Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 06:58:01 -0800 (PST) From: William Cordova Subject: William Cordova - Chapter 22... 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 Twenty-Two: The Beginning of the End... Late Fall 1992... I stood waiting for Matt feeling a little nervous. I saw a few friends walk by nodding their heads in greeting. Usually Matt was waiting on me here, but today I'm the one waiting on him. It felt strange, almost as if I was waiting for bad news...as though everyone walking by was looking at me, like they had telepathy and were reading my mind. Like they knew I was waiting for my boyfriend to come tell me that we had been outted to the entire school -- shamed to a point where we'd become outcast for the rest of our miserable lives -- scorned by our fathers and disowned to the point of being orphans of some third world country. "Hey Will," Matt said from behind me, causing me to jump from my deep thought. I turned quickly to see him standing right behind me, "Damn don't scare me like that." "Comm'on," he said as he walked off. We got to our secret place back behind the theatre. There was this hallway and a few open rooms that seem to be used for storage, but the doors are never locked and stacked with empty boxes and some other unidentifiable items. It's in a remote location. No one ever goes back there. The lights are always off so we had to turn them on. We had yet to hear another soul when we were back there. It was perfect for two loverboys. "So what happened," I asked immediately? "Everything is OK...I was able to talk my way out of it. I said we were just practicing for the dance." Matt continued, "I don't think my dad bought it entirely...but I was able to leave it at that. I was scared shitless because I had never seen him that angry before. He was really fucking pissed." "I'm so sorry for running out on you." "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you left. He was pissed so much I'm not sure what he would have done if you were there." Matt moved forward and hugged me. I caressed his back in return. "So we're in the clear? We're not `outted?'" "I am not sure. Like I said, I am not sure if my dad has completely bought it. He seemed really suspicious of my story. I don't care though. He was really quiet all weekend. I could tell he was upset or something." "But everything else is normal?" "No. I'm grounded." "What? What for?" "For kissing you," he laughed. "What?!" "I don't care...only a week and it's much better then being `outted.'" "Yea for sure." "But I can still see you here," he said, as his mood turned from serious to curious. His hands moved from my back to the front of my pants, quickly unbuttoning them. I felt his cold hands come in contract with my warm crotch. I would have been instantly hard if it weren't so cold, but that was remedied quickly by his stroking. My pants slipped down to my ankles. Matt was soon squatted in front of me playing with me, like an eight year old kid who just got a new Tonka Truck. "Don't get me off," I said. "Are you still scared of getting caught back here?" "No, I just don't want to leave evidence back here of our doings." "Who is going to see it?" "We have nothing to clean it up with," I said as I pushed him away. I bent down pulling my pants on. Matt stood back watching in confusion. "Save it for the right time." I reached forward, this time it was my turn to play with the Tonka Truck. I pulled his shirt up exposing the front of his shorts where a noticeable bulge was showing through. I smiled and Matt giggled back at me. I reached my hand down the front of his shorts and felt the warmth of his crotch. His pubic hairs were extra soft this morning and I just ran my fingertips through the nicely textured treat. I fully engulfed his hard dick with my hand and gave it a few thrusting strokes. Matt leaned forward and kissed me deeply -- groaning in sync with my stroking. "Go for it," he whispered. "No." "Go for it, please" he repeated, moaning...almost begging. "I said `No.'" I released the kiss and noticed he had his shorts down to his ankles and he was in the process of removing his boxers. "What are you doing?" I asked. "If you aren't going to get me off, I'll have to do it myself." "Ok fine, I'll do it." I moved behind him. I reached both arms around him to his crotch. I lightly kissed his neck as I slowly began to beat his meat -- one hand fondling his balls. I had no idea how much time we had so I sped up rather quickly. It only took him like a minute to shoot. I felt a dribble of warmth on my hand. "That was awesome," Matt whispered. I laughed. "You got me with some of your jizz," I said as I held my hand up to show it off. Matt giggled. "I can't help it. You were