Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2005 17:50:25 -0700 (PDT) From: William Cordova Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Three 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 Three: Expanding Friendships Monday came way too soon, as usually. Another dreadful week of school, but there is only a few weeks until summer. The day was normal as any other Monday is. I am very good at math. It just comes natural to me, and the teacher always goes over everything like ten times for the slow-mos in class. This gives me plenty of time to gaze, wonder and day dream about Eric Danny and Derek. Derek I think is about my age, I've noticed he has some hair growing on his lower legs. Eric sits next to me and I've had a couple of good looks at his underarm where he is starting to sprout, just as I am. And Danny is the one I day dream the most about. He's has a perfect little face, complimented by blond hair and blue eyes. I think he has Swedish somewhere in his blood. He just has that look to him. He almost always wears shorts and he sits across from me on the other end of the room. His shorts are often "too" short and leave me some excellent views down his legs. I have on several occasions been blessed with a half hour of footage of his underwear and one time with what appeared to me as pubic hair and a bulge. It was dark but that's what my imagination portrayed whether it was what I was actually seeing or not. That's partly why I enjoy math so much, other then it's an easy subject. I often help Anthony with math too. He's ok in math, but sometimes his teacher leaves him baffled. And then comes Language Arts, its 4th period, right before lunch. Daniel is a beauty also. He has brownish-redish hair with dark eyes. He's got a freckled face, not too overwhelming though and he's kind of tall and skinny. He usually keeps my attention off Language Arts and my hunger, party why I am doing poorly in that class. Lunch came quickly today. I met Anthony in the lunch line and we sat in our normal place. Then I noticed Matt off by the lunch lines walking, looking awkwardly out of place. "Hey, there's Matt." I said. "Yup, I'm gonna go grab him. Be right back" and Anthony got up and scurried over there. Seconds later, Anthony was back, but Matt wasn't with him. "What happened?" I asked. "He's gonna grab some food first, then he'll be right over." Within a few minutes Matt was next to Anthony at the table. "Hey." "Hey." "Hi." Matt said a bit embarrassed. "You enjoy your weekend?" Anthony asked, winking intriguingly. Matt look at him, then panned around at the kids all around the area, as if they knew what we were talking about. "Not so loud." "Oh common, no one here is listening, they all talking it up with one another, they don't even know what we're talking about." "Ok fine." He paused a moment. "Yeah, the magazine was good." "Then I suppose you got it home ok without getting busted huh?" "Yup, worked just as you said it would. I got to look at it before I went to bed. I had a hard time getting to bed after that." We all giggled at that. Moments later Kathryn walked by, at her usual time. She has made it a habit of walking by our table, taking long seductive looks at Anthony. She does that thing with her eyes, kind of a nod...raising the eyebrows in a quick flirtatious way. "Whoa, who's that?" Matt asked. "That's Kathryn" I quickly jumped in. "She does that every lunch. She's got the hots for Anthony here." "Yup, ain't she hawt?" Anthony replied. "I suppose" Matt answered back. Without notice, Anthony got up and quickly walked in the direction she was heading. "Where's he going?" "Not sure." Then I yelled out for him as he was quickly getting out of ear shot "Anthony?" But it was too late, my over audio'd voice was muffled by the cafeteria noise. We just watched as we saw Anthony follow Kathryn over toward the girls' bathroom. She had stopped and turned around right by the entrance. As Anthony approached, they started to talk. Then a moment later, they disappeared around a corner. "That's interesting. He's never done that before." "He must have the hots for her then for sure" Matt said. Anthony was gone for most of the lunch period, his food sitting there getting cold. He returned with just a few minutes left until the bell and started chomping down on his food. Matt and I just sat there watching him engulf his meal. We bore laser holes into his face, with questions of what happened. We gave him the silent question look. "What?" Anthony managed to get out between his chewing. "What was that all about? What you say to her? Ya'll dating now? What's the story?" I inquired. "Nothing. We just talked." "We know she likes you, that's obvious. But why did you just now decide to go talk to her?" "I dunno. I felt like having some fun with her for a change." I suppose that's all that was to it, but I suspect it has to do more with showing off in front of Matt. Maybe Anthony was growing a set now that we had our first sexually oriented episode over the weekend. That was the end of that. The bell rang and we went our separate ways. Art was next for me. That's an insignificant class for me. Gym is following that, 6th period. Its always fun. I get to see half-naked partially stripping teenage boys for a few seconds at a time. I am scared to stare too much, afraid I'd be called out on it. It's funny how you can tell a lot about a boy just in those five to seven minutes in the locker room. There are boys that are still "boys", those are the ones wearing whitty-tighties, because