Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 14:12:20 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 29 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.

			       MATT and MIKE

			    Chapter Twenty Nine

Merriam ran after her oldest son, followed closely by Sam and Joe. "Brad,
what is wrong. Please, tell me. What did you mean about telling
everything?", she asked.

"I......I......can't tell you.", Brad sobbed.

"Sure, you can. I am your mother. I will love you no matter what has
happened. Please. Tell me what is wrong.", Merriam pleaded.

"Leave him alone, Merriam. Brad, get up. We need to head for the
airport. Maybe now isn't a good time to take Sam with me. I think I need to
have a little talk with Brad at home first. I will probably fly here
several more times, so maybe I can take Sam some other time.", Joe said
nervously.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Get out of here. I hate you!", Brad
screamed.

"Brad, cut it out. Now, get up like I told you to do.", Joe yelled,
grabbing him by the arm and forcing him out of the room.

"Joe, don't hurt him.", Merriam screamed.

Brad shoved Joe as hard as he could, causing him to trip and fall. Brad ran
around the dining room table to keep himself away from his Dad, and yelled,
"Mom, don't let him take me with him.  He raped me when I was 12. He beats
me if I don't let him do it to me. Why do you think that I had to go with
him those times when he had to make phone calls in Paris? He didn't make
any phone calls. He just had to get his rocks off. He'll do it to Sam if
you let him take him with him. I know he will.", Brad cried, tears
streaming down his face.

"You bastard!", Merriam screamed. "Get out of my house, and don't come
back. I ought to have you arrested. You aren't taking my son anywhere. Now,
get out before I call the police."

"Merriam, he is lying. Can't you see that. He is just mad at me for
something I made him do back home. You know I would never do anything to
one of my own sons.", Joe answered, blushing furiously.

"Get out. Just take your suitcase and leave. I want to talk to Brad without
you being here. If you aren't going to fly home today without Brad, go
check into a hotel. You aren't welcome in my house right now. Now, go!",
Merriam screamed.

"OK, I will go. But, he is lying, I swear he is. I'll call you later when
you have calmed down.", Joe said, picking up his suitcase and walking out
the door.

Merriam went and quickly locked the door and made sure the back door was
also locked. Then, she went over to Brad and hugged him to her. Sam also
joined in the hug. All of them were crying freely.

Merriam's head was spinning. Joe claimed that Brad was lying. Brad had
refused to say any more about it. It was like he was in shock. She did the
only thing that she could think off that could prove Brad had been
raped. She picked up the phone and called Rick at his house.

"Rick, this is Merriam. I need a big favor. I need you to come over right
now. Something awful has happened, and I need you. No, Sam is fine. It is
Sam's brother Brad. I can't tell you over the phone. Please hurry.", she
said.

Rick came over as fast as he could. When he walked in the door, Merriam
said, "Brad told me that my bastard of an ex-husband raped him when he was
12, and has been doing it to him ever since. He won't talk to me any more
about it. He has just clammed up. Joe just says that Brad is lying. Can you
talk to him? Maybe you can relate to him better than I can.", she said,
tears streaming down her cheeks.

"God, that is awful. I'll be glad to see what I can do.", Rick said.

"He is in Sam's bedroom. Sam is in there, too. Please see if you can
help.", she said.

Rick walked into Sam's bedroom, and Sam saw him right away. "Rick. Thanks
for coming over so fast. Did Mom tell you what Dad has been doing to
Brad?", Sam said, flinging himself into Rick's arms and crying his eyes
out.

"Yes, and I will make sure he never does anything like that to Brad again,
I promise. Brad, listen to me. My Dad raped me, too. He only did it once,
so I don't have as much pain inside me as you do, but I will help you get
over it. I swear I will. I do need you to tell me about it, so I can use it
against your Dad. Otherwise, he will just make you go back with him. You
are in his custody, and the courts will say you have to go back unless we
can charge him with this or make him agree to let you stay with your
mother. I only want to help you, but you have to tell me about it.", Rick
said.

