Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 22:53:45 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 5
CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 5
(Matt & Shawn)
--by Eric L. *** ADULT FICTION ***
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CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt & Shawn) - Chapter 5
"You turd!" I said to Shawn, trying to reprimand him.
It was no use. Shawn was giggling like only 14-year-old
boys could do.
Shit! He looked gorgeous!
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IT IS MORNING NOW, IN THE HOSPITAL
WHERE MATT IS A PATIENT WAITING FOR
JAW SURGERY
"When?" Shawn asked, his giggles stopping abruptly.
"When what?"
"Your operation, Matt. When are they gonna do it?"
"Oh, shit! I forgot to ask." I was very happy Shawn was now my
lover, but I still could hardly believe it. He looked so damn
cute. I looked at my watch as if it was going to tell me when
my surgery would be.
"School will start in about 45 minutes," I said, looking up at
Shawn's suddenly glum face.
"Matt--I don't wanna leave you now. Maybe I won't go."
"No, baby--it's better if you go." I hated to say that after
seeing Shawn's sad blue eyes with his long, sexy eyelashes.
A page over the P.A. settled things. "Shawn Samuels, please
report to the main lobby. Your cab is waiting."
"I guess that's that," I said, trying to match Shawn's sad
expression, but anxious to talk to some hospital people and find
out when my surgery was happening.
"Okay," he said, looking more like himself again and doing his
best to crawl up on the bed and hug me.
Shawn got down just in time. A transportation person came in.
"Shawn? I can take you to the lobby if you like."
"No, that's okay."
"Are you sure you know how to get there?"
"Oh, yeah. No prob," Shawn said casually. "Bye," he said to me,
looking wistfully over his shoulder as he walked to the door.
The transportation lady left. Then Shawn turned around, smiling,
and ran to the bed to hug me again and say a proper good-bye.
Then he ran just as fast out the door.
Damn. How can one boy be so adorable and wrap me around his
finger so fast? I missed him already, and wondered if he would
stay home from school today. I thought, no, that would be bad--
his parents might get angry at him or me, and never let him come
see me again.
A few minutes later, a lady in a crisp-looking uniform came in,
carrying a tray. "Mr. Andikker, here's your breakfast." This
was my big chance!
"Ma'am--thank you. Um, can you tell me how to find out when my
surgery is?"
"Jaw surgery?" She said, looking at my face and noticing my
splint.
"Yes."
"Well, it has to be between eight-thirty and noon. You dial
9, 7, wait a few seconds, then star 17 for a directory, then the
code number for Patient Services, then your patient code,
followed by the pound sign."
Launching a satellite was probably easier. No way could I
remember that. I figured I'd look it up later.
"Oh! Um--yeah, thanks," I said.
No sooner had the food lady left, when more footsteps come
trotting in.
"Well, good morning Mr. Andikker."
I looked up. I thought, 'Oh, no, not you again!' It was Miss
Gestapo, the RT person.
"Good morning," I said, eyeing her suspiciously. She could not
possibly have been married.
"I trust you had a good night's sleep?" she said in a surprise
burst of pleasantness. I swear she had a German accent.
"Um--yes, thank you," I said. The head executioner was asking me
if I slept well? What planet did I wake up on?
"Well, let me put the device on for you," she said, gently
placing the elastic around my neck, and acting all nice.
I guess my family doctor had a lot of influence around this
hospital. That would explain Stoneface's sudden good treatment.
"Remember--blow as hard as you can, until you come to the end of
your breath. Then you can remove the device, and breathe. Be
sure to grip your lips tightly on the mouthpiece."
I had to concentrate like hell not to burst out laughing. This
really did sound like a blow job. The only thing she left out
was not to bite the thing. It was hard as hell to blow into
that--whatever it was.
That wasn't all. There was a second gadget that I had to breathe
through--much easier breathing--for about five minutes.
