Date: Sun, 08 Feb 2004 22:13:22 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 4 - (Matt and Shawn)

CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 4
   (Matt and Shawn's story)
   --by Eric L.                             *** ADULT FICTION ***
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CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt & Shawn) - Chapter 4


      We behaved for about five minutes.  Then I stood by the bed
      and Shawn was on his knees sucking me.

      "Shawn, yeah!  Oh, good, yes, don't stop, OH!"

      I finally came.
      ______


    [Matt, 17, is in the hospital because of injuries sustained
    when Kirk, his best friend, punched him out cold.  Matt's
    lover, Shawn, 14, is in the room with him.  The two are
    alone in the hospital room.  It is approx. 10 p.m.]

"Sorry I came so much," I said, seeing my cum in a stream on
Shawn's cheek, knowing he swallowed a lot.  I wasn't really
sorry I came so much--I just didn't want Shawn to choke.

"Oh, man, Matt!"

"You like?"

"LOVED."

Shawn was rubbing himself in his pants.

I was aroused just seeing his little body.  "Hey, let's see what
you're rubbing, Shawn."

I don't know how he did it, but he had his pants and briefs to
the floor instantly.  His dick looked as big as mine almost.  It
was red, and very hard, like a boy who hadn't cum in a week.

"Get up here on the bed," I said, "so no one can see your feet
under the curtain."

A nurse came in.  "Did the doctor talk to you?"

My heart was pounding, thinking we were busted, but the curtain
hid Shawn.  "Um, yeah," I said, "Dr. Portsmouth did."

"I see," the nurse said, "but not the surgeon?"

"Um, no ma'am."

"All right.  He'll see you in the morning."

The nurse left, and my heart pounded even more.

"Surgeon?" Shawn said fearfully.

"Yeah.  I guess I need some stuff done.  My jaw still hurts," I
said, stroking Shawn slowly.  "But I think we need some lube for
your dick."

"No," Shawn said, pulling back.

"Please, baby," I said desperately, "don't take this away from
me--I need to make you cum, and know that I did that for you."

"You're hurt, Matt.  And I love you!"

"I love you, too, Shawn, and--okay, if you're not in the mood,
I won't force you."

"What kind of operation do you need?"

"Not sure.  Probably just a little fixing on my jawbone.  Nothing
to worry about, I'm sure."

"Okay," Shawn said, obviously with some fear, but trusting me.

He followed my prompting to let me suck him for just a little
while, even though I knew I could bring him all the way with my
mouth--it wasn't THAT sore.

After about 30 seconds, my little lover came.  I felt his hot
squirts of young cum splash into my mouth with such power.  His
whole reaction to my blowjob just made me horny all over again,
and want to swallow him up.

Shawn did a good job being quiet, but he did make some really
sexy, squeaky sounds.  "Ohhhh, eeerrrrrpp, ummmmm!" I heard, and
saw his happy smile.

We heard noises outside the room.

"I guess we better call a cab for me, huh?" Shawn said, fixing
his clothes quickly.

I hated to say yes, but I agreed.

Just then, two nurses came in.  "Shawn Samuels?" one nurse asked,
while the two of them did something to the empty bed in my room.

"Yes," Shawn said, looking scared.

"You can stay the night with your friend, but the two of you must
sleep and be quiet."

"Yes, ma'am," we both said, totally stunned.

Alone again, we looked at each other.  It took a while for our
fearful expressions to turn into silly smiles.  I spoke first.

"DAMN!  spend the night?" I whispered.

"Maybe they got us mixed up with someone else," Shawn said.

"Well if so, be quiet about it."

We kissed, hugged and snuggled until about 2 a.m.  Shawn proved
he had the world's sexiest tongue.  We both proved we loved
having our nipples sucked.  I proved I loved sucking his face.

We had to face reality, and Shawn went to the other bed.

I hated it when Shawn left me.  After about 10 minutes of trying
to sleep separated, he crawled back into my bed.  I guess we
would deal with any problem in the morning.