just that good." "What am I suppose to clean this up with now?" I asked. "I dunno." I walked over to one of the boxes and wiped as much of it off as I could, then used the underside of my shirt to get the rest off. "You missed a spot," Matt said as I turned around to face him. Confused, I looked around on my hands but didn't see anything..."Where?" "Right here." He motioned to his dangling dick. I saw a drop on his head. I walked over and bent down in front of him. I started pulling his boxers and shorts up and before I got all the way up, I shot my head forward quickly lapping up the drop off the end of his dick in one fluid motion, making sure to get all his head wet. "There, it's gone too," I said as I gave him a big smile. As we were walking out and back into the herds of kids of the school, it dawned on me that I hadn't asked him about the dance yet. "Are you still able to go to the dance?" "I think so. I didn't really ask them about it but I got the impression I can still go. I'll ask when I get home." "Maybe we should find you a date. You know, to make your dad believe your story more?" "I dunno. I'm not going with you?" "Yes. You know you're my real date, but we can't really hold hands and dance together like we'd like. I'm just saying if you got a girl date, brought her to your house, maybe your dad won't think you're gay." "I guess maybe." "What's wrong? You'd been dating girls quite a bit. Now you're suddenly scared of it or something?" I questioned. "I don't want to cheat on you. Geesh, that wouldn't be very good." He got quiet and whispered something I couldn't make out. "Huh?" "I said, I don't think I can go back to girls after you." I felt a little tingly inside. I pulled him aside and into a seldom used stairwell. "I'm not asking you to do that," I said, careful not to say anything to loud. "I just want you to do this for you, for your dad." I paused and looked down the stairs. "Afterwards we can be together how we really want to." I gave him a wink when I heard the warning bell go off -- two minutes until class, so I shot down the stair toward my class, leaving Matt with that food for thought. I went on to class feeling really good about things. All my weekend's worries and nervousness had been washed away. Gym class started out normally as always. We were in the process of playing football, which we had started about a week or so ago. Its flag football but with weird twisted variation - since the class is only fifty minutes long, in order to have a good quality game, the coaches added a few rules to speed the game up. It wasn't a structured tournament like in Jr. High, but more just out of fun. Only half the students were playing football, the others were doing basketball. I was fortunate to get Jeff on my team most of the days for football. Eddie and Mitch were stuck playing basketball since that's what their coach was assigned to. Can't say it was a bad thing because for one, I got a good opportunity to get to know Jeff better. He was definitely the shyest of the three (and by far the best looking). He was much more on the scale of Matt in terms of body build. During football, I always tried to play alongside him and even get him involved in the game. Basketball is far better than football in terms of playing. I can't get enough of basketball so Eddie and Mitch got to play it four days a week while I only got to play it on free Friday's. But in terms of getting to know Jeff, football was great. He was the quiet one for sure. Jeff didn't make a whole lot of friends in the gym class, I could tell. His popularity completely depended on his friendship with Eddie and me. I remembered noticing something about Jeff the other day that somewhat baffled me: he almost never looked at me in the eyes, but today I caught him doing just that on several occasions. It was as if he was embarrassed for doing so. I shrugged it off as just normal bonding between two friends, but he was really getting more comfortable with me. Today, he smiled when we talked and he didn't mind looking me in the eyes. "How long have you known Matt?" he asked me when there was a break in the game. "About a year and a half I guess." "He's from Canada right?" I just looked oddly at him. Play on the field continued as we just moved over by the sideline. "I think we've been over this. I've told you before don't you remember?" "Oh yeah, right. I just forgot." I could tell he lied there. He was just trying to make conversation I think. "You two like best friends or sum'in?" "I suppose so." "He's coming to the dance with us right?" he questioned. "Yeah I believe so," I said. "Good. He's cool." "He is that for sure," I said as I laughed. There was an awkward moment when we heard Coach yelling to us to