Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2017 15:26:07 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Matt King Chapter 1

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	This story is not a quick jack-off story. If you are looking for
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not just the sex, but also the lives of the characters and their romances
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	This is the tale of Matt King, and his many adventures. Be
forewarned: it will be a roller coaster at times.

Chapter One (Tuesday, August 11th, 2015, Wednesday, August 12th, 2015).

[Matt]

	"Matt, you decent?" Adam asks through the door.

	I don't answer. I was in the middle of getting dressed when he
decided to just show up. I finish getting dressed. Dark blue jeans, black
socks on my feet, a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, with a dark gray t-shirt
over that. The t-shirt has a dragon on it, lime green in color. I like it.

	Only once I am dressed do I answer the door.

	"It's a hundred degrees outside," he says. "I can't believe you
still wear that."

	I stare at him, wondering what he wants.

	Adam is an older, hotter version of me. I'm only twelve, I'm a
little small, I have platinum-blond hair, and I have blue-gray eyes. I
guess I'm in good shape, I do martial arts every day. Already did it
earlier, just finished my after-training shower. Adam knocked on the
bathroom door. I want to know what's so important that he bothered me while
I was in the bathroom.

	"Can we talk?" He asks when I just stare at him, and I just keep
staring. "In your room, I mean. You'll want to be sitting down."

	I grab my dirty clothes and towel, then go to my room. There, I
dump my clothes into the hamper, putting the lid on it before draping the
towel across it to dry. Adam's in skinny jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt,
with sneakers on, his own platinum-blond hair perfectly styled, his
blue-gray eyes jewels that will make any girl fall for him. He always looks
perfect, and I think he does it just to show me up.

	Unlike me, he doesn't have severe anxiety around people, and can
actually handle their presence. He doesn't have a girlfriend, though,
because he's too busy taking care of scared, untalented, anxious me.

	We move to my room, and I sit on my bed. He picks one of the
stuffed dragons off my bed and hands it to me, telling me I'll need him,
and I hug the dragon tight against me, wondering what Adam wants to tell me
that he thinks is going to overwhelm me.

	"We're going shopping today."

	Cue my anxiety going up. He said 'we', not 'I', which means he
plans on taking me with him. He knows how bad it is for me to leave the
house. I haven't done that since I was little, not since Mom and Dad and
Braden died. That happened just after Adam turned eighteen, when I was
barely seven, so about five years or so ago.

	I guess my face says how horrified I am at that thought, because
Adam bites his lower lip. He never does that.

	"You can wear a hat and sunglasses," he says. "It'll help you hide
a little bit more, but I need you to go shopping with me today."

	I shake my head.

	"We're going school shopping," he says, which confuses me, since he
home-schools me. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be attending school with
everyone else. Matt, take deep breaths. Matt! Breathe!"

	I can't. The thought of going to an actual school freaks me
out. Even when I was little, I had anxiety at going to school. I don't know
why, I just do. It's horrible. I can't think, I can't breathe. Adam starts
smacking me in the face, telling me to breathe, and I throw him to the
floor.

	"I can't go to school!" I whine.

	"Have to," he sits up, rubbing the back of his head. "Orders from
above."

	"I don't know what that means!" I say. "Please, don't make me go!"

	"I've already talked with the school," Adam says. "You'll be fine,
I promise. We've got a plan in place because of your anxiety. You're
allowed to just get up and leave class if the anxiety gets too bad, and can
go to the nurse's office or the social worker's office. We'll leave early
tomorrow so that you can meet both of them."

	"No!"

	"Have to," he says. "It's only for two years, Matt. You'll be in a
smaller school for seventh grade and eighth grade. It's so you're ready for
high school, when that comes. At least, as read as you'll ever be. And to
prepare you for tomorrow, you're going shopping with me."

	"I don't want to go!" I shake my head. "I'm not leaving! You can't
make me!"

	"I'm not giving you an option," Adam stands up. "Now get your shoes
on, we're going."

	"No!"

