Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2005 21:37:42 -0700 (PDT) From: William Cordova Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Sixteen... Disclaimer This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys. If you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which you live, do not read any further. ***************************************************************************** Chapter Sixteen: The Calm Before the Storm II I woke up late. It was already ten past eleven. I had completed all the many chores my parents left for me. I only had the normal daily chore to do -- the dishes. I decided to take a long hot shower, longer then my normal showers, to explore my body some. Since the last-day-of-school party two weeks ago, I had whacked off to the images and sounds of Matt at least once a day. I was done with breakfast and the dishes by a quarter till noon. I thought I'd gamble and ride over to Matt's house. I didn't want to have another boring day watching TV, listening to MTV and occasionally playing video games alone. "Ben?" "Yes?" "What do you have planned for today?" I asked. "Nothing really. I was thinking of going over to Victor's house." "Why don't you do that. I am going over to a friend's house myself so lock up the house when you leave ok?" "Ok." "I'll be back in a few hours. I'll see you then." I took off for Matt's house. It was really hot out today. I'd have to take pleasure in his pool to cool off when I got there. I stopped by the only convenience store on the way there and grabbed a coke. I decided to play the arcade game they had in there. Asteroids was cool, I remember it from playing it in the past. I threw in some quarters and was playing, when I recognized a voice I hadn't heard in awhile. I looked out into the store and saw James there with some other guy I'd never seen before. I lost interest in the game immediately. I died and didn't even care. I just didn't want James to see me. He was standing by the candy isle, so I couldn't sneak out. I watched him intently for a few minutes, hoping for an opportunity to get out without him seeing me. James was taking his sweet time looking through the candy section. I saw him go to the counter and pay for some of it and start walking toward me. I almost crapped my pants when I saw this. I thought quickly. I would walk out of the room pretend I didn't notice him and walk right on by out the store. As I was putting my pan to work, James looked directly at me, and I quickly glanced up and noticed. I turned my head as I walked by him. I didn't want to look like I was in a hurry, so I walked casually. When I got to the door, I looked back and saw James and his friend following me. I moved quicker and got on my bike. Before I started moving, I heard James call out. "Hey Will, how's your sissy girlfriend doing?" Since I was on my bike, I had more confidence then before. "Why don't you go suck your mom's dick." James got pissed and moved toward me, but I peeled rubber and was gone in a flash, leaving him in the dust. I sped out so fast, that I didn't even bother looking out for cars. One laid on its horn, swerving to avoid me, nearly causing me to fall into the ditch. When I arrived at Matt's house, I knocked on the door. Matt answered "Hey Will. How ya doing" "Doing ok. I was bored thought I'd stop by. That ok?" "Of course." "Man, you won't believe who I saw." "Who?" "I stopped at the Stop-n-Go on the corner to get a drink and play the arcades for a few minutes when James showed up." "Holy crap dude." "Yeah, I got out without much trouble. I told him to suck his mom's dick." Matt busted out laughing. "I got out in such a hurry I left my drink behind." When we got into Matt's room, he had MTV on. "I came here so I wouldn't have to watch MTV anymore." Matt laughed and turned the TV off. "So what did you come here for?" "I was bored. Thought maybe we could fool around. Find something interesting to do." "You have lunch yet?" Matt asked. "No." "Then we'll start with lunch. I'm starving." We went down stairs to the kitchen. "I know exactly what I want." He opened the fridge door and pulled out what looked like last nights desert leftovers -- chocolate cake. "Cake for lunch?" "Why not, you have something better in mind?" "Nope." We dug in the cake, each scarfing down a large piece with some milk. "You want another piece?" Matt asked. "Oh no, my gut's stuffed." "Suit yourself." Matt grabbed another piece equally as big as the last. We talked a little while Matt ate. I couldn't help but think about eating some more, but my stomach was really stuffed. I occasionally used my fork to snatch a bite off of Matt's piece. He finished the piece, sat back in his