Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 17:41:20 EDT From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Guys' Secret Chapter 4 (E/RW/E) ------------ Guy's Secret (E) Chapter 4 4/18/00 Written By: Justin Case ------------ Disclaimer: This story is written about gay love. It is graphic in nature, especially with sexual content. The story, while based on truth, is fiction. It is an idea conceived between the writer and his editor. Any resemblance to real people, places, or activities is pure coincidence. This story is the property of the writer. It is placed here for your education and enjoyment. However, if this material is illegal in your community because of its content and your age, you should consider leaving now. ------------ Words from the author: Usually I stand on my soapbox at this point. Not for this story. I will let the story speak for itself. Preface: Guy, oh Guy, you are with us. We keep you here. Rest, oh little one, rest. ------------ A certain palpable silence fell about the farmhouse. Guy stood fixed at the window of the door and watched the bluebirds until they departed. He was saddened by his Mother's death; to quote Shakespeare, it was "bittersweet". Matty came bouncing down the stairs full of joy; he was in love. This fifteen-year-old boy was in love, and ready to tell the world. "Hey buddy, what's the matter?" he said as he crossed the living room from the stairwell. "It's my Mom; she's dead. Sheriff Woodman and Judge Walters were the ones knocking; they told me and that she died of carbon monoxide poisoning, and I have two days to find a legal guardian or we all become foster children in the State's care," Guy said in a monotone, and looked towards Matty with tears in his turquoise eyes. Matty slowly moved to his lover, and reached his arms out to embrace him. Guy stood there looking at Matty and broke down; he fell into Matty's arms. The boys hugged each other. A noise came from upstairs; the other Sugardale children were waking. "Oh, Matty, what am I going to tell them?" Guy said, looking deeply into his best friend's eyes. "I don't know, maybe I should call Bob and Alice; they'll know what to do. Bob worked for the State," Matty said with excitement in his voice, like he had just discovered for the first time how very important the Johnsons were in his life. He walked to the desk under the stairs. He stood there motionless, then he turned to Guy and burst into tears. Between his sobs he said, "Oh, Guy, I am so sorry. I am so afraid we are going to be separated and it's selfish of me, but I love you so much." Guy moved slowly towards Matty, the tears streaming down his cheeks; he said, "Matty, I know, we just truly find each other and now I don't know what's going to happen. Why is God so cruel, Matty, what did we do to deserve this?" Matty set the phone down and moved to Guy; they both met halfway and embraced each other. They stood in the middle of the Sugardale living room hugging one another and crying into each other's shoulders. "Guy, I don't think God was cruel. He took your Mother because she was mean. He took your Dad cause he was tired from the grief she caused him and you kids. We have to believe He is here for us and this is his plan," Matty said, looking Guy right in his tear filled eyes. "Matty, I love you with all my heart. Don't ever leave me." Guy was crying hard and hugging Matty. "Matty, promise me you will be with me forever, please, Matty." "Guy, I will love you for the rest of my life. I will be by your side until the day I die. I promise you that with all my heart," Matty whispered into Guy's ear, still embracing him. "Matty, I will be with you until I die. I promise," Guy whispered back. The two kissed a long tender kiss while the tears kept flowing. The door to one of the bedrooms upstairs could be heard opening. Guy pulled back from the kiss and hug; he said to Matty, "We have to keep our love a secret, Matty. We would never be accepted." "I know, Guy, our love is our secret," Matty said softly as he blew a kiss to Guy. Matty turned around and picked up the telephone. He punched the numbers to Bob and Alice's home. "Hello, Alice, this is Matty," he said into the telephone, with some difficulty in his words because of his crying. "Hello, Matty. Is everything all right? You sound upset," Alice inquired. "Well, no ma'am, not really. Could you and Bob come right over to the Sugardale Farm? Please, we need your help," Matty managed to get out. "Of course, dear. Do you mean right away?" Alice said with sheer concern in her voice. "Yes, ma'am, please, as soon as we hang up," Matty said, and he looked up to Guy and nodded. "Matty, we'll be there in twenty minutes," Alice said, and then "Bye Bye." "Bye," Matty said as he hung up the phone. "Guy, why don't we sit down for a minute? Let me catch my breath," Matty said and walked to the couch. He was beginning to calm down and collect his thoughts. Being a farm boy from Mississippi had given him maturity beyond his age. He had seen many tragedies in his short life, especially on his own family farm. The two boys sat on the couch and looked into each other's eyes. Matty said, "I think we should wait until we talk to Bob and Alice before we tell the children." Guy nodded and said, "Yeah, I think you're right." Just then little Gregory came down the stairs dragging his ratty old security blanket behind him. He was crying, he held the blankey in his left hand, and his right hand was