Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 20:07:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave A <BisTheWay@excite.com>
Subject: A Secret Love (part 2)

The following story may contain sexual situations between teen-age boys.
If this offends you, what are you doing here?  If reading this means you're
breaking some narrow-minded rule, then don't get caught.  I hope you enjoy.

A SECRET LOVE

Chapter Two - Imagining the Future

Jesse went back to his house and found his mother putting dinner on the
table.  "Just in time young man," she said as she looked up.  After
catching the look on his face she said, "and what's with that smile - what
have you been up to?"

"Nothing Mom.  I just went for a walk in the woods.  The quiet did me some
good."

"I don't know what the hell you need quiet for."  Jesse's dad.  A tall,
burly, gruff, 110% male kind of guy.

"Do you have to be so hard on him, Jim?"  Anne, Jesse's mom, quickly broke
in trying to keep the peace.

"He'll never become a man if all you do is baby him."

Jesse dropped into his chair and hung his head.  His dad had been like this
ever since he caught him with another boy.  At least he hadn't hit him
anymore, but in some ways this was even worse.  They'd always had a good
relationship, not special, but good.  Jim was proud of his son's athletic
ability.  He never worried about his son's masculinity until the day he
walked unannounced into Jesse's room and found his son with another boy's
cock in his mouth.  He flew off the handle, backhanding Jesse as he rose
from his knees.  Jesse stumbled hard onto his bed and his head bounced off
the window sill on the opposite side.  His friend, Tim, had quickly pulled
up his pants and ran for his life.  Two weeks later they were headed for
Jim's boyhood home.  His parents house had stood empty for nearly a year
since the death of his parents and he couldn't think of a better place to
protect his son from queers than the blue-collar town he'd grown-up in.
Jim hadn't raised his hand to Jesse again, but he also hadn't spoken civil
word since.

Dinner went by without another word spoken.  Jesse picked at his food and
barely ate anything.  As Anne started to clear the table, Jesse got up to
head for his room when his dad broke the silence that had surrounded their
meal.

"C'mon Jesse, lets go work on your fielding."

Jesse wasn't really interested, but he didn't want to risk angering his
father.  "OK, I'll go get my glove."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

When Matt got back home, the whole family was there.  His parents, Mike and
Sharon, were at the kitchen table talking over glasses of iced tea.  It was
hard when they got divorced, but seeing them get along now made it all
worth it.

"Wooooo, look at my sexy little man," Sharon teased seeing her middle child
running around without a shirt.

"Ah Mom, quit it.  Jeez!"  Matt replied as his face flushed in
embarrassment.

"We ordered pizza, so stick around," said Mike suppressing his laughter.

"OK."  Matt went into the living room where he found his younger sister,
Angie, watching TV.  "Hey sis.  How was softball?"

"Great!"  She replied, "I'm pretty sure I'll be the starting catcher."

"Way to go Ang."

Angie was a bit of a tom-boy and nearly as good an athlete as Matt.
Because of their common interest they were very close.  His older brother,
Michael, however was another story.  Despite having some athletic ability
of his own, Michael took little to no interest in sports.  He was jealous
of the fact that Matt and Angie attracted most of their father's attention.
Growing up, they fought quite a bit.  Now they mostly just tried to stay
out of each other's way, which wasn't easy since they shared a bedroom.
That bedroom was where Matt found his brother, in front of the mirror as
usual.  Where Matt was cute, his brother was gorgeous - and he knew it.
Where Matt was humble, his brother was unbelievably full of himself.

"Haven't you memorized the view in that mirror by now?"

"Who asked your opinion jerk-off?  You're just jealous anyway."

Matt waved off his brother's comment as he grabbed a new shirt.  He was in
no mood to argue right now.  Thinking about the reason for his good mood,
he smiled.  Dad had always worried that Michael might be gay.  How would he
handle the fact that his favorite son was?  This thought quickly erased his
smile and Matt forced himself to think about something else - anything
else.

Matt and Angie talked about their respective practices with their dad.
Matt was recounting how well he had pitched for his dad.  "I was really in
the zone today.  I struck out five guys and no one got a hit, except for
this new kid.  He smashed one of my best curves and into the opposite field
at that."

"He must have a good eye," Mike said.

"That's not the only thing he's got that's good," Matt thought to himself.
Then he replied aloud, "I hope so.  He's gonna be on the team."

"Well, I'm off tomorrow so I think I'll come by practice and see how you
guys look."

