Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2016 10:30:00 -0500
From: Dominic King <stories.by.dominic@gmail.com>
Subject: Big Brother - Part 2

Hello all! Thanks for all the great comments on chapter one! I hope you
enjoyed it and believe me, there is much more fun to come between Jackson
and Matt. And while you're here, please consider donating to Nifty.org, to
help keep this site alive and strong.

Please note that this story is pure fiction, and I would NEVER condone sex
with a minor.

CHAPTER 2

At that very moment, the phone began to ring, and I knew it startled Matt,
and it definitely did me. I was torn from my world of hormones and
intimacy, and to my disappointment, Matt quickly put his hand back on his
leg, as if he had just been repositioning his arm. I let the phone ring a
couple of more times, before realizing that the magic was over. I stood up
to go answer it. It was Matt's mom telling me that she had the opportunity
to pull a double shift, and so  wouldn't be home until midnight. She asked
if I would mind watching Matt for that long. I said that it would be my
pleasure since it would give us more time to get to know each other. She
seemed thrilled that I was into the idea of making friends with her son. At
that moment, a thought popped into my head. An incredibly devious plan that
I still can't believe I got away with. I asked her if, since it would be so
late when she got home if Matt could just spend the night and I would
return him in the morning. I was expecting her to say no, but she was
delighted that I made the suggestion. She was making it so easy for me to
take advantage of her son. Not that I was going to do that. I knew I
shouldn't, and told myself in the back of my mind that I couldn't actually
make any moves on the boy, and that whatever happened would have to be
initiated by him. But from what had just happened on the couch, I knew he
was curious and willing.

I ended the conversation with Matt's mom, and went back to the couch, where
Matt had been listening to our conversation intently.
  "So, I'm staying overnight?" he asked, the smallest hint of excitement in
his voice.
  "Yeah, it just makes more sense. I don't want to be driving you home
after midnight, especially since I was up so early this morning."
  "Yeah." Matt said simply, and stood up from the couch. My heart sank
slightly, but it didn't show. "So, what should we do now?" Matt asked,
stretching his long slender arms behind his head, in the process, pulling
the material of his t-shirt even tighter across his flat chest and stomach,
and lifting the hem ever so slightly so I could see an inch or so of his
pale tummy. He was utterly beautiful. His curly mess of hair framing his
delightfully cute round face, his glasses placed loosely on his button
nose, making him look older and more mature than he was. His square,
masculine torso was so trim and fit, and his legs protruding from his
shorts were slightly golden tanned and completely smooth.
  "Umm," I said, casting around for something to say, because I was in a
fog. I was just staring at him, not really thinking at all, just admiring
his perfect form. "Want to eat lunch? I'm getting kind of hungry," I said.
  "Yeah, where should we go?" he asked, nervously shifting from one foot to
the other, in a cutely captivating way. I had not planned on going out to
eat. I didn't really want to leave the apartment, because there was no hope
of anything developing between us sexually if we went out, but I didn't
want to blow my cover, so I just shrugged and decided to suggest we order
pizza. That way, we could stay at home.
  "Hmm," he said, touching his chin as he thought. "I don't really like
pizza. Is there a McDonald's around here?"
  "Yeah, there's one right down the street. Is that where you want to go?"
  "Yeah, I like McDonald's," he said, walking toward the door. I supposed
that meant he was ready to go. I grabbed my wallet and keys and we were out
the door, my penis sadly limp in my pants.

We ate, and had a nice conversation about Star Wars theories while we were
there. It wasn't long before Matt was starting to open up to me. We
actually had a lot in common. I started to realize he was definitely a
nerd, but I was pretty nerdy myself. He liked chess and Star Wars, and knew
a ton about technology. He was really smart too. We talked about science a
lot that day, and theories about what might be out there in the universe.
He found space just as cool as I did, and we really started making a
connection. After we ate, we decided to go bowling at the alley across from
McDonald's. I just wanted to do things that would get him to be more
comfortable. Bowling is one of those things that brings people together and
loosen inhibitions and breaks the ice. I remember how our church always
used to have bowling outings with the youth so we would get to know each
other and feel comfortable around each other. I made a lot of good friends
while bowling. And today, it looked like I was making another. Matt wasn't
a good bowler, but then again, I wasn't either, but that wasn't the point.
The point was to spend time together and have some excuse to laugh and be
silly. We left the bowling alley with smiles on our faces, making fun of
each others gutter balls, and missed spares.

