Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2015 16:33:51 -0300
From: Victor Lucas <boy-driver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mt Pleasant High - Part 9

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES

Previously:
   Josh was caught by his younger brother jerking off. Later but unrelated,
he allowed his brother to go on a trip with the neighbor's kid.
   The journalist wants to meet Josh in person to discuss future events
involving the money and the Monteiros case.
   Matt, Chad and Josh meet for a threesome. Matt had an ulterior motive-
he wanted to prove to Chad he was worthy to be accepted in to Chad's "gang"
-
   Josh finds out about the deal between Matt and Chad in the worst way
possible. He's devastated and out of the blue comes the mechanic he met few
days back, Ayrton (check part 4), is willing to help.

   "Is that you Josh?"
   When Josh mustered the courage to lift his eyes he recognized that
figure coming closer to him. He didn't have time to get rid of the tears
rolling down his cheeks.
   "Josh. What happened?"
   At least Ayrton didn't ask that stupidity that is common when you see
someone crying: "is there anything wrong?" A person usually cries when
there's something wrong. Josh did not answer to him.
   "Can I do anything to help you, Josh? Uh, do you remember me? Ayrton,
from the mechanic shop..."
   "I know who you are..." Josh was trying hard to remember , but he had no
success.

------

PART 9 - THE AFTERMATH

   Ayrton would not leave Josh alone with his crying. He was not that kind
of person, whether they wanted his help or not, he would just go for it.
   "I Told you, Ayrton, I'm ok."
   "I don't know why I insist on not believing that, Josh. Please, let me
do something."
   "What are you doing here anyway, Ayrton?"
   "I live here... Right ahead, you pass along the woods and there is my
house, right after the woods."
   "I think I know the place."
   "So... Why don't you come over to my house a little... You can settle
down and relax a bit, maybe we can talk if you want to."

   Josh though about holding a defensive position and he had no reason not
to accept Ayrton's invitation. He knew he couldn't go any place in that
moment, his hands were shaky and his heart felt like it could explode at
any second. Also, his eyes couldn't hold the tears back in, he was a
mess. Definitely.

   "Ok, then... Uh, can you drive?"
   "Sure..."

   The house Ayrton lived in clearly needed some repairs, some paint job,
the front lawn was certainly disappointing, especially to Josh, who was a
garden-specialist of sorts. The neighborhood itself wasn't a magazine-cover
kind of view, but the house where they were about to go in could have been
the location from a low budget terror movie.
   The front porch floor cracked when Josh walked by.
   "I don't live in Buckingham Palace, I suppose you can see that."
   Josh's manners prevented him to making any comment on the house. The
inside surprisingly looked much better although the walls could use a coat
of painting as well. The furniture also seemed a bit too old.
   "Have a seat, I'm gonna get you something to drink."
   Everything else seemed clean, the house had this quality if nothing else
looked great in it.

   "Ayrton, don't you have to work? I mean, it's what, nine o'clock? I
don't wanna..."
   "No, don't worry. I'm not going to work anyway... I had a problem with
the lady who was supposed to come look after my dad, I already called
Reggie."
   "What's wrong with your dad?"
   "Didn't I tell you?"

   Four years before, when Ayrton was 15, the family had a very average
happy life. Dad worked at the mechanic shop, mom was a manicurist, making
about 21 thousand a year while dad made over 35 thousand for he was a
experienced and well trained professional. The household income provided a
good life and great perspectives for the future of the family and the
couple's only kid.
   Things change and for this family it changed when the father had a
massive stroke. It happened at night, the mother never noticed anything.
   In the morning he couldn't stand up as usual, speaking was very
hard. Mr. Nigel Galloway couldn't understand why he was like that. At some
point the wife noticed something was wrong and drove him to the hospital.
   Mr. Galloway would have to be admitted for further investigation on
extension of the damages and, more importantly, if they were
reversible. The young Ayrton had gone to school when his father was driven
to the hospital, and he never could have a conversation with his father
ever again.
   The medical bills were almost half covered by the insurance policy and
soon after the father was brought back home, he was still adjusting to his
new condition yet he was still unaware of the complexity of his limitations
but he couldn't wait to get back to work, something that would never
happen. His body betrayed him once again during the night.
   This second time was a definitive one. He was condemned to living on a
bed, depending on someone to take care of him 24/7. Feeding, bathing,
cleaning. He thought he was now a burden to his wife and his son. Ayrton,
though taken aback, never for one second hesitated. While his mother was at
work, he kept his father company, he would bring him water, change
diapers. A real trooper the kid.
   The school principal was aware of Mr. Galloway's first stroke but Ayrton
never missed more than two days of school in a row. Now it was the second
consecutive week the kid did not show in Mount Pleasant High and
Mrs. Hembree was now indeed worried. She just wouldn't allow one of her
students to skip school without her knowing the reason.

