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Jon and Matt
Chapter Eight

Matt was out of bed and dressed in a t-shirt and running shorts when he glanced over at the bed to find Jon still sound asleep. He kneeled by the bed and got right next to Jon’s ear.

“Are you sleeping, Are you Sleeping, Brother Jon? Brother Jon?” He sang, remembering the round they used to sing in first grade music class.

Jon’s eyes fluttered open. He groaned. “What time is it?”

“7:00” Matt informed him.

“Why are we getting up so early?” Jon inquired.

“Because, you and I are going for a run before it gets too hot outside. Doctor’s orders!” Matt replied, poking Jon playfully in the belly.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” Jon moaned as he turned over and buried his head in the pillow.

Matt pulled the covers off of him and began spanking his brief clad bottom. Not hard enough to hurt him, but certainly hard enough to be annoying.

“Okay, okay,” Jon said as he arched his butt and wiggled it at Matt. He turned over and swung his legs onto the floor exposing the bulge in his underpants.

“How am I ‘sposed to run like this?” He asked, pointing at his crotch.

“I don’t know, that’s your problem! No playtime until after breakfast. Dad’s going to work, and mom has an early beauty parlor appointment.” He winked, and gave Jon a chaste kiss. “Why don’t you think about Mr. Hanson naked, it always works for me!” Jon closed his eyes and concentrated on Mr. Hanson’s boney looking ass.

“Hey! It works!” He opened his eyes grinning. Matt tossed Jon his overnight bag.

“No sense in showering until after we run.”

Jon slipped on a pair of shorts over his undies, and put on his socks and sneaks. He figured there was no sense in sweating up a fresh t-shirt.

“Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are we going to run?”

“I thought you could borrow dad’s bike, we could ride down by the reservoir. There’s a path down there where lot’s of people run.”
“Oh.” Jon said as he hung his head. Matt sat on the bed next to him and put an arm around his shoulders.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asked with a concerned note.

“I look funny when I run. People might laugh at me. When I ran over here yesterday, I started walking if I saw someone.”

Matt thought about this for a minute.

“First of all,” he began. “You don’t look that funny when you run. Now Joel Salinski, HE looks funny when he runs!”

Jon giggled, thinking about the scrawny kid in their class whose ears, nose and feet seemed to be growing at a much faster rate than the rest of his body.

Matt added, “Of course, the new me would never tell him!” This earned him a kiss on the cheek.

“Second of all,” Matt continued, “it’s mostly people older than us there at this time of day, and most of them aren’t in such good shape either. That’s why they’re there. If anything, they’ll probably admire you for making the effort…like I do. Third of all…well, there is no ‘third of all,’ except that I love you and if anyone laughs at you, I’ll…I’ll…shove them in the lake!”

Jon squeezed Matt’s leg. “My Hero!” He said, and he meant it.

It took about 5 minutes to ride to the reservoir in the cool morning air. After chaining the bikes to a lamppost, they made their way to the path. There were a few people there, but as Matt had predicted, they were all in their 30’s and 40’s. Matt showed Jon how to stretch and warm up.

“I’m going to let you set the pace. Keep it nice and easy, we’re not trying to set any records. The idea is to get into a comfortable rhythm.” Matt coached. Jon started out a little tentatively. Eventually, he found a pace that was a happy medium between comfort and exertion. He felt he could keep going for awhile without getting winded.

“If you keep this up, it’s going to help your breathing when you sing.” Matt said, trying to give him extra incentive. Jon grunted an answer. He still wasn’t at the point where he had enough breath for both breathing and talking. Even though Matt could have run circles around him, he was enjoying the easy pace and the scenic landscape. It was still cool enough not to be brutal.

Jon was getting tired, but he was determined to make it to the end of the path. When they reached their goal, Jon collapsed on the grass to catch his breath. Matt sat down next to him and patted him on the back.

“I think you look cute when you run.” He said, reaching down and pinching his ass.

When Jon caught his breath, he rolled over and looked up at the sky, enjoying the feeling of the cool grass beneath him.

“You’re biased!” He said, as Matt stretched out next to him. They studied the clouds for awhile in silence. At the moment, they felt more like best friends than lovers. Just two boys lying in the grass on a summer morning without a care in the world. It felt great.

