Date: Thu, 05 Feb 2004 22:25:59 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 2

CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 2 - continuing Matt's story
   (Matt's story)
   --by Eric L.                             *** ADULT FICTION ***
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CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt Andikker's story) - Chapter 2

                  CONTINUED BY POPULAR DEMAND

      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.
      ______


By the smells, I could tell I was waking up in a hospital.  I
thought about Kirk.  I could understand how he could be so angry
and punch me out.  But it seemed so cruel--I needed his advice on
how to handle his brother, and now--well, I guess that wasn't
going to happen.  I'd have to figure out Shawn on my own--
assuming that I could get to Shawn, or that he could get to me.

I heard soft sobbing.  Everything hurt, especially my head.  As
my eyes opened, I saw Shawn, beautiful Shawn, elbows on the bed,
and crying over me.  Mentally, I jumped on him like a lion and
claimed him for my own.

"Shawn!" I said, trying to smile.  "Ow!"  Smiles came with a
penalty, I discovered.  My whole face hurt.

"Oh, Matt, Matt!  Why did he do this to you?  I never thought
Kirk. . . my brother. . . .  Look at you!"

"No, no--don't say that, Shawn!  Do I look that bad?"

"Bad--n-no, not really.  You look fine."

Yeah, I looked fine.  And pink elephants roamed the streets.

"Shawn, Kirk told me how you felt about me.  I was so glad to
hear that, man--and . . . well--did Kirk tell you that I--did he
tell you what I said, how I felt about you?"

"Yeah!" he said, nodding and grinning like a six-year-old.

"Shawn, I want you too, really bad."

"I want you," he said simply, throwing his arms on my legs,
trying for some painless contact with me.  "Kirk was bad to do
this to you!"

Something inside my chest throbbed with want.  I didn't care how
civilized the world was, I felt swirls of jealous desire inside--
like an animal competing for a mate--even though I knew no one
else was after Shawn.  I had to have him.  The more I looked at
him, the more I felt my heart pound out of my chest.

"Shawn--will you be my lover?"  The poor kid looked shocked and
happy at the same time--and I think a little scared, maybe.  I
knew this was all too fast, but I had Shawn one-on-one in the
hospital room for only a brief period, I assumed, and I didn't
know what else to do.  I was going to beat out all the competing
animals.

"Oh!  Yes, YES!"  Shawn did his best to hug my legs.

"Shawn, I'm sorry I had to ask like this, in a hosp-"

A housekeeping person interrupted whatever was going to happen
next.  We all exchanged pleasantries.  While the kind lady did
her work, I spoke in a whisper with Shawn.  "Don't pay me no
nevermind," she said graciously.

"I love you."

"I love you, too!"

"Oh, God!"

"Where is everyone?" I said, assuming that if Shawn was here, my
parents would be here.

"They went out for dinner with my parents.  They waited for you
to wake up, but they got too hungry."

"What time is it?"

"Around eight o'clock."

"Yeah.  Dad can't last much past seven thirty," I sad.  "Wow--
eight o'clock!  Last I remember it was nine a.m.  Was I asleep?"

"No.  They said you were knocked out."  I didn't think 'knocked
out' was a medical term.  "Is that the exact word they used,
'knocked out?'"

"No--some other word, I think."

"Okay, Shawn."

The housekeeping lady left.

"Matt," Shawn continued his soft crying.

I wanted to say, 'Where's Kirk,' but with Shawn's precious, wet,
blue eyes staring at me, I didn't think I could say that without
hurting the poor kid's feelings.  In a way, I wanted to see Kirk;
in a way, I didn't.

"You want water?" Shawn asked, in a so-soft voice.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him at that moment.
Shawn's blonde hair was mussed, he stood next to the bed, bent
over me with his tear-stained face looking at me as if I were
going to fall apart, any moment; his eyebrows and forehead
twisted fearfully, expectantly.  This beautiful creature was
fearing for my life and willing to do anything to preserve it!
He was sexy as hell.  Shit.  How could I say no?