   "So the principal came here to your house? She must have come like a mad
dog..."
   "Actually no, because she was aware that my father had a stroke. So when
she noticed that was the sixth consecutive day I missed the classes, she
sorta knew something was wrong..."

   Mrs. Hembree came to his house and by the time the kid opened the door,
she knew something was awfully wrong. They talked for a long time in the
very same sofa Josh now was now sitting on . She was not only the principal
but now she was a human being. They talked about life in general, future
perspectives... Ayrton told her he was planned on quitting school and maybe
get a job.
   "But you can't."
   "I can, Mrs. Hembree, plus, my mom won't be able to afford the whole
thing all by herself."
   "You can go to night school."
   "I heard they only accept teen kids that need to complete SOME credits
to get their diploma."
   "I can pull some strings to get you in. Life is hard as is, Ayrton. If
you end up not graduating from high school it gets much worse..."

   The principal convinced him but what Ayrton didn't know was that the
worst had yet to come.

   "Then one day, I got up and came downstairs and my mom had a few
suitcases by the door. When I asked her what was that for she said she
couldn't handle it anymore. She was sorry, deeply sorry but she couldn't
handle it."
   "She just left you and your father?"
   "Yes. She walked out on us, went to North Carolina to live and work with
her sister..."
   " I can't believe it."
   "Oh you better believe it. She just did that."
   "Wow, man! I'm sorry, I know she's your mother, but I'm hating her a
little right now."
   "Oh, Josh, you're not alone... I hate her a lot ever since she walked
out of that door."
   "Then how did you get on your feet after that?"

   At first, Ayrton didn't know what to do after his mother left. The meds,
the medical bills, the mortgage, it all had cleaned up their savings
already. Now the house had no income left. The immediate future seemed a
dark place Ayrton dreaded looking into. The kid then went to the only
person he had left, Reggie.
   Reggie was not only his father employer, the man and his father were
friends. Ayrton went to Reggie not to ask anything but because there was no
one else he could talk to, Reggie could suggest him what to do next.

   "Then what did he do?"
   "The first thing, he took all the bills that were here and took care of
them..."

   After that, he asked Ayrton if he'd talked to the people in the church
his father was a member. They could be of some assistance and he also
offered Ayrton his father's job. He would pay the kid the same he paid his
father and would teach him the job.
   "Wow, he was really an angel in your life."
   "He was, and he still is."
   "Then you started working with him, but what about your father? I
understand he can't be alone on his own."
   "That's where the people from the church came in. They are like this big
family, you know. I'm not much of a church guy, but my father was, and the
old ladies, retired guys, the pastor himself, all those lovely people take
turns to be with my father during the day while I'm working. If I didn't
have them to help me, I'd have to hire a full time nurse. I could do that,
but then I would have nothing to eat."
   "Wow..." Josh knew he didn't know a lot about life but he didn't know it
would be this much.

   Josh knew some people didn't have an easy life but he never met one of
those people. Ayrton's life was inspirational and Josh's problems, when
compared to Ayrton's, were really meaningless stuff. Hearing the young
mechanic's story was helping Josh in a way he wasn't aware: he totally
forgot about suffering for Matt and Chad.

------

   Speaking of them, Chad drove away from Matt's house , but he didn't take
the usual road to the beach, he went ahead and turned in a smaller road in
the woods, right before Ayrton's neighborhood. Matt was still thinking of
Josh. If he didn't wanna come with us to the beach, ok. It will be less fun
without him, but ok. But why did he seem so upset? Maybe because some job
came up, like he said himself... Later I'll talk to him. Matt quit thinking
when he noticed they were not in the usual road.
   "Why are we going this way? Back there is much faster..."

   Chad just smiled at Matt's question. He really had it all planned.
   "You know, Matt, since yesterday when I fucked you and your faggot
friend, I didn't cum... I wanted to, last night and this morning too, but I
wanted it to be better than just me jerking off. I kinda saved my milk for
you."

   He took Matt's hand and placed it on his grown bulge. Matt didn't play
coy and quickly took the cock out. That back road in the woods was a nice
place for a blow job, definitely.
   The Black Mustang entered in a side road, parking a little ahead where
someone passing in the road wouldn't see them and Chad pulled his surfer
shorts down to his knee and Matt followed. While the jock reclined the seat
back a little, his 'bitch' caressed that dick.
   OMG! I'm fucking lucky, aren't I? Chad it's just a dream... Really... A
dream, a dream come true! Matt was unaware he was being used.
   Matt sort of 'made out' with that cock, playing like he was kissing the
head, with tongue and all. Then on he just licked the tip, while the precum
started dripping. That was his cue to engulf it all the way down and it was
time to show Chad he could give him the head whenever he wanted with
undeniable pleasure. Matt's role in that game was to be available to his
'owner', who now had three fingers up the sucker ass. He kept telling Matt
all along that his ass was totally stretched to him...

