Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2004 22:57:34 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 13
CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 13 - Matt, Shawn, and Kirk
--by Eric L. *** GAY TEEN FICTION ***
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CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt, Shawn, and Kirk) - Chapter 13
- HEART OF TRUTH'S BATTLE -
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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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[It is Saturday between lunch and dinner time]
I remember, I fell asleep with confused thoughts of what Kirk had
revealed to me about himself--the reason for the different
versions of what really got Kirk out of the house that night and
the events that followed. The big shock was that Kirk said he
was gay, and had an affair with Billy Carlbacher. Something deep
inside me let me know that I knew the truth now. I felt better.
I dreamed about Kirk and Billy Carlbacher together. Soon, Billy
faded away, and I was in the dream instead. Kirk and I were
standing near the cliff. Kirk walked to me. Suddenly, we were
in my bedroom, Kirk inches from me, facing me. We were naked. I
tensed up. As we embraced, our cocks bounced into each other.
His hands slid down my back and squeezed my bottom, already tight
with distress. I did the same to him, and when I felt his hard,
hot butt-cheeks, the warm sensations in my fingers traveled to my
dick. Our erections popped up, steel-like. We squirmed, making
our dicks rub and leak as they pressed against our hot, sweaty
bodies.
It was a ritual--taking turns spreading precum over our stomachs.
The whole time I was seeing Kirk's face and smiling at him. It
seemed perfectly natural when he dropped to his knees and sucked
my surprised cock into his mouth. When I began to moan, Kirk
stopped and stood up. I sank to my knees in slow motion as I
went to take his hard, heavy meat for myself.
With Kirk's dick waving in my face, I admired it, touched it,
held it reverently, and shoved my mouth down on it. Like a
starving man, I pushed his thick cockhead into my throat, and
Kirk came with great shouts and thrusts, the gushing knob
stretching the confines of my mouth. I came at the same time,
somehow being able to kiss Kirk while he filled my mouth.
Then everything changed. We were two horny guys that hadn't cum
in weeks. Kirk and I were on a nude beach--a gay nude beach. We
were trying to 69 but the sand got in the way. Another change--
we were at a gay resort, by the pool, 69ing, surrounded by a
crowd of cute guys who were cheering us on.
Then we were alone. We heard only the quiet splashes of a pool
with no one in it. We weren't 69ing any more, but pressed
against one another, lying on the grass, dick to dick, arms
grasping for shoulders, hands digging in to desperate flesh.
I tried to stop Kirk, but he was too fast. His lips crashed into
mine. It was a hard kiss, and with all my might I couldn't push
him away. Soon I was overtaken and kissed back, our tongues
meeting hungrily. I wanted him. I fucked him--hard, fast--
almost brutally. Before I could feel sorry for him, the tables
turned, and his big tool shoved into me, burning my insides.
The dream accelerated. Kirk exploded his hot seed into me. I
pulled him to me and kissed him, rubbing his back, enjoying the
feel of him--his pulsating hardness stretching me. I loved him.
That's all I could feel inside myself, besides his hot pole in
me. I knew I wanted him, and before I could say anything, Kirk
told me he loved me. With his dick inside me, I needed no
convincing. He took one of my arms gently, talking softly to me.
His hand soothed me. Then, a gray mist--the dream was
dissolving. My hand twitched. My body swirled, making me dizzy.
"Hey! Hey, buddy, wake up. You're dreaming," Kirk said, shaking
my arm, trying to be gentle.
"Huh? Oh!" I blushed.
"Oh, is right. You were shaking the bed, and I knew you weren't
stroking your meat, bud."
"Ah." I was trying to wake up. "Um--how do you know that?"
Probably because I was fucking him in the dream, I thought.
"Cuz it was laying on top of the sheet the whole time. You sure
got a pretty one, Matt."
Of all the things I ever heard Kirk say, that sounded the most
out of character.
"Shit. Did anyone come in and see?"
"No. Just me."
My eyes focused, and Kirk's killer smile greeted me. I felt a
bit dizzy and let my head drop to the pillow.
"You look so good, Kirk," I said, turning my head for a moment,
sighing and still groggy.
Kirk blushed. He didn't say anything. I stared at the ceiling.