	"Then you're grounded to the guest room," he says. "And cannot
leave it for anything. No books, no computer, no dragons, no guitar –
nothing. You get the food I bring you, and nothing else. Absolutely no
snacks or treats. I want you to try to handle it, Matt. When we get back,
you can have all the brownies and cookies you want. I promise. I'm not
asking you to talk to anyone, I just want you to come with me. Try to
tolerate the crowds. You can cling as close to me as you need to."

	I try to refuse, but he somehow manages to talk me into it, so
twenty minutes later, the two of us are at the store. I clutch his shirt
tightly. It probably looks weird. I get a lot of stares. That makes my face
heat up. I don't like being stared at, don't like being looked at. Just
look away. I can't help my anxiety, no matter how much I try.

	I somehow make it through the first two stores. Then we go to the
mall. There are a ton of people here, including youth. They're probably
wondering who the freak is who has to hold on to his brother, even though
he's twelve years old. Though they probably think I'm nine or ten, I look
young for my age. Adam certainly only looks seventeen or eighteen, and he's
twenty-four.

	Adam wants to go into a crowded store, and I shake my head, so he
tells me to sit down on a bench. Not near that store, though, because it's
crowded over there. I find a quieter area. I have a small paper bag with me
that's got brownies in it. I pull one out and start eating it, watching the
people as they walk by, knowing they probably think I'm just some little
kid. I know I'm talentless, and not very attractive, and stupid, but that
doesn't give them the right to just stare at me. Why do they think they can
just do that? I have rights, don't I?

	"Hey, cutie," a boy approaches me. He's probably around my age,
maybe a year older. "How are you?"

	I just hug my brownies tighter to my chest, I'm not sure what to
say. What should I say? That I'm anxious? That I'm not doing good? That I'm
scared? That I want to just get up and run out of here, but promised Adam,
and we Kings never break our promises?

	"I'm on my way out," he says. "Don't live out this way, and we
gotta get back home soon, but I'll be back next Saturday. Want to hang out
then? It'll probably be a little bit quieter here."

	He just keeps talking. What does he want? Why won't he leave me
alone? Probably sees a worthless kid and wants to screw with him. I should
go. I need to go. I get up and take off running. I need to find Adam. I
need to tell him I can't do this anymore.

	I feel a hand on my arm, and throw whoever it was to the ground.

[Liam]

	"Liam!" Mom yells at the base of the stairs. "Are you ready to go?"
     "Yes, mother," I roll my eyes, causing her to jump. She probably
thought I was up there, not right behind her. "It's not me who takes
forever to go, you know, it's the twins."

	I'm twelve, and the twins are nine, and mischievous little buggers,
too. They're not identical, but if they were, they would be the kind to
constantly switch who is wearing what, and make sure they always had the
same hairstyle. Even without that, though, it's a pain.

	I'm also pretty sure they're going to turn out gay, like me. The
two of them take so long to get ready, and their hair is always perfectly
styled.

	Alec was born first, but Ryan is the smarter of the two. Alec's
hair is a dirty blond, almost brown color, while Ryan's is sandy blond, so
more blond than brown. Alec does have gold highlights, though, and his hair
is a little bit wavy. They have have blue eyes, which makes Mom
uncomfortable. Dad has blond hair and blue eyes, too, and I have blond
hair, though my eyes are brown. When I was born, though, they were blue.

	Apparently, a lot of people are born with blue eyes that turn brown
when they're babies.

	Mom wishes she had a son with brown hair, but we tell her she's out
of luck.

	We're pretty sure she wants to try again.

	For the rest of my appearance, I have a few freckles on my checks,
and am of average height for a boy of a few months over twelve, but I'm not
skinny or fat, like most boys my age. I'm muscled, toned from years of
gymnastics and martial arts. I tend to wear polo shirts and slacks or
shorts, along with a pair of black and gray sneakers.

	I tend to look more mature than most boys my age, and can act it,
too. If I want. I have a good upbringing in a nice neighborhood, going to a
nice, even if public, school. We're not rich or anything, just
fortunate. My dad's a lawyer, and my mom works real estate. They do pretty
well.

	Today, we're going last-minute school shopping for the twins, and
I'm going to meet my best friends at the mall to hang out. We've done
gymnastics together since we were little, and one of them does martial arts
with me. His dad is pretty dang rich, and while he goes to E.A. Marker
Middle School, a prep school for rich kids, he still hangs out with us
common folk. Ian's a great guy, and pretty attractive. Up for sex quite
often, too. Mostly just blowjobs, but we recently tried fucking, and found
we like it.