"Um, sure.  That sounds great, champ," I said.  This brought a
huge smile to my boy's face.

I knew, deciding that Shawn and I were an item, that he was my
boyfriend, was premature.  But we clicked.  We both wanted each
other.  What basis did I have for thinking he WASN'T mine?  So I
claimed him.  It was only natural.  It made us both happy.  You
could feel it in the air.

"Champ?  You called me 'champ?'" my little lover asked.

"Yeah, Shawn--you're my champ.  Do you like that sound of that,
or--"

"Oh, yeah, I love it!"

I figured because Shawn was short (for the time being), he needed
something to compensate for that.  I thought 'champ' was a good
way to boost his ego, a little.

"Do you think I'm too young for you?"

Apparently, Shawn reads minds.  "No."  I looked directly in his
eyes.  "To me, we're both nineteen."

"Nineteen?"

"Yes," I said.  "You mature real quick when you get a lover."

"Ohhh.  I feel like we're the same too, except you're bigger and
stronger.  That's good, right?"

"It's way good, Shawn.  Hey, you know what would be better than
water, right now?"

"No, what?" Shawn said, looking so cute again.

"A kiss," I said gently.  We had never kissed.  We hadn't done
anything.  I watched Shawn--I could see the fire in his eyes.

"Kiss?  You mean right here?  In the hospital?"

"You're brave, aren't you?"  I had a feeling I might be talking
down to him way too far, but I was distracted by the pain.

"Oh, yeah!" he said, and pressed against the bed, bending sharply
to be able to reach my lips with his.  The whole front of him had
to push the bedding inward so he could reach me--and he barely
did.

Shawn snapped back as firm footsteps made their way noisily
toward my doorway.

"You're awake," the nurse said, "how are you feeling?"

"Everything hurts.  My jaw is killing me."

"Ok," she said, producing a needle from I don't know where.

Before I knew it, she had given me the shot in my arm.  I hardly
felt it.

"Pain killer," she said curtly, "It shouldn't make you drowsy."

"Thanks," I said, as the nurse disappeared through the door.

"Back to that kiss," Shawn reminded me eagerly, and he pressed
himself again into the bedding, bringing his face over mine.

"Okay!"

"Mmmmm," we moaned to each other as our lips met.  His lips felt
hot, to me.  I figured I shouldn't try the tongue routine, which
might throw him off.  Just keep it simple.  I was pretty sure
Shawn had like zero experience.

"Uhhrrmmmm!" Shawn said, getting as lost in the kiss as I was.

"Ohhh!  Shawn, this is so good," I said, breaking away for just a
moment.  I was feeling dizzy from the pain stuff.  Then I
focused.

I was thrilled that Shawn was mesmerized by my kiss.  His boyish
face was adrift in a sea of awe and semi-awareness.  His pert
lips opened, his eyes glazed, and his brow reconfigured with
incomprehensible patterns.

"Uhrrm, uhrrm," Shawn said, pressing his lips urgently into me.
I think I felt the tip of his tongue, as well.  He seemed so warm
to the touch, and it felt like he shivered.

"Shawn, you okay?"

"I feel weird," he said, pulling away from the bed so I could see
him.  "Down here."  He put his hand on his groin.

"Shawn, you came in your pants."

"Oh, no.  Not again!"  He blushed.

I wondered how many times a fourteen-year-old comes in his pants.
I don't remember that at fourteen.  This kid must have some wild
sex drive, I thought to myself.  I also thought that was fine
with me--I would make sure my mouth, and not his pants, caught
all his extra cum, from now on.

"It's okay, baby,"  That got a huge smile from my boy.  I took a
towel from the bed stand for Shawn to wipe up with.  "Quick, grab
my shorts from the closet, there, and my briefs, too."

"Why?  You can't leave.  Please stay in your b--"

"No, Shawn.  I'm not leaving, don't worry, okay?  Those are for
you--to put on now, before anyone comes and sees you."

