Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 10:42:17 -0500
From: fsw <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Matt and Mike Chapter 7

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 Seven

All six of us did get extremely close. We spent as much time together as
possible, but the distance between us made it difficult. Most of our time
spent together was spent at the William's house, whenever Mike or I could
talk someone into dropping us off and picking us back up later. We did have
a couple of sleep overs at Mike's house, where we all could sleep in
sleeping bags in his basement. Well, we were supposed to sleep in the
sleeping bags. We really didn't have enough room at my house for six boys
to sleep together.

Mike and spent almost all our time together. We always had fun around each
other, except for when we were around my asshole brother.

We walked in one afternoon, and Rick was in the kitchen. "Well, if it isn't
`Queer Boy` and his little girl friend. What are you two fags doing here?
Going upstairs for a little game of nooky?", he snarled.

"Rick, why can't you just leave us alone. We don't ever do anything to
you.", I pleaded.

"Hey, I am just playing with you. See, I like your little girl friend,
too.", he said, as he walked over and grabbed Mike. "Why don't you get down
on your knees and give me a blow job like to do my little fag brother. I
know you really want to do that."

Seeing him grab Mike made me mad. "Leave him alone, Asshole.", I yelled,
and tried to make Rick let go of him. Rick just knocked both of us down,
and laughed in our faces. I burst out crying and Mike just looked red faced
and angry. Both of us hated Rick, but he was too big for us to be able to
do anything to him. Tears were streaming down my face, as Mike and I
climbed the stairs. We could still hear Rick laughing as we entered my room
and locked the door.

Mike didn't say anything, he just pulled me to him and let me cry on his
shoulder. "I hate him. At times, I wish I could kill him.", I cried.

"I know. I hate him, too. He is so mean to you.", Mike answered.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just enjoying each other's company. No
sex. Rick had completely gotten us out of the mood.

The next day, Dad wanted me to go to work with him. No use starting a major
battle, so I agreed.  We dropped Rick off at work, and off we went. Dad let
me play some games on his computer, but they soon became boring. "Dad, I
don't have anything to do. I am bored with all your games.", I
whined. Maybe if I complained enough, I wouldn't have to come back with him
again.

"Here, let me show you some sites on the Internet I know about. That will
keep you occupied.", he said. He signed on, and entered
"http://www.boypics.com". He had his own membership and password, which I
wondered about, but as soon as I saw all the pictures, I never gave it a
second thought.

There were hundreds of pictures of naked boys, ranging from about the age
of 5 or 6, to 16 or 17.  There were speedo and underwear pictures,
also. Some were in black and white, but most were in color. I was in
heaven.

"Do you think this will keep you occupied for a while?", he asked.

I just grinned up at him, and nodded. Maybe Dad knowing I was gay had some
benefits.

He kept working, but every so often, he would come and see what I was
looking at. Once, he glanced down at my crotch, where a very noticeable
bulge was showing, and said, "Maybe, once you get home, you can take care
of that.", he said, pointing at it.

I blushed, but then smiled and nodded. He couldn't show me this site and
not expect me to get excited.

He just grinned, squeezed my shoulder lovingly, and went back to work.

Finally, we were ready to leave to go and pick up Rick from work. I didn't
want to go. I wanted to look around some more. "Come on, Matt. You can come
back with me some other time and see the rest. Would you like that?", Dad
asked.

"Yeah, Dad, I would.", I agreed eagerly. I wanted my own PC!

"Well, you were nice in keeping me company today. I bought you something
that you can take home with you, but you have to make sure that your mother
doesn't find it. Do you promise?", he asked, smiling.

"Sure, Dad, what is it?", I asked.

"I'll show it to you when we get in the car. Are you ready?", he asked.

"Sure, Dad.", I replied.

We locked his office, and walked down the hall with his arm around my
shoulders. Dad didn't show me much affection, and I was surprised by him
doing it in public. I didn't discourage him, I was just surprised.

We finally got to the car, and unlocked it and we got inside. He opened his
briefcase, and got out something in a paper wrapper and handed it to me. I
took out two magazines. One was a hard core sex magazine, showing men and
women having sex together in all possible ways. The other was named "Nudist
Youth", and showed pictures of boys and girls in a nudist colony, all
completely naked. I was awe struck.

"Thanks, Dad.", I said, and hugged him tight. He hugged back. I couldn't
remember the last time we had hugged. Maybe, I was 10 or 11. Like I said,
he didn't show me much affection.

