Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2002 04:50:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Eric W <ericw_970@yahoo.com>
Subject: Matt and I (Chapters 5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13)

Chapter 5

We walked back into my house, both of us I think completely surprised about
what happened. As I was getting a cloth to clean up his face, I noticed
Matt licking more of my cum off his face into his mouth. I thought I would
blow another load right there, but luckily I didn't. I didn't know that I
was going to save it for a little later!
	As I gave Matt a glass of water, he stood up, almost horrified, and
yelled out that his mother might wonder where he was, and that he might be
grounded. At that point, reality hit me. I began to worry like any other
human being who was in this situation, about his mother being suspicious
that her beautiful son was at my house. I was kicked back into my fantasy
world when Matt asked if he could borrow the phone. I said of course!
	As he dialed his number I was able to fully examine his body. Matt
had these wonderful two butt cheeks. I really wanted to jump out of my
seat, and eat him out right there, but I decided not too, since he was
talking to his mother. Matt also had these cute little birth marks above
his butt that almost looked like a face. Weird! I also got to see his penis
when non-react. It was much smaller, like an inch long. It kinda looked
like one of those baby mushrooms that u see growing in your backyard in the
warm summertime afternoon. His penis head had a mixture of purple and brown
color.
	I was interrupted from my gaze, when I overheard Matt saying "I'm
at my friend Adams house and am I allowed to stay the night". I almost
choked on my water when he asked that to his mother. I was about to
interrupt and say no, but decided not too. A smile was forming on Matts
face and I knew that his mom said sure. Matt quickly hung up and said "I'm
staying the night, is that okay with you". Before I could even answer, he
said, I'm sure it would be okay with you, with that devilish grin on his
face.
	I then decided to ask Matt about this friend Adam that he had,
whether he existed or not. Matt said of course he exists, and he's my best
friend. I could almost feel the next question that was going to come out of
his mouth. I was almost beginning to prepare for the surprises that I have
been encountering on that day. "Can Adam come over and play playstation and
spend the night?"
	At first I acted a little hesitant, as my mind again was swirling
like a huge hurricane that hits the golf coast during the fall months. My
mind kept drifting back and forth, should Adam come over and play with Matt
or is this situation getting out of hand? Before I could even think of the
last question, Matt was dialing the phone. This time I jumped up, and took
the phone away and asked " Is Adam as beautiful and nice as you?". I don't
think Matt understood the question because he told me that him and Matt
play penis games all the time.
	Before I could let that settle into my now confused, happy brain,
Matt took the phone and was dialing his number. I decided to go to the
bathroom while he talked to Adam, and actually think about this whole
situation. Is this even real I thought? I hit myself a few times and threw
water on my face, thinking I would wake up, but I didn't. This is Reality!


Chapter 6

	I quickly dried my face, and returned to my fantasy, dirty world.
When I entered the room, Matt had that grin on his face, and I knew Adam
would be coming over. I was correct, he was coming over in an hour or so. I
began wondering, what should we do until then? I guess I wasn't the first
to think of that, as Matt was already playing with his penis again.
	I immediately got hard again, but I didn't want to blow another
load until at least Adam got here. However, I knew Matt wanted those new
feelings again. I went over to him, and told him that I will give him the
best hand job in his lifetime! He immediately laid down, and I went When I
entered the family room again, my heart skipped a beat I think. Matt was
already naked, and Adam was in his underwear. Adam was wearing these little
fruit of the loom types, and they were so cute on him. I had to admit Adam
had a nicer chest then Matt. His was more flatter, and he looked like he
was developing muscles. I stared at the front of his undies, hoping to see
a little bulge, but I didn't. He must be really small!!
	We all went out to the pool, and the kids were already to go in.
Adam, at first was hesitant to drop his undies in front of me, but I calmed
his worries by saying that we are all guys with dicks, so it doesn't
matter. He dropped them. Adam was circumcised, which is what I thought and
hoped all along. His penis was a bit smaller then Matts, and laid nicely on
his little ball sack. Before I could get a more detailed look, he already
jumped in the water.
	I stood there, outside the pool, with the biggest erection in my
life, well maybe second. I decided to take mine off too. Matt was used to
the site of a big dick, but Adam was taken back a little. He had an
insightful gaze at it for a minute or two, but he didn't seem as interested
as Matt did. I jumped in with the hope that my first fantasy would come
true again.


