Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 09:39:12 -0500
From: fsw <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 18 of Matt and Mike

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.

(Author's note: There will be 32 Chapters to this story. In Chapter 33, I
will release, by chapter, what is real and what I made up. In writing this
summary, I discovered that I had labeled two different chapters "Chapter
Two", and had only submitted the second one. I Then changed the missing
chapters title to "Chapter 1.5". The correct order is 1, 1.5, 2, 3, etc.

Sorry for the confusion. This is my first chapter type story, and I got
confused. Not a good excuse, but it is the only one I have.)

			       MATT and MIKE

			     Chapter Eighteen

Matt and Mike continued to go attend college, but it was really hard. They
weren't prepared to be in the same class as kids of age 18 or 19, that had
finished all 12 grades. Who would be? At least their start to college life
was only auditing two classes, and they were remedial classes at that.
They both knew that once they started going to classes that counted toward
graduation, it would only be more difficult. They were both smart kids,
though, and accepted the challenge. But, it was a big challenge. They had
both skipped a lot of high school math, and that would be their biggest
challenge.

Then, their world was turned upside down once more. Figures, doesn't
it. Gamblers go through the same kind of luck. Once you hit a losing
streak, it never seems to end.

Matt's Dad and Dean Williams were in a conference in Dean Williams' office
on a Friday night.  The door was closed and locked. It was after hours. No
one should have ever bothered them at this time.

Dean Williams was a hard-nosed Professor. He rode everyone hard that
reported to him. He was a difficult man to work for.

He had given his secretary a long letter to write, along with several pages
of statistics that she had to compile first. He had said that he wanted it
first thing Monday morning, and she was expected to work that weekend to
get it done. No overtime pay, just lots of extra work.

She and her husband had planned to go away for the weekend, and she was not
happy when he dumped this on her at the last minute. She was still
determined to go, so she had worked late both Wednesday and Thursday nights
to get the assignment finished. She really disliked Dean Williams and his
condescending attitude, but she needed her job.

Being his main secretary, she had a key to his office, and she used it to
unlock the door so she could leave the papers on his desk. When she opened
the door, she found Matt's Dad leaning over Dean Williams' desk, laying on
the pillows from the sofa. Dean Williams was standing behind him. Both of
them had their pants and underwear around their ankles. I guess you get the
picture. They had both been enjoying themselves too much to hear the lock
being turned. It was really too late anyway.

"Oh, my God! OH, MY GOD!", she yelled. She sat the papers in a chair beside
the door, and ran as fast as she could out of the building. Both men tried
to get dressed and find her, but she was long gone.

Dean Williams looked up her home address, and went over to try and control
the damage, but it did no good. She refused to even talk to him, and he was
threatened with bodily harm by her much bigger husband if he didn't leave
immediately. Both men knew they were in deep shit.

She spread the word quickly. It spread like wildfire. Both of them were
brought before the head of the college on Monday. On Tuesday, Dean Williams
and both of Matt's parents were forced to resign. Either that, or be
fired. Why they felt like they had to fire Matt's Mom no one really ever
understood, except seeing her around would bring back unpleasant memories
of her husband. She hadn't been there long enough to have any seniority to
fight back, so she resigned herself to leaving also. At least the
University gave them each a month's pay.

On Tuesday night, my parents had a huge fight. Mike and I were made to sit
through it, even though we had nothing to do with anything Dad had done.

"You promised me you would never have sex with another man.", she screamed
at Dad. "And now, I find out that not only had you had sex with Dean
Williams, you also had sex with Mike's father before he died. That's it. I
have had enough. I am going to get a divorce and leave all of you
faggots.", she ranted.

The word "faggot" stung both Mike and I, but Mike was brought almost to
tears at the mention of Dad having had sex with his father. All the old
memories of the last beating his father had given him when he had caught
Mike and myself naked in his room came flooding back. All the hateful
things his father had said to him the day he died. What his Uncle and
cousin had said. Mike had partly blamed himself for his father's death, and
now he finds out that his FATHER had enjoyed gay sex. Many conflicting
thoughts raced through his mind. "What a hypocrite", he thought to
himself. I was thinking the same thing.

"You can divorce me. I don't care. But, the boys aren't going to live with
me, either. I have no idea where I am going to go, and I can't be bothered
with taking care of them all by myself. They will have to go with you.",
Dad yelled back.

"Oh, no, you don't. All of this is your fault. I grew up with a faggot for
a brother. I now have a faggot for a husband, a faggot for a son", she
said, looking at me, "a faggot for an adopted son", she said, looking at
Mike, "and for all I know, Rick may be one, too. I have had enough faggots
in my life for ever. I want a clean start. Just me, for a change.", she
yelled.

"Well, they can't go with me, either. Maybe your brother Jim will take
them.", Dad said.

"I'll take Matt with me if he will promise to give up all of his faggoty
ways. I can talk to Mike's mother, and see if she will take him back.", she
said.

I lost it. I burst out crying, stood up, and screamed. "NO! You are NOT
going to break up Mike and myself. If you don't want us, we will find
somewhere else to live. But don't even think about splitting us up. We
didn't have anything to do with any of this. You are making it seem like it
is our fault. Come on, Mike.", I yelled.

Mike and I quickly ran out the front door, slamming it behind us. We ran
away as fast as we could. Once we were inside the park that was close by,
we stopped and held each other as we cried on each other's
shoulders. Neither of our parents wanted to have anything else to do with
us. Where would we go? How would we survive? These were staggering
questions.

It was late in the evening when we finally walked back up to our house. All
the lights were on.  We knew our parents were waiting for us. What choice
did we have? We really had no other place to go. We walked in, expecting
the worst.

We found them sitting in the living room as far away from each other as
they could get. Mom spoke first. "I called my brother Jim and my
parents. He is still living with them. They have agreed to take you in. You
will be expected to help pay for the groceries and anything else you both
might need. Clothes, school, everything. You have been little boys long
enough. It is time you both got a job and support yourself.", she said
coldly. "Your father and I will send you money when we can. Just don't
count on much for a while until we both get new jobs and get settled. We
will rent a U-Haul for your furniture and clothes. You can take everything
in your room with you.  I have left boxes in your room so you can pack. I
called Rick. He will come home this weekend and move the rest of his
stuff. Now, both of you go to your room and get started. We want to move
you early Thursday morning. You can forget about school tomorrow, since you
will be several hundred miles away soon. You will have to find a new school
there.", she added.

Mike and I just looked at each other and ran for our room. I was 15. He had
just turned 14. Now, we were expected to get jobs and make our own way in
life. We just held each other and cried. It was only six months ago when we
first met. We were still kids then, and were enjoying just being kids. Now,
we were expected overnight to be adults and be able to support
ourselves. How had all of this happened so fast? At least, we still had
each other.

     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.