Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 00:06:18 +0100 (BST)
From: Sean@well-in.com
Subject: new-home/new-home-5

This story contains acts of a sexual nature between young members of the
same sex. If this material offends you, do not read any further. The title
is kinda related to the story, but goes for every living person. To be
truley alive is to be able to do whatever you want, but were all governed
by laws whihc tell us what we can and cant do, which means we cant do
anything we want to do, which means technically were all dead. This is just
my theory which I want to get across to the world. When I stand in the
street saying things like this, people avoid me like the plague.

	This is the penultimate chapter in New Home


New Home Part 5

You Might As Well Kill Yourself, Your Already Dead.

"What are you boys doing in there?" Their dad asked, suspicously.
	"Ah, nothing." Paul repleid, scared shit. If they were caught they
be thrown out of their house. Just then, the handle moved, and the door
began to open. All four boys stood in shock, all naked and wet. Their
hearts raced, this was it, this was the end of their lives. Luke looked out
from his bedroom, and saw what was about to happen. He shared their fear,
and knew he had to try and do something.
	"Dad!" He screamed at the top of his voice. Their father looked
towards Luke's room, and fearing the worse, left the bathroom and went to
see what was happening in the other room.
	"Quick, get dressed, we dont have much time." Paul hurried the
group up, once dressed they dried their hair and faces, their bodies still
soaked. They all crept into their room and locked the door. They took all
of their clothes off and ot dried properly, getting dressed in some of Paul
and Sean's spare clothes.
	"Whats the matter?" Their dad said as he ran into Luke's room. He
looked around and couldnt see anything wrong. "What are you playing at,
boy?" He snarled. Luke used attended an acting school, and used some of the
things he learned while he was there. He looked his father square in the
eyes, a look of fear on his face.
	"I just saw a ghost." He lied convincingly. He shook, pretending to
be scared out of his whit.
	"Yeah, did you hit your head while you were skating?" He laughed to
himself, and left the room. Luke made sure the coast was clear, before
running across to his brothers' room. He knocked on the door.
	"Open up, its me." The door opened, and he saw all four boys
getting dressed. "What the hell were you playing at?" He growled, a look of
evil in his eyes.
	"We didnt know they were home." Sean said, pulling a T-Shirt over
his head. Luke looked at the boys in anger, and left the room. He knew that
he couldnt help them out every time something like that happened. He also
knew that he couldnt get through to the boys to tell them to be more
careful, he himself had had quite a few hit or miss situations like that
himself.
	"That was so lucky." James said, putting a towel under his shirt to
dry his chest. How would they explain what was going on if asked? How would
they explain the wet on their clothes? They stayed in the boys room for the
rest of the evening, a heater on to dry themselves off, playing on the
computor and listening to music. No one came into the room that day, and no
one left it, until 8:30 came, and James and Michael had to go home. Paul
and Sean were told to get into bed, which they did, not wanting to draw
attention to themselves. They kept the music on, but very quiet so only
they could hear it. They'd had a worrying day, but a fun one.
	"So, what was your favourite part of the day?" Paul asked. Sean got
out of bed and climbed into his, laughing.
	"This one." He laughed. He took his underwear off, and started to
do the same to Paul. They were both naked, and both horny. Sean rubbed
Paul's dick, gentely holding his balls at the same time. They kissed, and
started to jack each other off. Paul went down as Sean laid still, knowing
what was coming. A smile came across his face as he felt something warm and
wet all around his boner. His body tensed and his back arched up as he came
dry. He was now relaxed, and tired, having the energy to just manage to
return the favour to Paul. As they both laid together naked, thought raced
through their mind. Thoughts about what was going to happen on the school
camping trip in a few weeks. They had all planned out that Sean, Paul,
James and Michael would be sharing a tent, and having loads of fun. Paul
drifted into a deep sleep as Sean climbed into his own bed before doing the
same.
	"Come on boys, wake up." Their mom said, shaking them both to get
them up. They were covered up, so she couldnt see they were both naked,
that would only have aroused more suspicion. Dressing quickly, they went
down to breakfeast and talked about their plans for the day. James was
going away for a week, so they were going to go to Michael's, crash their
for a bit, then go play woods or something. "Oh Sean," his mom said. "Some
boy phoned for you this morning, he sounded like on eof Luke's friends,
wants to see you. I told him you'd call him back. I think he said his name
was Matthew." At that, Sean stopped eating and stared into the air,
motionless. He didnt think he'd ever see him, not for a while anyway. He
quickly finished eating then got washed. He ran back downstairs and picked
up the phone, knowing Matthew's number off by heart.
	"Hello, is Matt there?" He asked, flooding with feelings listening
to the voice on the other end. That was a voice he was very used to, and
she felt the same.
	"Oh God. Sean is that you?" She asked, sharing the same feelings as
Sean.
	"Yeah, hi Mrs. Barker." His eyes watered, but he didnt cry.
	"I havent heard from you in months, hows everything." He couldnt
answer before she continued. "Actually, come round and see us, everyone up
here misses you." She sounded happy, where as Sean put on the only tone he
used when talking to an adult.
	"OK, can I talk to Matty now?" H laughed.
