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Jon and Matt
As they were loading the dishwasher, Jon reflected over the events of the day. How is it possible that your life could go from despair to elation in a few hours? The wheels were turning in Matt’s mind as well. He thought about how he’d never had anyone special in his life, and how unlikely it is that it should turn out to be Jonathan Kent. The day before, he’d been just another kid at school, and now…
They finished up the dishes in companionable silence, then headed up to Jon’s room. Once there, they shared a brief, but loving embrace and flopped down on the bed to watch some tv. Nothing much was said, except for cursory comments regarding the show, but it was comfortable and easy going. After a few minutes, Jon reached his arm around Matt’s shoulders, and Matt snuggled into him as they continued to watch in silence. After the day they had had, this was perfect bliss, just to be with each other in this way.
After an hour, Matt sadly said he’d better think about getting home soon. Jon looked at the clock and said
“Aw, come on, you’ve got a good fifteen minutes left.”
“I know,” Matt said with a sly grin. “This is the fifteen minute warning, just in case you expect a goodnight kiss.”
Jon smiled at him and said,
“I wasn’t really watching the show anyway.”
Matt agreed, and they put their fifteen minutes to good use.
As they came down the stairs, Shelley Kent gazed up at them. She thought how grateful she was that her son had found a good friend. She worried about him so much, and it seemed as if things were finally turning around for him. Dan was lost in the news, but looked up and acknowledged Matt when he thanked them for dinner. Mrs. Kent made sure he knew he was welcome any time.
As Jon walked Matt to the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Wait a minute!”
he cried as he dashed back up the stairs to his room. Matt, somewhat taken aback by Jon’s sudden outburst, did as he was told. When Jon returned, a little out of breath, he shoved a brown paper bag into Matt’s hands.
“Here skinny, you could stand to gain a few pounds.”
Matt peered into the bag to find the candy bars that Jon had purchased earlier. Matt started it, and Jon chimed in on the Mounds/Almond Joy commercial jingle:
“Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t!”
As they sang, Jon’s parents joined in and they all shared a good laugh. Matt said goodnight to them all and headed home in the last gasp of twilight with laughter in his heart. “So this is what love feels like.” He thought to himself. He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face if he’d tried.
Matt came swinging in the kitchen door at 8:29 – one minute to spare. He called out
Just to make sure he got credit for his punctuality. He came into the living room to find his parents channel surfing. He flung his backpack on the stair landing and went over and kissed his mother on the cheek.
“Hi mom, hi dad.”
He took a seat and joined them. His father looked at him and sensed that he was in the mood to share something. Not wanting to miss the rare opportunity of communication with the teenage species, he clicked the tv off saying
“There’s absolutely nothing good on t.v. nowadays.”
Ann Barker smiled at her son and asked
“So, how was dinner at the Kent’s? Is she as good a cook as I am?”
Matt wasn’t going to fall for the trap.
“NO ONE is as good a cook as you, mom!”
He said with exaggerated reverence.
“Good answer!” quipped his mom.
Bill Barker was quick to add,
“I’m glad you learned something from your old man.”
Which earned him a good natured slug on the arm. Bill demanded a kiss on the arm, or he was going to call 911. Matt couldn’t help thinking that Jon and he acted like his parents. All goofy and lovey dovey. He smiled at them warmly as Ann kissed Bill’s arm, saying,
“There, all better, now, what’s on your mind Matt?”
“Nothing much,” Matt answered, “I had a good time, they’re really nice people.”
“How did the studying go, did you finish your homework?” Ann asked.
“That and more.”
Matt told her, and proceeded to fill his parents in on the study/weight loss arrangement.
“…and Miss Selwitz is going to give me extra credit work to bring my grade up, once I get past the quiz.” He finished.
Ann and Bill were astonished as they listened to Matt’s account of the day. As much as they all got along well, and cared about each other, they had hardly heard a complete sentence from him since his 11th birthday. Well, okay, that’s an exaggeration, but sometimes it seemed that way. Also, he’d always just scraped by in school, no matter how much they pleaded, threatened, and cajoled him to take his work more seriously.