Jon pointed lazily, “that cloud over there looks like a huge cock and balls.” He noted.

Matt giggled as he got to his feet. “You have a dirty mind.”

“Yeah, and I haven’t heard you complaining!”

The run back was a little easier for Jon. He was starting to find his pace, and for the first time in his life he was actually enjoying something athletic. When Matt sensed that Jon’s energy was flagging, he pulled into the lead, calling over his shoulder,

“Keep your eyes on the prize!”

He gave his butt a little wiggle. Jon stared at his boyfriend’s cute rear end. He definitely got his second wind. In his mind, he could almost hear “Chariots of fire.” Jon had a habit of running a soundtrack in his head sometimes. The boys reached the head of the path before they knew it.

As they wheeled the bikes into the garage, Ann and Bill were just headed out the door.

“We thought you boys were still sleeping, what have you been up to so early?” Ann called to them cheerfully.

“The drill sergeant over here got me out of bed at 7:00 to go running before it got too hot.” Jon reported, giving Matt a gentle punch on the arm.

“That’s m’job!” Matt said, returning the punch.

Ann walked over to them and gave each one of them a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m afraid there’s only cold cereal for breakfast… You two stink!” She teased, wrinkling up her nose.

“I love you too, mom.” Matt rejoined as they went their separate ways.

In the kitchen, Matt got down some bowls from the cupboard and set them on the table. He went to the pantry and brought back a box of Wheaties.

“Breakfast of champions!” He said, putting the box down in front of Jon. He got the milk out and some spoons and came to the table. Jon stared longingly at the sugar bowl, as he picked up his spoon. Matt followed his gaze and swept the sugar bowl off the table and put it on the counter out of reach.

“You have to think of that as poison from now on.” He said as he retook his seat.

Jon took a bite, chewed it and swallowed with a disgusted look on his face.

“Tastes like cardboard!” He grunted.

“You have to learn to appreciate things differently. When you put sugar on it, all you taste is the sugar. For example, notice how the fresh, clean taste of the milk blends in your mouth with the nutty taste of the cereal!” He piped in his best announcer’s voice.

Jon took another bite. “Ah yes!” Jon said with equal aplomb. “…mingling together on the palate to produce the unique effect of soggy cardboard! A veritable thrill for the senses!”

Matt spluttered on the bite he’d just taken while Jon patted him on the back. When they’d finished, Matt got a wicked grin on his face.

“We’ve got the house to ourselves for about another hour and a half. What do you say we hit the shower and, uh, I don’t know…fuck?”

“Well, since you put it so romantically, how could a guy refuse!”

“Race you to the bathroom!” Matt yelled as he bolted out of the kitchen. Jon was on his heels pawing at the waistband of Matt’s shorts before they were even half way up the stairs.

“No fair!” Matt yelled over his shoulder. When they got to the bathroom, Matt ran the water. The two unceremoniously stripped, discarding the sweaty clothes on the floor. Jon hugged Matt from behind and inhaled deeply through his nose.

“I don’t think you stink. I love it when you’re all hot and sweaty.”

Matt chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be all hot and sweaty again before long.”

They washed each other’s bodies lovingly and thoroughly. Matt got the shampoo and washed Jon’s hair for him. Jon loved the feeling of Matt’s fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp. When he’d finished, they traded places. Matt closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. After they’d dried each other, they ran naked to Matt’s room and dove on the bed, falling into a tangle of arms, legs and tongues.

Jon rolled Matt onto his back, and broke the kiss. “I want to go first.” Jon said, caressing Matt’s body.

“You jocks are so…forceful.” Matt cooed.

Jon began rubbing and licking at various parts of Matt’s anatomy as he moved down his body. When he reached his crotch, he took Matt’s cock lovingly in his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around the tip. Matt gently lifted Jon’s head off of his erection.

“Don’t baby, I’m real close and I want to save it for you.”

