Date: Tue, 02 Mar 2004 22:36:02 -0500 From: Eric Lattenhaus Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 12 CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 12 - Matt, Shawn, and Kirk --by Eric L. *** GAY TEEN FICTION *** erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com Please put MATT in your email subject so I know it's not spam. Thank you. --Eric _________________________________________________________________ ``` IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ ``` ``````````````````````````````````````````````` CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt, Shawn, and Kirk) - Chapter 12 - A TURNING POINT - _________________________________________________________________ "But what about Shawn?" I nearly shouted, blurting the words out before I thought them. "Well, it's not a problem, Matt. It's not a problem for you if Shawn did me once, so why not you?" My mind was a blur. He trapped me. ______ I had lots of tubing on my I.V.--enough to turn and sit on the edge of my bed, facing Kirk. But I would have to roll the I.V. stand around to the space between the two beds to get close to Kirk. "Hello, Matthew and Kirk--oh, MY!" Steve Thurbin said, carrying his two hypodermic needles and a bottle--his eyes nearly popping out of his head when he saw us. "Well, don't worry it'll be our secret. We boys have to stick together, don't we." He sounded so damn casual. Kirk and I nearly killed ourselves covering up with the sheets and getting back into bed, and Steve was busy moving a few things out of his way, like this was all routine. Matt Junior was at emergency hardness, refusing to go down even with the shock of being caught, almost in the act--I guess because it was Steve. I needed to jerk off worse than ever. I decided to signal Steve as he pulled the privacy curtain around me. I gritted my teeth, and let go of my dick, making a big tent in the sheet. I pointed to it so Steve would know my problem and help me out again. I think my sheet had a red glow--probably a reflection of my face. "Sorry, sexy. No three-ways." I turned over and took the pain shot, more embarrassed than I'd been in my life. Silently, Steve went to Kirk and pulled his curtain closed. "Gee, Kirk--you guys almost look like brothers." "Yeah, everyone says that," Kirk said dryly. "This is a pain shot," Steve said, "I have to give it in the glutes, so turn over. It should be quick and painless, as long as you don't move." I was glad to hear no shouts of pain from Kirk. "Okay, all done," Steve said, announcing his departure dryly. "You boys try not to make too much noise." He opened both curtains and left. There was a long, uncomfortable silence. I assumed Kirk was as embarrassed as I was, being seen naked and hard, but I supposed his blush was fading. Mine was getting worse. "What the fuck?" Kirk whispered, with a hint of anger. "He won't tell anyone," I said, hoping to remedy everything with that one fact. "Shit! He called you, 'sexy!' And what was that about no three- ways?" "Oh, that! Just a joke, I guess." "Matt, you're lying. I can tell by your face." Kirk knew me too well. He could always tell when I was lying. I wasn't lying--I was just holding back until I could get my bearings. At least that was my excuse to myself. "Okay," I said. "I fucked him in the bathroom the other day." Of course, I grinned right after I said that. "Yeah, right, Matt! Come clean." 'If I was going to lose my best friend, this was the time,' I thought. I never dreamed Steve would be so open about things and say all that in front of Kirk. "Kirk--" "Come on, let's have it, or I'll jerk off without you." "Okay, okay!" I don't know why I was so anxious to go along with Kirk. "When Steve gave me the first pain shot, he asked if he could help with my boner. I was stunned, but the shot put me half-under, and I said he could watch. So he parks himself at the edge of the bed and just whips it out. He came all over me while I jerked off. The guy only took about twenty seconds." "So THAT'S why you had so much cum on you!" "Yeah," I said, wondering if I was going to hurt something, being at maximum blood pressure from embarrassment. "Hey, no sweat," Kirk said sympathetically. I knew he was holding back the questions. We were quiet for a long time, looking straight ahead at the closets. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Kirk probably felt for me, knowing how I was feeling. "So, you think that was weird?" I said, breaking the silence. "Him finding us like that? Yeah!" "No, I mean me jerking off and--" "Forget it, Matt. If it was me, I'd be doing the same thing you did. He was hot!" "Thanks," I said, knowing Kirk was going easy on me. The good part was that I knew Kirk really would shrug it off and forget all about it. But all this talk about wanting me, and Steve being hot--I didn't want to confront Kirk, but he was sending out more than just definite signals. Even at that, I was confused. I felt bad, though, wondering if letting Steve do that meant I had done something against Shawn. "Are you Kirk Samuels?" a gruff person in a white uniform said, appearing suddenly. "Yeah." "I'm taking you to X-Ray." "That's right!" I said. "You were supposed to be there this morning." "No wisecracks, big boy," she said to me, "They had a power failure down there this morning." Well, I guess she told me! The woman put Kirk in a wheelchair, and off they went. "Good luck, Kirk." "Yeah, later, buddy." My mood was glum. Kirk had just found out I jerked off with a total stranger. On top of that, I wanted to ask Kirk just where he stood, and what he planned to do. With Kirk going to X-Ray, our talk was cut short, and it would be hard for me to bring it up again. I decided to take a snooze. I figured the best way to get something to happen around here was to take a nap. "THUD! BANG!" I sat up like a shot. I guessed I'd been asleep only 20 minutes. It was Miss Traffic Hazard, banging into everything as she wheeled Kirk back into the room. I was glad she left right away. "That was quick," I said, hoping I was right about the time. Kirk looked down, really down. "Yeah. They only took two x-rays. My arm wasn't looking right. The bone alignment. They might have to do surgery." "Kirk, no! I'm sorry. --Wait! How do you know this so fast? Usually they don't tell you. They wait for your doctor to--" "Yeah. Guess who was there?" "Mother Teresa?" "Ha, ha, very funny. No, it was Charlie." "Charlie the snack guy?" "Yeah. He snagged the radiology doctor right outside the X-Ray room, and got him to go in and talk to me, so I'd know right away. I guess he has connections, too. The guy was nice and looked at my x-rays." "Holy shit! Will they have to put a plate in, like Joel McDaniels?" "No, thank God!" "Whew--well that's good news. Why are you so down?" "I wanted to go home when everyone got back from the seminar, or maybe the day after. But now--" "They'll be here Sunday night. That's just a little more than twenty-four hours from now." "Yeah. Sunday night. Sounds good to me." "Well, you know, if I get out of here before you, you'll have two visitors who'll be here for you, all the time. Plus, your parents." I felt Kirk needed to know that. "Thanks bud." "We are best friends, right?" "Oh, yeah! Better than best friends, I hope." "Yeah," I said, not knowing what else to say. "So, um, do you still wanna jerk off?" Kirk said, the sexy tone creeping back into his voice, "Our original plan?" "It's kind of a busy time of day, around here." I blushed. I couldn't believe him. He switched gears so fast, my head spun. In spite of that, Matt Junior was voting yes. "We'll do it with the sheets on us," he said--as if the sheet was actually going to hide Kirk's oversized shaft. I, on the other hand, am a professional masturbator, and can make do with keeping my hungry bone flat against my stomach. When I was 15, I remember riding in the back seat on an all-day trip. Mom and dad were up front. On the first rest stop, I went to the men's room and no one else was there. It was a huge place. At the urinal, I started stroking my dick furiously. I was really horny--car trips did that to me. I was ready to cum when dad walked in. Being an expert at pulling my bone back into my pants in seconds, I was all fixed up and looking innocent, by the time dad saw me. This presented a huge problem when we took off again. Matt Junior was angry, and getting bounced around mercilessly in that back seat. I needed to cum so bad, I felt my heartbeat in my throat. So I slipped my hand inside my pants and slowly stroked, keeping my cock up against my stomach. Luckily, there was a forest alongside us. When I came, I stared at the trees and said, "OH! Look at that!" to cover my shout. There wasn't really anything special to see, so I told my folks I thought I saw a bear. It took me a half hour to clean up with the bottom of my undershirt--with my arm cramped by the waistband of my jeans. I was scared at the time, but now it seemed like a fun adventure. Then I got back to the present, and realized Kirk was staring at me, waiting for me to tell him if I wanted to jerk off. Damn right, I did! Since when did Kirk the mild-mannered guy become Kirk the adventurer? He had to be as horny as I was, and I wondered if he would watch me--sheet or no sheet. "Okay," I said, giving in for Matt Junior's sake, and my own sanity. Take a towel from your nightstand, and keep it under the sheet. And don't yell when you cum." "Right, captain." I wondered if this was anything like having a brother. It WAS kind of cozy, knowing that the two of us would be jerking off at the same time. My dick was anxious to participate in this new experience. No