The poor kid!  He had really made a mess.  His thin, dark blue
shorts showed not only the wetness, but some of the white of his
semen was beginning to get through.

"Oh.  Thanks, Matt, but they're too big for me," Shawn said,
retrieving the items and bringing them to within my grasp.

"Be creative, Shawn.  Just use your own belt on the shorts," I
said, "and who cares if the briefs are a little loose.  Let me
see."

Shawn looked a bit nervous, but he obeyed and unbuttoned his
shorts, pulling them down along with his tighty-whities.  This
was my first look at my lover's nakedness.  God, what a precious
sight he was!

"Well?" he said nervously.

"A lot bigger than I would ever guess," I said, referring to his
dick, exaggerating very little, but pleasing my little lover,
whose dick was closer to my size than boy-size, "and beautiful.
You do know you're cute as hell, don't you?"

This is where Shawn really shocked but impressed me.  His
response was to look me right in the eye, keep his gaze there,
and blush with deep embarrassment.  He never said a word.  His
stance did not waver, as a matter of fact, he was rock steady in
both stance and gaze.  I was out-stared.  If it was a blink
contest, I lost.  I blinked first.  It took my breath away.

It was subtle, but the most potent display of masculinity I'd
ever seen.  It made me wonder just how strong Shawn really was,
emotionally and who exactly was the more mature one, here.

Matt Junior was doing incredible acrobatics.  "Look," I said
sheepishly to a still-blushing Shawn, "Look what you do to me."
I lifted the sheet just enough for Shawn to get a look at my very
red, man-sized erection--complete with precum and visible
pulsation.  His facial response was incredible--eyes popping,
with his mouth going through all emotions--shock, disbelief,
pride, fascination, desire.

"Oh, my God!" he said, with his mouth dropped open.  "I want
that."  I was expecting a little more of a speech concerning my
smooth, hard, good-looking, big seventeen-year-old cock, but,
what the hell.  Shawn promptly bent down and slid his lips over
my throbbing dick.

I think I wanted what Shawn was doing, more than he wanted his
lips on Matt Junior.  By the electric feelings of pleasure Shawn
was giving me, I was sure of it.  But judging by Shawn's eager,
determined efforts, his want was a close second.

"UHH!" I yelled, hoping no one would hear, and covered us--Shawn
and my dick--with the hospital bedsheet.

I could tell Shawn had no experience at this--his teeth scraped
me often.  But I could take it.  I didn't want to say anything to
spoil the moment--as much of a moment as we could have, under the
circumstances.

I had many visions of how my boyfriend and I would have our first
sexual encounter, but it didn't include getting a blow job under
a sheet in a hospital room, where someone could walk in any
second.

"Mmm," Shawn hummed, both expressing his liking for what he was
doing, and unwittingly vibrating my cock to new heights of
desire.

"Oh, God, Shawn!" I was getting out of breath.

Just then, a very pleasant, smiling, black man came by the room
door, rolling a wheeled cart.  "Snacks?  Drinks?" the man said,
looking at me.

For some reason, Shawn kept right on sucking.

"OH!  Uh!  Sir, uh--No, ah!  That's okay."  I wondered why Shawn
hadn't stopped what he was doing.

"You all right, boy?" he said, in his warm Southern drawl.

"Huh?  Oh--oh, yeah.  I'm fine . . . AH!  Doing just fine,
THANKS."

"Um, UUhhmm!  I can see that there.  O.K., boy," the man said,
smiling and winking at me as he rolled his cart to the next room,
"Ohhh, yeah!  What a way to run a hospital, boy--yessir!"

"Shawn!  What are you doing?" I said in a whispered yell.

"Hee, he, he, he!" Shawn giggled uncontrollably, as he slid to
the floor like a rag doll, making other, really weird sounds--
obviously at the height of his pubescent giddiness, which I
thought was really charming.  He was so fucking cute, I quit
being mad at him.  I started lauging, too.  At that point, he
rolled under the high bed, snickering and bubbling shamelessly.
'Ah, to be fourteen again!'  I felt like an old man.

