Date: Tue, 02 Mar 2004 22:36:02 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 12
CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 12 - Matt, Shawn, and Kirk
--by Eric L. *** GAY TEEN FICTION ***
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CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt, Shawn, and Kirk) - Chapter 12
- A TURNING POINT -
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"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.
______
I had lots of tubing on my I.V.--enough to turn and sit on the
edge of my bed, facing Kirk. But I would have to roll the I.V.
stand around to the space between the two beds to get close to
Kirk.
"Hello, Matthew and Kirk--oh, MY!" Steve Thurbin said, carrying
his two hypodermic needles and a bottle--his eyes nearly popping
out of his head when he saw us. "Well, don't worry it'll be our
secret. We boys have to stick together, don't we."
He sounded so damn casual. Kirk and I nearly killed ourselves
covering up with the sheets and getting back into bed, and Steve
was busy moving a few things out of his way, like this was all
routine.
Matt Junior was at emergency hardness, refusing to go down even
with the shock of being caught, almost in the act--I guess
because it was Steve. I needed to jerk off worse than ever.
I decided to signal Steve as he pulled the privacy curtain around
me. I gritted my teeth, and let go of my dick, making a big tent
in the sheet. I pointed to it so Steve would know my problem and
help me out again. I think my sheet had a red glow--probably a
reflection of my face.
"Sorry, sexy. No three-ways."
I turned over and took the pain shot, more embarrassed than I'd
been in my life. Silently, Steve went to Kirk and pulled his
curtain closed.
"Gee, Kirk--you guys almost look like brothers."
"Yeah, everyone says that," Kirk said dryly.
"This is a pain shot," Steve said, "I have to give it in the
glutes, so turn over. It should be quick and painless, as long
as you don't move."
I was glad to hear no shouts of pain from Kirk.
"Okay, all done," Steve said, announcing his departure dryly.
"You boys try not to make too much noise." He opened both
curtains and left.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. I assumed Kirk was as
embarrassed as I was, being seen naked and hard, but I supposed
his blush was fading. Mine was getting worse.
"What the fuck?" Kirk whispered, with a hint of anger.
"He won't tell anyone," I said, hoping to remedy everything with
that one fact.
"Shit! He called you, 'sexy!' And what was that about no three-
ways?"
"Oh, that! Just a joke, I guess."
"Matt, you're lying. I can tell by your face."
Kirk knew me too well. He could always tell when I was lying. I
wasn't lying--I was just holding back until I could get my
bearings. At least that was my excuse to myself.
"Okay," I said. "I fucked him in the bathroom the other day."
Of course, I grinned right after I said that.
"Yeah, right, Matt! Come clean."
'If I was going to lose my best friend, this was the time,' I
thought. I never dreamed Steve would be so open about things and
say all that in front of Kirk.
"Kirk--"
"Come on, let's have it, or I'll jerk off without you."
"Okay, okay!" I don't know why I was so anxious to go along with
Kirk. "When Steve gave me the first pain shot, he asked if he
could help with my boner. I was stunned, but the shot put me
half-under, and I said he could watch. So he parks himself at
the edge of the bed and just whips it out. He came all over me
while I jerked off. The guy only took about twenty seconds."
"So THAT'S why you had so much cum on you!"
"Yeah," I said, wondering if I was going to hurt something, being
at maximum blood pressure from embarrassment.
"Hey, no sweat," Kirk said sympathetically. I knew he was
holding back the questions.
We were quiet for a long time, looking straight ahead at the
closets. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Kirk probably
felt for me, knowing how I was feeling.
"So, you think that was weird?" I said, breaking the silence.
"Him finding us like that? Yeah!"
"No, I mean me jerking off and--"
"Forget it, Matt. If it was me, I'd be doing the same thing you
did. He was hot!"
"Thanks," I said, knowing Kirk was going easy on me.
The good part was that I knew Kirk really would shrug it off and
forget all about it. But all this talk about wanting me, and
Steve being hot--I didn't want to confront Kirk, but he was
sending out more than just definite signals. Even at that, I was
confused. I felt bad, though, wondering if letting Steve do that
meant I had done something against Shawn.