Chapter 7

	I was thinking we were going to play some water polo or other water
games, but Matt and Adam were already going at it. Matt was doing a lot of
the action. I could tell he was playing with Adam's rock hard cock. I
decided to be brave, and swim under the water and catch both by surprise.
	It worked. I stunned Matt, but he laughed about it. I knew exactly
what they were doing. Matt was giving Adam a hand job under the water. I
could tell Adam was liking what Matt was doing. His face was flush red, and
had a peculiar smile. I was curious what anal sex would feel like in water,
so I decided to press up against Matt while he gave Adam a hand job.
	I slowly worked my cock somewhat into Matts anus. I could feel the
sensations already building in my cock. I slowly began thrusting in and
out. I knew Matt was overtaken first by a little pain, but now pleasure. I
could hear him say "more more" as he jerked off Adam. I slowly worked
myself farther in, while speeding up. The same sensations began
intensifying in the pool. I felt as if I was going to cum any minute, but I
decided to pull out, and wait for a better time.
	For the next half hour or so, I watched Adam and Matt go at each
other in every way possible I think. I eventually got the nerve to ask them
if they wanted to go inside and play some more, it would be funnier I
thought for them and myself. They quickly agreed and got out.
	For the first time I saw Adam's cock hard. It was small, but really
nice. It stood up at attention, just like a guard would do on orders. His
ball sack hung further down then Matts. We got inside, and commented to
them that I knew of a special position that we could try.  Both nodded at
the same time, so I decided to try it.
	I laid down on the floor, and got Adam to suck me off, while I
sucked Matt off. Adam laid down over my legs, while Matt sat on my upper
chest. It felt so good, being able to get sucked off while giving head.  I
could tell Adam was experienced, he knew what to do. I could feel his
little tongue over my cock head. I began feeling wild sensations throughout
my body. I could hardly suck Matt off anymore, I was in heaven. Adam began
jerking me off while he sucked me, and I knew I was going to cum again. I
eventually stopped sucking Matt off, and asked him to watch me while I cum,
he eagerly agreed. Adam was working harder and harder on my cock. The build
up was quickly coming on. I could feel my cum rising through my cock, and
into my cock head. I began yelling I'm gonna cum, and finally I blew load
after load all into Adam's mouth. He didn't even let a drop out.
	I was exhausted, two blow jobs in one day from two different boys
was enough for me for life I though. I asked Adam if he wanted some water
to wash it down or spit it out, but he said he already smiled. He was such
a cutey too.  *Portions of the text have been removed, as I wanted to focus
more on the rest of the story then this.
	It was already late at night. The time flies by when your having
fun! Matt, Adam and I were all in bed by 9p.m. We were all tired.. I think
it was the first time in my life that I slept the whole night without
waking up. The boys must have a special power over that!
	I woke up early the next morning to make some breakfast for us
all. Both Adam and Matt slept in until like 9a.m. Both looked so cute when
they just woke up. Hair standing up, sleep in their eyes, morning hard ons.
	We ate in silence, to my surprise. I thought the boys would be
talkative and active, but they weren't. Both left a short time after
breakfast. They seemed different from the day before, maybe they were just
having a bad day I thought? I hope it wasn't because of me. I quickly
pressed those thoughts back when my parents came home surprisingly early. I
now returned to reality I thought.