I woke up to a deep voice asking me a question.  "Hey, Matt?  How
are you feeling?  Don't worry--it's ok.  I know you guys are
lovers, but I have to separate you," the man said, as he gently
carried Shawn to the other bed.  Shawn didn't even wake up.  I
was afraid, and stared at the guy.

"Hello, Matt.  I'm Doctor Fellowes.  I'm your surgeon, and I'm
fine with your relationship.  I see these things all the time,
but when I see young guys like you in love, I make sure nothing
bad or embarrassing happens while you're in my care.  You better
keep this between you and your lover, though."

I nodded 'yes.'  How the hell did he know all this?  I guess
the doc was gay, but I wasn't asking any questions.

"You need to know what we found, and what procedures will be
done.  Has anyone told you about that?"

"No," I said, nervous as hell, all of a sudden.

There are two breaks in the main part of your jawbone.  The
operation is normally simple, but with two breaks there, we have
to be careful not to change the natural shape of your face.  It's
a little tricky, but it should be fine.

"Okay.  That sounds okay."  I had a splint on my jaw, just a
small one.

"Good boy.  The other thing is, while you are on the table, we
need to look at some other things, but those are routine:  the
brain, the eyes, and the positioning of several facial bones."

"Okay."

There is one other thing we know for sure.  Two of your teeth are
badly loosened.  We can tighten one of them.  The other will have
to be pulled, and room made for an implant, which your dentist
will arrange, and an oral surgeon will be consulted.  I will pull
the tooth.  Bur, don't expect the implant any time soon.  The
wound will need to heal, and your jaw will need time to settle
before that can be done."

"Which tooth is that?"

"It's in the back, so it won't show," the doctor said
sympathetically, "This one," he said, touching it.

"Good!"

"All right.  Any questions, Matt?"

"No.  Wait--just one.  What do I tell my parents?"

"They may know most of what I told you.  I'll make a printout of
it and have it sent to your room, so you can give them the whole
story without having to remember."

Then I noticed Shawn was awake, but being quiet.

"Thanks, doctor."

"I'll examine you now," he said, and looked inside my mouth.
Then he felt all around my face and neck, very gently.  "This all
seems good, Matt."

Then the doctor pulled the privacy curtain around both me and
Shawn.  "Can you stand up for me, Matt?"

"Yeah," I said, getting out of bed with the doctor's help, and
standing next to the bed, leaning for balance.

"You don't mind him seeing you naked, do you?" he asked, glancing
at Shawn.

Then I saw Shawn put his hand to his mouth.  I thought to myself
if he laughs now, I'll kill him.  Well, not really.

"No, it's fine if he sees," I said, blushing a little.

As I reached for the stupid gown thing they had me wearing, the
doctor pulled it off me.  "Very good, Matt.  Just be still a
moment."

I wondered what was very good.  At least Matt Junior was behaving.

The doc poked and prodded here and there and again.  He was too
close to my crotch to avoid Matt Junior letting him know how good
this was feeling.  I know I went deep red in the face.

"That's normal," Doctor Fellowes said.  "It's rather good size
for a 17-year-old.  You were just seventeen last month?"

"Um, yeah."

"There's a little growing to be done.  You'd like that, wouldn't
you?"

And there was Shawn, eyes wide--behind the doc of course, so he
couldn't be seen--pointing to himself and mouthing the words, 'I
would.'

The expression on doc's face as he looked at me--he was kind and
sincere--reassured me.  I could tell he cared about me and Shawn,
so I relaxed.  Really relaxed.  Maybe it was the pain medicine
kicking in, I don't know, but I said, "Oh yeah.  And if there's
anything medical you can do to make it bigger, go ahead."

This made the doc really laugh.  "That's the spirit.  I can't
right now, but I can refer you to someone who can--if you're
serious, that is."

"Sounds good," I said, even though it had started to dawn on me
that this might not be a doctor person he was speaking of.

The doctor looked at both of us and left.

"You turd!" I said to Shawn, trying to reprimand him.  He'd
almost made me laugh a few times, with the doc there.

It was no use.  Shawn was giggling like only 14-year-old boys
could do.

Shit!  He looked gorgeous!

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