Jon rubbed lazy circles on Matt’s tummy and gave him a chance to calm down. When he went back to Matt’s crotch, he turned his attention to his balls. Matt wasn’t overly endowed in that department, allowing Jon to seal his lips around his entire scrotum and let his tongue swirl around the two orbs. As Matt marveled at the sensation, he idly wondered if they’d ever run out of new ways to bring pleasure to each other. When Jon broke the seal, he gave the taught little sack an affectionate kiss.

“I’ll be right back, don’t go away.” He said in a languid voice as he went to retrieve the lube from his bag. When he returned to the bed, he raised Matt’s legs and began to prepare him. After a minute or two, Matt began to wriggle on Jon’s fingers, letting him know that he was ready. Jon positioned himself at the entrance facing Matt with his legs in the air. He pushed in slowly. It was much easier this time since they both knew what to expect. In no time at all, they fell into a sensual rhythm and enjoyed the ecstasy of the best love making either of them had experienced up to this point.

Matt was trying desperately not to come, but the feel of Jon inside him, and his body rubbing against his cock was just too much for him. His pent up load spewed out the tip of his penis in mind blowing contractions, causing Jon to whimper as he filled Matt’s insides with his juices.

When their vital signs were close to normal, Matt gave Jon a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you.” He whispered in Jon’s ear.

“No, thank YOU.” Jon insisted.

“I tried to hold off for you, but there was just no way.” Matt sighed.

“Hey, it’s okay baby,” Jon said soothingly. “What we just did was so perfect. This time I made love to you. Next time we get a chance, you can make love to me.”

Matt gave him another kiss on the cheek. “I just did, silly.”

They dozed together in each other’s arms until they were awakened by the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway.

“Shit! Mom’s home!” Matt squealed as he jumped from the bed, pulling clothes from his drawers and slipping into them hurriedly. Jon grabbed his bag and dressed as quickly as he could.

“Boys? Are you up there? I stopped at the supermarket on the way home, I could use a hand.”

“We’ll be down in a minute, mom, we’re just finishing up a video game.” Matt yelled down the stairs. Even though their parents knew about them, neither boy was comfortable about getting caught in the act, so to speak. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, but “the sex talk” was definitely something they both wanted to put off as long as possible.

They reached the kitchen, slightly disheveled and out of breath. If Ann noticed, she didn’t say anything. The boys went to the car to bring in the remaining groceries. When they got back to the kitchen, Ann was putting things away.

“So who won?” She asked.

Matt looked at her blankly. “The video game.” She persisted. “Who won?”

Comprehension dawned on Matt’s face. “Oh, uh, it was sort of a tie!” He stammered, casting a warning glance in Jon’s direction. Jon was biting his lip and trembling, trying to contain a laugh.

Ann’s back was to them as she put a can of something on the shelf. “I thought you said one of your joy sticks wasn’t working?” She said, knowing she was making the boys squirm.

“Oh, uh, they both seem to be working fine today.” Matt stammered. Jon couldn’t help letting out a little giggle, and Matt shot him a withering glance.

“Well, you boys run along, thanks for the help.” As Jon and Matt headed for the door, she stopped them.

“Oh, Matt.”

“Yeah mom?”

“Your t-shirt’s inside out.”

They both blushed furiously, knowing they’d just been busted.

Ann walked over to them and placed a hand on each boy’s shoulder.

“Look, your father and I discussed this and we both agree that it would be unrealistic to expect you to not show your affection for one another. Every parent worries about their children when they move in to this phase of life, but we trust you to treat each other with respect. We’re not trying to pry into your sex life, but no more lies, okay?”

“Sorry mom.” Matt said, staring at the floor.

“Yeah, sorry,” Jon added sheepishly.

She reached up and lightly knocked their two heads together and messed up their hair.

“Now get out of here, and play nice!” She said as she shooed them out into the sunshine.

They were idly tossing a ball around in the back yard when Matt had an idea.

“Hey, why don’t we go to the town pool. We could call Trev, Andy and the girls and see if they want to join us. I can swing by school and drop off my paper for Miss Selwitz on the way.”

Jon thought it sounded like fun. Ordinarily, he would have been too shy to be seen in a bathing suit, but after running in public, and the events that followed, it didn’t seem like a big deal to him. He was gaining confidence by the minute.