Brad has laying face down on the bed, but he rolled over when he heard what
Rick had said.  "Your Dad raped you, too?", he asked softly.

"Yeah. This never leaves this room, OK?", Rick asked.

Both boys just nodded their head yes.

"I was living with both of my parents. I told Dad that if he ever did it
again, I would tell Mom. It is a long story, but that scared him bad enough
that he never touched me again. There was no one around to help me. Sam and
I both want to help you. Will you tell me how it happened?", Rick asked.

"I guess so. Will you both promise not to tell Mom? I just couldn't face
her if she knew the truth.", Brad said.

"We both promise, don't we Sam?", Rick asked.

"I promise never to tell anyone.", Sam said, shutting the door.

"I was in bed one night. I still didn't know how to beat off, but I was
figuring it out. All I had on was my underpants, and I had the front of
them pulled down under my balls. I was rubbing my dick back and forth. I
had been doing that for a while, but I had never gone far enough. I had
always quit when it got to feeling really good. I don't know why. It was
feeling really good then, and I hadn't stopped yet. Dad walked in to say
good night."

"I pulled my briefs and the sheet back up as quick as I could, but he saw
me before I could do it. I thought he was going to be really mad, but he
just smiled and came and sat down beside me. He told me it was all right to
play with yourself, that all boys do it. He said that he had wondered when
I would get around to doing it. He asked if I could come yet, and I told
him no."

"He got up and went into his bathroom. He returned with a towel and some
hand cream. He said he could show me how to make it feel really good. I
didn't want him to, but he pulled down the sheet and made me lift my hips
off the bed. When I did, he pulled my underpants all the way off. I thought
I was going to die of embarrassment. He hadn't seen me naked since I was
about 8."

"I started to get up, but he made me lie down again. He put some of the
hand cream on his hand, and put it all over my dick. It had gone down some,
but that made it come back up in a hurry. It felt lots better than when I
had rubbed it myself. He started pumping faster and faster, and I felt like
I was going to explode. I shot all over my chest, stomach, and the bed. It
was the first time I had ever come."

"He told me how proud he was of me. He said I was on my way to being a man
now. I was proud that I could come, but also still embarrassed to be naked
in front of him. He cleaned me up with the towel, got my underpants and
pulled them back on me, kissed me on the forehead, and turned out the
lights. I guess I went to sleep pretty quickly."

"He started coming in every night after that. I didn't want him too, but it
did feel really good. He did it to me every night for about a week. He
called it our play time together."

"One night, he came in wearing just his underpants. He had never done that
before. He was already hard, and you could easily see his dick sticking out
in front of his briefs. He did it to me once again, and then told me it was
time that he got some pleasure out of this, too. He said it wasn't fair
that I got all the pleasure, and he got nothing. He took off his briefs and
lay down beside me, turning me on my side away from him. I must have been
stupid, but I really had no idea what he was going to do. I felt him
sliding closer to me, and pull my legs up, but I was too scared to move. I
didn't really understand what he wanted until I felt him slide into me."

"I thought he was going to split me apart. I yelled out, and told him to
stop, but he wouldn't. He just said that he would go slow so it wouldn't
hurt so much, and that if I yelled out, he would just go faster. I cried
the whole time he was doing it to me. When he was finished, he just cleaned
me up, kissed me on the forehead like he always did, pulled up the covers,
and turned out the light like nothing had happened."

"He started doing it every night. He would always do me first, even though
I kept asking him to leave me alone and not do anything to me. One night, I
locked the door so he couldn't come in.  He yelled at me when he tried to
open the door, and said I would be in really big trouble if I didn't open
the door. I still didn't open it."