"You better put these on," I said, dangling my shorts, his belt,
and my underwear down against the bed, where he could grab them.

Soon, I heard him shuffling around, obviously preferring to dress
himself in the privacy of the space under the bed.  "Be careful,
Shawn--don't hit your head on anything under there."

Then the giggling returned.  "I got a boner!  And it's tenting so
big."

"You can't be hard again--you just came!"

"So?"  Then came more giggling.

"Well, if you jerk off now, take my shorts off, first."

"What?"

"I said, take my shorts off!"

It would be understating things to say a raised eyebrow was the
reaction of the nurse standing by the bed.

"Oh, hi," I said, sitting up straight suddenly, and looking all
perky.  "I'm sorry, nurse."

"I'm not a nurse," the lady said, looking amazingly unamused,
"I'm your respiratory therapist," she said, taking a contraption
out of plastic wrap.

"Well, um--I'm not here for that.  I just had a bad impact on my
jaw, and--"

"ALL our patients have respiratory therapy while they are in
hospital beds," she said, glaring at me somewhat.

I pictured the restraints and the whip appearing at any moment.

I could hear Shawn slowly sneak out from under the bed.  Soon he
was within view, out of the corner of my left eye, but not within
Miss Gestapo's gaze.  As I sat, my bed was to the far right side
of the room, next to the window.  Secret Police non-nurse was to
my right.

"Uhm, yes ma'am," I said, looking to the right, so she would know
I was paying attention.  She wouldn't or couldn't crack a smile.
Now I knew what my straight friends meant about a girl when they
said, 'She needs a good fuck.'  She came to the wrong place.

To my left, I saw Shawn smiling at me.

"Put this elastic around your neck," she said, handing me the
device, "and place the flow cylinder mouthpiece in your mouth.
Push out as much breath as you can, without stopping, until you
feel your breath come to a definite end."

Until my lungs collapse, in other words.  I swear the thing was
shaped like a dick.  Just then, Shawn started to laugh silently,
and make funny faces, pointing to the device, then to the bulge
in his crotch, nodding his head up and down in an obvious 'Yes.'

Well, that was it.  I burst out laughing, Shawn broke into a huge
guffaw, and I was out of control.

"Mr. Andikker," nurse stoneface said, "I need to move along, and
you need to start blowing--right now!"

I swear, if she had planned it and rehearsed it, she could not
have spoken more disastrous words.

My laughter made the dick-like thing go flying out of my mouth,
breaking the little elastic around my neck.  Shawn was now making
fucking motions with his hips.  I heaved in such rapid volume
from laughing so hard, I started to have an asthma attack.

"Now, you've done it," Gestapo non-nurse said softly, running out
of the room, with what looked like a cell-phone to her mouth.

"Oh, my GOD!" Shawn shrieked with weakness and laughter, as he
collapsed, face down on the bed, "I didn't know you had to give
blow jobs in the hospital!"

I wasn't much better, between trying to laugh and dealing with an
asthma attack.

Stoneface returned, saying words amounting to 'Help is on the
way,' but they sounded like 'The turd will do you as soon as the
fart is over.'

At that point, I was breathing pretty bad, my throat felt like it
was closing.  I made horrible rasping sounds.

"Hey, I thought these nurses were supposed to HELP you," my dad
said jokingly, walking into the room and hearing me cough badly."

"I'm not a nurse, sir," stoneface started in again.

At that point I was ready to burst out laughing again--real bad,
when a doctor walked in.

"Well, nurse, how are we doing here?"

Oh, man--if he only knew!  All I could think of was to get all
these people out of here so I could have sex with my lover--which
I intended to do, if I had to hide him under the bed until 3 a.m.

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Chapter 2 of many?

If you write to me, please put "Matt" in your email subject line
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   --Eric

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 2.