Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 22:16:40 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 11 - Matt, Shawn, and Kirk

CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 11 - Matt, Shawn, and Kirk

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CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt, Shawn, and Kirk) - Chapter 11
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      "Are you saying I'm having sex with him?" Kirk said.

      "I'm saying I don't know what to believe."

      "I love you, Matt."

      "I know, I know," I said, feeling totally stressed.
      ______


I stared at Kirk, hoping he'd leave it at that.  But he took a
breath.  I hoped he was going to change the subject.

"Yeah, um, well--I mean, I love you THAT way.  You know, like,
the way I. . . .  Shit!"

I was silent.  What Kirk was saying--I heard him, but I wasn't
taking it in clearly.  Maybe I didn't want to.  Maybe it was the
pain killers.  I coughed.

"I mean sexually," Kirk added softly.

I looked at Kirk, then stared straight ahead to the twin closets
in the hospital room.  Numbness crept into my brain.

I knew Kirk and I were very close, and had a friendship type of
love for each other.  That's what I thought he meant at first.
But now this!  I shut down.  All I could do was pull inward.
Time passed, I don't know how much, but I became more numb by the
minute.

Then I thought of Shawn, and what Kirk said about Shawn--'Don't
break up over this . . . you'll break his heart.'  So how could
Kirk say he wanted me now?  How could he even think that?  I
snapped out of my daze.

"Fuck!  That's great, Kirk!  That's just fucking great.  Just
what I need now after all that's happened!  You have no heart?
Is that it?  Well, if that's true, you just proved it!"

I never looked at him the whole time.  I kept my eyes forward,
hearing in my mind the words I'd said, swirling them around until
I was tired of them.  I should have said something about him
trying to come between me and Shawn.  Maybe it's better that I
didn't.  Maybe he wasn't trying to do that.  Kirk and I had been
through tough times before.  No matter how I looked at it, Kirk
was getting in the way of me and Shawn.  I hated him for that,
even though in the back of my mind, we were friends.

My eyes wanted to look at him more and more.  I felt a force
pulling my head in his direction.

Finally, I turned.

Kirk was crying--big, thick streams of tears.  He didn't see my
head move; didn't know I was looking at him until I made a sound.
Then, his eyes, red and wet, his face the look of defeat--were
more than I could take.  I began to sweat.

"I thought you wanted me," Kirk said, in a soft, raspy voice, his
chest heaving.

He looked more than defeated.  He looked pathetic--something new
to him, I was sure.  I cried along with him, not knowing why.
The two of us stayed like that, two parallel streams of tears
marking the time.

"I did want you.  I wanted you all through school until Shawn
come along."  I said it gently, quietly, thinking this would
soften the blow, somehow.

I heard the familiar footsteps of a nurse.

"Nurse coming--wipe your eyes," I said to Kirk in an urgent
warning.

Sure enough, right on cue, a nurse I hadn't seen before came in
with two nasty-looking hypodermic needles.  It was past Steve's
shift.  'Just as well,' I thought.

"Okay boys--you both have the same doctor, and these pain shots
are identical," the nurse announced cheerfully, breaking the
spell of the tense conversation Kirk and I were having.

Kirk and I glanced at each other.

"Same doctor--that doesn't happen very often.  Brothers?" she
said softly, as if talking to herself.  After looking at our
charts, she spoke again, "No, not brothers, but, hmm," she said,
looking up, "You guys could pass for brothers.  You look
together, or something."

'Yeah, we're together,' I thought, 'I almost sucked his cock in
the locker room last year.'  I wondered what would happen if I'd
said that.  My brain was definitely numbed.

I blushed.  I could almost feel Kirk's blush, but I didn't dare
look at him for fear of making my own embarrassment worse.  I
felt like a wimp.

As the nurse approached me, I looked up at my I.V. tube,
expecting she would inject the stuff there.

"No," the nurse said, "This has to be given in the muscle."

And I knew which muscle she meant.  I turned on my stomach.

"OW!" I yelled, as the needle jabbed me.  I caught my breath
after feeling the brilliant technique of nurse stab-em-up.

"AH!" came Kirk's moment of agony.  The nurse left quickly.

"Geez, that was rough," Kirk said.  "I thought I was over fear of
injections."

"Yeah, well, that WAS rough.  There's a guy on day shift who does
it so you don't feel a thing," I said, probably sounding too much
like a veteran of this place.

"I can't wait," Kirk said, in his signature dry tone.