	When the twins come down, they're wearing identical blue shirts and
shorts, and have sandals on their feet. Mom just rolls her eyes, then we
pile in the car and leave. She drops me off at the mall, telling me she'll
call when she's on her way, then leaves with the twins.

	I head to the food court to find my friends, and on the way there,
a platinum-blond-haired boy with panic in his beautiful, blue-gray eyes
runs by me, looking pretty freaked-out by something. He's got on
long-sleeves and jeans, even though it's over a hundred degrees outside,
and he looks damn cute. I bet that perfectly straight hair of his took no
effort to style that way, too, even though I have to use a little gel to
get mine to stick that way.

	I don't recognize him, but I'd say he's about ten, so a couple of
years younger than me, but he's well-built. I can tell, even with his loose
clothes, that he works out in some way. I follow with my eyes, and am
surprised when I see Sensei Adam move toward him, reaching out to grab his
arm.

	What surprises me even more than that, though, is the boy flipping
Sensei Adam to the ground in a perfectly executed move. No one bests Sensei
Adam. Ever. I've trained at his dojo every Tuesday and Thursday since I was
five, have my second dan black belt, and don't think that even if the other
black belts worked with me, we could take him on.

	So how in the world did this kid take Sensei Adam down like that?
As I stare at them, along with a lot of other kids, I realize that Sensei
Adam looks remarkably like an older version of the kid who just ran by. A
cousin, maybe? Or brother? I know Sensei Adam doesn't have a kid, and even
if he did, he'd have to have been thirteen when he did the deed, he's only
twenty-four, and the kid's ten.

	Actually, he's probably twelve or thirteen. Sensei Adam mentioned
once that it's a family trait where the guys look younger than they really
are. Sensei Adam himself only looks eighteen, despite his actual age. And
that's if he's trying. Seventeen, most days.

	He's never mentioned family, apart from that, so I wonder who the
boy is. Maybe his little brother's in town to visit? He's cute. I wonder if
I'll see him tonight. I hope whatever's got him freaked out works out.

	Tearing my gaze from the cute kid, I finish walking to the food
court, where my friends are gathered.

	Ian, the rich one, with platinum-blond hair and emerald green eyes,
as well as a build similar to mine, having done martial arts a year longer
and gymnastics just as long (and, admittedly, is the reason I wanted to do
martial arts, back when I was five). Then there's Jake, who's a bit of a
jerk and dislikes gays, probably because of his parents, with his brown
hair and brown eyes. He's a slightly bigger kid in height than the rest of
us, and built stocky, but is all muscle, just like us. The third member of
our party is Chance, who's mom is going to be my homeroom teacher this
year. He's got brown hair and leaf-green eyes. He's the quietest of us, and
while he does gymnastics with us, he doesn't usually hang out with us
much. Probably because of Jake. Pretty sure he's the only straight member
of our group, despite doing competitive gymnastics just as competitively as
the other two.

	Me? I don't do it competitively, doing it just for fun and to hang
out with my friends.

	"What's up?" Ian asks. "You've got a funny look on your face."

	"Did you know that Sensei Adam is here?" I ask.

	"Saw him earlier," Ian nods. "He's got his little brother with
him. I was talking with him earlier."

	"Just saw his little brother flip him to the ground," I say. "He
was running through the store, looking panicked, and Sensei Adam reached
out to grab his arm, and got thrown to the ground."

	"Seriously?" Ian, as well as the rest of them, looks
incredulous. "I didn't think anyone could throw Sensei Adam to the ground."

	"Me, neither," I say. "Damn was his little bro cute. He's probably
only just visiting Adam. You know, Adam's never mentioned his parents, and
he's run the dojo since he was sixteen. I wonder where they are, and why we
don't know anything about them."

	"No use worrying," Ian shrugs. He's sitting on the edge of the
railing that lines the gap in the floor, allowing us to see the first floor
from up here, and he leans back, looking up at the massive skylight
above. "Wish we could've gotten a performer for today, even if an
unknown. Would've been good publicity, but everyone was either booked or
unavailable or uninterested, or we just couldn't get in contact with them."