"That's cool, Dad.  I don't how much we're gonna play tomorrow though.
Coach said he's gonna work us."

The pizza arrived and conversation was replaced with food.  Sharon marveled
over the way her children could pack away the pizza.  For that matter so
could her ex-husband, except it showed on his middle-aged body.
Regardless, she still loved him.  She just wished he would grow up a
little.  Even at 37, he was more comfortable hanging with the kids than
socializing with other adults.  But, he was a good father, at least with
his youngest two.  Mike and Michael, despite sharing a name, had never been
able to see eye-to-eye.  That favoritism was one of the things that drove a
wedge between them, but she sometimes favored her oldest.  Even if they
couldn't stand to live in the same house anymore, at least they could
remain friends.

After dinner, Michael headed out with friends and Mike went to work with
promises of stopping by practice tomorrow.  Matt didn't doubt his dad's
word.  He rarely let you down when it came to matters of sport.  Matt and
Angie grabbed their gloves and ran out to the back yard to pass ball.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Jesse's dad kept him out there until it was so dark you could hardly see
the ball, even with the spotlight that lit the yard.  Jim threw him all
kinds of balls - grounders, pop-ups and line drives.  Jesse was almost as
good a fielder as he was a batter so he didn't drop many.  Still,
conversation consisted solely of advise on anything Dad felt he could do
better.

When they finally finished, Jesse went in and headed straight for the
shower.  He stood under the almost scalding water and let it relax his body
for a long time before he washed his body.  He was physically and
emotionally drained after the marathon practice session with his dad.  It
was bad enough that his dad wouldn't talk to him, but now he had something
to hide from his dad.  Something so good to him that was the worst thing in
the world to his dad.

After toweling off, Jesse slipped on a new pair of briefs and went to his
bedroom.  He got immediately into bed and slipped under the covers, but
despite being completely exhausted he couldn't sleep.  Lying in the
darkness, his mind went back to that afternoon in the woods.  In his mind's
eye, he could perfectly see Matt's beautiful body.  He was slim and yet had
strong shoulders and a thin layer of well-defined muscle.  Jesse was
reliving that moment from earlier today when he first saw Matt sitting on
that log.  He could see the nape of Matt's neck and without even realizing
it, he began to softly lick his lips.  He followed Matt's spine down the
smooth skin of his back, all the way to the waistband of his sweats.  As he
tried to imagine what he would find in those sweats, one hand gently ran
over his flat stomach to his left nipple.  Jesse slowly stroked his smooth,
hairless chest as the scene in his head transformed.  He now found himself
staring into Matt's eyes - those amazing green eyes.  They were so bright
they seemed to absorb the sunlight and reflect it back out from deep
inside.  From there, he followed the perfect slope of Matt's nose down to
the lips he had kissed just that afternoon.  Jesse's hand found its way to
his own lips and he began to suck on his fingertips as he imagined Matt's
tongue exploring his mouth.  Jesse continued to move south, taking in
Matt's chest with its lightly developed pecs, round little nipples and just
a trace of hair.  As Jesse's mind moved down to Matt's rock-hard stomach
his hand began to trace its way back down his torso.  He focused on the
thin trail of hair that started at Matt's belly button and traveled down
into his pants as his hand slipped under the elastic of his briefs.

Jesse ran his fingers through his thin layer of pubic hair and began to rub
the base of his already hard five-inch cock.  He slid his hand down
further, taking his cock between his thumb and pointer finger as his other
three fingers cupped his hairless sac and massaged his balls.  Arching his
back, Jesse used his free hand to slide his underwear down around his
thighs.  In the dim light of his bedroom, he could see the outline of the
perfectly straight shaft of his rock-hard cut cock leading up to its
swollen head and he started to stroke it lightly.  He continued to wonder
what Matt would look like naked as he increased the pressure of his hand.
Matt was obviously older, fourteen or fifteen maybe.  How big would he be?
How much hair did he have?  Was he cut like Jesse?  Jesse's balls began to
pull closer to his body as that sensation built up in his gut.  He closed
his eyes and leaned his head back into the pillow as his boy juices
exploded out of his cock sending cum up to the middle of his chest and
trailing down to his crotch.  He nearly moaned out loud as his orgasm
overtook him before he remembered that his parents were in the house.
Still holding his now softening member in his right hand, Jesse used his
left to scoop up some of his own juice.  He brought it to his mouth and
greedily sucked the salty, sweetness from his fingers.