more was said. The only sounds were steady, urgent, liquid ones, from two guys so horny they had precum before they started jacking off. Masturbating never felt so good as right then. I guess the risk of someone suddenly walking in made it more exciting. I propped my pillow up near my mouth, so I could use it to muffle my moans. Hearing Kirk's rhythm and the splashy sounds as he stroked his cock made me imagine what that looked like--with his hand speeding up and down his thick shaft, and a fresh supply of precum streaming down his cockhead. I made the same sounds, but the sexy squishing noises of Kirk's hand on his dick added to mine, made me even more horny. I sped up. "Oh, yeah, suck it, yeah," I heard Kirk whisper to no one in particular, just to the air. We were both breathing hard, and stroking hard. I wondered who he was thinking of. I looked over at him, and he did look sexy. Then I looked away and Shawn's face came to me. Matt Junior throbbed. In a flash, I saw the rest of Shawn's little naked body. Then his hardon was right there, big as life, in my mind. Somehow, in my daydream, I was shoving my stiff cock right up his chute as hard as I could, sucking his face, and impossibly, he was coming on my face and in my mouth at the same time. When I came in my fantasy, I came for real, and moaned loudly into my pillow. While I was cumming, Shawn was all I could think of--I was pounding him with all I had, and lifting him off the bed with my steel-hard dick--with Shawn's moans of appreciation and amazement urging me on. I wanted to plunge his little butt so bad, I was afraid I might be too rough with him when the time came. "Ohhhh fuck, YEAHhhhhh!" I screamed into the pillow, jets of cum shooting up my chest, hitting my neck and the sheet with a splash. I forgot all about the towel. When it was over, I didn't know where I was for a moment. I think I set Kirk off. He came right after I did. I waited. We both cleaned up at the same time, making obscene bulges in the sheet as we wiped our happy dicks off with the hand towels. Well, partially happy. I was ready for seconds. My brain was only half in reality. In the other half, I still had my cock shoved all the way up inside Shawn. I thought I'd never catch my breath. "You are a noisy fucker, Matt." "Um, yeah. I had a lot of build up. You're pretty quiet." "Had to be quiet with the little bro in the room, sleeping 5 feet from me every night." "Oh, right. I forgot about that." "Yeah, you were lucky--you had a room to yourself," Kirk said as we caught our breaths. I guess that was one advantage of being an only child. It's sad but true that 'only' rhymes with 'lonely.' I think I had a good childhood, though. I know I was loved. "You do get red in the face, though," I said. "Yeah, it takes me a long time to get back to normal." "You? Normal?" "Shut up!" Kirk was being calm and good-natured--his usual way. "So, when's dinner?" "Dinner? We just had lunch." "Hey, what can I say, Matt. I'm hungry again. I thought things happened one after another around here." "Oh, so you're saying jerking off makes you hungry?" I made Kirk's blush worse, and I wasn't sure if I was taking him out of his good mood. I watched his face. "Hell, yes! Doesn't it make YOU hungry?" "Yeah. I guess I never noticed." I really wasn't THAT hungry. A lady came in rolling the snack cart. "You boys want snacks? Juice?" "Oh, yes!" Kirk said, nearly shouting. "God timing," I said, "Where's Charlie?" 'And thank God you didn't come in any sooner.' "Charlie go home. He say you boys eat a lot, so I load up my cart EXTRA big today," the kind lady said with a smile almost as big as Charlie's. I loved her accent. "Thanks!" Kirk said. "Yeah, and tell him thanks for me, too," I said. "Oh, man, this is great," Kirk said, talking with a mouthful of chips. "I wonder what's up with Charlie?" "Yeah. I hope he's okay." "Me, too. Maybe we could ask someone." "Good idea," Kirk said. I knew he would like Charlie. "Maybe he worked a different shift or something." "That's probably it, Matt." "Mmm!" I was making love to my orange juice. I was saving my crackers and other snacks for later. Although I thought I might copy Kirk and eat some chips, too. "Man, you're even noisy DRINKING." "I wonder how Shawn is doing," I said, feeling Matt Junior's newly whetted appetite for being inside Shawn. It's strange what my jerk-off fantasies did to me--I seemed to know what it felt like to be inside Shawn, yet I'd never fucked him, or anyone. I wanted to think 'making love' instead of 'fuck' but I was feeling too animal for that. Feeling guilty, I made my daydream Shawn pop up again, and I hugged and kissed him, and told him how much I loved him. "Yeah, me too," Kirk said, snapping me out of it. It took me a second to remember the topic. "I hope they don't fill his head up with a lot of