Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2000 14:34:11 -0500
From: fsw <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Matt and Mike - Chapter 3.

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 Three

After that night, we became inseparable. We spent as much of each day
together as we could. Our parents approved, and we were at each other's
houses constantly. We also found that one of our most favorite ways of
passing our time was exploring the woods behind Mike's house. Well, mostly
just one spot in the woods. You know. Just boy stuff. Fooling
around. Wrestling on the blanket. Fucking like rabbits. That kind of thing.

The clearing in the woods became our second home. We soon gave out of KY
Jelly, and we took turns buying more. We never went together. Can you guess
why?

Mike didn't seem to have a problem. He went into the drug store without
worrying about it. He never failed. I went in like I knew everyone in the
store knew WHY I was buying it. Mike always bought nothing but the jelly. I
always bought lots of other items, anything to disguise what I really
wanted. I had so many combs by the end of the summer, I was set for
life. Too bad I had cut my hair really short.

The one pain in our life was my brother Rick. He was 19, four years older
than me, and was constantly on my case. He was always picking on me and
calling me names. Classic "Sibling Rivalry". We had never gotten along. He
had been too big for me to confront, so I had no choice but to endure his
torments. At least, we didn't have to share a bedroom. I was called "Baby
Face", and "Queer Boy" until I was ready to buy a gun and shoot him
dead. Buying a gun for me wasn't as easy as it seems to be now, with all
the shootings at schools in this country, so I didn't try to get one. I
really didn't want him dead, I just wanted him to leave me alone. He had
left last year to go to college, which I was eternally thankful for.

Mike and I got tired of the hard ground, but not of each other. We just
wanted to be able to be comfortable when we made love. Both of our parents
were College Professors, so they were gone for most of every day, including
summer vacation. We did have to dodge Rick, though.

Even though my parents made lots of money, Rick was expected to work during
the summer to make extra money for things he wanted at his college that was
not budgeted for. He found a summer job that fit with Dad's schedule, so
Dad would drop him off in the morning and pick him up on the way
home. Perfect arrangement. Except for one day during the summer.

Mike and I had the house all to our selves, and decided to take advantage
of the situation. We had run upstairs and tore off each other's clothes,
both hungry for sex. We never made love at my house. I was too afraid of
stains. But, we could work on our math. 69'ing. I guess that is math.

Anyway, we were busy with each other, and didn't hear the door opening
downstairs. Rick had got off work early, and had called Dad to see if he
could pick him up earlier than usual. For one of the few times in his life,
Dad was also caught up, and agreed to pick him up about two hours earlier
than normal. Good for them, BAD for us.

My major mistake was leaving the TV on in the den. We had been watching
MTV, but the songs on were boring, and had started watching each other
instead. One thing led to another, and we ended up in my bedroom. We left
the TV on with the sound on full blast.

My Dad has many hangups, and one of them is electricity. I have heard the
speech a thousand times, and I can almost quote him word for word as he
gives it. "I pay the bills here, not you. All I am asking for is a little
cooperation. Just turn off all the lights when you leave a room. Don't
leave the TV on, when you aren't watching it. The picture tube is only good
for so many hours."  Etcetera, etcetera. On and on. When he got on a roll,
it could last for days. At least, it seemed like days.

One thing he didn't like was me turning up the sound all the way on our 52"
wide screen TV. It was his baby, and he protected it like it was his
child. Lots more than he would have protected me. When he came home and
found it on and the volume all the way up, he immediately headed for my
room.

We never heard anything, until he tried to open the door. At least, I had
enough sense to lock it.  Imagine being in a 69 position, almost ready for
both of you to come, and you hear your father shout, "Matt, open this door
right now!", as he pounded on the door. Talk about killing an erection!

Mike and I scrambled to our feet. We were naked, and knew we couldn't open
the door. "Dad, just give me a minute. I'll be right down.", I said, trying
to buy time, as we hurriedly tried to put on our clothes.

"OK, I will be waiting in the den. I want to see you right away. Is there
anyone else in there with you?", he asked, calming down.

What choice did I have. Could I make Mike jump from the second story
window? "Yeah, Mike is here with me. We were working on something
together. We got the room really messy, and want to clean up before we come
down. Is that all right?", I stammered.

"Sure, son", Dad replied with a smile. "Take your time. Your mother would
have a fit if you left your room really messy, you know that. I think it is
time for Mike to go home, though. When you are ready, come down and we are
going to have a long talk.", he replied.

We had almost finished dressing. I didn't know if he could tell, but he had
heard clothes being put on rapidly. "OK, Dad, we will be down in a
minute. Mike has to go home, anyway.", I said, still shaking. Mike was
looking concerned, also.

When we were finally dressed, we re-made the bed, and went
downstairs. "I'll se you later, Matt.  Call me later if you get a chance.",
he said. "Good luck", he whispered.

I looked over at Rick, and he had a big grin on his face. He was loving the
fact that I was in trouble. He made a little shooing gesture with his
hands, eager for me to go in and face my fate. I knew he was going to
listen, which made the situation all the worse. I knew I was dead! Rick
would make my life Hell from now on. I slowly entered the den, knowing my
life was over. I was about to die.

