Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2005 19:06:01 -0700 (PDT) From: William Cordova Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Four 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 Four: All things equal, Matt wins July 21st ... Anthony and I arrived at Matt's house around Noon. Mr. Ducker already had hot dogs on the grill and the pool was sparkly crisp and clean. It was a very nice pool, diving board and a nice little rocky waterfall for decorations. It was a hot day, as usual, upper 90s. We put our presents in the living room and our overnight bags up in Matt's room and joined the family out on the backyard patio. They were smart to put an overhang patio cover over their deck. Danny and Matt were sitting at the table chit-chatting. "Hey." "Hey guys" Matt replied and stood up. "Hot dogs will be ready soon" we heard Mr. Ducker say. The table had all the fixings on it already, chili, pickles, relish, mustard, ketchup and cheese. Matt's sister was no where to be found. I suspect Matt didn't care and neither did she. Minutes later the hot dogs were on the table and we were eating down. They were pretty good I suppose, coming from a Canadian. I'm use to homemade chili, something my dad has mastered. We had canned chili, not my personal liking, but I complimented them anyways. We talked while we were waiting for our 40 minutes were up. Matt's mom wouldn't let us into the pool for at least 40 minutes after eating so we wouldn't get cramps or anything. Finally we ran up to his room to get changed. "You can use the bathroom down the hall to change if you want." Matt said. Anthony grabbed his trunks from his bad and walked out the door, as I searching for my trunks I noticed Matt taking his shirt off and slipping off his slippers. I was down on my knees digging for my trunks in my bag, having difficulty finding them, I was directly in front of Matt, not but 5 feet in front of him. He turned around and just dropped his shorts right there in front of me, divulging his very hot round butt to my viewing pleasure. I just stared. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was staring at a very nice set of buns on a very nice boy, and before I knew it, he was slipping up his trunks. He grabbed some towels off his bed and walked out the door, never even looking back at me. Anthony walked back in the room and asked "Where's Matt?" "Huh?...Oh he's down stairs going to the pool. I'll be down in a second." Anthony left and I finally found my trunks. I thought for a second, but decided to just change right there, figuring they wouldn't be coming back. Damn that was nice. I it happened so fast I didn't even have time to take mental pictures or didn't even get semi-hard. I was surprised at Matt's level of shyness, or lack thereof. Minute later I was outside by the pool, both Anthony and Matt were already in the pool. I did a half running dive cannon ball right next to them. We spent a good three hours playing, wrestling and doing diving challenges off the diving board. Matt won easily, making the by far the most impressive summersault dive. Anthony won for making the biggest splash, getting water all the way up toward the deck, and I didn't win anything but the comforts of feeling on two hawt boys. The one thing from our wrestling matches that stood out in my mind as we were finishing up was the one time I accidentally grabbed Matt's crotch area trying to avoid a dunk by Anthony. I quickly let go once I realized I had a handful of boy banana! I felt embarrassed a bit, but my whole body was being held under water by Anthony and I never noticed Matt's reaction. By the time I got out from under Anthony's grip, Matt was attempting to dunk Anthony in retaliation as if nothing had even happened. So I shrugged the whole thing off, only taking in its significance after the wrestling match. When we were done, we got our towels and briefly dried off. Mrs. Ducker said "Boys, why don't you go upstairs and rinse the chlorine off and get dressed. We'll have dinner around seven" and off we ran upstairs, towels around our waist. Matt spoke up first, "get in the bathroom and we'll rinse off" as he ran into the bathroom. We followed him in the bathroom as he turned the water on cold and hopped in the shower, leaving the curtain back. He rinsed quickly, grabbed a new towel and started drying, leaving the water running. "What you waiting for? Someone get in the shower." I jumped in, of course leaving my trunks on as Matt did, and quickly rinsed off. Matt left the bathroom and when I was done, Anthony did