Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2019 02:32:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tidus Steinbeck <neveranywhere86@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stories of an Old Boy: Matty?s Turn Chapter 3

Stories of an Old Boy: Matty's Turn
Written by: NeverAnywhere (neveranywhere86@yahoo.com)


Disclaimer:  This story mentions sexual acts between minors.  You have been
warned.

This story is also a fan-written sequel of "Stories of an Old Boy," written
by XPud and will contain characters from that story as well direct
references to the story.  If you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favor
and give it a read.  You won't regret it.


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	I wake up the next morning and slowly start to move around on my
bed.  The sunlight is coming through the blinds in my room; it's kinda dim,
so it's probably still pretty early.  I look over to Phillip, still
sleeping on the ground and smile at his goofy sleep pose.  He's got his
mouth wide open and his arms and legs are kinda at weird angles; he kinda
looks like somebody just dropped him on the floor.
	I realize I have to pee, so I get up and make a quick trip to the
bathroom. By the time I get back, I see Phillip sitting up as he tries to
wake up.  I guess he's not much of a morning person, because he looks like
he's still half-asleep--and not very happy to be awake.
	I giggle softly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."
	He looks at me all groggy and stuff; he makes this face like he's
trying to figure out if someone was talking to him.  Finally, he looks like
he's catching up to the present and says as he yawns, "No...no, you're
good.  I'm actually a very light sleeper.  But, I guess I was more worn out
than I thought, because I haven't slept like that in a while."
	I smirk a little, "Or maybe I'm just so good at massages that you
were just way too relaxed."
	"Yeah...probably."  He replies like he wasn't exactly listening,
looking around his bed area for something.  I still smile at him, though;
groggy Phillip is almost as cute as confused and embarrassed Phillip--I
don't know, maybe it's a tie.
	Phillip twists around a bit and leans back, grabbing his
backpack. I guess that's what he was looking for.  He puts the bag in his
lap and starts to dig through it.  After a few seconds of digging, he pulls
out a pill bottle.  I watch as he twists off the cap, shakes a pill into
his hand, pops the pill into his mouth and swallows.  He looks at me,
suddenly realizing I was watching him.
	"My seizure medication," he explains.
	I nod my head, but I'm also curious, so I ask, "Don't you need
water to help you swallow?"
	Phillip shrugs, "I used to.  I've been taking them for so long, I'm
just used to swallowing them."
	I just stare at him, not sure what to say.  His seizures really
don't scare me away or anything, but...god, it just breaks my heart to see
him have to deal with it.  I've had my share of frustrating problems to
deal with, but I wouldn't even know how to handle what he does.
	Phillip looks at me for an awkward moment and asks, "What's up?"
	I guess I was quiet for a bit there.
	"I was just thinking...it's gotta suck having to deal with
something like seizures; to have to remember to take the medicine or
something bad happens."
	He looks a little confused.  Like, he doesn't know how to answer
that.  "I mean, I guess so?  I don't know, I don't get them, like, everyday
or whatever...and it's pretty easy to remember the pill.  I'm sure they're
scary to watch, but for me they're just really inconvenient.  Oh,
uh...sorry again if I scared you last night, but I'm fine, really," he
gives me a sincere smile.  I can't help but smile back.
	"Well, as long as you're okay," I say.
	He smiles again, but I can see a thought occur to him, "I-I need to
shower.  Especially after last night, um...do you mind if I use yours?"
	I just smirk.  "No, I was hoping you could skip it so you'd still
be all smelly and gross," I say with obvious sarcasm.
	Phillip just rolls his eyes and giggles a little bit, "Hey, pretty
sure this smell could wake the dead," he says and kinda fans himself off
and makes a stinky face.
	I giggle a bit and he blushes, but smiles warmly, walking out of
the room to go to the bathroom.
	While he's gone, I start to straighten up the room a bit. I start
by putting the extra bedding in the closet, being careful not to knock over
my electric piano--well, keyboard. I'm not sure why I've left it in
there. I think I was making room for Phillip yesterday morning--hey, I told
you I was waiting for that day! Anyway, I'll guess I'll just take it back
out once he leaves.
	As I'm finishing making my bed, Phillip walks in, mostly dried off
from his shower; his hair is still a little damp. He looks like he's got
something on his mind.
	"What's up? Everything alright?" I ask.
	"Uh, yeah...actually, I wanted to ask you something," he says,
looking kinda nervous.
	"Yeah?" I ask, not sure where he's going with this.
	He takes a breath and continues, "So, the thing I have to do
today...well, it's a-a thing I do with m-my family, like, at my
neighborhood pool; it's called Saturday Splatterday and we go swimming,
shoot water guns and stuff," he pauses.
	"Okay," I say again.
	"W-well, I was wondering...i-if you wanted to come with me?  It's
usually pretty fun..."
	I have to stop myself from getting too carried away that he's
actually inviting me someplace.  That's kind of a new thing for
Phillip--for Old or New Phillip.  Still, I can't really contain my
excitement that much:
	"Dude!  That sounds like a lot of fun!  I'd love to come!  I'll ask
my mom at breakfast if it's okay!"
	He looks a little surprised, but smiles and blushes, "Okay, cool.
I'll have to let my mom know, too.  I didn't think you'd be that excited
about it..."
	I raise an eyebrow, kinda ready to laugh, "Why? Did you think I
didn't want to have fun outside or something?"
	He shrugs, "I don't know, I've just never really invited many
people to do stuff with me before..."
	I know the rest of that sentence is, `Because no one's ever wanted
to hang out with me before.'  It sucks to see this.  Phillip was mostly
anti-social by choice last time around, but now I think he feels...I don't
know, trapped?  I can't really tell what he's thinking, but I've been in
his shoes.  I mean, he's had a lot more life to live than I've had, but I
know what being the guy without friends or the bullied guy is like.
	I just smile and say, "Uh, hello?  What do you think we've been
doing all this time?  Of course I want to keep hanging out with you."
Plus, Phillip is cute and I want to see him look cute at the pool.
	He blushes deeper and smiles bigger, "You're right.  Thanks."
	I roll my eyes, still smiling, "No, I'm the one thanking you
because you invited me, remember?"  I stick out my tongue to make my point.
	Phillip raises his eyebrow and says, "No, I'm thanking you for
accepting my invitation."
	There's a moment of silence followed by the first round of laughter
for the day. After we finish laughing, I say, "Hey, I need to use the
bathroom to brush my teeth and stuff.  Did you need to use the bathroom for
anything else?"
	He shakes his head, "No, I'm good, go ahead.  I do need to call my
mom and check with her about today."
	I raise an eyebrow, "It won't be a problem, will it?"
	He shakes his head again, "Nah, I'm sure she'll be okay with it.  I
think she'll be surprised I invited a friend to come along, but she'll be
fine with it."
	I nod, "Okay, cool." I leave the room, trying not to freak out too
much that he called me a friend for the first time since we met.  I do my
usual morning thing. I brush my teeth; I'm pretty particular about it and
make sure I get everywhere I can reach.  Finally, I wash off my face and
fix the bed head.  I mean, I should probably shower if I'm going to the
pool later, but I figure I've got time to do that later.  Right now, I'm
starving, so thinking about anything other than food is impossible.
	I walk back into my room.  Phillip is sitting on my bed.  He's just
finishing his phone call and says, "Okay, I'll see you later.  Love you,
too."  He puts the phone away, looks at me and smiles, "She says it's okay
with her."
	I pump my fist, "Yes!"
	"I also asked if you could spend the night at our house."
	I freeze, a little surprised.  I mean, I'm totally okay with that,
but it surprised me that he would ask so quickly.
	"She said it's fine with her, so...I guess i-if you wanted to you
could."
	This might be a bit of a tough sell to Mom, but I think I'll be
okay.  I finally smile and say, "Hey, even better!  It's like we're taking
turns or something."
	He smiles, looking relieved, "That's good.  I wasn't sure if you'd
be okay with it, I know it's kinda sudden."
	I smile, "Yeah, it's a bit of a surprise, but a good kind of
surprise."
	He smiles back, "It kinda surprised me too," he laughs.  I just
laugh with him and we both head out to the kitchen for breakfast. Mom's
always up before me, so breakfast is almost ready.  Saturday breakfast is
waffles, scrambled eggs, and bacon; hey, it might not sound like much, but
it's actually the best thing ever!  Nobody makes better waffles than Mom
does.
	"So, did you boys have fun last night?  Got plenty of sleep, I
hope," my mom says, giving us a smile.
	I just roll my eyes, "Yeah, mom.  We didn't stay up too late."
	She chuckles at me, then turns to Phillip, "So, Phillip, you and
Matty have the same gym class, right?"
	He looks up from his food to answer, "Y-yes, ma'am."  I wonder how
long it'll take him to get used to being around my mom.  I mean, no
complaints here, I'm just curious.  Part of me wants him to stay all
awkward and cute.
	"Are those the only classes you guys share?" Mom asks.
	"Yes, ma'am.  I-I think so.  I-I'm mostly in GT classes, so I know
our schedules probably don't match.  Matty told me he was ahead for his
age, though, which I think is pretty cool," he finishes with a smile.