they don't have anything large enough to reveal by the tight fight. And then there are the more maturing boys, who have grown too large for the tight confines of whitty-tighties, who wear boxers. Then there are shy boys who change shirts then shorts, never having both their pants and shirts off at the same time, always needing some level of privacy. And then there are the not-so-shy boys who strip off both shirt and shorts standing only in their undies for everyone to see. These are often the boxer boys. And then there is the rare, but painfully obvious super-dork boys, who go back into the bathroom part of the locker room and change in the confines of a personal toilet stall. The only person of interest to me who was in the same row of lockers as me was Alberto. Some called him Al, but that to me, made him sound like an old grumpy man. Al is an old persons name; Alberto is a young joyful boy's name. Alberto was a very unique person. He was taller then most boys his age, and a bit skinner then most also. He had a nice pair of hairless legs, yet had a clump of underarm hair. Never could figure that one out. I always thought leg hair came before underarm hair, as it did with me. I don't really get any good looks at Alberto, as he is on the far end of my row, about six or seven boys blocked any good view. He was a boxer boy. And the most impressive aspect of Alberto was his face. He has very soft skin. It is as if someone airbrushed his face with makeup. He has rosy red cheeks and the rest of his facial skin was a lush tan. He was the only boy in the whole school with such a face. One thing about gym class that bothered me was that no one ever showered. I think it's a sign of the time. Every boy is too shy these days, scared of the gay boy, or their lack of quality in the basement. Who really knows. I was this way too. I wouldn't want to be caught naked in front of fifty plus boys neither, or the pervert gym teacher who always sat there watching everyone change. 7th period was finally here. I came in a bit tired, as usually. I'm tired of school and tired from gym class's activities. When Matt came in, he sat in the same place as on Friday, two seats in front of us. I spoke up first. "Hey doofus! Sit back here." "Oh" was all he said and moved back to the seat directly in front of me. I liked because it gave me a very good opportunity to gaze at his legs and the back of his neck. And at him in general, I enjoyed watching cute boys when they weren't paying attention. You could catch them in their casual state of being. Always intriguing as to what you catch them doing: scratching whichever part of them itched, including their crotch, adjusting themselves, picking their nose, staring off into space day dreaming about something or another. Science was a bit more exciting today. It was no longer just me and Anthony, but Matt as well. So we talked a bit more and it seems Ms. Dickens didn't mind that much, less then her usual self. I suppose the end of the school year was wearing her out. We giggled and laughed about whatever, making jokes and talking about whatever. When the bell rang to end school, we all scampered out of the class and down to the hall where our lockers were. Mine and Anthony's were fairly close, just about ten yards or so apart. Matt tagged along, I don't know where his locker was, never asked. "So can you come over to Anthony's house with us Matt?" I asked. "Oh I don't think so, I never asked my mom." "You can call home from my house and ask." "Oh, I don't know. Not sure if she'd like that." "Well, there's always your excuse that you made new friends and just want to hang out. Common, please." I begged. "If your mom says no, then we'll walk you home." Anthony also seemed to beg a bit, offering a solution. "Ok fine. Let's go. Just let me stop by my locker first." We stopped by his locker and were out the door heading down the street to Anthony's house. It was a mild afternoon, not too hot, but still a big muggy. Almost a perfect day to play some hoops, and my new Canadian friend needs a lesson on a real sport. "Thought we'd shoot some hoops, show you a little American sport." I said. "Oh that sounds great," Anthony chimed in. "I've never played basketball before. I'll suck for sure." "That's ok; we'll show you how to play good." When we got to Anthony's house, he showed Matt the phone. We waited in the living room making small talk while Matt called home. We heard him speak up and we listened in. "Hi mom...Nothings wrong, I'm over at Anthony's house. Is it alright if I stay over for a little while?...Yes...Yes...I don't know...Sure...Ok...Please?...Oh please, pretty please...Ok fine...Love you to mom." Then he walked back into the living room where we were just standing there watching. "I can't stay; mom has shopping for me and my brother in a little while." "Damn" I said. "Ok then, let's walk you home." So we went on our way, it would be a good decent walk - past the school and past the swimming pool and down to his street. "Ok there's my house, the ugly old piece of crap one." "It doesn't look that bad, looks better then mine" I interjected. "Well it is only temporary. We're moving in a few months." Matt said. Did I hear him correctly? He said he was moving in a few months. Didn't he just get here? "You're moving already? You just got here?" I asked. "I know. Dad's having a house built over in Deerfield. It wasn't ready before we came down so we had to rent this place until then. The new house is going to be awesome." "Oh." I thought to