	"Hi, Sean." Matthew said as he took hold of the phone. "I heard
everything the two of you said. Listen if you dont want to come down its
OK." He knew that Sean was very popular, and always busy doing
something. Even though it was quite early, he knew he'd already have plans.
	"No, Im not doing anything today," he lied. "Meet me at the gas
station on Buckingham Street at 10 on your bike. We can ride up from
there." All in all, the journey was about half an hour, but it was sure to
be an exciting half hour. He put the phone down and grabbed his jacket,
heading for his bike. He told his parents where he was going, when hed be
back, who he was with, the usual stuff when you go off on your own at 9. He
rode to the gas station, having only 15 minutes to make to 15 minute
ride. He got there just as Matthew was about to head off home, thinking he
wasnt going to come.
	"Alright, man. I didnt think you were coming. Ready to see the old
neighbourhood?" He asked, flashing him one of those, lets have sex,
smiles. They rode off, and eventually reached the old neighbourhood. They
put their bikes in Matthew's house, and wondered around, talking to all of
his old friends. They didnt even glance at the abandoned house next
door. Sean hadnt been told that Mrs Robson had had a heart attock a month
back, the house was abandoned, and not ready to be put on the market
yet. But eventually, they came up to it. "Can you cope with all this?"
Matthew asked, looking at Sean's worried face. He saw that the house was
empty.
	"Is Mrs Robson shopping or on vacation or something?" He asked,
wondering why she wasnt home. If she had been home, the windows would have
been open on a warm day like this.
	"Er, no, shes erm, shopping." He lied.
	"Ah well, we can still go in though." He knew he shouldnt, but
something made him go inside. He crawled through the tiny basement window,
than ran up to open the front door. He looked around the hall way, a tear
of sadness and regret running down his face. The house wasnt ready to sell
because everything was still in, it had to be cleared out first.
	As they walked around, Sean noticed that something was
wrong. Firstly, the house was too empty. There had always been a sense of
Mrs Robson in the house, even when she wasnt around. Now the house felt
bare, good to look at but nothing on the inside. And Secondly, he noticed
the dust starting to gather on the work tops and tables, only a thin layer
in places, but others were covered.
	"Hmm, thats strange." He started. "I lived with her for four years,
and she never, ever, lets dust gather like this." He ran his finger
through, then began writing his name in the dust.
	Matthew felt a responsibility to tell him what had happened, that
Mrs Robson had died of a broken heart at the loss of what she considered a
son. He didnt say anything, but had a feeling of guilt all over his body.
	"Come on, we'll go to my room." He ran up the stairs, expecting to
see the room he'd lived in for four years. Instead he saw the room as he
saw it last, but didnt remember it that way. The green walls and shelves
were empty, the floor was free of clothes. Something stayed as they
were. Matthew's cum stain was still in the corner of the room, and the bed
was still made.
	Something in the air told Sean that something terrible has happened
here. This room in the house was abnormal, compared to the rest of it. The
air in the room was cold, but felt very humid on Sean's face. This was
something that Matthew didnt notice, he didnt seem to be able to feel cold
or humid, to him this room wasa just like the rest of the house. Only he
knew why it could have been very cold, yet very humid. Sean's old bedroom,
which he'd lived in for four years, was the room that Mrs Robson was found
dead in, dead of a broken heart, for the loss of her foster child. The only
thing of her that remained, was Sean's hope that he would see her soon, a
hope he never lost.
	They left the house, not wanting to startle the dead woman should
she return from her 'shopping trip'. "Did you think that my room felt
funny?" Sean asked.
	"How do you mean?"
	"Like, it was cold to breath, but very warm and wet on your face."
Sean did not understand what was happening. The house haunted Sean's
memories, but now, Sean's memories haunted the house.
	"Hey, Sean." A voice called over. Sean turned around, could that
faint cry have come from Mrs Robson? No. Instead, he saw a boy, about 12
years old, with four of his mates his age and a bit older.
	"Hey Dan." He said, walking over to him, happy to see him. "Hows
everything?" Sean and Dan were quite good friends, at least they used to
be.
	"Dont you talk to me like that." Dan started. Let me tell you about
Dan. Dan was a kid with a very, very short temper with people, infact he
didnt have a temper, if you pissed him off in the slightest way, he and his
gang would nearly kill you. The way hes talking, hes pretty pissed.
	"Whats wrong, dude?" Sean asked, smiling at the boy.
	"Dont call me dude. Im not your dude, your brother or your
friend. I am your total stranger. And I dont like total strangers who talk
to me as if theyve known me for years.
	Heres the situation. Sean moved away, returns a few months later,
and expects things not to have changed. Wrong answer Sean. If you go away
for over 6 months, and dont contact anyone, not even your best friend, how
can you expect at least one person not to change? Its just unfortunate you
upset someone who doesnt like being made upset.
	Now the kid is going to do one of three things. He can beat the
shit out of you. He can pretent nothings happened. Or he can count to ten
and give you a headstart. Hopefully the second one will happen. But
remember, peoples attitudes can change quickly, if you trust anybody 100%,
then you have issues Sean.
	Standing there, just staring into each others eyes, Dan read the
fear. People like this feast on fear, when they sense it the go full on
offensive.
	Dan didnt look like backing out.