	Mom smiles back, "I'm quite proud of him, that's for sure." She
looks back at me again and I roll my eyes.  I mean, seriously?  I don't
want this to be about me!
	Mom catches the hint and looks back at Phillip, "So tell me, what
do you want to be when you grow up, Phillip?"
	I perk up at this part.  I mean, he said he wanted to be a psychic
in my last life, so I want to see what his real answer is in this one.
	Phillip gets this look, like, he's a little panicked, but more like
he's thinking.  I think only I can see the panic, though.  I'm not sure if
mom sees it.
	Phillip answers, "O-oh, I don't really know yet.  I-I guess I just
haven't thought about it that much," he trails off and looks back down to
his plate, spearing a bite of waffle and eating it.
	Mom kinda gives him a look.  Maybe she understands Phillip better
than I thought.  "Well, you certainly have a lot of time to figure it out,"
she says. "I bet you have a pretty good idea already, whether you realize
it or not." Phillip looks up a bit from his plate and smiles shyly.  Mom
gives him a warm smile back and this makes me smile, too.
	Oh wait!  I had better ask my mom about spending the day with
Phillip.  But before I can, Phillip beats me to the punch.
	"Uh, Mrs. Petersen?"
	Mom smiles, "Yes?" She doesn't correct him or anything.  She
usually corrects people when they say "Mrs" since she and Daddy aren't
together anymore.  I guess she didn't want to make him any more nervous
that he already looked.
	Phillip kinda looks down, then back up at my mom, "I-I was
wondering--if it's okay with you, that is--well...I wanted Matty to come
over to this fun thing at my neighborhood pool today...a-and maybe come
over to my house after. Y'know, to spend the night.  W-would that be okay?"
	It feels like time freezes for a moment (pretty funny coming from
me, I guess). I think that's just my nerves, though, because mom just give
me a quick look and I smile, not sure what she'll say.
	Mom just smiles and says, "Well, of course it's okay with me.
That's very nice of you to invite Matty over."
	Phillip blushes and smiles, "Thank you, ma'am."  Mom just smiles
even bigger.  "How could I not let my son spend time with someone so polite
as you?"  Phillip blushes even deeper.  "Is it okay with your parents?"
	Phillip replies quickly, "Oh, y-yes ma'am. I checked with them just
a little while ago."
	"Then it's alright by me," mom says.  Then she looks at me, "You're
going to do your homework when you get back."  There was no question there,
but I answer anyway--being as polite as possible.
	"Yes, ma'am."
	"Have you done your--overnight packing?" She means my diapers and
stuff, just in case.  She doesn't know that Phillip knows about it already,
but I'll tell her later--maybe once Phillip talks about his seizures.
	"Not yet, but I will."
	She smiles again, "Seems like you two boys have it all figured out
already.  I guess you really did hit it off."  Phillip and I just look at
each other and smile; if she only knew what I knew.
	Anyway, the rest of the morning is pretty uneventful.  We finish up
breakfast--Phillip even helps mom clear the table, which I wasn't
expecting.  I take a quick shower while Phillip plays around on the Xbox
for a bit--probably trying to practice for the next time I squash him.  As
I'm showering, I start to think about how strange all this is.  I mean,
don't get me wrong, I'm totally excited to get spend more time with
Phillip; I was going to try and do a lot more at both our houses this time
to make sure I could.  But, I didn't expect Phillip to be the one to set it
up.  Well, not this Phillip, anyway.  I guess I made a good impression on
him and he really wants to be friends...but what if it's more than that?  I
guess I'll find out as I go, but if he's interested in being "more than
friends," well...I think I can live with that.
	I finish up my shower and get dressed, then head back into my room
to pack an overnight bag.  That also means packing a diaper or two just in
case.  I'm sure things will be okay, but I always feel better having them
on me when I go someplace.  I mean, I know I can rewind to keep an accident
from happening...actually, I tell myself that a lot.  I guess I just got so
used to using them in my last life that they're kind of like...I don't
know, a security blanket or something.  Whatever.  I have my reasons.
	After playing Phillip in a few more rounds of Black Ops (and
totally kicking his butt, by the way), I hear the doorbell ring.  A few
seconds later, I hear mom yell, "Phillip, your mom's here!  You two get out
here!"
	Phillip and I look at each other, share a huge grin, then grab our
stuff and bolt for the front door. We both get there and I see Phillip's
mom and my mom talking.  Okay, this is super important to me because I
didn't really get the chance to know Phillip's parents the last time
around.  If I'm going to keep seeing Phillip--or start, I guess--I need to
spend time with his parents.  I also need them to really like me, so I hope
I don't screw anything up.  I mean, I am prepared to rewind if I so much as
sneeze wrong or something.
	I take a breath to calm down (but really, because I also just
sprinted for the door) as I get ready to meet Phillip's mom...again.  His
mom smiles at me, "So this must be Matty.  It's very nice to meet you," she
holds out her hand and I take it in mine.
	"Hello, ma'am.  It's nice to meet you, too," I say with a smile.
	She goes on, "So, are you ready for your first Saturday
Splatterday?" she asks with this face adults use when they're trying to get
kids excited for stuff.  Lucky for her, she doesn't have to try to get me
excited.
	"Yes, ma'am," I say.  "Phillip was telling me all about it and it
sounds like a lot of fun.  Oh, and thank you for letting me spend the night
at your house tonight."
	She smiles warmly, "Anybody who's a friend of Phillip is always
welcome to come around."  She looks to Phillip, "How about you, kiddo?  You
ready to go?"
	Phillip smiles, "Yes, ma'am.  Even got a big breakfast."
	Phillip's mom looks to my mom, "That reminds me, thanks so much for
looking after him.  I hope it wasn't too much trouble."
	Mom waves her off, "Oh, no trouble.  Matty's a pretty good judge of
character so I never have a problem with any friends he brings over.
Speaking of which, Phillip is so polite.  He even helped me clear the
table, so I'm tempted to keep him here and see if he cleans windows."
	Phillip and I both giggle a little, while Phillip's mom gives him
the look my mom gives me when I make good grades.  After that, the moms say
their goodbyes and I give my mom a hug and we're off to the pool!  During
the car ride, I get the same questioning from Phillip's mom that he got
from my mom--how did you two meet, what classes do you have together, and
all that.
	After the questions, she says, "It was very nice of you to invite
Phillip over, Matty."
	I see Phillip blush a little, probably because he doesn't want his
mom to make a big deal out of it.  But I just say, "It was nice to have him
over.  He's a lot of fun to be around."  Phillip gives me a look, like he's
thinking about how to respond to that.
	His mom responds, "Well, you two seem to enjoy each other's
company.  Oh, Phillip, I brought your swimsuit so we wouldn't have to run
back to the house to get it.  You and Matty can just change in the changing
rooms."
	Phillip replies, "Got it.  Thanks, mom."
	Not long after that, we arrive at their neighborhood pool.  It's
actually more like a giant community center with a pool.  We walk into the
building part and it's really nice.  There's like a lunch counter with a
bunch of tables and chairs in separate area that looks out on the pool.
The seating area is actually open to the pool and, man, are there a lot of
people!  I see kids older and younger than me running around outside with
squirt guns and just about any pool toy you can think of! We head off to
another side of the building; there are fewer people over here, though.
There's a nice closed off locker area in one section; the next block is
just two big openings to male and female bathrooms.
	"Okay," Phillip's mom says, "I'll go find the girls and your
father.  I'll make sure we get a table where you can see us."
	"Mom," Phillip says, "Can we get some money to get some ice cream?"
He smiles, trying to get his way.
	She just looks at him with a smirk, "Okay," she says as she fishes
some money out of her purse.  Before she hands it over, she pulls it up
just out of Phillip's hand and says, "But that's all you're getting here
except for water.  I don't want you to spoil your appetite for lunch."
	Phillip rolls his eyes, "Yes, ma'am."  He grabs the money and we
both bolt for the changing rooms, swimsuits in hand.  Well, actually, we
had them in our bags, but you know what I mean.
	The changing room is huge!  Well, bigger than I thought it would be
anyway.  There's a bunch of different stalls in here for privacy and a
giant bench stretching out on the side wall.  It also looks like we're the
only ones in the room.  I guess everyone is already outside; no telling
when someone else will come in, though, so I set my bag down on the bench
and take my shirt off.  As I put the shirt away and grab my trunks, I turn
around to see Phillip staring at me in shock.
	"Uh...what are you doing?" He asks.
	I sit down and take off my shoes.  "Um, changing?" I say, trying to
not laugh at his shock.
	Phillip's mouth kinda drops open, but he tries his best to pull
himself together.  He looks nervously to the door and whispers, "What if
someone comes in?"  It's one of those whispers people do when they're about
to yell something, but try their best to keep calm.  I'm really finding all
of this to be funny.  I know, it's a little mean to laugh at him being so
nervous--I mean, it's not like he knows about my time travel powers yet.
What can I say?  I like when I can torture him a little bit. Plus, rewind
powers make this not seem so risky. For now, though...
	"I guess I'll just have to be quick then," I say with a smile.
