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Chapter 8.

The Morning After

Mr. Morgan wakes up at 6:00 AM every morning. Rain or shine, weekend or weekday. This was the beginning of his ritual. Steven Morgan didn’t need to wake up so early, it was a sunday and school wasn’t open on sundays. But he found it best for both his mental and physical health. Morgan didn’t smoke and only drank alcohol on special occasions. He didn’t use any drugs, not even coffee. He felt it better not to rely on caffeine to wake himself up.

His first objective was to always stretch and make breakfast. What he ate depended on his mood but he generally tried to keep the meal on the healthy side. This didn’t stop him from occasionally indulging in sugary cereal meant for kids, if it were one of those days his choice was usually apple jacks for nostalgia’s sake. Today was an egg day though. He didn’t particularly didn’t like eggs very much but they were nutritious and it was an act of practicing self control which he always needed to keep.

Morgan didn’t think he was better than anybody for going to such lengths. In fact, he had little confidence for himself despite how well he kept his health in check. All it was is something he did for his own sake. After breakfast what he would do next depended on the day. If it was a school day he'd take a shower no later than 6:20 AM at the latest. When it wasn’t, he’d go for a thirty minute walk and save the shower for later, unless it was raining in which he’d sit on his second floor balcony and meditate. Morgan made it tenet to never look at his phone or any device that connects to the internet in such a way for at least ninety minutes after waking up.

He left his modest apartment and took his walk. This was less for his physical health and more for his mental well-being. It soothed his mind to take in the quiet surroundings, the sound of his feet hitting the wet pavement of the sidewalk of his apartment complex and the smell of dew in the morning after a night of rain. It made Morgan feel at peace, like everything was right in the world. Like he had no wants or needs other than this moment. Of course that feeling wouldn’t last forever and he’d want to go back inside, humans are fickle to varying degrees but fickle nonetheless.

Morgan contemplated taking his walks later on, when people were awake and the sun could shine down on him. It was always nice seeing the Kinsley twins playing in their yard, or roughhousing on the playground. But Morgan surmised that a quiet walk was better than one that would play into any self-indulgence. All his neighbors respected him, or at least he assumed they did. And he was always friendly back, especially to children. He had been a school counselor in the past, getting kids to like him was natural.

He took his walk around the block and stopped at the large pond adjacent to the complex. It was always a competition to what body of water the kids would use for swimming activities in the summer. After Morgan’s walk finished he had spent more time outside than he meant to, almost fifty minutes.

After a belated shower, it was finally leisure time for Morgan. Usually at this time he’d be either on his way or already at his job as a middle school history teacher. He of course still had assignments to grade and lessons to prepare. But “All work and no play” as a famous movie once said.

Morgan revved up his gaming console and took a seat on his couch. It was a secret hobby of his, videogames were something that had always brought him joy ever since he was younger. He felt no shame for being a semi-avid gamer at thirty-seven, but it was more of keeping an appearance in front of coworkers. He could undoubtedly use his knowledge of games to gain favor with his students, but he didn’t care too much for the attention. He didn’t have any real friends to tell either.

After playing a few games of Tournament Fighter X, he put his controller down and sighed. Morgan wasn’t particularly good at video games, but he never got angry with losing. It was another benefit of his rituals to boost his mental health. Now it was time to check the internet for real, maybe catch up on the news or visit his favorite forums.

He booted up his laptop and got up to grab some water. Once he got back the computer had already started and it’s internal fan was whirring. He immediately noticed he had gotten messages overnight on his chat app. He opened up the window and saw who it was. Jdawg96, Morgan scoffed at the first sight of that name. “Johnny…” Morgan said under his breath.

Fifteen messages straight, all variations of “Hey” or “Yo”. Johnny was a person Morgan met on an online forum, a forum dedicated to the most depraved and taboo interests in society. After hitting it off on their shared interest of young boys they soon become online friends. Not long after discussing topics that weren’t just fantasies about boy’s and their genitals, they discovered that not only do they live close to each other but that they both live in the same town, Haven Nest!

