Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2010 07:39:00 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 4

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Chapter Four - The YMCA

Matt's Story

It's Saturday and Blake and I are getting together again. The plan is kinda
to do the "usual"; go to the mall, hit the arcade there and maybe do a
movie. I think we may hit the YMCA as well. I told him to bring workout
clothes and a bathing suit over because he has been bugging me to teach him
how to lift for football. He wants to be a linebacker like I was.

Norma dropped Blake off at my place a little after 10AM and said she and
Jack were going down to Denver for the day and wanted to know if it would
be ok if I kept Blake through dinner. I told her it was no problem. We
could order pizza and watch movies at my place until they got back.

We went to the Frontier Mall and goofed off there for a while looking at
sports stuff in a couple of stores and then went Chik-Fil-A around 11:30 to
get a quick bite before we went to Game On for some Internet gaming. We
killed an hour there without even realizing it. Time flies so fast on the
Internet!

Blake looked at me, rolled his eyes and said, "Gawd, am I boooored. I need
to burn some energy. Can we go to the Y now?"

"Sure", was my grinning response, "I can use a good workout too!"

We got to the YMCA around 1:30 and it was starting to snow a little, we
pulled our gear out of my truck and headed for the locker room. It was
funny, I had already seen Blake naked dozens of times at school as part of
my duties, but I had never really focused on his body before since he was
one of so many other guys. He was already a rather well developed young man
with good muscle definition packed onto his 5'6" frame. He had his back to
me as he stripped naked. His back muscles rippled and his glutes flexed as
he stepped into his jockeys. For the first time I felt a strange twinge of
attraction to him physically. I had always known he was cute and well
built, but this was the first time anything beyond a casual acknowledgement
of that had hit me. I felt a slight plumping in my groin. Damn! What was
that all about? I'd have to careful as I changed from my boxers to jockeys
that Blake didn't notice. He sat on the bench to put on his shoes and I saw
him checking me out. Nothing unusual in that as most guys are curious as to
what other guys are packing and this was the first time he had seen me
naked. If he noticed I was slightly tumescent he didn't betray it.

"What do you want to do first?" he asked, jarring me from my thoughts.

"Well you look pretty well stacked already. What do you want to work on?

He blushed at the compliment and replied, "I want to be a great linebacker
so I better work on my chest and biceps."

"If you want to be a great linebacker Blake you better work on your legs
and butt first, your back and shoulders second and your arms and chest
last"

"Really? The guys from the high school do curls and bench press until they
drop."

"Haha and that is why Sheridan beat Cheyenne Central 42-14 my senior
year. Their linebackers couldn't tackle right. They kept trying to arm
tackle and pull people down. Tackling and great hits come from the legs and
butt. You explode up through the ball carrier using those muscles, the arms
just wrap, but your lower body does all the real work"

"Well ok then" he grinned, "Gimme buns of steel and legs of iron!"

"Eh, I think we'll start with buns of tin foil, legs of aluminum and work
our way up."

"Ow!" I winced, as he punched me in the arm and giggled.

We started on the leg curl and knee extension machine. I was transfixed by
how defined his butt muscles looked as he did the curls. I had to
consciously restrain myself from reaching out and feeling how tight and
firm they were. When he flipped over to do the knee extensions, I was
equally impressed by the tone of his smooth thighs and how his sartorius
stood up as it wrapped around next to his knee-cap. He wasn't lifting
nearly as much as I was, but it was far more than when I was his age.

We moved to the hip abductor and hip adductor. I was amazed on the adductor
at how flexible he was and how far out he could start before pulling his
legs together. I was also oddly turned on by being able to look up his
shorts at his tightey whiteys and see the outlines of his manhood. What was
I thinking about?! Blake was 14 and a BOY! He was also my charge, student
and his parents trusted me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" said Blake, pulling me back into reality.

"I was thinking about your smooth, creamy thighs Miss. Do you have to shave
them to get that smooth or do you use Nair?" I quickly shot.