Ann got up and hugged her son, saying,
“We’re very proud of you, Matt.”
Matt giggled and told his mother,
“That means you’re qvelling mit nochis!”
His parents regarded him oddly, so he explained,
“Swell with pride in Yiddish. Miss Selwitz taught it to me.”
Ann pulled Matt back into her arms,
“I knew I liked that woman. I wonder what the Yiddish is for ‘salt of the earth’?” She wondered aloud.
They sat around for awhile, just chatting like they used to. Matt shared with them how bad he felt for teasing Jon, and how he never thought he was hurting his feelings. He even told them how shocked and embarrassed he’d been when he’d seen the hurt in his eyes. His parents knew he was on the verge of tears, and Bill patted the couch between them. Matt joined them just in time for the water works. They surrounded him in love as he cried. Bill was the first to speak.
“Matthew, today you saw someone else’s pain, probably for the first time in your life. It’s the way you responded that’s important. Silly kids are wrapped up in themselves and don’t notice things like that. There’s something in the Bible about ‘putting aside foolish things,’ and that’s what you’re starting to do. Now that you’re growing up you’re going to notice a lot of tragedy in the world. I’m sorry I can’t protect you from it in some ways, but in other ways, I’m glad, because I know you’ll be the kind of man who won’t tolerate injustice.”
He petted Matt’s hair as he continued.
“You don’t have to grow up overnight, though. You’re still our boy, and you can come to us with anything. We love you so much.”
Nothing further needed to be said, so they just stayed like that for awhile. Finally, Matt kissed both of his parents on the cheek and said a silent prayer that they would still love him when he told them he was gay. Somehow he knew in his heart that they would.
Soon it was time for bed, so Matt headed upstairs. He decided he’d see if Jon was online before turning in, and fired up his PC. He opened AIM and added jonnyboy0422 to his buddy list, and sure enough, there he was.
MattMan0621: hey there. checking out the m4m chat rooms?
There was a brief pause before Jon answered.
Jonnyboy0422: did my name come up?
Neither one of them wanted to be the first to sign off, but eventually both boys shut down their computers and headed for bed.
Jon lay there under the covers and rubbed himself through his briefs. He’d always started this way ever since he discovered masturbation. He soon had enough of that, and pulled the covers and his underwear down around his ankles. With his feet together and knees to either side he began to jerk himself with his right hand, while playing with his balls with the other. His jerking became more intense as he flashed on his face buried in Matt’s brief covered crotch. The memory of his scent made his spit covered palm go in to overdrive. He wanted the feeling to last, so he brought himself to the edge and stopped. “Who says I have no willpower!” he chuckled in the dark. He slowly began again, this time he used his free hand to play with his anus. He’d never done this before, but it felt really intense. He kicked off his briefs and the covers and lifted his legs and spread them wide. He loved the open feeling, and the cool night air circulating around his most personal areas.
He wanted to get some saliva on his finger so he could feel what it was like to stick it in, but he was afraid of the taste. Urgency got the better of him though, and he paused long enough to put his finger in his mouth. It didn’t taste as bad as he thought it would. Not bad at all really. If it was Matt’s beautiful butt, he thought he probably would like it. He continued to jerk himself as he cautiously probed his rectum. It didn’t hurt, but it felt really strange to have something up there. He went a little further and hit his prostrate. “Wow!” he thought, “so this is what all the fuss is about!” His whole body began to shudder as he began to jerk faster. This time there was no turning back. He thought about having Matt’s dick buried deep within him. He began to whimper just before he came with such intensity that he hit himself in the chin. His orgasm lasted longer than he’d ever remembered. When he finally finished coming, he just lay there panting, unable to move. Finally his breathing became normal again. He cleaned himself off and rolled over and fell into the deepest, best sleep he could ever remember having.