"Can't wait for what, honey?" a familiar nurse said, walking in
much more calmly than Nurse Torquemada had.

"Oh, um--to get out of here," Kirk said, thinking quickly.

"Hi Saletha."

"Hello Matthew.  How are you feeling?"

"Oh, not bad."

"Good."  Then, turning to Kirk, she said, "Another cutie!  What
brings YOU--oh, I see, you broke your arm.  Well I got sleeping
pills for the both of ya.  Hmmm, and they're the same, too," she
mumbled, looking at our charts, "and the same doctor--that's
strange," she said.  "Are you guys--"

"No, we're not brothers," I said, beating her to the question.

Kirk burst out laughing.  "The other nurse did the same thing,"
he said, embarrassed at his sudden laughter, and feeling a need
to explain to her.

"She gave you a sleeping pill?"

"No," I said, answering for Kirk, "not that--a pain shot."

"Oh. . . okay."

By this time Kirk was quietly going hysterical.

"You got to take it while I'm here, honey," the nurse said to
Kirk.  She was sweet.  Kirk quietly obeyed.  Turning to me, she
handed me my pill, and I took it.

"Okay.  You boys sleep good.  You look like you could use some
rest."  And she was gone.

"She's nice, don't you think?"

"Uhm, yeah, but I think we look tired from crying."

"Probably."

"Is this what it's like?  Nurses coming and going all night?  One
thing after another?"  Kirk looked a little stressed.

"No.  It settles down after a while."  I tried to be reassuring
to Kirk, being it was his first night in a hospital.  "And the
sleeping pill--"

"Why did we have to take them in front of her?"

"I asked about that the first night.  People used to throw their
pills out, or lose them.  They have to be sure we're actually
getting the stuff inside us."

"Makes sense.  But why sleeping pills?"

"Believe me, Kirk, it's noisy around here.  You need help getting
your Zs.  Just when you think you're falling asleep, there's a
bell, bang, or a thud.  It's quiet now, Kirk.  Probably--"

"Oh, brother!  Got cha' roommate, now, huh?" old Charlie said,
rolling his cart right in--with his big grin and flashy teeth.

"Hi, Charlie."

"Oh!  You's had surgery, I can see that!  How you feelin?"

"A little groggy but pretty good."

"That's good to hear, now.  That's good!" Charlie said, smiling
away as usual.

"Hey, now--who's yo' fren' here?"

"He's my best friend Kirk."

"Hi," Kirk said.

"Hiya, Kirk.  Is you related to th' little guy?" Charlie asked,
turning to Kirk, who was having his third blush of the night.

"Yeah, I'm his brother."

"I thowt so!  Ain't that nice," Charlie said, as if the links of
this puzzle weren't quite coming together in his mind.

"Yeah, Kirk fell and broke his arm," I volunteered for Kirk,
hoping Charlie wouldn't pry too much.

"Well, I's sorry to hear that!  You boys come on an' take some
snacks.  I know two big boys like you be hungry all th' time."

Charlie rolled his cart right up to our beds, so we could pick
out what we wanted.  I guess he knew we'd be embarrassed to say
what we wanted.  It was a lot easier just to take it, ourselves.
And Charlie knew we would take a lot.

"Where's the little guy?  Din' he come today?"

"Oh, yeah.  He was here before my surgery, and when I woke up."

"Oh. . . I see," Charlie said, looking like he decided not to ask
any more questions.  I could tell he had some.

"Well, you boys get yo' rest, hear?  You gonna be busy wit' X-ray
all mornin," he said to Kirk.  "An' YOU!  You jus had surgery.
You gotta get yo'self a good rest, young man.  An' you remember
what I tol' ya."

"Okay, Charlie.  I promise I will."

"Yeah, cuz I'll be checkin on ya!" he said, smiling his big,
broad smile as he left.

"Wow--what a cool guy," Kirk said.

"Yeah.  He's really nice."

"What did he tell you?"  Kirk looked really interested.

"Oh, just to drink a lot of water."  I reached for my cup and
drank the whole thing.  I couldn't bring myself to share with
Kirk that Charlie told me 'love will always win.'  It meant a lot
to me, and I felt it was private between me and Charlie.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt," Kirk said, grabbing his cup.  "Shit,
with a pain shot and a sleeping pill, we should sleep like
rocks."

"Funny, I was just gonna say that."  I was thinking Matt Junior
was a rock.  I guess I'd just have to pet him to sleep.

"I brought a book.  You got anything to read?" Kirk said, opening
a hardcover book of some kind.