My Dad was sitting in his favorite chair, drinking a scotch and water. "Sit
down, Matt.", he ordered. I sat down on the sofa and looked at him. At
least, he wasn't acting mad. He had quite a temper, and it could go off at
any time. I tried to remember the last time he had whipped me. It had been
about a year. Surely, I was too old for a good old bare bottom beating like
I had gotten all my life. I knew that Rick was hoping I wasn't too old. My
head was spinning with thoughts about my sure demise.

"First of all, I wouldn't have even come up to your room if you had just
turned off the TV like I have told you to, over and over. Plus, you had the
volume turned up all the way, and you know I don't want you to do
that. This TV cost over $2,000.00, and I don't want to have to replace it
anytime soon.", he said.

"I know. I am sorry. I know I am supposed to turn everything off. I just
forgot.", I whimpered.

"You must have left the room very quickly to have forgotten to at least
turn it down. Maybe, a spur of the moment decision? Why did you have your
door locked, Matt? Were you and Mike fooling around in there? Maybe, you
got a little too hot down here, and had to run upstairs for a little
relief? It sure sounded like clothes being pulled on really fast through
the door.", he said.

My mouth dropped open, and I blushed like crazy. I didn't know what to
say. How did he know?  I knew I would be dead at any second. Or, at least I
wouldn't be able to sit for dinner.

Dad just laughed. "Now, don't be embarrassed. I thought so. The color of
your face gives you away. Don't worry about it. Almost all boys fool around
together when they are your age. I know I did, and I have never regretted
it. I caught Rick and a friend beating each other off with the door wide
open when he was 13. He blushed about the same color as you did when he saw
me watching. Doing stuff with other boys is just part of growing up. Rick
did it, and he turned out straight. Millions of other boys have fooled
around when they were young, and also turned out completely straight. Do
you think you are gay, Matt?", he asked.

God! One minute everything is right with the world, I have Mike as a friend
and lover, and no one knows. The next minute, my Dad is asking if I am gay!
How could things get so screwed up in such a short time. What do I say now?
"I don't know, Dad.", was all I could think of at the time.

"Matt, come over here.", he said quietly.

I got up and walked over like a little boy, standing in front of him
apprehensively. "I know you are too old for this, but come sit with me like
you used to do when you were little.", he said, pulling me down to sit on
his lap sideways. "Matt, if you decide you are gay, your mother and I will
still love you like we always have. Nothing will change. I want you to know
that right now. I think you are way too young to know what you are going to
be when you get to be an adult, and I think you should just enjoy being a
kid for a while yet, and not worry about it. But, either way, we will still
love you and support you.", he said.

This was the first time my Dad had showed affection for me in a long
time. It came, when I had really thought he was going to go ballistic and I
would be dead. I broke down totally, like the little boy that I felt I was
at the moment. "Thanks, Daddy. I love you. I really do. I am just so
confused right now. I don't know if I am gay or not. I do like Mike, but I
don't know if it is love or what. I am just sooo confused.", I said, as I
cried on his shoulder.

He just held me like he used to when I was small, and let me cry myself
out. "That's OK, Matt, just get it out of your system. I think we need to
spend more time together, so you can discuss anything that you are having
problems with. Would you like that?", he asked.

"Sure, Dad, I would really like that. Thanks for caring about me.", I
answered, calming down.

"Why don't you go up to your room and wash your face? I think we have
talked enough for the first time. Maybe you can go with me to my office
once a week, so we can talk some more. I think we have grown apart too much
lately. I really would like to get to know you better, and I think you need
to get to know me better. I think it would be good for both of us, what do
you think?", he asked.

"I would really like that, Dad. Thanks for understanding.", I answered, as
I got off his lap. I walked out of the den, and saw Rick still standing
where he had been when I walked in. He just smiled at me, and followed me
upstairs.

When we were out of Dad's range of hearing, Rick said, "So you really are a
little `Gay Boy`, huh? I always thought so. I guess it is your turn to be
`Daddy's Little Boy`. I can't wait until I see Mike again, so I can tell
him I know he is a little faggot, too.", he taunted.

I exploded. "Why are you always so mean to me? Dad told me you he caught
you with another boy, yet you torment me all the time. I hate you! Leave
Mike alone, he has nothing to do with us hating each other. Just leave me
alone!", I yelled, and pushed him hard in the chest. I must have surprised
him, because he stumbled, and almost fell down, falling back and leaning
against the wall for support. I ran into my room, and slammed the door
behind me, locking it before he could force his way inside. I heard Dad
calling out for Rick to come back downstairs, so I knew I was safe.

I fell down on my bed, and cried till I was out of tears. I lived in a
great house, but I felt like I didn't belong here. I hated my home life,
yet I had nowhere else to go. At least I had Mike. And, Dad seemed to want
to spend more time with me, and help me with my problems. Maybe, everything
would be OK after all.

Looking back, it seemed like my life was constantly in turmoil, but I now
see that I was just going through a period of self-discovery. I had to find
out who I really was, and who I was going to be latter. Growing up is not
easy. Especially, if you are gay. I didn't know if I was, but I had some
strong feelings that I was. Every kid growing up has periods of self-doubt,
but gay kids have much deeper worries. Will I be found out? Will I be
ridiculed, or even beaten up? Will everyone hate me? Much more difficult!
But, life goes on, and you just have to do the best you can with the one
life you have.

     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.