Matt really was emotionally and physically exhausted. Despite his erect state, he soon fell asleep, gently rocking his hips against the cool sheets. He slept soundly, with pleasant dreams that he would probably never remember. Just after dawn, he awoke in the throws of his first ever wet dream. He’d never kept his hands off of himself for long enough to have the experience. He usually couldn’t resist keeping himself pretty well drained.
As he drifted back to consciousness, he reveled in the feeling of pumping out his load without touching his penis. Oh God it felt good. When he was fully awake, he replayed the dream in his head. In his dream, he had been alone with Jon in the music room at school. Jon was practicing the piano, and they were both stark naked. It was definitely Jon’s face, but he had a really good body. Both boys were rock hard. Matt came over to Jon and started conducting with his hardness. Jon began to falter and miss notes. Eventually, he stopped playing, and engulfed Matt’s pride and joy in his mouth. Jon resumed his playing while bobbing up and down on Matt without missing a beat in either endeavor. This is where Matt woke up to the fireworks.
Matt thought about how weird the dream had been, yet as it was happening, it felt perfectly normal. Dreams were like that, he mused. The last naked school dream he had was a nightmare. He remembered it involved trying to cover himself in the crowded cafeteria while everyone pointed and laughed at him. Of the two, he’d take this latest one anytime.
A thought struck him as he was dressing after his shower. He was a little disappointed in himself for being so shallow that his sub-conscious mind had given Jon a hot body. He loved the guy, why should looks matter? “Oh well,” he thought, “it didn’t seem to matter when we were together for real, and besides, dad said I didn’t have to grow up over night.” He sort of knew he was rationalizing, and he wondered if his deal with Jon was a way of turning him into a good looking guy so he wouldn’t be embarrassed by him. “NO,” he said out loud to the empty room. He had to push that thought out of his mind. He loved Jon, and wanted him to succeed. By the time he got downstairs, he had succeeded in allaying his own fears. He remembered how gentle and tender Jon had been, and how quick he was to make him feel good about himself after his awkward apology. “Nope,” he said to himself, “this is the real thing. I could never be ashamed of him. If you love someone, you take care of them, and that’s how we’re going to be.”
As he climbed the steps to school, Matt felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around to see Jon standing there beaming at him.
Jon said, gazing at Matt, wishing he could take him in his arms.
Matt was wishing the exact same thing. It suddenly hit them just how hard it was going to be to keep their secret. Though no words were exchanged, it was as though they had a whole conversation about it. Finally Jon verbalized what they were both thinking.
“I guess we have to be careful.”
“Yeah,” Matt agreed, “I sure don’t feel like being careful right now, but if anyone found out, we’d take a lot of crap for sure.”
They hurried to homeroom and slid into their seats just before the bell, busying themselves with preparing for the school day ahead. Matt was trying to concentrate on the announcements. He knew the only way to not give himself away was to go about his business as usual. Fortunately, he’d had a lot of practice in not betraying his emotions. Jon was having a hard time flipping the switch in his mind between his public and private relationship with Matt as well, but he knew he had to. At least for the time being.
The morning classes were uneventful. The year was starting to wind down in terms of class work. They still had several papers, and finals to get through. Not to mention the dreaded social studies quiz. Finally, they were being dismissed from Mr. Hanson’s class, and it was time for lunch. Matt thought it seemed like an eternity since yesterday at the same time. He smiled as he saw Jon waiting for him at the door.
As they walked down the hall to the lunchroom, Charlie Pierce came out the boy’s room and walked headlong into Jon.
“Watch where you’re going you tub of lard!” came his nasty remark.
“Hey,” Matt came back at him, “how was he supposed to know you were gonna barge out the door, and don’t call him that!”
Charlie fixed him with a malevolent gaze.
“What’s your problem, Barker? You make fun of Jonafat all the time.”
His words stung Matt, and he felt his face flush.
