Date: Wed, 02 Feb 2000 10:51:37 -0500
From: fsw <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Matt and Mike Chapter 15

Warning! This story contains sex between minor boys. If you are underage,
this is illegal in your country, or do not like this type of story, please
do not read this.

			       MATT and MIKE

			      Chapter Fifteen

"Oh, my God. I can't believe what I am seeing.", he yelled.

Mike and I both froze, and then he quickly pulled out of me with a look of
horror on his face. We knew we were both dead.

"You fucking faggot. Get your clothes and get out of here. I don't ever
want to see you over here again, do you understand?", he yelled at me.

I had already pulled on my briefs, and I gathered the rest of my clothes
and ran out of the room. I glanced at Mike as I was leaving, and saw he was
scared to death.

"Dad, listen. We are both gay. We love each other. Can't you understand?",
Mike pleaded.

"All I understand is my only son is a fucking faggot. I can't believe it.
We raised you to be better than this. I am going to beat every faggot
thought out of your head.", he yelled as he took off his belt.

"No, Dad, please. I can't help that I am gay. I was born this way. Please
don't beat me again.", Mike pleaded.

I listened in the living room, putting on my clothes as fast as I could, as
the beating began. Tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't take it. I
had to get out of there.

I ran out the door and started to run home, but I couldn't. I had to stay
for Mike's sake. I had to get him out of there before his father finally
killed him. I crept around the house to Mike's window, sat down on the
grass, and cried my eyes out as I heard the beating continue. Mike's
screams went on and on. He was really giving it to Mike this time.

Finally, it ended, and I heard his father yell, "Now, you just stay here
and think about what you have done. I have to get back to school for a few
minutes, and then I will be right back. When I get back, we are going to
have a long talk, and if you don't agree to what I am going to tell you, I
will beat you all over again. You are never to see Matt again. Do you
understand?"

Oh, no. Not only is Mike getting beaten every day, his Dad was going to
stop him from ever seeing me again. I had to do something.

I listened as he came out the front door, slammed it shut, and drove off. I
found a small stick and poked two holes through the screen, allowing me to
unlatch it and pull it off. I checked the window, and it was unlocked, so I
pushed it up, boosted myself up on the window sill and climbed into Mike's
bedroom.

He had curled into a fetal position to try and get away from the pain. My
tears really started to flow as I looked at the beaten body of my friend
and lover. "Mike, are you all right? I have to get you out of here.", I
said. Mike just moaned and continued to cry.

I got his clothes and dressed him like he was a small child. He did not
resist. As soon as I had all of them on, I gently put his arm around my
shoulders and helped walk him down the hall and out of the house. He half
walked and was half carried by me.

There were woods behind Mike's house where we had built our little love
nest and only the two of us knew about it. That seemed like the safest
place for now, so that's where I headed.  Anywhere but leave him at home so
his father could just beat him some more.

Mike wasn't able to walk very fast, so it took us almost twice as long to
get there as it had before.  Mike really struggled to get through the
bushes, but I finally dragged him through. I sat him down long enough to
pull out the blanket and spread it out, and then helped him to lie down. He
curled back into the same fetal position and fell asleep. Maybe that was
best. He couldn't feel the pain in his sleep.

I sat and watched him sleep for a long time. I couldn't stop the tears from
flowing. I finally couldn't cry any more, so I laid down next to him and
pulled him to me, holding him as tightly as I thought I could without
hurting him.

It was getting dark when he finally woke up.

"Mike, baby, I am so sorry. I'll help you stop him, I swear I will. We can
go to my house. My Mom and Dad will help you, I know they will.", I said,
tears falling once more. I pulled him to me, and just held him, as we both
cried until all the tears were dried up.

He was finally ready to see if we could get to my house. The walking was
extremely slow in the dark, but at least the moon was bright. We could see
enough to avoid stumbling and falling.

In the mean time, Mike's Dad had come home and found Mike gone and the
window still up. As mad as he had been when he found us, this only
infuriated him even more. He got in his car and drove around, trying to
find us. If we had been on the street somewhere, he probably would have
found us.

He drove in circles, getting madder all the time. He started to think about
what he was going to do to Mike when he finally found him.