myself. Then a light bulb went off in my head. That did make sense; he mentioned his father was some oil man. He obviously has to be making more money then to be living in this dump of a neighborhood. I considered it a dump, comparing it to Deerfield, which I happened to live in for two years prior to moving here. It wasn't going to be too bad. He'll still be attending the same school as us, just be living further away. Not walking distance any longer though. "Yeah, we're going to have our own pool, two stories and I get my own room. I have to share it with Danny in this house, because there isn't enough room." "Oh that's cool. We'll have to come over and see it when it's done." Anthony said. "Of course. Well, think I better be heading in. My mom has some shopping for us to do. She said we have to go out and get some summer clothes. I don't have anything really to wear in this awful heat all summer long." I then took notice to that he had worn long sleeve shirts to school. Who wore long sleeve shirts to school in Houston during the spring and summer? Of course -- Canadians who just moved down here. "Bye" "Bye" "Later, take care." The next week and a half or so we just did or normal stuff, getting to know each other better, giggling and laughing at each other and normal young teenage boy stuff. Matt came over to Anthony's house on most days after school, and walk home alone, or sometimes with use, and one or twice his mom picked him up. I didn't notice if Matt had returned Anthony's magazine or not. I don't think it bothered Anthony at all; he didn't make mention of it. Come Friday the week before finals week. Matt sat down at the table next to us at lunch. "Hey, you two think you could make it over to my swimming-slumber birthday party in July?" Whoa. His birthday is in July, that means he's older then Anthony. That took me by surprise. Anthony was taller, heavier and just looked older then Matt in general. I knew Anthony wouldn't turn 13 until January. "The pool will be installed by then and we'll be able to swim and then you can spend the night and we can have a party, with cake and ice cream and pizza for dinner and whatever you want to do." Matt was really excited by this time; he barely had time to breathe between his sentences. "Sounds cool. When is your birthday?" I asked. "July 21st, the swimming pool will be done about a week before that." "You want us to bring you some presents?" Anthony asked. "If you want, I don't really care." That's quite shocking. An almost 13 year old boy not caring if his friends buy him presents for his birthday party. I have to admit; he has been acting more mature then the average boy in our grade. Maybe it's a Canadian thing. "I'll get your something anyways Matt. I'll make it a surprise." "Same here bud." Anthony quickly said too. The following week, finals week, went by quickly. We had several half days and school ended on Thursday. All three of us went on to Anthony's house where we had made plans to water-balloon the elementary bus as it went on by. Anthony and I knew several boys on the bus, who lived down the street who were in the 5th grade. They'd be joining us at Watkins Jr. High next year. We hid behind some bushes with balloons in hand at eth bus stop. The bus stop is at the corner of the street and a short dead-end street. The dead-end street was never completed, the bridge that was suppose to cross over the bayou was never done, because the other end didn't have anything significant on it to warrant the time and money to build the bridge. The bayou was one of our usual hang out locations, during the cooler months. As there are no trees and no shade, the summer months aren't its best time. We sat there, waiting and waiting. About five minutes later, the bus come around the bend and stopped at the previous stop down the street. We waited and when the bus stopped at this bus stop, we watched as Arthur and Andre got off the bus. They are identical twin brothers, both living in the house at the end of the street. They are Brazilian-American. Their father married a Brazilian woman when he lived in Brazil, but moved back here about five or so years ago. I suppose they were somewhat cute, but they didn't interest me that much. They were only 10 at the time, too young for me. We popped out from behind the bushes and I hit Andre directly in the chest causing a big splash of water that sprayed Arthur and another girl. Several more balloons hit Andre and Arthur in a matter of moments, and before they could react, they were both quite drenched. We continued to empty our balloons onto the bus, aiming for the open windows, attempting to maybe get some more kids wet inside. By the time we were done, everyone was yelling and hollering and laughing. Andre and Arthur seemed to enjoy it more then we did. The bus left and the girl was practically gone out of site, screaming and running as fast as her little feet could take her. "Oh man that was awesome" Anthony was roaring. "Wooo!" is all Arthur was hollering in excitement, same for Andre. We were all excited with that little rush of adrenalin we experienced and our little last-day-of-school game was over. We all talked briefly and the brothers left, mostly wet, to go home. We occasionally play b-ball with them, they are ok I suppose, but mostly that's about all we do. Back at Anthony's house, still high on our little "crime spree" we went inside, into the cool comforts of the AC. It's quite hot in Houston at the end of May. Both Anthony and I kicked off our shoes, but Matt wasn't