Chapter 8

	It has been three years since that glorious day with Matt and his
friend.  I don't see Matt as much as before, but we played around a few
times afterwards, but it wasn't as special as our first time.
	I'm currently employed in this large computer software company.  I
love my job, and my life. I don't think it could get any better! I work a
9-5 shift, five days a week. Luckily, I get weekends off to spend with my
new fiance Allison and her young son.
	Allison and I met while I was volunteering my weekend time at a
local YMCA for girls and boys. She was a single mother of one son. Her
egocentric husband ran off with a 21 year old women, and was never seen
since.
	When I looked into her eyes, I knew she was mine. There was that
special sparkle, similar to the one I saw in Matts eyes. Allison has long
brown hair, with these beautiful big brown eyes. She's short, but I like
short people!
	The first time I saw her son, I almost fell backwards. Looking into
his face, brought back so many positive memories from three years ago. Her
sons name is Sheldon. Sheldon was approximately 4'11, with a mushroom cut
hair style, and eyes just like his mother. He was quite energetic, more so
than me. He is 10 years old. We used to have a blast. I would play
basketball, golf and other sports with him.
	One thing I decided was not to attempt anything sexual on him. He
was really cute, but I didn't want to ruin my relationship with his
mother. I was able to go as far as seeing his penis, which was so
beautiful. It was about 2 inches long, circumcised. It wasn't as nice as
Matts!
	I continued my Saturdays volunteering at the local YMCA. It allowed
me to get away from reality, and enter my little naughty fantasy
world. However, things were slowly going to blow up, and I wasn't aware of
it.
	During one of my busy days at work, I noticed two police cars in
the parking lot, overlooking my office. I didn't think much of it at the
time, but did think it was odd. This company has never had any legal
problems or break-ins.
	My whole world came back to me when my secretary came into my
office. She usually is very energetic, but she wasn't. Her face was as if
she seen a ghost or a rotten body that has been spoiling for days.
	Two male officers came into my office, and handed me, what looked
like an arrest warrant. I read it over very quickly, not even registering
what was on the paper. One of the officers piped up and said "Your under
arrest for the investigation of 10 sexual abuse complaints at the YMCA". I
was shell shocked.
	I stood up, but I felt my knees shaking unctrollably beneath me as
if a powerful earthquake drove through the city. Before the officers could
even cuff me, i collapsed to the ground with shock.
	I shook violently from what people told me. When I woke up from my
daze, I could hear the sounds of beeping, and loud noises. I was in the
hospital.


Chapter 9

 	I cleaned my eyes out, and realized that a police officer was
sitting beside my bed, as well as my fiance. I looked at my fiance, hoping
to get a smile or even a hi. She didn't say a word. Her eyes were burning
with fire, and she couldn't take them off my face. I could almost feel her
hands around my neck, chocking the life out of me. I seriously think she
would have if it wasn't for the officer sitting there. I found out from a
friend of Allisons that she was a victim of incest from her grandfather, as
well as her uncle. I now understand why she would want to kill me.
	Finally, Allison said something to me. "Is this whole situation
true? Tell me now" I'm not sure how long it took me to answer, but I could
see the disappointment in her face. I told her I wasn't sure. The police
officer next to me was also eyeing me suspicious, and wrote something on a
note pad. She also said that "if I found out that you molested my son, I
will come after you, and it won't be to say hello"
	I began to cry, not knowing what my life will be like now. Allison
coldly said "save that for prison" and walked out of the room. I never saw
her again. Later on I found out through my lawyer that she and her son
moved back to California where she used to live.  My world was collapsing
in front of my eyes. I couldn't even think, I was so confused. Within a day
I lost my fiance who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, as well as
my job, and now I'm going to jail.  My thoughts were spinning like a
blender making a cool, ice cold milk shake. I couldn't concentrate at all,
and the doctors thought I was insane. The following day I was released into
the custody of the police.
	The police indicated to me that I was charged with 10 counts of
sexual assault, and other related sexual offences. They kept questioning me
about incidents at the YMCA involving boys and shower-rooms. Some say that
I fondled them, and others say that I got them to touch me.  I couldn't
even answer them properly, as I have no memory of what happened after my
collapse. All I can recall is an old friend of mine named Matt, but even
then my memories were skeptical.
	I went into court with my head lowered. I felt extremely ashamed
knowing that my parents, sisters, friends looked on in what I thought was
disgust. I tried to look at my mother, but she turned her head the other
way, not wanting to see her sons face. I also feared that I may get
attacked, since people don't like people who molest children.  I felt so
alone in that court room, even though I wasn't actually alone. It felt as
if the whole world was against me, and I'm some kind of sicko. Everything
in court went so quick. The Judge, who was around 60 years old I thought,
looked tough and angry. I knew when my head was down, I felt his burning,
insightful eyes staring me up. His voice was chalky, and old. I had to
stand while he decided to release me on bail or not. The judge went on to
say :
	"I find that you are a threat and risk to society. I also think
that society would benefit if you remain in custody pending your
trial. After reading over the facts, I have decided not to grant you
bail. You will remain in jail"
	I almost collapsed again, but my public defender caught me in the
air. I was quickly taken away, with my face full of tears, thinking, will
my life be over?


