Date: Tue, 03 Feb 2004 23:57:56 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 1  ...new series for high school

CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 1
   (Matt's story)
   by Eric L.                               *** ADULT FICTION ***
erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com
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   Thank you.  --Eric
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CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt's story) - Chapter 1

I guess when you get to be 17 and you're a senior in high school,
either one of two things happens--you get real happy and
energetic over the future and have a good time, or you get
depressed thinking that once school is over, your world dies a
little.  I felt like my world would die a little.  I was heading
to my locker when I heard my name over the P.A.

"Matt Andikker . . . Matthew Andikker, please report to the photo
lab."

I was stunned to hear my name called in connection with the
photography club.  I never had anything to do with them.  It was
after seventh period, which meant no more classes, so I went
right away.  When I got there, I knocked and knocked at the door
with a sign that said:

PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB - KNOCK FIRST.

I kept knocking for what I thought was too long a time.

"Hey!" a familiar voice said.  It was Kirk Samuels.

Kirk was a good friend of mine--another senior in my high school.
We played tennis a lot, but never felt motivated to join the
school team.

"I got paged to come here," I said, a little stressed.

"Oh," Kirk said, looking guilty, "that was me.  None of the other
guys are here.  They're taking pics outside."

"You?  You're in the photography club?"

"No, Shawn is, and I'm waiting for him here."

"Ah!  How old is Shawn, anyway?"  Shawn was Kirk's younger
brother.  He was a freshman, and went to our school.

"He was 14 last month.  Why?"

"Oh, just curious.  I see him with his friends in the lunch room,
sometimes.  He seems nice."

"Nice?  Yeah, he's okay.  He's not lazy or anything, thank God!
We get along . . . on MOST things."

"He can't be too bad--he goes to the games," I said.

Kirk was silent.

Kirk and I and a bunch of other friends always went to the
football games together.  We didn't make it obvious, but we
looked down on guys who didn't go.

"So, what don't you and Shawn get along on?"

"Don't ask."

I nodded in silence.  I never pushed Kirk on a subject.  He did
the same for me.

Kirk was more than a best friend.  Kirk was the only guy I knew
who ignored my boner if I had one in the shower after tennis, or
when we went skinny dipping.

I think they say you're supposed to be at your sex peak at 16,
but that's not true.  At 17, I was ten times hornier than I was
the year before.

Kirk is cute, and I'm gay--so if we had to be naked together, I
would always bone up.  Kirk was not gay, and I never saw him get
hard.  Rarely, he would get a little bigger than normal, but
nothing really approaching a hardon--except in class a few times,
I saw him tent, but we all did that.

Another difference between us was that Kirk is shy and quiet.
And 'the great Matthew Andikker' as Kirk sometimes referred to
me, was just the opposite.  Leave me alone in a functioning
building for a week and I would know everyone, right down to the
deliverymen.

But Kirk never asked why I got hard, or teased me about it.  I
guess he thought of it as a quirk, I don't know.  He had quirks,
too, and I never said anything about them, either.

Once in a while I felt slighted.  I thought I had a nice boner.

>From Kirk, I learned when to be quiet--when to shut up and
listen--and that proved to be a hard but valuable lesson for me.
Not that I always applied it when I should, but that was me--a
natural big mouth, although not crude like the boys from the
south end of town.

Kirk and I always practiced our tennis on Saturday mornings, at
the tennis courts reserved just for teens at the country club.
Both our families were members there.  It wasn't the most elite
club in the area, but I think we had the nicest members.  Very
few show offs or phonies compared to other clubs.

I don't know why, but most of the kids we knew in school were
blue-eyed blondes.  Kirk and his brother were, too--I think it
was a contagious condition in the area.  But I was the odd man
out.

I had chestnut brown hair and dark green eyes.  When I was in
grade school, there were days I cried because I wanted to be
blonde like all the other kids.  I got over it.  At least I had
the thin, tight-muscled build, like all the cool guys.  No one,
not even Kirk, knew I was gay.