Without even taking the time to clean up, Jesse pulled up his briefs and
covered up with his blanket.  He quickly drifted off to sleep, hopefully to
dream about the beautiful boy he had kissed just this afternoon.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When Matt and Angie came in the house, he claimed the shower first.  After
grabbing a fresh pair of boxers and T-shirt to sleep in he went into the
bathroom and locked the door behind him.  He quickly stripped off his
clothes and as he went to turn on the water, caught a glimpse of himself in
the full-length mirror on the back of the door.  Not as vain as his
brother, Matt spent little time in front of a mirror, but tonight he stood
in front of the mirror to admire his body.  He was very lean, but had great
muscle tone from head to toe.  Above the waist he had very little hair, but
below that was another story.  There was a good bit of hair above his cock
which was hanging down across his balls.  They were kind of hairy too.  But
his legs, they were completely covered with hair.  At this, he started to
think about Jesse.  He envisioned those deep blue eyes and his cute little
nose that turned up ever so slightly at the tip.  He wished he could run
his fingers through that long hair.  Matt didn't usually like long hair on
guys, but on Jesse it just looked so good.  Matt didn't really know what to
expect beyond that.  He knew Jesse had a nice, slim build, but had never
seen under his clothes.  He was pretty sure that Jesse was younger and
probably wouldn't have a lot of body hair.  That thought turned him on and
he noticed that he was becoming hard.

Matt started the shower and got in to enjoy the hot water as he jacked-off.
At first he just stood under the flow with his six-and-a-half inches
bouncing out in front of him.  After a few minutes he took his cock in his
hand and stepped back to let the water hit him directly in the crotch.  As
he stroked the length of his cock, Matt remembered the kiss they had shared
that afternoon.  He imagined the feel of Jesse's tongue exploring his mouth
and let out a little moan.

BANG! BANG! BANG!  "Hey, hurry it up!"  Michael was home.  How wonderful.
The interruption had broken Matt's fantasizing and he was going soft
already.  He decided to just finish up his shower and go to bed.  He
quickly washed up then dried off and got dressed.

On the way to his room he ran into Michael headed for the bathroom.
"You're such an asshole," Matt said staring him down.

"Oh, did I interrupt something," Michael shot back, laughing, and headed
down the hall.  Michael may have been older and even bigger, but he wasn't
going to push Matt too hard.  If it came to a fist fight, he wasn't so sure
he would win.

Matt just climbed into bed and pulled up the covers.  Jesse quickly came to
mind again, but these were not happy thoughts.  He was so attracted to
Jesse, he'd never felt like this before, but still he was worried.  What if
someone found out?  Jesse had been caught before; it could happen again.
He knew how Jesse's dad had reacted and was sure his own father would take
it even worse.  He'd heard his dad make cracks about gays and one reason
his dad and older brother didn't get along was because Michael wasn't
masculine enough.  He'd never really been into sports and Mike took that as
a bad sign.  Of course now that Michael was dating girls his dad didn't
worry about that anymore.  Matt, on the other hand, was the son Mike really
wanted.  Matt was an athlete that excelled at most every sport.  In his
father's mind, this made him more of a man.  If he knew the truth
.... well, Matt didn't want to think about that.

Sleep was far from Matt's grasp, but he faked it when he heard his brother
come into the room.  He really didn't want to deal with Michael right now.
Instead, he faced the wall opposite his brother's bed and remained quiet,
in spite of the tears running down his cheek to his pillow.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The next day as Matt headed for practice, he was exhausted.  He lay awake
most of the night torn between what he wanted - needed - and what he felt
was right.  How could something that felt so right in his heart seem so
wrong in his head.  When he got to the field he saw Jesse and all bad
thoughts faded quickly, despite the fact that Jesse's dad was standing
there too.  Matt gathered himself as he approached them.  He didn't want to
give Jesse's dad any suspicions.

"Hey Jess," Matt said as he passed by.

"Hey Matt," Jesse replied as he looked up at his father.  "Dad?"

"Go on.  Join your teammates."

Jesse jogged over to catch up with Matt.  "How ya doin sexy?"  He almost
whispered as he placed a hand on Matt's shoulder.

"Geez man, not here," was Matt's only response.

"Sorry," Jesse replied a little dejectedly.

Hearing Jesse's voice Matt looked over with a smile.  "Don't worry about
it, just be more careful."

They continued over to join their team.  Everyone was standing around
talking while the coach sat in the dugout.  They were met with eager
greetings and plenty of hand slapping all around.  Despite Jesse's rocky
first impression with the other boys it was obvious he was being accepted.
Anyone who could hit Matt's pitching when he was in the zone couldn't be
all bad.

