Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2000 14:34:11 -0500 From: fsw Subject: Matt and Mike - Chapter 3. 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 Three After that night, we became inseparable. We spent as much of each day together as we could. Our parents approved, and we were at each other's houses constantly. We also found that one of our most favorite ways of passing our time was exploring the woods behind Mike's house. Well, mostly just one spot in the woods. You know. Just boy stuff. Fooling around. Wrestling on the blanket. Fucking like rabbits. That kind of thing. The clearing in the woods became our second home. We soon gave out of KY Jelly, and we took turns buying more. We never went together. Can you guess why? Mike didn't seem to have a problem. He went into the drug store without worrying about it. He never failed. I went in like I knew everyone in the store knew WHY I was buying it. Mike always bought nothing but the jelly. I always bought lots of other items, anything to disguise what I really wanted. I had so many combs by the end of the summer, I was set for life. Too bad I had cut my hair really short. The one pain in our life was my brother Rick. He was 19, four years older than me, and was constantly on my case. He was always picking on me and calling me names. Classic "Sibling Rivalry". We had never gotten along. He had been too big for me to confront, so I had no choice but to endure his torments. At least, we didn't have to share a bedroom. I was called "Baby Face", and "Queer Boy" until I was ready to buy a gun and shoot him dead. Buying a gun for me wasn't as easy as it seems to be now, with all the shootings at schools in this country, so I didn't try to get one. I really didn't want him dead, I just wanted him to leave me alone. He had left last year to go to college, which I was eternally thankful for. Mike and I got tired of the hard ground, but not of each other. We just wanted to be able to be comfortable when we made love. Both of our parents were College Professors, so they were gone for most of every day, including summer vacation. We did have to dodge Rick, though. Even though my parents made lots of money, Rick was expected to work during the summer to make extra money for things he wanted at his college that was not budgeted for. He found a summer job that fit with Dad's schedule, so Dad would drop him off in the morning and pick him up on the way home. Perfect arrangement. Except for one day during the summer. Mike and I had the house all to our selves, and decided to take advantage of the situation. We had run upstairs and tore off each other's clothes, both hungry for sex. We never made love at my house. I was too afraid of stains. But, we could work on our math. 69'ing. I guess that is math. Anyway, we were busy with each other, and didn't hear the door opening downstairs. Rick had got off work early, and had called Dad to see if he could pick him up earlier than usual. For one of the few times in his life, Dad was also caught up, and agreed to pick him up about two hours earlier than normal. Good for them, BAD for us. My major mistake was leaving the TV on in the den. We had been watching MTV, but the songs on were boring, and had started watching each other instead. One thing led to another, and we ended up in my bedroom. We left the TV on with the sound on full blast. My Dad has many hangups, and one of them is electricity. I have heard the speech a thousand times, and I can almost quote him word for word as he gives it. "I pay the bills here, not you. All I am asking for is a little cooperation. Just turn off all the lights when you leave a room. Don't leave the TV on, when you aren't watching it. The picture tube is only good for so many hours." Etcetera, etcetera. On and on. When he got on a roll, it could last for days. At least, it seemed like days. One thing he didn't like was me turning up the sound all the way on our 52" wide screen TV. It was his baby, and he protected it like it was his child. Lots more than he would have protected me. When he came home and found it on and the volume all the way up, he immediately headed for my room. We never heard anything, until he tried to open the door. At least, I had enough sense to lock it. Imagine being in a 69 position, almost ready for both of you to come, and you hear your father shout, "Matt, open this door right now!", as he pounded on the door. Talk about killing an erection! Mike and I scrambled to our feet. We were naked, and knew we couldn't open the door. "Dad, just give me a minute. I'll be right down.", I said, trying to buy time, as we hurriedly tried to put on our clothes. "OK, I will be waiting in the den. I want to see you right away. Is there anyone else in there with you?", he asked, calming down. What choice did I have. Could I make Mike jump from the second story window? "Yeah, Mike is here with me. We were working on something together. We got the room really messy, and want to clean up before we come down. Is that all right?", I stammered. "Sure, son", Dad replied with a smile. "Take your time. Your mother would have a fit if you left your room really messy, you know that. I think it is time for Mike to go home, though. When you are ready, come down and we are going to have a long talk.", he replied. We had almost finished dressing. I didn't know if he could tell, but he had heard clothes being put on rapidly. "OK, Dad, we will be down in a minute. Mike has to go home, anyway.", I said, still shaking. Mike was looking concerned, also. When we were finally dressed, we re-made the bed, and went downstairs. "I'll se you later, Matt. Call me later if you get a chance.", he said. "Good luck", he whispered. I looked over at Rick, and he had a big grin on his face. He was loving the fact that I was in trouble. He made a little shooing gesture with his hands, eager for me to go in and face my fate. I knew he was going to listen, which made the situation all the worse. I knew I was dead! Rick would make my life Hell from now on. I slowly entered the den, knowing my life was over. I was about to die. My Dad was sitting in his favorite chair, drinking a scotch and water. "Sit down, Matt.", he ordered. I