I couldn't wait to start looking through the magazines. He drove off, and I
started looking through the first one. I was hard in a mili-second. As I
looked, my hard-on became painful, so I reached outside my shorts and
rearranged it so it was down my left pant leg. I even forced the head
through the leg opening of my briefs so I could have as much freedom as
possible. I knew Dad glanced over ever so often and was watching me, but I
didn't care.

We got to where Rick worked, but he was not outside. Dad parked way off in
the parking lot facing the store, where we could watch for Rick, but not
where anyone would drive by us.

He opened the console of his Jeep Cherokee Limited, where one of the
standard features was a tissue dispenser. He tore off three tissues, and
handed them to me. "I don't know how long Rick will be. It doesn't look
like you will be able to keep from coming that long. Your mother might be
home, and I don't think you want to explain a big wet spot in front of your
shorts to her, do you?  I don't mind. Go ahead and beat off right now. I
have seen your penis hundreds of times before.", he said softly.

I blushed when he said that, but he could plainly see me playing with
myself. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I opened my shorts right
in front of him, pulled my briefs under my balls, and pulled it out in the
open. I didn't look at him, I was too embarrassed. I concentrated on the
magazine.

He looked at me, however. Did he ever! If I had looked up at him, I would
have seen a huge grin on his face. If I could have read his mind, I
wouldn't have liked what I would have found.

I was not trying to set a record for quickest cum. I was more fondling
myself as I looked at the magazine. Rick finally came outside, and Dad
said, "There is Rick. Better cover up until we are driving, Matt.", he
said.

"OK, Dad.", I answered. I put it back inside, again down my left thigh,
pulled up my underwear, and pulled closed the front of my shorts. I didn't
attempt to zip them up and fasten the top button, though. I had plans for
the ride home, Rick or no Rick. I was too worked up. I did put the
magazines under the bag they came in. Not in it. Just under it. Hurry up,
Dad, and pick up Rick.

He drove over, and Rick got in behind me. He said hello to Dad, and nothing
to me. I didn't care.  So, he hated me. I hated him right back!

We started the drive home. One of the advantages of having a Jeep Cherokee
is that you sit up high, and no one except a tractor trailer driver can see
inside. I looked over at Dad at a stop light, and he looked down at my
crotch, smiled, and nodded for me to continue. I didn't hesitate. It was
out in no time, and I was back into my new magazine.

We had driven several miles, as Rick and Dad talked a little. I was
completely silent. Rick finally leaned over to see what I was looking at,
and went crazy. His right arm went around the seat and under my throat,
choking me. His left went over the console, knocked the magazine out of my
hands, and grabbed me by the balls. I cried out in pain.

"Dad, when are you going to start beating the shit out of this little
faggot. I can't believe he is beating off in your car to some homo
magazine. You have to start disciplining him like you did me when I was his
age.", he yelled.

"Rick, let him go!", Dad yelled. He pulled into a K-Mart shopping center,
and parked well away from anyone else, and got out.

"You are going to get it now, you little faggot!", Rick snarled, also
getting out.

I knew Dad was going to open the door and start beating me, so I quickly
put it back inside my shorts, and zipped up. If I was going to undergo the
humiliation of a public beating, at least my shorts wouldn't fall down. I
might as well have put it back in. It had gone back soft after Rick grabbed
my balls and all the yelling. New movie title? "Scared soft!". Nah.

Rick also expected Dad to start beating me, and was totally caught off
guard when he was jerked around and slapped across the face by Dad. "Don't
you ever do anything like that to your brother, do you understand me? If I
ever see you do anything like that again, I will beat the ever loving shit
out of you! Do you understand?", he yelled at the top of his lungs,
grabbing Rick by the shirt collar and almost lifting him off the ground.

Dad was lots bigger than either Rick or I. He was 6'5", 285 pounds. We were
slightly taller than average, but got most of our looks and body size from
our mother's side of the family. Dad was as much bigger than Rick as Rick
was to me.

I stared wide eyed with my mouth open at the two of them. But, secretly,
deep inside, I was saying, "Kick his ass, Dad. Beat him to a bloody pulp."
I couldn't do it, but Dad could. I thought back on all the mean things Rick
had done to me lately, and I wanted pay back. Unfortunately, Rick was so
surprised, he did nothing but stare at Dad passively.

"Get in the fucking car. This isn't over, it just is in public.", Dad
yelled.

They both got in, and not another word was spoken until we pulled in the
driveway. Mom had left a note saying she wouldn't be home until late. Dad
marched Rick straight upstairs to his bedroom, where I hoped to hear
screams come shortly. I ran and got the tissue box from the downstairs
bathroom, and sat down in the den to look at my magazines. Fuck Rick! He
deserves what he gets, for the way he has treated me.

