Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2005 20:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: David S <john_mateo418@yahoo.com>
Subject: john_mateo chapter 22

Ok guys here is another chapter of J and M.  I hope you all enjoy it.
Please if you're underage of it's against the law to read or view this kind
of story please leave now!  If it's ok that you're here and you like
reading about gay relationships then please proceed.

All comments are welcomed.  Write me at john_mateo@yahoo.com

I've seemed to have lost my editor.  So please excuse all the mess-ups.
Thanks David

John and Mateo
Chapter 22


Sheila and Adam Clark sat at the dinner table having lunch. His habit was
to come home for lunch and eat with his wife when she was on her summer
break from school.  Being the owner of his own construction company Adam
had the luxury of taking time off whenever he wanted.  He and his wife were
excited about seeing their son and his boyfriend.  Adam sat at the table
with a silly grin on his face.  He was lost in his thoughts as he ate his
lunch.

"Adam you're like a little kid.  Will you please try and calm down."
Sheila said to her husband as he sat there with a huge grin on his face.
She had watched as he squirmed in his seat.

"I'm just excited about seeing my son.  Isn't my fault." He flashed another
smile at his wife and placed his hand onto hers.  "I'm sure you can relate
to what I'm feeling.  It's been 3 months since we've seen him."

Sheila nodded her head in agreement.  "I know what you mean.  I've missed
him too."  She looked into her husbands eyes, "Are you happy for your son?"
She studied his face.

"Of course I'm happy Sheila.  He's finally found happines with his life."
He looked down at the table.  "It's only...I just wish."

She placed her other hand on top of his hand.  "I know you're worried for
him."

"There are so many obstacles ahead for him and Mateo."  He squeezed her
hand.  "I'm worried for them." She nodded her head.  "I know.  But John is
a strong young man.  At least he wont be alone.  They'll have each other."

At that moment the front door screen opened and then slammed shut.  They
heard foot steps on the hardwood flooring.  They both turned their head
towards the doorway.  They looked to see their nephew Douglas "Douggie"
Clark walk into the room.  He didn't bother with a greeting and didn't meet
the eyes of his aunt and uncle.  He pulled out a chair and the table and
plopped himself down to eat.  He reached for a tuna sandwich only to have
his hand slapped by his aunt.

"Fuck, why'd you hit my hand."

"Watch your mouth young man."  Adam said as he watch his nephew rub his
hand.  "Go wash your hands before you eat."

Douggie stood from the table, causing the chair to fall backwards.  He
stormed out of the room.  "Forget it, I'm not hungry."  He glared at his
uncle.  "I'm going to the park."

"Douggie sit down and eat."  Sheila said to her nephew.  "You need to eat,
honey."

"I said I'm not hungry."  He said over his shoulder as he made his way to
the front door.

Adam called out, "Don't stay out too late.  John should be home today and
we're having BBQ for dinner."

"Whatever."  Douggie said as the screen door slammed.

Douggie was a 14 year old typical teenager.  His parents pleaded with
Sheila and Adam to watch him as they took a second honeymoon trip.  He was
5'9", 135lbs, blond hair, blue eyes.  His body was slim and he dressed like
a California skater boy.  He lived in Riverside California with his parents
and other siblings.  Lucky for Adam and Sheila, his younger brother and
sister were taken by their grandparents.

"That boy needs a serious talking to."  Adam was still looking at the empty
chair where Douggie sat just seconds before.  "How do his parents handle
him?"

"They don't.  That seems to be the problem."  Sheila said as picked up the
fallen chair and began to clear the table.  "He seems so angry at the
world.  What do you think is the matter with him?"

"I have no clue.  It's going to be a very long two weeks."  Adam said.

***

After storming out of his Uncle's house Douggie headed to the park a few
blocks away.  He maneuvered his skateboard like a pro.  He didn't bother
with any safety gear.  He had the bruises to prove it.  The two days since
being in town Douggie hadn't seen another skater.  He reached the park and
began to skate.  He loved this park.  It had a special area just for
skaters.  He began to skate and didn't notice the young Asian boy watching
him.  He was doing pretty good until he lost his balance and fell off his
board.  He landed on his chest causing the air to be knocked from his
lungs.