it next and then turned the water off. By the time I got back to Matt's bedroom, he was partially dressed with shorts and a shirt and was sitting on his bed drying his hair off. I grabbed my clothes and stood there. Where was I going to change? So I walked back to the bathroom where Anthony was just starting to dry off. I said "Let me get changed and you go grab your clothes. I'll be back in a second." Anthony let and I changed and then Anthony did the same in the bathroom. Finally we were all back in Matt's room just making small talk. It was only a little after five. We still had about two hours before dinner, and my stomach was getting cranky already. My hunger should make dinner that much better I thought. "That was a lot of fun" Anthony started. "Sure was, we outta do that more often." I said. "Yeah, but my pool is better then the stupid community pool, because there's no piss in it." That comment made us giggle, Matt giving a very unusually silly giggle that made me light up in a smile. I was smiling already from giggling, but his unique giggle made me smile extra long. "That's for sure" Anthony replied. "That's my pools first pool party and hopefully it won't be its last." A moment of silence, when Matt asked me "When's your birthday Will?" "October 9th" "And you'll be 14 right?" "Yup" "How come? Did you fail a grade?" He smirked. "Nope. My mom had agreed with my 2nd grade teachers that I needed to repeat the grade because I was having difficulties reading. I had speech impairments as a young child." "Doesn't that suck?" He asked. "Not really. I barely remember it and to me it feels like I'm just the same as everyone else, except I'm a year older then most. Besides, I'll be getting my drivers license before both ya'll." "What do you two wanna do now?" Matt asked. "Turn on the TV" I suggested. Matt grabbed the remote and turned it on. It was on MTV when it came on. "Cool, I like this song." "Yeah, I like MTV. I didn't get any channel like this back up in Canada. Now I practically don't change it off." "You seen any of the EnVogue videos?" I asked. "Yeah, I like them." "I have their CD. Listen to it quite often." It was the only CD I owned and could only listen to it using my dad's Radio. We sat there watching MTV for a sometime, all the while making small talk about school and what-not. The time passed rather quickly when we heard someone walking up the stairs. Mrs. Ducker appeared in the doorway and asked "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Wash up and come on down to the table." We washed our hands and headed down stairs where Danny was already sitting. We sat and made more small talk. Dinner was served shortly after. The steak and potatoes were superb. Apparently this is what Matt asked for to eat for dinner. Can't blame him, it was very delicious, and I complimented Mr. and Mrs. Ducker on their cooking. So did Anthony. After dinner, Mrs. Ducker told us "Boys, can you go into the living room while we clean up this mess and we'll call you in for presents and cake in a few moments." "Sure" "Yes mom" And we left. We sat around talking and making jokes. We even made hints at what we thought Matt was getting for presents. I even hinted at what I got him, but he didn't catch on. We were all a bit excited, having fun and everything; subtle hints fell on deaf ears. After a few minutes, Matt's parents called us back in. We sat around the table where the cake was, with 13 candles afire and presents on one end. We sang Happy Birthday, some with more energy then others, and he blew out the candles and we all cheers, as if it meant something. I suppose it was a special occasion for Matt, he was officially a teenager now. Mr. Ducker served cake while Matt started to open his presents. He got some cool clothes from his parents, come music CDs and some cards with cash from relatives elsewhere. I think Anthony is the one that gave him a Rockets cap and an Olajuwon jersey -- some good hometown gear. I gave him a new basketball. Apparently we're trying to Americanize Matt quickly. After all, he won't get much Hockey coverage down here. He was very happy and thanked us all. "Thanks Mom and Dad. Thanks Anthony for a jersey of some guy whose name I cannot even pronounce. And thanks Will for the basketball." "I figured you can shoot some hoops in your spare time over at the recreation center down the street." It's true; he only lived like a block from the subdivisions basketball courts. "And then we can shoot hoops while we're here too." We all made small talk and finished eating our cake and by