, falling on the chair and hugging my sheet-covered legs. Kirk just cried and cried. He was so pathetic, I couldn't stand it. "Yeah, Kirk, it's okay. I forgive you." "Well, you shouldn't. I was a first class asshole for what I did, Matt--punching you like that." "Okay--for that moment, you were an asshole. I still forgive you, Kirk." "Oh, God, Matt--look at you!" he said, his sobs deepening. "It's okay, I'll be fine, Kirk. Snap out of it. I got questions I need you to answer." "Okay," he said, trying to get control of himself. "How's things at home? You, know, with you and Shawn?" "Oh, Matt, I'm so sorry. Everything's pretty cool at home, especially after your father came over. He told us about the seminars he's been going to--" "My dad went to YOUR house? Seminars?" "Yeah, Matt. Seminars. For the past six months he's been going to seminars on having a gay son." "WHAT?" I thought I would shit my pants--if I'd had any on. "Yeah, sorry to spring it on you. He knew you were gay a while ago--he just figured, somehow," Kirk said gently, staring at my eyes for my reaction. "Your dad said no one knew about the seminars at the time, not even your mom. And he told us--I mean all of us--me, Shawn, my parents too." "Oh, no!" "No, Matt. Easy. It's okay. Your dad did some kinda miracle, because my parents signed up, too. Meanwhile--they're open to it, believe it or not. They said it was okay with you and Shawn, as long as you don't smoke or do alcohol or drugs, and you guys stay off the streets, and just sleep over each other's houses." "Holy SHIT!" I could not see myself fucking my lover, wondering if mom and dad could hear. Just knowing that they knew! What was I supposed to tell them? "Oh, Shawn's coming over for a fuck later. Hope that's okay."? "Yeah! Your dad is something else. I wish mine was like that. Maybe he will be, after the seminar. I guess it helped that I hurt you. Shit! I know that sounded bad, but . . . And, well-- I'm not sure about this, but--I think your dad isn't going to sue, as long as my parents don't interfere with you and Shawn." "Oh, I get it!" Oh, my God, was I getting it--I just couldn't believe it. "No, Matt--your dad wasn't twisting their arms. Both my parents were ok with it, I'm sure." "Sure?" "Well," Kirk went on, "MY dad took me and Shawn aside and told us that he fooled around with a few guys when he was growing up, and a little in college, too. He said that later, he got to respecting gay couples, pretty much, as long as they treat each other good--but not to tell mom. We SWORE to him that we wouldn't. Shawn practically twisted my arm later and made me swear an oath! He accepted Shawn being gay, and hugged him. Fuck! I didn't get a hug. I got a good paddling! My dad likes you, Matt. He said he always respected you. Mom chimed in on that one and said the same thing." I was tempted to have Kirk bare his ass--I knew, at this point, he would if I asked--and let me see if it was still red from the paddling. Then I thought that sounded too perv. Matt Junior seemed to like the idea. "Wait--my dad's protecting my relationship with Shawn?" "Looks that way." "Geez! What about your mom?" "She just got quiet and went along with dad said. The more the conversation went on, the more she seemed okay with it." "Oh, fuck, Kirk! I'm dreamin, right?" "No," Kirk said with tears in his eyes again. "I'm okay, Kirk, I swear! Don't cr--" "That's not it, Matt! Shawn will hardly talk to me. Damn! I miss him! I didn't know how much the little twerp meant to me until--" "Kirk!" "Oops, Sorry Matt." "Just watch it, how you talk about him! remember he's my--" "But that's not all, Matt. After all the talk, and what my dad told us, I got to thinking." "Yeah?" "Remember our last tennis practice?" "How could I forget!" I said, rubbing it in, a little. Kirk lost his cheer for a moment. "Matt, I'm--" "It's okay. Go ahead." "Remember how I said I couldn't think of you sexually?" "Yeah." "Well, I thought about you, Matt. I see you as sexy, now--I mean, sexually." "Yeah--go on." "I don't know--maybe I'm bi, but . . . especially after seeing you with--" "All that cum on me?" "Yeah. I think I like you . . . um . . . sexually, now, I mean. Fuck! I don't know how to say it . . . to a guy, I mean." I could not believe my ears. This had to be a dream. Four parents accepting this? Kirk--the guy I'd lusted after all through high school until this year when I got to see more of Shown--practically asking me for sex? My heart was pounding from it all, and my mouth went dry. I'd never really understood the term, 'mixed emotions' until that moment. "Fuck! Kirk--I asked your brother to be my partner, my lover, and he accepted. Besides, I love him, and--" "I know, I know. My parents know. Your parents know. Even your doctor knows." "That explains it!" Oh, yeah--that made everything just fine. Put it on the fucking front page, what the hell. "Explains what?" "I'll tell you later, Kirk." I knew Kirk would accept that. "Okay, Matt." "Damn!" I said, smiling. "Your father was very convincing about the seminars--'You are what you are,' he said. That there was still too much hate in the world, and the country's made progress on accepting gays-- and the answer to most troubles is love--that love works for you guys, and it has to work for them," Kirk said, referring to our parents, his and mine. "It was really weird!" "Holy shit! What about you, Kirk? Do you accept me being your little brother's lover?" "Yes," Kirk said bravely, although it looked to me like he was still finding it hard to accept fully. "Oh, shit, I can't think!" I said. I was rejoicing inside, for Shawn's sake first of all, then mine. I was glad that Kirk and I were talking, again, too. Suddenly, I was thinking that Kirk really wanted me. That's when I looked and saw a tent in Kirk's pants. "Holy shit!" I said. Kirk leaned forward right away, hiding his erection. "Matt--I'm not asking, I swear I'm not!" I was crying. I never felt so torn in my life, despite the fact that I knew I would not be unfaithful to Shawn. I was hard as hell, though. erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com (That's me, Eric) :-) crazy-for-the-boy Chapter 5 More to come? If you write to me, please put "MATT" in your email subject line when you write. Thanks. Otherwise I will think it's spam. You know I'll love your email and answer you. If you write a nice, long email, I will too. If it's short, that's ok, too. --Eric Other stories by Eric L. . . . That's me! :-) See below. NOTE: ** means NEW or UPDATED RECENTLY HIGH SCHOOL (Incest stories--scroll further down) ** 1. crazy-for-the-boy (Matt & Shawn) (You just read this) .../nifty/gay/highschool/crazy-for-the-boy/ 2. I-drooled-for-brad (Brad & Robby) .../nifty/gay/highschool/i-drooled-for-brad/ 3. Erotic-dreams (One Chapter Stories, mostly) .../nifty/gay/highschool/erotic-dreams/ INCEST ** 4. 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