crap." "No, Matt--your dad said it was a good seminar." "Yeah, I guess. Shawn's such a great kid. I still can't believe he beat you up." "Yeah," Kirk said, sounding more aloof than usual. I wanted to know more, but was afraid to ask. There was a soft stampede of footsteps in the hallway. The second shift had just started. The nurses rushed out of the report room and scattered in all directions. I knew it wouldn't be long before one of them barged in on us. "Hey, Kirk--don't go to sleep." "Why not?" "Nurses will be coming in soon." "How do you know?" "You hear the noise in the hall?" "Yeah." "That's the second shift getting out of their meeting and coming for us." "They're COMING for us," Kirk said, "oh no." "Yeah, and we don't know where they're taking us." I made a scary face. "Lions and tigers and bears. . ." We laughed. It was fun just to relax with Kirk again--finally. It wasn't long before a pair of nurses came in. "Here's our two cuties. See, I told you, Wilma," one nurse said. "Oh, honey, if I were just a little younger," the other nurse replied with a laugh. They took our pulse, blood pressure, temperature--the usual things. The shorter nurse checked my morph mask. They asked us how old we were, and how things were going at school. The two of them were warm, yet efficient, and didn't gab too much. As they turned to leave, I had to make a comment. "What, no sleeping pill?" "Huh? It's way too early for that," the first nurse said. "Where's dinner?" Kirk asked, with his fake innocent look. It was way early for that, too. The other one piped up, "There was a power problem in the kitchen earlier today, so dinner will be delayed about 30 minutes." "Well, okay," I said, "but I need a date for the prom." "I'll let you know," she said, as they walked out. It was just as well about dinner--I was too horny to eat. I knew that the one jack-off wasn't going to do it for me. Matt Junior agreed wholeheartedly. My hand was busy pressing my bone down to hide it. Looking over at Kirk, I could see he was making no attempt to hide his. The huge tent was obvious, complete with sudden thrashes and throbs. "Man, you'll talk to anyone," Kirk said, "as if I didn't know." "What do you mean, 'anyone?'" "That tall nurse wasn't exactly Mother Teresa. She was checkin' me out, man." "Well, how could she miss that thing, it's so big." "Yeah, so, as I was saying a while back . . . you know." Kirk brazenly pulled back his sheet again. I could not take my eyes off his hardon. It was like the Pied Piper. "Come on, Kirk, we'll get caught." "Don't worry Matt. Look--they even closed the door partway. That should count for something." "Yeah. When they do that it means probably no interruptions for a while." I just wanted to masturbate. "Mmmm, yeah!" Kirk waved his boner seductively. "I see it Kirk. You know it makes me horny." I guess I shouldn't have said that, but he had to know by now that was true. "Yeah," Kirk said, giving me a forlorn, needful look. "It's throbbing for you Matt. You're all I've thought about since last night. You know you'll love it." I was hypnotized by my best friend's cock. Kirk certainly wasn't mild-mannered when it came to his hard dick. He definitely was a horny guy. I didn't know this side of him. "Just think of my bone as Shawn's dick. I'm his brother--this is as close to Shawn's dick as you're gonna get, for today." Kirk had me under his spell. I didn't know he had this kind of charm. I'd never seen him up close with a girl, so I never knew, and Kirk was not one to brag about his dates. I looked at his face, his dick--its shape and color. In both places he resembled Shawn, and in a way, I resented that. In another way, I was drooling for it--for him, the icon of Shawn, for his dick, a bigger version of Shawn's, and for his love that I'd wanted for so long. I didn't want to face this. I wanted to put it off. But I was already getting out of bed, watching Kirk turn and sit on the side of his bed again. I trembled with desire--and fear. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and it hurt. It wasn't the pain that stopped me. It was Shawn. All I could see was Shawn's happy-go-lucky, smiling face. There was no substitute for the goodness I felt when I was with him. And I loved Shawn, not Kirk. As much as I wanted Kirk, I couldn't do it. My throat was pure tension. "Kirk--I can't. I'm sorry. I love Shawn. I can't do this to him." I barely croaked the words out. "I couldn't live with myself if I--" "Come on, Matt. You can tell him you sucked his dick by proxy while he was away." "I'm sure that'll make him real happy, Kirk." "Matt--one last chance," Kirk said, waving his dick at me. "No!" "So let me suck you, and just jerk me off." "You'd suck me?" "Yeah." Kirk got that distant sound again. "I'm surprised, but--no deal." "I always wanted someone who'd be so faithful," Kirk said, anticipating something, I wasn't sure what. That sounded like another trap, so I kept my mouth shut. I sat with my arms folded, facing the wall with the closets. I felt like going IN one of the closets. 