The dream was over, but its feelings stayed with me like an
aftertaste--so much so, I wanted to kiss him. I tried to shake
myself out of it. It must have looked funny to Kirk.
"What are you doing, your imitation of a dog?"
"Huh? No, just trying to wake up."
"Couldda fooled me." Then Kirk yawned, and I stared at his open
mouth, the mouth I wanted to put my dick in, according to the
dream I just had. But now, in reality, his mouth made my cock
jump with excitement. Totally awake, I wanted his mouth on my
dick, and mine on his.
To make things worse, I wanted to tell him I loved him. I could
not accept that I actually felt this way. It was very sexual,
but troubling. I was frantic for this feeling to let go of me,
or me let go of it, yet I was frozen.
"Earth to Matt--where the hell did you go?"
"Go? Oh, sorry. . . I just zoned out for a sec."
"Yeah, like to Pluto. You look pale--are you sure you're okay?"
"Well, I--yeah, I'm okay, Kirk."
"Maybe you should take a REAL nap."
"Yeah." 'Sure,' I thought, 'and get fucked again.' I couldn't
face any more thoughts or dreams like that.
It wasn't long before the guilt set in. I could see Shawn's face
in my mind's eye, and he was sad. I tried to wrap my thoughts
around him, and feel the good feelings I always felt with Shawn,
but the dream had been too strong. My mood slipped lower.
I knew Kirk had wanted me, maybe even loved me, but he'd already
said he didn't want to mess up what I had going with Shawn. I
didn't either. Things really got gloomy when I began to think
about loving Kirk--thoughts that, once upon a time, had always
been my best jack-off fantasies. What was up with this dream of
me and Kirk? Did I love him? Could I love him? Did he love me
or not? What about Shawn?
That circle of thoughts haunted me. Then I realized I hadn't
said a word to Kirk in a long time. I looked over at him and
realized that I'd had no reason to worry--Kirk was sound asleep.
"I love you," I whispered, just to hear the words, myself.
"What?" Kirk said, waking up.
I never shut up so fast in my life. It seemed like a year of
silence. Eventually I looked him in the eye. More silence.
Kirk's eyes were warm. He melted my cool resistance.
"I love you too, Matt." Kirk was sweating. He bit his lip, a
sure sign he was nervous, unsure of himself, which was pretty
normal for Kirk, but not lately. Usually he talked a lot less.
He turned his face away.
I wanted to hear that, but I didn't want to believe it. If I had
felt guilty before, there were no words for what I felt now. It
came on me ten times worse. I wanted to die. Shawn, my
beautiful lover, adored me--and I was making moves on his
brother, being unfaithful to Shawn in my mind and my words. And
the little guy hadn't been away for twenty-four hours yet.
Then I wondered what Kirk thought of me now. I had just offered
myself to Kirk. That was so opposite of everything I'd said up
to now--that I wouldn't do anything with him because I loved
Shawn. And now I had said 'I love you' to Kirk, lusting for him.
The day wore on and I sank lower. The whole thing took its toll
on me. Kirk asked again if I was okay, and I told him, yes. I
don't think he believed me, but true to our custom, he didn't
press me about it. I knew it was getting closer to dinnertime,
but I didn't want to think about food.
"Kirk--is Shawn an honest person?" My question made Kirk look
like he'd just had water thrown in his face.
"Yeah buddy--brutally honest. It killed him to lie to you--even
though he was covering for ME."
"Is he weird? I mean--you know, you're his brother and all--"
"Hell yeah! Hehe--all little brothers are weird, but no, not
that way you mean it. He's just an all-American boy."
"Oh. Thanks."
"You're the one who's acting weird, Matt."
Steve came in abruptly, gently but professionally giving us our
pain shots. We all talked a little, but there wasn't much to
say. Still, it was pleasant.
As Steve walked out, Kirk spoke up.
"Hey, I know--don't tell me. A nurse will come in now."
I wrinkled my nose, "Well--you never know." I was fairly sure
Kirk was right. That snapped me out of daydreaming, but I still
felt heavy.
"Oh, honey! I sure missed your cute lil' face!" my favorite
nurse said, her smile leading the way. "I sure am glad to see
ya!"