   "You're my bitch... Oh, yeah, suck that big, juicy cock..."

   That was some scene to see. Matt had his head forced down on to the
jocks cock. He started to gag and choke, his eyes watered, but fortunately,
soon enough Chad started shooting his load. Then it was heaven... Just suck
it all up, swallow the whole damned thing. So fucking delicious...

   "Ho-ho, bitch... You suck deliciously..."
   "You like it?" Matt asked cleaning his lips with the back of his hand."
   "So fucking-freaking-good!"

   If anyone needed proof that Chad couldn't care less about the boy he was
with, he didn't even look at Matt's cock, begging to be given attention,
you know, even if it was just few strokes... That poor boy's piece of
meat. Matt didn't jerk it off, he just stuff it back inside of his swim
suit.

------

   Ayrton went back into the kitchen and motioned Josh to follow him. Josh
sat down by the table and while Ayrton prepared coffee, they talked a
little more about his life. Josh was deeply interested on how he could keep
his head above the water.

   "Well, I usually don't talk about those things Josh, but I really saved
myself from drowning in the last minutes of most months."
   "What do you mean?"
   "There are so many things I have to pay, essentials and utilities aside,
you know. The health care now doesn't include the Physical Therapy, now
it's an independent professional I have to pay, and he comes twice a week
to do a job he tells me is palliative, I've to pay the meds, my dad needs
those blood thinners, a ton of them, and other pricey stuff which I pay top
dollar for. Not to mention the mortgage, that I renegotiated on behalf of
my dad."

   "Can you do that? Can you renegotiate?"
   "I had to get a lawyer, produce a ream of paper, medical statements,
documents etc... Seriously nasty stuff. I just wanted to drive him down to
the bank so they could see he has no condition to deal with the mortgage,
but the lawyer advised me not to."
   "Didn't you try that service at the Memorial Hospital? They provide
treatment for those who can't pay. I don't know much about it, just
overheard my dad talking about it..."
   "I did, sure thing, but they turned us down because my dad's condition
is, as they say, 'permanent'."
   "So?"
   "So it means they won't treat my dad for free, or out of compassion. The
general idea I understood is: I just have to wait till my dad
dies. Naturally."
   "Whoa, that's just mean!"
   "I agree. But that's what they told me, in other words."

   They kept silent for a while. Josh was thinking. He wanted to help, but
how?
   Man, I have to do something, I mean, I think I have to, I wanna do
something. Maybe my dad can help him out, or can he?

   The first time Josh looked at Ayrton in the garage, he looked too young
to be a mechanic. Then he looked like a
too-young-hot-mechanic-who-fixed-my-car. Today Josh developed such a great
admiration for that brave young man. He didn't look too young to be a
mechanic. He didn't look too young to be anything. Wow! He's
amazing... He's... wow!

   "Coffee's ready."

   Josh seemed better now to Ayrton's eyes. Though it was painful to him
every time he went through his wrecked life story, that took Josh's mind
off whatever was disturbing him that much. Such a handsome young man didn't
deserve to be left crying in the middle of the street.
   "Are you ok now, Josh?"
   "Well... I'm better. Thank you for insisting that I came here..."
   "You don't have to thank me. Actually I got to spend some time with a
very nice person..."

   All right, is he hitting on me? Or am I, like, just crazy, crazy?
   "Anyway, you've been very helpful... Uh, can I ask you something?"
   "Sure..."
   "You know, it's probably gonna sound so weird, but I have to ask
anyway..."
   "Right, go ahead..."
   "Oka-ay, here it comes: Do I look like a fag?"
   "Oh... Whoa? Where did that come from?"
   "Dunno... Just asking. Let me rephrase it. Have you ever felt like
you've been used by someone?"
   "Shoot, that makes it even worse."
   "Ouch, all right. Just forget about it... Uh..."

   Ayrton noticed Josh's eyes were getting teary again.