balled in a fist rubbing his right eye. "Guy, I peed the bed again. Don't tell Momma, please." He walked over to his older brother and climbed into his lap, his pajamas soaked with urine. Guy hugged him close with his left arm and patted his little head with the right hand. "Don't cry, little Greg, I won't tell, I promise." He pulled his baby brother close to his chest and just hugged him. It seemed like forever for Bob and Alice to get there. Guy just sat there holding Gregory close to him and Matty at their side. When the Johnsons arrived, Matty showed them in. Guy and Matty took turns telling the Johnsons what had happened. Alice cried; Bob held her in his arms to comfort her. He told her they needed to be strong for the children. "Guy, you let Bob and me take the others home with us. You and Matty stay here and try to clean the place up. You are going to have a lot of visitors. I'll call Father Beck at the church; we'll meet with him; the Father will know what to do. We'll tell the children we're going to have a picnic," Alice finally said after she had collected her thoughts. "Guy, you let Alice and me take care of telling the children," Bob said, and then to Matty said, "You take care of Guy, he needs you to be there for him." The Johnsons grabbed up the kids and they all got in the pickup truck and left. Guy and Matty stood there in the living room just staring. "Well, I guess we should start and clean this place up," Matty said to Guy. Guy just nodded. Bob raced the pickup towards his house; his mind was running as fast as the tires on the truck. What was going to happen? What could be done to keep the children from becoming wards of the State? He had heard stories about what happened to children in State custody and they weren't pretty ones. He and Alice couldn't afford to take in all of them. Would Alice even consider taking in one of them? "Bobbie, would you please slow down? The children are being tossed around back there something fierce," Alice said through her painted pink lips. Bob looked over to his beautiful wife. Although they had been married for twenty years, she looked at pretty as she did the day he first met her. He didn't notice what the years had done to her. To him, she hadn't changed one bit since he first laid his eyes on her. He didn't see the wisps of gray in her light brown wavy hair, nor the few wrinkles around her brown eyes. "Alice, what can we do?" he said to her. "I don't know, Bobbie, I'll call Father Beck when we get home. I don't know," Alice replied, and trailed off. She turned her head to look out the window as her eyes filled with tears. She had thoughts of Peter, the child she and Bob had long lost. The truck came to a halt in the Johnson driveway. Bob climbed out of the cab and called to the children, "Come on, kids, you can help Alice get the things together for our picnic." "Yes, Sally Ann, could you help me in the kitchen?" Alice called to Sally Ann. Sally Ann could sense something; she couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew something was going on. "Sure," Sally Ann said, looking at the ground. They all went into the Johnson's humble abode. It was a small three-bedroom farmhouse. It had a wraparound porch that was its most prominent feature. It was painted bright white and bore kelly green shutters. It had a huge weeping willow tree in the center of the front lawn. Bob allowed his grass to grow a little long, "So my lovely Alice can run barefoot on God's carpet," he told many a friend. Melvin, Jr. took up on the nice colonial style sofa, along with him the twins. Gregory followed Sally Ann and Alice to the kitchen. Bob sat in his favorite rocker and thought. Matty and Guy back at the Sugardale Farm worked diligently to clean and tidy the poorly kept home. They exchanged glances frequently as they passed each other doing their chores to clear the clutter. It took the better part of an hour, but it finally looked respectable. Guy sat in his Dad's chair, and Matty sat beside him in the same chair. "Guy, can I hold you in my arms?" Matty said to Guy. "Matty, I want to make love with you. I know this isn't probably the best time. I need to feel you near me. I want to feel your love. Do you think I'm bad for wanting to do it now?" Guy said as more tears fell from his turquoise eyes. "No, buddy, I don't think badly of you. Nothing could ever make me think badly of you. I love you and want to show you how much I really care," Matty said softly to Guy as he wiped the tears away from Guy's cheeks. "Let's go up to your room." The two teenagers walked up the stairs hand in hand. They walked into Guy's bedroom and began to undress each other. Slowly they took off their shirts and pants. They stood there looking at each other's smooth, well developed bodies. Matty reached his hands to Guy and wrapped his arms around Guy's back and pulled into a tender hug. "Guy, I love you so much," he said and then he kissed him long and passionately. Guy put his arms around Matty and then ran his hands up and down Matty's back. He loved the feeling of Matty's soft skin against his hands. He felt the warmth of Matty's body against his own. He felt his hardness firmly pressing up on the fabric of his jockeys against Matty's. Guy wanted to take his time with Matty; he wanted to enjoy the feelings of love as long as he could. Matty could feel his hard cock rubbing through his briefs against Guy's. He wanted to see Guy's prick; he wanted to taste it. He slowly