Jesse had everyone refresh his memory with all the new names while they
waited.  As their last couple of teammates arrived the coach got up.

"OK, boys.  Let's start with a little running.  Give me six laps around the
field."

Six laps - about a mile and a half.  This would be easy for Matt, even in
his current condition.  But he knew some of his teammates would be
struggling.  They were all natural athletes, but some of them weren't
really in the best of shape.  As always Matt went right to the lead.  John
was right with him.  The centerfielder, John had some good speed, but Matt
knew he wouldn't stay with him all the way.  Endurance wasn't John's strong
point and not being a runner, he didn't know how to pace himself.  To
Matt's surprise Jesse came up on his other side.

"Don't push yourself too hard Jess.  I'm the best distance runner on the
team."

"That's true," John replied, "I can only hang with him for about a mile."

"Don't worry about me.  I used to run 20k races back home," Jesse came back
with just a touch of cockiness in his voice.  Matt hadn't heard this tone
before and he kind of liked it.

The three of them continued to run in silence.  Jesse had put a competitive
tone into this run and nobody wanted to waste any energy.  As they headed
for home to complete their second lap, Matt saw his dad had arrived and was
approaching the coach.

"Hey Rob, how do they look?"  Mike had known the coach for a long time.  He
and Rob had played ball together back in high school and were still good
friends.

"Real good so far," Rob replied.  "Matt was really on top of his pitching
most of the day yesterday."

"Who's the little kid with the long hair running next to Matt?"

"That's Jesse.  He just moved here and I think we've got a real contact
hitter there.  He sent one of Matt's curves into the opposite field
yesterday and I don't think it was luck."

"He's the one Matt was talking about yesterday."

"You oughta meet his dad.  It sounds like they're living pretty close to
you.  Come on."

They walked over to Jim and Rob made the introductions then went back to
watching his team.

"So which one is yours?"  Jim asked.

"Matt - he's the one running with your son," Mike answered.  By this time
John had fallen back.

"Matt must run regularly to be staying with Jesse.  He was one of the best
distance runners in his age group back in Florida."

Oh yeah, Matt runs all the time."

As they neared the end of the fifth lap, Jesse asked, "Who is that with my
dad?"

"My dad," Matt answered.

"Cool that should be good for us if they like each other," Jesse replied as
they round home plate.  "Oh by the way....see ya."  With that, Jesse kicked
into a near sprint.

At first, Matt was stunned.  Then he started to sprint too and quickly
gained on Jesse with his longer legs.

Meanwhile, Jim saw what was going on the field and said, "Check this out."

Mike looked out at the field to see Matt running hard to catch Jesse.  As
they reached far right field, Matt caught Jesse and passed him.  He
continued to put distance between them until he got to left-center field.
Matt had started his kick too early and now he was running down, but Jesse
kept pouring it on and gradually closed the gap.  As Matt passed third
base, Jesse passed him and beat him by a good ten feet.  Both boys leaned
against the backstop and tried to catch his breath.

"Told ya he could run," Jim said with some pride.

"He sure can," Mike replied.  "I think these two are gonna be good friends.
Matt likes people who challenge him."

"Why don't you two come over to the house after practice?"  Jim asked.

"That would be great."

They continued to make small talk while the watched the coach put the boys
through some fielding drills.  Jesse showed off his skills, making many
tough catches and throwing perfect strikes to first base from every part of
the infield.  It was evident that he would get a starting position.  As he
came off the field, Matt walked over to high-five Jesse and he received
pats on the back from many other players.

Once everyone had taken a turn at both infield and outfield, the coach
brought them all together for a few minutes, then sent them on their way.
Matt and Jesse headed over to their fathers.

"Matt, we're gonna go over to Jim's house," Mike said.  "I've got some
clothes you left at my house in the car if you wanna shower and change."

"OK, cool," Matt replied.  "See ya in a few man," he said to Jesse as he
patted him on the back with his glove.

"Not if I see you first," Jesse said bursting into laughter.

They all got into their cars and Mike followed Jim to his house.  When they
arrived, Mike got out and said, "We're just up on the next street.  Well,
Matt is.  I don't live out here anymore."

"What?"  Jim asked.

"My wife and I are divorced and Matt lives with her."

"I'm sorry, Mike."

"Don't worry about it, Jim.  It's the best thing we could have done.  We
actually have a pretty good friendship now that we don't have to put up
with each other every day."  Mike let out a little snicker.