When the respiratory torture was over, Miss Gertie thanked me and
left. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said.
Tomorrow? I had to do this again? Oh, well. I guess there were
worse things, like ramming your dick in the sand.
I wanted to call someone to see when my surgery would be. I
hoped I wasn't going to get another set of satellite-launching
instructions.
Then again, I was horny, and all seemed quiet. I really needed
to jerk off.
"I have to check your jaw splint and give you a pain shot," the
nurse said as she walked in.
So much for my plans. Did they have this timed and rehearsed
like a bad play? Is this how the day would go--one person after
another invading my privacy? I wondered if they had private time
for patients when we could lock our doors.
"OW!" I said, as the nurse with the iron grip adjusted my splint.
"Sorry, sir, but that was necessary." She was being very nice.
"Someone will be in with your shot shortly."
"Uh, um--okay, I guess," I said. Just when I thought I had their
routine figured out, they changed it. Now the nurse had a maid
to do the shots for her. They sure knew how to mess up your
mind. What next?
So, I waited. Me and my aching hardon waited and waited. And I
realized in the confusion, I'd forgotten to ask the nurse about
my surgery.
'Well, I guess it won't hurt to call around and see who might be
able to tell me at least what DAY I'm to be operated on.' I
looked in the little card directory they had on the table, and
called general information.
I heard a few clicks, then, "For parking information, press one.
For bus schedules, press two. For visitor's meal information,
press three. For directions to the hospital, press four."
What the hell! I was already IN the fucking hospital. I hung
up. I was about to try another information line, when a guy in
white came in. If he was a doctor, he was very young as doctors
go, and his uniform was real plain. He didn't have a stethoscope
around his neck, either.
He was hot-looking though--about 21, 5' 10" and thin. He had
chestnut brown hair like me, only it was lighter colored. His
eyes were a nice hot blue though, and you could tell this guy
worked out, but he wasn't bulked.
"Matthew Andikker?" he said in a gentle voice, looking at me.
"Yeah!"
"Hi, I'm Steve Thurbin, your medical technician," he said,
walking fast toward my bed.
For a second, I had a fight-or-flight panic attack. "Um--yeah,
hi," I said lamely.
He grabbed the bed sheet as he said, "Just turn over, and I'll
give you your pain shot."
By mid-sentence, he'd thrown the sheet back revealing my total
nakedness (I'd shucked the stupid gown) and Matt Junior in all
his hungry hardness. I blushed so bad, my face burned.
"Don't worry about that. It just means you're a nice, healthy
boy."
I thought he drooled there, for a sec. I turned over. "Why does
it have to be given in m--"
"In your glutes?" he said.
For a moment, I didn't catch it. Glutes, gluteals, my butt!
"Yeah."
"This is a time-release shot your doctor ordered, and it can't be
given in the arm," he said with a very cheerful edge to his
voice. "The first 20 minutes or so, you might feel foggy. After
that, you should be fine."
"Oh. Okay," I said, hoping this guy didn't take injection
lessons from Gestapo Gertie.
Suddenly, I went into panic mode again. I was lying on my
stomach, with Matt Junior stiff as a board, tucked down instead
of up. Not only was it uncomfortable, but Stevie boy was getting
an eyeful of Matt Junior upside down.
I was aware of his hand on my one butt cheek, and downward
pressure on the other, then an upward pull. Before I knew it,
the shot was over, and Steve was rubbing a gauze alcohol pad over
the site of the injection. There was no pain. The way he acted,
I was surprised he didn't give Matt Junior a little rub.
"Need any help there, big boy?" Steve said to me.
Help? Oh, shit! I didn't have to think twice about what THAT
meant. Now I had to ponder this. No way was I going to let him
do anything sexual to me--not with Shawn in my life. Then, I
felt the shot take effect, and got very woozy.
"Huh?" I said, trying to grasp reality, but getting more and more
light-headed.
"You look like you could use some relief there, Matthew."