“Yeah, well I don’t think we should anymore. We’re getting to old for that crap, and Jon’s a good guy.”
Charlie got a confused look on his face and mumbled,
“Just watch where you’re going.” as he slunk away down the hall.
When he was out of earshot, Jon said to Matt,
“You know you don’t have to fight my battles for me.”
Matt looked into Jon’s eyes, and for the first time since yesterday, he had no clue as to what Jon was thinking.
“I know, I just couldn’t stand to hear him talk to you that way, and then he had to remind me of what I jerk I’ve been all these years.”
Matt said dejectedly. Jon wanted so badly to hug him, but instead he said,
“Hey, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Things don’t change overnight, it’s going to take some time for everyone to learn what a terrific person I am.”
They both laughed, and went on to the lunchroom.
The usual gang was already digging into the school’s culinary offering du jour when the boys got to the lunchroom. They grabbed trays and got in line. With dried out baked ziti, salad that consisted of a few pieces of lettuce, some carrot shavings, a slice of tomato and some gloppy Italian dressing, overcooked green beans, a roll with a pat of butter, and some weird looking institutional cake, they made their way to a table where Marla, Stacey, Andy and Trevor were already ensconced. They sat across from each other at the end of the table.
Matt greeted them.
Came a chorus of answers from around the table. If they thought it was strange that Jon was joining them at the “cool table,” none of them made mention of it.
Marla continued the story she’d been in the middle of.
“So like this guy at the checkout counter is just staring at my boobs, and I say to him: ‘Do you mind?’ and he gets all embarrassed and looks away. I couldn’t believe he was checking me out like that.”
“Maybe he was the house detective.” Andy chided.
“More like the house pervert.”
Marla shot back, arching her back to give her audience the full effect of her full figure.
“I guess that’s why they call it the ‘checkout’ counter.”
Stacey interjected. They chatted away about their classes and other general stuff, when Jon, who hadn’t spoken through the entire meal asked the group,
“Anyone want my cake? I’m not going to eat it.”
There was an awkward silence, when finally Trevor piped up,
“I’ll take it, all donations gratefully accepted!”
They all laughed at that, because Trevor had a reputation as the human garbage can. He ate enormous quantities of food, but never gained an ounce.
Feeling the call of nature, Matt got up to go to the boy’s room. As he finished relieving himself, he heard the boy’s room door open and shut. He turned around to find himself face to face with Sam Kent. Sam was a senior, and a good three feet taller than Matt. He was on the football team and had the body to go with it. As Jon’s older brother stared down at him with a menacing look, all kinds of thoughts raced through Matt’s mind.
“Did he hear about me teasing Jon yesterday? He wasn’t at dinner, he doesn’t know we’re friends now. Maybe he’s going to pound the crap out me. Oh God.”
Sam didn’t take his eyes off of him, and said in a low voice,
“We’ve got to talk.”
Matt just stood there contemplating his own mortality. It was as though his feet were riveted to the floor. He couldn’t find his voice, and his mouth just hung dumbly open.
“Look Barker, I don’t know what you’re up to, but if you hurt my brother, you’re going to wish the fuck you hadn’t.”
Matt willed himself to speak.
“No, Sam, you’ve got it all wrong! Jon and I are friends now. We just had lunch together and…”
Sam cut him off,
“Yeah, yeah, I know. All anyone talked about at my house this morning was ‘Matt this, and Matt that’ you may have my parents snowed, but I’m not quite ready to buy all this happy horse shit. If this turns out to be some elaborate practical joke, I’ll…I’ll…”
There was a long silence. Sam stared at Matt, looking for some sign of sincerity. All he saw, though was terror. Sam was very protective of Jon, but he was not a bully. He took no pleasure in the effect he was having on the younger boy. He broke the gaze with a sigh, and said,
“Listen, Jon is very…well…sensitive. He doesn’t make friends easily. It’s just hard for me to believe that all this could happen overnight. I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t trust you. I love my brother very much and I don’t want to see him get hurt. He’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. You have no idea what you and your friends put that kid through. About two weeks ago, I was going to the john in the middle of the night. When I passed his door, I heard him crying. I went in to see what was wrong. He kept sobbing over and over ‘Why don’t they like me, what’s wrong with me’ The only reason I didn’t mop the floor with you then is because Jon begged me not to. I respected his wishes, but next time I can’t promise anything”
Matt relaxed a little when he realized that this wasn’t going to become physical.