then it was around 8:30. Mrs. Ducker spoke up "Well boys, you retire to your rooms. Your father and I will be heading up to bed. We have work tomorrow so we'll be gone before you wake up most likely. Sarah will be here to keep an eye on things." "Ok, good night mom, dad." Anthony, Matt, Danny and I went up stairs to his room with his present and start talking. Matt took his shirt off, and put on his new jersey, perfect size for him to grow into. "Nice jersey, thanks a lot Anthony. How do you pronounce this guys name?" "O -- Lie -- Jew -- wan" "O -- Lie -- Jew -- wan" "I'm more of a Jordan fan, but the Olajuwon jerseys were cheaper" Anthony said. "Going for the cheap gift I see" I questioned. "No! Olajuwon is the hometown player. We don't even know who Matt likes in the NBA yet." Matt jumped in then "It's ok. Olajuwon is fine." Danny was getting tired and left to go to his room, leaving just me and the two hot boys alone for the night. We turned the TV back on, MTV again of course, but after a few minute, Matt was opening up his new CDs. "Turn the TV down; I'm going to put my new CD in." I turned the volume down and we started listening to it. Matt yawned. "Tired already Matt? Anthony asked. "I'm still getting use to the time here; I was two hours ahead, so it feels like 10:30 to me still a little." "And that wrestling match wore me out to a little" I put in. "Yeah, you should be tired from holding your breathe so much. I was dunking you all day long you weakling" Anthony was enticing me on I could tell. "Oh please, it was you and Matt against me, and then you still barely won." "I was only against you because you were groping me." Matt interjected. WHAT? Was I hearing what I think I was hearing? Matt said I was groping him? How the hell did he know? I mean it was a wrestling match after all. We were all touching each other in all kinds of place. Maybe he's talking about the time I accidentally grabbed his crotch? "I was not groping you!" I defended myself. I must have been red in the face from my sudden embarrassment. "Ahahaahaha!" Anthony busted out laughing. "You were getting all touchy-feeling on me, rubbing my chest and nipples." Oh my! I was in a rotten position. True I had done that, but it wasn't done on purpose or was in any way done for self gratification. "I was just wrestling with you, I wasn't doing anything purpose." "Come to think of it," Anthony started in, "you were putting your hands all over me too." Oh my god! They were double teaming me and I was starting to get frustrated and I'm sure I was beat red by now. I can't believe how this has turned out. "What?" I exclaimed back. By this time Matt had a very evilish grin on his face and was trying not to crack up. His lips started making hissing noises from trying to hold his laughter back. I looked at him, then back to Anthony when I noticed he had a huge grin on his face too. Then all at once, they both busted out laughing. They got me. "Oh that's so wrong!" and I jumped on top of Matt who was sitting next to me, placing him in a headlock. Matt never stopped giggling and soon Anthony had jumped on top of me, grabbing me around the neck with his hands, and another bed wrestling match ensued. We got to the point where each of us was attempting to cause physical pain to one another, seeing who would surrender first. The pain I was receiving in my right shoulder was intense. Anthony had me in some sort of hold where my shoulder was cranked backwards in a ways, and my other arm was still holding down and around Matt's neck and my hand was right up inside his right armpit. Even through this pain, my mind was instantly teleported to the feeling of his bare armpit, all smooth and warm, and I didn't want to compromise this position by surrendering at this time. The more we struggled, the hotter we got and I could feel the dampness between us, and the dampness of his armpit didn't go unnoticed. I started to feel a bit hot myself, and not just temperature wise. I started to get firm and I was now worried. I had to surrender or take the risk of being discovered hard. My crotch area was squished between Anthony on top of me, and Matt underneath, up against the small of his back. I had to act fast, so I blurted out "I give, I give!" and Anthony let go and rolled off next to me. I regrettably remove my arm and hand from around Matt and his armpit. We all laid there panting a little. I reached up for my nose with my "armpit" hand and pretended to sniffle, but I did it to get a good sniff of my hand, to get a whiff of what Matt's armpit must have