   "No, wait. Lemme do something that's irrational, but always helped
whenever I was in bad moments. Come here."
   They got up and Ayrton got closer, suddenly embracing Josh, hugging him
so tight.
   So what? Do I need a hug now? Josh's mind was helpless. It IS
irrational, but it's also good. I'm feeling good. Oh shit. My cock couldn't
pick a worst moment to act up! Go down! Go down!
   Really. Josh, in the warmth of Ayrton's body, and maybe affected by the
hot looks of that guy, couldn't help but feel his cock waking up and
getting hard against the other body.
   Josh felt lost. Simply lost. He couldn't get around a guy without acting
stupid! And horny!!!

   "You know, Josh. Answering your question, you DO NOT look like a fag. To
me, you look incredibly handsome. You have a beautiful smile, nice
hair... Gee, man, you even smell so nice!"
   Ok, hitting on me level two was now on! Too many compliments in one
sentence for a straight boy. Wasn't it?

   That was too much indeed. Josh noticed something growing hard against
his body as well. Oh shit, the world's gone gay. But he is hot. Oh, fuck,
stop it, Josh. He desperately tried not to acknowledge he had the hots for
Ayrton. Josh felt his face get hot. That hug was lasting much longer than
any straight boy hug. Oh wait. Do straight boys hug? I don't recall myself
hugging any of my friends, ever. Not before this summer, that's for
sure. Josh had to turn off his mind, or it would just kill him at some
point. Fact is: he was hard, and Ayrton was hard. Gone. Gay.
   When they broke off the hug, he noticed Ayrton's bulge a respectable one
indeed. Ayrton seemed blushy too.

   "So... Feel better?"
   "Oh..." Josh couldn't help but let out a short laugh. "Ha... Uh, kinda?"
   Ayrton smiled at him.
   "Let's go back to the living."
   They sat back again in the sofa, this time Ayrton was closer, their
knees were almost touching.
   "So, Josh, where were we?"
   "In... The kitchen?"

   Now Josh was able to be funny.

   "I wanna ask you a question too, Josh."
   "Go on."
   "Do you, uh, per chance, you know... Like boys?"
   Oh fucking shit. That question, man! Josh was presented two options, he
could either deny it and really get a big closet to live in or, much better
choice, tell him already and carry on a lighter burden.
   What if I do tell him? I guess nothing changes, I mean... His cock did
get hard when he was hugging me!"
   Josh swallowed hard and cleared his throat before saying it.
   "Yes. Eh, I hope it doesn't change things between us..."
   "It will not."
   "No?"
   "No. Actually, I could totally kiss you right now."
   "Whaaaat?"
   "Yes. Didn't you hear me say I think you're pretty damned cute?"
   "I did, but, uh..."

   Ayrton leaned over and kissed Josh.
   Damn! Josh was piling boys.
   There was no point in denying it: Ayrton was a hell of a kisser. His
sweet looks kept hidden underneath that facade of a mechanic. He was
all... Great. The lips, so tender. His hands touching Josh's face were
soft, unlike the expected.

   Ayrton while kissing Josh, groped the boy a little and ended laying his
hands over Josh's grown bulge. When he felt the kid was certainly endowed,
Ayrton just bit lightly his lower lip and whispered: "yummy", in a way that
made Josh giggle.

   That cock-groping by Ayrton gave Josh the right to reciprocate... And it
was good. Real good. Maybe not that big, but that is not what matters here!
The making out persisted but the groping never reached the inside of their
pants. They kept it strictly innocent. As innocent as one can be while
groping someone else's boy parts. If you ever reach for a dick, you're
never being innocent, right?
   After a while, they were on the sofa, just looking at each other, hand
in hand. Talking meaningless stuff, stuff people talk about after making
out.

   Ayrton hadn't done anything in over a year. Seriously, not even a kiss.
   "Really?"
   "Yes..."
   "But why?"
   "I think you can see that I have no time to go flirting."
   "I know, but..."
   "Plus, I think very few people will wanna date someone like me..."
   "You mean a hot young cute guy?"
   "I meant a loser."
   "You are NOT a loser. Anyone who does what you do can NEVER be called a
loser."
   "Oh, ok... Don't patronize me. Let's talk about you instead."
   "What you mean?"
   "Care to tell me why you were crying earlier? Or maybe why you asked if
I ever felt like been used by someone?"
   "I think you're gonna have a bad image of me if I tell you that..."
   "Really? We just made out... You heard my story. Do you think I'm gonna
go judgmental with you?"
   "Ok then, but if you hate me afterwards, I'll totally understand."

   And Josh told him the little story of Chad, Matt and himself
together... Not bed-department details, but the fact that they did it. The
next morning details (otherwise known as this morning) with Chad's rude
treatment, the discovery that Matt wanted to 'join the gang' and would do
anything to make it happen. Every time Josh touched the subject, Ayrton
felt tears coming. The fact that Matt was his best friend since for ever
made things much worse.

