Matthew Prances Out

🏳️‍🌈 A short story by Josh Terrence 🏳️‍🌈

bb/oral/anal/mast

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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I was standing in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a roasting pan filled with potatoes, asparagus spears and a pot roast when I heard the pitter patter of little feet bounding down the hallway. I covered the pan with foil and put it in the oven just in time for my 13 year old to round the corner from the living room and appear in front of me.

"Can Tommy come over?" Matthew chirped, giving me a hopeful smile as he handed over his school folders for me to look through. "I'm all done with my homework."

Looking at the clock on the microwave, I saw it was 5:15 and knew that dinner was still an hour away. I took his folders and walked over to the breakfast nook so I could sit on a stool and rifle through his work. It's almost unnecessary for me to go through his folders at this point, but being a dutiful dad, I try my best.

"What are you two up to tonight?" I asked him, and he shrugged.

"We'll probably play Half Life," he said noncommittally.

"Is he staying for dinner?" I asked, and Matthew gave me another nonchalant shrug. With a sigh, I handed him his homework back and said, "That's fine, kiddo."

"Thanks dad!" he chirped again, then he turned on his heal and bounded back down the hall while I loaded the dishwasher with the dishes we left in the sink that morning.

Ten minutes later I was sitting in the living room when I heard Matthew coming down the hall and peaked out of the kitchen just in time to see him open the front door and let his little buddy in. Tommy saw me as soon as he came in and politely greeted me, then the boys made a beeline for my son's room so they could play their video games or watch porn or do whatever it is that two seventh graders do when left to their own devices these days.

When dinner was ready I figured I'd go down the hall and invite Tommy to stay and eat. I could hear the sounds of a video playing on Matthew's laptop and wondered if the boys were immersed in someone else's stream. Not thinking twice, I opened the door to my son's bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks.

I blinked as I took in the sight of my son sitting on his bed, locked in a kiss with his buddy. Their eyes were closed and they both looked like they were moaning with bliss as their tongues danced. Not clumsily dancing, either, but skillfully moving in sync while they held onto each others' shoulders with their hands. Further down, their pants were unbuttoned and their flies were spread open, telling me that they'd been doing more than just sharing a kiss.

Not wanting to startle them and unsure how to proceed, I slowly backed out of the room and closed the door, then I slipped away.

I went back to the kitchen so I could take a deep breath and digest what I'd walked in on, then I decided to give them some cover. I came back out of the kitchen and bellowed out, "Matthew, it's almost time to eat. Is Tommy staying for supper?"

Seconds later, the door to my son's room opened and the boys emerged. Tommy looked a bit rattled but my Matthew looked like he was quite at ease as they approached me.

"Thanks for the offer Mr. Leeds but I have to get home so I can watch my sister," Tommy said. "My dad doesn't get home until 7:30 and my mom has a shift at the cannery tonight."

"No problem, buddy," I said with an easy smile, not wanting to let on that I knew what they'd been up to. "Would you like me to make a plate for you and your sister before you head home?"

"No thank you," Tommy said, smiling warmly. "Mom ordered a pizza."

"Alright buddy," I said with a wink. "If you need anything before your dad gets home, don't hesitate to give me a call."

"Thanks," he said shyly, then he slid his hands in his pockets and walked to the front door while I watched. Matthew opened the door and let him out, then he closed the door and set the lock before joining me at the table.

"Did you have a nice visit, kiddo?" I asked as I put some potatoes and pot roast on my son's plate. He smiled up at me and nodded, then he dug into his food while I took a bite of asparagus. I chewed my food, then I added, "You know, you can have Tommy over anytime you want, son."

He gave me another smile, then with a small voice, he said, "Thanks."

With that, we ate our dinner and made casual small talk about different things. We were planning to go fishing at a nearby lake on Saturday morning but it looked like the weather was going to spoil those plans. We talked about Matthew's school work and even talked about plans to go visit family for Thanksgiving.

Near the tail end of our meal, Matthew asked me, "Is it okay if I have another friend over to hang out since it's still early?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't see why not, champ."