smelled like. It was a slightly sweating musky smell. I could tell he hadn't used any deodorant since the day's activities. It was very nice. I wanted to just lean over right there and get another long whiff of his underarm. But that would be too obvious. It would disgust both of them I'm sure. Why would anyone want to inhale the aroma of a young teenage boy's armpit? I laid there, my mind spinning from that thought. Why would anyone want to inhale the aroma of a young teenage boy's armpit? It was hawt to me. But when I got thinking about, it sounded very disgusting, but I was not disgusted at all, rather turned on. "As usual, I win." Anthony claimed. "Oh please. I was sandwiched again by ya'll two." "That's twice in one day." "Well, how about next time I take you and Matt on in a game of b-ball? Then we'll see who wins." I knew that was a match up I could win. Just then the song on the CD changed and Matt perked up. "Oh man this is my favorite." He jumped up and made some dancing type motion on over to the CD player and turned the volume up a bit, but not too loud as to bother his parents. Wasn't too much of a problem was his parents room was downstairs on the other side of the house. "Yes, this is their best song." Anthony said. We all just listened for a few minutes. I got up from the bed and fumbled through my overnight bag. I went to the bathroom and gargled some mouthwash and took a piss. I returned and grabbed my sleeping back and unfolded it between the TV and Matt's bed. Anthony got up and grabbed his sleeping bag as well, but Matt spoke up. "What are you two doing? Just sleep in my bed. It is big enough for us all." "Ok" I said, but then I realized I sounded too eager. Anthony asked "isn't that a bit too weird?" Matt replied "Why? We wrestle and touch all over each other there. How would this be any different? My bed is huge and plenty of room for three." I was just happy they asked these questions instead of asking me why I was so eager to jump in bed with Matt. "I don't know" Anthony answered. "I don't have cooties." Matt remarked. "Neither do I" I quickly added. A moment of silence; Anthony seemed a bit reluctant. Matt finally said "It's better then sleeping on the hard floor" and that was all the convincing Anthony needed. "Ok sure, but I get the outside in case I feel uncomfortable." That settled that. Matt had been able to do what I have always been too gutless to do -- get Anthony to share a bed to sleep in for the night. None of us were ready to hit the sack yet, but were just preparing for a long night of chit-chat while lying in bed. It was only about 10:30 by this time, so sleep is still a few hours off. "I have an idea" Matt proposed. "What?" Both Anthony and I practically said at the same time. "How about we play some card game, and the loser sleeps in the middle and the winner gets to pick where he wants to sleep." We both thought for a moment and agreed. "What game do you know how to play?" Matt asked as he grabbed a deck from his desk drawer. "Rummy" I said. We play that together sometimes. "Rummy it is" Matt claimed. Something didn't feel right. He agreed to that awfully fast. Does he know how to play rummy? "You know how to play Matt?" "Yes of course, why else would I agree?" "Ok." Matt said "here Will, you deal." "Ok" I grabbed the cards and shuffled a tad bit more. I thought I'd be a good idea to explain the rules for winning and losing so I started to speak. "Ok, first person to reach 500 points wins, and when that person reaches 500 points, the one with the least amount of points is the loser, and must sleep in a man-sandwich." We all giggled at that descriptive comment of what the loser was facing tonight. I dealt each person 7 cards and we started. First hand was kind of quick. I went out rather quickly, putting me up 95 points to Anthony's 55 and Matt had eaten 25. Second hand, Anthony dealt and the hand was a long drawn out battle. No one able to go out and ending in a stale, I scored 145, Matt 135 and Anthony. By the end of the 5th hand, I was leading with 345 points, Anthony was a close 2nd with 290 and Matt wasn't doing all that well, eating points on several occasions, and was in a long shot 3rd place with 165 points. The 6th hand I got a lot of good luck and good cards, getting all 4 aces and blowing both Anthony and Matt out scoring 210 points, breaking 500 easily. Anthony ended up in 2nd and Matt a dismal last with 145 points. After my gloating and boating, I said I choose the outside, leaving Anthony to sleep against the wall and Matt squished in a man-sandwich. Only