   "Oh, man! It's really not nice what this friend of yours did. But... Did
he ever do anything like that do you? I mean, did he ever 'betray' you?"
   "No, he did not. But I dunno, maybe he just revealed his true colors..."
   "Will you give him a chance to explain?"
   "I don't want explanation. I understood it on my own. I want him to,
uh... I don't know what I want... See? That's just so..."
   "I understand it, babe..."

   Oh... Cutie... He 'babed' me... FOCUS JOSH!

   "I, maybe, I'd like him to say he's sorry, you know?"
   "That was my point."
   "I mean, if he told me why he was suggesting the three of us did it, I'd
have accepted it right away..."

   As Josh said it, he regretted. He just admitted he'd have gone through
the threesome anyway... He covered his mouth and looked at Ayrton waiting
for a reproval look but no. Ayrton did not reprove or rebuke him.

   "Don't worry, Josh, I won't say anything about you doing a three-way."
   "You won't?"
   "Of course not. Hell, I'd like to do it myself!"
   "Perv!".
   "Am I now? Look who's talking!" They both laughed at this last remark.

   Now Josh made a move onto him and fell on top of his body on the sofa
for a new round of kissing. Oh, the young and horny ones...

   "I hope what we did does not change our relationship. I mean. I hope you
still consider me to be your mechanic."
   "Of course, it changes nothing, Ayrton."
   "I totally wanna see you again..."
   "Me too..."

   Josh wanted to leave, but staying with Ayrton was so appealing.
   "Oh, man, look at the time! I gotta check on my dad! Come with me, I
wanna introduce you."
   Josh didn't know exactly what to expect, it could be a very disturbing
image. Fortunately not. Nigel Galloway was a very strong man. If it wasn't
for the strokes, he'd be working like any other man.

   "Dad, I brought someone to meet you. This is Josh Davenport. He's our
client at Old Reggie's."
   "Hi Mr. Galloway." Josh took the man's hand and held it, holding it firm
but not squeezing."
   "I am sure you're so proud of your son. He's really a very special
boy. Oh, and by the way, congratulations on the name you chose to him,
Ayrton Senna was really the best."

    The eye balls movement of a person in that condition, after a massive
stroke, can be involuntary, but after Josh mentioned the race driver name,
Mr. Galloway looked at three different directions.

   After they were out of the room, Ayrton mentioned that Josh was one of
the few people that talked to his father and were not loud.
   "My father is a doctor, you know, so I know a little about how to behave
around patients."
   "What's his specialty?"
   "Cardiologist."
   "How nice."

   As they got back in the living, Josh thought he'd better go, but Ayrton
wanted more kissing. You know, he went a whole year or more without it, let
the guy get some!

------

   Chad and Matt finally made it to the beach, where the Mustang was
parked. For the expensive amount of seven dollars for the first hour,
twenty-five for the day. Where were they? Miami South Beach? Malibu?
Really? Seven-fucking-dollars an hour? For parking? Dammit!
   The Mustang attracted looks. And it was extended to the occupants. Matt
was feeling like in the red carpet of the Kodak Theatre (now Dolby, but who
cares?).
   Soon Chad spotted his friends. They welcomed Matt nicely as Chad
introduced him, telling them he would be hanging out with the 'boys' this
year in school. Everyone seemed nice. Maybe even nicer than Chad. Matt
noticed a really broad-warm-welcoming smile from Zack Gahm [NOTE: check
chapter 6, for this Zack guy]. He didn't understand but, well, he's being
nice to me, so, I'll just be nice to him oh... Wait! This guy's got quite a
volume down south. Or is he hard? Is he? Hmmm... Maybe he... No. Probably
not. He probably spotted a hot chick, that's it.
   Nevertheless, Zack promptly offered the chair on his side to Matt who
was already 'feeling' like part of the gang. Chad did not make much
conversation with him but the other guys talked to him.
   Zack had vivid memories of Matt. Specially of him over the hood of that
car in Hennesey Park, with his legs spread, being humped. That was quite a
fucking view. In the literal meaning. Zack couldn't help but get
hard. Wearing surf shorts and swim suits underneath it makes almost
impossible to disguise an erection. Matt noticed it being adjusted from
time to time. Zack, when noticed Matt was looking, only smiled. A smile
that was understood by Matt. Or he thought it was... Whatever.
   The group of boys was having fun, making fun of each other, until they
saw a group of young girls nearby. Then most of them acted just like the
group of young males who can't keep their cocks soft they were and went off
to where the 'pussies' had gone to. Pheromones. Zack Gahm was more like
sleepy in his chair or uninterested in the girls. Matt also stayed. Chad
was included in the group that went to 'hunt' the girls.