"Dude, are you OK?"  The boy asked running toward him.

Douggie turned over onto his back.  His vision was a little blurry as he
looked at the boy hovering over him.  "What happened?"  He asked.

"You fell off your board.  You OK?"  He said, repeating the question.

"Yeah, I'm Ok."  Douggie said as he tried to sit up.

The Asian boy stuck out his hand to help him sit up.  Once up, he sat there
for a few minutes trying to get air back into his lungs.  He looked up into
the other boys face.  He was about the same age as Douggie.  He was dressed
the same way as Douggie with baggy jeans and a huge white shirt. His black
hair fell over his almond-shaped brown eyes.  His skin was smooth and
tanned from the sun.

"Are you sure you're OK?  You didn't hit your head or anything did you?"
He asked again looking at the blond boy.

"Yeah I'm good dude.  Thanks."  He smiled at the boy.  "I'm Douglas Clark,
but you can call me Douggie."  He said as he extended his hand.

"I'm Mauricio Romero, but people call me Jr. (junior)."  He said as they
shook hands.

"Let me guess, you were named after your father."  Douggie said as he
smiled at his new friend.

"Yup, you know it dude.  You too?"  Jr asked.

Douggie smiled, "My grandfather."

A big grin spread across Jr's face revealing a mouth full of braces.  He
shook his head. "Parents."  Douggie chuckled.  "Yeah."

"You gonna sit there all day?"  Jr asked.

"Yeah, I will if you don't help me up."  Douggie flashed his own white
tooth smile.

Jr extended his hand once again.  Douggie reached for it and with minimal
effort was back on his feet.  He looked around and saw his skateboard.

"Fuck, it's ruined.  Look at this."  He exclaimed as he picked up his
board.  "The fucking wheels were torn off.  I don't have the funds to fix
it."

"Time to hit up the `rents for a loan."  Jr said looking at the broken
board in his new friend's hand.

"Only problem is I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle.  My parents are on a
trip.  I know they wont give me the money."

"That's why I've never seen you before."  Jr said.  "How long have you been
here?"

"A couple of days.  I'll be here for two weeks."

A huge smile appeared on Jr's face.  "That's cool bro.  Now I have someone
to hang with.  Most of the kids in the neighborhood are too young for me.
At least we can hang out until you have to leave."  Jr's face lit up.
"Hey, I have an idea.  I have another board at my house.  Wanna check it
out?"

Douggie nodded, "Sounds like a plan dude.  Lead the way."

They were soon at Jr's house.  "I have to check in with mom.  Be right
back."

Before Jr could leave Douggie spoke, "Do you think I can use your bathroom?
I'd like to wash up a little."  He showed his new friend his dirty hands.

"Sure, c'mon."  Jr smiled, leading the way into the house.

They were greeted by a small poodle.  The rucust that the dog made caused
Jr's mother to enter the living room.  "Hey mom."  Jr greeted his mother
with a light kiss on her cheek.

"You're finally home.  You almost missed lunch."  She said.  She looked at
Douggie, "Hi I'm Rachel Romero, Jr's mom."

"Mom, this is Douggie Clark.  He's visiting his aunt and uncle for a couple
of weeks.  He busted his board at the park and I'm gonna to let him use my
spare one."

It's nice to meet you Douggie.  Welcome.  I'm glad that Jr found someone
his own age to play with."

Jr slapped his forehead, "Moooom!  We don't play. We hang out." He quickly
corrected his mother.

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Sorry son.  `Hang out' I wont forget the next
time.  I promise."  She shook her head and giggled.  She looked at her son
and then directed her question towards Douggie.  "Would you like to join us
for lunch?  You haven't eaten have you?"

Douggie blushed remembering the hard time that he gave his Uncle Adam and
Aunt Sheila. "Um, no ma'am, I haven't.  `Why was I such a jerk to my aunt
and uncle?'  He thought to himself.

"Well, then you'll eat with us.  We're having grilled cheese, and salad."

Douggie smiled, "I'd like that.  Thank you."