He drove back by his house several times. Once, he saw that his wife was
home, so he stopped.  He told her what he had found, and she was also
shocked, but did not want to kill Mike like he did. She tried to calm him
down, but it did no good.

"Calm down, bullshit! I will not have a faggot for a son. He is going to
wish he was never born when I find him.", he ranted.

He even called his brother, who lived a few miles away. "Bill, have you
seen Mike? Ask Billy, will you?", he said. Billy was Mike's cousin, and was
14.

Bill came back on the phone. "No? Well, you won't believe what I am going
to tell you. I caught him fucking his little faggot friend Matt. I know you
have met Matt. I have a faggot for a son. I beat the every loving shit out
of him, and then had to go back to school for a few minutes, and he ran
away while I was gone. Matt had to have helped him. The screen was off and
the window left up. Call me if you see either one of them. You have my
portable phone number, don't you? Call me if you see or hear from him,
OK?", he yelled into the receiver.

He then called Matt's house, and told them the same thing. He also called
Dean Williams' house, although how he expected us to get there without a
car, I had no idea.


You would think that he would have started calming down by now, but his
rage just increased. He started driving around looking for us once more. We
thought he would be looking, so we stayed out of the light from the street
lamps and crept towards my house.

His mind was on what kind of new punishment he could inflict on Mike. He
started thinking about how Mike was now a faggot, and how his body looked
naked. It got him hard, thinking about it.  He thought, "Well, if Mike is
now a faggot, maybe he would rather play some new games with Daddy than to
be beaten. If he likes getting fucked in the ass so much, maybe I should
show him how it would feel if a man did it to him instead of a boy."

"Yeah. That was a good idea.", he thought. He had a hard on and a huge
smile on his face, as he drove and looked for us. He started day dreaming
as he thought about the possibilities. He was staring out in space as he
went around a curve. He didn't turn the wheel far enough, and went over the
center line, hitting a truck head on and being killed instantly.

We finally got to my house, and were met at the door by my parents.

"Where have you two been? You have Mike's father so worried that he is out
trying to find you. I don't care if both of you are gay, but you have to be
lots more careful. Getting caught was stupid.  And, running away was
worse.", Dad yelled.

"Dad. Mom. Look, I am sorry I didn't tell you before. OK, both of us are
gay, and we love each other. We want to spend the rest of our lives
together. You won't believe what Mike's father has been doing to him. He
has beaten him every day since we got back from camping. I was scared he
was going to kill him. He has gone crazy.", I exploded.

"I don't believe you. He said he spanked him, but not beat him. There is a
big difference between the two. I think you need a spanking, too.", Dad
said, calming down.

"Mike, turn around, baby. Do this for me. I love you.", I said, turning him
away from my parents.  I looked him in the eye, and started to unbutton his
shirt. He looked at me like he didn't want me to do it, but I leaned in and
kissed him softly on the lips in front of my parents and said, "Trust
me. Let them see. Then, they will help you."

He let me take off his shirt, and I heard both my parents gasp as they saw
all the belt marks and bruises. I looked him in the eye, and whispered
"Please." as my hands went to his waist. He took a big breath but did not
stop me as I pulled his pants down and let them drop to his ankles. Again,
I heard them gasp. I reached around and pulled the back of his underpants
down to show them what his father had done to his butt over the last four
days, and then started to dress him once more.

"Do you believe me now?", I asked calmly as I finished putting on Mike's
shirt. He had just stood there like a statue and let me do anything I
wanted to him. He didn't help dressing himself. He just let me do it. I
think he might have started going into shock.

"Dad, you have to help us. This isn't a simple spanking, this is child
abuse. If you won't help us, I am going to call the police. I won't let him
beat Mike any more. I love him.", I said determinedly.

"You are right. Don't call the police until I have a chance to talk to
Mike's Dad.. Either way, he is going to stop the beatings, I promise you
that. Mike can stay with us until we can decide what to do. Your Mom will
call Mike's mother to let them know where he is.", he said. "Why don't you
boys get yourself something to eat and then go lie down in your room, while
I call him."


