Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2002 08:55:37 -0400
From: Gerald Johnson <with_souls_intertwined@hotmail.com>
Subject: In A Person's World 4

Warnings:

This is a story of fictional, graphic, male on male, sex. If it is
illegal to view sexual pornography in wherever you are, please do not
continue. This story is all about sex with minors of ages' 12-17 and
adults. It also starts after the initial seduction. Any similarities to
any person, real or fictitious, is just pure coincidence.


Chapter 4


Matt's POV


Life. Fate. Both very fickle. Both very temperamental. Well, right now,
they screwed me over. I've been trying to give Mark the space he needs
but it's been over a month now. When will he get over it and come back
to me? I've been trying less and less to be my old self and finally be
the person that Mark wants. Really. I've been trying. But some of the
people I deal with, makes me want to strangle them.

I have no choice but to do what I'm about to do. I have to tell him what
I feel. Right now, I'm in front of his house, pacing the steps of his
stoop, trying to figure out if I should ring the door bell. It's the
middle of the afternoon Evan's been busting my butt from going here but
I really have to tell him.

Finally I decided that I had tod o it tonight or else I'm never gonna do
it. If he takes it right then maybe he'll come back to me but if he
doesn't then maybe . . . I don't know, I just hope he takes it right.

Ringing the doorbell, I waited and waited for someone to answer. Finally
after a few minutes, Kat, his little sis, answered the door. "Hey, Kat.
Is your brother home?"

"Sorry but he's not. I think he's with one of his friends. Umm, the
tall blond one. I can't remember his name. They just came by earlier and
he went to grab some clothes. I think they went to my Grandfather's
cove."

Depressed that he left, I asked her, "Are you doing anything right now?"

"Just talking to you," she replied.

"So, you can go someplace with me now, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. Why?" she asked.

"Do you think you can get me through the guard at your grandfather's
cove?"

Smiling, she asked, "Why?"

"Because I need to talk to your brother."

"And what do I get if I let you in?"

Sighing, I said, "What do you want?"

"I need a new deck."

"Fine, you got it," I said. That's what I liked about Kat. She's a
skater chick and she actually knows what she's doing on a board, unlike
her blader brother, but there's one thing she can't do that he can, the
guy can cuddle better than any of the other girls I've dated.

We got into my car and drove off to the place. The guard was about to
tell us to leave until he saw that Kat was in the car with me so he
nodded and let us in. The electrical door opened and we were let through.
You might be wondering where did Mark's family get all this money from.
Well, their grandfather is a really well known judge back at their home
country. In fact, when he came to United States ground, they build up two
houses in a few months, the one where the live and the summer house that
they built here. Mark's father is doctor and his mom is an R.N. at the
clinic that they own just at the outskirt of town. Yup, these two have it
really good.

By the way, along the way, we picked up one of her friends, Karen,
because I can't just leave her by herself. I planned on leaving them at
one side of the beach while I go look for Mark. Kat said that the cove
was about two miles away from the entrance. Making sure that they'd be
fine, I left them be. Luckily I made sure of it that when I parked, I had
to walk about half a mile to get to the cove where they stay at. Kat and
Karen wouldn't take the time to walk that far just to spy.

Oh, god what have I gotten myself into? Mark will kill me when he finds
out I used his sister to get inside this place. This place. I just
noticed how beautiful it looks. The place just looks so pristine and so
untouched. No wonder why they keep people from wreaking the place.

It took me about fifteen minutes to get there. The guy that Kat was
talking about was on a chair staring out into the ocean. With him he had
another chair, two towels on the sand, and a table near him. On the table
there was two beers. I guess that one was his and the other one was
Mark's. That's something different. Mark never drinks.

I brought him over one time and offered him a drink, he told me he
didn't want one. It wasn't for him, he said. So, I wonder why he's
drinking right now.

Where I was, I was hidden from his view and I knew the only way that Mark
will find me was if he was behind me. Watching the guy that I was staring
at, I found that he was what Mark would find handsome. Fine. I find him
handsome.

That wavy blond hair, the olive colored skin, the muscles he sported. Of
course he is nowhere near the body builder build; more of a definition
man than a bulk man. I wonder how he looks when he's worked out. He only
wore swimming trunks and flip-flops. His back was against me so he could
likely not find out that I'm checking him out.

Oh, shit! I'm checking him out! For the first time I've actually
checked out another guy. I fell back in the realization of the moment. I
landed on my knees with my behind on my heels. Maybe I am gay. Gay. Gay.
Is that what I am? Am I full-on gay? No! Of course not. If I was Evan
would have told me . . . right? I mean, if he suspected anything he would
have told me. Nah, I was just jealous of his muscles. I need to get the
shit out of here . . .