After supper, my boy helped me load the dishwasher, then he hurried down the hall to fetch his phone and text whoever he was planning to invite over while I relaxed on the recliner and watched TV. While I was flipping through channels, Matthew walked through the family room and made a beeline for the front door. I saw him read a text that came through, then he opened the door and I thought I heard him gasp.

The sounds of two middle schoolers talking on the front porch carried into the house for a moment. I tried to make out what they were saying but they weren't talking loud enough, so I settled back into my recliner. Seconds later he ushered a tall brunette boy into the front entrance and I raised an eyebrow as we made eye contact.

"Matthew, do you want to introduce me to your buddy?" I asked, and both boys blushed.

"Yeah, this is Cameron," my son said, and I smiled warmly at the youngster. "He goes to my school."

"It's nice to meet you Cameron," I said with a nod. The boy shyly smiled back at me, revealing a shiny set of braces that were framed by a set of moist lips. The boy stood at at least 5'6" tall, while my Matthew is 5 feet tall tall, if he stands on his tippy toes. "What grade are you in?"

"I'm in eighth grade, sir," the youngster said, and I could hear his voice breaking with nervous energy.

"Well then, I'm sure you two want to get down the hall," I said, giving him a welcoming smile. I watched as my son breathed a sigh of relief, then the two disappeared down the hallway while I resumed my channel browsing.

With my feet elevated in my recliner, it didn't take me long to drift off into an after dinner slumber. I was roused from my slumber by the sound of the front door closing, so I put the foot rest down and got up from my chair. I looked down the hall and saw that my son's bedroom door was open so I peaked inside and saw he wasn't there.

Realizing that he must have gone outside, I pulled the blinds back and peaked out his bedroom window, where I saw him locked in yet another kiss. This time with Cameron, who had my son wrapped in his arms and was dipping his smaller body back. Matthew looked like he was under a spell as he enjoyed a deep kiss on the front porch, not concerned at all that someone might see him in this romantic embrace.

I put the blinds back and looked down at his bed, taking note of the fact that his covers were disheveled and looked like they'd been thrown to the side. His pillow was dented and his fitted sheet had popped free from the top right corner of his mattress. Taking a deep breath, I went back to the family room and took a seat on the couch. A few minutes later, the front door opened and Matthew came inside with an enchanted smile on his face. Without a word, he joined me on the couch as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

The next day I made it home at 4:00pm and Matthew greeted me at the door with a hug.

"Hey champ, did you have a good day?" I asked, giving my boy a warm squeeze and rubbing his back.

"Yeah, but I missed you," he said, smiling up at me with his chin resting against my torso.

"I missed you too," I said, then I kissed him on the forehead.

"Tommy's here," he said casually, still resting his chin against my stomach. "I hope it's okay. I asked him to come over for a study date."

I raised an eyebrow at his choice of words but didn't say anything except, "That's fine, champ."

"Thanks dad!" he said, then he tore down the hall while I carried my laptop bag to the living room and went to the kitchen to start supper.

About 30 minutes later I was sitting in the living room watching the news when Matthew emerged from his room with Tommy. He looked like he was under a spell as he accompanied his little buddy to the front door and bid him farewell. I expected him to walk outside with Tommy or maybe ask if he could walk to Tommy's house, but that's not what happened. Almost as if he forgot I was there, my son placed his hands on his buddy's shoulders and planted a kiss right on his mouth. Not just a kiss on the lips -- once again, it was a romantic, tongue filled kiss.

I tried to let them have their privacy but it was difficult because they were in full view. When they broke their kiss, Tommy gave me an embarrassed look while Matthew leaned into him and said, "Text me later."

With that, Tommy was gone and Matthew walked into the kitchen. He emerged with a soda in hand, casually opening it and taking a long swig as if nothing were amiss. He took a seat on the couch so I lowered the volume on the TV and engaged him.

"I take it you had a nice visit with Tommy," I said, and he nodded. "Is there anything you need to talk about?"