"Just this newspaper.  I guess I'll read some of that."  I
slipped my hand over Matt Junior to give him some comfort.

"CRASH!"  The loud sound was horrible and scared both of us.

"What was that?" we both said.

After a while a nurse came in to apologize.  She explained that a
cart of empty food trays had tipped over.

"Scared the crap outta me!" Kirk said.

I nodded.  We went back to reading.

After a few minutes, I heard some very odd sounds.  I looked over
to see Kirk sleeping, snoring lightly, with the book on his
chest.  I didn't think he should sleep in that position,
especially with the cast on his arm.  It looked like he might
hurt himself in his sleep.

I wished I could get out of bed to fix him, but there was no way.
I pressed for the nurse to come.

"Can I help you?"  A loud voice over the intercom blasted me
practically out of the bed.

"My friend is sleeping in a weird position."

"Excuse me?"

I had forgotten my hospitalese.  "Bed two needs help."

That was the right thing to say.  I had overheard enough of those
intercom conversations to write a book, it seemed.

"All right."

I waited a long time.  Finally another nurse I didn't know came
in.

"Are you the lovers?" she asked.

I blushed real bad.  "Um, no.  This is my friend."

"Oh, right.  Sorry," she said, fixing Kirk's traction stuff and
getting him in a better position.  I don't think she believed me.

I guess I passed out from all the stuff they gave us.

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In the morning, I felt real tired.  Kirk woke me up hissing at
me, trying not to shock me awake.

Kirk and I made small talk at breakfast.  We wondered how long
we'd be in this hospital, and Kirk thought we might get out at
the same time.  I thought he would get out first.

The food lady came in and cleared our trays.  The housekeeping
lady came in right after that, and we talked pleasantly with her
while she cleaned and tidied up the room.  The room always looked
and felt better after that.

Kirk and I resumed our normal, 17-year-old chit chat.  About a
minute later, I heard familiar voices.

"Gee, Kirk, maybe you were right.  It is one thing after
another."

My parents walked in.

"Hi, mom--hi, dad."

"Hello son," they said, and both kissed me.  What was this?  Did
Kirk's parents start a new tradition for our family?

"Well, how do you feel, Matty?"

"Fine, mom."

"You don't look fine, Matt," dad said.  "You look like you need
eight days more sleep."  Mom agreed.

"I'm okay."

"It's the surgery and the anesthesia," mom said, "It takes a
while for that to wear off."

I just smiled.  Then Kirk stirred, and it hit me who was missing.
Shawn and his parents weren't here.  Kirk said hello to my
parents.

"Where's Shawn?" I said, "and Kirk's mom and dad?"

"They're all at the seminar," dad said.

I gulped.  "You mean, THE seminar?"

"The very same one," dad said.

"Shawn, too?  I thought it was for parents."

"This one's designed to include brothers and sisters.  It's split
in two.  Moms and sisters in one; sons and fathers in the other."

I could guess why.

"So, um--"

"What do they learn at these seminars?" Kirk asked anxiously.

"No need to worry, Kirk," dad said, "the seminar leaders take
them through what it's like for guy to feel attracted to other
guys, and how all that can affect a boy--his friends, his
feelings.  They use different age examples to cover the various
that a boy might discover, or begin to discover his same-sex
attraction, or preferences."

"Does that mean that mom will be taught about girls that like
girls?" Kirk asked, more tense than ever.

"No, Kirk.  The women are all mothers with gay sons, or mothers
who are pretty sure that a son is gay.  They'll learn those same
feelings and struggles about boys that the male group discusses,
but with some of the sexual details left out."

"Cool," Kirk said, relieved.

I wondered how all this information was going to affect the way
Kirk's mom and dad viewed him.

"It isn't one of those politically-correct things, is it, dad?"

"Oh, no.  Nothing like that, although they do mention the
politically-correct terms, so people will know about them."

The surgeon came in, looking all tall and official, with that
funny thing on his head surgeons wear.

"Hello, Doctor Smith," mom and dad said.

Then the doctor pulled the privacy curtain and examined me.  He
didn't say anything, he just quick, pulled the curtain.  I was
glad he poked at my jaw very gently.

"Does the morph mask feel like it has your jaw in the right
position?"

"Yeah, it feels pretty good.  Just hurts when I try to open my
mouth too much."

"All right, be careful not to force anything, Matt.  Stand up,
now.  Let's see the rest of you."

"Um, well--you mean right now?"  My face went red-hot.  I hadn't
jerked off in a while, so I had a very happy Matt Junior boner.