"Besides, I don't want to waste time.  I'm really excited to get out
there!"  With that, I stand up and I shuck off the khaki shorts I was
wearing, leaving me in just my underwear and socks.  I look over to see
Phillip still staring at me.  Well, he's staring at my butt; I can see that
plainly.
	"Phillip?" I ask with a smile. He snaps out of it and looks at me.
"Are you gonna change or what?" I say, still smiling, trying not to look
like I'm enjoying this too much.
	"Uh, r-right," he says and takes off his shirt.
	Now, I know Phillip is gay.  I mean, no duh with all we've lived
through and done.  He also used to tell me that he figured that out pretty
young in his life.  But, I`m curious if he knows it now--y'know, New
Phillip.  Man, it's still hard trying to distinguish them sometimes,
despite their little differences.  Anyway, I want to know for sure that he
knows what he likes.  Again, no I'm not gonna just jump all over him if he
is, just...argh!  I'll try not to overthink this, but my brain is giving me
way too much to think about.
	Anyway, I decide to turn around and drop my underwear.  Next, I
turn a bit to grab my trunks; my heart is racing because this is one of the
most bold things I've ever done.  I must be crazy.  As I pick up my trunks,
I catch Phillip out of the corner of my eye.  I swear, it looks like I just
broke his brain, because he's just ogling me at this point.  But I figure I
better get a move on so it's not too obvious what I'm doing.  I put on my
trunks and slide them up, trying not to laugh at the face I'm sure Phillip
is making now.
	Now fully dressed for the pool, I put my stuff in the bag.  I
realize I'm still wearing my socks, so I sit down to take those off and
look at Phillip.  He's more or less snapped out of his trance now and is
slowly taking his pants off; his feet are bare, so I guess he took off his
shoes and socks when I wasn't looking.  Then he hesitates for a moment.
I'm still going through my bag to make it look like I'm not paying him any
attention.  The next thing I know, he turns around and drops his underwear.
As he quickly tries to put on his swimsuit--he's really nervous because
it's not exactly going smoothly--I find myself staring a little.  Now, I
don't know if I like looking at everybody's butt...but I do like looking at
Phillip's.  Hey, it's been a while, okay!?  I never had much chance to
stare at it before, but the more I look, the more I like it.  See,
Phillip's skin is kinda more tan than mine.  Like, naturally, you know?
Anyway, this makes the tan lines on his butt more noticeable.  In Phillip's
case, it's like the tan lines are a frame for his well-toned butt and
hamstrings; a nice, light olive next to his more tan back, chest and
feet. Speaking of his hamstrings, seriously, how have I never noticed his
legs until last night?  I mean, his legs are, like, sculpted or something.
Man...how did I get so lucky? I smile a bit before snapping out of it.  I
know he was staring at me, but I don't want to be creepy about it, you
know?
	We both finally manage to change for the pool and nobody walked in
on us to make it awkward!  Good thing, too...I didn't really want to rewind
that.  It was too much fun.
	Phillip seems mostly back to normal, although I do see him
adjusting himself in his swimsuit.  I smile to myself. I guess I really did
get my answer.
	"Oh hey," he says, "Mom gave me the sunblock. I can help you put it
on your back, if you want."
	I look at him for a quick moment.  He seems pretty, I don't know,
calm about it...but I'm sure he's trying not to freak out.  Whatever, I'll
let him put some on me.
	"Sure," I say with a smile as I turn around.  I can hear the lotion
bottle make that farting noise as he squirts some into his hand.  We both
giggle at the noise.  Probably also because we're both pretty
nervous--well, him more so than me, I think.  Anyway, he starts putting the
lotion on my shoulders.  He spreads it around a little slowly at first,
then he kinda speeds up as he works it down my back.  I'm trying my hardest
to stay calm.  He slows down again at my lower back, but I'm not sure if
it's because he's enjoying it too much or so he doesn't accidentally touch
my butt--but it's probably both.  Next he moves down to work my legs,
quickly moving up to the leg of the swimsuit, then back down to get my
feet.
	I turn around and he hands me the bottle.  "Here you go," he says,
still looking pretty calm about the whole thing.  I take the bottle.
	"Thanks," I say with a smile.  I cover the other half of my body in
lotion, quickly rubbing it in.  Then I look to Phillip, who's putting his
shoes in his bag.
	"Hey," I say, getting him to look at me.  "Let me get your back.
It's the least I can do, right?"
	He looks a tiny bit nervous, but still kinda answers calmly, "Uh,
sure.  Thanks."  He turns around and I move behind him, squirting some of
the lotion into my hand.  I basically do the same as he did for me, only I
go a little slower.  He tenses a bit, then relaxes as I work it into his
shoulders and neck, keeping an even pace as I work my way down his back.
I'm not pressing into his muscles or anything, just enjoying the feeling of
his bare skin. When I get to his lower back, he tenses even more, but I
keep going. I work around his waistline, being careful not to let my
fingers stray too far.  Then, I go down to his legs.  He's got little
bristly hairs that I can feel.  It's not like his legs are super hairy,
exactly...just hairy compared to mine.  Anyway, I lotion up his feet and
stand up, satisfied with the work.  Phillip's eye are, like, half-closed
and he has this look on his face like he's somewhere else.  God, that look
makes smile.
	"All done!" I say, trying to sound like that was no big deal.
	 I'm still behind him, but I can see him slowly snap out of it.  He
looks around, then down.  As he looks down, he gets this blush on his face.
I'm pretty sure I know why.
	He doesn't turn around, but says, "Uh, you go ahead.  I-I'll meet
you out there."
	"Is everything okay?" I ask him, trying not to sound like I know
what's up.
	He still has his back to me and to the door, "O-oh, no problem.  I,
uh...just have to pee."
	I smirk and say, "Are you sure?  If that's all, I can wait for you
here."  It's only funny to me because of how he used to not care if he ever
popped a boner somewhere.  I mean, I don't care if he has one.  He needs to
see that I don't care.
	He keeps on, though, back still turned, "Y-yeah, I'm sure. I don't
want to hold you up or anything," he laughs nervously.  God, his blush is
getting even deeper.  Part of me hates that I find his being so
uncomfortable cute...but that part of me is usually drowned out by the
other half of me that won't shut up about how cute he looks to me.
	But, I do also want him to not care so much about it.  I want him
to be comfortable around me.  I put my hand on his shoulder and he flinches
just a bit, probably more surprised by the sudden touch than anything.
"It's okay," I say, "I don't--"
	But before I can finish, I hear some people open the door and walk
in, talking to themselves.  Almost before either of us can react, they
round the corner into the changing room; two boys that look to be about 16
or so.  Phillip, shocked at the sudden entrance, turns toward the sound
coming toward him without thinking.  This, of course, gives the boys a good
look at his tented-out swimsuit; the swimsuit isn't really that baggy
either, so it's obvious.
	One boy taps the other on the shoulder and whispers something I
can't hear to his buddy, but they're looking at Phillip, so I know they`re
talking about the boner. I look over to Phillip and what I see isn't
exactly a turn on anymore.  His face has gone beet red and he's just
standing there with his mouth hanging open. He's practically frozen in
place and has no idea what to do. Two older boys have seen him with a boner
in the pool changing room.  With another boy.  At his neighborhood pool.
It's gotta be too much for him.  I decided I won't let that go any further
than I already have.  This is not the kind of thing I want to happen to
Phillip.  I mean, I think he looks cute when he's embarrassed, but this is
too far.
	I close my eyes and think back, rewinding the moment.  I open my
eyes and I'm standing behind Phillip again.  He looks around, then down,
then sees his boner, again.
	"Uh, you go ahead. I-I'll meet you out there," he stammers out
again.
	I put my hand on his shoulder, he flinches again, but looks at me.
I look him in the eyes, trying to show that I know why he's embarrassed.
"Do you need to pee?" I ask.  He just stares at me for a few seconds, then
nods quietly.
	"Well, go duck into one of those stalls real quick.  I think I hear
someone coming." He looks quickly to the door, then to me.  Finally, he
scrambles to the stall. By the time he's locked himself in, the boys come
back into the restrooms.  I start to get our stuff packed back together,
then sit on the bench waiting for Phillip.  The two boys head into two
other stalls, and start changing.
	It takes a minute or two, but Phillip finally comes out.  He seems
to be more calm and his boner's gone down.  I look at him and smile.  He
smiles back at me warmly.
	"You ready?" I ask.
	"Yeah.  Let's go," he says.
	We grab our stuff and walk out of the changing room.  We start to
walk down the hall back to the cafe area.  We get to a stretch of the
building where it's just us walking down the hall when Phillip grabs my
shoulder.
	I turn around, "Yeah? What's up?"
	"Th-thanks.  For, y'know..."
	I raise my eyebrows with a slight smirk.  "Yeah?"  I'm not trying
to embarrass him this time, honest.  I just want to try to get him to talk
about this stuff--to be comfortable talking to someone about it.
	He inhales, then continues, "For helping me out back there.
I...got a boner and...those guys almost saw it, but you saved me. I don't
know what I would've done if they had seen it," he pauses a bit and
exhales. "Seriously, no one does that kind of thing for me," he finishes,
looking down and away from me.
	My smile fades here.  He used to say stuff like that back in our
last life. I always thought it was funny when he said no one ever stood up
for him before, because I never thought someone like him would need it.