chair, holding his stomach and groaning and let out a loud belch. If it were any louder, it would register on the Richter scale. "Holy cow that was loud." "Yeah, now I have room for another piece." "You're shitting me. You're going to eat another piece?" "Yeah why not?" I didn't respond. I couldn't think of any reason why he can't have another. "Maybe someone else would like some?" "Nope. Danny's allergic to chocolate; Sarah's all worried about her weight so won't touch chocolate and my parents don't really eat much of it anyways." I couldn't argue with that so Matt just ate on. Another five minutes and he was done with his third piece of chocolate cake. "You going for a fourth?" I asked. "Nope, I'm done now. Let me just chug some more milk down." Matt let out a long sigh of relief after he swallowed a glass of milk whole. "Bet I can beat you to my room dork." Matt took off before I could even comprehend what he said, but I could tell what he meant by his actions. I was right behind him, but with the short distance, I couldn't catch up. When I got into his room, he was standing there, laughing and pointing at me. "You're slow Will." "Oh really?" I planted both palms on his chest and gave him a toughened shove. Matt fell back onto his bed. "Oh what's that for? Being a sore loser I see" Matt mocked. He jumped up and tried to tackle me, but outweighing him by a good chuck, he couldn't do so. I was able to resist him easily. He made feeble attempts to knock me to the floor. He struggled a few more minutes before giving up. Instead he jumped on my back wrapping his arms around me neck. He slightly cut off my air flow, but loosened enough so I could breathe. But he had accomplished what his goal was. He had me. I stood there, holding him up. He was going to wear me down soon, so I started to try and get him to get off of me. I started spinning in a circle to get him to fall off. I was getting dizzy, so I stopped. I decided I would squish him off of me. I back up and pounded him against the wall -- Matt letting out an Omph each time. I pounded him like five or six times before I stopped. I walked over to his bed, turned around. "Get off or I'll fall on you" I said. Matt just snickered. "Is that a threat?" "No, a promise." After a moment of silence I restated my claim. "Get off or I'll fall on you." "I dare you." I let my whole body go into a free fall, back right onto the bed. Matt let out a loud Omph as I landed. I purposely held my head up. I didn't want to bush his lip or knock heads. When I was down I spread my hands out and locked my fingers behind my head to hold it up. "This is comfty. How's it back there Matt." I heard Matt grunt out the words `get off me.' He started pushing at me, trying to get out from under me, but I laid limp. "Get...off...I'm going...to...puke." I ignored him and his empty threats, but Matt really started to struggle. He posses some strength I hadn't realized he had. In a matter of seconds, he was able to push me off as though he ate some spinach. He ran right out of the room holding his mouth. I heard from down the hall the one thing I didn't want to hear. It sounded like he slammed right into the wall, then splashing sounds. I sprinted out of the room to see Matt in the bathroom doorway, sitting in a puddle of dark brown liquid. He was still having convulsions. When he finally stopped, I walked closer to him. "I'm so sorry, I thought you joking." Matt had vomit on his shirt, all over his shorts, and up and down his legs. It was just about the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. The smell was horrible too. I could detect a hint of chocolate, but it was pungent. He started to get up, but slid in and fell back onto his butt. This is when I noticed he was bleeding from his forehead, just under the front of his bangs. "You're bleeding! What happened?" Matt reached up and touched his cut. "I hit my head on the door. I was going so fast I slide on the floor." "You going to be ok?" "Help me up." I helped him up and into the bathroom. "God this sucks. I'm covered in my own puke." He looked dejected and embarrassed. "Dude, don't worry about it. Just hop in the shower and clean it off. You're cut doesn't look that bad." I helped him take his shirt off; Matt got his shorts and socks off. He didn't remove his boxers when he stepped in the bathtub and closed the curtain. The water turned on and I grabbed his clothes -- not sure what to do with them I set them in the sink. "Will?" I turned to see Matt behind the curtain holding his boxers out to me. "Take them down to the kitchen sink and put them in hot water." I did as he said. When I returned to the bathroom, I turned my attention to the mess on the floor. I started