"It's all right, Matt," the doctor said sympathetically.  I think
he knew damn well why guys object when you ask them to stand up.
The stupid hospital gown had long since come off me.

I pulled back the covers and stood up, making my bone harder.
Matt Junior was rebelling against the cold, throbbing for warmth.

The doc saw it, of course, but he poked and prodded me from my
neck to my knees, pretending I wasn't standing there naked with a
hardon.  My legs shook a little, and I made a few gasping sounds.

"That's fine, Matt.  You're fine, but you need time and rest to
heal.  That will take time."  Then he whispered, "And take care
of that."  He nodded toward my dick and smiled.

Then I was really blushing badly.  The doc was kind and waited
for my face to lose some color before opening the curtain.

"Is the pain medication working?"

"Yeah I think it's just right."

"The care, the food?  Everything all right there, too?"

"Oh, yeah.  No problem."

Then he opened the curtain.  Mom was wringing her hands, and
spoke up right away.

"Is he all right, doctor?"

"He's fine, Mrs. Andikker.  He has a lot of healing to do and
needs lots more rest.  The surgery was nearly five hours."

"Matty, did you get to sleep at a reasonable hour?"

"Sure, mom.  With those sleeping pills you don't last much past
eleven.  Then you zonk out."

Mom looked anxiously at the doctor.

"The pills are routine.  A hospital can be a noisy place, even at
night.  It's rough getting to sleep, for most people."

"I see," mom said.

"I'll be going," the doctor said.  "Doctor Portsmouth will be
seeing you regularly, now.  Call my office with any questions
about your surgery."

"I take it the surgery went well," dad said, double checking,
just to be sure.

"Very well."

As he doctor left, mom came to my side.  She just wanted to be
near, and touch me.  We smiled, then I thought of Shawn.  I
missed him.

"When will they be back from the seminar?" I asked, knowing dad
would answer.

"Today's Saturday--they'll be back tomorrow sometime."

"Oh."

I got knowing looks like everyone was saying, 'We know you miss
him, just hang tight,' but I knew no one would say it.  Kirk shot
me a subtle, knowing glance.

"We'll be home all day, Matty," mom said, "so, call whenever you
want."

"Okay, mom."

There wasn't much more conversation, and my parents left.

Kirk and I took a nap.  Not that we said anything.  We just sort
of settled down into our beds.  I was happy to get some Zs.

I swear, I was asleep ten minutes when the bang of the door woke
me up.  Damn!  One thing after another, like Kirk said.

It was lunchtime.

We said hello to the food lady and started to unwrap our food.
We even had to unwrap the fork and knife, which were plastic.  I
guess they had to save money somehow.

"Oh, man," Kirk said, "I got Salisbury steak.  I thought the menu
said sirloin steak.  I don't like Salisbury steak."

"I got shrimp.  I'll trade ya."

"Deal," Kirk said without hesitating.

We munched for a while, telling each other what was good, and
what was just ok.  Most of it wasn't bad.  Then I noticed Kirk
was looking at me.

"You know you're my buddy, and you know I love you, Matt."

"Yeah."  I gulped.  'Here we go again,' I thought, and I hoped it
would be different this time.

"When I call you buddy, in my head it's a special word, not like
for the other guys.  It's more like--I don't know, just special."

I could tell Kirk was baring his soul.  I knew he wanted to
explain his sexual feelings for me.  I supposed this was a better
time than last night.

"I know Kirk.  You told me.  When did that start?"

"I don't know, Matt.  It crept up on me, I guess.  One day, you
were just a guy, my best friend guy, showering with me, and me
not caring about your boners, then--"

"Kirk--what did you think about my boners?  That I had triple
hormones or something?  I was hard because of YOU.  Your
personality, your body, your big dick--the whole nine yards."

This made Kirk sob.  His crying was getting to me.

"Yeah," he said between heaving breaths, "I was fucking dense."

"But--you have Annie."

"Annie's sweet--we promised we would stay virgins, but the more I
wanted you, the less I cared about her."

I never thought these words would come out of Kirk's mouth.  I
wasn't thinking clearly.  I wasn't thinking at all.

"So, you're a virgin," I said softly, feeling proud of Kirk for
that.

"Yeah," Kirk said, exhausted from the crying, "What about you?--I
mean, before Shawn?"

"No."

"No?  Who--"

"Billy Carlbacher."  I figured I better get it out in the open
now.  Besides, Billy didn't live around here anymore.