Morgan admitted this to be true and they met up for lunch, but after that he became recluse. Spending a day with Johnny made him realize this isn’t what he wanted to do. It was nice to have a friend who shared such interests at first, but it was soon evident that it wasn’t quite the right fit for him. They had spent most of that day perving on all the young boys that passed them by. It felt liberating, but Morgan didn’t want that liberation.

He noticed it fed into those urges he tried so tirelessly to keep in check in an offline setting. So he put his foot on the ground and started distancing himself from Johnny. They still talked every now and then, but Morgan wouldn’t share anything past his first name, which he had already told Johnny. Johnny had no clue Morgan was a middle school teacher or thank god, his past as a counselor. Morgan would keep it that way. He knew it was best not to develop a close bond with people who could land you in hot water, Morgan had already learned that lesson.

Morgan knew Johnny was a kind person, but he was eccentric and naive. If Johnny knew Morgan was a school teacher, he’d do or say something stupid with that information and Morgan couldn’t have that. Johnny basically had the mind of one of his students, except he was twenty-four. That difference in age certainly didn’t help. Morgan swallowed then sent a reply to Johnny’s bombardment of messages.

YoungGany99: What?

Ten minutes passed with no answer from Johnny. Morgan goes into a special mode of thinking when it comes to Johnny or the subject of boys. He didn’t usually go into that mode this early in the day but judging from Johnny’s constant messaging last night, it piqued Morgan’s curiosity.

Jdawg96: Bro you wouldn’t believe it!

YoungGany99: Is it so unbelievable that you had to message me 15 times late at night even though you know I go to bed early?

Jdawg96: Dam, You’re a cranky one aren’t you?

Jdawg96: Anyway you remember those Max and Jax kids you recommended I pay attention to?

“Oh no,” Morgan thought. He had a bad feeling of where this was going.

YoungGany99: Yeah?

Jdawg96: I think they live right here in Haven Nest!

“Fuck!” Morgan’s voice echoed in his apartment. He always refrained from cursing, it was a bad habit when you work with kids, but his emotions got to him. He thought of how much of an idiot he was for telling Johnny about them. Of course he’d eventually find out, the town wasn’t that large.

Jdawg96: You still there?

It had only been a minute since Morgan last replied and Johnny was bugging him.

YoungGany99: Yes, why do you think that?

Jdawg96: I don’t think, I know!

Jdawg96: I ran into one of them last night, if I was drinking coffee I would’ve spit it out right then and there. It was Max with some other little kid.

“He wasn’t with Jason?” He thought.

YoungGany99: Ok, and?

Jdawg96: So they were hiding from all the rain with no umbrella and I chatted with them. He was with his little brother Harry, and Max’s real name is Michael btw.

Morgan already knew Max was a fake name, he was there when it was conceived. As for Harry, Morgan knew Jason had a younger brother but as much as he could remember, Michael was an only child. Morgan saw no point in dwelling on it.

YoungGany99: What did you do?

Morgan already assumed Johnny already tried something stupid.

Jdawg96: I asked them if they wanted to come to my house to dry off and stuff. I was hoping to get them naked and horny.

“Of course,” Morgan groaned.

YoungGany99: You’re a real idiot sometimes, you know that?

Jdawg96: Woah, no need for name calling.

YoungGany99: Why the hell did you think they would go with you? They probably were trick-or-treating and got caught in the rain. What if they called the cops on you?

Jdawg96: They didn’t seem scared or anything, plus you saw that Michael kid on camera. He’s just aching for a full-sized cock.

“He’s already calling Michael by his real name,” Morgan dreaded.

Jdawg96: And I bet he’s already taught his little brother some neat tricks. Y’know what age I like ‘em but I don’t mind them a little younger. He had such a nice butt, I could tell by his costume.

Jdawg96: I wouldn’t mind having Michael’s dick in my mouth while I pounded his little bro’s tight ass from behind.