Mark's POV





Chad was so happy that I let him into the beach, I guess I would be too,
if I did to him what I did to my closest friends. I didn't even realize
that I never brought one of my guy friends into the place and the only
reason that I even thought about bring Matt inside was because he said he
wanted to check it out. Hmm, I should try and remember to bring the guys
over for a party.

A strange thing happened at the beach. I found that Kat and Karen was
inside. The part that was mostly the strange part, they wouldn't say who
brought them in. When I asked the guard, he said that he didn't notice
because he mainly was looking for family members so when he saw Kat, he
let them in. I don't know who drove them there but right then it didn't
matter since I could go swimming.

When we got down there, Chad told me that he wouldn't touch the water
but would rather get a tan. I left him to himself and the cooler we
brought. I spent the day there periodically taking a sip of the beers we
brought and going swimming. So maybe I lied to Chloe when I told her that
I wouldn't drink, again, but I didn't even drink that much. I finished
about a bottle and a half while Chad drink two enabling him to get a buzz
and make me drive on the way home.

On the drive home, Kat still wouldn't tell me who dropped them off and
Karen never said anything either. I dropped off Karen, then dropped off
Kat. Inside the house, I lead Chad to the rest room (the drinks were
shooting right through him), and then left to talk to Kat.

She was in her room, flipping mindlessly through a magazine.

"Kat," I said, "one last time. Who was the one that dropped you off?"

"Fine. It was Mrs. Amirs," she said, not looking up from her magazine.
Mrs. Amirs is Karen's mom. For some reason, I didn't trust her. And
that reason was because Mrs. Amirs works with our mother and she had the
same schedule as my mother. They were best friends, as Kat and Karen are,
since they were in college. Kat almost never lies to me and when she
does, I know it's for my own good, so I dropped it.

I was able to catch Chad in my room, looking through my stuff. Okay, now,
usually I'm really uptight when it comes to my privacy but right now, it
didn't bother me that he was looking through my stuff. Actually, I'm
glad that he feels so close to me that he'd go through my stuff. He's
never done that with our other friends.

He was smiling but I couldn't see what he was looking at since his back
was turned away from the door, sitting on the side edge of my bed.
Flexing his back, so's to stretch it, he took something from his lap and
put it next to him, at the head of the bed. Oh, no. I should just burn
that thing. Chad settled down, on his chest, and flipped through the
green photo album.

I went inside and close the door, "You know, you're not aloud to go
through my stuff."

"Mark," he seemed startled, "yeah, sorry. I was bored when I found this.
In your bed . . . in-between the mattresses. I never knew that you were
so big when you were younger."

Groaning in disgust and rolling my eyes I said, "Please. Don't remind
me. Sixth grade class, everyone started pointing and whispering when I
changed in the locker room. Then the rumors started. They flew around
saying that I had a horse dick. It followed me into high school. Do you
know how embarrassing it is when you're a ninth grader and a sophomore
looks down your urinal and checks you out?"

"I'd be happy. I'd be flattered."

"Well, you've never felt anything like that before. I'm just glad that
I stopped growing last year."

With a look of disbelief, he said, "How old are you, again?"

Sitting down on the bed, next to his body, I said, "17. Why?"

Chad turned over to his back and stared up at the ceiling. I couldn't
help it. I laid down and put my head on his chest. He didn't seem to
mind^Öin fact^Öhe started to stroke my hair. "And when was the last time
you measured?"

"About a year ago." The heat from his body felt good. It was then I
finally noticed that I was cold. The swim did do me good but now I'm too
cold. Taking a deep breath, his scent wafted through my nose. It wasn't
a musky smell, it just smelled like guy at the end of the day. I felt
content on just laying there with him.

"Do you want to measure it?"





Matt's POV





On the way to my car, I stopped over where Kat was and made them both
promise not to tell her brother that I was here and she'll get the deck.

[That night]

A storm thundered outside the walls of my room and shook the pictures and
rattled the house. Myself, I was beneath the quilt that serviced as a
friend throughout my childhood. As I child, barely even eight, the same
thing happened. Rain poured, lightning struck, and thunder rolled with me
clutching tight on to them. Mirrors in my room turned into gateways where
a certain Mary can come out and scratch up my face. But there was always
someone I could run to. Then, it was my mother but my parents broke up
and now I live with my father. Now, I have no one. No one to comfort me
as I sweated and tossed in my bed, trying to find the safest position
from the storm.