worked his lips down Guy's neck, and began a slow trail of kisses down Guy's body. He stopped at the perfect nipples; he sucked each of them. Matty felt the little nipples stiffen up as they became erect to the touch of his lips. Guy was overwhelmed with the sensations he was feeling on his chest. He reached his hands to the waistband of Matty's white underwear. He slid his hands into the sides of Matty's jockeys. He felt Matty's smooth hips, he reached his hands around to Matty's buttocks, and he felt the nice tight young ass. He gently squeezed the mounds of flesh. Then he slid his hands under the briefs around the front to Matty's private area. He could feel the heat coming off the cock, he ran his right hand over the head of the six-inch cock surrounded with black hair. He could feel the precum leaking from the tip of that gorgeous cock head. Matty continued his trail of kisses down Guy's body. As he moved his head down towards Guy's belly, Guy reached out to keep his hand on Matty's dick. Matty wanted to see Guy's five-inch cock, he wanted to smell it and lick it. He wanted to hold Guy's balls in his hands. "Let's get in the bed," he whispered up to Guy. The two moved to the bed and laid down side by side, still in their underwear. They began to kiss again. They ran their hands over each other's bodies. Every nerve was alive and excited in both the young bodies. The two teenage cocks were solid and begging for release. They both ran their hands to the other's cock. Matty moved both his hands to the waistband of Guy's briefs and slid them down his smooth legs. Guy's young prick sprang out; his balls were full of boy juice and a delectable sight to look at. Matty wanted to suck the ball sac into his mouth, he wanted to feel those nuts against his tongue. He wanted to taste his young lover. Guy slid his underwear off his feet, and reached over to Matty's and pulled them off. He watched Matty's cock, as it became free of the cloth; he placed his lips to the six-inch member. He pulled it into his warm wet mouth. He felt the ridge of the head with his tongue. He reached his right hand around the base of the cock, and used his left hand to massage Matty's balls. Matty moved his head down to Guy's cock and began to suck him. Matty moved his mouth up and down the five-inch cock. He wanted to taste the come, he wanted to feel the hot liquid as it rocketed into his wanton lips. Guy reached his hands to Matty's head, and pulled him off. He was close but wanted to make it last. He released his mouth from Matty's cock as well. He wanted Matty to fuck him, he wanted to be joined the way lovers could. "Matty, I want you inside of me. I want you to be mine, love; please put it in me," he said quietly to his lover. Matty stroked Guy's cock with his hand, and positioned himself on his knees alongside Guy. Guy rolled to his stomach, and drew his knees in and raised his smooth white ass up. Guy placed his head on the pillow. Matty moved his face into Guy's buttocks, he licked the hole. Guy pushed onto the tongue; he reached his hands back and pulled his cheeks apart to give better access. Matty moved his right hand to the hole, he flicked his tongue in and around the hole, he slid his index finger into the hot puckered hole. "Matty, now; put it in me now," Guy said into the pillow. Matty reached his right hand to his own dick, and moved in to make the entrance to his young lover's body. He slowly massaged the head of his cock around the hole. He slowly pushed into his lover's body. He could feel his cock sliding into the tunnel, and the warm walls squeezing his cock. He pushed down slowly, until he felt his balls touch the inside of Guy's legs. He reached his right hand around Guy's body and began stroking his prick as he rocked back and forth into Guy's ass. "Harder, Matty, please fuck me harder. Oh it feels so good, don't stop. Deeper, oh yesssssss," Guy wailed. Matty reached his left hand up Guy's body to his chest and pinched his nipples; his right hand continued jerking Guy's member. Matty could feel the beginnings of his orgasm. He wanted to shoot his load into Guy's body, he wanted to plant his seed into his lover. He began fucking fast, deep, and hard. "I love you, Guy, I love you," Matty screamed. His cock began to twitch, he could feel the hot come as it surged up his six-inch hot hard penis. It was the most powerful orgasm he ever had; shot after shot streamed into the bowels of his best friend. Guy could feel his cock as it exploded hot thick juicy come all over his bed. It was mind boggling, and his body was racked with excitement. Matty jerked his cock until every last drop had been released. "OH yes, Matty, don't stop. I love you." The two young lovers collapsed into the bed. Meanwhile the Johnsons had packed the picnic. Bob and Alice had talked; they told the children that Miss Lil had been called to heaven. They told the Sugardale children that God needed her there to help Melvin, Sr. Little Gregory asked if she was gonna come and if she'd be mad when she did. Alice told him no. Bob and Alice decided what they would do. Bob called Father Beck and made arrangements for the Priest to come over. Bob made the appointment for later in the day; he wanted the children to enjoy as much time as they would have together last. ------------ Wow, what will happen to these poor children? I am sorry to make you wait, but all good things take time. 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