Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2005 18:15:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Five

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.

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Chapter Five: Silent Night


"Hey, you still awake too?"

"Yeah, I can't sleep for some reason" I lied.  I knew exactly why I
couldn't sleep.

"Is it because you grabbed my dick in the pool?"

What?  Did he just ask me that?  I didn't know if he cared or even
realized.  "No."

"Oh" was all he said and a moment of silence took over. "That's too bad."

"What?" I was somewhat shocked.

"It felt good, you grabbing my dick."

I was silent.

"I mean, it felt interesting."  Matt seemed to be back tracking.

I was just looking at him, our faces no further then a foot apart.  I could
make out his face, as there was enough moonlight coming through the window.
He must have taken my silence as a rejection.

"I'm sorry, never mind."

"No. Don't be sorry. It's ok.  It was just an accident.  I was just trying
to not get dunked by Anthony.  I just grabbed whatever my hand ran into."

"Ok" he replied.  His eyes dropped from mine.  I felt a bit strange.
Almost as though he was admiring me, making me feel like he was admiring an
older brother, or me comforting a younger brother.  But brother wasn't a
good relationship to make it out to be.

"Let's just try and get some sleep."  I watch him as he adjusted back to a
sleeping position and close his eyes.  I closed my eyes and my head for
some mysterious reason, was clear.

I awoke the next morning a bit dazed.  Realizing where I was, a smile broke
across my face.  I knew I was happy where I was and it was a victory in my
head.  Then I realized that there was a hand lying on my stomach.  I raised
the covers and looked down.  The hand was attached to Matt, but of course,
who else.  I reach with my right hand and placed it on top of his and
rubbed gently.  No response from Matt.  I reached further to his upper arm
and shoulder and shook him gently.  He was lying sideways facing me, he
face inches from my shoulder.  He had a very peaceful look, one of
innocence and content.  I couldn't help but smile and admire the great
looking face he was blessed with.  I shook his shoulder a little bit more.
Matt grumbled lightly and started to wake.  His eyes slit open.

"Good morning" I whispered with a soft grin.

"Mmmm.  Morning Will" was his reply.

I moved my hand back to on top of his and squeezed slightly, giving it a
light rub.  "You remember what we talked about last night?"

His eyes widened.  A look of confusion and then guilt covered his face.
His eyes lowered, almost in embarrassment.  "Yes."

"Remember what I said?"

"Yeah.  You said it was ok."

"Yes I did, so why are you embarrassed?"

"I don't know.  I feel weird now."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"I've only known you for a few months, and you're a great friend.  I've
known Anthony for about four years and me and him share a lot; sometimes
too much. We have done lots of really embarrassing things together, and to
each other.  So no matter what you do, or what you say, it won't bother me
in the least bit.  Besides, it can't be any worse then some of the things
me and him have done."  "I never had a lot of friends back home.  I usually
kept to myself and I am just so happy that I made friends so fast here.  I
thought it was going to be miserable here."

I giggled at that.  "Awe, it is definitely not like that here.  You're cool
and no one can tell you otherwise."

"Thanks" and he leaned into me with his face and placed his head on my
shoulder.  I leaned my head over and rested my cheek on the top of his
head, keeping my hand on his, enjoying the moment.  I drifted back off to
sleep and woke a few hours later.  Matt was staring back at me from just
about the same position he was earlier.  I looked over and Anthony was on
his back, hands behind his head looking up at the ceiling.

"Good morning fellas."

"Morning" Anthony replied and Matt jerked back into his regular position,
scared to be caught half snuggled up with me.

"I slept like a baby, much better then the floor I must say."

Anthony grunted in compliance and Matt jumped in saying how he told us so.
I sat up and yawned.  I stood up and walked over to my bag.  Matt rolled
out of bed next and headed for the door.  Anthony rolled over also but sat
on the edge of the bed.  I grabbed some shorts and slipped them on.  I sat
in the desk chair and looked over at Anthony.  The front of his boxers is
in teepee formation.  I giggled.

"What?" he questioned.

"You got a raging hard on."

"Yup I know.  It has a mind of its own."

I nodded in agreement. "No shit.  Always at the least expected times too."

I yawned again, making Anthony yawn back.  Yawns are contagious that's for
sure.  "Think I'm gonna take a shower" I said as I was sniffing my pits,
noticing a raunchy aroma.  I grabbed my bag and headed toward the bathroom.
I walked in, leaving the door cracked open and turned the water on, nice
and hot.  I stripped down and stepped in.  That water felt so good.  I
washed myself up good and stayed in the shower a bit longer then normal,
fondling myself.  I lifted my armpit, taking notice to the few strands of
hair I had there.  Thinking to myself, of what my two friends armpits look
like -- completely hairless.  Then I looked over my legs; hair was creeping
up them too.  What is with my fascination with hair, or lack there of.  I
didn't have an answer for myself.  All I knew was I liked to look at the
boys that didn't have hair rather then the ones that were sprouting.

I finished my shower and was drying off when I heard a knock on the door.
"You done in there yet" I heard from outside -- sounded like it was
Anthony.

"Yes, just give me a second."  I pulled on my boxers and shorts quickly as
I knew the door was cracked.  I opened the door to let the bathroom
de-steam and I wiped the mirror of the condensation. I quickly brushed my
teeth and walked out. "It's all ours."