After that, we decided to go to the nearby park and walk along the forest
trail. It was beautiful, and I was walking along with a boy who was just as
beautiful. I don't know if he sensed any of my feelings toward him, since I
was trying to keep it secret. Although, I did notice at least several times
during our day out that he had been checking me out. I don't know if it was
just the curiosity of a boy entering puberty, or if maybe, just maybe, he
was sexually attracted to me. Every time I caught him looking, I pretended
I hadn't noticed. I secretly wanted him to stare. I wanted so badly for him
to see my penis in all it's glory. I wanted him to feel it. There was
something incredibly erotic about sharing that kind of intimacy with
another guy. I had been an only child growing up, and never had the
opportunity for that type of closeness with another male. It was something
I needed. And I think Matt needed it too. We were good for each other, and
I had no idea at the time, but I was falling in love with Matt.

We romped around the town, doing various things and seeing the sights, and
later, going to get ice cream at Dairy Queen since it was a pretty hot day.
We returned to my apartment around 7pm. I remembered that I had been
reluctant to leave for lunch, but now, after getting to know Matt, and
having him begin to open up with me, I was very glad we had went out. When
we went into the apartment, we were hit with a wave of hot air. I instantly
remembered that I had forgotten to turn the air back on that morning after
Matt had complained of being cold.
  "Oh man," I said, stepping over to the thermostat to flip the air back
on. "Sorry it's so hot in here, I forgot about turning the air off this
morning. It'll take a while to start cooling off in here." I was then
struck with an idea. An idea that sent shivers down my spine even in the
dense heat of the apartment. I decided that I would take my shirt off. It
was perhaps the only excuse I would have of letting Matt see my naked
flesh. My hands trembled slightly as I formulated my next words.
  "There is something we can do right now, though, to cool off, I mean," I
said, in a nonchalant way.
  "What's that?" He asked, looking at me curiously.
  "Well, I don't know about you," I said, my heart pounding in my chest,
"but I'm going to take off some of my clothes. It's just too hot in here."
And with that, I started pulling my shirt off over my head, a bit slower
than I normally would have done. We were both standing in the middle of the
room, and Matt was just watching me, looking a bit uncomfortable. I stood
there, my naked torso on display for Matt to examine.
  "I think I'm good," he said, as he sat down on the couch facing me,
looking at the TV, even though it wasn't on. I felt my heart sink, a
feeling of deep disappointment. I was hoping for a chance to see Matt's
naked torso again, but he seemed like he was just too shy. What Matt said
next shocked me a bit.
  "But I don't mind if you want to take your pants off too, I know it's
really hot in here." Matt said, his eyes darting toward me, first meeting
my gaze, and then doing a quick scan of my whole body. My heart skipped a
beat, and I started getting excited again. So he really was interested in
my body. Anyone could have seen through that suggestion as a way to get
more of me exposed for him. I knew the boy was young and curious. He
probably just wanted to see how he was doing development-wise, and wanted
to see what he might look like in a few years. I couldn't blame him for
that. I decided that even though it was risky, and I hand't at all planned
on going this far, I was going to let Matt see more of my naked body.
  "Yeah," I said, a smile on my face, "I think that's a good idea."