* * *

S cold chill ran through the house, coming from no where. "So Paul." Luke
said. "What are you playing?" He sat down next to Paul, who was busy
playing on his computor. He started rubbing his hand up and down Paul's
leg. "Im feeling so fuckin horny." He laughed. With that, he pushed Paul
down so he was laying flat on the floor. They kissed, and Luke's hand went
down to undo Paul's fly. He pulled his brothers shorts down to his shins,
and rubbed his bare crotch.
	Paul did the same, and soon began putting his mouth around Luke's
dick, sucking as much of the boys meat as he could. He pulled up from time
to time, to get some air. When he did, the salavi from Paul's mouth
surrounded Lukes hard cock. Light breezes from the open window made them
react, hic cock jumping from side to side. He couldnt handle how good the
cold breezes and warm mouth were on his cock, and how his cum right down
the nine year olds throat. Paul was getting used to that now, and swalled
it all without spilling it.
	"Now, fuck me." Paul said, turning onto his side. He opened a tub
of Vasaline, and put a bit around his hole. Luke took it, and put a thin
layer on all 7 inches of his dick. He went behind Paul, and slowly started
pulling and shoving himself in and out of Paul's ass. The perfect bubble of
it felt good on Luke's stomach. His dick tried deflating, but he was too
horny. As he fucked his younger brother, his hand wrapped around and
started jacking off his prick. Soon, Paul came dry, the orgasm seemed to
last a minute, maybe longer. They laid still, Luke fully deflated still
inside his brother.

* * *

	As for Sean, could he have been beaten up? If he was, did Matthew
do anything to stop it?
	He walked into his house slowly, not wanting to be seen. His mouth
was pouring blood like a tap, a trickly left on the wooden floor followed
his to the bathroom. Surely theres another explination for this. Surely no
one would hurt Sean...

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what you think cos its really great hearing from people who get hard from
reading what Ive written.