Chapter 10

	I was first placed in a temporary cell with five other men. I
didn't know what to think. Thoughts of me getting beat to death or gang
raped were constantly running through my mind. As I lay in the cold, damp,
and small cell, I try and remember if all these events even existed. Maybe
I am being falsely accused of molesting children? I don't know if I will
ever be able to answer that.
	Only one of my cell mates caused me problems. I was verbally
harassed and threatened daily by this large, six foot man. After awhile, I
literally got used to the threats, knowing that he probably wouldn't act on
them.
	As time slowly inched away, I was able to recollect some events of
my past. I remember now what I did to Matt and his friend Adam. But I still
don't recall anything at the YMCA.  I pray every night that Matt is doing
well, and is happy.
	My plea date quickly came upon me. I've been in jail now a month
and a half, just sitting there on my bed, thinking or trying to think of
what to do. Should I plead guilty and spend probably the rest of my life in
prison or plead not guilty? My public defender says that I don't have much
of a chance and that I should plead guilty for hopefully a lesser
sentence. I was beginning to suspect that my lawyer didn't want my case,
and that it threaghtned his reputation if he took it and won.
	I was also getting little support from my parents or friends. My
parents only visited once, and hardly said anything. All they did was stare
at me, and probably wonder, what did I do wrong to make him do this? I said
sorry and sorry countless times to them, and that it wasn't there fault,
but I don't think it got through to them. I could see the tears trickle
down from my mothers eyes, probably wondering if I will be okay or am I her
son anymore? My dad showed little emotion except for comforting my
mother. He only said hi or bye to me, and nothing else. I felt so ashamed,
and it further isolated me.
	Suicide thoughts crept into my mind from time to time. Maybe I
should get somebody to kill me or shoot me, and this whole situation would
just end. I was questioning, maybe my mother would like to see me go and my
victims that say that I molested them? I probably would have killed myself
if I had opportunities, but I had none.
	The guards somehow received information that I was planning on
killing myself. They quickly put me on 24/7 suicide watch, with my own,
small cell. I could see the camera watching my every move as I sat and did
nothing. At times I was so lonely, I considered becoming violent so then I
would attract attention, but I didn't. What I didn't like the most was that
the camera even watched me take shits and piss. I felt degraded, knowing
people are probably laughing on the other side.
	I knew my lawyer didn't want my case, and that the crown will beat
me up until I say what they think is a confession. I decided to plead
guilty. As I entered the court, with my wrists cuffed, and my legs
shaffled, I sat there thinking. The man on the bench can choose my fate. He
can send me to prison for the rest of my life if he wishes. My defense
lawyer fought for a light sentence, maybe 2 years at the most. I was caught
off guard when the crown requested 15-20 years in prison. I began to shake
again. I couldn't stop it. I almost fainted again, but my lawyer whispered
in my ear that this situation will be over shortly. I wasn't relieved by
that statement at all!
	I stood up as best I could when the judge came in to decide my
fate. I'm expecting the worse, since the judge already has it in for me I
think. He sat down, sending all his 250 pounds or more of weight into the
chair. I could tell he was going bald, and must be near retirement any day
now. This is what the judge told me before he sentenced me:
	"You are a disgrace to this society. You hurt the most vulnerable
part of our society, our children. You hurt your victims for life. Physical
scars can easily heal, but mental ones don't. You instilled fear, lack of
trust, depression into the minds of these young children. You also took
advantage of your power as being a volunteer at the YMCA. You intentionally
went there so you could molest children. You also hurt your own family and
friends"