   "Real dog behavior. Don't you think?"
   Matt thought Zack was sleeping. He was surprised to hear him talking.
   "Oh... The chicks were really hot."
   "Did you think?" Zack knew better than that. He'd actually SEEN Matt in
action.
   "Oh, yeah..."
   "I think I can find hotter babes around here."
   "Really?"
   "Yeah... And very close, actually. Those guys act like they're dogs
sniffing a female in her heat! They all just go and wanna get laid, or
something. It's crazy, you know?"
   "Never thought of it that way."
   "Canis lupus familiaris. That's what they are."
   Matt didn't answer that. That really seemed Latin, and he was not there
to anything in Latin.
   "You smoke pot?"
   Zack really wanted to talk.
   "Tried a few times... Why?"
   "I feel like smoking."
   "Now?"
   "Yeah."
   "Do you have it?"
   "I always have it, Matt. You're a newbie here. Give it some time and
you'll know all about the guys... I really like that Chad brought you in to
the group. You know?"
   "Do you?"
   "Sure... From time to time it's good to refresh the people you talk
to. They like to be exclusive. I like too. But sometimes, you just want to
talk with normal people, right?"
   "I guess."
   "Yeah, right. Come with me."
   "Where?"
   "We won't smoke right here in the sand, will we?"

   For a few seconds Matt felt like he was a puppy that was recently
adopted by a family. That thought lasted only for few seconds before being
replaced by a huge joy for being part of that popular group.
   Like that mattered for anything.
   They walked the sand area until they reached the parking lot. Right
across the street there was a preservation area, with hiking trails and all
stuff.

   "I live here since I was born and I never came here."
   "Most people don't, Matt. But it's nice in here..."
   They walked a little further, and Matt got ahead of Zack.
   "Man, you have some hot ass!"
   "What?"
   "Really. Fucking hot..."
   "What do you mean, dude?"
   "I saw you the other day at Hennesey Park. Ring a bell?"
   "Oh, shit! That was you..."
   "Small world, huh?"
   "Freaking small."
   "I loved that. Seriously. I was hoping I could talk to you at
school... But aren't I lucky? You just happened to be friends with Chad..."

   Matt was blushing.
   "Don't worry, dude, I won't go telling anyone. That was a huge turn on."
   Zack grabbed that hot ass.
   "You know, I thought we could, uh..."
   "Oh, really?"
   "Dunno, what do you think?"
   "I guess we can... But here?"
   "Here's okay. We just get over there, deeper in the woods."

   Matt was in heaven. The first day with the "gang" and he got a senior!
Really hot one... That would make two in the football team. Gee! I'll fuck
more team jocks than any cheerleader!
   Zack got Matt with his back to large trunk that would prevent anyone in
the hiking trail to see them. Matt did not play shy with this guy, mainly
because he'd seen him in, say, unsavory positions, doing 'it' on the hood
of a car. A German-designed car. Probably made in Mexico. Whatever. The
point was: Zack saw him having his ass pounded by Josh that night in the
Park, therefore he knew Matt was really not shy, so Matt just should play
according to the reputation he built for himself. Did he have a reputation?
No one said that, Matt jumped to conclusions himself.
   Zack kissed nicely. Not bad, not remarkably good either. Average. His
trade mark was his hands. Man he could hold tight one ass check. Both ass
cheeks at once actually. And pull them apart. What strong hands!
   Soon enough, Zack had his hands buried into the speedo Matt was wearing
under his shorts, and his fingers played in Matt's boyhole. Matt was loving
that, no doubts there. The kiss, the 'handle', the hand up his ass, the
fact that Zack as a fucking hot senior, on the team... That was totally
perfect.
   Avid as any teenager, Zack quickly uncovered the parts of his interest
in Matt's body. A very very very nice dick and, as he turned the kid
around, wow! That hairless ass. Matt pushed his butt farther back while
Zack bent over to get a better view, spreading the cheeks, he got to that
teen boy hole and worked on it with his tongue. Avid. That was the
word. Matt started moaning desperately as he tongue fucked his hole.

   "Man I can eat your ass the whole day."
   "Oh, Zack, you're so good..."
   Zack kept on, spit lubing it before he stood up and started kissing
Matt's neck and while handled his cock, placed his on the rear end of that
delicious boy.
   "Go slow, Zack, please..."
   Thankfully, the soon-to-be senior dude knew his way around fucking
ass. He was gentle and let it slide in at its own time. Matt's ass was
hungry for cock and as soon the whole shaft disappeared inside, Matt asked
him for the pumping.
   "We have to go quick, ok?"
   "Sure, Zack, just do me good!"
   Oh yeah, that's what any top like listening to. Fuck me. Do me. Slam
that cock in my hole... Matt was getting good at sex talk. The words that
drove Chad crazy worked as nicely with Zack. Maybe all jocks have the same
things inside their brains. Zack pumped fast and had a firm grip on Matt's
hips. He fucked nice but deep and he whispered in the bottom's ear that he
was going to cum. He was not loud, and loudness was not needed. In the
woods, sex should be as silent as possible. Don't want to attract undesired
attention, right?