I walked back to Matt's room, got dressed and headed down stairs.  Matt was
in the kitchen fixing up some cereal with the TV on -- some cartoon I
didn't recognize.  "Hey, any more of that?"

"Yeah, in the cupboard over there" as he pointed in the direction.  "Bowls
are right there, spoons are in this draw and milk is in the fridge; just
get whatever you want."

I grabbed some cereal and sat next to him eating.  Matt was still in the
same shorts he worn to bed.  Anthony came down about five minutes later,
his shower much shorter then mine.  He grabbed the same stuff and started
eating too.  Matt helped himself to seconds and eventually thirds.  We all
sat there watching the cartoon that was showing on TV.

"I thought your parents said your sister would be here to watch us?" I
inquired.

"She is.  She is sleeping and won't be up for hours.  She's always out late
partying or something.  She's 17 now.  Mom lets her get away with so much
now."

"So we have the run of the house until then" Anthony blurted out.  We all
laughed.  "How about we go test out your new basketball before it gets too
hot, then we can check out your pool again, make sure it hasn't been
poisoned."  That got some giggles from Matt and I.

"Sure, sounds great."

And when we finished up, we were off down the road to the courts.  This
early in the morning, there wasn't anyone around.  Matt was wearing another
tank top.  He has grown to really like tank-tops.  I suppose the heat is a
lot for him, causing him to want to wear the coolest clothes possible.  It
didn't bother me any at all because it gave me plenty of good quality looks
at his upper body and underarms.

We played a game of horse in which I won easily.  Matt was still too new to
basketball to really make much competition.  Then we played a few games of
around the world and then just shot around and fooled around in general.
Once I even tackled Anthony for being a dumbass.  We sat on the bench a bit
tired.  We got tired quicker then normal because it was still before noon
and we were up late last night.  I believe Matt's new basketball pass the
test without a problem.  I am not too sure how he really liked basketball.
I believe he liked just playing games with us, having a friendship that
meant something more then a game.

"Ok, I think its time we test that pool of yours again Matt." I said.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Anthony yelled and was off running at full
speed before either of us could react.  Anthony was way ahead of us and I
was surprised that Matt could keep up with me.  He was only a few
leg-lengths behind me the whole time.  We saw Anthony reach the front door,
open and slammed it behind him.  When Matt and I reached the front door, we
briefly fought over the right to get in first, Matt winning out by catching
me off balance and using his leverage against the side door frame to
squeeze in.  As we approached the back sliding door, we saw Anthony getting
ready to dive in.

Both Matt and I soon repeated the same process and jumped in after him.
Matt beat me easily because he could slip his shoes off fast, I require
untying.  The water felt great.  It was crisp and cool after our short
stint of basketball and our mini-marathon back home.

We wrestled and played around -- rough housing around.  We never saw Matt's
sister the whole time.  I rather enjoyed it because wet shorts tend to
reveal quite a bit.  Though it wasn't as great as I would have liked it to
be.

We were out by 1, when we went in changed and had lunch.  Anthony's mom
picked us up at three and that was it for the party.  It was quite a party.
In the matter of 2 days, I had seen more of Matt then the previous 2
months.  And then there was the conversation in bed.  Did he really say
what I thought he said?  I know its confusing to me, that's for sure.  And
it's probably just as confusing to him.  I'm sure he didn't intend to
reveal so much of his emotions to me.  His look -- and the way he looked at
me, in the eyes actually spoke more then those few soft words.

If I'm not mistaken, I think Matt enjoyed the closeness and sexual
innuendo.  He dropped his pants in front of me, exposing his cheeks to me.
It was his idea to share his bed with me and Anthony.  He half-snuggled up
with me at night, resting his arm on my stomach, and he didn't pull back
when I drew him closer to me.

That night and following morning was a blast, one we would not get to
repeat again this summer.  Matt flew back to Canada to visit his
grandparents when one of them had heart problems of some sort.  He was gone
for about two weeks, and when he finally got back, school was gonna be
starting the following Monday.  8th grade was just about here and we were
all excited about being at the top of the food chain at Watkins Jr. High,
but not that excited -- it was still school nonetheless.  Anthony said he
was considering trying out for the boy's basketball team.  I didn't really
know what to say about that, as I always seemed better then him -- I
usually always beat him at horse and one on one.  Maybe it was his way to
attempt to get better then me.

My little brother would be joining me there also as a 6th grader.  It
wasn't all too bad I suppose.  My older brother got his permit and was
starting to drive occasionally, whenever he could get an opportunity.  This
sort of excited me, got me thinking of my own freedom in the near future.

8th grade was gonna be fun for me.  I relished the power, as if being in
the 8th grade was going to provide me with that luxury.  I was not popular
enough to be granted that status, and neither was Anthony nor Matt.  I was
hoping that at least I would get a class or two with them.  It'd be a total
bummer to not share a single class.  And worst yet, not share lunch.  There
is always the odd ball chance we wouldn't.  Most eighth graders got 3rd
lunch, but that all really depended on what your 4th period was.  Anything
was possible, which is why I was nervous -- the not knowing the unknown.


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I'll be gone next weekend...So I'll send in Chatper Six on Wednesday night
before I leave town...

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