“Sam, I don’t blame you for not trusting me. I know I’ve acted like an asshole. Jon and I are friends now. Best friends. I’ll do anything to earn your trust. I’ll never hurt Jon again, I swear.”
The words tumbled out of him and he felt a warm salty tear slide down his cheek. Matt knew about Jon crying himself to sleep, but hearing his brother’s account was tearing him apart inside. Sam regarded him skeptically, but he put a hand on Matt’s shoulder and spoke quietly and evenly.
“If I’m wrong about you, I’ll be more than happy to apologize. I’ll be watching. Not one word to Jon about this.”
With that, he turned and left Matt alone in the empty boy’s room. Matt heard his sobs echo against the tile walls. He managed to pull himself together and washed his face with ice cold water. When he thought he looked presentable, he headed back to the lunchroom.
He forced himself to smile when he saw Jon’s beaming face.
“What took so long? We were beginning to think you fell in!”
“Yeah,” Trevor added, “we were just about to form a search party.”
Matt was in no mood for the vacuous conversation, but he did his best not let on. He wasn’t fooling Jon, though, who made an excuse to leave, hoping Matt would follow his lead.
“Well, I’ve got to check something out in the library before my next class. Thanks for letting me join you, I really enjoyed having lunch with you guys.”
The fact that Jon acknowledged that it was a priveledge to sit at their table had a curious effect on the group. Matt looked around the table at the gang he knew so well, and he could imagine how each one was reacting. He knew that Trevor and Stacey were feeling a little ashamed about being thought of as elitist, while he figured queen bee Marla accepted Jon’s appreciation as was her due. Andy, good natured, big hearted and, bless his heart, not-the-sharpest-knife-in-the-drawer Andy. Matt knew the whole moment went right over his head.
When Jon had left, Matt was planning his own escape, when Marla piped up,
“Strange, he never sat with us before, why today?”
Matt fought with himself not to sound defensive. He liked Marla, everyone did. It was almost impossible not to admire her regal personality, and she was a lot of fun to be around, but she was a trifle shallow, and came off as stuck up at times. Matt chose his words carefully,
“I went over to his house yesterday. He’s helping me with social studies, hell, he may be keeping me out of Summer school. His mom invited me to dinner, and I had a really good time. He’s a great guy when you get to know him a little better.”
Stacey and Trevor pushed the remains of their lunch around their plates.
“I’m not saying I don’t like him,” Marla persisted, “I just think it’s strange that he’d just come over and sit down with us all of a sudden.”
Now Matt was getting annoyed.
“Maybe it had something to do with what we were studying last night,”
he ventured, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice,
“about Rosa Parks daring to sit in the front of the bus in Selma, Alabama when People of Color were segregated to the back.”
No one said anything for awhile until Marla broke the silence,
“Well, we’re certainly not like that!” She pronounced.
Everyone else at the table rolled their eyes, even Andy. Matt decided to let it slide. He’d made his point.
Matt really wanted to catch up with Jon, but before he left, he decided to take a chance. He looked around the table, and said,
“I want to ask you guys a favor. Jon’s trying to lose weight, and it’s really hard for him. We’ve all known each other since Kindergarten, he’s one of us. We should encourage each other whenever we can. Do you think we could maybe spread the word to lay off the jokes and stuff? Let’s give him a chance.”
“Yeah, okay Matt, I’m with you.” Andy offered.
“Sure Matt, you’re right.” Trevor agreed.