'No,' I thought, 'I just came out of one.' I refused to look at Kirk. "At least jerk off with me, buddy." I couldn't talk to Kirk. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. Our friendship hung by a thread. But could I blame Kirk for the same hormones that led me to his brother? Something in the back of my mind was bothering me. All this was so unlike Kirk. Why hadn't I noticed these changes in him before now? Could he have changed overnight? I heard familiar sounds. Kirk was crying again. "You're too good, Matt." "What's that supposed to mean?" I tried not to say it harshly, since Kirk was near sobbing. "Nothing, I guess." "Whatever." "Yeah." "Look, Kirk--whatever it is, it's okay." I was trying to be nice to him. He sounded like he was crying himself to pieces. "No, it's NOT okay." Some anger came through the tears. "It's not?" I said, starting to get frightened. "After all this. . . you being so horny. . . and still you didn't let anything happen just now. . . you were faithful to Shawn," Kirk said, sobbing openly now. "Yeah." I was starting to feel good, now that Kirk recognized my strong love for Shawn. Things were looking up and starting to come together. Except for Kirk's crying. "I want you, Matt--but I don't deserve you. You love Shawn so much. Shawn deserves YOU, not me. I didn't think guys our age could love that way. But you, as much as I want you--" "But, you're not gay, Kirk." I could tell Kirk felt insecure--he had his sheet pulled up to his neck. I was shaking. Kirk never sobbed so hard in his life, that I knew of. He was pathetic again, crying his guts out. "Shawn has to have you. And yes, I AM gay!" "Oh, Kirk," I said, stifling my emotion, "When?" "I don't know. Six months. . . eight months. . . who cares." I could see his sheet wet with his tears. I guess after all his advances, I wasn't surprised he was gay, but I was shocked to hear him say it. He could've been bi. "I was afraid of being gay. Then I was afraid of telling anyone. I should've told Shawn a long time ago. He's such a good kid. Why was I such a wimp that I didn't tell my loving brother!" "It's okay." I was glad he'd said Shawn was loving. Kirk waved me off. He was on a roll, tears and all. "And YOU! My best friend--I should've told YOU! But, no, I had to sneak off with Billy Carlbacher, and--" "Holy shit! YOU, and Billy?" I got dizzy. "Yeah. Shawn didn't punch me out, Billy did." "Oh, my God! Billy punched you? What happened?" I was so relieved it wasn't Shawn, I let out a sigh. "I had to tell Shawn so he could cover for me." "Oh. So he knows." "Yeah." "So how does that--" Kirk waved me off again. "I was so mad you got invited to that party, and I didn't. I went there anyway, and hung out by the windows, snooping and trying to hear conversation. I was jealous of you. By then, I wanted you." "Okay." I was surprised like never before. My heart was pounding. I held back my reaction for fear of upsetting Kirk. "I looked through the window and saw Billy Carlbacher sucking you. Then I was horny instead of mad. When Billy ran outside right after that, I went up to him and told him I saw it all--his blow job and everything. I thought Billy was hot as hell. If I couldn't have you, I'd take him." "Holy shit." "Yeah, Matt. Billy looked like he was gonna punch me out--he thought I was trying to blackmail him when I said I saw it all." "Geez!" "I told him 'no,' and that I would suck his dick to prove it. I figured that would take care of his anger. That wasn't all of it--I wanted him, too. I think you turned him on, big time." "Oh, fuck." "Billy was boned as hell. He turned ME on. My cock led the way. We went to his cousin's apartment, and I gave my first blow job. I couldn't swallow though. I guess Billy understood, when I told him it was my first time." "Did he--" "Yeah. He was horny as hell. He sucked me as soon as I was done blowing him. When I came in his mouth, he wanted me to suck him again. So I did." "Oh, God." Despite my tension, Matt Junior let me know he was loving this. I thought Billy was in the top three for the hottest guy in our school. Definitely the best looking on the football team. "But he didn't punch you then?" "No." "So how did--" "I'm gettin' there. After that, Billy and I got tight. We just kept having sex whenever we could sneak it in, and we were falling in love." "Oh, Kirk. Then he moved away." "Yeah, we didn't break it off, though. He promised he'd visit a lot, and that we'd have sex whenever he came back here." "Did that work out okay?" "For a while. Until that night--the night I ran away. I was going to move to Arizona with him. It was all set. I did love