"Hey, at least they aren't the hairy ape legs you have. Has the Smithsonian
called yet asking you to pose for the Missing Link pictures?" was his
comeback

I did my best pouty face and whimpered. "Do you really think I'm too
hairy?"

Blake blanched and stammered "Umm, nnno, I was...."

"GOT YA dufe!" I laughed.

His face went from white to pink and he laughed too. "Damn you are good. I
have to be careful trading jabs."

"So honestly I was thinking about how flexible you are on the adductor. You
never want to lose that flexibility no matter how big you get. That is what
is going to help keep you from getting injured in football when you get
hit, being able to bend and flex. We will do some football stretches some
when we get done here".

Next up on the lifting circuit were the calf lifts and hip sled. Blake held
his own on the calf lifts, but the hip sled was his weakest element so far.

"Dude, this is the machine (hip sled) that will make you all state at
linebacker and popular with the ladies. You'll get those buns of steel and
then some. When you come out of your stance and push up through a skinny
running back, they'll think a Mack truck hit them."

"Cool! That's hot! I want to be a sticker. I want to make those hits they
can hear in the cheap seats."

"You have a great body to build on Blake. Not everyone can start with the
raw materials you have, but what you do with it comes down to how hard you
want to work and how good you want to be. The only limits on you will be
you."

He blushed again at the praise, looked down, but managed to say, "Thanks".

He looked up, cocked his head, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Do you
really think I have a nice body? I always thought I was too skinny."

His intense blue eyes held mine. There was a flicker of something there,
but what?

"Blake, you are slender right now, not skinny. There is a difference. You
are just a year or two into puberty, as more testosterone is produced in
your body you are going to get more muscle mass and strength. If you are
working hard lifting in the next few years you could be a real beast."

He beamed at that and seemed pretty pleased with my answer. "I'll work my
ass off!".

"No dude, on, you want to work an ass ON. That is where all your power
comes from remember?" I grinned ear to ear.

"Ugh, OK, on, I'll work my ass ON" he grinned back.

We finished up the lifting circuit and headed for the stretching room.

"Are you going to teach me some football stretches?" he asked eagerly.

"Just a few today, I can't teach you everything in one day. The first one
here, I'll do it first and show you how and then you do it. Put your right
leg out front."

I get down on all fours in front of his right leg.

"I'm going to put my ear on the inside of your thigh and push in. You have
to stand strong, push back against my head and count to ten. After ten we
stop, I put my ear on the outside of your thigh and we repeat the
process. Then you put out your left leg and we do the same thing. Got it?"

"Sure, it sounds easy."

"Ready? Here I go."

I placed my ear on that smooth inner thigh and started my push. He almost
fell over. I think the strength of my neck surprised him, but he recovered
quickly, gave the ten count and we moved to the outside. As we moved to the
left leg and the inner thigh, the thought struck me, good grief, my face is
just 8 inches from his cock! Why had this never occurred to me before in 6
years of football? As he counted the ten count, was he counting slower on
purpose? Did I detect some extra firmness in his crotch? Damn, he is at ten
already, I have to move to the outside thigh.

We switched positions; he placed his ear on the inner thigh of my right
leg. Oh damn the heat of his face and ear feel nice on my leg.

"Are you going to count to ten?" said a voice below me.

"You have to tell me when to start little dude."

"Oh, sorry. Go."

I counted to ten as slowly as I could without being obvious that I liked
the head on my leg. I looked down at the brown mop on my thigh and felt a
mix of emotions I had never experienced, lust, love, excitement. What was
it I was feeling for this boy?

The next stretch was for the back.

"Lay on your back Blake. Now bring both knees up and over and try to put
them on the ground, both on the same side of your head and hold for a
thirty count. If you can't get all the way down, I'll help you. Then we'll
come back flat, rest a bit and then put them both down on the other
side. Again, I'll help if you can't get them all the way down. Ready?"