But he does now, just like I needed it once.
	I move so I catch his attention.  He looks me in the eye and I
smile.
	"You don't need to be embarrassed around me, okay?  Stuff like that
happens.  Besides, I'll always do what I can to protect you."
	He smiles back at me, eyes still a little watery.
	"I mean, I'm psychic, right?  I should probably use those powers
for good or something..." I give him a silly grin.
	He just sort of snorts before he bursts into a giggle.  Of course,
this makes me giggle, too.  After a few seconds, he rubs his eyes and
exhales.
	"Thanks," he says.  "I think I needed that."
	"Anytime," I say.  There's a moment of silence, which I try to
break.  "Hey, didn't you say something about ice cream?"
	His face lights up, "Oh yeah! Come on!"
	We dash over to the cafe area to get some food. Thankfully, there's
no one in line, so we both get our ice cream pretty quickly.  Phillip gets
a scoop of rocky road, while I just get an orange creamsicle.  I freaking
love these things! They're, like, an orange popsicle but they've got this
vanilla ice cream in the center.  We both grab our treats and make our way
to the pool area.
	The pool is actually pretty big.  Like, Olympic-sized big.  I mean,
I don't really know how big that actually looks, but this pool seems like
it fits that description.  We both look around for a moment until we spot
Phillip's family at a table furthest away from the pool.  They probably
picked that table because of the size of our group.
	Phillip does have a pretty big family.  Well, I guess any family is
bigger to me, since it's just me and Mom.  Anyway, this is the part I've
been a little nervous about.  Last time I met Phillip's family, he was the
super confident, thousand year-old kid.  He could, y'know, talk to them
better than I could.  I barely got to know them last time around, so I'm
excited but nervous about getting things right.  I'm probably going to
rewind a whole bunch.  Argh!  Just stay calm!  They're nice people.  You've
got this.
	Phillip and I finally get to the table where his family is sitting
and waiting.  I see his sisters sitting in between the parents.  I didn't
see them that much, but I think I remember who's who. Katie looks sorta
similar to Phillip with her long, dark hair; she's kinda...laid back, I
guess?  But Stephanie is all energy and reminds me of some of the girls at
school. Her hair is more frizzy like her mom's; like the energy she has is
trying escape through her hair or something.  I know, that's a weird way to
look at it, but it helps.  Honestly, they even check their phones and stuff
differently.  Seeing that was a pretty big reminder.
	Phillip's mom gives us a smile, "There you boys are.  I think
they're about to pass out some of the pool toys soon, so you're right on
time."
	Phillip's dad looks over to us with a slight smirk and a raised
eyebrow, "Phillip?  Aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?"
	"Oh yeah," Phillip says.  "This is Matty.  H-He's a friend from
school."
	I smile and do a polite wave while Phillip continues, "Those are my
sisters, Katie and Stephanie," he says as he points to them, and I'm proud
of myself that I remembered their names.  I get a nod from Katie and a
"hello" from Stephanie; I say "hi" to them. Phillip goes on, "And this is
my dad."
	Phillip's dad sticks out his hand, "It's good to meet you, Matty."
	I shake his hand with a small smile.  "It's nice to meet you,
Mr. Bontemps.  Thanks for letting me hang out with Phillip today."
	"Hey, no problem there," he smiles, "The more, the merrier.  It was
nice of you to have Phillip over to your house yesterday."
	Stephanie butts in and says with a grin, "Yeah, the house was
actually quiet for once."
	Phillip just sticks his tongue out at her, "What? Didn't have any
boys calling you to keep you busy?" he says with a smirk.
	I giggle a little bit at the two of them
	"Stephanie, Phillip," Phillip's mom says firmly, "Can we please can
the bickering while there's a guest here?"
	Phillip looks away, rubbing his neck. "Sorry, mom."
	Stephanie rolls her eyes, "Yeah, sorry."
	Their mom just gives Stephanie a look--y'know, the "mom"
look--before she looks at me, trying to change the subject.  "So, Matty,"
she says, "I hope you're enjoying yourself."
	"Oh, yes, ma'am," I say excitedly.  "This place is pretty neat.
And the pool is huge!"
	Phillip's mom smiles, "Well, good.  I'm glad.  We usually have a
lot of fun, so it's nice when Phillip gets to bring a friend around."
Phillip blushes a little bit, but I just smile.  "Oh, Phillip, make sure
you take your medicine before you go play."
	Almost automatically, he reaches for bag and fishes out the pill
bottle. It's kinda weird seeing him just react to that reminder.  Like it's
a reflex.  Makes sense, though. Really, the way he reacts and the way his
mom talks to him about it, it's like I'm not even here.  Anyway, he pops in
the pill, no water like before.  He does kinda have this frustrated look on
his face, though.  I feel bad for him because I know he hates having to
feel different or whatever, but I'm just glad he's taking them...that he's
healthy.
	 His mom insists that he drink some water though.  She says she
doesn't like him taking it on an empty stomach.  "And, no," she says, "Ice
cream doesn't count." It looked like Phillip was about to say that, but he
quickly stops, with a slight pout.  She gets out a bottle of water and a
granola bar, handing them to Phillip.  Man, she comes prepared.  I guess
that's what moms do, though.  My mom's always been pretty awesome about
that sort of thing.
	After he finishes his granola bar, he looks at me and says, "Come
on, let's go!"
	"Go where?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
	He laughs, "Duh!  The pool!  They're gonna start dumping in all the
toys soon and I want to get a good one."  He gets up quickly, walking super
fast over to the pool.  I get up and follow him.  As I follow, I catch
myself sort of staring at Phillip's back, watching his shoulders work back
and forth as he speed walks.  I've seen him shirtless dozens of times, but
never, like, outside.  His skin's already pretty tan, but now it looks, I
don't know...golden?  I can't explain it, but I know I like it.  I mean, I
always like the way he looks, obviously.  This is just, like, a whole new
side to him.  I need to get him outside more often.
	We make it to the edge of the pool and jump in together.  We both
do a cannonball and time it so we splash at the same time.  When we come
back up for air, we have a laugh and give each other a high-five.  Soon we
notice some of the lifeguards come out to the sides of the pools carrying
these big boxes.  Phillip takes one look and swims over there super fast.
I take off to keep up, wondering what's got him so excited.  As soon as I
get there, I find out why.  They're passing out water guns!  And not just
these, like, cheap water guns you get for like a dollar.  Some of these are
huge with the water bottle tanks and the pumps.  This is pretty cool.
	Phillip got there before me, so he's up there trying to get some
guns before the other kids do--and there a few of them grouped around the
lifeguards.  I look around the pool and notice that other lifeguards have
started to throw in some pool noodles.  Like, way more pool noodles than
I've ever seen in my life.  They really go all out for this thing.
	Soon, I hear some splashing nearby moving my way.  I turn to look
and Phillip's holding these two giant water guns out of the water with a
big grin on his face.  "Okay, so you might kick my butt in Black Ops," he
says, "but I bet I'm much better than you with a water gun."
	I raise my eyebrow and smirk, "Oh yeah?  Guess we'll just have to
see about that!"
	He drops my gun in the pool and scrambles to fill the water bottle
of his gun.  I grab mine, trying to catch up.  As I'm filling my bottle, I
look up and see that he's almost got his back on the gun.  I drop my gun
for a second so I can splash him with my free hand.  The water hits him
right in the face!  He sputters and giggles, "You're so gonna get it for
that!"
	I splash him again to try and keep him off balance, giggling while
my water bottle finishes filling.  I finally attach the bottle to the gun
and pump the water like crazy.  I have to turn around to do it because
Phillip points his water gun at my head and starts firing.  Anyway, I
finish pumping and turn around and Phillip and I try our best to shoot each
other into submission, laughing like idiots the whole time.  I look over to
my side and see some other kids kinda headed for us, looking like they're
going to team up on us.  I hold up a hand to Phillip to stop.  He raises
his eyebrow, but I just point off to the two kids headed right for us.  He
turns to look, then turns back at me with his trademark evil smirk (just
trust me on this, it's totally an evil smirk).  Then, we turn around and
catch the kids off guard, unleashing whatever's left in our water guns.  We
start to run out and the kids pump their guns, grinning and giggling.
Phillip and I just laugh and dive under the water, swimming away.  I see
Phillip unscrew the bottle off his gun while swimming as he fills it up
safely under water.  Man, why didn't I think of that earlier?  I quickly
copy him and a few seconds later, we pop back up, find the kids and the
shooting match continues.  Basically, Phillip and I spend the rest of the
time in the pool, fighting off any kids that come near us.  We sort of turn
into the unstoppable team with these water guns.
	Finally, after a lot of running around in the pool and swimming and
diving and reloading and laughing, we climb out of the pool using one of
the ladders.  I let Phillip go first so I can stare at his butt (hey, I
don't like to let a good chance to appreciate Phillip pass me by).  After
we get out, we walk off to the side, out of the way of the people and sit
down next to each other.  Then, we just sort of fall back together, lying
on our backs, arms stretched as we look at each other and giggle.  We're
both a little wiped out from all the running around, so we're panting a
little bit.
	"That," I say with a big smile, "was the best fun ever!"
