Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2000 14:44:47 -0500
From: fsw <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Matt and Mike Chapter 4

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 Four

After I had my little chat with Dad, everything did start to turn out
better. Rick didn't seem to give me such a hard time anymore. Maybe Dad had
something to do with that. I didn't know. I was just glad for the change.

I did start to go to work with Dad sometimes, but not once a week. He even
showed me some gay sites on the Internet, and I found things I never knew
existed. I wanted my own PC more than anything else in the world, except to
be with Mike.

Mike was accepted as one of the family. Either I was at his house, or he
was at mine. Even Rick was civil to him. I didn't know what Dad said to
him, but he never went through with his threat to let Mike know that he
knew we were both gay. Miracles do happen, sometimes!

Mike's parents were out of town somewhere, and Mike was spending the 4th of
July weekend with me. My parents bedroom was downstairs, and Rick had
stayed at a friend's house last night, so we had been free to do anything
that we wanted to do. Being horny teenagers, we had gotten very little
sleep.

We had just put on our briefs and shorts, and gone downstairs. We were
eating breakfast, when Dad came into the room. "Hey, guys. Are you ready
for the cookout today?", he asked.

"What? I don't know what you are talking about?", I answered.

My Dad and I had a really good relationship by now. Totally opposite from
what it had been. He came over and got me in a play head lock, rubbing my
head, and said, "Hello, is there anybody in there?", trying to re-create
the scene from `Back to the Future`, which we all had enjoyed watching
together. Mike just giggled, as Dad continued to torment me.

I jumped away from him, and faked a karate pose, smiling at him. "What are
you are talking about.", I asked.

"I told you about the cook out at Dean William's house over a month
ago. Don't tell me you don't remember. We are all going, including you,
young man.", he said, looking over at Mike. He had almost accepted Mike as
another son after our talk.

We both responded, "Oh, no!", almost at the same time.

"Oh, yes. You are both going. I have already talked with Mike's parents
before they left, and they want Mike to go. You do understand, don't you,
this is business for me. I have to make contacts.  You will do this for
your old man, won't you?", he asked, opening his arms wide.

We had been going through this routine since our talk. This was the signal
for a hug. I had felt he had hated me before our talk, and now I saw he
loved me. Every time he did it, I always came to him like a puppy dog. I
ran to him and hugged him. Mike even felt secure enough to join in.

The three of us hugged, until he released us and said, "Dean Williams has
three sons, two twins about your age Matt, and a third son about your age
Mike. They go to your school, and you might already know them. If not, I am
sure you will make friends fast. Remember, this is the way you both
met. You will have lots of fun, just trust me. Now, go get ready.", he
commanded, slapping us each across the butt as we ran upstairs.

"Your Dad seems to have really changed. He is really neat, now. Him finding
out about us seemed to make you both so much closer. That seems weird,
doesn't it?", Mike observed.

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't care. I like the new Dad so much better than the
old Dad that I don't care what made him change. Let's get dressed for the
party. Maybe, it won't be so bad.", I answered.

I didn't know the two twins very well. I knew their names were Adam and
Jeff, but they were jocks and hung around a totally different crowd than I
did. I didn't have a clue who the younger brother was, and Mike knew a
little about him, but not much.

It seemed like no time, and we were pulling in front of their house. They
had bought an old farm, had totally torn down the old house, and had
rebuilt a brand new house. Being Dean of History must mean he makes lots
more money than my father. We went inside, and both were impressed with the
house. We finally escaped the crowd inside, and went out to find the
boys. We didn't have to look long, they found us.

"Hey, you must be Matt and Mike. I am Rob. My brothers Adam and Jeff are
right over there, sitting at one of the picnic tables. They want to meet
you, too. I have this all planned out. We won't eat for at least an hour,
maybe an hour and a half. Have you ever been horseback riding?  We have
four horses. We can all go for a ride. Would you like that? I love to ride
our horses.", Rob said quickly. He had run all his words together, like he
was on speed or something. This kid was is serious need of something to
calm him down.

We just looked at each other and grinned. Horseback riding? I had never
done that, and I didn't think Mike had either. I was eager to try. Ron took
us over and introduced us to his brothers, who were equally happy to meet
us. We were soon talking like we had been old friends for a long time. Adam
and Jeff were very friendly, not like the usual jock crowd at my high
school. I really liked all three boys.

All three boys were blonde and blue eyed. Adam and Jeff were fraternal
twins, and did not really look like each other at all. But, both were good
looking. Very good looking! They were tall for their age, about 5'11", and
very trim. Rob was good looking, too, but he was really short for his age,
maybe about 5'2". He had a really cute body, though. Mike and I had a lot
of fun just watching the other boys, and exchanging knowing smiles. We both
had the same thing on our mind. How to get these three boys out of their
clothes.