	On the first floor, underneath the gap, is a small stage with
speakers set up, so that a band or musician can play, and they like to have
someone here when it's busy. Occasionally, a comedian will make an
appearance. They've been having bad luck lately, though. The ones they hire
end up not showing up, or are just crap.

	And that's with their rich-people connections. They're really
hoping they can find someone when the holidays come around. Well, several
groups, they don't want to burden the same person with it every single day.

	"Hey, kids!" A security guard walks over. "No sitting on the
rails!"

	"Why not?" Ian sits up, looking at the guard. "It's not like I'm
going to-"

	Ian cuts off as he falls backward, and the guard races forward to
catch him, but fails. He leans over the edge as we try not to laugh. Ian's
hanging from the bars, grinning up at the guard. He lets go with his right
hand, and the guard tries to grab him, but Ian just salutes, then pulls
himself up and stands on the bars with his hands, his shirt sliding down
toward his face, revealing six-pack abs.

	"Got ya!" Ian grins, spinning around and making the guard freak
out. "Look, I'm in absolutely no danger!"

	"If you don't stop this and get off of there," the guard reaches
out to grab Ian, presumably to try to pull him away from the edge, to
'save' his life, even though that's dangerous. "We're going to ban you from
the mall."

	"Ban me?" Ian asks, then starts laughing. "You're going to ban ME?"

	Ian laughs, turning around, and then falls backwards, toward us,
and the guard misses him, barely, as he finishes his flip and lands with
both feet planted firmly on the ground.

	"Dude," Ian laughs. "I've competed in a worlds martial arts and a
world gymnastics competition. I was in absolutely no danger at all, I
promise."

	"Doesn't matter," the guard says as we're really trying not to
laugh at him. "You've put yourself and others in danger. I need you to come
with me."

	"I'm not going anywhere," Ian crosses his arms. "You can call my
father to come meet us here if you want, though."

	We start cracking up at that, and the guard glares at us while Ian
gives him his father's number. The guard pulls out his phone and calls him.

	"What's your name?" He asks.

	"Ian Gates," Ian answers, grinning.

	"I'm calling for Mr. Gates," the guard glares at Ian. "Yes, I'm
with the Lakeview Falls Mall Security, are you the father of Ian Gates? No,
sir, he's been causing a disturbance, and endangering himself and
others. He was goofing around on the railing that has a fifty-foot drop. I
don't care if he's a gymnast, that puts him and others in danger. I'd like
you to meet me at the security office to pick up your son, he will not be
allowed back in the mall for the next month. Hopefully, he can behave
himself after. Sir, if you're not available to pick him up, then you need
to arrange someone to pick him up, or we will have the police escort him
home. What do you mean? You just said you weren't going to meet my by the
security office."

	"You do realize that he owns the mall, right?" A voice comes over
the walkie. "He's already IN the security office, discussing things with
me. And honestly, if Ian fell and broke his neck, I think we'd all be a
little bit amused. He does stuff like that all the time, rookie. See those
three boys he's with? The four of them can do whatever they want, as long
as they're not breaking the law. Anyone else? Crack down on. Honestly,
those boys are a bigger headache than they're worth, if you try to deal
with them."

	The guard leaves us alone after that, and we just chill and hang
out until I have to leave.

	"Hey, you coming to my party tonight?" Ian asks me, and I look at
him. "You completely forgot, didn't you?"

	"Yeah, sorry!" I laugh. "Right after martial arts, right?"

	"Yup," he grins at me. "Martial arts at seven, party at nine. Won't
be a long one, since we all have school tomorrow, but it'll be a fun one."

	I meet Mom outside, and we head home. I spend the rest of the day
thinking about Sensei Adam's brother, and when it's time for martial arts,
I'm hoping he's there. He's not, which is quite disappointing.

	Tessa Martins is, though. She's quite the character. I love
her. Not romantically, I'm definitely gay. But damn is she awesome. She's
got long, soft brown hair, emerald green eyes, and has started to develop
boobs, and she's only barely twelve.