He just shrugged, then a text came across his phone and his eyes lit up. He gave me a pleading look and said, "Can Cameron come over for a study date?"

I was inclined to say no because I didn't know what was going on, but the look on my baby boy's face was too much for me to resist.

"Dinner's going to be ready soon, buddy," I reminded him, and once again, he gave me a pleading look. Realizing that this wasn't the hill I wanted to die on, I said, "That'll be fine, son. But later on I'd like to visit with you, okay?"

"Okay," he said with a shy smile, then he fired off a text.

Seconds later, his phone chimed with another text alert and I watched as a dreamy smile spread out across his cherubic face.

Just like the night before, my son greeted Cameron at the door before he could knock. He stepped outside for a moment and I heard him say, "You look really cute."

When they were inside, Cameron politely said hi and I greeted him warmly, then the pair disappeared down the hall for 20 minutes.

I was in the kitchen putting the final touches on our supper when they emerged from his room. I watched from the archway as they came down the hall and realized there was something different about my son. He had a relaxed posture and seemed to be letting his hips sway from side to side as he walked. At the front door, my Matthew wrapped his arms around Cameron's neck and engaged him in a French kiss. Once again, his hips seemed to be swaying sensually as they shared a goodbye kiss. When their tongues disengaged, Cameron gave me a sheepish look and quickly diverted his eyes while my boy nuzzled the side of his head into his chest.

When the bigger boy was gone, Matthew joined me at the kitchen table. We ate in silence for a few minutes, then I broached the topic of his romantic pursuits.

"So what's been going on, buddy?" I asked him through a bite of salmon.

He scooped up a bite of rice and gave me a wry look, then in a small voice he said, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow while he took his bite and chewed it up. Choosing my words carefully, I said, "You know, you don't have to tell me anything you aren't comfortable sharing, son. But I couldn't help but notice that you seem to have something special going on with Tommy and with Cameron."

He blushed three shades of red and nodded, then he picked up his glass of milk and took a drink. I decided to give him a few moments to collect his thoughts, then I went on.

"Just remember that there's nothing you can't tell me, son," I said, and for the first time since we sat down for dinner, he smiled at me.

"I know dad," he said in a voice so small it was almost a whisper, so I reached across the table and gave his little paw a squeeze.

We ate the rest of our dinner in silence, occasionally stealing glances and smiling at one another. I knew my boy was gay and he was okay with me knowing, so unless he wanted to say more, there was nothing else to discuss on the matter.

After supper, Matthew helped me clear the table and loaded the dishwasher while I put the leftovers in the fridge. While we were working, he asked, "Is it okay if I have one more study date tonight? I promise it won't take too long."

"Is it someone I know, son?" I asked, and he shook his head no while his face turned beet red.

Realizing that he was embarrassed, I closed the fridge and said, "Go ahead, son. After that, though, you need to get ready for bed and come sit with dad in the living room, okay?"

"Okay," he answered with a warm smile, then he came up to me and gave me a hug around my waist. "Thanks dad."

"You're welcome, buddy," I told him, then we resumed our kitchen cleanup.

At 7:15, Matthew greeted his study date at the front door, a short, stalky blonde with big blue eyes and a round face. As soon as he was inside, he smiled at my boy and his braces sparkled under the recessed light fixtures by the front door. Matthew took his beau by the hand and walked him into the living room to introduce him to me.

"Dad, this is Peter," he said with a dreamy smile on his face.

"It's nice to meet you, Peter," I said with a smile while the cute blond smiled shyly.

"It's nice to meet you too, sir," the boy said, his voice still pitched with prepubescence.

"Well, you two have fun," I said jovially, and Matthew gave me a grateful grin before he led his little suitor down the hall to his room.

Ten minutes later the pair emerged and once again, my son looked mesmerized. His hips were swaying left to right as he walked and he was leaning into Peter's embrace. I noticed that the blonde had his arm around my boy's shoulders, holding him close as they approached the front door. This time, instead of sharing a kiss in the foyer, they walked out front together and closed the door behind them.