There were no other kids around our ages, so we got permission form Dad and
headed for the stable. They had four horses, which were all gentle, and we
all helped getting them saddled and ready. The horses seemed to like the
idea of getting out for a ride as much as we did.

"I am the smallest, Matt, so you can ride my horse, and I will ride in
front of you. I will teach you how to ride a horse. Is that all right with
you?", Rob asked.

"Sure, that is all right, I guess.", I answered.

We all rode around for a while. Matt and Mike were really enjoying their
first horseback ride.  They finally rode up to a shady spot overlooking a
wide creek, and all dismounted. "Let's take a break for a few minutes. We
can unsaddle the horses, and let them graze while we sit on their blankets
and get to know each other a little better.", Rob said.

It was pretty hot, so we all agreed. Soon, we had all four blankets spread
out on the ground, and Rob got a pack of playing cards out from his
saddlebag.

"How about we play some cards while we talk? We could play Blackjack. I am
really good at that game. I will be dealer, and will play all of you.", Rob
bragged.

"How are we going to keep up with who is winning and who is losing?", Mike
asked. "We didn't bring any money with us."

"We could play Strip Blackjack, kind of like Strip Poker, except with
Blackjack. Every hand you lose, you have to take off a piece of clothing
and give it to me. You can win your own clothes back, but you can't put
them back on once you have taken them off. If you beat me, I have to take
off something and give to you, unless I have something that belongs to
someone else that I have already won. If all of you beat me on the first
hand, I have to remove four pieces of clothing.  I won't have to worry
about that, though. I will have all four of you naked in no time.", Rob
bragged once again.

"One thing about our little brother, he isn't shy. Come on, let's play. The
four of us can easily beat him. Once we get him naked, we can make him ride
back almost all the way to the house completely naked. He had to do that
once when he tried this on someone else.", Adam said.

We all agreed, and the game started. What neither of us knew was Rob was
using a marked deck of cards. At the top left hand corner of each card was
a small wheel. It consisted of twelve spokes, with a small circle in the
center. An Ace had a small dot in the circle. A two had a dot at 1 o'clock,
three at 2 o'clock, etc. A King ended the circle with a dot at 12
o'clock. Rob and his brothers had practiced reading the cards, and Rob had
even invented a method of communicating with his brothers whether it was
safe to take another card or not. If his thumb was on the deck, it was
safe. If his thumb was to the side, do not take a card. We didn't know it,
but we had been set up.

It wasn't long before Mike and I had lost both our shoes, socks, belt, and
shirt. The twins had lost their shoes and socks, but had won them back. Rob
also had lost his shoes and socks, but also had most of our clothes to play
with. Mike and I both lost the next round, and we both stood up to remove
our shorts. We kind of looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. We
couldn't back out now, so we both pulled them down and off, tossing them to
Rob.

We sat back down next to each other, dressed only in our white briefs. We
were both blushing.  Our plan hadn't exactly worked out like we had hoped.

"All right!", Rob gushed. "One more hand ought to do it. You are both on a
losing streak.  Nothing can save you now.", he gloated. We noticed all
three boys were staring at us between our legs. What the Hell, let them
look if they want. I would be looking at them if I was in their place.

But, something did save us. We heard a dinner bell ringing off in the
distance. "Oh, shit, we have stayed too long. They are ready for us to come
home. We are going to in for it. Everyone get dressed. Hurry!", Adam
commanded.

We all dressed as quickly as we could. It took Mike and I longer than the
rest because we had lots more to put on than they did. The other three boys
had already run after the horses, who had wandered off. By the time we had
got them saddled with their blankets back in place, the bell rang once
again. "Oh, no. They never ring the bell more than once unless they are
pissed. Come on, guys, let's ride and ride fast.", Jeff said.

We did ride fast, lots faster than we rode over here. I almost fell off
once, and had to put my arms around Rob's waist to steady myself. When I
did that, Rob actually looked around and smiled at me. I took this as his
consent, so I kept my hands there, and actually started to rub his stomach
a little. This made Rob lean back towards my chest with his back, getting
us as close together as possible. This made ne start to get hard, and I
knew Rob could feel it, since his butt was pressed directly between my
legs. Again, he looked back and smiled at me. This one was more of a lear
than a smile. This was not an innocent little boy.

We finally got back to the barn, but we still had to unsaddle the horses,
and put them out to pasture so they could cool off. When we finally ran up
to all the picnic tables, sweat was running down our faces.

We were quickly summoned over to the main table, where Mr. and
Mrs. Williams were sitting with my parents. I could tell Dad was
fuming. "Where have you boys been. We have all been waiting for you. The
food is getting cold. What do you have to say for yourselves?", Rob's Dad
fumed.