He nodded he was ready and lifted his knees up and over. His butt was
pointed to the ceiling and I was utterly enchanted by the sight. I wasn't
quite sure what I could do with him in that position, but a couple of ideas
flashed through my head. His knees were about three inches off the floor so
I placed my hand on his ass and pushed forward and down slowly and
gently. He grunted, but otherwise didn't complain. I couldn't believe how
nice the warmth of his ass felt under my hand. I could feel the strain and
stretch in his glutes. My pinky was half an inch from his crack and an inch
or two from his hole. The excitement rising in me was a feeling I had never
experienced before. The thirty seconds passed all too quickly. He came back
to the rest position, took a rest and then we repeated the stretch on the
other side.

"Now the last stretch...." I started to say, but Blake interrupted me.

"Aren't you going to do this stretch?

"Oh sure, good idea."

I laid back flat, lifted my knees and I was going to plant them quickly on
the right side of my head. I've been doing this stretch since I was 10 in
wrestling so it is an easy one for me, but I stopped about three inches
short of hitting the stretching mat. Blake placed his hand my ass and
pushed forward and down gently like I had. One difference, his pinky wasn't
half an inch from my crack it was IN my crack and the tip was resting ON my
hole. I was in heaven. I never wanted that thirty seconds to be up, but all
too quickly it was. I rested, stretched the other side and when I stopped
short again his hand went to the same spot so it couldn't be an
accident. Was I imaging things? Wishing things? It seemed like he was ever
so gently and subtly squeezing my cheek. I didn't have time to dwell on it
and the thirty seconds was quickly up. I wanted to scream, 'no!', 'that was
just ten seconds, keep your hand there longer!' What I really said was,
"Ready for the last stretch?"

"Can't wait" he grinned.

That little minx, he was really enjoying this.

"This last stretch is really three in one. Spread your legs out as far as
they'll go. You are going to put your head on your right leg, left leg and
then your middle leg." I grinned on this last one at the old, old joke. It
was the same way my first football coach had described the stretch and
probably his first football coach had described it to him and so on.

"When you can't go any further down I'll put my chest on your shoulders and
slowly transfer my weight on to you and force you all the way down. If the
stretch hurts too much let me know and I'll back the weight off some. Got
it?"

"Yeah, it sounds pretty easy."

He spread his legs wide and started taking his head to his left knee. When
he seemed to stall at about six inches over the knee I placed my chest on
his shoulders, which put my face just above his. As I drew in a breath I
got the full scent of his hair, a slight whiff of sweat and the definite
smell of an after shave. Blake didn't shave, why did he have on after
shave? Hmm, I wonder. Anyway, I lifted my knees off the stretching mat and
began transferring the weight forward to move his head down to the knee, he
grunts and I know it has to hurt a little, but he doesn't complain. His
head hit the knee and we stayed there about twenty seconds. I placed my
hands on the side of the small of his back and lifted my weight. We
repeated the process for the other two positions. As we did, my enchantment
with Blake just grew. Why was this young man so moving me? What about him
was special or different that gave me these feelings?

We switched positions. As my head neared my left knee Blake placed his
chest on my shoulders and shifted his weight to force my head all the way
down. My muscles were burning because I hadn't kept up my stretching, but
it didn't bother me at all. All I could think about was the heat from
Blake's chest and body enveloping me. His hot, moist breath on my neck
thrilled me. There was dead silence. This stretch did go long beyond thirty
seconds, but I don't think Blake wanted this moment to end any more than I
did.

"Umm, you ready to switch?" I ask, breaking the heavy silence. "I think
that is at least thirty now"

"Sorry, I thought you were counting"

"No worries. I need this stretching really badly. We can go long on the
other two positions as well."

But all too soon, even with the longer time the stretching was over and the
excuse was for physical contact was over.

"Do you want to Jacuzzi or sauna before we shower Blake?"

"Shoot, I didn't bring a bathing suit."

"No prob, you don't need one, both are in the men's locker room."