	As he was trailing off with all the sins that I might have done in
my life, I began to think of what my life may have been like if these
things didn't happen. The judge went on for about five minutes before he
even reached his sentence.
	"I would never convict somebody if I knew they were not-guilty. I
would never be able to sleep at night if I did. But I intend to sleep
mighty well tonight! This court is sentencing you to 12-15 years in a
Federal Prison. You will also be on three years parole after you are
released. This case is now closed"
	I sat their stunned. I lost the last thread of trust I had in my
lawyer and the legal system. Before I could even grasp my sentence, I was
whisked away to spend many years in prison where each day will be a
struggle to survive.


Chapter 11

	I was put into what looked like a small cage, with a small,
peculiar window. The cage looked like something dogs, if that, would be put
in. The air inside smelt like sour air that was never able to escape into
the world. My world was closing in on me, literally. The door shut, which
caused a loud noise that I will never forget. The sound was a symbol of my
demise I thought.
	As we drove away, I didn't even realize that another person was in
with me. I was so caught up in my own world, I lost contact of the outer
world. The prisoner with me was an old man, who looked tired, and
helpless. It seemed he had difficulty expressing himself, making ever word
an effort to sound out. He asked what I was in for, and I told him sexual
assault.  He didn't flinch, or even change expressions. I was expecting him
to mouth me off, but he didn't. He went on and told me that "it will be
tough in prison, because you live each day as its your last and that each
day your alive, you pray to god that you will get one more". I was
desensitized with surprise now in my life, and I sat expressionalis at him.
	We finally arrived at our destination. The air inside the tank or
cage as I like to call it was so bad that I brought up my breakfast when I
got outside. The guard wasn't impressed, and commented that he will put me
with the tough guys if I don't behave.
	Before entering the prison or death camp as I call it, I was able
to look at it from the outside. I knew this would be my last time outside
these walls for a long time. The grey aging walls stuck out like a sour
thumb, rising about 20 feet high. Electric wires were strung all around the
top of the fence. If only I could reach that high, I would touch it, and
hopefully end my misery. The prison itself looked like an old dungeon from
the 1800's. Weather was slowly peeling away the outside of the prison, I
could tell. I was hoping maybe once inside the walls would cave in, so
myself and others in there wouldn't have to suffer another day of hell.
	Before I could examine it any further I was brushed away by the
angry guard. Before I knew it I was inside, and the door slammed, leaving
that same vivid noise in my mind, knowing that will become part of my life.