"Good.  It'll be ready in ten minutes."  She looked at her son. "Show him
where to wash up and you do the same."

Jr stood at attention and saluted his mother.  "Yes Sir."

"Get going you little stinker."

Jr laughed as he left the room with Douggie on his heels.  They went
upstairs to use Jr's bathroom.

His room was the typical teenage male bedroom.  He had a few posters on the
wall. The American soccer Olympic team were on one wall and the other wall
had Michael Phelps and Ian Thorpe.  A computer desk with a laptop computer
was in one corner and a stereo system and TV with a PS/2 was in the other
corner.

"Wow cool room." Douggie said as he glanced around the room.

"Thanks."was Jr's only reply.

"You like soccer and swimming?"  Douggie asked, walking into the bathroom.

"Um..um..yeah I do."  Jr replied.  He forgot about the posters in his
bedroom.  He should have used the bathroom downstairs to wash his hands.
Jr cursed himself, the posters were more of a fantasy for him.  He fell in
love with Ian Thorpe from the first time he saw him in his skin suit.
There were many nights when he would blast his load while thinking of Ian
or Michael making love to him.

"All yours."  Douggie said as he walked out of the bathroom interrupting
Jr's thoughts.

"Cool, be right out."  Jr rushed by Douggie and into the bathroom trying to
hide the bulge in his pants.

Minutes later they were seated at the table eating cheesy sandwiches and a
tasty green salad.  They both eat three sandwiches and two helpings of
salad.  Rachel was always amazed at the amount teenage boys ate.  She
kidded them as she watched the food disappear.

Rachel spoke, "So, you're staying with you aunt and uncle?  Who are they?"

"Adam and Sheila Clark.  They live over on Maple."  Douggie said between
bites.

"Oh yes, I know the Clarks.  Very nice people."  She looked at her son,
"Wasn't she your teacher last year?"

"Yeah, she's a really cool teacher.  This one time she even played her
violin for us.  She's really good."  Jr said.

"We had them over for dinner once.  Tell them I said hello."  Rachel smiled
at Douggie.

Douggie returned her smile and suddenly felt guilty for the way he acted
earlier.  He needed to make it right with his aunt and uncle.  He suddenly
felt the need to leave.  He didn't want to be rude so decided to wait until
after lunch.

Once lunch was done, Jr and Douggie helped with the quick clean up.

"So you want to go skate?"  Jr asked looking at Douggie.  "I think I'd
better get going.  I have to take care of something."  He looked at his new
friend and smiled, "Thanks for lunch."

Jr's face fell with disappointment. "OK, it's cool.  Maybe we can hang
tomorrow."

"Sure Bro. I'd like that."  Douggie said.  "Um, about that board.  Do you
think I can use it now?"  "Sure, it's in the garage.  C'mon let's go get
it."

After exchanging phone numbers, Douggie was riding down the sidewalk
towards his uncle's house.  As he pulled up he noticed a truck parked in
the drive way.  `John must be home.'  He thought to himself as he hopped
off the board and walked up to the front door.  He remembered John as a
quiet guy, kind or nerdy looking guy.  He was cool and all but there was
always something about him that Douggie couldn't put his finger on.  He
left the new board and broken board outside and entered the house.  He
heard talking and laughter as he walked in.  He looked into room.  He was
his uncle, aunt, John and some guy sitting and talking.

"Hey."  Douggie said.  All heads turned towards him.

"Douggie, good your home.  Come on in.  Your cousin John is home."  Sheila
said.

"How are you Douggie?"  John asked as he stood up.  He walked toward him
and hugged him.  "It's good to see you cousin.  How are things?"

"Good to see you too John. Things are good dude.  How are things with you?"

"Good dude."  John released Douggie.  "I want you to meet someone."  He
looked at Mateo.  "This is Mateo, my boyfriend."

At the mention of the word boyfriend Douggie's body stiffened.  His face
clearly showed his confusion.  "Your what?"  He asked.

Mateo stood up.  He looked at the young man.  "His boyfriend."  He smiled,
"Nice to meet you Douggie."