	Queen of gossip, master of making friends, Tessa puts up with no
one's crap, and she gets the attention of all the straight and bi guys, and
all the les and bi girls. I can tell who is who, even though we're only
twelve, because I'm that damn awesome. If I were straight, I'd totally ask
her out. She's got a killer singing voice, and is quite the actress. She
actually lives just a street over from me, and a few doors down from Sensei
Adam's.

	Crap! I just realized that I could have gone over and introduced
myself to his brother! Though upon further thought, they were probably at
the mall before his brother had to leave. We start school tomorrow, so it's
possible his brother does, too, and was just here to visit.

	That would explain why he's not here. He's probably already home,
or at least, on his way home.

	We go through warmups, then Sensei Adam shows us a few moves,
teaching us black belts more advanced versions of them, before setting us
to work practicing them. Sensei Adam and the other two sensei walk between
the pairs, adjusting forms and postures and giving us advice as we spar,
then we do the closing cooldown, talk, then everyone leaves.

	I forget to ask about his brother until Ian and I are on our way to
his house.

	Did I mention that Ian's rich? Yeah, he's loaded. Majorly. His
father doesn't work, he simply owns businesses, companies, and
corporations, and has plenty of investments.

	The actual birthday party was Saturday, as Ian's birthday is
tomorrow. The 'party' is me and him just making our way to his house for a
last bit of fun before school starts up again.

	He and I are just hanging out, and maybe getting a little bit sexy
in the bedroom. Not right away, though. We start off playing some games on
his systems. Ian and I are like brothers, even if brothers who have sex.

	We're actually so close that his father's created a trust fund for
me, for when I turn eighteen. Can't touch it before then, though. I won't
have to worry about going to college. Ever. I can afford it. I can also
afford a house and a car, and a family, and probably a couple of more, and
still have enough to live the rest of my life in comfort.

	Back to the present, though. Ian and I started off playing a game,
but one of us got horny and started stripping off his clothes, and then
started pressing his lips against mine as he started to remove my
clothes. Ian always leads these things, and I love it. I love the feel of
his lips on mine, the feel of his muscled body and six-pack abs, the feel
of his three inch, cut dick grinding against my own, slightly smaller, one.

	But he only starts it. It's not long before we're both naked and
pressed against each other, and he's taking my dick into his mouth as I
take his into mine, my friend lying beneath me, letting me face-fuck him as
I get him off. I feel my orgasm building, then shoot my weak load into his
mouth, and that sets him off. Ian shoots a few small dribbles into my
mouth, and I swallow them, then lie on him, pressing my lips against his as
I grind my dick against his own.

	"Fuck, Liam," he gasps. "I'd say fuck me now, but I don't think
we've got time before your dad shows up to take you home."

	"It's a shame Chance couldn't come over," I say.

	"You know he'd probably say 'no' now," Ian laughs. "He's starting
to stop his experimenting."

	"I'm not experimenting," I mock-pout.

	"Neither am I," he grins at me. "I'm happy just being friends and
having sex."

	"Shame Jake has to be in denial," I grin at him. "You know it's
because his parents raised him that way, and he's bought into that stupid
church's beliefs. You know he's eventually going to dump us."

	"Let him," Ian laughs. "You know he'll come crawling back to us
eventually."

[Matt]

	"I don't want to go to school tomorrow."

	"We've been over this," Adam looks over at me from his
computer. "You're going, whether you want to or not. Can you do something
for me, though? Can you try to make it through to lunch?"

	"No."

	"You want to test for fourth dan on your birthday, right?" He asks,
and I nod. "I won't pass you unless you can handle your anxiety,
Matt. That's part of why I'm doing this. You need to go to school, you need
to get used to people, and you need to get over your anxiety. I'm not
asking for you to get over it overnight, but I am asking that you at least
try to make it through to lunch tomorrow. As per the plan, you can eat in
the office, away from the crowd, so that should be fine for you, if you
make it then."

	"I can't," I shake my head. "I'm too scared. I start thinking about
it, and I get sick."

	"Then don't think about it," Adam says. "Think about dragons, or
music, or whatever it is you do when you go downstairs. Failing that,
fantasize."

	"Fantasize?"