   Zack did his business, shot his load inside that boy cunt and turned his
boy around kissing him in a "thank you for the great quickie" kind of
gesture. Nevertheless he wasn't done. He wanted to drain his boy and knelt
before him, jerking Matt's cock wildly.
   "Tell me when you're about to cum."
   "Ok."

   When Matt passed the point of no return he let Zack know it and the boy
did the unexpected and put the cock head in his mouth, continuing the
stroking until Matt came... He took the whole load in his mouth then stood
up showing Matt his mouthful of cum, his tongue swimming in the boy
juice. He sure swallowed a little then spit the rest on the ground.
   "Matt, you're amazing..."
   "You are too. You drove me to the heavens. And don't get me started with
that thing you did with my cum..."
   "Your juice is so good. Do you think we can do that again some other
time?"
   "I'd totally love that. Maybe next time we can get a room for ourselves,
you know?"
   "Oh yeah. This was just some crazy quickie."
   "I like that."
   "Don't I know it?" He winked and Matt understood.
   "Oh, right. The Hennesey Park. That was so crazy."
   "That was better than porn stuff."

   Matt didn't feel used at all for having meaningless sex with neither of
those boys he dreamed about for so long. If he was indeed being used, he
was certainly using them too. According to that theory, no harm done, just
a bunch of boys having fun. Sex fun. Wild sex fun. Matt decided he could
live with that.
   They almost forgot about the weed they were going to smoke.
   Zack lit the joint up and they got ready to get high...

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   The cell in Georgetown County Jail was not bad. Sure it was nothing like
home, but Capo Monteiro had no complain. He kept in mind that it was just a
temporary setback. A temporary one that was lasting longer than he
expected. The lawyer keeps telling him to wait, that things will be solved
but he sees no action. Through metaphors she said he was going to get the
hell out of this cell. But when? It's been days since she said that.
   He could not be the first Monteiro to fall to adversity. The Monteiro
family had a tradition of surviving the calamity or threat or whatever came
along. The story was passed on from generation to generation.
   The Capo was sitting on his bed thinking about these things when he
heard the clanging on the bars of his cell.
   "Your food's here, old man."
   "Oh, really. Not hungry."
   "You have to take it."

   The voice of the man seemed cold all those days, but today it had an
urge, something else than the other days. Capo Monteiro lifted his eyes to
the man who delivered his food everyday

   "You have to take the food, sir."
   "Why is that so?"
   "Because..." He lowered his voice tone to almost inaudible: "It's
important for you."

   Something was up. Capo Monteiro stood up and got closer to the opening
in the bars through were the plastic tray was passed on to him. Underneath
the tray, he felt it, a paper napkin taped.

   He carefully removed and unfolded it. There were three pills wrapped in
it. In the napkin there was a written message.
   "Take these pills, Capo. They are your ticket to freedom.
   Don't tell anyone. Whatever happens, act normal. You're safe.
   PS: Eat the napkin as well. We don't need evidence."

   Capo thought that eating the napkin was way to much for a man of his
position. But then again, which position was that one really? He was a
criminal, all of his ancestors were too. He was just lucky to be treated
nicely in jail. A cell for himself, alone. No contact with other inmates
whatsoever. It was soon going to be over. Thankfully.
   The pills went down, the three at once. Some water. Then the
napkin. First he smelled it. No smell. Good. The old man let it get wet
with his saliva then chewed on it. That thing wouldn't go down. Wash it
down with water.
   Ok. I'm good. Now just wait for the pills to do whatever they're
supposed to do. What are they gonna do anyway? It was not written in the
paper, or was it? Being locked for so long just screws your mind.

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   Josh drove back home feeling different about himself. He thought of Matt
but could manage to quickly get rid of that thought. It was so hard not to
think about what happened, he didn't want to start it all over again then
cry, then he had to find something to cease his crying. Vicious circle. It
was before lunch time, his brother would be back from his trip sometime in
the afternoon, so he didn't have to worry about preparing anything since he
didn't feel hungry at all. He went up to his room and came down the stairs
with the '79 Park Avenue' he'd started reading but had yet to finish. Marja
was now Mariann, wasn't she? Apparently she was already in California by
now... He'd have to remember where he stopped.
   Turning the pages to figure out exactly he stopped his adventure with
Harold Robbins, a paper sheet fell. Josh took it and unfolded it. There was
some sort of poem handwritten on it. That what it read:

   "One of these days

   If one of these days I get to say I love you,
   It's 'cause I'll surely never forget you.
   May come other loves, friends, other illusions,
   But I will always remember you with a smile on my face.