Douggie stood there for a moment looking between John and Mateo.  "Um,
yeah.  Nice to um, meet you too."  Once again he looked at his cousin.  He
turned away from them and spoke to his aunt and uncle.  "Can I speak to you
in private please?"

Sheila and Adam looked at each other as they walked into the kitchen.  They
both looked at Douggie with questioning eyes.

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have
acted like that."

Sheila and Adam could tell the he wanted to say more.  They both knew
something was bothering him.  He was looking at them with sorrowful eyes.

"Douggie is there anything wrong?"  His aunt asked.

His eyes looked in the direction of the room where John and Mateo sat.
"No... nothing's wrong."  He looked into Sheila's eyes, "I think I'm going
to lay down.  I'm not feeling well."

Sheila always the mother-hen asked her nephew what was wrong.  She looked
at his eyes.  She could tell that he was on the verge of crying.

"Nothing is wrong.  I just need to take a nap."  With that said Douggie
left the room using the back stairs to go to his room.  He couldn't walk
through the room with John and Mateo.  He quietly wished that he could be
anywhere other then his aunt and uncle's house.

***

A knock on the door roused the sleeping teenager.  He opened his eyes and
looked at the door.  Once again the light tapping filled the room.
"Douggie, are you awake?"  The voice of his uncle came from the other side
of the door.

"I'm up."  He said blinking away the sleep from his mind.

The door opened, Adam stuck his head through the opening. "Dinner in
fifteen minutes.  Your aunt needs your help setting the patio table."

"OK, I'll be down in a minute."

Adam closed the door to the room and walked away.  Douggie closed his eyes
as he heard his uncle's footsteps fade away.  He thoughts turned back to
the dream still lingering in his foggy head.  He silently wished it was
only a dream.  But sadly, it wasn't a dream; it was reality.

***

He was in his front yard adjusting the wheels on his skate board.  His
parents would be home soon.  He was thankful that he didn't have to go to
day-care like his brother and sister.  His best friend Tommy rode up on his
board.  Douggie looked up and smiled at him.

"What's up bro."  He said standing up.  The two young boys bumped fists.
Immediately Douggie felt that something was wrong.  "What's wrong Tommy?
You look like you just lost your best friend."

Tommy looked at Douggie and then at the ground.  "Can I talk to you about
something.  It's kinda important and I have to do this before I chicken
out.

Douggie stopped working on his board and closely examined his friend.  "You
know you can tell me anything Bro.  What's on your mind."  As he listened
to his friend, Douggie wasn't prepared for what Tommy shared.  His mind
couldn't believe his ears.

Tommy looked down at his feet, "I'm gay Douggie."  Tommy continued, "I'm in
love with you.  I didn't mean for it to happen.  It just did.  Please don't
hate me."

"You can't be gay."  He denied.  "You're fucking kidding right?"  His mind
was whirling.

"No, I'm not kidding Douggie.  I'm gay." He hesitated, "I love you Douggie.
Ever since we were kids."

"Stop! Just stop OK!"  Douggie screamed causing Tommy to jump.  "I don't
want to hear it."  In Douggie's mind life seemed to be falling apart.  He
didn't know what to do.  He looked at his best friend of so many years.
Tommy looked frightened.

Tears began to roll down Tommy's cheeks. "Please Douggie let me try to
explain."

Douggie felt betrayed.  All these years Tommy lied to him.  He felt the
anger begin to rise to his face.  His voice rose as he shouted at his
friend.

"I said STOP!  You don't need to explain, I understand.  You're a faggot.
You like to suck dick.  Well, you're not getting anything from me.  You
hear me!"  His voice began to crack with emotions.  "How could you lie to
me?"  He pushed Tommy away.  Why didn't you tell me?"

Tommy began to cry, "Please Douggie.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you.  I'm so
sorry."  Once again Tommy tried to touch his best friend.  His attempt was
abruptly stopped by a blow to his face.  He fell to the ground.

"Don't touch me, ever!  You hear me faggot!  Get the fuck out of here.  I
don't ever want to see you again."  Douggie watched as Tommy picked himself
off the ground.  A total look of shock on his face.  "Get the fuck out of
here!"

The silent tears continued to flow as Tommy turned to leave.  His hand
covered his left eye. "I never wanted to hurt you.  You have to believe
me."