	"Totally," said Phillip.  "We make the best water gun team."  He
laughs a bit.
	I giggle, "Yup...once you stopped shooting me in the face."
	He laughs harder, "Hey, I had to get my revenge for all the Black
Ops kills."
	I giggle again.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see him kinda prop
himself up a bit, moving to lay down on his side.
	He looks at me with a smile, "I don't think I would've had nearly
this much fun without you, though.  Stephanie's kinda getting way too
protective of her hair--or she's too busy trying to text boys or whatever.
Katie just kinda sits around so she can tan.  They just got to be too
boring to hang around all the time, so...thanks...y'know, for coming."
	He finishes with a blush and I just smile as I turn to him,
"Seriously?  I should be thanking you!  I can't remember the last time I
had that much fun."
	He blushes a bit, still smiling, "Well, I hope you don't get too
bored when we go back to my place, what with my sisters around and
everything."
	I smirk, all kinds of ideas running through my head, "Oh, I think
we'll be okay."
	He just kinda gives me a weird look and laughs, "If you say so."
	We hang out at the pool a bit longer.  We swim around, dunk each
other under the water, do fancy jumps and all that.  After a while, his mom
calls out and says it's time to go, so we get out and dry off.  His parents
are anxious to actually get us some real food for a late lunch, so they
tell us we can change when we get home.  I'm trying really hard not to look
too excited at the possibility of getting some privacy to ogle Phillip some
more. Y'know, if he wants to change in front of me again.
	The car ride to his home is short at this point, since we're
obviously at his neighborhood pool.  Soon enough, we're back at the
Bontemps house.  It's much bigger than my house, since it's got an upstairs
and everything.  I mean, I'm probably just imagining that because it
doesn't feel bigger, y'know?  It's got a few more bedrooms than my house,
but the rooms in my house are bigger. I got to spend a little bit of time
here last time, but it's been a long time since I've been back. Y'know,
it's actually pretty weird walking into a place you've been into before for
the first time.  Man, that sounds confusing.  But that's how stuff is for
me this time around, I swear!  Argh!  Whatever.  Maybe I'm just nervous?
Actually it's more excited.
	We walk through the door and I look to Phillip.  He looks sorta
nervous; like he's not sure what to do next.  His dad breaks him out of his
trance, touching him on the shoulder.
	"Hey, Phillip, why don't you show Matty your room and you two can
hang out there?  I've got to start working on my grill prep, so you guys
have some time before dinner."
	"Okay," says Phillip.  Then he looks at me with a smile, "Come on,
Matty.  I'll show you my room."
	We make our way upstairs, Phillip's mom calling after us: "You boys
put your suits in the hallway hamper, okay?  I've got to do some laundry,
so I don't want to miss them in the bathroom or something."
	Phillip calls back, "Okay, mom."
	Eventually we finally make our way into Phillip's room.  I notice
on our way up that Stephanie is walking in to the bathroom with a bundle of
clean clothes.  I turn around to look at Phillip's room again.
	In our last life, Phillip's room was pretty normal looking.  Like,
there wasn't much decoration or kid stuff everywhere.  I guess after being
alive for a thousand years that sort of stuff doesn't really matter to you.
Now it's different, though.  I mean, it still kind of looks like "Old
Phillip's" room, because it's pretty organized and neat.  Now, though,
there are little details in the room that make it feel more like a kid's
room.  The far wall has a couple of posters from bands I've never heard of;
there's a small bookshelf filled with books and some little
collectible-type figures--I think they're called Funko pops or something.
Besides that, there's a little place for PC games and Playstation games.  I
mean, besides his computer, there's not much else.  There's a lot of open
space for a kid's room, but I gue---wait, what's that?
	My eye suddenly catches on something just kind of sitting in a
corner of the room: an acoustic guitar.  Now that is something entirely
new.  I didn't think Phillip had ever played an instrument before.  Did he
mention it and I just forgot?  The few times I heard him sing, I always
thought he sounded okay, but it's not like he ever went out of his way to
sing for me.
	Phillip kinda moves to his bed and puts his bag down, turning to me
nervously, "So, you like my room?  I know it's not as filled with cool
stuff as yours, but..."
	I snap out of it, "No, I like it.  I think I was just amazed at how
organized it all is."
	Phillip blushes a bit, "Y-yeah, that's partly because of my
parents, but...I really like things to be organized, I guess?  I think
having everything organized helps to deal with the seizures and stuff," he
rubs his neck and laughs.  "But I'm not sure if that makes any sense."
	"No," I say with a smile, "I think I get it."  I turn to look at
his guitar again, "Hey, you didn't tell me you played guitar," I say.
	He blushes a lot, "O-oh, yeah, I guess I just forgot.  Not like
people usually bring it up or anything."
	I just nod, "Do you know any good songs?  Maybe you could play me
some!"
	He blushes even deeper, my heart goes crazy.  "Uh, I'm not really
that good at it.  I don't really know any cool songs, either.  Sorry."
	I just smile and decide not to push the issue.  If he doesn't want
to play for me now, that's fine.  "Okay," I say.  There's an awkward pause.
We still haven't changed out.
	"So, I think your sister took over the bathroom..." I say.
	Phillip just rolls his eyes, "Yeah, she'll probably be in there for
a while.  I doubt Katie will be done any quicker.  It's a miracle I get to
use any bathrooms around here."
	I just giggle at him and he smiles.
	"Is it okay if we change in here?" I ask.
	He blushes again a tiny bit, "Yeah, that's fine."
	I smile, "Great!  Don't want to sit around in a swimsuit all day."
	I toss my bag down and fish out the clean clothes I brought with
me, putting them on the bed.  I turn around and drop my suit.  I turn
around and catch Phillip staring at my butt again.  Every superhero has a
weakness--I guess Phillip's weakness is my butt.  I slowly pull my
underwear up, checking over my shoulder again to see Phillip snap out of
it.  He turns around next, and starts to drop his own suit.  It's my turn
to stare and appreciate this time.  Not just his butt, either, although
it's hard not to focus on it since it's so much paler than his back and
shoulders.  The firmness of those sculpted leg muscles, moving as he steps
into his clean undies. I mean, all together it makes for quite the show, so
I'm not complaining.  I finish dressing as he pulls up his undies,
unintentionally showing off his shoulders.  Just a little broad, glowing a
little red from the sun at the pool.  I might be Phillip's weakness, but I
guess he's mine, too.
	Anyway, we finally get dressed and go to put our suits in the hall
hamper.  As we come back into the room, I say to Phillip, "You know, I
didn't tell you, but I can play the piano."
	He turns to look at me and gets that spaced-out look in his eyes.
"Yeah, that makes sense," he says almost to himself.  Then he snaps out of
it and he catches himself.  "Uh, I mean...Never mind.  Brain being weird
again," he mumbles.
	"No," I say.  "What do you mean?"
	He looks at me and sighs, "It just felt like I knew that or
something. Told you: weird brain."
	I just smile, "Maybe you're a little psychic, too."
	He just kind of laughs it off, "Yeah, maybe."
	"But I know what you mean," I offer.  "Sometimes, I'll meet
somebody and really get along with them.  Like, before I ever really know
them or anything about them.  Then I find out that, like, we both like the
same games or we both play an instrument.  I guess people pick up on that
sort of thing from each other," then I giggle and blush.  "I don't know,
maybe that doesn't make much sense."
	He just looks at me, like something clicked into place.  "No.  No
that makes sense, I guess.  I've had something like that happen a few
times."
	I just nod and let it go for now.  I think I caught him tripping up
on a memory or something.  I'm not gonna try to trigger any past memories
or anything tonight, though.  I mean, last time I did that, he had a
seizure.  Well, maybe the seizure wasn't entirely my fault?  Argh!  I don't
know!  Point is I'm not going to push too hard for him to remember
anything.  I just want to enjoy the time with him.
	We spend the next hour or so just sort of playing around on his
computer. He's got Minecraft on it and I just kinda watch him play and
build; he offers to let me play a bit, but I tell him I don't mind watching
(I do have it at home).  I really like watching him play, though.  He gets
really focused on the building and gathering, kinda talking to himself
before he follows through with his plan.
	Anyway, not long after that, we get called down to dinner.  We head
downstairs and I look at the kitchen, smelling the burgers being brought in
fresh from the grill.  Holy cow, that's a lot of food!  Do his parents do
this every time he has company over or do they have to cook that much for
three kids all the time?  Spread out on the dining room table are the
burgers and the toppings, a big bowl of mac and cheese, corn on the cob,
and a couple of salads.
	My mouth must be hanging open or something, because I hear Phillip
giggle next to me.  I turn to him and he just says, "Wait until you taste
it.  Especially the burgers."
	I just smile.  I've had the burgers before, of course, but he
doesn't need to know that yet.  Still working on that timing.
	Anyway, Phillip and I load up our plates and sit down.  We have to
work around Katie and Stephanie; his parents are still in the kitchen
getting a few last things.  Phillip's plate ends up with two cheeseburgers
(with bacon, of course--I forgot how much he loves burgers), a little mac
and cheese and a tiny bit of the salad.  I just get a burger, but load up
on sides, except for salads.  Pretty soon, the rest of the family has their
plates set and we're all sitting down eating.