Chapter 12

	I entered the prison, not knowing what to expect. Before we could
go further into the prison, we were ordered to take off all our clothes,
and shower in front of the guards. The guards watched me shower, staring me
up, probably thinking to himself that this man doesn't have a chance in
prison. Occasionally he threw this white powder on me, thinking I would
smell better. All I could smell, was the smell of suffering and
death. Afterwards I was taken to my cell. I thought I would be alone to
serve out my days, but I was wrong. I was put into a cramped cell with two
other men.
	When I first entered, I got the usual glares. One of my cell mates
must have been 6'4, 220 pounds. His name was Will. At first he looked
rather nice, but the first words he said to me, that quickly changed. "You
listen now. I know what you have done, and if you make a wrong move around
here, somebody will snap at you and you won't have those beautiful white
teeth of yours". I didn't comment.  I just laid there on my hard, bed. I
didn't want to accept reality.
	It was probably around mid night when I was awoken by the sound of
piss streaming to the toilet, which so happens to be next to my bed. I
hated the site of a man pissing two feet from me, and I'm watching it. I
almost puked, just thinking about it, but I didn't. I probably would get a
beating if I did that.
	The next morning, I quickly realized that there was a standard
routine in prison. Wake up was at 6:30a.m from Monday to Friday, and
8:00a.m on Weekends. Breakfast was at 7:15a.m. The breakfast consisted of
old bread, shitty coffee, half-cooked bacon and an apple(which was actually
ripe). I heard on good days they sometimes have eggs. I attempted to eat
all of my breakfast, but could only manage the apple and water. My stomach
wasn't with me this morning.
	The director of the prison decided to put me in the shirt making
factory. My job, from 8a.m to 2p.m, five days a week was to put buttons on
tee-shirts. I didn't realize that there was a set quota per day, and I was
well below it. I got my ears ringed out by the guard, telling me to move
quicker next time or they will move me to laundry department. Over the
weeks, I slowly found ways to improve, and quickly past the quota per
day. I was actually proud of myself. Pretty pathetic though afterwards,
since I used to run part of a successful company, and now I am doing
this. I make 50cents per hour. That is a big drop from $18.50 before
prison.
	Weekends were an okay time for me. Saturday mornings, prisoners had
an option of staying in their cells, going outside into the "fresh" air, or
watching a movie. I decided to go outside and think. I wasn't outside long
before a few people appeared and began talking with me. They were in for
the same crimes. One of them, Larry, asked if I wanted to join a support
group that helps people deal with this so called problem of pedophilia. At
first I was hesitant, because I didn't think I had a problem, but I decided
to try. I was warned by some people that there are some queer rapers in
here, dying for new meat and are especially looking for people who raped
kids.
	As I was walking back to my cell, I began fearing something, but I
couldn't grasp what it was. I was only about a minute away from my cell
when all of a sudden I was quickly yanked into a utilities room by two
prisoners. At first I didn't even know what was happening, but then it
dawned on me about the queer rapers wanting new meat. I needed to get out
of here, but how. These perverts were trying to tie me up and I knew what
they wanted. I wouldn't go down without a good fight.


Chapter 13

	I thought I might be able to fight them off, they were incredibly
strong, and large. I was consistently beaten in the back with some kind of
rod. I was in so much pain, I couldn't defend myself anymore. I heard the
loud unzip sound of their pants. I knew I was going to be raped.  I was
quickly tied, my arms locked together, preventing me from fighting I could
feel one of the mans hands feeling for my zipper, and he found it. He
quickly ripped my pants off just like newlyweds would do on their honey
moon night. But I knew I wasn't in for any honey moon. I heard one comment
saying "we have a tight one here" and the other saying "finally for once".
They turned me over like I was a peace of meat, waiting to be eaten.
	An extremely sharp pain hit my anus in the matter of seconds. They
were rough. I could feel one of them stick their dick into my butt. Every
inch further, the pain worsened. Tears began down my face. One of them said
to shut up or I will be eating something in a minute. I tried to be as
quiet as I could, but the pain was not bearable. I could feel something
trickling down my legs, I wasn't sure if that was his dirty cum or blood
rushing out of my ass.  He moved faster and faster and I closed my eyes,
hoping this would end. But it didn't.
	He finally stopped, but it was only for a second. The other man
took over, and did the same. The pain wasn't as bad, but it still hurt like
hell. My insides were churning as if choking the life out of me. I began
puking, and making a huge mess. I didn't stop until white vile came
out. The men became frustrated, and smacked me on the back of the head. I
went unconscious.
	From what the guards say, I was found laying on the ground when
they were searching for me in the prison. I caused a prison lockdown. I
wasn't in my cell when I woke up, I was in the prison hospital. Every time
I moved my legs, pains shot up from my ass to my stomach. They must have
damaged me somehow. The doctor told me I was raped, and that I should
recover within a few days. I almost swore at him when he told me that. How
can somebody recover from a violent rape like that??. The doctor also took
blood samples, thinking I may have HIV or some other dirty disease. I
figure I didn't, but I regret not thinking about it.
	I don't remember much of the rape now, only the faces of the two
men. I relayed the description to my cell mate and now friend Will. Two
days after I was returned to my cell, I heard from others that the two men
were found beaten so badly that both were in coma's.
	I felt relieved by that statement, but then it quickly dawned on me
what I was in for. Am I just as bad as the rapers who raped me? I finally
fell asleep, crying over it.