I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them while kicking off my shoes.
And then, even slower, I pushed them down to my ankles, and stepped out of
them in a seductive way, flinging them aside with my now sock-clad foot.
Matt was looking around the room, pretending to be interested in the
apartment, but I knew this was all an act. He had been here all morning,
and had plenty of opportunity to see it. I knew he was really letting his
eyes brush over me every time he moved his gaze around the room. He was too
shy or too polite to openly stare, but I wished he would have. I asked what
we should watch on TV, to which he just replied with an "I dunno" noise.
That kind of melodic noise some people make that goes up and down when they
shrug their shoulders. I could tell he was preoccupied, and couldn't spare
the brain power to come up with a response. I then went over to the cable
box to turn it on, but I really had no interest in watching TV at the
moment. I wanted to let him see me. I had my back to him now, and I bent
down and got on my hands and knees to pretend I was adjusting something on
the cable box. I had my legs spread apart so my ass and hanging balls would
be clearly visible through my underwear from behind me on the couch where
Matt sat. I could see his reflection in the glass of the TV, and his eyes
were as big as could be as he stared right at my exposed crotch and butt. I
pretended to be looking for the remote on the bottom shelf, and bent my
head way down, jutting my ass high into the air and back toward Matt in the
process. My underwear was tight to begin with, but now I knew that it must
have left nothing to the imagination to anyone viewing me from behind. I
saw in the reflection that Matt was still goggling at me when I stood up,
knowing that I couldn't pretend to be looking any longer, since I had been
in that position for a good 45 seconds already. I turned around toward
Matt, and his eyes were already looking away, toward his hands as he idly
twiddled his thumbs. He had no idea that I had seem him looking.

By this time, my dick was as hard as could be, and my underwear were pulled
to the ripping point. I didn't bother covering up at all though, since I
was hoping Matt would see.
  "Have you seen the remote," I asked, now standing only about six feet
away from Matt.
  "Yeah," He said, in an "I-can't-believe-you-didn't-know" kind of voice.
"It's right over th—" He came shuddering to a halt in the middle of his
sentence when he looked up from his hands and saw my dick, almost ripping a
hole in my tight boxer-briefs. He cleared his throat, regaining his
composer almost instantly and said "It's over there on the table." As I
went over to the table to pick up the remote, Matt's shy, almost inaudible
voice said something that shocked me again.
  "You know, it is REALLY hot in here."
  "Yeah, I know. So?" I responded, turning around to face him again. His
gaze dropped immediately to his legs again as he continued in almost a
whisper.
  "Well, I'm just saying... if you wanted to take your... your underwear off
too, I wouldn't mind. I just know you're used to it being a lot colder in
here, so you must be really hot." I was silent for a second, trying to
process what this beautiful boy was suggesting. Did he really just say I
could get completely naked? The next words came tumbling out of my mouth
before I even knew what I was saying.
  "You're just saying that 'cause you wanna see my cock, don't you Matt?"
  "No!" Matt shot back, a little too defiantly. "That's gay!"
  "Oh, come on, Matt!" I said, a wide smile on my face. "I saw your phone
on your bed, and what you had been watching. You left it on. You were
watching gay porn, weren't you?" I immediately regretted saying this,
because Matt got this stunned, hurt look on his face. I even saw terror in
his eyes as he stared at me, his mouth open wide. It obviously came as a
real shock to him that I had seen porn on his phone. He thought that no one
knew about his secret. With that, I saw tears start streaming down Matt's
face. He did a few sharp intakes of breath like a little kid does when they
are trying not to cry. What happened next I had no way of expecting, nor
preparing for. He buried his face in his hands and broke down all together.
He was now sobbing uncontrollably into his hand, tears streaming through
his fingers and down his arms, wetting his jeans just above his knees. He
was making great shuddering intakes of breath, and was becoming utterly
hysteric sounding.
  "I'm... soooooo...so...sorrrrry!" He stammered through the tears. "I know... I...
shouldn't have... have watched it!" He broke down and sobbed like I had never
heard before. I didn't know what to do, but all I could think was to
comfort him. I knew I had really upset him. I went over to the couch, and
sat down beside him, and wrapped my arms around his body, and hugged him
close. I laid my head on his soft hair, and whispered "It's okay." And with
that, he totally lost control. He began an almost incoherent, non stop
stream of words, as he started bearing his soul to me, spilling all his
deepest secrets, as if he had been dying to tell someone this for years and
years. I couldn't understand everything he said, but I could get the gist
of most if it. He had apparently known he was gay since he was 7 years old,
and had always wanted to see another boy naked. He told me through
uncontrollable tears that once at a family reunion, he had taken his 4 year
old cousin to the bathroom, and taken down his pants and underwear and
touched his penis, and then proceeded to take the younger boy's hand and
force it into his own pants to make him feel his own penis and balls. He
told me the young boy didn't understand, and afterward, he felt so guilty
about it. He continued through waterfalls of tears that at school he would
always try to see other boys' penises in the bathrooms, and even asked one
boy to touch his penis, to which the other boy said no, and threatened to
tell the principal. Also about how he couldn't stop masturbating and
thinking of other boys at school. He would spend hours jerking off in bed
watching porn on his phone, and would shoot cum all over the place, and not
even bother to clean up (so, that explained the cum stains on his bed!). He
continued about how he felt like a weirdo, a social outcast, like he was
dirty and his life was a total wreck and that he sometimes wished he hadn't
ever been born. All of this came spilling out along with bucketfuls of
tears and great sobbing.

