Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 16:06:58 -0700 (PDT) From: William Cordova Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Nineteen... 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 Nineteen: The Shattered Ice "You mean you'll buy it for me? You'll really get it for me?" Standing in front of us was a partially rusty dinged up bike. The red had long faded from its years of use, but the frame looked solid and the seat looked new. I couldn't care less if it was brand new or not, all that mattered to me was it had a seat and two wheels. "How about it? You like?" my dad asked. "Sure why not," I said. "It's not new or anything...but it'll do, right?" "Absolutely of course it will. Thanks a bunch Dad." I was genuinely surprised and appreciative to say the least. I thought I was going to be stuck in my house until I got a car, but not anymore. I immediately thought of Matt and going to his house at the soonest possible time. My dad paid the lady and told me to ride home since it wouldn't fit in the car. I didn't mind at all, and off I went. It rode pretty smooth compared to my old bike. I would need to be sure not to stop at the convenience store at all. It's not worth the risk. When I got home I decided to ring up Matt and see what he was up to. "Hello," I heard Mrs. Ducker say from the other end of the line. "Hi, is Matt there?" I asked. "Yes, I'll go get him." A moment later Mrs. Ducker returned to the phone and said, "Matt doesn't want to talk to you Will." "What?" I was shocked. "Why not? What's wrong?" "I am not sure really. I think he misses you. He doesn't do anything after school now. He just slumps around and keeps to himself." Holy crap, what was wrong with Matt? Hearing Mrs. Ducker say that made me feel like a spoon was digging in my stomach. I had to see him for sure and as soon as possible. "Can you please let me talk to Matt?" "I asked him and he said he didn't want to talk to you." "Can you make him?" "I can't force him, but I'll go ask him again ok?" Mrs. Ducker said as she left the phone. Another few moments passed by when I heard someone fumbling with the phone. "Hey." "Matt is that you?" I asked. "Yes, what do you want?" Matt sounded gloomy and it worried me. "I just wanted to talk. What is wrong with you?" "Nothing's wrong." "Hey, my dad got me a bike so maybe I'll sneak over after school soon. Sound fun?" "Whatever." "Matt seriously, what's wrong?" "I told you nothing is wrong...ok?" This was very unlike Matt. I didn't know what to say or do. "I know there's something wrong Matt, but if you don't want to tell me that's fine, I'll drop it -- for now. I'm gonna come over Monday and we'll talk then." I waited for Matt to reply but he remained silent. "Matt?" "I have to go now," Matt said then hung up the phone. I was in shock. I was not prepared for that. Matt was down -- way down. He didn't seem to have the same perkiness he usually has when I talk to him. I hope he wasn't being picked on by some bully. I pondered over that for the next few hours while watching TV. After lunch I went out into the garage to clean my new bike up a bit. Even though I could tell the previous owner had cleaned it up for sell, to me it was still covered in another person's aura. I washed it up good, taking special attention to the seat. I pictured Ian sitting on my bike, looking back at me with his wonderful smile. Then I pictured him naked -- his bare buns squished up against my seat -- just the top of his crack visible. I bent down behind my bike and rubbed the seat with the damp cloth I had -- pretending to rub his soft firm buns. I then imagined Matt there, naked just as Ian was, looking over his shoulders, staring directly into my eyes. He had a look of glee on his face, but his eyes were telling me otherwise. He bore holes into me, telling me he was scared or worried -- or something I couldn't decipher. I didn't know what was wrong. I was imagining all this right here on my bike. I had the boy I so admired, naked and sitting on my bike but couldn't enjoy what my mind was conjuring up. School on Monday was going unbelievably slow. After we dressed out, I was hanging by the back door of the gym (or the front entrances if you look at it from the other perspective). It leads outside to lobby of the gym and the parking lot and past those are the track and fields. Eddie and Mitch joined me shortly after. "I hope we do something fun today," Eddie said. "Yeah no shit," Mitch replied. "So how was your birthday?" Eddie asked me. "What birthday?" I tried to play it off as though I hadn't had one. Eddie laughed. "The birthday you had on Saturday. Don't pretend we don't know." "Crap, how'd you know?" "We have our sources," Mitch winked. I wasn't entirely worried, but now I was prepared to deal with anything the sophomores might have in store for me. I have noticed they like to do a little something to freshmen on their birthday. One kid I remember got his head dunked in the toilet, but most get their shoes or even their gym shorts stolen and hidden somewhere in the locker room. I hadn't