Stacey looked across the table at him and said,
“You’re a really good guy, Matt. You and Jon can count on me.”
Matt felt himself blush, but he didn’t care. His dad was right. They were growing up.
He left the lunchroom with the sound of Marla’s voice chattering excitedly in his ears.
“Well, we’re going to have to take him shopping for a whole new wardrobe! Of course, I’m certainly the most qualified for that task, I wonder if his mother has a Macy’s charge…”
Matt smiled to himself. Even Marla, in her own weird way, was reaching out.
Matt caught up with Jon who was waiting anxiously by the door to the library.
“Are you okay?” Jon asked with a note of concern in his voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Matt was over the shock of his confrontation with Sam in the boy’s room, and he felt good about the chat he’d had with the gang. He felt good about Sam, too, now that the fear was gone. He liked knowing that Jon’s big brother was looking out for him, and he knew he’d prove himself to Sam.
“It’s just that you looked kind of shaken up when you got back from the bathroom. I was worried about you. Did something happen?”
“Yes, but I can’t talk about it now. I promise I’ll tell you someday.”
Jon looked at him with a perplexed expression. Matt hated keeping anything from Jon, but he knew he had to for the time being. He was grateful when Jon let it drop.
“Okay Matt, I trust you. Are we going to study after school?”
Matt said with a big grin, and they arranged to meet on the front steps after school.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Matt breezed through his classes with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. He felt calm, happy, and focused for a change. The high point of his afternoon was the approval he got from Miss Selwitz when he was the only one who knew the answer to her question about the previous night’s reading.
“Someone’s been hitting the books, I see!” Miss Selwitz fluted in her musical voice.
Matt looked lovingly at Jon whose face looked like the sunrise. If anyone had noticed the look they exchanged, the jig most certainly would have been up. As it happened, someone did notice. When Matt looked back at Miss S, she regarded him with a knowing smile. He blushed crimson, and felt a little wave of panic, but something about her smile reassured him.
“Good work, Matt, keep it up.” she said sincerely.
If Matt had thought about it at all, he would have realized that Jon most certainly should have known the answer to Miss Selwitz’ question, and that he purposely had left his hand down.
After school, the boys went to their lockers, and eventually met on the steps as arranged. On the walk home, Jon shared what had happened in gym class.
“The coach had us pair off to work on floor exercises and Andy asked if I wanted to partner with him. He showed me a bunch of stuff about working my abs, it was really cool.”
“That’s great, Jon.” Matt replied.
Jon’s expression turned thoughtful.
“No one ever wants to partner with me in gym. I’m always the last one picked. You didn’t say anything to those guys, did you?”
Matt didn’t answer. He loved Andy for helping Jon, but he should have known he would be less than subtle.
“You did, didn’t you!” Jon wailed. “You told them to take pity on the poor fat kid! Oh God, how could you humiliate me like that!”
“Jon, Jon, it wasn’t like that, I swear! I just told them what a good time I had at your house, and how you’re a good guy and all. I just said that you were trying to lose weight, and that we should encourage each other. I even told them how you’re going to keep me out of Summer school! They really like you Jon, honest!”
Jon relaxed a little, but still had a wary look on his face. Matt was feeling like he’d let Jon down, but he knew he only meant the best for him.
“Jon, I’m sorry. I just wanted them to see you like I do. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
Suddenly a light bulb went off in Matt’s head.
“Wait a minute, you HAD to know the answer to that question Miss S. asked today, how come you didn’t raise your hand?”
Jon got a sheepish grin on his face.
“Okay, I guess you caught me too.”
Matt smiled at him lovingly.
“Yup! I guess we’re both guilty of caring in the first degree!”
All comments are appreciated, and all flames are cheerfully ignored. Well, the boys are certainly finding their way in their relationship. In chapter 3, Stacey and Trevor will prove what good friends they really are.
Thanks to David and Tony who wrote after the first chapter with kind words.
All best, Jonathan