Matt got busy on the phone, and soon it was all arranged. He got his suit and a towel and they hopped on the bikes and rode to Jon’s to get his. Matt mostly stood on the pedals as he rode for obvious reasons. It was going to feel good to soak in the pool, he thought. Matt got his school errand out of the way and they headed to the pool.

As they rode, Matt told him about his conversation with Trevor at the mall.

“So what do you think? Should we tell them?”

“I don’t know, Matt. They’re cool and all, but Marla loves to gossip. Do you think she’d keep a lid on it?”

“You’ve got a point.” Matt said, deep in thought. Suddenly, he had an idea.

“Check this out. We tell them privately and swear them to secrecy, BUT, we don’t tell them that Trev and Stacey know. Stacey is the first person Marla would blab to, so we tell Stacey to give us the heads up. That way we could read her the riot act before she does any more damage. What do you think?” Matt felt like taking a bow.

Jon was still unsure, but he conceded that it might work. Marla wasn’t malicious, and if she could be made to understand how important this is, maybe she could be trusted.

They were the first of the gang to arrive, and headed for the locker room. It was deserted, and they found two lockers, changed into their suits and headed for the shower room. Rinsing off under the shower before going in the pool was a mandatory health regulation. They’d never seen the point before, but this time it was a good thing. Earlier in their haste, they’d not been able to properly clean off their ejaculate, and holding their suits open under the spray, it felt good to wash away the crusty mess.

They headed to the pool and jumped in. When they surfaced, they heard some kid shout,

“Look out! Run for your lives! It’s Orca the killer whale!” The other end of the pool erupted in laughter.

Matt shook the hair out of his eyes and Jon saw his face flush with anger.

“Don’t Matt, just ignore them, okay? For me?”

Matt relaxed a little, “Doesn’t it bother you?” He asked, studying Jon’s eyes for a clue.

Jon thought for a minute. “You know, for the first time in my life, I can honestly say it doesn’t.”

Matt could tell by his eyes that he meant it. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Jon beamed. “If for the sole reason that you love me, I think, for once, I’d have to agree!”

They swam a few laps, and before long the others began to arrive. They all shouted their greetings and dove in, splashing and thrashing in the water until a lifeguard blew a warning whistle at them. They had fun in the water for awhile, and decided to take a break.

Marla stretched out on a lounge chair and gazed up at Jon drying off beside her.

“Whatever you’re doing is sure working Jon, you’re looking downright sexy!” She drawled.

Jon blushed and smiled self deprecatingly. “I don’t know about ‘sexy,’ I’ve got a long way to go yet.”

Stacey came over to him and said, “You look just fine to me!”

With a wink in Matt’s direction, she leaned in and gave Jon a kiss on the cheek. Both boys knew that she was acting as proxy for Matt, and they truly loved her for it.

Jon noticed that Matt had drawn Stacey away from the group and was whispering to her animatedly. Shortly after they returned, Stacey grabbed Trevor by the hand and said,

“Trev, I’m just dieing of thirst, will you go to the snack bar with me?”

“Sure honey, I’ll buy!” He said as he got off his chair and headed off with her.

When they were out of earshot, Matt came over to where Marla and Andy were sunning themselves. They seated themselves on the same lounge chair, and Matt began.

“Marla, Andy…uh, Jon and I have something we want to let you in on.”

“Oooo!” Marla enthused, taking off her sunglasses and looking at the boys. “Sounds juicy, do tell!”

“Well, it’s gotta be a secret. It’s really important. Do you promise not to tell…anyone?” Matt asked.

Andy shook his head in the affirmative, while Marla regarded the boys oddly.

“Why Matthew Barker, are you implying that I’m a gossip?” She arched her eyebrows at him.

“Well, not exactly. More of…an informational hub.”

Marla seemed to like this new title. She smiled at them, “Well, I do like to keep abreast of what’s going on.” She conceded. “Alright, I promise, if it means that much to you.”

“Jon and I have gotten to know each other really well over the last two weeks, and…well, we’re a couple.” Matt managed to say with a minimum of trouble. He was definitely starting to get used to this.

Marla’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. Later, Matt would reflect on how satisfying it was to render her speechless for a change.