"Well, that's good," Jim said as he opened the door.  "Go up and get a
shower Jesse.  Come on in guys."

Mike and Matt followed Jim into the kitchen where he started to get out
some stuff to make sandwiches.

"So, Matt, what other sports do you play?"

"Basketball and I run cross country.  I used to play football, but I like
the running better.  Baseball's my favorite though."

"I suppose you can guess that running is Jesse's favorite after today," Jim
said with a smile.

"I can't believe he ran the entire last lap that fast.  I'm gonna have to
work out with him to get ready for cross country.  Hope he's gonna be on
the team, too."

"I'm sure he will be," Jim replied.  "So, do you have a girlfriend?"

`Geez,' Matt thought, `he's testing me.'  "No one special," he answered
aloud, "just playing the field."

Matt heard Jesse coming down the stairs and thought, `Thank God.'  Jesse
came around the corner and Matt had to steel himself against his knees
buckling right there.  He was wearing baggy, faded, black jean shorts with
a bright yellow shirt that set his tan off perfectly.  His legs were
completely smooth and his feet were bare.  Matt didn't usually notice
people's feet, but Jesse's looked so perfect.  Matt's dream state was
broken by Jim's voice.

"That was quick.  Show Matt where he can clean himself up.  This place is
starting to stink."

"Oh dad," Jesse replied, embarrassed.  "Come on Matt."

Matt grabbed the clothes he had brought in from his dad's car and followed
Jesse upstairs.  Jesse pointed through his bedroom door and said, "Right
through here," letting Matt go ahead of him.  As Matt went by, Jesse patted
him on the rear.

"Whoa!  Better watch it, Jess.  Your dad was testing me down there.  He
asked if I had a girlfriend."  A look of concern crossed Jesse's face.
"Don't worry, I gave him the right answer."

At this Jesse went up on his toes to steal a quick kiss.  "I better get
down there before he gets suspicious.  There's a clean towel out for you."

Matt watched as Jesse turned on his heel and headed back downstairs.  Once
he was out of sight, Matt went to get a quick shower.  When Matt got
downstairs there was a plate of food already waiting for him.  They all ate
and thankfully there were no more tough questions.  After they finished
eating, Mike suggested that Matt show Jesse around a bit and take him over
to see where their house was.  The boys jumped at the chance to get away
from their parents and headed out the front door and down the street to the
woods.

They were barely into the cover of the trees when Jesse grabbed Matt by the
arm and started to kiss him.  "Stop it Jess," Matt said as he pushed him
away.  Jesse backed away as his eyes filled with confusion and hurt.  "I'm
sorry," Matt said immediately.  "I want to, but I'm afraid of getting
caught.  I would think you can understand that."

"You're right," Jesse replied.  "Is there somewhere safer we can go?"

Matt thought for a second then said, "Yeah, follow me."

Matt led Jesse down to the creek where they crossed the fallen tree they
where they had shared their first kiss.  From there they headed deeper into
the woods following the inside of the stream.  Matt stopped when they
reached a steep ascent where the creek branched off in two directions.

"Take off your shoes," Matt ordered as he did so himself.  He then rolled
up his jeans as high as he could.  "Stay close to the edge," he said as he
entered the water of the left branch.  They walked carefully down the edge
of the stream and the hillside for about 100 yards where the water pooled
into a small pond before going on downstream.  On the other side of the
pond they climbed a small hill to a flat area that was guarded by a stand
of bushes and small trees.

"No one is gonna get here without making enough noise to............."
Matt trailed off as Jesse placed finger against his lips to silence him.
Matt parted his lips and ran his tongue up Jesse's finger before taking it
into his mouth.  He pulled Jesse's finger all the way into his mouth and
tasted every bit of it with his tongue.  Jesse leaned his head back and
closed his eyes.  After a minute he reclaimed his finger and went in for a
taste of Matt's tongue.  They were immediately in a passionate liplock,
wrestling each others tongues savagely.  Matt brought his hand up into
Jesse's hair to pull him in tighter.  Jesse had the same idea, but in a
different way.  He placed both hands on Matt's ass and pulled their
crotches together.  With their hard cocks rubbing against each other
through their clothing, Matt moaned into Jesse's mouth and dropped his hand
down to feel Jesse's firm round butt.

To be continued...................


Sorry to be a tease, but gotta make you come back for more.  The next
chapter will start off with a bang, so to speak.  As always your comments
and suggestions are welcome.  Thanks for reading.