seen or heard about them doing anything that would get them in trouble, just things that are somewhat embarrassing to the freshmen. I was hoping Eddie and Mitch could keep their mouths shut until after class...if they hadn't already blurted it to everyone. I noticed Eddie had a big grin on his face which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I had a feeling he had something up his sleeve. By now the gym had filled up and the coaches were coming into take roll. After roll call, the girls all left for the other gym; and coach told everyone that we had to run three laps around the track, then we could have free day -- which basically meant basketball. Immediately a bunch of kids started hauling ass out the door toward the tracks. I started sprinting lightly, wanting to get there and get my laps done, but not waste too much energy. As I left the building, Eddie and Mitch each grabbed me under my arms and pulled me around a corner, letting everyone else just go on by oblivious to us. "What's going on?" "Shhh," Eddie said as he covered my mouth with his hand. "We don't want to run. Just stay here until everyone goes by and we'll just simply walk back into the gym when they're done." I felt a bit uneasy fearing we might get busted, but I kept my mouth shut and just watched everyone jog on by, including two coaches. I was somewhat in shock. "Where'd you come up with this idea?" I asked. "A friend told us. He does it just about every time and never gets caught." "He said the key is not to let anyone know you're doing it so no one can blab to coach or ruin it by blowing your cover," Mitch added. "Now we just wait?" I asked. "We wait a few minutes then go back into the gym lobby and wait there. And when we see a few students come back, we join right behind them and no one ever knows a thing." Eddie looked around the corner to see if the coast was clear, "Com'on lets go." We walked back and waited in a secluded area of the gym's lobby. We chit chatted about everything and anything. I got more comfortable with a feeling of invulnerability. After ten or so minutes we heard the doors open and a few students came in. We watched and few minutes later, we followed some more students in and just grabbed our basketballs and started up the game. Coaches never suspected a thing. Back in the locker room I was changing back to my school clothes. I had my shoes and shorts off when I was sitting down on the bench; I heard a small ruckus coming down the aisle. It was three sophomores. I had a good idea what they were coming for. "Birthday boy I heard?" The biggest boy said. He was a good two hundred pounds and at least six two. I wasn't scared because I knew what they were here for and I knew it was more of a prank than anything else. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to deny it. They just laughed and grabbed me by my arms and hauled me off to the back of the locker room. Unfortunately for me, I hadn't been able to put my pants back on so I was somewhat embarrassed already. They put me up against the back exit, raised my arms and took my gym shirt off. I didn't resist because I was just accepting that this was going to happen. What I wasn't prepared for was what came next. They opened the door and threw me out into the school's main hall and shut the door behind me. I was now practically naked, in socks and boxers only out in the school for everyone to see. However, since it was still a few minutes before the bell, the hall was empty. I quickly got up off the ground and headed back for the door, but it was shut, and it only opens from the inside. Even though there was no one around, I felt extremely embarrassed. I pounded on the door. "Let me in!" I hollered. I kept my pounding up but stopped realizing they weren't going to let me in. I hunkered down next to the door, covering myself up as best as I could. I knew they had to let me in soon and I knew I had to get in soon too. The bell was going to ring any minute and I would just die if streams of students came walking by pointing and laughing at me. I also knew that once the bell rang the door would open and the locker room would flood out, giving me a way back in, if I could manage to squeeze through. The door opened before the bell rang thankfully and I was let back in with the sophomores laughing. Eddie and Mitch were right there with them. I gazed at them with an intention to show anger because I knew they had ratted me out, but I think my embarrassment showed more. I quickly got back to my locker and found my shirt lying on the floor. The bell rang a few moments later and I was on my way to History. "So whose bonehead idea was it to rat me out to the sophomores," I said as I sat down next to Eddie in history. "Mitch's I swear!" he faked the denial. I could tell he wasn't trying to fool me by his grin. "I am so going to get you two back." "You can't get me back. My birthday is in the summer, remember?" "I'll figure out something just for you." I thought for a moment, thinking of a way to get him back but nothing came to mind. "When's Mitch's