It was too hot for the quilt but I didn't care, I was scared. For the
first time, I'm scared. My breathing turned labored from the lack of air
I was giving to myself. I was quivering and every thought I had came to
Mark. At first I thought it was just in my head but I knew it, the earth
was shaking. Quickly throwing of the quilt, I jumped up and ran to the
nearest door, my closet's. I watched as the whole place shook and my
stereo almost fall off the stand. The pictures on my wall fell and
exploded in a fury. All the jagged daggers ended up on the hardwood
floor. The earthquake passed and the place was silent.

I heard my father rush out of his room and enter my two sister's room to
check on them. I left the closet, unaffected, and walked slowly my
drawer. One picture, which was of Mark and me, was in side of my drawer.
It was taken back in the eighth grade, when we skipped school and went to
a water park. I cut it out of the original picture and had it blown up.
The original picture was of all my friends (Evan, Steven, Mike) and me.
In the background, by accident, Mark stepped into the picture. We didn't
even know each other then, we attended different schools then. Anyway,
there he was. It happened that day, when we didn't know each other but,
that was our first meeting. Mark had his back turned to us, and when the
picture was snapped, he turned slightly and in the picture, he had half
of his head in it. That was the best picture of him, he had his guard
down. He always had that about him, his ability to keep anything away
from people he didn't know. He looked happy in the picture.

I opened the drawer and there it was, the only picture in my room to not
break. I picked touched it with my index finger and suddenly, the glass
cracked in a diagonal pattern, severing the picture in half, Mark in one,
me in the other. The look on Mark's face was different from what he was
just two hours ago. It was darker, sadder. In the back of my head, I
heard, `Stay away, Matt.' I was in shock. My whole body was stiff and I
was helpless as I stood there, one hand in the drawer and me in nothing
but my skin. It seems like a good idea to sleep nude, but right then I
think I shouldn't have.

My door bust open and my father stood there in the door way, almost
fearfully, he asked, "Are you okay?"

Am I? My breathing started to become more labored. I nodded and Dad
closed the door, turned on a lamp, and came inside.

He shut the door behind him and came up to me. "Are you sure your okay?
You're shaking." He took the quilt from my bed and wrapped it around me.
"You're shaking. I know that, that wasn't your first earthquake,
what's wrong?" he asked. Guiding me to my bedside, he sat us both down.
I'm glad he did, I don't think I could control my legs. I leaned in and
dropped my head on my father's shoulder.

"Um . . . uhh, nothings wrong," I replied. My eyes were wide and I had
hard trouble closing them. My face went cold, like all the blood rushed
out of it.

Dad started to rub my head. I guess there is one person to comfort me in
this house. Comfort? I don't need any comfort. The storm was gone.
Thunder disappeared, lightning faded, and the pouring rain turned into a
slight drizzle.

My forehead was dripping wet with sweat and covered my bangs and
separated the hairs into bunches. That's the spot he was caressing. Dad
felt me forehead and suddenly said, "Matt, your burning up. Lay down and
let me get you a cold compress."

Dad took the quilt away from me. I was still naked but I didn't even
mind. But dad did. He turned away from me for a second, and I knew he was
uncomfortable so I took the quilt, laid down , and covered myself. He
left the room and got the compress. Faint mumbles passed through the
walls, and I knew they were words to assure my sisters that everything
was okay.

Dad came back and with him, the compress, a broom, and a dustpan. Putting
the cold compress on my forehead, he headed down to the bottom of the
bed, where the glass shavings were. Pulling out the wooden frames and the
pictures, he swept up the debris, sweeping it into the dustpan and threw
it in a nearby trash can. Dropping the pictures on my dresser, he pushed
the stereo back into its place and went back to my bedside.

If the compress had any affect on my body, I didn't feel it. I was still
in shock and couldn't feel much, except for the water running down my
cheek.

When Dad sat down, he tried to wipe off the water from my face with his
calloused hands. I pulled away and let the water drip. He smiled, "Some
times I forget that your not a child anymore. You were always much more
independent than your sisters. Matt, I know that you and I aren't really
close and I wanna apologize for that. It was my fault. Work seems like a
priority when it comes to your future, and your sisters, too. Even though
I'm not here, I do know something is wrong. You haven't been the same
the past few days. I know. I ask your sisters, they tell me. Now, I know
that I'm the last person you can count on, but tell me what's wrong."

How do I tell him? How can I say, `Dad, I'm gay.' Producing a very
small grin, I said, "Nothing's wrong Dad. I just have my exams coming
closer." Now, that wasn't a lie. It's already November and they start
in three weeks. In school at the end of the semester, our classes (four
of them), give us our exams. Then the next semester we have our new
classes and we never go back to usual classes unless you have to repeat
them.