	"About someone," he grins at me. "I'm sure you saw at least one
person you found attractive while we were out."

	I feel my face heat up, and I run to my room. My anxiety's acting
up, too. Why did he have to go and say that? No one's going to want me. I'm
not attractive, I'm almost thirteen, and I can't talk to anyone other than
my brother - and that's only if we're alone.

	I mean, yeah, there was a good-looking guy there, but it's not as
if he'd want me. I saw him because I almost ran him over, but he's probably
got a girlfriend, and even if he were gay, he'd probably not want me. I'm
talentless and stupid and ugly. He was really attractive, though.


	I can't tell Adam I think boys are attractive, though. He'll
probably call me a freak, or tell me it's just a phase, or something.

	I change into pajamas and go to bed, and I don't sleep very much at
all. If at all. In the morning, he drags me out of bed and forces me to
change into my martial arts gi so we can do our daily practice, and then I
take a shower.

	While I'm in the shower, I start thinking about the cute boy from
yesterday. He has soft-looking blond hair, warm, brown eyes that were
momentarily shocked as I ran by, and some freckles on his cheeks. He looked
really cute in his polo, shorts, and sneakers, and his build suggested he
had a little muscle on him.

	As I think about him, I realize that I've popped a boner and am
stroking myself. I stop, shaking my head and finishing my shower. No
thinking about cute boys in the shower. He's probably taken, and even if he
were gay, he wouldn't want me.

	Finishing the shower, I dry off and get dressed, then make my way
back downstairs for breakfast, dreading what's to come. I feel sick, and
can't really eat anything. Adam still makes me go to school, asking me,
once again, to try to make it through to lunch.

	In the end, I tell him I'll do my best, and then I'm at school,
meeting the social worker and nurse, and seeing their offices, and then I'm
in class, waiting for everyone else to show up. It's getting crowded. I'm
finding it hard to breathe. I'm all the way in the back of the room..I
don't want to be by the door, so that people will look at me every time
they come in, but they can all still see me. No matter where I sit,
everyone will be able to see me when they enter.

	It's hard to not look at everyone, but I try. I'm too scared, I
want to bolt. I need to bolt.

	"Hey, there!" A cheery voice says somewhere near me. "You're Sensei
Adam's brother, right? I'm Liam!"

	Sensei Adam? Is he talking about Adam? Adam owns a martial arts
dojo. Wait, he said Adam's brother. He's talking to me. Someone's talking
to me. How do I react? What do I say? Who is it? He said his name is
Liam. What do I say? I don't know-

	My thoughts all freeze the moment I look up and see him. Dressed in
a light blue polo, beige cargo shorts, and black and silver sneakers, is
the cute guy from the mall.

	The next thing I know, everything is black.

~~END OF CHAPTER ONE~~

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projects and issues, so this story was edited only by me. I do apologize
for the inconvenience.

	TriviaTime! Matt is the third King I gave a story to, taking place
as one spot before Xander. I'm sure some similarities will be noticed –
Xander was actually created to be a worse version of Matt, even if not as
talented, and then evolved to have a traumatic past and a lot more fears,
while Matt simply had anxiety and low self-esteem. Matt, himself, was
designed to be a different version of Zack King, the first King I gave a
story to, who simply was a quiet guy with trust issues. He will,
eventually, have his story published. Eventually. Apart from them, the
Kings aren't based off of each other, and so any similarities are
coincidental or a product of their own development.
	My editor noticed in the last version of Matt's story (which
started off differently) that Liam has some similarities to Luke, so I'll
put it out there, too – Luke was originally designed to be an annoying
and less talented version of Liam.

	All of that said – THESE ARE TWO DIFFERENT STORIES! They will
have two different sets of characters, apart from occasional crossovers
(some of which have already occurred), and they will have two different
plots.

	Also, part of one arc was inspired by another author on nifty,
TrueFan – the mall incident with the flirty boy, as well as something
that occurs at the mall later, were inspired as a way for Liam to first see
Matt, and for something else, by his story "It Can Work Out". If you've
read up to what's posted on there, then you'll know the other incident, and
the result of it.

	Thanks for reading, and look forward to Chapter 2!