him. Then we talked. And hugged, and kissed. And the more I was with him that night, the more I thought of you, and that did it for me." "Oh, man!" "I decided I wanted you more than Billy, and tried to break it off with him. That's when he hit me. We struggled. My arm hit a rock as we fell--with him on top of me. That's how I broke it, and we rolled on the ground a few feet--that made it worse." "I'm sorry, Kirk." "Billy's strong, but he has a conscience--he asked if I could get myself home. When I said 'yes,' he walked away. I wanted to die, that night." "No!" "I had to go home and face my parents. My arm hurt like hell, but I drove. When I got home I found out Shawn was still up here with you. I told my folks the cover story--about the car accident. They took me to the emergency room. Then I ended up here. My parents didn't tell me, so I was surprised as hell when I saw I was rooming with YOU. Later, when you were snoozing, I called Shawn. I told him the truth." "What did he say?" "I don't think he knew what to say. He just told me he loved me, and that it was okay. It was like he had his arms around me--on the phone! I never felt so much comfort and emotion from him. He even cried with me." "Oh, God." I started crying, myself, though I tried to hold back. But that was Shawn--his whole little, beautiful self, body and soul reached out to you with nothing held back. But poor Shawn, all this news from his brother, and now he's at that seminar. "Shit! I lied to you--my best friend. I even lied to you about being a virgin! Then I made my brother lie to you, and he didn't want to--" "It's okay that you lied to me. I understand. And I'm sure Shawn went along because he couldn't let you down." "Matt--He never told you my secret?" "Never. I told you, blood is thicker than water. That just proves how faithful he is, doesn't it. I wonder if he's okay. He hasn't seen you in person since you told him the whole story." "Yeah." Kirk's tears started again. "But, you gotta see, Kirk--after you had Shawn lie to me, telling me you guys were having sex, then you told me Shawn beat you up, and I believed both of you--that had me thinking about Shawn. And you. And I wasn't liking the thoughts I was hav--" "I know. Please forgive me, Matt! I'm sorry! I knew I should just tell you I was gay. Life would've been easier for you and Shawn." "And for you." "I told Shawn to tell your dad everything--the truth, so he would understand," Kirk said. "I hope Shawn had a chance to. I didn't know about him going to the seminar thing. I figured your dad could handle the facts better, and explain the important parts to my parents." That made it a little better--Shawn would have my dad to talk to. "I didn't know they were going to the seminar, either. I don't know how busy they'll be, but I'm sure if Shawn can squeeze it in, he'll talk to my dad." "Speakin' of squeezing it in--and Matt, if you don't wanna answer this, just don't--but, did you. . . you know, do it. . . put it in Shawn?" "No." "No?" Kirk breathed a sigh of relief. I wondered why that was so important to him, but then again, that was brother stuff, not my area of knowledge. "So, you're saving it for your wedding night?" "Wedding night? I wasn't planning on holding off much longer, but, I don't know about a wedding night or when that would be. Or even if we'll have one." I just could not tell Kirk that his brother made love to me first. That was private between me and Shawn. If Shawn had said it was okay to tell Kirk, I would. I even thought it was sexy that Shawn nailed me. And very well, at that. Kirk would be proud of his brother, I thought. "You can pretend or imagine. Just pick a day, and say, 'this is my wedding night.'" Kirk suddenly looked like a little boy. "Shit. You are a fuckin romantic, after all, you goof. Join the club." For the first time through all this, Kirk smiled. "Yeah." "Wedding night! I suppose you'll want a video?" "Hehe! Hell yeah. I gotta make sure you treat him right." We laughed. It was more than wonderful to have the air clear. I loved the prospect of me and Kirk getting back to normal--whatever normal would be for us now. I guess I had a lot of stuff that I had to let out--I cried, a good, long cry. After a while, I felt relieved. I felt strange, too--I knew Kirk wasn't crying now, and I wondered if he was watching me. I lay back and thought of Shawn. This time, I didn't care if Matt Junior tented the sheet, or if Kirk saw it, or whatever. I just wanted Sunday night to hurry up and get here. erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com (That's me, Eric) :-) Thanks for reading. CRAZY-FOR-THE-BOY - Chapter 12 More to come? When you write to me, please put "MATT" in your email subject line when you write. Thanks. Otherwise I will think it's spam. 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