Dad paused for a minute or two and then said, "Alright, tell me if
there's anything wrong. Anything. Now rest up. You need to be better by
Monday. Tomorrow I'll take your sisters to Church while you stay home.
By the heat coming from your head, I'm sure that you won't be up at
all."

I did feel a little sick. My throat was dry. I was sweating but I was
still cold. My head ached and my whole body felt like it was hit my a
bulldozer. I didn't feel like this before that stupid storm. Rest. I
need rest. My eyes drooped and I felt something on my side. Turning to
that side, I held on to what was placed on my bed. I knew right away what
it was, and smiled. Hmm, it's been a long time since I've slept with
something to hold on to. I missed Wally, my stuffed killer whale.

The last thing I remember, before I went to sleep, was hearing a door
shut and footsteps retreating from my room.





Mark's POV





Chad and I were awaken by the earthquake with the help of the pictures on
the wall falling and crashing on the floor. Rushing over to the closet
door, I rushed us in. In the dark, I tried to make out his facial
expression. He stayed over but we didn't do anything. I'm pretty sure
Kat knows what to do. Mom and Dad are still at the Clinic and I don't
have to worry about them.

Crash and bang sounds phased through the door as I heard the pictures
fall off the wall, a couple lamps, and what I think was my black light, I
could really make it out since it was at the opposite side of the window.
The window was exactly positioned so that the street light shone in.
Taking hold of my right shoulder, Chad steadied himself. I did the same
with his left.

The quake stopped and I quickly let go of Chad and pulled on some pants.
Without saying a word to Chad, I ran over to Kat's room. She was under
the doorway of the entrance to her room. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked,
checking for any cuts or bruises.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said as she stepped out from underneath. I checked
out her room. There wasn't much damage.

Nodding, I said, "Grab a broom and sweep up the glass. Wear your shoes. I
can't have you getting cut."

Doing as I said, she left.

Turning around, I saw Chad in nothing but his jeans. A smile was
plastered on his face. "Are you okay?"

With a grin, he nodded.

Making my way toward him, I touched his shoulder, chest, abs, arms,
forearms, anything I could get my hands on. "With both parents in
medicine, I should know what's wrong with you if there is. You don't
seem to be hurt. Anything in pain here?" I asked as I put my hand on his
arms.

He shook his head.

"What about here?" I asked putting my hand on his stomach.

Again, he didn't say anything but just shook his head.

"What about," I said as I put my hand on his crotch, "here? We can't
have this damaged."

Chad grabbed my hands, flipped me around and started pushing me, as I did
when I wanted him to move. He pushed me downstairs. Kat was just coming
up the stairs and went to her room. I heard the door shut and I'm pretty
sure she won't come out anymore.

The place was in shambles. Pictures had fallen from the fireplace mantle.
Shards and shards of glass was on the floor. "Ugh, I don't want to clean
right now. I'll take care of it tomorrow."

He took hold of me and hugged me from behind. Resting my head on his
chest, I sighed. "Don't worry I'll help you. I'm sure that my house
will be fine without me."

I turned around and kissed his chest.

Growling, like a dog about to strike, he said, "We can't, Kat's still
probably awake."

Pouting, I begged, "Come on. Let's go to the attic. She won't know. We
brought furniture up there when we changed the look. There's a couch up
there and I think there's also . . . a mattress."

"You're so bad," he said smiling.

Knowing that he's cool with what we're gonna do, I grabbed his hands
and dragged him to the second floor and up the staircase into the attic.
It wasn't as dusty as most, since we mainly kept it neat as we used it
frequently. It was hotter than the rest of the house but it was still
cool enough that you could stay there comfortably.

I was right about there being a couch in there but there was no mattress.
Too bad, I like a bed better but with Kat in the house, we'll just have
to make do here. Chad walked over to the couch and plopped down. As I
said, no dust came out of anything. The place was rather clean. Kneeling
in front of him, I tugged at his jeans, "I really want your dick right
now."

Chad didn't object and just laid back and sighed contentedly. The hard
cock in his jeans showed that he was just as ready for this as I was. We
both need to get off but I like to do the other person first because I
like to enjoy the feeling that they give me when it's my turn and
concentrate on what I'm doing to them.

Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans was an easy enough task. Chad raised
his butt so I can pull down his pants. At one spot of his white boxers,
was a spot which called and inched for attention. Slipping off his
boxers, his man-man came up for air.

The angry red of his dickhead and the long length of his shaft made a
tightness come to the pit of my stomach. His dick bounced up and down, to
his and my amusement. Precum dripped in globs. His balls strained and I
knew that since we didn't get off in over twelve hours, we were hot and
horny.

