Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 14:12:20 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 29 of Matt and Mike Warning! This story contains sex between minor boys. If you are underage, this is illegal in your country, or do not like this type of story, please do not read this. MATT and MIKE Chapter Twenty Nine Merriam ran after her oldest son, followed closely by Sam and Joe. "Brad, what is wrong. Please, tell me. What did you mean about telling everything?", she asked. "I......I......can't tell you.", Brad sobbed. "Sure, you can. I am your mother. I will love you no matter what has happened. Please. Tell me what is wrong.", Merriam pleaded. "Leave him alone, Merriam. Brad, get up. We need to head for the airport. Maybe now isn't a good time to take Sam with me. I think I need to have a little talk with Brad at home first. I will probably fly here several more times, so maybe I can take Sam some other time.", Joe said nervously. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Get out of here. I hate you!", Brad screamed. "Brad, cut it out. Now, get up like I told you to do.", Joe yelled, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him out of the room. "Joe, don't hurt him.", Merriam screamed. Brad shoved Joe as hard as he could, causing him to trip and fall. Brad ran around the dining room table to keep himself away from his Dad, and yelled, "Mom, don't let him take me with him. He raped me when I was 12. He beats me if I don't let him do it to me. Why do you think that I had to go with him those times when he had to make phone calls in Paris? He didn't make any phone calls. He just had to get his rocks off. He'll do it to Sam if you let him take him with him. I know he will.", Brad cried, tears streaming down his face. "You bastard!", Merriam screamed. "Get out of my house, and don't come back. I ought to have you arrested. You aren't taking my son anywhere. Now, get out before I call the police." "Merriam, he is lying. Can't you see that. He is just mad at me for something I made him do back home. You know I would never do anything to one of my own sons.", Joe answered, blushing furiously. "Get out. Just take your suitcase and leave. I want to talk to Brad without you being here. If you aren't going to fly home today without Brad, go check into a hotel. You aren't welcome in my house right now. Now, go!", Merriam screamed. "OK, I will go. But, he is lying, I swear he is. I'll call you later when you have calmed down.", Joe said, picking up his suitcase and walking out the door. Merriam went and quickly locked the door and made sure the back door was also locked. Then, she went over to Brad and hugged him to her. Sam also joined in the hug. All of them were crying freely. Merriam's head was spinning. Joe claimed that Brad was lying. Brad had refused to say any more about it. It was like he was in shock. She did the only thing that she could think off that could prove Brad had been raped. She picked up the phone and called Rick at his house. "Rick, this is Merriam. I need a big favor. I need you to come over right now. Something awful has happened, and I need you. No, Sam is fine. It is Sam's brother Brad. I can't tell you over the phone. Please hurry.", she said. Rick came over as fast as he could. When he walked in the door, Merriam said, "Brad told me that my bastard of an ex-husband raped him when he was 12, and has been doing it to him ever since. He won't talk to me any more about it. He has just clammed up. Joe just says that Brad is lying. Can you talk to him? Maybe you can relate to him better than I can.", she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "God, that is awful. I'll be glad to see what I can do.", Rick said. "He is in Sam's bedroom. Sam is in there, too. Please see if you can help.", she said. Rick walked into Sam's bedroom, and Sam saw him right away. "Rick. Thanks for coming over so fast. Did Mom tell you what Dad has been doing to Brad?", Sam said, flinging himself into Rick's arms and crying his eyes out. "Yes, and I will make sure he never does anything like that to Brad again, I promise. Brad, listen to me. My Dad raped me, too. He only did it once, so I don't have as much pain inside me as you do, but I will help you get over it. I swear I will. I do need you to tell me about it, so I can use it against your Dad. Otherwise, he will just make you go back with him. You are in his custody, and the courts will say you have to go back unless we can charge him with this or make him agree to let you stay with your mother. I only want to help you, but you have to tell me about it.", Rick said. Brad has laying face down on the bed, but he rolled over when he heard what Rick had said. "Your Dad raped you, too?", he asked softly. "Yeah. This never leaves this room, OK?", Rick asked. Both boys just nodded their head yes. "I was living with both of my parents. I told Dad that if he ever did it again, I would tell Mom. It is a long story, but that scared him bad enough that he never touched me again. There was no one around to help me. Sam and I both want to help you. Will you tell me how it happened?", Rick asked. "I guess so. Will you both promise not to tell Mom? I just couldn't face her if she knew the truth.", Brad said. "We both promise, don't we Sam?", Rick asked. "I promise never to tell anyone.", Sam said, shutting the door. "I was in bed one night. I still didn't know how to beat off, but I was figuring it out. All I had on was my underpants, and I had the front of them pulled down under my balls. I was rubbing my dick back and forth. I had been doing that for a while, but I had never gone far enough. I had always quit when it got to feeling really good. I don't know why. It was feeling really good then, and I hadn't stopped yet. Dad walked in to say good night." "I pulled my briefs and the sheet back up as quick as I could, but he saw me before I could do it. I thought he was going to be really mad, but he just smiled and came and sat down beside me. He told me it was all right to play with yourself, that all boys do it. He said that he had wondered when I would get around to doing it. He asked if I could come yet, and I told him no." "He got up and went into his bathroom. He returned with a towel and some hand cream. He said he could show me how to make it feel really good. I didn't want him to, but he pulled down the sheet and made me lift my hips off the bed. When I did, he pulled my underpants all the way off. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. He hadn't seen me naked since I was about 8." "I started to get up, but he made me lie down again. He put some of the hand cream on his hand, and put it all over my dick. It had gone down some, but that made it come back up in a hurry. It felt lots better than when I had rubbed it myself. He started pumping faster and faster, and I felt like I was going to explode. I shot all over my chest, stomach, and the bed. It was the first time I had ever come." "He told me how proud he was of me. He said I was on my way to being a man now. I was proud that I could come, but also still embarrassed to be naked in front of him. He cleaned me up with the towel, got my underpants and pulled them back on me, kissed me on the forehead, and turned out the lights. I guess I went to sleep pretty quickly." "He started coming in every night after that. I didn't want him too, but it did feel really good. He did it to me every night for about a week. He called it our play time together." "One night, he came in wearing just his underpants. He had never done that before. He was already hard, and you could easily see his dick sticking out in front of his briefs. He did it to me once again, and then told me it was time that he got some pleasure out of this, too. He said it wasn't fair that I got all the pleasure, and he got nothing. He took off his briefs and lay down beside me, turning me on my side away from him. I must have been stupid, but I really had no idea what he was going to do. I felt him sliding closer to me, and pull my legs up, but I was too scared to move. I didn't really understand what he wanted until I felt him slide into me." "I thought he was going to split me apart. I yelled out, and told him to stop, but he wouldn't. He just said that he would go slow so it wouldn't hurt so much, and that if I yelled out, he would just go faster. I cried the whole time he was doing it to me. When he was finished, he just cleaned me up, kissed me on the forehead like he always did, pulled up the covers, and turned out the light like nothing had happened." "He started doing it every night. He would always do me first, even though I kept asking him to leave me alone and not do anything to me. One night, I locked the door so he couldn't come in. He yelled at me when he tried to open the door, and said I would be in really big trouble if I didn't open the door. I still didn't open it." "He was waiting for me the next day when I finally came out of my room. I couldn't stay in there forever, so I had to come out sometime. I was hoping that he wouldn't be mad, and we could talk about it. I wanted to explain how much it hurt me when he did it to me, and convince him to stop. I thought he loved me, and would never do anything to hurt me. He just grabbed me and forced me back in my bedroom. He took off his belt and told me that I would get a beating every time I tried to keep him from doing it to me. He beat me really hard, for a long time. When I was crying from all the pain, he pulled off all my clothes and did it anyway. I couldn't stop him." "He pretty much did it to me anytime he wanted to after that. I didn't want him to beat me, and I had no one else to turn to. He even stopped giving me my turn first. All he was interested in was his fun. He didn't care if it hurt me or not.", Brad said, as he burst into tears. He couldn't say any more right now. Both Sam and Rick had tears running down their cheeks. "I am so sorry, Brad. I really am. I can't do anything about what you have been through in the past, but I can help stop him from doing it to you any more. If he gets you back home with him after you have told on him, I think the beatings will just get worse. You could be killed if he got too mad. I can't let that happen.", Rick said, as he pulled Brad over to him and hugged him as he cried. Sam also hugged him from the other side as he cried, too. Brad finally calmed down, and Rick said, "Brad, I need you to listen to me. I am gay, and my lover has been making love to me for several years. It doesn't hurt if you are careful and prepare your partner first. If you love someone, it can be something special between two partners. It is entirely different than the rapes you are used to. It really feels great, if the person who is doing to you loves you and lets you get comfortable first. I know that is hard for you to believe right now, but it is true." "What does happen is the entrance to your anus gets puffy and does not close tightly any more after you have been done it a lot of times. You stay looser than you used to before you started doing it. I need you to let me see you. There is no reason to be embarrassed. We are all boys here. If I can tell him that I know for sure that he has raped you over and over, maybe I can get him to grant custody to your mother without getting the police involved. If we have to call the police, they will force you to remove all your clothes in front of a bunch of them and have a doctor give you a physical. They will even take pictures of you naked, and I don't want you to have to go through that if we can help it. We have to stop him, though, or you will really be hurt. Do you understand?", Rick asked. Brad stood up, and said, "I understand. But, I just can't do that right now. I have gone through too much already. I just can't strip naked in front of both of you. I can't!" "Brad, you have to. I trust Rick completely. You have to give him a chance. It is not a big deal for us to see you naked. Look, I don't care if you see me.", Sam said, quickly pulling off his clothes. "Rick needs to see you in order to stop Dad from taking you back with him. I want you to live here with Mom and I. I want to have a big brother I can love. Isn't that worth 60 seconds of being embarrassed.", Sam said, stepping out of his briefs and standing in front of Brad to let him look at him, as the tears rolled down his cheeks.. Brad looked at Sam standing bravely in front of him, and said, "I guess." Where do you want him, Rick.", Sam asked. "Have him lean over the edge of the desk. I can use the lamp for extra light.", Rick answered. Sam grabbed Brad by the hand and lead him over to the desk. "Please, Brad. Do this for all of us. Let me help you. It will all over in a minute.", Sam said, as his hands went to the front of Brad's shorts. Brad just stood like a statue, tears falling down his face, as his little brother undressed him like he was a small child. When his shorts and briefs were around his ankles, Sam gently forced him to lie down across the desk. It didn't take Rick but one look to know that he had been raped, and raped repeatedly. His entrance was the loosest he had ever seen. "OK, Brad, that is all I need to see. Sam, help him get dressed, and stay in here with him. I am going to talk to your mother for a few minutes. I promise I will not go over any details, just that Brad has been raped over and over. And, I need to see if I can find out where the bastard is staying.", Rick said. Sam helped Brad to stand up, and hugged him to him instead of either of them getting dressed. They both just held each other and cried. To Be Continued Any reader's comments or criticisms are appreciated. The more comments I get, the quicker I will forward more chapters. Again, I am trying to tell the story using actual facts, but I do insert parts of the story that did not really happen. The boys always give me permission, before I submit my version. I hope you like this method of telling a story. Any comments can be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com. The only gratification I really get out of writing is your comments. I have made good friends out of Matt and Mark, and could use some more.