	I'm pretty quiet here for the most part.  There's a lot that goes
on at dinners with a family of five, so I'm happy just to sit and watch. I
mean, I get the same round of questions from Phillip's dad that his mom
gave me and I answer, politely as I can.  Next they ask Phillip about his
day at school, since they didn't really get to check in with him.  Phillip
gives short answers, really more interested in eating his burgers than he
is in talking.  After a while, they go back to me.
	"So, Matty," Phillip's mom asks, getting some salad on her fork,
"Did you have fun at Saturday Splatterday?"
	I smile really big and answer, "Yes, ma'am.  It was a lot of fun!
Phillip and I were, like, kings of the pool!"
	I see Phillip smile and giggle.  Actually, the whole table looks
like they're smiling.  Whatever.  I can ham it up if I want to.  So, I
decide to tell some of the more exciting stories of our water gun wars.
Well, they're exciting to me and Phillip, I guess.  But his parents seem to
be entertained by the story.  Stephanie kinda giggles at how silly I'm
being and Katie just smiles a bit.  So, I think I'm at least making them
laugh.  That's a start, right?
	Anyway, I finish the story and I'm expecting a round of applause or
something.  I mean, I impressed myself with the storytelling there.
Phillip kinda looks at me with a giggle, while his mom just smiles at me.
	"Well, I'm glad you and Phillip had such a good time.  That'll be
the last one like that in a while, now that school's started back, so I'm
glad you could enjoy it," she says.
	"Oh, that's fine," I say, "I think Phillip and I could find a lot
of cool stuff to do together.  He's already a pretty good sport about me
whooping his butt at Black Ops."
	I look over to Phillip with a goofy grin and he just rolls his eyes
and giggles.  HIs parents see this and smile too.  Pretty sure that's the
same kind of smile Mom had when Phillip started hanging out with me in my
first life.
	The rest of the dinner goes by quickly.  I clean off my plate and
help myself to a little more mac and cheese; actually, his mom kinda forces
more on my plate.  Phillip and his dad help themselves to another burger,
and the girls just kinda pick at the salads.  After that round of helpings,
though, most of the food is gone, so Phillip and I head back upstairs.
	Before I go back into his room, I tell Phillip I have to go to the
bathroom.  My water bottle at the pool and the big glass of water I just
had are competing for room in my bladder, so I figure it's time for me to
go.  I finish, then head into Phillip's room.  He's got his PS4 booted up
and he says we're going to play this fun game called "Stikbold."  It's
basically a video game for dodgeball with these funny characters and crazy
obstacles and stuff.  I can tell he's played this game a lot because he's
running circles around me.  Like, however good I am at Black Ops, he's just
as good at Stikbold.  We play for a good long while against each other
before we decide to take on the story part on the highest difficulty we can
manage (I won't spoil anything for you, but it's pretty funny).  Once we
finish that, we both decide to watch some stuff on Netflix.  Well, Phillip
suggested it.  I know what that meant for Old Phillip, but I'm trying my
hardest to not think of doing anything.  It would take a lot for him to do
something like that this time around.  Besides, it's been a long day, so
it'd be nice to just watch something for a change.
	We both just start to settle in and watch the show that Phillip
picked.  We're both just kinda sitting down on his bed for comfort, since
it'd be hard to crowd around his monitor.  I look to Phillip to see if he's
panicking or anything at this point, but he seems pretty interested in the
show he picked. It is pretty good.  I think it's called "Voltron: Legendary
Defender." It's got a lot of action and it's actually pretty funny too.
	After an episode or two, we get to talking while watching the show.
Nothing too interesting.  Just kinda talking about what we're watching, how
funny the jokes are, and how cool some of the action scenes are in it.
Really, I think it's just Phillip's enjoyment of the show rubbing off on
me, making me enjoy it and get into it.  I notice Phillip's starting to get
a bit more cranked up as we keep watching.  His eyes will kinda get big and
he'll bounce a bit when something really cool happens.  It's actually
pretty infectious.  Before I know it, we're both kinda bouncing where we're
sitting, "oh-ing" at the right moments together when something cool
happens.
	"Man!  This show is actually pretty cool," I say with excitement.
We're pretty deep in the first season by now.
	Phillip smiles excitedly and says, "I know right?  Keith is totally
the coolest character!"
	I raise my eyebrow.  Is he serious?  "Are you serious? Lance is
totally the best character!  Keith is so boring," I say.  He looks at me
and I just smile a confident smile.
	He looks at me like he's about to laugh, "Still cooler than Lance.
Lance is just a clown."
	I roll my eyes, "Still way more interesting than Keith." I giggle
and this gets him to smirk.
	"You think so?" He asks.
	"I know so," I say, "And you can't convince me otherwise."
	Phillip's still smirking when he says, "Oh, I'm pretty sure I can."
I just give a questioning look just before he lunges at me, playful smile
on his face.  I squeal as he tackles me.  The match has begun!
	He's trying to wrestle me and keep me pinned, laughing all the
while.  I giggle loudly and fight back, trying to push his arms off my
shoulders.  I turn over to break his hold, and we square off on the bed and
lock up.  He's still a little bigger than me, so he takes me down and I try
to fight my way out of it again--we're both still giggling like crazy at
this point, even while trying to keep breathing.  Pretty soon, there's no
real strategy going on.  It's just a tangle of arms and legs trying to
untangle itself.
	I'm using my legs to try and hold his arms in place and Phillip is
trying to sit up so he can break free.  But while he's trying to get to
there, I feel his hand go right to my crotch.  Well, I wasn't expecting
that.  Looking at Phillip, I'm pretty sure he wasn't either.  He freezes in
place, the biggest look of shock on his face, hand still on my
crotch--probably because he's too stunned to think about it.  He turns to
me, mouth sort of moving, but nothing's coming out.
	Eventually, he starts to stammer, "I-I, uh...I'm s-sor.."
	I just give this look, sort of like, `challenge accepted.'  While
he's frozen, I push up with no resistance, pushing Phillip down while I
grab his crotch.  His face has gone from panic to total surprise then to
confusion as a deep blush forms.  I just grin at him.
	There's a long pause here.  Like, uncomfortably long.  Neither of
us is moving.  Okay, you've made your move, Matty.  You weren't planning on
it, exactly, but you made it.  He's totally surprised here.  What are you
going to do? You're trying to show him that you are this comfortable with
him, right?  You just have to make sure he's this comfortable with you.
He's Phillip, but you're the one coming on to him this time, so don't
overdo it.
	"Are you alright?" I ask.  The look on his face says it all.  He's
arguing with himself about whether or not he's ready for this.  He's not
sure if this is something he should do with the first friend he's had in a
long time--with someone he's only known for two days.
	I press down gently on his crotch, he gasps quietly as his eyes
roll just a bit.  I look him in the eyes and ask, "Do you want more?"  He
looks even more conflicted than he was before.  He tries to look away,
maybe seeing if he can dash to the door.
	"Hey," I say, getting his attention back on me.  His face is still
flushed.  I just look in the eyes again and say, "It's okay if you want
more.  Do you want it?  If not, I'll stop.  I promise, it won't be a big
deal."
	He hesitates, creating another long pause between us--neither of us
moves.  Finally, he nods and says, "I want it."
	I smile at him and say, "Then try and relax."  I start moving my
hand over his clothed crotch.  I press down a bit and just slowly move it
back and forth.  Phillip hisses, but sighs to himself, relaxing back on the
bed.  It doesn't take long before he's started to tent out his pants.  He
blushes deeply.  This is probably the first time in his new life any one
has ever touched his erection.
	I decide to check in on him: "How are you feeling?  Is it feeling
good?"
	He sighs again and rolls his eyes, "It feels," he whimpers,
"haa--feels too goooood."  He kinda moans out that last bit.  I giggle to
myself and watch as face goes through all kinds of expressions: surprised,
blissful, sometimes reeling from the sensations, smiling afterward, and
back to surprise as I change my movements.  I've never really talked about
his face before, but I've always thought Phillip was good-looking.  He's
got these really, like, sharp cheekbones and a very strong looking
jaw. Argh!  I don't know to say it, but if you pair it with his dark brown
eyes, well...I could just look at him all day.  Right now, that face is
making expressions I haven't seen him make in a while, so I'm pretty sure
he's really into all this. I mean, my pants are getting tight too, so I can
understand.
	I just lightly roll my hand over his crotch, still clothed.
Phillip doesn't seem to be getting any more bored of it, but I want to see
how far I can go.
	"Do you want it to feel even better?" I ask.
	His eyes snap open.  It's like he's thinking, `Holy shit!  Is he
serious?  Will he actually do it?  What do I say?'
	I move my other hand to the button on his pants, still rubbing his
crotch slowly.  "You don't have to be scared," I say.  He looks at me like
he's been found out.  "Do you want me to keep going?"
	Another long pause.  He nods again.