to think of how to clean it up, but there was just way too much for paper towels and wash cloths, and I wasn't sure what else I could use. I sat down on the toilet, waiting for Matt. The water turned off a minute later -- Matt reaching out to get the towel hanging on the towel rack. I couldn't resist thinking -- knowing, that Matt was literally four feet away from me completely naked, but I was unable to see him. Matt stepped out with the towel around his waist. I stood up, noticing a little blood still on his forehead. "How's your head?" I asked. "It's ok I think." "You need a band aid. It's still bleeding a little bit." He walked over to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He touched the cut with his finger, wincing slightly. He opened the medicine cabinet and retrieved a band aid. I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. "I'm really sorry Matt." He looked over at me. "Didn't I say don't worry about it? And if you're so sorry, you'll help me clean my cake up." Then he looked down at the mess. We cleaned it up pretty quickly, making sure we got it all, even the hand print on the door and doorjambs. Matt sprayed some air freshener to cover the odor and then we left to his room. I sat next to him on his bed, checking over his band aid-covered injury. Matt was still in the towel, he hadn't dressed yet. "I'm really really sorry Matt. How does your head feel?" He looked at me, just shaking his head. "My head aches a tiny bit, but you need to stop it already. It was just an accident." "I know, but I feel bad about it still." He leaned down, resting his head on his pillow, moving his feet next to me. I looked down to admire his legs and feet. I loved how they looked. It is as if they are the perfect. I saw his toes wiggle -- then stop. They wiggled again -- then stopped again. Again they wiggled and I looked up at Matt, who was starring back with a grin on his face. "What" I asked. "Give me a foot massage." "Do I look like your slave?" "You know you want to" he responded. I felt his toes wiggle up against my thigh. He turned so he was lying on his back and stretched his feet out so they were in my lap. I instinctively reached down touched them -- one hand on his food, the other on his left just above his ankle. I started rubbing his foot, causing Matt to giggle a little. "You like foot massages don't you?" I asked. He just nodded. I rubbed his feet for another few minutes before stopping. I looked at Matt, who had his eyes closed. I waited for him to respond. He opened his eyes and looked directly at me. "Finished already?" he asked. "Yes. My hands are getting tired." "Oh, too bad." He was silent for a moment then moved his legs apart slightly. He slowly guided his towel upwards -- first past his knees. My eyes widened, fixated on the darkness between his legs. Matt stopped and I glanced up at him, his eyes looking back at me. He moved his left arm over him to his right side, undoing the towel's warp, lifting it up and over, exhibiting his naked body completely to me. I gasped. Matt grabbed his limp dick and starting playing with it, twirling his finger around the head, and running his fingers through is pubic hair. I couldn't take my eyes of the erotic show directly in front of me, nor could I resist the temptation to become part of it. I worked my hand up his leg, taking in the smoothness of his hairless thigh and finally reaching my goal when my fingertips touched his nuts. I immediately met his hand in the actions of his pleasures. Matt guided my hand as he wanted me to stroke him. As I got a steady rhythm, Matt relaxed his hand, and closed his eyes. My other hand continued to enjoy the comforts of Matt's thigh. I couldn't believe how smooth and firm they were, but I couldn't continue to enjoy this luxury. I moved my hand to my own crotch, rubbing myself though my pants. Matt's leg was sort of constricting my attempts to do so. I stopped jerking him, and quickly slid my pants completely down -- Matt's legs lying against my bare thighs. Matt never even opened my eyes, as I did this as quickly as possible so I could get back to work. I stroked both of us in unison. Matt moved his leg up so he could feel the rhythm on my own dick, my balls slightly brushing up against him. This made me extra wild and hot. This was the first time someone else had touched me in this manner, the sexual intensity was more then I could have imagined, and more then my hormones could handled. I blew my load faster then I ever had before. I looked down and watched myself ooze out -- most covered my fingers, but some dripped down and landed on Matt's leg. I caught my breath and when I realized I inadvertently stopped working on Matt, I