They stayed upstairs for a long time. I got so horny, I finally stripped
off all my clothes.  Everything! Not all at once. Socks and shoes went
first. Then shorts. Then shirt. Then briefs. I had already come twice when
I heard them walking down the stairs.

I quickly pulled on my briefs, and stood up. That was all I had time to put
on before they were right in front of me. Dad just looked me up and own,
and smiled at me. I was still hard, and it showed prominently under the
thin cotton of my briefs. He sat down in his chair, and told Rick and I to
sit down.

Now, I was fifteen, and way too old to be sitting in my Dad's lap, but I
hated Rick. I wasn't about to sit anywhere near him, so I crawled onto
Dad's lap in his chair. He had been good to me today, and had stood up to
Rick for me, so I guess I reverted back to being a little boy. I don't
know. All I know is I did it. Who knows why you do things?

Rick's eyes were red. He had been crying. I couldn't believe it. My big,
bad, faggot hating brother had cried in front of Dad! The only thing that
could be better would have been if I had heard Rick screaming as Dad beat
him. Maybe, right at the same time as I came from looking at the
magazines. Yeah, that's it, I come while listening to Dad beat Rick! What a
fantasy!!!!

"Matt, Rick has something to say to you. I think I will leave you two alone
so you can work out your differences. I am going down to the local
bar. Have fun.", he said, as he got his keys and left.

I stood and looked at Rick with big eyes. Was he going to take out all his
frustrations on me? I was scared.

He just got up and smiled at me. That scared me even more. He sat down in
Dad's chair, and said, "Come sit with me like you did Dad. I swear I won't
hurt you. I want to apologize to you, not hurt you anymore. I want to
explain why I have been so mean to you. That's not part of the deal with
Dad, but you need to know. I love you. I know you don't believe me, after
the way I have treated you, but I do. And, if you will just trust me a
little, we can become friends like we should have been all along. Please
come sit with me.", he pleaded.

I was very apprehensive, but I slowly came closer and closer to him. It was
like I expected him to reach out and grab me like in some horror movie. He
didn't, however. He just continued to smile, and held out his arms to
me. Warning signals were going off in many parts of my brain, but I finally
sat down in his lap. I was also too old to be sitting in my 19 year old
brother's lap, but it had already been a really weird day. What else could
be next?

"Look, I am sorry. I promise no more taunting. I love you. I always have.",
he said, and kissed me on the mouth. I couldn't believe it. I just stared
at him like he was an alien from outer space. I knew he wasn't, but what
kind of being had invaded my brother's body? This couldn't be him!

"I have to tell you the truth. Otherwise, you won't believe me. First, Dad
threatened that he would tell you about me and him unless I made up with
you. I will tell you myself, but later.  What I have been trying to do is
keep you from being gay, and letting Dad know. If you are gay, it is your
business, not anyone else's. But, you are being so outgoing about it, I
knew it was only a matter of time before he was on you, like he was on to
me.", Rick said, bursting into tears.

My eyes opened wide. I didn't know what to think. Rick and Dad? Rick was
trying to protect me? Is this all just a nightmare? I still didn't trust
Rick, so I gave him no support, I just watched him cry. Earlier, I would
have given anything to watch this, but my hatred was melting.

He finally got control of himself, and continued. "It wasn't bad, or
anything. He first came into my room when I was 12, almost 13. I still
didn't know how to beat off. Mom was out of town. I loved him, and he never
showed me much affection. When he started to hug me, and rub all over my
body, I loved it. He pulled me into his lap, and kissed me on the cheek. He
hugged me. I didn't care when he laid me down on the bed and pulled off my
underwear. He was my Daddy. I loved him, and I was getting more affection
than anytime in my life. When he took me into his mouth, it was the most
incredible thing I had ever felt. I came almost immediately. That was all
we did that night."

"Anytime Mom was out of town, he always came into my room after you went to
sleep. I really didn't like it, but how was I going to stop him? I was
getting attention from him, and I did want that, but I was feeling really
guilty. This happened about three or four times. Then, the last time, when
I was still recovering from him sucking me off, he greased up his dick,
raised my legs, and shoved it into me.", Rick said, crying freely.

"What?", I screamed. "No way!"

"I swear he did. He didn't lube me up first, or anything. He had half of it
in me before I ever knew what was going on. It hurt like Hell. I started to
scream, but he put his hand over my mouth. He told me that if I screamed,
he would beat the shit out of me. He said to take it like a man. What could
I do? His body had me pinned. I just bit my lip, and took it the best I
could. When he was finally finished, he just walked out like nothing had
happened.", Rick continued.