“A couple of what?” Andy asked, shrugging his shoulders. Matt rolled his eyes, “Good old Andy!” he thought to himself. Jon looked across Marla at Andy’s puzzled expression. A couple of boyfriends.” He said quietly.

Andy swung his legs to the ground. “What!” He shouted. The boys flinched. They were beginning to regret their decision when Andy blurted out, “That’s great! Marla and I always wondered if you guys felt awkward hanging with us, ya know, because we’re sort of together, and Trev and Stace are an item…and all the time you’ve had each other! Way to go!” He reached across Marla and high fived both boys enthusiastically.

“Yes,” agreed Marla, regaining her speech. “This is sooooo cool! It’s really chic to have gay friends these days. Maybe you two could do a whole ‘Queer Eye’ number on Andy!” She said, referring to the TV show where a team of gay men help a straight man improve his image. “Lord knows I’VE tried to raise his fashion consciousness, but maybe he’d listen to you. Also, you should see his room!”

The boys were near hysterical. They were laughing partly out of relief. When Jon had composed himself, he told her,

“Marla, slow down! I regret to inform you we’re the same two lovable slobs we were five minutes ago!” Then he added, “Although I am starting to develop a sense for these things.”

“He’s a great cook. I can vouch for that!” Matt said, clapping Jon on the back.

Jon looked over to where Andy was sitting, “Andy, I’m really glad you’re happy for us, but I’m a little surprised. I mean, I figured you’d accept us, but I wasn’t really prepared for your…enthusiasm.”

“Oh, because I’m a dumb jock, I’m supposed to hate fags?” Andy chuckled. “Shows what YOU know. My Uncle Andrew is gay. I was named after him, and proud of it. He’s one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met. I stayed with him and his partner for two weeks last year when my parents went to Florida. We had a blast! I’d call them Uncle Andrew and Auntie Bert sometimes, just to bust their chops!” He said with a grin.

“I’m sorry Andy,” Jon said sincerely. “I shouldn’t have judged you. It’s just that when you spend your whole life worrying about what people are going to think…”

Andy cut him off. “No apology necessary! We’re alright!” He walked around Marla’s lounge chair and slapped each of them vigorously on the back.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I could use a drink!” Marla said dramatically, and they headed off to the snack bar in search of Stacey and Trevor.

The rest of the afternoon was great for Matt and Jon. It was a wonderful feeling to hang out with their four best friends, splashing in the water, trading dumb jokes, and just knowing that they all knew about them and nothing had changed.

When it was time to go, the boys and girls headed off to their respective locker rooms. Matt was a little nervous about how Trevor and Andy would feel disrobing in front of Jon and him, knowing that they were gay. He was surprised to find that of the four of them, he was the only one that was the least self-conscious. Even Jon seemed completely at ease with his nudity. Trevor and Andy were seemingly oblivious as they snapped their towels at each other and joked and shoved their way to the shower to wash the near toxic levels of chlorine out of their hair. Matt took a deep breath and followed the others into the spray, trying not to think about his dick swinging in the breeze.

Jon noticed the look of discomfort on his boyfriends face. He turned the hot water on Matt’s shower down a notch and whispered. “Mr. Hanson!”

Matt grinned, wondering what Mr. Hanson would think if he only knew that he was their secret weapon against unwanted protuberance. He figured that being a man of science, he might just be intrigued.

On the way home, Matt felt a little more comfortable in the saddle. He cycled up next to Jon.

“That went well.” He said, trying to read Jon’s thoughtful expression.

“Yeah, now we just have to wait and see if Marla can keep her mouth shut.”

“Ah yes!” Matt intoned. “The game is afoot, my dear Watson!”

Jon smiled, thinking “Matt likes Sherlock Holmes.” He filed this little tidbit away, thinking how much he loved learning new little facts about him. He guessed that this must be one of the many cool things about new love.

When they were about a block away from Matt’s house, his cell phone went off in his pocket. Pulling over to the curb, he saw Stacey’s name on the caller ID.

“That was fast.” He said to Jon, rolling his eyes. After a brief conversation, the boys changed directions and peddled for Stacey’s house.