Growling the same way that Chad did earlier, I dove down and took his
cock into my mouth. When I mean dove, I mean dove. When I had contact
with his dick, I got about three quarters down before I pulled up. The
head of his cock touched the back of my throat and I knew that I will be
deepthroating that dick tonight. It was hard to do it at first but soon I
had his whole dick to the hilt. God, he smelt good! There was a tinge of
musk and the smell of manly skin.

"Uh! Shit . . . oh, god." He was panting. God, he sounded sexy!

Chad grasped the couch looking for something to hold on to, trying to
keep from cumming right then. I guess the pressure was too much on him,
he quickly took hold of my shoulders and squeezed. I eased up and got off
of his dick. Before he could say anything, I took one of his balls into
my mouth, rolling the ball with my tongue.

Good thing I pulled off when I did. Chad's ballsack was tight and his
balls were drawn up, tight as a drum. I pulled away from him and said, "I
wanna make this last for you."

I took the seat next to him and pulled down my own boxers and jeans in
one tug. My cock sprang up and all of my EIGHT INCHES. Yup, eight inches!
I had kept growing thanks to a growth spurt (or spooge). Wrapping my
fingers around my dick, I felt the hotness and hardness that I love. It
always gets me hotter when I have a hard dick in my hand, especially my
own. I've long forgotten how it's like to jack off and now it's like
I'm discovering it over again, and I'm loving every minute of it.

Chad watched me intently with his intense eyes. I took a chance. Grabbing
his hand, I slowly directed it to my dick. His warm hand in mine felt
good. It was comforting through these stressful days. He didn't mind
touching me anymore. In fact, he got into it and jacked me off with as
much energy as I would be sucking him. He jacked me for about fifteen
minutes before I was getting too close. My hair-trigger was telling me
that I'm in the danger zone.

"Stop for a second. Let me finish you off, okay?"

With a sleepy look in his eyes, he nodded. I guess he was getting tired.
I had to make sure that I leave him with enough strength he'll need to
get downstairs and into my room. That means that I'll have to do with
quick so he's not fully satisfied. That'll leave him horny for
tomorrow. Chad took a seat and I kneeled in front of him, with my legs
spread so I could suck him off and jack my dick too.

Taking his dick in my mouth, for the second time for the night, I started
to bob up and down on his cock. Whilst doing this, I starting jacking my
dick with much vigor. Chad tried to reach out and do it for me but I
brushed his hand away and shook my head, making sure not to scrape his
dick with my mouth.

Flicking and swishing at the head of his dick, I was hit by an unexpected
gush of Chad-cum. I took his dick out of my mouth and jacked him off. Cum
was everywhere. His shots made it on his chest, my mouth and lips, and
all over the couch. Triggering my own cum, I shot at the couch. It
wasn't the best cum I've had but it certainly provided enough relief
for now.

Chad was really sleepy and I hoped he had enough strength to get upstairs
but it'll be very likely I'll have to carry him up myself. I didn't
have to worry about the mess we made, I'll clean it tomorrow. Helping
him down the attic stairs, I lead him into my room. On the way down,
something caught my eye. It was a box of memorabilia that I had kept from
my relationship with Matt. I had it hidden under some blankets and
quilts. The quake must've moved it out into the open.

Dropping off an asleep Chad on my bed and locking the door (I always kept
a key with me), I went back to the attic. Sitting cross legged near the
stairs, with the box next to me, I shifted through the stuff. There were
some old letters that he had sent me. I smiled as I read a letter he once
sent me the first Valentines day we were together. I told him that I
always gave people I had any kind of relationship with a personal letter.
I lied about that. I was only wondering if he would give me something. He
did.

The letter mainly consist things that he liked about me. There was
nothing I wasn't already told by other people. Bitting my lips, as I
normally do, I dropped the letter back in and saw the first thing I put
inside of the `Matt Box'. A picture of Matt and me, with my head on his
lap staring at the blue sky and Matt sitting down looking toward his
side. You got to give it to Evan, he's a natural with a camera. He
caught us when we were most vulnerable. This was Matt's two month
anniversary to me. Why is that? I mean, he can get me an anniversary gift
but he can't say three words to me. Never mind. I'm over Matt. He's an
old chapter.

Even though he is an old chapter I couldn't help but pick it up.
Nostalgia washed over me. My heart ached again. Standing up, I stared at
the picture. A frown came to my face and I let go of Matt, literary. I
let go of the picture and down it went, the glass shattering but not
coming out of it's container. `Stay away, Matt,' I thought.

I walked to my room, closed the door, and went to bed.


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