Kirk whistled.  "The tight end who moved away this summer?  He
was the hottest--I mean, best looking of them all.  He's gay?"

"I don't know, but I was at a party real late and fell asleep.  I
woke up in a bedroom and he was sucking my dick.  And he wasn't
drunk, either."

"Shit.  What did you say?  Did he say anything?"

"When I woke up he had me so horny I just came.  I couldn't talk.
Then I was afraid to say anything.  You know how Billy was--the
macho guy.  After I came, he just got up and left.  After that, I
don't think I ever saw him again."

"So, you really were a virgin," Kirk said, sounding a little more
cheerful.

"Huh?"

"It HAPPENED to you, Matt.  You didn't go looking for it."

"Yeah, I've told myself that.  Who knows," I said, feeling
groggy.

"So you never went looking for him or anything?"

"No.  Billy was a nice guy, but he had a reputation to live up
to.  I thought he'd punch me out if I said anything.  I tried to
forget the whole thing."

"Damn."

I wasn't sure if Kirk was impressed or disappointed in what had
happened with Billy.  And some old questions came filtering back
to my mind.

"What about you and your brother?  Did either of you wake up one
morning and--"

"I swear--I swear to you Matt--never.  We jerked off once
together, and never touched each other.  You gotta believe me,
Matt."

"Okay.  That's what I thought after Shawn's confession but I had
to be sure."

"I'll go one step further--if Shawn ever did anything to me, he
did it while I was asleep and I never knew.  I kinda doubt he
ever did, though."  Kirk's eyes were clear and sincere.

"Knowing how sensitive you are, I doubt you'd stay asleep if he
touched you there."

"What?"  Kirk looked shocked.

"You don't remember?  One day after tennis, my towel brushed
against your dick and you jumped about a mile?"

"Oh, yeah."

"And one time you did it yourself, you leaned into your locker
and your dick touched my leg."

"Yeah.  I thought that was worse because I could--"

"You could feel my skin and you got hard?" I said gently to Kirk.
I wasn't trying to upset him.

"And the hair on your leg.  Yeah--how'd you know?"

"You left the locker room just then.  And you were touching your
dick on the way out.  I could tell, just looking at your back."

"Oh, you noticed.  Do I have a nice butt?"

"Well, yeah," I said hesitantly, blushing like mad.

"You know, you got me really horny, now.  You wanna jerk off?"

"Okay," I said, gulping.  I needed to jerk off, with or without
him.  Kirk just stared.  I was dying for relief.

"Look, Matt."  Kirk pulled back the sheet.

I gasped.  It was one thing to see Kirk all soft in the shower,
another thing to see his bone poking up through his pants in
class--but to see his full erection stretched up past his navel
was just too much for me and Matt Junior.  Kirk was truly huge.

"Shit.  No wonder you never had sex with your brother--your cock
probably scared him," I said, in full, Matthew-Andikker
joviality.

Kirk didn't laugh.  He pulled the sheet up to cover himself.
"You're really hung up on that huh?"

"Your dick?  Yeah.  It's hot."

"No, Matt.  Me having sex with Shawn!  That's like a big thing to
you, isn't it?!"

I had to think about this--how to phrase my answer.

"Okay.  I couldn't take it if you guys were like lovers and had
this long-term thing, that would be--"

"So, if me and Shawn just did it once or twice, it would be okay
with you, right?"  Kirk's eyes were steady.

"I don't know. . . .  Yeah, I could overlook that, I guess.  Two
guys together--you're both hot.  If I had a brother I guess I'd
be tempted."

I had thought about that before, and I used to get horny thinking
about having a brother.  Being an only child, I had to have my
imagination to keep me busy.

Kirk fumbled with his traction gear and got himself turned toward
me, sitting on the edge of the bed--all naked, his feet dangling
and his pretty dick throbbing.  My heart pounded.  I stared
openly, taking him all in with my eyes.

My mouth watered as it opened.  I'd wanted Kirk's dick for so
many years.  I wanted Shawn, really bad.  But there was Kirk,
naked, his hard dick facing me, a few feet away.  I knew I wanted
him.

"But what about Shawn?" I nearly shouted, blurting the words out
before I thought them.

"Well, it's not a problem, Matt.  It's not a problem for you if
Shawn did me once, so why not you?"

My mind was a blur.  He trapped me.

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4.  Hot-Little-Brother   (Matt & Scott)
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6.  i-wanted-my-dad      (Peter's story)
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7.  spanking-paddling-and-brother-love
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