"We are sorry. We stopped down by the creek to talk and cool down. We
unsaddled the horses, and when we heard the bell, they wouldn't come to
us. It took a while to get them saddled. We are sorry", Jeff said.

"Just go to you table over there, and we will talk about this later.", his
father said. We all knew that we hadn't heard the last of their talk.

We all bowed our heads, as Mr. Williams gave thanks. We all ate like we
hadn't seen food forever. Who knew, this could be our last meal, if we were
all going to be killed later. We were all kind of quiet, though, since we
did not want to draw attention to ourselves.

Lunch was finally over, and we cleaned up our table, throwing the paper
plates and plastic cups in the trash cans that were scattered around the
tables. We were about to try and escape, when my Dad said, "Not so fast. We
aren't through talking about this, young man." Oh, great, this sounded just
like the Dad I knew so well before we started to get friendly with each
other. I hoped not, but it sounded like the recent good times were over.

All five of us were dragged over to the barn, where the other guests
couldn't hear. Then started the 60,000 questions. What were you really
doing. Why did it take so long to get back. On and on. Finally, Dad said,
"Well, maybe I really don't want to know what you were really doing.", and
he and Mr. Williams stormed off. We were relieved that this talk was over,
but all of us knew that it would come up again.

We went up to Jeff and Adam's room, and messed around up there for a
while. "Hey, guys, why don't we ask if you can spend the night. Everyone
will leaving soon, and we can go swimming, and then finish our game of
Blackjack later tonight.", Rob asked.

"We could ask, but I don't think Dad will let us. He is still pretty mad.",
I answered.

"Rob is pretty good at getting his way. You know, the baby of the family
always gets what he wants, or he pouts or has a temper tantrum. We could at
least try.", Jeff said.

I looked at Mike, and he just shook his head yes. "OK, but I warned you.",
I said.

Lots of the guests had already left, and I saw my parents talking to their
parents. We walked over, where the two fathers just glared at us.

"Can Matt and Mike spend the night? We want to go swimming. We won't be any
more trouble, I promise.", Rob said in his best little boy voice.

"No!", Dad said firmly.

Tears immediately formed in the corners of Rob's eyes. "Please! It isn't
their fault we got back late. Everyone else tied their horses to a limb,
but I didn't tie mine tight enough. It was my horse that strayed off. It
was all my fault. Mom, please let them stay.", he cried, and flung himself
over to his mother.

She held him as he cried, and said, "That's all right, Rob, it isn't
anyone's fault. We should have made it clear when we wanted you back. Why
don't you let the boys stay? They seem to be making friends quickly. We
have plenty of room. We frequently have other boys spending the night, and
they know my rules, and don't break them.", she said.

Our mothers started talking, and then Mom said, "What are you two going to
do for clean clothes?"

Mrs. Williams just said, "Don't worry about that. I have a washing machine
that doesn't stop very often. I can just throw them all in the pool, and
clean their clothes while they are in there. The kids have lots of clothes
they can lend them while I get theirs washed."

Dad begrudgingly gave in. "We will talk about this more when you get home
tomorrow.", he growled. Yep. Old Dad is back. Well, it was kind of nice
while it lasted.

We all went back upstairs to Jeff and Adam's room. "Let's go swimming. We
can easily find some suits that will fit both of you.", Rob said eagerly. I
knew he really wanted to see us naked more than he wanted to swim.

"Sure, that would be fun.", Mike said. I agreed. I knew both Mike and I
wanted to see them naked, also, and they had certainly seen far more of us
than we had seen of them.

"All right!", Rob yelled, and ran to his room.

"See, I told you he has a way about getting what he wants. He has used it
against us enough times. He is a conniving little bastard. It is always a
good idea to keep him on your good side.", Jeff kidded, as he looked for
their swim suits.

Rob soon came back in with two swim suits, and handed one to Mike. "This is
too big for me, so it should fit you fine. Jeff, give one to Matt so we can
all get changed.", Rob said, already pulling his shirt over his head.

He didn't ask if we wanted to go somewhere private to get changed, he just
started stripping in front of us. Mike and I looked at each other and gave
each other a little grin. If this is what they had in mind, we didn't have
any problem with it. We had hoped for it from the beginning.

(Author's Note: Matt has just told me that Adam, Jeff and Rob are following
this story, so this is for you. I am releasing this chapter early just so I
can add this for you. Hope you like the way I have portrayed
you. Especially you, Rob. You might be a little mad at me. Too late
now. E-mail me, and let me know what you think. I am not up to Labor Day
Weekend yet, (Chapter 9) so you still have time for input.)

     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.