looked up at him, who was grinning. He grabbed my hand and started me back up. It didn't take long for him to explode either. I now had cum on both hands. It made me laugh thinking I what I just had done. I got both of us off in less then a minute. It was wildly hot. Matt handed me some tissues to clean up with. Neither of us spoke about it at all. Instead, we just looked at each other -- Matt glancing between my eyes and crotch. I just admired his soft sweet body. I don't think I ever went soft, and Matt was going to make sure of that. He bent his knee up so his toes could play with my crotch. It was an amazing feeling, and never thought someone's foot could bring so much delight. I enjoyed the treatment for a few more minutes. "How's your head feeling?" I asked. The grin on Matt's face was priceless. "It feels wonderful, why thanks for asking." "No, I meant your other head, the one you hit on the door." "Oh that one feels good too" Matt said while giggling. "You ever do this before?" "Do what?" "This?" and I motioned with my hands to indicate what I was referring to. "No." "Me either." I looked over to the clock; it was just after three in the afternoon. I still had another two hours before my parents would be home. I jumped when I heard the front door slam. "It's only my sister, but we better get dressed." We got dressed and Matt left to talk to his sister. I instinctively turned the volume up on the TV, listening to some MTV video. I looked out the window, day dreaming about the events that just took place. What did this mean? I wasn't sure. All I knew for sure was I enjoyed it very much and it appeared Matt did too. "I like this video." "What?" I asked. "Oh, yeah, this is a good one." We spent the next hour or so just talking, mingling amongst ourselves about nothing in particular. I left earlier then I needed to, but I wanted to be home in time just in case. The last thing I needed was to get caught doing something my parents didn't want me doing. Over the course of the following weeks, I was able to make it over to Matt's house on two occasions. I decided to see if Anthony wanted to join us -- once he was unable to. The one time he did, we had some good fun in the pool, shooting hoops and goofing around, but nothing happened between Matt and I. I suppose the presents of Anthony made our unconsciousness block out the possibility of going further then what our rough housing provided. The one time I went alone, Matt and I did fool around a bit. It's weird, because I don't even think about what's going on. It just happens. It's like we're just going about our normal everyday life, and something happens and next think I know, he has his shorts down on the front, his cute four-and-a-halfer dangling out -- firming up. My mind is still goes into shock mode when I touch his soft skin. This is the third time we had a sexual experience together, but the odd thing is, I realized on my way home, that he has yet to touch me other then briefly with his foot. It got me into some serious thinking. I stopped by the elementary play ground on the way home and sat on the swing, lightly pushing myself back and forth. Matt never touched me, only I enjoyed touching every inch of him. I've heard my dad talking about this kind of stuff. He says gay people aren't gay, they are really faggots. He says gay means happy, and these fags aren't happy. I've thought about that on many dark nights, lying in my bed, unable to sleep. I always figured I could force myself to like girls and hopefully turn out to be bisexual. I wasn't sure if that was possible. But yet Matt never touched me. I had a million questions run through my mind. Was I really truly gay? Will I be able to make myself like girls? Does Matt like girls? Does Matt enjoy me as much as I enjoy him? What if he just enjoys getting off and doesn't like me beyond a friend? If he liked boys, like I did, why was he unwilling to touch me? I ain't the best looking, but I'm not ugly either. I made myself depressed with my excessive thinking. The crash of some thunder in the distance interrupted my thoughts. A cloud burst was in the making so I had to hurry home before I got caught in a down pour. I got home just in the nick of time because not more then a minute after I walked in the door, I heard my dad pull up. ***************************************************************************** Author's Note: I love getting feedback from anyone...even if you have emailed me before...feel free to send in any ideas/comments/suggestions/concerns/arguments...whatever you want to...I love getting email...Emails also insprire me to continue to write... Questions and/or Comments? wcordova98@yahoo.com New Chapters every weekend