Almost everyone at the club worked out, except me and Kirk.  We
thought tennis was enough of a workout--and it was.  We had good
builds, but we weren't exactly football types--although I did try
to join the team in my sophomore and junior years.  I never made
the team.

Kirk and I were pretty much early risers.  We would get to the
teen tennis courts at 8 a.m. on Saturday to practice.  There were
never any other kids there at that hour.  Even when we left, at
about 10:30, we seldom saw any other teens.  I guess our dads
were the good examples for us--Kirk and I talked about that,
once.

So, because of the early hour, I was surprised Kirk brought his
little brother, Shawn, along.  I guess I was surprised that his
brother was WILLING to go along.  I was glad to see him, though.
He just had a good attitude.  He was cute, too.

I had arrived on the court extra early, so I watched the
interaction between the two from far off as they approached.
>From what I saw, I could guess what was happening:  Little bro
asking tons of questions; big bro trying to be patient, and
answer them all.

I was impressed.  Kirk didn't seem to get angry or yell at Shawn.
Finally they were close enough to see the expressions on their
faces.  What a contrast!  Not just the height because Kirk and I
were almost six feet and Kirk's brother Shawn was about five
feet-two inches--but Kirk looked serious (and he was), and Shawn
had this permanent, happy-go-lucky smile that could melt ice.
Nice teeth, too.

Oh, well, I guess that's brothers for you.

I was an only child, so I had to learn this stuff by induction,
and from whatever Kirk told me.  I'd always wished I could have a
brother, younger or older.

By the time Kirk and Shawn were close enough for me to see their
expressions really well, I knew something was up.  Kirk looked
worried.

"Matt!  I'm sorry!  I have to meet Annie at 11, and Shawn's
allergies are acting up.  He needs to go to the doctor, and--man,
I'm sorry.  Could you--"

"Hey, no sweat, Kirk!  I can take him--I'm free after we're done
here."

"Thanks, Matt, but um," Kirk said, still looking worried, "the
doctor's office is in Durston Park."  Durston Park was about 10
miles to the east from where I lived.

"Okay, Kirk--do you think a few miles is gonna make me say 'no'?"

"Geez, Matt.  Thanks buddy.  I owe you.  Oh!  Matt, this is my
brother, Shawn.  Shawn, meet Matt."

"Hi, Shawn, nice to meet you."

"Hi, Matt.  Nice to meet you, too."

Even though Shawn and I had already met each other--we introduced
ourselves in the cafeteria one day--I didn't say anything about
that to Kirk.  I figured, why ruin his introduction.

It's funny, as long as Kirk and I had been friends, I never knew
much of his little brother.  Now, I guess because Shawn was going
to the same school we were, it was more natural to know him
better.  Still, to me it seemed almost as if a new, 14-year-old
boy popped up suddenly.

"Shawn do you play tennis?"

"Well, yes, a little," Shawn said, sounding grown up.

"Yeah," Kirk said, eyeing his brother sideways, "He's good at
hitting pop flies."

Poor Shawn blushed.

"Don't be hard on him," I said, with my zero knowledge of
brotherness, "You should just teach him better."  I could see I
wasn't winning any points with Kirk.

"Yeah, Kirky," Shawn said, "you gotta teach me better!"

"Oh, you don't know what you started, Matthew," Kirk said.

"Um, yes, sir" I said to my normally mild-mannered friend.  Kirk
was so meek sometimes, I would say 'sir' to shake him out of his
rut.  But I knew I was always in trouble when Kirk called me
'Matthew.'

"Sir?" Shawn said, looking up at his brother.

"Never mind!" Kirk said.

We had a good practice, and Shawn even got to try his hand at it
for a few minutes.  It was clear it wasn't Shawn's first crack at
it.  He showed some potential, and I thought Shawn was pretty
good, despite Kirk's sticking his tongue out behind the kid's
back, each time Shawn tried to return the ball.

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"Thanks, again," Kirk said to me after our practice.  "You really
took the heat off me, agreeing to take Shawn to the doctor."

"No sweat, doodle brain.  Relax and go see Annie.  How is she, by
the way."