	I just smile gently, using my free hand to undo his button.  My
heart is racing. After unbuttoning his pants, I move my hand to slowly
unzip them.  Phillip's eyes are staring at my hand moving down, and he
gulps hard.  I decide to help him relax a bit and put my hand on his
underwear over his crotch, rubbing gently again.  Phillip moans just the
tiniest bit and my erection twitches the second he does.  I decide next to
try and make Phillip actually participate a bit here, so I use my free hand
to grab his hand that's closest to me and place it on my crotch.  Phillip's
eyes shoot open and I feel him try to gently pull away from the contact. I
just hold his hand in place and lean down to whisper, "It's okay.  I want
this, too."
	Then, I just kind of move his hand for him over my crotch.  It's
just the right amount of encouragement he needs, because soon he's moving
without any help from me.  I just sigh as I keep rubbing his erection
through his underwear.  We just kinda sit there for a minute, sighing at
each other's touch.  As I'm rubbing him, I move my hand a bit higher and my
fingers brush a wet spot forming on his underwear.  I smile to myself,
remembering how he used to be like this last time.
	I move my hands to help pull Phillip's pants further down his legs,
exposing his underwear to full view--including the wet spot from all the
pre-cum he's dripping.  He blushes and kinda freezes, but I quickly move to
unbutton my own pants sliding them down my hips.  Just to make him more
comfortable, I pull my underwear down with my pants.  My three-incher
points up, showing him how into this I am.  He blushes even deeper, mouth
hanging open.  I giggle a little bit and he snaps out of it, but still just
kinda stares.  I touch his hand again and he gulps as I move it back to
where it was.  His hand touches my exposed dick and I sigh; he starts
moving his hand on his own, lightly gripping me as he strokes.
	I'm tempted to just let him keep doing that, but I want him to feel
good, too.  I move my hands back down to the waist of his briefs.  I look
him in the eye again as he slows down, but doesn't stop what he's doing.
I'm starting to blush a bit myself as I say, "Do you still want it?"
	His eyes kinda look like Old Phillip's used to now.  He just nods
as his tongue sticks out just enough to wet his lips (like, he's not trying
to be gross or anything).
	Slowly, I start to pull down his undies.  He lifts his hips,
allowing me to pull them down to his knees (he's kinda been propped up a
bit during all this, but still laying down).  As I pull his undies down his
legs, his boner springs out and just kinda wobbles there.  My heart races
even faster as I stare at his erection as it pulses with his own racing
heartbeat.  It's still as beautiful as I remember it.  Like I said, though,
every part of Phillip is my weakness.  It's pointing straight out like it
always does, drooling precum.  Something different this time, though, is
the fact that he's got just a small patch of short hair growing right at
the base of it.  I've never actually seen his pubes before; he kept that
area shaved in our last life.  I put my hands immediately on that patch of
hair and lightly run my fingers through it.  This just gets a sigh out of
Phillip as he leans back, still stroking me off gently.
	I move my hand up and wrap it around his boner.  It jumps in my
hand and Phillip gasps quietly.  Slowly, I work my hand up and down his
shaft, While I do, I take my free hand and lightly play with his balls,
just gently rubbing them.  Phillip moans and I smile.  Then I decide to
really make him moan and run my thumb over the head of his dick, starting
with the sensitive part by the piss hole, then slowly working up and over
to the other side.  I massage there for a moment before going back to his
tip and rubbing my thumb right there for a minute or so, working his
pre-cum in circles.  This drives Phillip crazy and he moans a little
louder, catching himself before he gets too loud and sends his family in to
check out the noise. Thankfully, I'm prepared for that...I just really
don't want them to come in right now.
	So, I speed up with my jacking, still playing with his nuts.
Phillip's breathing starts to get faster and heavier.  He's downright
panting, actually, speeding up on my own dick and getting ready to drive me
over the edge.  He pulls his shirt up with his free hand and puts a wad of
it in his mouth.  Now his chest is mostly exposed with the shirt bunched up
around his neck and shoulders.  He takes his free hand and just sort of
runs it along his chest and stomach.  When he gets below his waist, he just
sorta rubs at the spot right above his dick.  God, I am getting more of a
show out of this then i thought I was going to.
	Suddenly, Phillip's hips start to jerk upward.  His balls scrunch
in and he freezes, moaning as he erupts with cum. Phillip was always pretty
good about making lots of cum, but I don't even think I've seen this much
from him before.  The first few shots actually shoot over his head. The
rest of the 8 or 9 shots he manages start to land lower and lower, some
hitting his face, then his chest, his stomach, and finally landing on his
dick, running down his balls and into his pubes.
	Phillip's got enough concentration to keep jacking me off and good
thing, too.  That little show plus his hand jacking me furiously bring me
to my own mostly dry cum.  I manage about 5 dry shots before some clear
semen drools out, coating his hand.  I fall out of his grip, panting,
trying to catch my breath.
	"Holy shit," I say.
	"Yeah," Phillip says, out of breath.  "Holy shit."  The shirt tail
isn't in his mouth anymore, but it's still kinda bunched up around his
chest.
	I continue, "That was awesome!"
	Phillip looks like he's lost somewhere and trying to find his way
back.  He really must have enjoyed that.
	I giggle, "Are you okay?"
	He just kinda looks up with a smile and laughs, "Yeah.  I just need
a minute...that was pretty intense."
	I look to his bedside table and notice some tissues. I lean over to
grab some out of the box.  "Let me clean you up," I say.  "You made a bit
of a mess," I giggle.
	He just blushes and kinda mumbles, "Heh, yeah...I'm kind of a big
shooter."
	I just smile, "I noticed," then after a pause, I say, "Not that I'm
complaining or anything."  He just looks at me and I wink.
	I start with his hand, wiping my own clear cum off.  He doesn't
pull away or anything.  He just kinda stares up at the ceiling while I
clean him off.  I mean, he flinches a tiny bit when I start to wipe off his
dick, but for the most part he's just staring up lost in thought.  I can
see him trying to figure a lot out on his face.
	I finish cleaning him and get up to throw away the tissues, pulling
up my pants as I do.  I come back to Phillip, still lost in thought.  I
just sit down on his bed and wait until he's ready.
	After what feels like forever, he finally says something:
"So...that happened."
	I just smile and look at him, "Yep. It was pretty great, right?"
He doesn't show any response, but still looks like he's trying put his
thoughts in order.  It's okay.  I can wait as long he needs me to.
	After another long moment of silence, he speaks up again, "So...how
did you know?  Did you know the whole time?"
	"Know what?" I ask, trying to get him to say it.
	He finally looks at me, "That I would want this. Well, I'm not 100%
sure I know what I want yet, but I know that felt good.  But you, it's like
you knew you could push me into it."  I frown a bit.  He quickly waves it
off, "I'm not saying I didn't want it once it started.  I mean, you gave me
a lot of chances to say no. I know you joke about being psychic sometimes,
but still..."
	I just shrug, "I used to do that with...a friend.  It always felt
really good, so I just wanted to make you feel good, too."  He just stares,
so I keep going.  "Plus, y'know...I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you
attractive.  I mean, we might both still be figuring this stuff out, but
I'm pretty sure I like boys.  So, yeah, I guess it's all that put
together."  Man I never thought having this kind of conversation again with
Phillip would be this stressful!  What if he just takes a sudden turn here
and says he doesn't like me that way?  Did I make a huge mistake?  Do I
rewind?  Argh!  Stupid, Matty!  You've probably ruined it.
	"Well," I hear him start, "I'm not 100% sure what I want or like
either...but I guess I can admit that I like boys, too.  I mean, I like
looking at them...and I really loved what we were doing, especially when I
was touching you, but...it's just a lot to ask for me to be, y'know,
admitting it to people."
	"But...I'm not asking you to do anything." I say.
	He looks at me and sighs, "I know, I know!  It's just...look, maybe
it's something you can't really understand, but I've been bullied a lot
already just for stuff like being clumsy.  Even my seizures kinda scare
people off. Like, you're the first friend I've made in a while and even you
notice how different I am just because of having to take medication and
stuff.  Most people at school don't give me the time of day.  I'm already
considered enough of a freak at school without being different in one more
way from all the other boys..." he trails off at the end, looking down a
bit.
	I choke up a bit, but try and stop myself from breaking down. I
knew he was sensitive about his seizures and I actually singled him out for
it.  How could I have forgotten what that feels like? I lay down next to
him, making sure we're eye to eye so I can say what I need to.
	"I'm sorry," I say.  He gives me a confused look.  "I'm sorry that
I reminded you about something that makes you feel singled out.  I know
what it feels like to be bullied or made fun of for stuff you can't
control, but I didn't think I could ever say something like that to someone
else."  I pause here, giving him a moment to let that sink in. I continue,
"No matter how different you feel you are, you'll never be a freak to me.
Besides...not every boy would think you're that different," I say with a
small smile.
	He looks at me again, sort of trying to figure me out before he
realizes what I'm saying.
	I keep going, "I wanted this too, you know.  I mean, we both took a
big risk...but it felt good for me just as much as it did for you."
	He stays silent, his face showing him thinking and listening. I
keep going.
	"Is it such a surprise that you could find someone who'd want the
same things as you?  It shouldn't be.  I've been the kid that gets bullied
before.  And I've got just as much reason as you to feel like a freak too,
remember?"  I pause and then giggle a little bit, "I guess I already said
that, huh?"  Phillip just smiles and nods.  I keep going, "Well, then I'll
just say it again: you're not the freak or the outcast you think you are.