YoungGany99: Alright, stfu. I’m guessing they didn’t go home with you by the way you’re talking.

Jdawg96: Yeah Michael seemed like he was dodging me a little. What’s wrong? You usually love to talk about fantasies.

YoungGany99: I’m just not in the mood right now tbh.

Jdawg96: Stevie, my friend. This isn’t just a fantasy, these kids practically live right next door!

YoungGany99: I hope you’re not implying what I think you are.

Jdawg96: Why not? We have 2, possibly 3 horny boys right at our doorstep. That’s more than enough for both of us, we wouldn’t even have to share!

YoungGany99: You’re delusional if you think they’d want anything to do with you.

Jdawg96: Wtf is your problem? Since when did you have such a stick up your ass?

YoungGany99: I’m just telling you how it is.

Jdawg96: Yeah okay, all you want to do is chat about having little boys between your legs but when the opportunity arises you act like a poser?

YoungGany99: If you play with fire you’re going to get burned. DON’T DO ANYTHING!

Jdawg96: I can’t, I don’t know where they live or where they’ll be.

“Good,” Morgan thought. He prayed Johnny wouldn’t get any smart ideas.

YoungGany99: But you almost did, you have no idea if MIchael would want anything to do with an adult. Plus the little one, you don’t know what experience he has.

Jdawg96: Whatever, fuck you Steve. I thought you would be supportive and excited.

YoungGany99: Supportive and excited to get you thrown in jail? I’m the one being reasonable.

Jdawg96: Sure.

YoungGany99: If you try something and it doesn’t work out, which it won’t, then I can’t be associated with you.

There was no answer, Johnny assumingly walked away, in the figurative sense. Morgan sighed and closed his laptop. Now he would have to hope another accidental run in wouldn’t happen. He thought there was nobody to blame but himself for this.

Michael woke up, sprawled out on Jason’s couch in a clean pair of underwear. He felt groggy and his body was sore, the couch wasn’t exactly a comfortable place to sleep overnight. He started to think, “Why am I on the couch?” Then began recounting the events of last night.

After taking advantage of Harry’s body, for lack of a better term, Michael didn’t stay long after. Following the justified excuse that he was sleepy, he said goodnight to Harry then entered the closest bathroom to wash up. As he splashed warm water onto his face he looked into the mirror and felt the greatest shame, embarrassment, and paranoia he had ever felt in his short life.

“What if Harry didn’t keep his promise to keep it a secret?” “What if Jason found out?” “What if Harry realized what really happened and turned on him?” All these questions came down on him like a weight the size of a boulder. Especially the last one, where Michael knew Harry would eventually finger it out and realized he was lied to. It was suffocating, he wanted to cry himself to sleep right then and there, but the tears wouldn’t come out. He wasn’t crying and he didn’t know why.

He willed himself to get it together and sleep it off. Once he was in Jason’s room he found Jason already asleep. A blessing in disguise as Jason would no doubt find something off with him. He changed into a new pair of underwear, the small wet spot on his current ones were uncomfortable and served as a constant reminder of his deeds. He decided to sleep on the couch instead of with Jason. Michael couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t slept in the same bed as Jason, but he didn’t want to risk waking him up. Or worse, founding out Jason didn’t want him in his bed after ditching him on Halloween. He quickly and quietly fell asleep just as he hoped.

Michael didn’t want to linger on last night as he rose out of his seat and yawned. He looked around, no Jason to be seen. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and threw them on before stepping out the door. As coincidence would have it, the first thing he saw was Jason exiting the bathroom from across the hall.

Jason turned to him, “Hey.” No smile, no obvious expression.

“Hi,” Michael rubbed his arm.

“You sleep well?”

“I think so.” Michael sniffed.

“You must’ve, it’s almost noon already.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah, you were out like a light, kept talking in your sleep too.”

“No shit!” Michael didn’t remember having any dreams.

“You were just mumbling though. But I did see something hard in your pants.”