yet use to the heat, so he kicked his shoes off and took his shirt off too. He actually had a t-shirt now, left only in his under shirt. "No wonder you're hot, Matt. You're wearing two shirts. What's wrong with you?" I was picking on him at this point. "Yeah, it's hot and two shirts just is too much. I'm still learning, give me a break." I could easily see that his undershirt was damp. I didn't mind at all. This gave me a good look at him, with an occasional eye-shot of his underarm. No hair yet. We just played some games, some Nintendo, talked about Matt's new house and how it's coming along, about how we were so excited that school was out for the summer...and of course, that we were now top dogs in school now. We were eighth graders. Maybe not until next year, but we liked to believe we were eighth graders right then and there. The next few weeks passed uneventful. Matt was moving into his new house in a week and we planned to help him set his room up. He practically didn't need to pack as he left most of his stuff in storage from the move down here. Come moving day, we were at his new house bringing his stuff up to his room. The movers had already carried up the heavy stuff: his bed, dresser, desk and TV. His room was quite large, a good size and a half as mine. He had a big king size bed, plenty of room for all three of us to fit in. As if that would ever happen, but I could fantasize easily. His TV looked pretty new. It made me jealous of course. I didn't have my own TV, much less my own room. I had to share a room with my little brother. We had a bunk bed and a large room, but splitting it between the two of us made it feel small, because we had it filled with a lot of toys and stuff. My parents worked hard for what little money they got. We lived in a small house, like I said; I had to share a room with my little brother. My older brother, Robert, got his own room because, well, he was the oldest. He finally got his own TV just for his 15th birthday last year. I was hoping for the same treatment for my 15th birthday, but that was still two years off. Anthony, even though wasn't any better off then I was, did get more attention, as it was just him and his mother in the house. So he got his own room and stuff. His mom probably didn't make any more money then my parents, it was just split two ways instead of five. Unpacking Matt's things took a good full day. We finally met his older sister, Sarah, for the first time. She and Matt didn't really talk a lot. They kept to themselves mostly. Matt and Danny though did get along well and confided in each other more often. Several times during the day Matt left to talk and help Danny with his room. I could see Danny easily becoming a virtual Matt in a few years. We had lunch and it was late into the afternoon, pushing on dinner time. Mrs. Ducker came up to his room. "Anthony, Will, do you want to stay for dinner? I plan to go get some pizza; you are welcome to stay if you want. I can take you home later." "Sure" I said. I knew my mom wouldn't care. In fact she would probably be expecting it. "Sounds good to me," Anthony added. "Ok, I'll call your parents and let them know and give them our new phone number." She left and we went back to unpacking. At first I thought he didn't have a lot of stuff, because he only had like ten boxes or so of stuff. It turned out to be a lot more then it seemed. Five more boxes came up a few moments later. "Holy crap" I commented, "how much more stuff do you have?" "Most of these boxes are clothes; clothes I wont be using much anymore in this Houston heat." We all laughed at his comment. Funny how he's already calling it Houston's heat. We were just about all pooped at this time. Matt quickly went through those five remaining boxes, but marked them as storage boxes. They were clothes he didn't need. Winter clothes I believed. We were lounging around, I was lying on his bed, which wasn't made yet; Matt was sitting next to me and Anthony was sitting on his desk chair. There were a few things that didn't have a place to go or Matt hadn't decided what he wanted to do with them yet. Matt didn't have a lot of toys. As I've said before, he seemed more mature then most his age, and his room definitely portrayed that well. His room was more a room of a 15 or 16 year old, not of a boy who would just be turning 13. Mrs. Ducker came back with the pizza and we ate. Shortly after she took us home; we were all tired from a days worth of moving. It was really intriguing to finally get to know Matt that in depth. It was the first time Anthony and I had even seen his room. We never even went inside his old house; I suppose because it was really crowded and they never properly unpacked and stuff. I detected he was a bit embarrassed that he had to share a room with Danny while in the temporary house. Probably because he had his own room back in Canada and didn't like sharing his room for those few months. All in all, it was a good day. I felt I was really growing closer to Matt and his family. The next few weeks, both Anthony and I came over on a few occasions, just hanging out and doing whatever young teenagers do. And on a few occasions Matt came over to Anthony's house. We had taught him how to properly shoot a jump shot, and a lay up and stuff like that. He wasn't that great, but what do you expect from someone who was just learning the game. ***************************************************************************** Questions and/or Comments? wcordova98@yahoo.com New Chapters every weekend