 to it. I slowly grabbed his now stiff little rod again. His large purple
head was quite distinctive on his penis, but it was so nice. I decided to
put some of my "special" oil on his cock, hoping it would increase his
pleasures, and it did. I applied the scented oil, and went at it. My hand
ran smoothly up and down on his cock, and I wasn't planning on stopping
anytime soon. I kept jerking him off, slow at times, and fast at
others. Matt was in heaven. His stomach was moving up and down really fast,
just like waves would do in a fierce storm.
	With my free hand, I decided to try and finger him. I never touched
his butt yet, so my curiosity was all over the place. I played with the
opening of his tight, virgin hole a bit, but didn't actually go in.. It was
so beautiful. Matt seemed pretty ticklish there, and I wasn't sure if he
would let me fuck him, but maybe I will have a chance later?.
	It has been about 20 minutes now, and I think Matt might have a dry
orgasm. Sweat was coming down his face in buckets, his eyes were closed,
his mouth open, making small wincing sounds. I don't know what Matt was
thinking, but all of a sudden I felt these small pulses around his penis,
like a heart beating. I knew then, he had a dry orgasm. I was hoping he
would shoot cum, but I guess I can't be surprised all the time!
	Matts breathing subsided for a few minutes, and then the questions
came. "What does it feel like to shoot white stuff all over the place" I
answered back, as best I could, that it feels similar to what you just
felt, except maybe a little stronger. He said "cool". I told him that maybe
in a year he will shoot some, and I would like to be the first one to
see. Matt smiled again, that special smile.
	Matt decided to quickly go home and get some clothes and a pillow
for the night. I honestly think he won't need his pillow, but you never
know. Before he left, I cleaned the remaining dry cum off his face. As I
closed the door and watched him walk away for a short time, I realized that
all my dreams have been fulfilled. Should I really take this further, or
maybe just end it here?

Chapter 7

	I quickly hopped over to the corner store to pick up some pop and
chips. As I was paying for it all, the clerk commented how happy I looked,
and asked if I won a million dollars or something. I told him no, but that
I was able to get something that I wanted for a long time with that special
look. The old man knew what I meant, and smiled and said "I remember those
times".  I was thinking as I left, if only he knew what kind of tail that I
got and more to come.

	As I walked back home, all I could think about was the whole
situation with Matt. In a way I felt guilty for taking something away that
is so inocent, but its so difficult when he's right there, with that
beautiful smile.  As I was opening the door to my house, I saw Matt, and
what I assumed was Adam with him. I dropped my bag in surprise when I saw
Adam. He was blond, which is what I like. His eyes were sparkling blue, but
still not as nice as Matt's I thought. His skin looked smooth from a
difference, slightly brown. His legs were like Matts, skinny as a pole.
Matt and Adam were probably wondering what was up, because they kept
waving, and I wasn't waving back. I was so memorized with Adam's and Matts
looks. Two beautiful boys coming to my house to do god knows what with each
other, and maybe me included too.
	I quickly picked up my bag, and introduced myself to Adam. He said
hi, with that little squeak in his voice. He hasn't hit puberty yet. Adam
was 10 years old at the time, a year younger then Matt. I can now see why
Matt liked getting into Adam's pants.
	Matt asked again if he and Adam could go swimming, and I said
sure. I wasn't afraid now to ask if they were swimming nude or with
trunks. Matt answered nude right away, and Adam took a minute of pondering
to say the same. I was in exticey.
	I went back into the bathroom, and changed into my speedo's
again. Before I left the bathroom, I gazed into the mirror, thinking, why
are these boys interested in me?