birthday?" Eddie laughed. "Don't worry about Mitch. I'm going to rat his ass out so fast he won't know what hit him. I got something ten times as embarrassing coming for him." "Oh shit, what is it tell me!" "I ain't telling." "Then tell me when his birthday is at least." I begged. "It's in November." I grinned, as if my little mind had just concocted up some evil scheme. But in reality it is all of Eddie's doing, so it was bittersweet. Maybe I could learn something from Eddie's plan and use it against him. History rolled on quite fast and before I knew it I was on the bus heading home. I walked home as fast as I could. Benjamin was in his room doing homework like a little weirdo he is sometimes. I quickly took a piss and checked the time. I slipped out into the garage unnoticed and headed for Matt's house. As I was peddling past the convenience store, I took extra notice to the place that ruined my summer. Stupid asshole thief, whoever it may have been. As I rode up Matt's driveway, no cars were present just as I suspected. I knocked on the front door but no one answered. I tried looking through the glass placement on the door but couldn't see anyone. I then rang the doorbell and waited. A moment later the door opened and Matt was looked out at me with his beautiful blue eyes. "Oh hey Will." "Hey, how's it going?" I asked. "Good. What you doing over here?" "What do you mean? I came over to hang with you. Is there something wrong?" "Yes there is actually." I was taken back by that. I asked the question expecting a `no' answer. I didn't think he would fess up about something being wrong, or even admitting that there was something wrong. Then I realized that there is actually something wrong. "Come in so we can talk." We walked up to his room and he shut the door behind me. I sat in the desk chair and waited for Matt to initiate the conversation. Matt walked slowly over and sat across from me on his bed. I took this time to look him over. The past few months has been good to him I can see. He is still thin on the leg hair and hasn't seemed to change much at all. I looked up at him and our eyes met, but he quickly turned them down and gazed at the floor, but I still sat and waited. A good minute passed before I couldn't wait any longer. "You said something is wrong. What is it?" "Will," was all he could say. I sat in silence waiting for him to continue. "Will, high school sucks." "I know it does." "I miss you and Anthony," he said. I was somewhat shocked...but not completely because I felt the exact same way. I just couldn't open myself to say the words. "Ok. I've haven't seen Anthony since orientation. It seems like since school started back up all my old friends are no where to be found." "Same here." "You making new friends right?" "Not really," he said hanging his head. "Well why not?" I asked. "I don't know. I don't want new friends." "What you mean?" He went silent. He just hung his head. I leaned down to try and look at his face. "Matt?" I asked again. "I don't know." "What is wrong Matt?" I tried to be a little more forceful this time. He finally budged from his sulking state and looked up at me. "I can't." "You can't what?" "I just can't." "Ok so are you going to tell me what's going on or did I just waste my time coming over here." I stood up as if I was going to go, but I had no intention of leaving. "I told you what was wrong," he reiterated. "I don't believe you. There is something more you aren't telling me." He hung his head again and slightly shook it. "I think I know what's wrong," I said as I moved toward him. I stopped a foot from him and looked down at him. I could see he was looking at him feet. He slowly lifted his head and looked up at me. His eyes had grown red; he was on the verge of crying. I sat down next to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder and lean forward. I softened my voice, "I know what is wrong, Matt. You don't have to say another word. I know." He looked directly into my eyes and I saw them grow bolder. "When you said you missed me and Anthony, you really meant you missed me." I moved closer to him placing my thigh against his and raised my hand to touch his cheek. I placed my thumb just under his eye and wiped at the redness. "You miss me and what we do." "I..." I moved my hand to cover his mouth. "Shhh. I said don't say another word. I know Matt. I know what is wrong and you don't have to put yourself through saying it." I pulled him closer, removed my hand and placed my lips on his. He immediately responded -- passionately pressing back. He opened his mouth and almost swallowed my tongue. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste of him -- a hint of mint. I reached as far as I could, sucking in as much of him as I could. I caressed his face with my hand, rubbing all over his smooth face before lowering it down to his chest. I felt his hand fumbling through my hair and the other one was holding my arm just above my wrist, which now made its way up the front of his shirt. Matt broke the kiss and looked me directly in the eyes and without saying a word, spoke a volume of knowledge. He pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, sitting on my hips. He placed both hands out besides my head and plunged down at my face. I took him with everything I could muster up. His tongue was a pile driver -- cracking through barrier of my oral cavity. He was on all four just having his way with me and I was in no way going to change that. I released the grip I had on his shirt and chest and moved my arms around to wrap his back. I slid his shirt up to feel the warmth of his back. I could feel every bump that made up his perfect little spine. I must have so delicately touched his back because I felt his body break out in goose bumps. I managed to smile through the excavation of our kissing. I moved my hands down to his waistband and dove in. I had both hands firmly planted on his flawless little buns. The goose bumps faded quickly and I could only squeeze with temptation. I clutched his buns and pulled forward, spreading his cheeks as far as the skin would allow. Matt resisted -- pushing back, never once breaking our kiss. I tried to pull back, but Matt kept a good suction hold on me preventing me from breaking off. I could tell he felt I was trying to break it because he lowered his whole body onto mine, putting all his weight right on top of me and began to push hard into my crotch with his. I could feel he was as hard as I was. I had to remove my exploring hands from his bottom and grab a hold of his head to break our kiss. "Matt, slow down." He just looked at me with his soft face -- one of complete relief and compassion. His lips were glistening with saliva from our mutual attack. "What?" he asked. "Do you kiss girls like this?" "No." "Why not?" I asked. "I don't know." "You have to be the greatest kisser ever, you know." I said that as if I knew what I was talking about. I saw Matt slightly blush. "I only kiss like this because I'm kissing you." "Are you saying you enjoy kissing me more then your girlfriends?" I must have stunned Matt because he fell silent. His eyes looked down and he rolled off to my side. I still had my arm wrapped around his shoulder. "What's wrong?" He covered his eyes with one of his hands and I got really worried then. "What's wrong? Tell me!" "I don't like girls!" he said abruptly. He shocked me by his loud heated tone, which quickly faded with his face as it turned away from me. "I like you," he said so low I could barely hear him. I think he was too embarrassed to look at me when he said that because I could see his cheeks turn a little red. "I'm glad you do, because I like you more than girls too." He immediately removed his hand and looked precisely into my eyes. "This is how much I like you," I said as I leaned forward and tasted his lips again. I opened my mouth and took in his tongue, grabbing it with my own. I moved my hand and lifted the front of his shirt. I rubbed up and down his stomach and I felt him tying to do the same. I grabbed his cock through his shorts and started squeezing and jerking. Matt moaned into my mouth and it only made me hornier then before, which was as horny as I've ever been. It drove me wild and I couldn't figure out how my body was standing up to the immense pressure. I felt his hand creep underneath my waistband and plunge into the oasis of my pubes. He laid off touching my dick for some reason and it was driving me crazy. I began to buck my hips, trying to urge him to grab it. "Do it already," I whispered. He sat up, unbuttoned my pants and lowered them. He opened the front of my boxers and let my dick stick out. He moved his fingertips to the edge and scratched around in my pubes again. He giggled and pushed his hand in and grabbed my balls. It was amazingly tense. He started massaging my balls and I let out a load moan. "Shhh, someone will hear us," Matt said. I opened my eyes when he said that and looked over at the door. "It just feels so awesome Matt, I couldn't help it. You're hands are so cold." "No, your balls are so warm." I giggled with him but I stopped abruptly. I looked back over at the door. "Matt, I thought you closed the door earlier." "I did," he said as he focused on the door too. "Crap." He ran over to the door which was now cracked open. He opened it and looked around while I put my pants back on. "How'd it get open," I whispered. "I don't know." "Damn damn. I have to get going." "You can't leave now," Matt begged. "I have to. I can't get busted or I'll never be able to come over here again. I'll come over again tomorrow if I can. I promise." I could see I was disappointing Matt immensely. I was disappointing myself just as much, but I had to go. Matt shut the door. He wrapped his arms around me in a giant hug and kissed me again. It felt like he wanted to crawl down my throat mouth first. "I have to get going," I said as I walked out of his room. The last look I saw on his face was one of a radiant glow. ***************************************************************************** Questions and/or Comments? wcordova98@yahoo.com New Chapters every weekend