"Wha--oh, um . . . I got a lover, but you can watch if you want."
I didn't know what I was saying! And I kept thinking that I
didn't say that, but I did.
"Well, big boy, your privacy curtain's drawn. Turn your hot self
over."
I couldn't believe how this guy was so bold. I looked at him and
he had his dick out already. He was so cute, and so hung! I
started pumping Matt Junior right away.
About 30 seconds later, Steve comes all over me--my balls, my
cock, my chest--even got some on my neck! This guy could put
fires out with that thing. That's all I needed to see, and Matt
Junior and I shot hard, coating myself on top of his cum.
I must have passed out then--that pain shot was something else.
The next thing I remember was a gentle arm shaking me, and a hand
covering me up with the sheet.
"Hey--hey buddy. Matt? Hey, I hope you're ok. Hope you can
talk to me."
I fought to open my eyes.
"It's ok, Matt--don't force yourself. I hope you'll forgive me."
It was Kirk! I glanced up at him briefly, then looked away,
finding eye contact uncomfortable.
"Fuck!" I said, knowing he saw the cum mess, and he was the one
who covered me up.
"Matt I'm sorry! Don't be mad. Hey, I jerk off too, you know.
But, holy shit! You do put out a hell of a big load! Can you
forgive me for what I did to you? I hope you don't hate me. I'm
so fuckin sorry, Matt."
"No I can't forgive you," I said, lying through my teeth, hoping
I could make him squirm, if only for a minute.
I just couldn't hate Kirk--he's been such a great friend. I
finally looked at him again. He was crying quietly.
"Matt, Matt, I'm sorry!" he said, breaking down, falling on the
chair and hugging my sheet-covered legs.
Kirk just cried and cried. He was so pathetic, I couldn't stand
it.
"Yeah, Kirk, it's okay. I forgive you."
"Well, you shouldn't. I was a first class asshole for what I
did, Matt--punching you like that."
"Okay--for that moment, you were an asshole. I still forgive
you, Kirk."
"Oh, God, Matt--look at you!" he said, his sobs deepening.
"It's okay, I'll be fine, Kirk. Snap out of it. I got questions
I need you to answer."
"Okay," he said, trying to get control of himself.
"How's things at home? You, know, with you and Shawn?"
"Oh, Matt, I'm so sorry. Everything's pretty cool at home,
especially after your father came over. He told us about the
seminars he's been going to--"
"My dad went to YOUR house? Seminars?"
"Yeah, Matt. Seminars. For the past six months he's been going
to seminars on having a gay son."
"WHAT?" I thought I would shit my pants--if I'd had any on.
"Yeah, sorry to spring it on you. He knew you were gay a while
ago--he just figured, somehow," Kirk said gently, staring at my
eyes for my reaction. "Your dad said no one knew about the
seminars at the time, not even your mom. And he told us--I mean
all of us--me, Shawn, my parents too."
"Oh, no!"
"No, Matt. Easy. It's okay. Your dad did some kinda miracle,
because my parents signed up, too. Meanwhile--they're open to
it, believe it or not. They said it was okay with you and Shawn,
as long as you don't smoke or do alcohol or drugs, and you guys
stay off the streets, and just sleep over each other's houses."
"Holy SHIT!" I could not see myself fucking my lover, wondering
if mom and dad could hear. Just knowing that they knew! What
was I supposed to tell them? "Oh, Shawn's coming over for a fuck
later. Hope that's okay."?
"Yeah! Your dad is something else. I wish mine was like that.
Maybe he will be, after the seminar. I guess it helped that I
hurt you. Shit! I know that sounded bad, but . . . And, well--
I'm not sure about this, but--I think your dad isn't going to
sue, as long as my parents don't interfere with you and Shawn."
"Oh, I get it!" Oh, my God, was I getting it--I just couldn't
believe it.