"Um . . . ," Kirk said, embarrassed by the presence of his little
brother, who fortunately was walking slightly ahead of us, "she's
doing fine."

Then it hit me that Kirk had some news on the sexual front he
wanted to talk about.  Oh, well.  I winked at him.

Kirk knew what I meant, and smiled.

Soon, I was driving with Shawn in the passenger seat, taking him
to the doctor's.  I thought it would be a routine thing, and I
would wait in the waiting room, but Shawn was not used to going
in the examining room alone, so I tagged along with him.

I didn't realize that in addition to Shawn getting an allergy
shot, it was time for his six-month examination.  Wow!  I got to
see Shawn in his tighty-whities!  And my dick let me know it
enjoyed the entertainment.

Luckily, I could remain seated and let it go down, before it was
time to get up and leave.  Shawn had his back to me, the whole
time, so he had no clue about my bodily responses to seeing him
get examined in his underwear.

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The ride home was no real sweat.  Shawn and I made pretty easy
small talk.

"So, what do you think of your brother?  You know he's been my
best friend like forever."

"Yeah.  I think Kirk's cool," Shawn said energetically, "We get
along great!"

"That's good."

"Kirk's good at everything," Shawn said admiringly.

It was so cool to see a neat kid like Shawn thinking good things
about his big brother, and looking up to him.  Of course, it
didn't hurt that his big brother was my best friend.

And Shawn was a good kid.  And I did like him.

"I see how nice you are to your friends in the cafeteria.  That's
impressive."

"Yeah," the kid said, "they're pretty okay."

It was funny.  As I drove, thinking about what Shawn had said
about Kirk, I got boned, and the kid looked over and saw it, so I
blushed.

A few minutes later, I looked over, and the kid was boned, and he
blushed.  When I finally got Shawn home, we just froze in the
car, facing each other, sneaking peeks at our boners, making it
impossible to stop blushing.  Shawn had a strange look on his
face, but he was silent.

"Hey--you don't look too happy, Shawn.  What's up?"

"Oh, nuthin."

"Well, there's cool things you could do at my house.  You wanna
come over?"

"No, that's okay.  I got sumthin' to do."  And Shawn said good-
bye, making a quick exit.

I was pretty sure I knew what the 'something' was that he was
going to do.

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The following week was filled with tests.  Kirk and I compared
notes, and thought we both did well.  But it took its toll in
nerves.  I couldn't wait for Saturday and tennis practice.

It was sunny that Saturday morning--my favorite weather,
especially for tennis.  I never played well on a cloudy day.

After a few minutes, I noticed Kirk looked very concerned--
stressed, even.

"I, uh--need to talk to you, Matt--it's about my brother.  He, he
um--"

"Which one--Shawn or Adam?"  Shawn was Kirk's younger brother;
Adam was the older.

"Shawn."

"Kirk--is he okay?" I said, becoming worried.

"Oh, yeah.  No worries, Matt."

"You know you're safe telling me anything, Kirk."

"Yeah.  That's true," Kirk said, smiling weakly.  "Well, I've
been meaning to tell you this for a long time, but I kept putting
it off."

"Okay," I said.

"Well anyway, this was a while ago.  He looks like he's been
crying, so I ask him what's wrong.  Shawn's pretty smart, y--"

"Yeah, I know."

"So, Shawn says he's afraid of what WILL be wrong, and that hit
me as weird."  Kirk was becoming tense and hesitant.

"It's okay, Kirk--you know you don't have to be nervous with ME."

"Shawn's gay!" Kirk shouted.  I know, I know--I'm not supposed to
be prejudiced against gays, and I'm not.  And I really accept
him.  Shit!  My little brother."

"It's okay, Kirk," I said, putting my arm on his shoulder, and
cursing myself for never coming out to Kirk--with all the
thousands of great opportunities I had to do that.  "It's all
right," I said, sounding like my dad.  "Just think--nothing is
different.  It's not like Shawn is going to attack you, or
anything.  He may like guys, but he can't like ALL guys.  I don't
think he's going to flaunt it."