"What about me?" Kirk said, smiling.
"Now looky here--I don't know if my heart can take TWO good-
lookin guys like you at one time."
"Just tell him to pull the sheet over his head," I said, pointing
to Kirk.
"Now that ain't nice. I just might take your temperature the
OTHER way, if you don't stop." We all had a good laugh.
"Maybe I'll LIKE it," I said in a moment of daring. Then, we
roared.
The good-natured nurse was also very efficient and skillful at
her job. She babbled on, and had all our vitals taken in no
time. We both said good-bye to her as she left.
"Hey, dick brain! You want something up your butt, you come see
me, not the nurse," Kirk said jokingly, laughing to himself.
"That was a little embarrassing."
"I think I'm falling in love with you, Kirk." I didn't know if
it was the dream or the pain shot talking, but I felt so warm and
friendly toward Kirk. It overwhelmed me. "No, that's not true."
"It's not true?"
"No. The truth is, I love you--you know, for real."
Kirk was stunned. His smile disappeared. "Matt--"
"I think we could be lovers," I said, my voice soft and mellow.
I was hearing my words and starting to believe them, but I didn't
want to.
"Maybe we could."
"Really?"
"You know I want you--and I love you, too, Matt."
"That's so good. Can we make love?"
"No, not right away," Kirk said nervously.
"Why not?"
"Look, Matt--I--Shit! Forget what I just said. I can't be
faithful. I hate to admit this, but. . . you're my best friend--
I cheated on Annie, and never with the same girl--just whatever
eye candy was around." Kirk blushed with guilt. "She's not the
only girl I cheated on."
"Did you use cond--"
"That's why I don't deserve you. I can't take a chance on
hurting you. You're good, you're strong. . . you're faithful to
Shawn."
"I--" Maybe Kirk hadn't been listening. Everything I'd been
thinking and saying was unfaithful to Shawn. "I know you love
me."
"Yeah, Matt, but I can't--"
"You don't want me any more?"
"Yeah, I do, and I would--"
"But?"
"No. We can't do this, Matt. You belong to my brother."
There was nothing I could say. I could only cry.
Kirk was silent, and I was hating myself. What did he think of
me? What was happening to me?
"Is that what's stopping you?"
"Look, we're both horny--it's just your dick talking." Kirk said
it calmly, but there was something strange in his tone.
I couldn't take it in. "Yeah, maybe you're right," I said, more
to get out of the conversation than anything else. But Kirk had
planted a seed.
"I'm sorry, Matt. I'd only hurt you. I can't let myself want
you anymore. I can't do that to you--I have to step back, okay?
Just relax, buddy."
Relax. What a joke! I was falling apart. I couldn't even cry,
now. I couldn't do anything, think anything. Kirk closed a door
on me. I had that coming.
"Okay," I said softly, feeling it took all my energy to say that.
I couldn't look at Kirk. I wondered if he knew how much I hurt
over what he'd said. I wondered about a lot of things including
my sanity.
The pain shot took over. For the first time, it made me very
groggy. My eyes blurred, and I fell asleep.
Another dream came--this time with me, Kirk and Shawn. I looked
at Shawn, and he stared back at me, looking confused, his face
tight, distorted. I moved closer to the two of them, both
wanting me. I was so horny. Then, as I reached for Shawn, ready
to put my arms around him, he was gone. He just disappeared.
"No!" I shouted, waking up. I sat up suddenly. I looked over at
Kirk. Kirk was gone.
I knew I wasn't dreaming, and felt so empty. At first, I
panicked, wondering if Kirk was okay. Then I heard something
moving. It was my favorite nurse, walking toward me.
"Hey, honey, I think you just had a bad dream."
I stared at her, not believing what I was feeling inside.
"Yeah," I said, my voice cracking. I looked at Kirk's empty bed.
"He went to X-ray, honey--he's okay. You'll be all right," she
said, taking my blood pressure.
"I feel groggy."
"You just rest, now."
Rest! As sleepy as I felt, rest seemed impossible now. My best
friend, who I had wanted so badly all through school, had just
brushed me off. Kirk hadn't closed a door on me, he'd slammed
it. My insides chilled at the thought. A dream had died--the
dream of so many years of wanting, hoping. But how could I want
it NOW? Was the dream a curse? It felt like one.