"Are you Kirk Samuels?" a gruff person in a white uniform said,
appearing suddenly.
"Yeah."
"I'm taking you to X-Ray."
"That's right!" I said. "You were supposed to be there this
morning."
"No wisecracks, big boy," she said to me, "They had a power
failure down there this morning."
Well, I guess she told me!
The woman put Kirk in a wheelchair, and off they went.
"Good luck, Kirk."
"Yeah, later, buddy."
My mood was glum. Kirk had just found out I jerked off with a
total stranger. On top of that, I wanted to ask Kirk just where
he stood, and what he planned to do. With Kirk going to X-Ray,
our talk was cut short, and it would be hard for me to bring it
up again.
I decided to take a snooze. I figured the best way to get
something to happen around here was to take a nap.
"THUD! BANG!" I sat up like a shot. I guessed I'd been asleep
only 20 minutes. It was Miss Traffic Hazard, banging into
everything as she wheeled Kirk back into the room. I was glad
she left right away.
"That was quick," I said, hoping I was right about the time.
Kirk looked down, really down.
"Yeah. They only took two x-rays. My arm wasn't looking right.
The bone alignment. They might have to do surgery."
"Kirk, no! I'm sorry. --Wait! How do you know this so fast?
Usually they don't tell you. They wait for your doctor to--"
"Yeah. Guess who was there?"
"Mother Teresa?"
"Ha, ha, very funny. No, it was Charlie."
"Charlie the snack guy?"
"Yeah. He snagged the radiology doctor right outside the X-Ray
room, and got him to go in and talk to me, so I'd know right
away. I guess he has connections, too. The guy was nice and
looked at my x-rays."
"Holy shit! Will they have to put a plate in, like Joel
McDaniels?"
"No, thank God!"
"Whew--well that's good news. Why are you so down?"
"I wanted to go home when everyone got back from the seminar, or
maybe the day after. But now--"
"They'll be here Sunday night. That's just a little more than
twenty-four hours from now."
"Yeah. Sunday night. Sounds good to me."
"Well, you know, if I get out of here before you, you'll have two
visitors who'll be here for you, all the time. Plus, your
parents." I felt Kirk needed to know that.
"Thanks bud."
"We are best friends, right?"
"Oh, yeah! Better than best friends, I hope."
"Yeah," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"So, um, do you still wanna jerk off?" Kirk said, the sexy tone
creeping back into his voice, "Our original plan?"
"It's kind of a busy time of day, around here." I blushed. I
couldn't believe him. He switched gears so fast, my head spun.
In spite of that, Matt Junior was voting yes.
"We'll do it with the sheets on us," he said--as if the sheet was
actually going to hide Kirk's oversized shaft.
I, on the other hand, am a professional masturbator, and can make
do with keeping my hungry bone flat against my stomach. When I
was 15, I remember riding in the back seat on an all-day trip.
Mom and dad were up front. On the first rest stop, I went to the
men's room and no one else was there. It was a huge place.
At the urinal, I started stroking my dick furiously. I was
really horny--car trips did that to me. I was ready to cum when
dad walked in. Being an expert at pulling my bone back into my
pants in seconds, I was all fixed up and looking innocent, by the
time dad saw me.
This presented a huge problem when we took off again. Matt
Junior was angry, and getting bounced around mercilessly in that
back seat. I needed to cum so bad, I felt my heartbeat in my
throat. So I slipped my hand inside my pants and slowly stroked,
keeping my cock up against my stomach.
Luckily, there was a forest alongside us. When I came, I stared
at the trees and said, "OH! Look at that!" to cover my shout.
There wasn't really anything special to see, so I told my folks I
thought I saw a bear. It took me a half hour to clean up with
the bottom of my undershirt--with my arm cramped by the waistband
of my jeans. I was scared at the time, but now it seemed like a
fun adventure.
Then I got back to the present, and realized Kirk was staring at
me, waiting for me to tell him if I wanted to jerk off. Damn
right, I did!