"I said LEAVE!"  Douggie spat.  His body began to shake with rage.  His
eyes began to burn with tears.  He didn't want to lose it in front of
Tommy.  He watched as his ex-best friend ran away.  Douggie finally let
himself cry as he entered the house.  He went up to his bedroom and fell
onto his bed.

*** "Douggie!  The table!"  Adam's voice shook Douggie out of his thoughts.
He quickly went to the bathroom and relieved his bladder.  He washed his
tears away and went down stairs.  He felt like he had swallowed a rock.

He finally had the table set and ready for everyone to eat.  The BBQ
smelled great.

***

Dinner went well Or so it seemed. Everyone but Douggie seemed to enjoying
themselves and the meal.  He was seated between his aunt Sheila and Mateo.
He watched as John and Mateo would touch each other.  The touches, although
not sexual made Douggie feel uncomfortable.  He watched when John would
place his hand on Mateo's arm or shoulder.  Mateo would return the touches.
Douggie sat there and didn't say anything.  The conversation switched to
last spring and the attack. John's parents listened to their son as he
described his feelings.  He and Mateo each took turns sharing about their
new friendship with Snake.

"I was so proud of him mom, you should have seen him."  John's face beamed
as he told them about the reconciling of Mateo and Snake.  "Snake couldn't
believe what was happening.  He was so shocked."

Mateo reached for John's hand.  "I knew that I had to do this for John, but
I know I needed to do it for me as well."  Mateo looked at John, "I was so
scared when I went to the hospital.  I didn't know what I would have done
if..."  His voice faded away he looked into John's eyes.  With their eyes
locked onto each other John and Mateo leaned into each other and softly
kissed.

"You fags are gross.  That's disgusting."  Douggie's loud voice
interrupting the kiss.  "You know what?  You should have died.  I think all
fags should die."

"Douglas Charles Clark!"  Adam's voice was thick with anger.  "That is
enough. I don't want you to EVER talk like that again.  Do you understand
me young man?"

Douggie crossed his arms in defiance, "Whatever!"  He began to stand up.

"SIT DOWN, we are not finished."  Adam's voice was filled with anger.

"You fags wanna suck my dick?"  Douggie said to John and Mateo as he turned
to leave.

"Douglas sit down.  I'm not going to ask you again."  Adam felt like he was
losing control.

Douggie threw down his napkin, "Fuck this.  I'm outta here."

"I said get back here!" Adam's voice shouted.  He began to stand.

"Adam."  Sheila said to her husband; trying to quiet him.

Douggie turned and left the table.  He ran out the front door, grabbed the
skate board and headed towards Jr's house.  As he skated down the street
his mind once again played the memory of that day with Tommy.  Tears began
to stream down his face.  He finally couldn't take it anymore and stepped
off the board.  A cry of pain and anger erupted from his throat.  "Why did
you have to fuck things up?  Why?"  He repeated the question to himself as
he sat on the curb.  He pulled his knees into his body.  He felt so alone.
"Why did you have to be gay?"

"Douggie?"

The sound of his own name caused his head to snap up.  He prayed that it
wasn't Jr.  No such luck as he looked into Jr's eyes.  He quickly stood up
trying desperately trying to wipe any evidence of his crying.  "Hey dude.
What's up?  I was coming over to see if you wanted to ride before it gets
too dark."  Douggie tried to smile.

Jr didn't bother with a reply to his question.  He knew something was
wrong.  He heard the cry just seconds earlier.  He wanted to help his new
friend.  He just didn't know how.

"Are you OK?"  Jr looked at Douggie with concern in his eyes.

"I'm great!"  Douggie lied.

"Dude, I know something's up.  I heard you.  Do you want to talk about it?"

"I said I'm fucking fine.  Now will you just drop it?"  Douggie pleaded.

"Fine, whatever you want."  Jr said.  He began to turn away but couldn't
just drop the subject.  He saw the way Douggie was hurting.  "You know
what?  I'm not going to drop it.  If you can't tell me what's bothering you
then I don't want to hang out with you."  He looked at the surprise on
Douggie's face.  "We're supposed to be friends and friends help each
other."  He turned to leave.