You just haven't found the right people...the right person to make you
comfortable with you."
	His eyes go wide a bit here.  It's almost like he's hearing that
for the first time.  It really shouldn't have been, but I'm sure it was.
	"I-I don't know," he says, looking away, then back to me. "I mean,
I want...th-that is, maybe I want something like this so bad...it feels so
right.  I'm just...I don't...", he looks down again.
	"Hey," I say, getting him to look back at me. "It's okay."  I see
his eyes start to water, but I keep going.
	"You don't have to do anything you're not ready for.  I will be
here for you anyway, okay?"
	He nods.  I know I said I wouldn't try to bring up his past, but
there's one thing I can say here that I know will work.
	I reach down and grab his hands, holding them together as I move
them up to our chests.
	"Do you trust me?"
	Phillip's eyes get big and I see him space out again.  He shakes
his head, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
	I just smile and say it again, "Do you trust me?"
	This time he just gulps after a long pause.
	"Yes," he says, "Probably more than anyone else I've ever known."
	I reply, "Then trust me when I tell you no matter what you decide,
that I'll be here for you.  I won't let anything bad happen to you. Okay?"
	He kinda shoots me a weird look, "What is it about you?" he says.
	I raise an eyebrow, "What do you mean? You don't believe me?"
	He shakes his head and sits up a bit, "It's not that.  Actually,
yeah, kinda.  That's just one thing about you I can't figure out."
	I just stare at him blankly.
	He goes on, "I mean, you've known me for all of two days and you're
already this committed to being my friend?  I don't get it.  The only time
that stuff usually happens to me is when people want something from me or
because they're trying to set me up for a joke.  And knowing this, I still
let myself just completely fall for it?"  He sighs as he finishes. "Why
would you do it or say the stuff you say?" he asks, sounding tired.
	I breathe in and out, trying to respond. "Remember when I said I
used to have a friend that reminded me of you?"
	He nods and I continue, "Well...that's why I'm so protective of
you.  We were the best of friends, but...things didn't end the way I wanted
them to.  So, I'll admit part of this is me trying to do it right."
	He just kind of looks at me a little confused, I go on, "Look, I
understand, all this is pretty new and scary.  Maybe I'm going too far for
you to trust me, but...I really do care about you.  I just get carried away
when I'm trying to show people that."
	Phillip stays silent for another long moment, then gulps.
	Finally, he says, "Even though what you say does make a small part
of me wonder if I'm about to be pranked hard, I...I do believe you.  It's a
lot to take in.  And maybe I just never thought I could have a...friend
like that."
	I smile.  He smiles back, "It's going to take some getting used
to," he continues, "but I do want to trust you.  I hope that's enough.  I
definitely don't want to lose you as a friend, either."
	Still smiling, I say, "I'm okay with that.  I hope I can prove
worthy of your trust."
	Then I pause, thinking for a second, "Didn't you say there was
something else about me you couldn't figure out?"
	He sighs, "Okay, so, a weird side effect I've had with my seizures
is that I get these weird, like, flashbacks or something.  Like, I'm
reliving something or whatever.  I mean, I can never really remember them.
They usually happen in dreams or when I have a seizure or when I space out
or something.  They're not super clear or anything, but they're like stuff
I've forgotten."
	He looks at me for a second.
	"Okay, so what does that have to do with me?" I ask
	"Because that stuff used to only happen rarely.  Like, once or
twice a month and always spaced out from one another each time.  Ever since
I met you, though?  I've had at least one of those a day and it's only been
two days!"
	He looks confused, like he can't believe he's saying what he's
saying either.  He just looks at me again, "I just have no idea what any of
this means, but I can't shake the feeling that you're part of it somehow."
	I just stare at him some more, not sure what to say.  Phillip's
eyes move nervously as he looks away.  "Never mind," he says, "I-I'm sure
I'm just making a big deal out of nothing.  Maybe I should see if my doctor
can up my dosage.  Maybe it's as simple as th--"
	He gets cut off by my hand on his thigh.  He looks at me and I
smile, "I believe you," I say.  His mouth hangs open and I giggle a little
bit.  "I mean, I'm not sure what it all means, exactly, but I believe you."
	He stammers a bit, "Th-thanks.  I'm sure it sounds crazy...doesn't
help that I was almost raving about it."
	I just smile again, "Hey if I was having weird flashbacks that
happened when I started hanging around cute guys, I'd probably be worried
too."
	He continues, "Yeah, I know it's weird, but I can't help but think
th...hang on, did you just call yourself cute?" He says, starting to crack
a smile.
	I giggle, "I was wondering if you were going to catch that."
	He rolls his eyes, "Ugh...you are such a dork."
	"But a cute one," I say with a wink.
	He blushes, but rolls his eye again and giggles, "Okay, fine, you
got me there. You're cute."
	I blush a little bit.  I haven't heard him say that in a long time.
But I snap out of it, and grab his hands again, getting him to look at me.
	"Look, whatever this is--with the dreams and weird flashbacks--I
promise I'll help you figure it all out.  I'm not planning on leaving you
alone now just because you feel like a freak.  Whatever else happens, you
should know I care too much about you to do that."
	He raises his eyebrow, "Why, though?  We've only just met."
	I shrug, "Maybe because I just do?  Maybe because I like you?  I
don't need a lot of time to know how I feel about someone.  And at the very
least, I know that you're my friend and I want to help you."
	He blinks again, "Th-thanks.  No one's ever really been as honest
and nice to me as you.  I'm just not used to it."
	I giggle, "I know.  That's what you keep telling me."
	He blushes, "Heh, yeah...sorry about that.  This is all just going
to take some time to get used to.  I don't know how quickly I want to move
or what I really want here, but..."
	I raise my eyebrow, "But, what?"
	He just shakes his head and rubs his neck, "Nah, forget it.  You'll
just think it's too much."
	I smirk, "Try me."
	He stares for a second, then breathes in.
	He says, "Okay so, I've known I liked other boys for a while, but
this is the first time I've done anything remotely like this."
	I just smile, "Yeah?"
	He blushes, "S-so, I was wondering--I mean, I've always
wondered--what it would be like to kiss another boy.  I-I mean, we've done
a lot already, so it's totally cool if you don't want to do that I mean
Iknowit'sabittoomuchifsomeone'snotrea--"
	I quickly put my lips on his to stop them from falling off.  He
immediately stops talking and basically just freezes in place.  It's not a
deep kiss or anything, but I hold it there for a while before breaking it
off.  I look at his face and it's the funniest thing ever.  His mouth is
hanging open, but it slowly drifts to the biggest, stupidest grin I've ever
seen on Phillip. I swear, he's just so cute sometimes, he makes my heart
feel like it's gonna explode.
	He stays like that for, like, 30 seconds easy.
	He finally snaps out of it when I ask, "Are you okay?"
	He shakes it off and blushes, "U-uh, yeah.  Th-that was great.
Thanks," he says with a small smile, still looking like he can't believe
that just happened.
	I just smile back at him, "Anytime."  Suddenly, I yawn.  "Man, I'm
getting really tired all of a sudden."
	Phillip looks at his alarm clock.  "It is getting pretty late," he
says.
	So, we both move around and get ready for bed.  Phillip blushes
when he realizes his pants have been down this whole time.  I just giggle
at him and he smiles.  I actually take the time to change into a diaper for
the night, just in case.  Phillip looks at me, trying to figure out what
I'm doing.
	"In case I have an accident," I say matter-of-factly.  Phillips
blanks, but then remembers the conversation we had just yesterday and
simply nods, showing he understands.
	I ask him where he keeps extra bed stuff. He says he's got some in
his closet and gets up to get it out for me, getting me all set up on the
floor.  I mean, I'd rather be in bed with Phillip, but I can understand if
he isn't ready yet.  He's got a lot to figure out.
	Soon, we're both sitting in bed, ready to call it a night.  Phillip
reaches to turn off the light, but stops.
	"What's up? Forget something?" I ask.
	He looks at me, "Um...tonight really was great.  I'm sorry if I'm
not ready to be out at school or anything.  I just--"
	I cut him off, "You don't need to apologize to me," I say.  "I'm
here to help you figure things out.  No matter how long it takes,
remember?"
	He just smiles again, "Thanks."
	I smile back, "Anytime."
	With that, he clicks off his light and we both start to fall
asleep.  Even though I'm super happy about the way things turned out, I do
have a huge list of problems now.  Am I causing him to have flashbacks?
Will they get stronger?  Will he remember me?  What do I do from here?  I
stop and breathe in, letting the breath out slowly.  Those are a lot of
questions that will probably take a long time to answer.  For now, though,
I'm right where I want to be--next to Phillip.  That's enough of a good
thought to help me drift off to a restful sleep.


	END CHAPTER 3


	Alright! Matty and Phillip did a thing!  I wish all my arguments
ended like that. ;)
	I finally remembered to add one of these to the end of the chapter,
so thanks for reading the latest chapter of my little story!  I sincerely
hope you enjoyed it!  If you have any feedback, shoot me an email
(neveranywhere86@yahoo.com).  I'd love to hear what you think.