"Thanks, Dad. I don't think either of us is hungry right now. All this has
ruined our appetite. I think we will just to my room and let Mike lie down
on my bed." I went over and hugged both of them. They were taking the news
lots better than Mike's Dad had, that was for sure.

I took Mike upstairs to my room and undressed him down to his underpants. I
did the same, and we crawled under the covers and snuggled together. Mike
cried softly for a few minutes, and I comforted him the best I could.

It was about 2:00 am when Mike's mother called to tell us about the car
wreck. She didn't even come over to tell her own son herself. Dad told us.

Mike cried when he heard the news, but it wasn't big tears. He had loved
his father before the beatings had started, but the man who had been killed
was a complete stranger to him. He didn't know how to feel.

The funeral was set for Monday. Mom went to Mike's and picked up some
clothes and a suit for the funeral. She and Mrs. Jones had a long talk.
Mike hadn't seen her since Thursday night when he sat down next to her for
the service. She said hello to him, but barely said two words.

When the service was over, Mike rode with us to the grave site. His mother
rode with his uncle, who made it clear that Mike wasn't invited to ride
with him. Once the casket was lowered, I walked under a tree with Mike to
get away from everyone. His uncle and Billy saw us, and walked over.

"You are not welcome at my house ever again, you little faggot. It is your
fault that he is dead.", he said harshly. "As far as I am concerned, you
are not a member of this family anymore."

"Don't ever speak to me again, Mike. I am ashamed to even be related to
you.", Billy sneered.

Both of us just stared at them with our mouths open as they walked away. We
were expecting compassion. Comfort. All we got was more grief.

Finally, tears started to form in the corners of Mike's eyes. Then, they
started to fall freely. I pulled him to me and held him in front of
everyone, as we both cried.

Several of Mike's friends had come to the funeral. They were watching us,
and the whispering began. Billy went over to several of them, and started
telling them about us. Our secret was now out in the open.

We went home with Mom and Dad. Mom spoke first. "Mike, your mother is
having a really hard time accepting all of this. I don't think she really
wants you to come back home."

Mike's eyes got big, and the tears started to fall once more. None of this
was his fault, but he was getting blamed by everybody. He now had lost his
parents and his home. His world was falling apart.

"I asked her if she would consent to let us adopt you. She has agreed. You
could live with us for as long as you want. You can move into Matt's
bedroom. We would love to have you as another son. What do you think.", she
asked softly.

Mike looked up at her and tried to stop crying. "I would like that. Thank
you so much.", he said and hugged her tight. He also hugged Dad, and then
me.


And, that is what happened. The adoption was finally final, and Mike became
part of our family on a permanent basis. If anything, we learned to love
each other more than ever before. We relied on each other for
everything. We had to, since most of our friends didn't want to have
anything else to do with us. A few friends stayed close, but their
attitudes were different, somehow. It was like they were being extra
careful around us.

Of course, Andy, Jeff, Rob, and Jim still were our friends, but even they
had to distance themselves from us at school or be branded as gay like
us. They were not ready to come out of the closet, so they stayed away.

It was not fun, but we got through it. Both of us had taken some college
courses at the local community college for fun. We took an entrance
examination, and both of us passed. We ended up quitting high school and
started going to college, where no one knew us. We had to take several
remedial courses that did not count towards a degree, but it was better
than the life we had led in high school. It was the middle of the semester,
but we were allowed to sit in on some courses that we would have to take
later so we could get ahead. We needed lots of help. Not many kids go
straight from quitting the 10th grade for Mike, and 11th for me, straight
to college.

It seemed like it was us against the world. Mom and Dad were supportive,
but it was really tough.  We had each other, though, and our love continued
to grow. Without each other, I don't know if either one of us could have
made it on our own.

     To Be Continued

Any reader's comments or criticisms are appreciated. The more comments I
get, the quicker I will forward more chapters. Again, I am trying to tell
the story using actual facts, but I do insert parts of the story that did
not really happen. The boys always give me permission, before I submit my
version. I hope you like this method of telling a story. Any comments can
be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com. The only gratification I really get out of
writing is your comments. I have made good friends out of Matt and Mark,
and could use some more.