"He was waiting for me the next day when I finally came out of my room. I
couldn't stay in there forever, so I had to come out sometime. I was hoping
that he wouldn't be mad, and we could talk about it. I wanted to explain
how much it hurt me when he did it to me, and convince him to stop.  I
thought he loved me, and would never do anything to hurt me. He just
grabbed me and forced me back in my bedroom. He took off his belt and told
me that I would get a beating every time I tried to keep him from doing it
to me. He beat me really hard, for a long time. When I was crying from all
the pain, he pulled off all my clothes and did it anyway. I couldn't stop
him."

"He pretty much did it to me anytime he wanted to after that. I didn't want
him to beat me, and I had no one else to turn to. He even stopped giving me
my turn first. All he was interested in was his fun. He didn't care if it
hurt me or not.", Brad said, as he burst into tears. He couldn't say any
more right now.

Both Sam and Rick had tears running down their cheeks. "I am so sorry,
Brad. I really am. I can't do anything about what you have been through in
the past, but I can help stop him from doing it to you any more. If he gets
you back home with him after you have told on him, I think the beatings
will just get worse. You could be killed if he got too mad. I can't let
that happen.", Rick said, as he pulled Brad over to him and hugged him as
he cried. Sam also hugged him from the other side as he cried, too.

Brad finally calmed down, and Rick said, "Brad, I need you to listen to
me. I am gay, and my lover has been making love to me for several years. It
doesn't hurt if you are careful and prepare your partner first. If you love
someone, it can be something special between two partners. It is entirely
different than the rapes you are used to. It really feels great, if the
person who is doing to you loves you and lets you get comfortable first. I
know that is hard for you to believe right now, but it is true."

"What does happen is the entrance to your anus gets puffy and does not
close tightly any more after you have been done it a lot of times. You stay
looser than you used to before you started doing it. I need you to let me
see you. There is no reason to be embarrassed. We are all boys here.  If I
can tell him that I know for sure that he has raped you over and over,
maybe I can get him to grant custody to your mother without getting the
police involved. If we have to call the police, they will force you to
remove all your clothes in front of a bunch of them and have a doctor give
you a physical. They will even take pictures of you naked, and I don't want
you to have to go through that if we can help it. We have to stop him,
though, or you will really be hurt. Do you understand?", Rick asked.

Brad stood up, and said, "I understand. But, I just can't do that right
now. I have gone through too much already. I just can't strip naked in
front of both of you. I can't!"

"Brad, you have to. I trust Rick completely. You have to give him a
chance. It is not a big deal for us to see you naked. Look, I don't care if
you see me.", Sam said, quickly pulling off his clothes. "Rick needs to see
you in order to stop Dad from taking you back with him. I want you to live
here with Mom and I. I want to have a big brother I can love. Isn't that
worth 60 seconds of being embarrassed.", Sam said, stepping out of his
briefs and standing in front of Brad to let him look at him, as the tears
rolled down his cheeks..

Brad looked at Sam standing bravely in front of him, and said, "I guess."

Where do you want him, Rick.", Sam asked.

"Have him lean over the edge of the desk. I can use the lamp for extra
light.", Rick answered.

Sam grabbed Brad by the hand and lead him over to the desk. "Please,
Brad. Do this for all of us.  Let me help you. It will all over in a
minute.", Sam said, as his hands went to the front of Brad's shorts. Brad
just stood like a statue, tears falling down his face, as his little
brother undressed him like he was a small child.

When his shorts and briefs were around his ankles, Sam gently forced him to
lie down across the desk. It didn't take Rick but one look to know that he
had been raped, and raped repeatedly. His entrance was the loosest he had
ever seen.

"OK, Brad, that is all I need to see. Sam, help him get dressed, and stay
in here with him. I am going to talk to your mother for a few minutes. I
promise I will not go over any details, just that Brad has been raped over
and over. And, I need to see if I can find out where the bastard is
staying.", Rick said.

Sam helped Brad to stand up, and hugged him to him instead of either of
them getting dressed.  They both just held each other and cried.

     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.