join back in the game. My mind couldn't get back into the game completely. Jeff got me thinking about Matt and how he asked if we were best friends. I laughed inside knowing not only were we best friends, but boyfriends also. For some reason, I got a weird idea in my head. Playing opposite me out at the flank was a sophomore named Matt, ironically. I motioned to Jeff to play along with my idea. "Hey, Jeff you know its Eddie's birthday today?" "What? It's his birthday?" I saw Jeff giving me questioning eyes, but caught on. "Yeah, he threatened to pound me if I told anyone," I quickly added. "I think we should do something to help him celebrate after class," I said to Jeff, in a quiet voice, but loud enough to be sure Matt would hear me. "That little twerp," Matt said under his breath. We ran a play that resulted in an incomplete pass. As we were going back to our positions, I saw Matt walk over to some other sophomores and talk to them. "You think they bought it?" Jeff asked. "I have no idea, but we'll see, won't we." The game went on for another ten minutes or so until coach told us to head on in. I jogged back to the gym noticing the bell hadn't rung yet: Eddie was still playing basketball. I snickered at the thought of what we had done. It really wasn't evil; just that I just came up with this out of nowhere I had never really thought once to lie about his birthday, it just hit me. While I was changing, I kept eying Eddie, not because he is semi-hot while undressing, which he is, but rather to check to see if the sophomores were coming to get him. He noticed I was looking his direction on several occasions, which didn't bother me until he yelled, "See something you like honey pie?" I must have turned red to some degree. It was quite embarrassing, but I shrugged it off, then a second later I got the reply I was hoping for. "Yeah, I see something I like," I said as I Matt came around the corner heading directly for Eddie. I heard a few kids holler in excitement with some hoots and woots. Eddie turned around and saw the three upper classmates staring at him. He managed to get out a "what?" before they dragged him off. I quickly put my shirt on and followed. Jeff was laughing his ass off too, not far behind me. I could hear Eddie yelling "what the fuck" as he tried to explain it wasn't his birthday! Why they were doing this to him?? But they nonchalantly ignored his pleas. He looked pissed. I had the feeling he knew I was behind it because of how he looked at me. He yelled some curses as he was shoved up against the back door. Two of the kids held his arms up as the third yanked his shorts down, revealing his crotch. There was a sudden silence and the three kids stopped all action. I don't believe they expected that to happen. His boxers had been so loose they just went with his shorts. I felt like crap about that, but it soon became funny as other kids laughed. The three sophomores must have been in shock too because they said some weird things and left. Eddie pulled his shorts back up once they let him go. Not only was he embarrassed... he was pissed too. Mitch and Jeff stood next to me in just as much shock because I doubt they expected that either. Eddie stormed passed us without saying a word. Back at our lockers, he finished dressing and left without a word. I felt like shit now. I didn't expect that to happen. "Can you believe that happened?" Jeff said. "That was fucking whack," Mitch said. "No shit." "Why the fuck they do that? Why they think it was his birthday?" Jeff laughed, "Because Will told them it was." "Why'd you do that?" He asked. I shook my head, "I have no idea...I just thought it'd be funny. I had no idea that was going to happen. Besides, I didn't actually tell them, they kind of overheard it." "They didn't plan to do that, it just happened," Jeff added. "He's fucking pissed. I'd hate to be you," Mitch said, shaking his head as he walked off. I did feel bad, but it wasn't my fault. I didn't pull his pants down. I was a bit nervous going to history class now. I found Eddie sitting quietly in his desk when I entered. I sat in my seat next to him. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry? For what?" "I told them it was your birthday." "What the fuck you do that for?" "I just wanted to get back at you. That's all. You told them about my birthday...remember last month? You thought that was funny as hell, didn't cha? But, I had no idea that was going to happen I swear." "I can't fucking believe what happened." "If it makes you feel any better, they were only laughing because they'd never seen one so big -- like you were freakishly big or something." "Oh please; shuddup already." The rest of history class went by quickly. I didn't say anything else to Eddie. Eddie sat in silence, too. He never said a thing during class. I had a hard time concentrating on history, of course, because I had a nice image of Eddie naked in my mind. He wasn't much different than me. He certainly had nothing to be ashamed of... for sure. I never particularly found Eddie attractive before, but now something had changed. I had seen his most private body parts and somehow that made me feel as though I knew him better. In fact, I really didn't. When I got home, I went over to Ian's house to check out what he was up to. I was bored for sure, not being able to go over to Matt's house after school. "Are you going to the dance?" I asked. "No." "You never even considered it huh?" "Nope." "You like girls right? Why not ask one out? You'd be surprised what one might say." "Of course I do. I just don't like dancing," Ian replied. "It's not about dancing. You go to have a good time with your girlfriend and friends. I ain't got any girlfriend, but I'm going with Matt and some friends just to have a good time." Ian just shrugged it off and remained silent for a while. Finally, he said, "Why don't we go play some basketball?" I noticed his quick change of subject, but didn't care. "Sure," I said. We shot hoops for a good hour before Ian got tired. That was surprising as it was the longest he's played yet. It was great for me. I enjoyed looking at him in his young innocence. He was glistening in sweat which made him more beautiful and even sexier than usual. And I knew he would take a shower afterwards. I really enjoyed it when he jumped on my back to "stop" me from driving on him. Even though he was sweaty, it was a sweet sweat and it gave me an opportunity to steal a feel. I would grab onto his leg and sometimes his upper thigh to "catch" him from falling off too soon. Last time we played, I didn't try and peek at him naked in the bathroom. I was still too scared from the first time. But I was feeling a little more confident this time. Once Ian left for home to take a shower, I was instantly in my backyard checking things out. No one was around so I quickly hopped the fence and was up close to his bathroom window. Something came over me while I was waiting outside his window though. I started to think how lucky I was. I was lucky to have a wonderful boyfriend who loved me and extremely lucky we weren't `outted' by his father. I was lucky to get a bike so I could ride to his house everyday after school, and lucky that my parents even let me go there, considering how dangerous they think the ride is. Then too, I was lucky that Ian always keeps the bathroom window open during showers. I knew why. He took very hot showers. The steam flowing out the window was massive. It was like the bathroom was on fire, there was that much steam. The water turned off and I heard the shower curtain flop back. I inched forward and peaked in the window. Ian had his head covered with his towel, so I propped myself up further and looked down at his naked body. All I could see was his beautifully firm buttocks. It looked just as great as Matt's, maybe even better. But maybe that was just because I was horny as hell. I hadn't seen Matt's ass all week and hadn't had a good opportunity to treat his ass to a massage. My hard prick was pressed up against the brick and it hurt. I had to back off. I moved quietly away from the window and stuck my hand down the front of my shorts. I massaged my dick to comfort it a little but it only got harder from what I had just seen. I couldn't help but stroke like I was just going to masturbate right there and then, but I stopped and inched back to the window. I peeked over and Ian had the towel now wrapped around his waist and was doing something with his ear. I took a last look at him (in my mind watching his towel fall away...seeing his beautiful butt again) and left for home. I jumped in the shower to wash down, but more importantly, to relieve the tension built up by playing ball with Ian. I got off to the image of me massaging his butt and probing his hole. It was a pretty powerful blast because I had not shot in several days. I usually got off daily and lately Matt had been helping me with that, but since Matt got grounded I was going to save myself until I got back with him. But an hour of playing basketball and then seeing Ian in the shower ruined that plan. ***************************************************************************** Questions and/or Comments? Thanks to Frank for proof reading and editing :) wcordova98@yahoo.com Next Chapter - Nov 18th... After that however, I am not sure when the next chapter will be submitted it might be a ways off from there. I think once christmas break arrives, I will be able to finish the story. :)