a few minutes later did I come to a realization. It almost seemed to me that Matt didn't really know how to play rummy properly. Maybe he was use to a different style or a different kind of rummy with different rules. Matt left for a minute, I suspect to use the bathroom and I took my shirt and socks off, preparing for bed. When we were all in the room, Matt flipped the light off, leaving the TV as the only source of light and we all stripped down to our undies and hopped in bed. I could feel the warmth of Matt next to me. His arm and leg brushing up against mine, sending some chills down my spine. Just as Matt had said, there was plenty of room. I had no problem moving about and adjusting myself to my comforts without hitting Matt upside the head. "I told you there was plenty of room" Matt pointed out, almost proud of himself for proving himself correct. "Yeah, sure seems as though there's plenty" I said. "Just no farting" Anthony jumped in. That got us all giggling. After a few moments of silence and just watching MTV, I decided to say something. "Well, happy birthday Matt. You're now officially a teenager, welcome to the wonderful years of crazy teen chaos." "Thanks. I don't feel any different though." We laughed. "Of course not. You aren't actually any different. Its just that life is suppose to get more complicated as a teenager. " "I know." Matt said. He looked at me when he said that, and only then did I realize I was staring at him with a smile on my face. I turned my head quickly to look back at the TV. "I had a lot of fun today. We need to do this more often" I requested almost. "Sure" Anthony chimed in. Matt just nodded his head. Just then Matt perked up. "Oh crap, forgot something." He jumped up from between us and ran off the end of the bed. I had noticed he was wearing shorts, and not stripped down to his boxers. This caught my attention because if made me feel a bit weird. Maybe Matt didn't intend for use to sleep together in our boxers and I just assumed wrongly. On the way out the door, he flipped the light on. I wondered if Anthony was in his boxers or shorts like Matt. It would be complexly embarrassing to be caught as the only one who wore his boxers to bed with two other boys. I had to find out. I turned slightly as to pretend to want to talk to Anthony. The covers had been ripped pretty far down when Matt jump up and off the end of the bed. Oh good! Anthony was also in his boxers. That was a relief. And then I noticed something on his right side down by his boxer rims. He had a scar! A scar! A scar! He had a scar and it was running down beneath the rim of his boxers! Holy crap he had a scar. I thought I had imagined that whole episode months ago. Wow that's amazing. I felt almost relieved and hard at the same time. My little risk I took was indeed a risk and not a fantasy. This was very interesting turn of events. I looked up at Anthony who was just staring at me. Oops...he busted me staring at him, at his scar. "Where'd you get that scar from?" I asked hoping to avoid more embarrassment. "It is a birthmark. You are born with them." "Oh yeah, that makes sense" and we giggled together. "What do you suppose Matt forgot?" "Dunno" "So since today is Matt's birthday that makes you the youngest here." "Yup, I'm the youngest and should be pampered as such" Anthony retaliated. "Well if you want us to treat you as a baby that can be arranged." "Baby? Who's the one who lost twice to me today? Wouldn't that mean you lost twice to a baby?" I laughed sarcastically as Matt re-entered the room "Hey, sorry about that guys. I needed to take my pills." Pills? Interesting, I didn't know he took pills. Wonder what kind of pills. I wasn't about to ask him either. We talked briefly until we were all really tired, and it was after midnight by now. Matt said he was going to bed and turned the TV off. I closed my eyes and tried to go to bed; thoughts of Matt's half-naked boy brushing up against me occasionally kept my mind flowing, disabling any sleeping ability. I tried miserably to clear my mind of everything, but was unable. I tossed and turned, figuratively and occasionally literally, trying to fall asleep. I finally opened my eyes and glanced at Matt and Anthony. I looked at the clock. It was after one in the morning. Anthony would be in a deep sleep like normal and Matt, I don't know. I keep looking at him and was shocked when he whispered. ***************************************************************************** Questions and/or Comments? wcordova98@yahoo.com New Chapters every weekend