I had to stop him there, since I couldn't let him go on thinking like that,
that he was dirty and worthless. I reached up with one hand and slowly ran
it through his hair while I held him tight with the other arm, my head
still resting against the top of his head.
  "Oh, Matt." I said, then slowly turned my head and gave him a gentle kiss
on his soft sweet smelling hair. "Don't EVER say that. You're perfect the
way you are. You're kind, sweet, funny, and very handsome. I wouldn't want
you to ever change."
  "But I'm gay!" he cried out, amidst a fresh volley of tears and sobs. "It
feels so wrong! I just want to be normal, like you!"
  "Oh, Matt!" I was almost crying now too. This sweet, sweet boy was
totally bearing his soul to me, telling me things he had never told anyone
else. I felt closer to him than I had ever felt to anyone. "Do you want to
know a secret?"
  "Uhh-huh" he sniffled, nodding his head slightly. I took the hand that I
had been using to stroke his hair, and began gently rubbing his chest
through his t-shirt, while still hugging him with the other.
  "You know, I like boys too." There was a moment's silence.  The Matt
spoke, his sobs subsiding.
  "You do? So you're gay, too?"
  "Well, I'm not exactly gay, but bisexual. That means I like both boys and
girls."
  "Oh," said Matt, now leaning into my chest as I continued to rub his.
  "But Matt," I said. "There's nothing abnormal about being bi, or even
gay. That's just who you are. You're still human, you still have feelings.
The only difference is that you like boys instead of girls. That's it!
Other than that, you're exactly the same as someone who is `straight'. It's
nothing to be ashamed about. There are tons of gay people everywhere, all
over the world. It just seems like it's weird, because sometimes people
still can't get used the idea of people being gay or bi, or lesbian, so
they make you feel guilty about it. I bet there are a lot of other gay boys
at your school just like you. They are afraid to tell because of the
ridicule they might get, so they stay in the closet."
  "Huh?" asked Matt.
  "'In the closet' means you're gay, but no one knows, because you keep it
secret. If all the boys who were really gay at your school came out of the
closet, you'd see how `normal' it really is. It just seems not normal
because you don't know of many gay people."
  "Hmm," Matt said thoughtfully. "So, maybe I'm not so weird after all!"
  "If you ask me, you're perfect!" I said, tilting his head up and kissing
him on the forehead.
  "Remember before how you said I was handsome?" asked Matt.
  "Yeah," I said.
  "Did you really mean that?"
  "Of course I did! You're a really cute young man!"
  "So," said Matt, slowly. "Does that mean that you think I'm sexy, since
you said you're bi?"
  "I think you're fuckin' hot as hell!" I said, rubbing my hand even lower
on his torso. Matt gasped at my language, and then looked up at me with a
sly grin on his face.
  "Well then maybe," he said, his grin widening, seemingly emboldened by my
use of profanity, "since it IS so hot in here, maybe I should take off some
of my FUCKING clothes!"

THIS IS THE END OF PART 2. I'd love to hear what you thought of the story
so far. Please email stories.by.dominic@gmail.com.
More to come in part 3.