Since when did Kirk the mild-mannered guy become Kirk the
adventurer? He had to be as horny as I was, and I wondered if he
would watch me--sheet or no sheet.
"Okay," I said, giving in for Matt Junior's sake, and my own
sanity. Take a towel from your nightstand, and keep it under the
sheet. And don't yell when you cum."
"Right, captain."
I wondered if this was anything like having a brother. It WAS
kind of cozy, knowing that the two of us would be jerking off at
the same time. My dick was anxious to participate in this new
experience.
No more was said. The only sounds were steady, urgent, liquid
ones, from two guys so horny they had precum before they started
jacking off. Masturbating never felt so good as right then. I
guess the risk of someone suddenly walking in made it more
exciting. I propped my pillow up near my mouth, so I could use
it to muffle my moans.
Hearing Kirk's rhythm and the splashy sounds as he stroked his
cock made me imagine what that looked like--with his hand
speeding up and down his thick shaft, and a fresh supply of
precum streaming down his cockhead. I made the same sounds, but
the sexy squishing noises of Kirk's hand on his dick added to
mine, made me even more horny. I sped up.
"Oh, yeah, suck it, yeah," I heard Kirk whisper to no one in
particular, just to the air.
We were both breathing hard, and stroking hard. I wondered who
he was thinking of. I looked over at him, and he did look sexy.
Then I looked away and Shawn's face came to me. Matt Junior
throbbed. In a flash, I saw the rest of Shawn's little naked
body. Then his hardon was right there, big as life, in my mind.
Somehow, in my daydream, I was shoving my stiff cock right up his
chute as hard as I could, sucking his face, and impossibly, he
was coming on my face and in my mouth at the same time.
When I came in my fantasy, I came for real, and moaned loudly
into my pillow. While I was cumming, Shawn was all I could think
of--I was pounding him with all I had, and lifting him off the
bed with my steel-hard dick--with Shawn's moans of appreciation
and amazement urging me on. I wanted to plunge his little butt
so bad, I was afraid I might be too rough with him when the time
came.
"Ohhhh fuck, YEAHhhhhh!" I screamed into the pillow, jets of cum
shooting up my chest, hitting my neck and the sheet with a
splash. I forgot all about the towel. When it was over, I
didn't know where I was for a moment.
I think I set Kirk off. He came right after I did. I waited.
We both cleaned up at the same time, making obscene bulges in the
sheet as we wiped our happy dicks off with the hand towels.
Well, partially happy. I was ready for seconds. My brain was
only half in reality. In the other half, I still had my cock
shoved all the way up inside Shawn. I thought I'd never catch my
breath.
"You are a noisy fucker, Matt."
"Um, yeah. I had a lot of build up. You're pretty quiet."
"Had to be quiet with the little bro in the room, sleeping 5 feet
from me every night."
"Oh, right. I forgot about that."
"Yeah, you were lucky--you had a room to yourself," Kirk said as
we caught our breaths. I guess that was one advantage of being
an only child. It's sad but true that 'only' rhymes with
'lonely.' I think I had a good childhood, though. I know I was
loved.
"You do get red in the face, though," I said.
"Yeah, it takes me a long time to get back to normal."
"You? Normal?"
"Shut up!" Kirk was being calm and good-natured--his usual way.
"So, when's dinner?"
"Dinner? We just had lunch."
"Hey, what can I say, Matt. I'm hungry again. I thought things
happened one after another around here."
"Oh, so you're saying jerking off makes you hungry?"
I made Kirk's blush worse, and I wasn't sure if I was taking him
out of his good mood. I watched his face.
"Hell, yes! Doesn't it make YOU hungry?"
"Yeah. I guess I never noticed." I really wasn't THAT hungry.
A lady came in rolling the snack cart. "You boys want snacks?
Juice?"
"Oh, yes!" Kirk said, nearly shouting.
"God timing," I said, "Where's Charlie?" 'And thank God you
didn't come in any sooner.'
"Charlie go home. He say you boys eat a lot, so I load up my
cart EXTRA big today," the kind lady said with a smile almost as
big as Charlie's. I loved her accent.
"Thanks!" Kirk said.