I stripped out of my workout clothes trying to not look at Blake too much,
remembering the "plumping" I experienced when we changed before. I think he
maybe had the same concern because he was trying hard to not look at me as
he stripped down.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yup." He said nodding and grinning.

He wrapped his towel around his waist. Damn, the towel was tight and showed
lovely outlines of his penis and ass. It was strangely more erotic than the
naked him moments before. I had to shake those thoughts quickly, if I dwelt
on them too long I'd pop a rod for sure! I followed him back to the
Jacuzzi. He hung his towel outside the sauna. Damn damn. He was getting in
the Jacuzzi first so all I would get is a good view of his backside, but I
was hoping for more than the quick glance I had gotten of his cock
before. Oh well, there was the still the sauna and shower ahead. He was
already in and getting comfortable, finding the best jets. I hung my towel
up and walked slowly to the Jacuzzi wanting to be sure Blake could get an
eyeful if he was so inclined and I think his eyes were riveted on my
cock. It was slightly tumescent, not so much that someone who didn't know
me would notice it wasn't fully flaccid, just enough to be slightly
impressive. I don't have a lot of hair around my cock and very little on my
balls, but I do have a small, thin happy trail that goes from just below my
belly button to the Promised Land.

As we relaxed in the Jacuzzi, I talked about the importance of stretching,
hot showers, baths or Jacuzzis, massage and drinking lots of water in
helping to keep the soreness out of your muscles after strenuous exercise,
especially lifting. Blake absorbed it all like a little sponge. Like every
word I said was Holy Writ.

The talking had thankfully distracted me from thinking any more about Blake
being a hot, naked 14 year old and just a couple of feet from me with
nothing between us but warm water. After about twenty minutes of the
whirlpool we moved into the dry sauna. Late on a Saturday afternoon, we
were the only two people in the room. I had a chance to finally really give
Blake's body the visual once over. He had those narrow shoulders that are
classic of the adolescent boy. His chest was well developed with two tiny
nipples, but totally smooth. In fact the only hair on his body besides his
head was the very small patch just above his cock. Oh his cock. This was
the first time I had the luxury or inclination to really study it. It was
quite nice looking actually. It was about three inches flaccid, circumcised
and the head was a pleasant looking purple mushroom. Why was I thinking
this way? I had really only fooled around with one other guy in my life,
Justin from back home, my neighbor and fellow wrestler. I never considered
myself gay, not even bi. Yes he and I had been pretty dang intimate, but he
was the only one vs. a whole stable full of fillies from Sheridan and
Laramie. Did Blake know I was evaluating his body? Did he know I was
wondering how that cock would look erected?  I closed my eyes and leaned
back against the hot wall and let the hot, dry air surround me. I could
feel the heat penetrating my tired muscles. Blake and I were silent at this
point. After a couple of minutes I opened my eyes, Blake's eyes were fixed
on my body, specifically my male member, in fact he was so fixed that I
don't think he realized his own was reacting. It was already well past half
erect before he knew it. He tried to subtly hide it and push it down, but
the damage was done. It just kept growing to its full potential. He was
blushing a deep red. Good golly Miss Molly, it was an impressive damn
erection and answered the question I had been contemplating just moments
ago. I would guess it was at least 6 1/4 ", only 1/2" less than me, but
thicker and with that impressive mushroom head leading the way.

"Your Dad says he has Bronco season tickets. Do you get to go to most of
the games?" I was hoping if I got his concentrating on something else the
erection would subside.

Blake sucked in a breath, "Yeah, I go to every game just about. We have
four tickets so I get to bring a friend to the games usually."

"That's awesome! I really think we can win the Super Bowl this year. We
don't get a chance to go that often from Sheridan, it is just so far away,
but when we do it is a whole weekend thing and I just love Denver."

"Yeah, me too. We usually go down Friday night, fool around in town on
Saturday and then head home after the game Sunday."