Michael blushed. “I-I’m going to go eat.” He began walking past Jason who grabbed his arm.

“Hey I gotta tell you something, by the way.” Jason smirked.

“Let me grab something to eat first, jeez.” Michael shrugged him away in a more hostile manner than he intended. Judging by Jason’s smile, Michael didn’t think it was any bad news.

“Alright Alright, I get it.”

Michael and Jason stepped into the kitchen and Michael prepared himself some cereal. Jason waited for him at the small round kitchen table, he seemed giddy to break the news to him. Michael munched down on his breakfast quietly.

“So you remember last night I said I was busy.” Jason couldn’t wait until after Michael was done eating apparently.

“Mhm,” Michael said, chewing.

“Well I was streaming while you were out trick-or-treating!” Jason revealed, half whispering and half shouting.

Michael swallowed “By yourself?”

“Yep,  made like- seventy dollars or something.”

“Holy fuck that’s awesome!, I didn’t even think you knew how to work the stream. What did you do?” The mention of money brightened Michael’s morning.

“Normal stuff, well for the most part.” Jason laughed.

“Bro come on, tell me.”

“Well they asked me to get into a bunch of different positions and tipped me money to finger my butthole.”

“Pfft” Michael bursted out laughing. His youthful fit of giggles echoed throughout the room.

“How is that funny?! I was making money!” Jason couldn’t resist laughing too.

 “No no,” Michael tried to control himself. “It’s just I didn’t think you’d ever do that. What was it like?”

“It felt kinda weird at first, but then it started to feel pretty good, in a strange sorta sense.” Jason blushed and twiddled his thumbs, “you wanna know what else they asked me to do? It was the most embarrassing part?”

“More embarrassing than having a finger up your butt in front of, how many people?” Michael grabbed another spoonful of cereal and continued eating.

“Dunno, around one-hundred and thirty or something like that,” Jason shrugged.

Michael spit his cereal back into the bowl in a comical manner, “You’re fucking with me!”

“No dude, I swear. I think we got more popular because of the videos we uploaded and they’ve been waiting for us to stream again.”

“Holy shit…” Michael had seen other accounts with more viewers before, but over a hundred people watching Jason sounded unfathomable to him.

“Anyway, they also made me say a bunch of stuff. Stuff like, ‘Fuck me daddy’ and ‘Come over here and suck my cock’.”

Michael had another laughing fit, “Alright, now THAT’S funny.” As his laughter subsided, he saw movement behind Jason’s head. He focused his eyes and barely could make out the figure peeking from the corner of the staircase. Harry was peeking his head in and watching them. Michael and Jason’s laughter must’ve attracted him. He wondered if Harry overheard anything.

“Ok but there’s another thing, you’re really gonna like this one,” Jason started.

“Wait, shh…” Michael subtly pointed past Jason. “Harry is there.”

Jason’s mood was instantly ruined. “Fucking, Harry.” Jason growled.

“Just tell me when we’re downstairs.”

Jason let out a drawn out sigh, “Yeah okay. I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re done eating.”

Once Jason had left, Michael glanced over at Harry who seemed to check if the coast was clear. He quickly ran down the stairs and straight to Michael. Harry was barely dressed in just a tanktop and a pair of colorful briefs.

“Morning Mikey,” Harry smiled.

“Sup,” Michael couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with Harry.

“What are you doing?” Despite how Michael felt about last night, it didn’t seem to bother Harry. At least not on the surface.

“Just… eating,” Michael replied, chewing.

An awkward silence began between the two before Harry spoke up again. “So… are we going to hang out again today.”

“I dunno, why don’t you ask Jason?”

“Mikey… Jason’s not going to let me hang out with you guys. He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you, he’s just an asshole.”

Harry smiled, “Yeah…” Another wave of silence washed over them for a brief moment. “Still, I want to hang out with just you. Not Jason.”

It warmed Michael’s heart a little, but also put him in a difficult predicament. He stopped eating and turned to Harry. “Harry… I have to go home later, I got school tomorrow. Plus, Jason is going to want me around and he’ll be mad if I’m not.”