   If one of these days, I get to say I love you.
   It'll mean I'll suffer if I don't ever kiss you again.
   And I'll always remember your birthday,
   Even if I never call you to say it.

   But if I never ever get to say that I love you,
   You best be assured that here, in my heart,
   Very few people left such permanent mark as you did,
   And very few people mean so much to me, that I need a paper to write it
down."

   Josh read it and cried. Josh was sentimental and fragile, his heart had
been torn apart and some writing as this, even with no rhyme or metres, he
wasn't much interested in those details, he liked the words, and those he
just read, hit him right on the spot. Somewhere deep within him Josh knew
(or he thought he knew) that he loved
Matt. Somehow. Somewhat. Somewhere. He didn't know it nor was he willing to
admit it, especially now that Matt had been degraded to 'persona non grata'
level.
   Regardless of how Josh felt with the words he read, this paper belonged
to Shawn. The handwriting didn't seem to be Shawn's. It was too carefully
elaborate, it was not just a handwriting, it was penmanship. Shawn could be
a talented boy, but there was no way he could write like that. Someone
surely loved Shawn very much back in Mississippi.

   Sometime late in the afternoon Jordan arrived. He was so happy,
ecstatic!
   "How were things in Aaron Grandma's house?"
   "Oh, Josh, just great. Just great! Thank you again for letting me go..."
   "You don't have to thank me, you know..."
   "Anyway... Man, I promise I'll take care of whatever chores mom posts on
the damned fridge."
   "Careful boy. Don't go promising the skies."

   Happy happy happy boy. A bit too happy if you think about it. Whatever.

   Jordan went up to his room to unpack and shower. Josh went across the
street ask Mrs. Marshall if everything went through so well as Jordan let
him know.
   "Oh, Josh, according to my Mother-in-Law the kids had a great time. She
was so happy to have'em over. She already invited them to come back
whenever they want, weekend, whenever."
   "It's good to hear. So, apparently he behaved."
   "Even if he or Aaron didn't, she was so happy to have kids in the house
again, she'd probably put up with them... Sometimes getting old is lonely."

   They talked a little more before Josh went back. As he approached the
door, Matt appears. Oh shit!

   "Hey, Josh..."
   "Hey, backstabber."
   "What?"
   "You know what I'm talking about, am I right?"
   "Clearly not. I just came here to bring your sunglasses back."
   "Thank you."

   Josh wore the sunglasses.

   "I don't know what this 'backstabber' is all about."
   "Well. Cards are on the table Matthew."
   "I really don't know what you're talking about."
   "Chad told me all about your 'stunt'. I know it, don't waste your time
denying it. He wanted you to get him 'some faggot' and you went to the
nearest stupid bitch, the easiest 'faggot' you could find. Me."
   "Man, seriously, that's not..."
   "And, as if using me to achieve your place in Chad's kingdom wasn't
enough, you two probably had a lot of laugh at my performance as a huge
bottom, a cum dump for that moronic jerk."
   "Josh, please..."
   "I thought I knew you. Thought we were friends. How dumb! The first
opportunity you had, you went behind my back, used me, showed me your true
colors... All in name of what? Being friends with that asshole. Seriously,
Matthew. I thought you were better than that."
   "Josh! That's not the way it is."
   "Well. Your big buddy told me all about it. I understood what he meant."
   "Can I explain?"
   "There's no need. I got it. Congratulations, you were accepted in the
royal kingdom of Chad. Enjoy."
   "C'mon, man."
   "Really, Matthew. I hope you're up to what he's gonna put you through,
you know? He's gonna use you whenever he wants to get off, you're gonna be
his cum dump. Just a faggot ass he can fuck whenever he want, a cock sucker
to please him and take his load in your mouth. Have fun."
   "I didn't do it to hurt you, Josh."
   "You set me up, never consulted me before using me to get what you
wanted. It's easy to say you didn't wanna hurt me. You did. That's all I
know. Do you have anything else to say? I'm getting inside."
   "I can't really say anything."
   "Good. I'm not in the mood for listening to your voice and I can't look
at your face. If you're done, then good bye. Have a nice life."

   Josh turned his back to Matt.

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To be continued in the next chapter...
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