Blake appeared to be relaxing a bit and the 'swelling' was going down
too. Now was a good time to make my exit to the showers and give Blake some
space to regain his composure.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower, ok? You?"

"Um, no I think I'll sit a bit more" was his low reply.

I had to get out of there before my own penis reacted to what I had just
seen because I knew if I thought about it too long and too hard, no pun
intended, I would be harder than a Sunday New York Times Crossword.

I was luxuriating under a hot shower and after about five minutes Blake
joined me in the shower room. His erection was mostly gone, but you could
still tell it was larger and firmer than normal. I actually thought it was
mighty fine looking whatever state it was in. I studied it and the rest of
him as he stood across from me. He was a great looking young guy and if I
didn't stop thinking about him I'd be the one sporting a woody pretty
quickly.

We dressed in the locker room and headed out of the Y. It was about 4:30PM
and since we had been in the Y it had snowed at least five inches. We were
driving back to my place to watch some DVDs and order out pizza for dinner
while we killed time until his parents came by to get him. I headed out of
the Y towards my apartment and Blake was unusually subdued.

"Why so quiet chatterbox?" I asked glancing over at him.

He was quiet for a bit and then blurted out, on the verge of tears, "You
probably hate me now and think I'm a faggot!"

WOW! That hit me a ton of bricks. I pulled into the parking lot of the R&B
Breakfast Club and put it into park.

"OK bud let's get a couple of things straight here. One, no matter what, I
would never hate you. I couldn't care less if you are gay, straight, bi or
try, you are a good person and you will always be my friend. Two, if you
think somehow you are weird or different because you popped a bone in the
sauna, you are way wrong. 14 year old boys pop bones all the time and for
no reason at all. Third, I don't want you to ever, EVER to use the words
faggot, homo or queer.... or nigger or wetback for that matter, or any of
those hateful words. You are far too classy of a guy to use those words. In
fact Blake, I want you to be enough of a man, that when your friends use
those words that you speak up and tell them they shouldn't use them."

"So so you don't hate me? You don't think I'm a stupid kid?"

"Oh hell, of course I think you are a stupid kid, what do you think I am
tutoring you for?"

He laughed because he knew I was jerking his chain on that one. A couple of
the tears that had welled up in his eyes now rolled down his cheeks. I
reached over and wiped them off and looked him in the eyes.

"You good on this now? You understand where we stand?" I ask him.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. You've become really important to me and I don't
want to screw things up. You are the only person I can talk to about some
stuff, you know?" Blake responds.

"Yeah I know. Let's get home"

"One thing?"

"Yes." I said raising an eyebrow.

"I get gay, straight and bi, but what is 'tri'? Animals?"

"Ha ha ha, no, a try-sexual is a guy who'll try anything."

He punched me in the upper arm and grinning said, "Yer stupid."

We had just finished the first Pizza Hut pizza, a Pepperoni Lovers Pizza
and the first Lord of the Rings and were getting ready to start in on the
Meat Lovers Pizza and The Two Towers when my phone rang.

"Hello....  Oh hey!.......  shoot, that stinks........  ok, yeah........
oh no problem at all, we'll be fine......  oh yeah, whenever, don't even
worry...... Sunday, Monday, whenever is fine. Yeah, here he is. It's your
Mom, she wants to talk to you. They are snowed in in Denver."

"Hi Mom.... What? Leaving me here? He beats me.... Ouch! See he's beating
me now! What do you mean I probably deserve it! No, no I promise I'll
behave and not be my normal self. Yes Mom, yes Mom, un hunh Mom.... Ok, I
love you too. Bye"

He looked at me. At the same time we jumped, high fived and yelled,
"Par-tay!"

In actuality we didn't do anything different than we had planned. We killed
the second pizza and the Two Towers, but I was hobbited out. I couldn't
take anymore of Mr. Frodo and I was feeling sleepy.

"So you want to head off to bed? I have a DVD player in there too and we
can put something else in if you want or just watch TV, but I am fading
fast."

"Yeah sure. Are we going to sleep in the same bed?"