Jr walked about 15 feet away.  "Wait."  Douggie said.  Jr stopped but
didn't turn around.  "OK I'll tell you."

The two teenagers walked to the park.  Douggie was quiet the whole way and
looked like he was going to be sick.  They managed to find a spot where is
was quiet.  They sat under an oak tree.  The turmoil in Douggie's head was
causing his head to ache.  After a few minutes he looked at Jr and began.

"I lost my best friend before I came here.  We had been friends ever since
we were kids.  His name is Tommy.  We did everything together.  We were
like brothers."  Douggie's face clouded over with sadness.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Douggie."  Jr tried to understand. "Did he die?"

For a moment Douggie had wished it were true.  In some way he thought it
would have been easier.  "No, he didn't die."

Jr watched as Douggie brushed the lock of blond hair from his face.  He
wanted so much to make the pain go away.  He wanted to take Douggie in his
arms and protect him from the pain that seemed to control his friend.

"He had been acting funny for a couple of weeks.  I kept catching him
staring at me funny.  When I asked what was wrong he said that nothing was
wrong.  Finally I told him to stop staring at me and until he was ready to
tell what was bothering him not to come around.  I was getting freaked out.
I didn't know was going on in his head.  Finally one day right before
school left out for summer he came to my house."  Douggie's eyes began to
sting with tears.  He tried his best not to cry.  His voice was cracking,
"He told me he was gay.  He told me that he loved me more than just a
friend."  He looked at Jr, "I didn't know what to do.  I felt that he lied
to me, that he was playing with my mind."  Finally like a dam had broken
Douggie's tears fell from his eyes.  "I told him to fuck off.  I told him
that I hated him."  He looked at Jr, "You know what?  I don't hate him.  In
fact I miss him."  He pulled his knees up to his chest.  "Why did he have
to be gay?  Why can't he be straight?"

Jr watched as Douggie sat there in pain.  He sat there listening to the
soft sobs.  "I told you today that I wanted to be friends with you."  He
held his breath, "I don't think we can be friends Douggie."

When Douggie heard that he looked at Jr.  At this time in his life the
thing he needed the most was someone to call a friend. "What do you mean?"

Jr looked into Douggie's eyes.  "I have something to tell you."


***

Back at the Clark home John and Mateo were in his bedroom unpacking their
bags.  Mateo noticed the N'Sync poster on the wall.  He chuckled.  "So you
liked listening to N'Sync?"  He asked nodding his head towards the poster
on the wall.  "Should I be jealous?"

John giggled, "You should be.  I was this close to running away with Lance.
He was my nightly jerk off fantasy."  He plopped down on his bed.  "Oh, the
nights we spent together. If this bed could talk."

Mateo laughed as he looked at John, "With me, it was Ricky Martin."  He
shook his head, "I was so in love with him."  He locked eyes with John.
They both smiled, "What was I thinking?"  Mateo threw up his hands.  "I was
so young."  .

"Is that your excuse?"  John cocked an eyebrow at his Latin stud.

"And what was your excuse?"  Mateo asked peering at John and crossing his
arms.

"OK,OK you win.  I give."  John said as he leapt onto Mateo's back.  His
hands found Mateo's nipples.  He gave them a squeeze, "Gotcha, you can't
get away."


"Oh Yeah?  Watch me."  With that Mateo flipped John over his shoulder.
John went over his shoulder like rag doll and landed on the bed.  Mateo
smiled down at John.  He leaned over and gave him an upside down kiss.
"Whose got who now?"  Mateo asked pinching John's nipples.

John put his arm around Mateo's head and pulled him into another kiss.
This kiss was passionate.  Mateo's eyes were still closed as John released
him.

"What do you think we should do about my cousin?  We need to talk to him."
John's soft voice touched Mateo's ear.

"He's angry at something.  I don't think it us.  I think it's something
much bigger."  Mateo said.  "Maybe we should give it some time.  If it
continues to get worse we'll deal with him."

John looked into the dark pools of Mateo's eyes.  "I think you're right.
We'll wait and see what happens."  He leaned in a kissed his sexy lips.
John slipped his tongue into Mateo's mouth.