"Yeah, and tell him thanks for me, too," I said.
"Oh, man, this is great," Kirk said, talking with a mouthful of
chips.
"I wonder what's up with Charlie?"
"Yeah. I hope he's okay."
"Me, too. Maybe we could ask someone."
"Good idea," Kirk said. I knew he would like Charlie.
"Maybe he worked a different shift or something."
"That's probably it, Matt."
"Mmm!" I was making love to my orange juice. I was saving my
crackers and other snacks for later. Although I thought I might
copy Kirk and eat some chips, too.
"Man, you're even noisy DRINKING."
"I wonder how Shawn is doing," I said, feeling Matt Junior's
newly whetted appetite for being inside Shawn.
It's strange what my jerk-off fantasies did to me--I seemed to
know what it felt like to be inside Shawn, yet I'd never fucked
him, or anyone. I wanted to think 'making love' instead of
'fuck' but I was feeling too animal for that. Feeling guilty, I
made my daydream Shawn pop up again, and I hugged and kissed him,
and told him how much I loved him.
"Yeah, me too," Kirk said, snapping me out of it.
It took me a second to remember the topic. "I hope they don't
fill his head up with a lot of crap."
"No, Matt--your dad said it was a good seminar."
"Yeah, I guess. Shawn's such a great kid. I still can't believe
he beat you up."
"Yeah," Kirk said, sounding more aloof than usual.
I wanted to know more, but was afraid to ask. There was a soft
stampede of footsteps in the hallway.
The second shift had just started. The nurses rushed out of the
report room and scattered in all directions. I knew it wouldn't
be long before one of them barged in on us.
"Hey, Kirk--don't go to sleep."
"Why not?"
"Nurses will be coming in soon."
"How do you know?"
"You hear the noise in the hall?"
"Yeah."
"That's the second shift getting out of their meeting and coming
for us."
"They're COMING for us," Kirk said, "oh no."
"Yeah, and we don't know where they're taking us." I made a
scary face.
"Lions and tigers and bears. . ."
We laughed. It was fun just to relax with Kirk again--finally.
It wasn't long before a pair of nurses came in.
"Here's our two cuties. See, I told you, Wilma," one nurse said.
"Oh, honey, if I were just a little younger," the other nurse
replied with a laugh.
They took our pulse, blood pressure, temperature--the usual
things. The shorter nurse checked my morph mask. They asked us
how old we were, and how things were going at school. The two of
them were warm, yet efficient, and didn't gab too much. As they
turned to leave, I had to make a comment.
"What, no sleeping pill?"
"Huh? It's way too early for that," the first nurse said.
"Where's dinner?" Kirk asked, with his fake innocent look. It
was way early for that, too.
The other one piped up, "There was a power problem in the kitchen
earlier today, so dinner will be delayed about 30 minutes."
"Well, okay," I said, "but I need a date for the prom."
"I'll let you know," she said, as they walked out.
It was just as well about dinner--I was too horny to eat. I knew
that the one jack-off wasn't going to do it for me. Matt Junior
agreed wholeheartedly. My hand was busy pressing my bone down to
hide it. Looking over at Kirk, I could see he was making no
attempt to hide his. The huge tent was obvious, complete with
sudden thrashes and throbs.
"Man, you'll talk to anyone," Kirk said, "as if I didn't know."
"What do you mean, 'anyone?'"
"That tall nurse wasn't exactly Mother Teresa. She was checkin'
me out, man."
"Well, how could she miss that thing, it's so big."
"Yeah, so, as I was saying a while back . . . you know." Kirk
brazenly pulled back his sheet again. I could not take my eyes
off his hardon. It was like the Pied Piper.
"Come on, Kirk, we'll get caught."
"Don't worry Matt. Look--they even closed the door partway.
That should count for something."
"Yeah. When they do that it means probably no interruptions for
a while." I just wanted to masturbate.
"Mmmm, yeah!" Kirk waved his boner seductively.
"I see it Kirk. You know it makes me horny." I guess I
shouldn't have said that, but he had to know by now that was
true.