"Well yeah, I only have one bed. Is that okay with you?"

"Oh sure. I just didn't know you know? Umm can I ask you a weird question?"

"Blake, I thought we had this talk. You can ask me anything. AANNYYthing."

"Do you have a spare toothbrush? I promised my Mom I'd brush my teeth
before bed."

"He he he, yeah. I always buy in bulk from Walmart."

We brushed our teeth, and headed into the bedroom.

I looked at Blake and said, "I just wear boxers to bed usually. You ok with
that?"

"Well I usually wear my footie Bernstain Bears pj's, but I guess I'll have
to wear boxers too. Are YOU ok with that!?"

"Footie Bernstain Bears. That's hot. You aren't gonna cry yourself to sleep
without them are ya?"

We crawled under the flannel sheets of my queen sized bed, I turned out the
lights, put on the Military Channel (there was a cool show on the 10
deadliest weapons of all time) and settled down. I was starting to drift
off into slumberland, Blake rolled into me. I think he was in that almost
asleep state too. His head was on my chest, his body overlaid mine, my left
arm was under him and his left arm went across my body. The warmth of his
body and the touch of it sent electricity through my body. I put my right
arm over his body, gave him one tight squeeze and then relaxed. That was
how we feel asleep. Intertwined.

Blake's Story

This is awesome! My Mom is dropping me off at Matt's apartment and we get
to hang all damn day! It is so freaking cool to be able to hang with a
college guy like we are friends or something. Most of my friends, except
Tony, are just so freakin' stupid! We are going to the Frontier Mall to
goof around and then we are going to go to the YMCA and he is going to
teach me how to lift for football. He was an all state linebacker and he
has these great guns. I've never seen him with his shirt off, but I can
tell his chest and abs are ripped too. That is what I want to look like and
I really want to be all state too, especially at linebacker.

We headed for the Y after lunch and it is starting to snow. It occurs to me
as we drive over that I will probably see him shirtless, maybe more, as we
change into workout clothes. I can't wait, ever since he became our aide
for P.E. I've been madly attracted to him. I mean I dig girls and all that,
but Matt is different, I don't know what it is. I want to be like him so
much, is that why I have this huge crush? I can't tell if he notices me
when I shower because he seems indifferent. When he is tutoring me and
sitting close I can feel the warmth of his body and I just want to melt
into him. I can't believe I am learning anything he has me so distracted.

Damn, he is changing outta boxers into jockeys. He is completely naked
right now! If I turn and look at him directly it will be way too obvious I
am interested. Wow what a nice body. What a nice cock. A man's cock, not
the boy ones I see in gym or even Tony's. Shoot, he is dressed already. Was
he checking me out too? Naw, that is nuts. I am just a stupid kid he is
being nice to.

I guess I never noticed how nice his legs are, but damn they are really
muscular and he is tell me that my legs and butt are more important than my
arms and chest in playing linebacker. And I HAVE noticed his butt before, I
just never really thought about it in terms that he had to work hard to get
it that way.

My legs and butt are on fire. Matt's been working my ass off
literally. When he is lifting I get a chance to study every contour of his
body. I wonder if he looks at me the same way when I lift? I can even see
his balls on a couple of these machines. Can he see mine too? Is he even
looking?

Lifting is over, now we are going to stretch. Well that seems stupid, what
is that for? Oh, Matt explains it. I get it now, lifting makes your muscles
tight and stiff, stretching gets them kind of back to where they were and
you won't hurt as much the next day. And plus when you get hit in football
if you are loose, you won't get hurt as often. We start the stretching and
right away I LIKE IT!. Matt has his head on my leg really close to my
cock. All he has to do is lift his head a little and I push forward a
little and I'd be in heaven. He tells me to count to ten, but I count as
sloooooow as I can. I want his head there forever, but I have to say "ten"
after a while. The best part is I am going to get to put my head on his
thigh pretty soon. Oh, his leg is so hard. I want muscles like this. I am
so close to his cock, what would he do if I just move my head up and went
to town? Ten? Was that ten already?