When Stacey answered the door, they followed her up to her room where Marla was sitting cross legged on the bed filing her nails.

“Who was at the do…” She looked up to see Jon and Matt standing behind Stacey.

“What are you two doing here?” She asked innocently.

“Marla,” Matt said, moving to the bed. “We kind of set you up. Don’t blame Stacey, it was my idea. We had to know if you could keep our secret. We couldn’t risk it getting out.”

Marla realized how she’d been tricked. “Why of all the sneaky things to do! I only told Stacey, for God’s sake. She’s my best friend.”

“It doesn’t matter who you told, you promised not to tell anybody.” Jon said, trying not to sound too harsh. He kind of felt sorry for her. She must have been bursting to tell someone. It was her nature. He just hoped that she’d gotten it out of her system.

“Marla,” Matt continued, “this isn’t a game, it’s our lives. I know you think it’s cool and all, but there are a lot of people around who wouldn’t. Some of them may even want to hurt us. It’s not about us being ashamed of it, we’re not! Unfortunately, it could be an issue of our safety. All we ask is that in the future, you let Jon and me decide who we trust, okay?”

Marla buried her head in her hands. “I’m so ashamed!” She wailed. “I never dreamed of hurting you. Andy and I were just so happy for you, I couldn’t help share it with Stacey, that’s the honest truth! I never thought about what it could mean for you.”

Jon and Matt sat on either side of her on the bed and each put a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t cry, Marla,” Jon said soothingly, “we know you care about us, and we care a lot about you or we never would have told you in the first place. We just had to be sure you knew how important it is to us.”

Matt never ceased to be amazed by the depths of Jon's compassion.

Marla emitted a dry, humorless laugh. “Oh, you guys know me better than you think! If you hadn’t pulled this stunt, I probably would have told everyone on my list by tomorrow afternoon! I don’t mean to do it, it just…happens!”

Stacey knelt in front of Marla and gathered her hands in her own.

“Marla, Jon and Matt really wanted to share their happiness with you. That’s because we’re all very special to each other. I know we tricked you, but part of it is about helping you to be the friend I know you can be. The friend you are…to all of us.”

Jon and Matt marveled at Stacey’s ability to sum up what they’d been trying to express.

Marla sat up between the two boys. She turned first to Matt and kissed him on the cheek, then she did the same to Jon.

“You Jon, and you Matt have my solemn word that I’ll never, never tell another living soul what you’ve entrusted to me. You know you don’t have to worry about Andy. He’s such a boy scout!” She said, providing the first hint of humor in the otherwise tense situation.

Everyone was relieved when Marla began feeling more like her old self, she cocked an eybrow at Matt.

"Damn, I can't believe you came up with this plan. It's, it's, genious! I'll be consulting you in the near future." She said with a wink.

Matt placed his hand over his chest. "I only use my powers for good, ma'am!" He said virtuously.

Jon and Matt returned her kisses, and said their goodbyes. As the boys walked down the stairs, they both felt secure about their trust in Marla, and the strength of their friendship.

They took off on the bike. When they reached Pine Street, they scooted to a stop. Jon looked longingly at Matt.

“I guess I’d better go home tonight. My parents will probably want some family time tonight. Is it alright if I bring the bike home tomorrow?”

“Yeah sure,” Matt said. “Dad hardly ever uses it. It’s going to be weird at dinner tonight, knowing that they know that we actually…do it.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. My parents know too, if it’s any comfort to you.” Jon said with a half way grin.

“See you tomorrow?” Matt asked hopefully.

“Of course. I have to return the bike and all.” Jon teased. “Sign on before you go to bed. I wanna know how it goes at dinner.”

Matt agreed, and just as Jon peddled off down the street, he yelled after him,

“Unnnnnngaahhhhh!”

Jon called over his shoulder,

“Me too!"

Hi All. I actually have lots more planned, and it's very tempting to stay up all night writing, but I want to get this out without further delay. I can't wait to open my mail lately. I've been writing back and forth with some amazing people. Thanks to all who wrote. I look forward to hearing from you again.

As always, I'm interested to hear your thoughts or comments. All the best, Jon