I thought of Shawn. I knew I wanted him--I wanted him HERE. Why
did he have to be away? I cursed that seminar. But I knew I
would have him back soon. If I could just stay sane until
tomorrow night, I'd be ok. I drifted off to sleep again.
When I woke up, I felt a little better. I drank some water, and
that helped, too. Then they wheeled Kirk in.
"Hey, those wheelchairs are pretty cool. Feels weird, being in
one, though."
"I was worried about you."
"Same here, Matt. You look better."
"Thanks."
I wanted to talk to Kirk, but I couldn't. I feared what he would
say--that he would remind me of what he'd said before, and what
I'd said before. Maybe not facing it would work. Maybe this
whole day was a dream. That was just wishful thinking, I knew.
"I'm starved, man."
"Yeah, I could use some food," I said idly. The truth was, I
couldn't even think of food.
"I wonder what Shawn's doing," Kirk said.
"Me, too." In spite of feeling very confused, I was getting
giddy from the pain shot. Thoughts of Shawn, naked and ready,
boosted my energy. Matt junior registered his need, and I felt
the blood rush into him with a vengeance. My face flushed hot.
"Whoa, I can read those signals," Kirk said. I knew what he
meant.
"Oh, yeah?" I said, feeling my heart in my throat.
"We need to jerk off--especially you."
I didn't say anything, though I did look at Kirk and threw my
sheet back. I started masturbating all at once. Matt junior got
dizzy.
Kirk didn't waste time getting started either. We watched each
other.
I was so focused on Kirk, it was like his hand was pumping my
dick, and I could almost feel his big boner in my hand. I was
way beyond horny.
My balls felt full and already pulled up. I started stroking as
fast as I could. I wasn't surprised Kirk did the same. I never
knew the sound of beating off could be so sexy--so stimulating.
I must have been kidding myself before--wondering if Kirk would
watch me. We did nothing BUT watch each other, as our fists went
to turbo mode. We stared at each other's red cocks and stroking
hands. Watching and hearing another boy's hand going up and down
his hard dick was more exciting than I'd thought. More exciting
than the night I did it with Shawn--the night I couldn't see
clearly, and Shawn and I were just doing it to get it done.
When Kirk's hand stopped, I stopped, too, and my heart skipped a
beat as he spoke.
"Man, I want this to last. This is so hot!" He was looking
right at me.
"Y-yeah," I said, my hard breathing and pounding heart getting in
the way of my tongue. "I can't stop." All I could do was stroke
again and pound my aching hardon, wanting instant relief, while
Kirk's masturbation session gave me the perfect visual.
I watched Kirk closely. When he started up again, I thought his
quick breaths and big dick--with his hand pumping desperately--
were the sexiest things I'd ever seen.
When Kirk's first geyser-shot flew into the air, I shot off with
a stream five feet high, screaming into my pillow, with my eyes
above it, so Kirk was still in view. I never stopped watching
him as more hot spurts came with my balls so tight against me. I
knew I was draining them good. I counted Kirk's shots and lost
count at six.
In the room, I heard only the sounds of two relieved guys out of
breath. There was no sex left in me, I'd shot it all, the
biggest load of my life--shot into the air.
The high flight of excitement was gone, and I thudded back to
harsh reality. The cold thought was clear now. Shawn would find
out what I'd said--how I'd behaved with Kirk. How could Shawn
want me after that? He would nosedive with disappointment, and
worse. Kirk already rejected me. In my mind, I had lost Shawn,
too.
I really was alone, shivering slowly as the tears came.
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Other stories by Eric L. That's me! :-) See below.
(If you're into pure love stories, forget # 5, 6, and 7.)
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) (boy meets boy)
.../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; incest)
5. my-sons-sexuality (Kevin's story)
.../nifty/gay/incest/my-sons-sexuality/
(Inter-generational with pre-teen; incest)
6. i-wanted-my-dad (Peter's story)
.../nifty/gay/incest/i-wanted-my-dad/
(Inter-generational with pre-teen; incest)
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.
CRAZY-FOR-THE-BOY - Chapter 13
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