When Matthew came inside, he sighed blissfully and said, "I'm gonna go take a shower, dad."

"That's fine, buddy," I said, then I followed him down the hall so I could take a shower in my bathroom and get into my robe. I peaked into Matthew's room and noticed that his bed was disheveled. The blankets were pulled back and there was a noticeable indentation in the middle of the mattress.

When I was ready for bed I sat on the couch so I could visit with my boy and talk about his day. When he reappeared his hair was damp and he was dressed in nothing but a pair of undies and his nightshirt.

"Come have a seat," I told him, patting the spot next to me. When he sat beside me, I started the conversation by saying, "So tell me about your study dates, son."

"I just felt like having boys over," he said with a shrug.

"How long have you been having study dates with boys?" I asked, and before he could shrug again, I put my arm around him and gave him a hug.

He leaned into my side and told me, "For a few weeks. Are you disappointed in me?"

"Why would I be disappointed?" I asked him, and he looked up at me with conflicted eyes.

"Because I didn't tell you before," he said, and I could tell he was blinking back tears.

"You don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable telling me, son," I reminded him. "But I'm very happy that you told me."

"I've been wanting to come out to you but I didn't know how to say it," he said ruefully, and I felt my heart break a little bit. "So I just decided to kiss Tommy in front of you instead."

"Well that was certainly an effective way to get the point across," I said with an amused tone, giving him a wink in the process. "Do you want to say it?"

He nodded, then he rested his head against my chest while I ran my fingers through his damp brown locks. Then, in the softest voice I've ever heard him use, he said, "I like boys."

"Oh yeah?" I said gently, and he nodded.

I didn't say anything. I just rubbed my boy's back with one hand and held his head with the other. He curled his legs up and hid in my chest while I tended to his emotional needs for a while. Finally I kissed him on the head and he spoke up.

"Does it bother you?"

"That you like boys?" I asked. When he nodded, I assured him, "Not at all, son."

"What about the other part?" he asked.

"That you've been kissing boys?" I clarified, and he nodded. "No, buddy."

"Thanks," he said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I thought you liked Tommy, though," I added, and he shrugged.

"I do like him," he admitted. "But I like Cameron, too. And I like Peter"

"Does Tommy know that?" I asked, and my son nodded. "What does he think about that?"

"He kinda likes Cameron, too," Tommy mumbled. "He thinks Peter's cute, too. We're all kinda seeing each other."

"I see," was all I said. "I noticed that your bed was messy."

This time my boy looked up at me and gave me a distressed look, so I eased his mind by smiling down at him and kissing him on the forehead.

"Does that make you mad?" he asked. I shook my head no and he smiled, then he said, "We were messing around."

"Oh yeah?" I said, and he responded by burying his forehead against my chest while he nodded. "Have you been messing around with boys for a while, son?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I really like it."

"Have you ever done anything that you didn't want to do?" I asked, and this time he shook his head no. "That's good, son. I never want you to do something that makes you feel uncomfortable, okay?"

"I promise, dad," he said, his voice shaky. "Dad?"

"Yeah Matthew?"

"Did I come out?" he asked me in a small voice.

"I don't know buddy," I said, combing my fingertips through his damp brown hair. "Did you?"

"I think so," he said. "I'm gay."

"Give me a hug, son," I told him, and he quickly wrapped his skinny arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around his small frame and kissed him on the side of the head, then I told him, "I love you."

"I love you too, dad," he told me. "Do I have to keep my bedroom door open when I have guys over?"

"Only if you're trying to put on a show," I told him, and he picked his head up from my shoulder and gave me a wry smile. I gave him a wink and told him, "Keep your door closed, son."

With that, I kissed him on the forehead, then we settled on the couch and watched TV before bed.

🏳️‍🌈 The End 🏳️‍🌈

Coming Soon: Matthew returns to this section of the archive in Puberty's Spell 🏳️‍🌈

Also, when it comes to anal sex, Cory treats himself to as much of it as he can. But what happens when his dad starts looking for a room mate? Find out in Cory Gets Laid🏳️‍🌈

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