"No, Matt--your dad wasn't twisting their arms. Both my parents
were ok with it, I'm sure."
"Sure?"
"Well," Kirk went on, "MY dad took me and Shawn aside and told us
that he fooled around with a few guys when he was growing up, and
a little in college, too. He said that later, he got to
respecting gay couples, pretty much, as long as they treat each
other good--but not to tell mom. We SWORE to him that we
wouldn't. Shawn practically twisted my arm later and made me
swear an oath! He accepted Shawn being gay, and hugged him.
Fuck! I didn't get a hug. I got a good paddling! My dad likes
you, Matt. He said he always respected you. Mom chimed in on
that one and said the same thing."
I was tempted to have Kirk bare his ass--I knew, at this point,
he would if I asked--and let me see if it was still red from the
paddling. Then I thought that sounded too perv. Matt Junior
seemed to like the idea.
"Wait--my dad's protecting my relationship with Shawn?"
"Looks that way."
"Geez! What about your mom?"
"She just got quiet and went along with dad said. The more the
conversation went on, the more she seemed okay with it."
"Oh, fuck, Kirk! I'm dreamin, right?"
"No," Kirk said with tears in his eyes again.
"I'm okay, Kirk, I swear! Don't cr--"
"That's not it, Matt! Shawn will hardly talk to me. Damn! I
miss him! I didn't know how much the little twerp meant to me
until--"
"Kirk!"
"Oops, Sorry Matt."
"Just watch it, how you talk about him! remember he's my--"
"But that's not all, Matt. After all the talk, and what my dad
told us, I got to thinking."
"Yeah?"
"Remember our last tennis practice?"
"How could I forget!" I said, rubbing it in, a little.
Kirk lost his cheer for a moment. "Matt, I'm--"
"It's okay. Go ahead."
"Remember how I said I couldn't think of you sexually?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I thought about you, Matt. I see you as sexy, now--I
mean, sexually."
"Yeah--go on."
"I don't know--maybe I'm bi, but . . . especially after seeing
you with--"
"All that cum on me?"
"Yeah. I think I like you . . . um . . . sexually, now, I mean.
Fuck! I don't know how to say it . . . to a guy, I mean."
I could not believe my ears. This had to be a dream. Four
parents accepting this? Kirk--the guy I'd lusted after all
through high school until this year when I got to see more of
Shown--practically asking me for sex? My heart was pounding
from it all, and my mouth went dry. I'd never really understood
the term, 'mixed emotions' until that moment.
"Fuck! Kirk--I asked your brother to be my partner, my lover,
and he accepted. Besides, I love him, and--"
"I know, I know. My parents know. Your parents know. Even your
doctor knows."
"That explains it!" Oh, yeah--that made everything just fine.
Put it on the fucking front page, what the hell.
"Explains what?"
"I'll tell you later, Kirk." I knew Kirk would accept that.
"Okay, Matt."
"Damn!" I said, smiling.
"Your father was very convincing about the seminars--'You are
what you are,' he said. That there was still too much hate in
the world, and the country's made progress on accepting gays--
and the answer to most troubles is love--that love works for you
guys, and it has to work for them," Kirk said, referring to our
parents, his and mine. "It was really weird!"
"Holy shit! What about you, Kirk? Do you accept me being your
little brother's lover?"
"Yes," Kirk said bravely, although it looked to me like he was
still finding it hard to accept fully.
"Oh, shit, I can't think!" I said. I was rejoicing inside, for
Shawn's sake first of all, then mine. I was glad that Kirk and I
were talking, again, too.
Suddenly, I was thinking that Kirk really wanted me. That's when
I looked and saw a tent in Kirk's pants.
"Holy shit!" I said.
Kirk leaned forward right away, hiding his erection. "Matt--I'm
not asking, I swear I'm not!"
I was crying. I never felt so torn in my life, despite the fact
that I knew I would not be unfaithful to Shawn. I was hard as
hell, though.
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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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