The next stretch is even better. I put my legs over my head and Matt has
his hand on my ass for thirty seconds. It feels like heaven. Does it mean
as much to him as it does to me? We do the other side for thirty
seconds. C'mon Matt, touch me there, you know where.

Now Matt is on his back with his legs over his head. I am going to help him
get his knees all the way to mat, but I am going to make it worth my
while. My hand is on his ass, his hard, hard ass and my little finger is
right on his butthole. Does he notice? Does he care?

Oh and the last stretch is the best. His hard body is on mine pressing
down. His moist, warm breath is on my neck. If I just turn a little we
could kiss and I would lose myself forever in his kisses. When it is my
turn to be on top, it is all I can do to keep from biting his ear or
whispering sweet nothings to him. Am I just being stupid? Can I possibly
really love him? Feel this for him?

We are going into the Jacuzzi now. I better hang up my towel and jump in
before Matt sees how 'happy I am to see him'. I want to move across the
Jacuzzi and warp my arms around him.

We move to the sauna. Damn, this is going to be tough. I will be across
from him stark naked and he is too. I can see every inch of his body. He is
firm. His cock is beautiful. Maybe 4 inches soft, but it looks
beautiful. Proportional. Straight. Not too much hair around it, but a lot
more than I have. Oh shit, I am getting hard. STOP! STOP! I can't keep my
boner down. Matt sees it now. He knows I am a fuckin' little homo. SHIT!
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Matt says he is going to shower. I tell him I will join him in a couple of
minutes when my damn cock gets soft. I am in the shower now, but I can't
even look at Matt. I get dressed and we head to the car. It is snowing
harder now. I can't think of a damn thing to say. I bet he hates me. I am a
fuckin' faggot.

"Why so quiet chatterbox?" Matt asked me.

I didn't know what to say, I can feel tears in my eyes, "You probably hate
me now and think I'm a faggot!" is all I can say.

CRAP, Matt brakes hard and pulls into the parking lot of the R&B Breakfast
Club and puts the car into park.

He looks directly at me, his eyes are on fire, "OK bud let's get a couple
of things straight here. One, no matter what, I would never hate you. I
couldn't care less if you are gay, straight, bi or try, you are a good
person and you will always be my friend. Two, if you think somehow you are
weird or different because you popped a bone in the sauna, you are way
wrong. 14 year old boys pop bones all the time and for no reason at
all. Third, I don't want you to ever, EVER to use the words faggot, homo or
queer.... or nigger or wetback for that matter, or any of those hateful
words. You are far too classy of a guy to use those words. In fact Blake, I
want you to enough of a man, that when your friends use those words that
you speak up and tell them they shouldn't use them."

I am so happy I could die. "So so you don't hate me? You don't think I'm a
stupid kid?" is all can say.

Matt cracks some jokes. I don't even remember what they were, but I get the
idea. He likes me. He really, really likes me. Maybe what I feel isn't
odd. Maybe I am normal! I just want to be normal!

We get back to his place and while we are watching movies and eating pizza
when my Mom calls. She and Dad are stuck in Denver. Matt has just told them
I can stay the night with him! Do you think I'll get to sleep in bed with
him?

We go to bed. Matt asks if it is ok if he sleeps in his boxers. Uh duh, I
would rather you sleep naked, but I'll settle for boxers!. I want to sleep
naked too, but I guess boxers will do for me too.

In for a penny, in for a pound. I put my head on Matt's chest, roll my body
onto his and put my arm over his chest. I hope he doesn't push me away.

Wait, he is putting his arm over me! Oh what a hug he is giving me! He hugs
me hard and relaxes still embracing me. God if you take me right now, I'll
never be happier in my life. Matt's breathing is slow and regular. He is
falling asleep with me in his arms. I am starting to drift off now. Oh
Matt, how happy I .....

End of Chapter Four