"Mmm, you taste so good.  So spicy."

Mateo chuckled, "Spicy?  I'm spicy?"

John giggled, "Spicy."  He whispered.

Their one moment of passion was interrupted by a knock in the door and his
father's voice.

"John, there's someone here to see you.  You better hurry up.  I don't
think your mother can control her."

"Her?"  Mateo asked with questioning eyes.

"That must be Jenny.  You know, I told you about her.  She's my best
friend."  John explained.  "C'mon, I can't wait to meet her."

John yanked the door open and headed for the stairs.  He raced down the
stairs Standing in the living room was his best friend Jennifer Sheer.

"Jenny!"  John yelled as he raced across the room.

"Johnny!"  Jenny answered his call with a huge smile.  She was the only one
allowed to use his childhood nick name.

The two hugged for a long time.  The months of separation melted away as
they were reunited.

"Look at you, you look great!"  John said.  "I see that college life agrees
with you."

Jenny smiled, "Well, I haven't received any complaints."  Her eyes scanned
John up and down.  He blushed feeling like he was on display. She began to
circle him.  "Look at you Johnny.  You're totally different from when I
last saw you.  Are you working out?"  She asked.  She felt his arms.  "Mmm,
hard guns.  Nice Johnny."  She then pushed up his shirt revealing his bare
chest and abs.  "Whoa, look at that!  A six-pack!  When did you get that?"

John's face was crimson from blushing.  He quickly covered his body.  "I
wouldn't call it a six-pack."  His nose crinkled, "More like a four pack.
I'm a couple of cans short." He chuckled.

"Well that's nothing to be ashamed of.  I bet all the boys are after you."
Jenny knew that John had come out to his parents.  She was keeping her
fingers crossed that she hadn't stepped on any feet with her comment.

John chuckled, "I have one boy and that's all I need."  He looked at Jenny,
"you remember, I wrote you about him."

At that moment Mateo walked in.  He stopped and leaned his body against the
door frame.

John saw Mateo walk in.  "Speaking of boyfriends, Jenny I'd like you to
meet mine."  John and Jenny turned toward the doorway.  "This is Mateo
Villasenor, my boyfriend."

Mateo smiled his best smiled and shook hands with Jenny.  You could have
driven a truck into Jenny's open mouth.

"Hi, it's nice to finally meet you.  John has told me so much about you.
Mateo said as he shook her hand.

Jenny seemed to have lost her train of thought.  "Um, yeah. Uh.. Er..." Her
brain finally kicked it, "He's told me a lot about you too.  But he didn't
tell me you were the hottest guy on the planet."

Mateo looked down at the carpet as he smiled, "Thank you." It was all he
could manage to get out.

"And he's shy too."  Jenny cracked as she elbowed John in the side.

"Jenny." John warned his friend.  "Stop drooling over my boyfriend."

They all erupted in laughter.  Once all was calm again Jenny spoke, "Are
you guys hungry?  There's a new burger place across town.  I thought we
could go and check it out."

"We had a huge lunch but we can still go and hang out."  John offered.

"Coolio."  Jenny said.  "Let's jam this tortilla stand."

Mateo chuckled, "So that's where you got that saying." He said looking at
John.

"Yup, that's where I got it."  John quickly relayed the story of their
first meeting.

She laughed, "Stick around Mateo I got a million sayings."

John laughed, "you're in for it now mister."

Mateo feigned fear.  "Oooh I'm so scared."

"C'mon Matty boy, walk me out."  Jenny said as she slipped her arm around
his.

John snickered as he watched Mateo mouth the his new nick name.  His
boyfriend was captured by Jenny and John was loving every minute of it.

"Move it.  Pretty boy!" Jenny called over her shoulder to John as she and
Mateo walked out the door.

Mateo looked behind him and laughed.  "Pretty boy."

Minutes later they were on their way.

******

Ok guys that's all for now.  This chapter was actually cut in half.  I had
written about 30 pages of text and I had to cut it down.  I hope you'll
take a minute to send me your thoughts on the story...

Take care,
David