"Yeah," Kirk said, giving me a forlorn, needful look. "It's
throbbing for you Matt. You're all I've thought about since last
night. You know you'll love it."
I was hypnotized by my best friend's cock. Kirk certainly wasn't
mild-mannered when it came to his hard dick. He definitely was a
horny guy. I didn't know this side of him.
"Just think of my bone as Shawn's dick. I'm his brother--this is
as close to Shawn's dick as you're gonna get, for today."
Kirk had me under his spell. I didn't know he had this kind of
charm. I'd never seen him up close with a girl, so I never knew,
and Kirk was not one to brag about his dates.
I looked at his face, his dick--its shape and color. In both
places he resembled Shawn, and in a way, I resented that. In
another way, I was drooling for it--for him, the icon of Shawn,
for his dick, a bigger version of Shawn's, and for his love that
I'd wanted for so long.
I didn't want to face this. I wanted to put it off. But I was
already getting out of bed, watching Kirk turn and sit on the
side of his bed again. I trembled with desire--and fear.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and it hurt. It wasn't the
pain that stopped me. It was Shawn. All I could see was Shawn's
happy-go-lucky, smiling face. There was no substitute for the
goodness I felt when I was with him.
And I loved Shawn, not Kirk. As much as I wanted Kirk, I
couldn't do it. My throat was pure tension.
"Kirk--I can't. I'm sorry. I love Shawn. I can't do this to
him." I barely croaked the words out. "I couldn't live with
myself if I--"
"Come on, Matt. You can tell him you sucked his dick by proxy
while he was away."
"I'm sure that'll make him real happy, Kirk."
"Matt--one last chance," Kirk said, waving his dick at me.
"No!"
"So let me suck you, and just jerk me off."
"You'd suck me?"
"Yeah." Kirk got that distant sound again.
"I'm surprised, but--no deal."
"I always wanted someone who'd be so faithful," Kirk said,
anticipating something, I wasn't sure what.
That sounded like another trap, so I kept my mouth shut. I sat
with my arms folded, facing the wall with the closets. I felt
like going IN one of the closets. 'No,' I thought, 'I just came
out of one.' I refused to look at Kirk.
"At least jerk off with me, buddy."
I couldn't talk to Kirk. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.
Our friendship hung by a thread. But could I blame Kirk for the
same hormones that led me to his brother?
Something in the back of my mind was bothering me. All this was
so unlike Kirk. Why hadn't I noticed these changes in him before
now? Could he have changed overnight?
I heard familiar sounds. Kirk was crying again.
"You're too good, Matt."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I tried not to say it harshly,
since Kirk was near sobbing.
"Nothing, I guess."
"Whatever."
"Yeah."
"Look, Kirk--whatever it is, it's okay." I was trying to be nice
to him. He sounded like he was crying himself to pieces.
"No, it's NOT okay." Some anger came through the tears.
"It's not?" I said, starting to get frightened.
"After all this. . . you being so horny. . . and still you didn't
let anything happen just now. . . you were faithful to Shawn,"
Kirk said, sobbing openly now.
"Yeah." I was starting to feel good, now that Kirk recognized my
strong love for Shawn. Things were looking up and starting to
come together. Except for Kirk's crying.
"I want you, Matt--but I don't deserve you. You love Shawn so
much. Shawn deserves YOU, not me. I didn't think guys our age
could love that way. But you, as much as I want you--"
"But, you're not gay, Kirk." I could tell Kirk felt insecure--he
had his sheet pulled up to his neck. I was shaking.
Kirk never sobbed so hard in his life, that I knew of. He was
pathetic again, crying his guts out.
"Shawn has to have you. And yes, I AM gay!"
"Oh, Kirk," I said, stifling my emotion, "When?"
"I don't know. Six months. . . eight months. . . who cares."
I could see his sheet wet with his tears. I guess after all his
advances, I wasn't surprised he was gay, but I was shocked to hear
him say it. He could've been bi.
"I was afraid of being gay. Then I was afraid of telling anyone.
I should've told Shawn a long time ago. He's such a good kid.