Harry’s eyes swelled. “Stupid Jason, all he does is hog you. Why can’t you just tell him no?”

“It’s not… he’s my best friend, Harry.”

“Then what am I? Am I not your friend?” Harry whined.

“You are but you’re also like- You’re like a little brother to me.”

“I wish I was, I’d rather you be my brother than Jason!” Harry shouted.

“Shh shh.” Michael embraced Harry in a hug. “It’s okay, I promise I’ll hang out with you more. But if you don’t want to ask Jason if you can be around, then I can’t today.” He said as he rubbed the boy’s back.

“Please Mikey! I’ll play the weird game with you again. I’ll do anything you ask me to!” Harry pleaded, having no idea what that really meant for Michael.

“I’d love that but I can’t today, I don’t have time. Please be patient for me, alright Harry?” Michael was quite stirred by Harry’s last remark but his foremost priority was preventing him from crying.

Harry sniffed and took a step back. “Ok… I understand, I’ll be good.”

“You’re already good, and you’re strong.”

That put a smile back on Harry’s face. “Mikey, can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?”

“Can I call you my big bro… when nobody is around at least.”

Michael then realized something. Harry wanted Michael to be his brother much more than Michael wanted Harry to be his. “Of course, no problem. little bro.” He patted Harry’s head.

“Thanks, big brother.” Harry beamed. “Oh and, big brother?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you can’t hang out for just a bit, like five minutes?”

“Harry I-”

“I know I know, just really quick. I want to thank you.”

“What, why?”

“For being just a nice big brother. Do you want to play the game for just a little?”

“The game… do you mean?”

“Mhm,” Harry nodded.

“Is that what you want?” Michael had the instinct to run away right at this moment but something compelled him to stay.

“I want to make you happy… and I know you liked playing last night.”

Michael pondered if his fears were unfounded. Perhaps Harry, even when innocent, won’t hate him for giving into his urges. “Come here,” Michael beckoned.

Harry stepped closer and felt himself falling with Michael’s arms. Michael dug his face into Harry’s shoulder. Michael’s hands slowly traveled down Harry’s back and gripped his butt. “Oh!” Harry yelped.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Michael said while letting go of Harry.

“Yes!... I just don’t understand it,” Harry said honestly.

“Then why did you ask?”

“Because, I can tell you want to.”

Michael didn’t reply. He examined Harry’s body, he didn’t see any tent in his undies. “I’ll only do what you want me to do.” This is the conclusion Michael came to. He wouldn’t take advantage of Harry unless it’s something he truly wanted.

“Then… you can keep touching me more.” Harry blushed.

“Can, or want?”

“I want you to keep playing the touch game with me more, big bro.” Harry had found a new name for their secret play.

“Alrig-” Michael was interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open.

“Hurry up Mike!” Jason called out before shutting the door again.

“Welp,” Michael thought to himself. “I’m sorry Harry, I guess we’re out of time.”

Harry hung his head in disappointment. “It’s my fault.” Harry felt that his reluctance had held them back.

“No it’s not, it’s mine. Don’t blame yourself.” He hugged the boy again, “I’ll say goodbye to you before I go home, okay?”

Harry nodded. “Thanks, big brother.”

Michael pecked Harry on the cheek and cleaned his dish. “By the way, did you hear what Jason and I were talking about at all?”

Harry shook his head, “No. All I heard is you laughing and that’s when I came down.”

“Okay… good” Michael whispered to himself. “Talk to you later,” he waved to Harry and made his way downstairs to Jason’s room. Michael knew that if he was going to go through these new sensations with Harry, he’d have to keep it a secret and not look suspicious to Jason.

Once Michael was downstairs he saw Jason on the couch going through his phone.

“Finally,” Jason looked up.

“What’s so important that you couldn’t wait to tell me now?”

“What do you think about making two-hundred bucks?” Jason grinned.

To Be Continued.