sat down on the sofa and looked at him. At least, he wasn't acting mad. He had quite a temper, and it could go off at any time. I tried to remember the last time he had whipped me. It had been about a year. Surely, I was too old for a good old bare bottom beating like I had gotten all my life. I knew that Rick was hoping I wasn't too old. My head was spinning with thoughts about my sure demise. "First of all, I wouldn't have even come up to your room if you had just turned off the TV like I have told you to, over and over. Plus, you had the volume turned up all the way, and you know I don't want you to do that. This TV cost over $2,000.00, and I don't want to have to replace it anytime soon.", he said. "I know. I am sorry. I know I am supposed to turn everything off. I just forgot.", I whimpered. "You must have left the room very quickly to have forgotten to at least turn it down. Maybe, a spur of the moment decision? Why did you have your door locked, Matt? Were you and Mike fooling around in there? Maybe, you got a little too hot down here, and had to run upstairs for a little relief? It sure sounded like clothes being pulled on really fast through the door.", he said. My mouth dropped open, and I blushed like crazy. I didn't know what to say. How did he know? I knew I would be dead at any second. Or, at least I wouldn't be able to sit for dinner. Dad just laughed. "Now, don't be embarrassed. I thought so. The color of your face gives you away. Don't worry about it. Almost all boys fool around together when they are your age. I know I did, and I have never regretted it. I caught Rick and a friend beating each other off with the door wide open when he was 13. He blushed about the same color as you did when he saw me watching. Doing stuff with other boys is just part of growing up. Rick did it, and he turned out straight. Millions of other boys have fooled around when they were young, and also turned out completely straight. Do you think you are gay, Matt?", he asked. God! One minute everything is right with the world, I have Mike as a friend and lover, and no one knows. The next minute, my Dad is asking if I am gay! How could things get so screwed up in such a short time. What do I say now? "I don't know, Dad.", was all I could think of at the time. "Matt, come over here.", he said quietly. I got up and walked over like a little boy, standing in front of him apprehensively. "I know you are too old for this, but come sit with me like you used to do when you were little.", he said, pulling me down to sit on his lap sideways. "Matt, if you decide you are gay, your mother and I will still love you like we always have. Nothing will change. I want you to know that right now. I think you are way too young to know what you are going to be when you get to be an adult, and I think you should just enjoy being a kid for a while yet, and not worry about it. But, either way, we will still love you and support you.", he said. This was the first time my Dad had showed affection for me in a long time. It came, when I had really thought he was going to go ballistic and I would be dead. I broke down totally, like the little boy that I felt I was at the moment. "Thanks, Daddy. I love you. I really do. I am just so confused right now. I don't know if I am gay or not. I do like Mike, but I don't know if it is love or what. I am just sooo confused.", I said, as I cried on his shoulder. He just held me like he used to when I was small, and let me cry myself out. "That's OK, Matt, just get it out of your system. I think we need to spend more time together, so you can discuss anything that you are having problems with. Would you like that?", he asked. "Sure, Dad, I would really like that. Thanks for caring about me.", I answered, calming down. "Why don't you go up to your room and wash your face? I think we have talked enough for the first time. Maybe you can go with me to my office once a week, so we can talk some more. I think we have grown apart too much lately. I really would like to get to know you better, and I think you need to get to know me better. I think it would be good for both of us, what do you think?", he asked. "I would really like that, Dad. Thanks for understanding.", I answered, as I got off his lap. I walked out of the den, and saw Rick still standing where he had been when I walked in. He just smiled at me, and followed me upstairs. When we were out of Dad's range of hearing, Rick said, "So you really are a little `Gay Boy`, huh? I always thought so. I guess it is your turn to be `Daddy's Little Boy`. I can't wait until I see Mike again, so I can tell him I know he is a little faggot, too.", he taunted. I exploded. "Why are you always so mean to me? Dad told me you he caught you with another boy, yet you torment me all the time. I hate you! Leave Mike alone, he has nothing to do with us hating each other. Just leave me alone!", I yelled, and pushed him hard in the chest. I must have surprised him, because he stumbled, and almost fell down, falling back and leaning against the wall for support. I ran into my room, and slammed the door behind me, locking it before he could force his way inside. I heard Dad calling out for Rick to come back downstairs, so I knew I was safe. I fell down on my bed, and cried till I was out of tears. I lived in a great house, but I felt like I didn't belong here. I hated my home life, yet I had nowhere else to go. At least I had Mike. And, Dad seemed to want to spend more time with me, and help me with my problems. Maybe, everything would be OK after all. Looking back, it seemed like my life was constantly in turmoil, but I now see that I was just going through a period of self-discovery. I had to find out who I really was, and who I was going to be latter. Growing up is not easy. Especially, if you are gay. I didn't know if I was, but I had some strong feelings that I was. Every kid growing up has periods of self-doubt, but gay kids have much deeper worries. Will I be found out? Will I be ridiculed, or even beaten up? Will everyone hate me? Much more difficult! But, life goes on, and you just have to do the best you can with the one life you have. 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.