Why was I such a wimp that I didn't tell my loving brother!"
"It's okay." I was glad he'd said Shawn was loving.
Kirk waved me off. He was on a roll, tears and all.
"And YOU! My best friend--I should've told YOU! But, no, I had
to sneak off with Billy Carlbacher, and--"
"Holy shit! YOU, and Billy?" I got dizzy.
"Yeah. Shawn didn't punch me out, Billy did."
"Oh, my God! Billy punched you? What happened?" I was so
relieved it wasn't Shawn, I let out a sigh.
"I had to tell Shawn so he could cover for me."
"Oh. So he knows."
"Yeah."
"So how does that--"
Kirk waved me off again. "I was so mad you got invited to that
party, and I didn't. I went there anyway, and hung out by the
windows, snooping and trying to hear conversation. I was jealous
of you. By then, I wanted you."
"Okay." I was surprised like never before. My heart was
pounding. I held back my reaction for fear of upsetting Kirk.
"I looked through the window and saw Billy Carlbacher sucking
you. Then I was horny instead of mad. When Billy ran outside
right after that, I went up to him and told him I saw it all--his
blow job and everything. I thought Billy was hot as hell. If I
couldn't have you, I'd take him."
"Holy shit."
"Yeah, Matt. Billy looked like he was gonna punch me out--he
thought I was trying to blackmail him when I said I saw it all."
"Geez!"
"I told him 'no,' and that I would suck his dick to prove it. I
figured that would take care of his anger. That wasn't all of
it--I wanted him, too. I think you turned him on, big time."
"Oh, fuck."
"Billy was boned as hell. He turned ME on. My cock led the way.
We went to his cousin's apartment, and I gave my first blow job.
I couldn't swallow though. I guess Billy understood, when I told
him it was my first time."
"Did he--"
"Yeah. He was horny as hell. He sucked me as soon as I was done
blowing him. When I came in his mouth, he wanted me to suck him
again. So I did."
"Oh, God." Despite my tension, Matt Junior let me know he was
loving this. I thought Billy was in the top three for the
hottest guy in our school. Definitely the best looking on the
football team. "But he didn't punch you then?"
"No."
"So how did--"
"I'm gettin' there. After that, Billy and I got tight. We just
kept having sex whenever we could sneak it in, and we were
falling in love."
"Oh, Kirk. Then he moved away."
"Yeah, we didn't break it off, though. He promised he'd visit a
lot, and that we'd have sex whenever he came back here."
"Did that work out okay?"
"For a while. Until that night--the night I ran away. I was
going to move to Arizona with him. It was all set. I did love
him. Then we talked. And hugged, and kissed. And the more I
was with him that night, the more I thought of you, and that did
it for me."
"Oh, man!"
"I decided I wanted you more than Billy, and tried to break it
off with him. That's when he hit me. We struggled. My arm hit
a rock as we fell--with him on top of me. That's how I broke it,
and we rolled on the ground a few feet--that made it worse."
"I'm sorry, Kirk."
"Billy's strong, but he has a conscience--he asked if I could get
myself home. When I said 'yes,' he walked away. I wanted to
die, that night."
"No!"
"I had to go home and face my parents. My arm hurt like hell,
but I drove. When I got home I found out Shawn was still up here
with you. I told my folks the cover story--about the car
accident. They took me to the emergency room. Then I ended up
here. My parents didn't tell me, so I was surprised as hell when
I saw I was rooming with YOU. Later, when you were snoozing, I
called Shawn. I told him the truth."
"What did he say?"
"I don't think he knew what to say. He just told me he loved me,
and that it was okay. It was like he had his arms around me--on
the phone! I never felt so much comfort and emotion from him.
He even cried with me."
"Oh, God." I started crying, myself, though I tried to hold
back. But that was Shawn--his whole little, beautiful self, body
and soul reached out to you with nothing held back. But poor
Shawn, all this news from his brother, and now he's at that
seminar.
"Shit! I lied to you--my best friend. I even lied to you about
being a virgin! Then I made my brother lie to you, and he didn't
want to--"
"It's okay that you lied to me. I understand. And I'm sure
Shawn went along because he couldn't let you down."