"God, that is awful. I am so sorry.", I said, breaking down and hugging
him. We held each other and cried together for several minutes. All my past
hatred for my brother was washed away by the tears. We were finally
becoming the brothers that we should have been all along. Loving, caring,
sharing. All the good things. All the bad times were behind us, now. I
loved him, and he loved me back.

We finally quit crying, and he said, "I want to finish. I don't ever want
to talk about this again, OK, so I want you to know all of it. The next
morning when I finally got out of bed, Mom had gone to work and you had
already left the house. I dressed, although it was painful to do so, and
went downstairs. He was reading his paper and drinking coffee like
always. Just like nothing had happened the night before."

"I exploded. This was the first time in my life I had ever stood up to
Dad. I called him every bad word I knew. I told him I was going to tell Mom
when she got home. I threatened to call the police, but that was to scare
him. He looked so shocked as I went on, it gave me more and more
confidence. He had hurt me, and I wanted to hurt him back. He finally broke
down crying, and begged me not to tell anyone, especially Mom.", Rick said.

"Dad cried in front of you?", I asked incredulously.

"Yeah. Unbelievable, huh. Big, bad Dad, crying in front of his son. Look,
you can't let him know about any of the rest of this, OK?", Rick asked.

I just nodded my head yes. I had to know it all.

"See, Dad had some gay affairs in college before he met Mom, and she knew
about them. She didn't even want to date him, but he convinced her that
part of his life was over. Before they got married, she told him that if
she ever caught him doing anything else like that, she would divorce him
immediately. I had him by the balls before I even knew it. He swore if I
never told anyone else, he would never touch me again. He convinced me that
if I told her, we would be divorced, and would have to move away from our
house. He laid a big guilt trip on me, saying it would be all my fault if I
told. He was a man and I was a boy. I bought it. I never told Mom, or
anyone else.  He never touched me again."

"But, when you got to be about 11 or 12, I noticed him watching you lots
closer. It didn't help that you would always go take your bath early and
come back into the den in just your briefs before bedtime and lay down in
front of him to watch TV on the floor. You always would argue for just a
little extra time downstairs when they tried to make you go to bed, because
I was still up, and you would sit in front of him and beg with your legs
spread wide, giving him a clear view.  I could always see his eyes light up
when you did that. It worked, too, because you would get another five or
ten minutes, and then Dad would go through it all over again. You remember
that, don't you?", Rick asked.

I thought back, and I did remember those days clearly. I had thought I was
so smart, getting to stay up past my bedtime. I shuddered, knowing what Dad
was really thinking. I just nodded my head yes.

"Well, that was when I decided to make sure you turned out to be a rough,
tough kid who Dad would never get his hands on. Maybe, my approach was the
worst thing I could have done. I don't know. All I know is, I did it for
you. I swear I did. And now, you hate me.", Rick said, bursting into tears
once again.

I hugged him to me. This time, I didn't cry with him. I just held him, and
gave him comfort.  "Maybe, I did hate you, but I don't any more. It may
take some time, but maybe I can learn to love you again. I used to when we
were both little. You used to be so good to me, and then you totally
changed. I didn't understand why. I thought it was my fault. I thought that
maybe something was wrong with me. You have hurt me a lot, and I can't just
wipe out all the bad times in one day. I would like to start over,
though. Would that be all right with you?", I asked.

Rick quit crying, and said, "Yeah, that would be fine. Just promise me, no
more sex anywhere around Dad, OK?"

"No problem. I totally agree.", I said.

We were now closer than anytime in the last four or five
years. Unbelievable change. Rick continued to hold me, and started to rub
my chest and stomach. I looked up at him as he rubbed me, and saw a loving
smile on his face. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. His
grin grew bigger, and his hand went lower.

I won't bore you with the details.

OK, OK, it is the details you really want. Before we got up, Rick had
pulled the front of my briefs down under my balls, and beat me off
slowly. I did nothing for him. He didn't want me to. We had a long, loving
experience as we cuddled. We mended a lot of fences. This was not quite
making love, but it was close. When I finally came all over myself, Rick
just pulled off his own shirt and cleaned up the mess. I went up to take a
quick shower and Rick got out another shirt for him and talked to me while
I finished. He insisted in drying me off, lovingly. We were off to a great
start in our new relationship.

Would it last? You will find out in later chapters. If you are still
interested.

     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.