"Yeah, it's been a few months and he hasn't groped me yet.  And
he hasn't acted faggy."

"See?  So, no one would even suspect.  I didn't, and we had a
whole conversation last Saturday, with the trip to the doctor.
So, Kirk--well, that wasn't so heavy, was it?" I said, looking at
him, and knowing there was still something up.

"Shawn has a crush on you!  He even told me last night.  What a
laugh, huh?" Kirk suddenly blurted it.  Now the truth was coming
out.  He looked like he'd just eaten something bitter.

"Well, we have to think, now," I said, using one of Kirk's
favorite phrases to distract him, and not knowing what else to
say.  I could tell this was very hard for Kirk.  It wasn't
exactly easy for me.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Kirk said, asking the
one question I didn't want to hear.  "I mean, he's really fuckin'
serious about you.  Matt--I tried all night to think of you
sexually, and I couldn't.  I mean yeah, you're really good
looking an' all, but--"

"Kirk--let's keep this on the level of Shawn and what you think
of him, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"So you don't think Shawn's too young to date a 17-year-old?" I
said, very softly--knowing that the 17-year-old was me, and
feeling not too comfortable about that for Kirk's sake.

"Sure I think he's too young for you.  That's moot though,
right?"

"So . . . you don't approve of his desires, then.  You think he's
too--"

"Fuck!  Gimme a break, Matt!  My head is spinning.  Deep down,
I'm still trying to understand how Shawn could be gay.  And you
want me to love the idea that my brother has the hots for you?
I'm just glad you're not--"

"Okay, okay.  I'm sorry.  So, it's a passing thing, you think--
one of those young love impossibilities?  That he'll get over
it?"

"Yeah, something like that.  Matt--look, I'm sorry that I--"

"It's not."

"Huh?"

"It's not impossible."

"What are you talking about?"

"I've wanted Shawn for a long time," I said.  "I think he's hot
as hell."  I gulped, real hard.  It was the first time I felt
uncomfortable with Kirk.  Meanwhile, my heart was pumping triple
time, suddenly knowing that this was upsetting Kirk, and finding
out that Shawn, a kid I dreamed about and practically adored,
though from afar, wanted me!

Inside, I cringed, knowing this was a double whammy for Kirk, and
I felt sorry for him.  I was fearful of his reaction at the same
time.  Kirk stood silent for a while--stunned at what I'd said.

"He's just a KID!" Kirk practically hurled the words at me, his
face showing anger.

"We're both in high school, Kirk," I said very meekly, so as not
to upset my best friend.  But I felt what I said was lame.

"FUCK!  . . . .  FUCK!!  You shit, Matthew, you know that?  You
fuckin' shit!"

I could have cried that this was the way my best friend had to
find out I was gay.  And on top of that, Kirk was painfully
discovering that I wanted his 14-year-old brother.  But I had to
defend Shawn.  I was so totally thrilled that Shawn wanted me,
that I didn't fully grasp Kirk's true reaction, at first.

Finally, I did.  For the first time, I saw Kirk's raw emotion.
And for the first time he took a swing at me.  And he connected.
And for the first time in my life, I was out cold.

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Chapter 1 of many?

If you write to me, please put "Matt" in your email subject line
when you write.  Thanks.  Otherwise I will think it's spam.
   --Eric

Four other stories by Eric L.  . . . That's me!   :-)   . . . see
below.

HIGH SCHOOL:

1.  I-drooled-for-brad          (boy meets boy)
nifty/gay/highschool/i-drooled-for-brad/

2.  Erotic-dreams          (boy meets boy)
nifty/gay/highschool/erotic-dreams/

[3.]   . . . the story you just got through reading.

INCEST:

4.  my-sons-sexuality          (dad finds son is very receptive)
nifty/gay/incest/my-sons-sexuality/

5.  i-wanted-my-dad          (son finds dad is very receptive)
nifty/gay/incest/i-wanted-my-dad/

None of my stories involve coercion or people being nasty, dirty,
etc.  None.

CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 1