"Matt--He never told you my secret?"
"Never. I told you, blood is thicker than water. That just
proves how faithful he is, doesn't it. I wonder if he's okay.
He hasn't seen you in person since you told him the whole story."
"Yeah." Kirk's tears started again.
"But, you gotta see, Kirk--after you had Shawn lie to me, telling
me you guys were having sex, then you told me Shawn beat you up,
and I believed both of you--that had me thinking about Shawn.
And you. And I wasn't liking the thoughts I was hav--"
"I know. Please forgive me, Matt! I'm sorry! I knew I should
just tell you I was gay. Life would've been easier for you and
Shawn."
"And for you."
"I told Shawn to tell your dad everything--the truth, so he would
understand," Kirk said. "I hope Shawn had a chance to. I didn't
know about him going to the seminar thing. I figured your dad
could handle the facts better, and explain the important parts to
my parents."
That made it a little better--Shawn would have my dad to talk to.
"I didn't know they were going to the seminar, either. I don't
know how busy they'll be, but I'm sure if Shawn can squeeze it
in, he'll talk to my dad."
"Speakin' of squeezing it in--and Matt, if you don't wanna answer
this, just don't--but, did you. . . you know, do it. . . put it
in Shawn?"
"No."
"No?" Kirk breathed a sigh of relief. I wondered why that was
so important to him, but then again, that was brother stuff, not
my area of knowledge. "So, you're saving it for your wedding
night?"
"Wedding night? I wasn't planning on holding off much longer,
but, I don't know about a wedding night or when that would be.
Or even if we'll have one."
I just could not tell Kirk that his brother made love to me
first. That was private between me and Shawn. If Shawn had said
it was okay to tell Kirk, I would. I even thought it was sexy
that Shawn nailed me. And very well, at that. Kirk would be
proud of his brother, I thought.
"You can pretend or imagine. Just pick a day, and say, 'this is
my wedding night.'" Kirk suddenly looked like a little boy.
"Shit. You are a fuckin romantic, after all, you goof. Join the
club."
For the first time through all this, Kirk smiled.
"Yeah."
"Wedding night! I suppose you'll want a video?"
"Hehe! Hell yeah. I gotta make sure you treat him right."
We laughed.
It was more than wonderful to have the air clear. I loved the
prospect of me and Kirk getting back to normal--whatever normal
would be for us now.
I guess I had a lot of stuff that I had to let out--I cried, a
good, long cry. After a while, I felt relieved. I felt strange,
too--I knew Kirk wasn't crying now, and I wondered if he was
watching me.
I lay back and thought of Shawn. This time, I didn't care if
Matt Junior tented the sheet, or if Kirk saw it, or whatever.
I just wanted Sunday night to hurry up and get here.
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Other stories by Eric L. That's me! :-) See below.
NOTE: ** means NEW or UPDATED RECENTLY
HIGH SCHOOL
** 1. crazy-for-the-boy (Matt & Shawn) (You just read this)
.../nifty/gay/highschool/crazy-for-the-boy/
** 2. I-drooled-for-brad (Brad & Robby)
.../nifty/gay/highschool/i-drooled-for-brad/
3. Erotic-dreams (One Chapter Stories, mostly)
.../nifty/gay/highschool/erotic-dreams/
INCEST
4. Hot-Little-Brother (Matt & Scott)
.../nifty/gay/incest/hot-little-brother/
(High School setting) (Teens)
5. my-sons-sexuality (Kevin's story)
.../nifty/gay/incest/my-sons-sexuality/
(Inter-generational with pre-teen)
6. i-wanted-my-dad (Peter's story)
.../nifty/gay/incest/i-wanted-my-dad/
(Inter-generational with pre-teen)
7. spanking-paddling-and-brother-love
(Derek, Travis, Jeff)
.../nifty/gay/incest/spanking-paddling-and-brother-love/
(Brother-brother incest only; Authoritarian with dad)
(No pre-teens)(Rough, but with love)
None of my stories involve coercion or people being nasty, dirty,
etc. None.
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