Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2017 14:26:39 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Matt King Chapter 3

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	In the last chapter, Liam took Matt to the nurse's office, then ate
lunch with Matt he next few days. Matt continues to struggle with himself,
and Adam made a deal with his little brother.

	Anyway, on to the story, and hope you enjoy it!

~~Chapter Three – Private Sessions~~

[Liam]

	Matt's been in somewhat of a sour mood today. At least whatever it
is that's got him in it is taking his mind off of his anxiety. I bet that
if he went camping with us over the weekend, he'd be in a better mood. We
had so much fun while we were out, I'm sure we would have gotten him to
smile.

	Just thinking about it gets me to smile.

	Back to Matt, though, his mood is really foul. He didn't want me
eating with him at lunch today, and all attempts to amuse him or talk to
him were met with a glare or just plain silence. After school, he stomps
his way to his brother's car.

	I don't have my head in the game in gymnastics, but unlike my
friends, I don't do it competitively, so it's not that big of a deal. I
can't get my mind off of Matt, off of his sudden shift from shyness to
moody, and while I sleep alright, I'm still bothered by it at school. It
hasn't changed.

	After my martial arts lesson ends, Sensei Adam pulls me and my dad
aside.

	"Is everything alright?" Dad asks.

	"Depends on how you look at things," Sensei Adam sighs. "I was
wondering if you'd be willing to allow Liam to come to my house Saturday
evening, for a private lesson. Free of charge. Before you get the wrong
idea, it's that Liam's one of my best students, and my little brother is
having a hard time adapting to being around people. He's also an incredible
martial artist, and I was hoping you'd allow Liam come over for the private
lesson so that I can attempt to get Matt to break out of his shell a little
bit. Again, it would be completely free of charge, as I'm doing it for
Matt. And since it's someone in his class, it would make it a lot easier
for him to get comfortable, as it's someone he already knows. And the fact
that it's one of my best students means that it'll be against an opponent
he won't be prone to accidentally hurting."

	Just how good is Matt, if Sensei Adam wants one of his best
students to be the opponent.

	Dad thinks that over for a moment, then agrees to it, and we
leave. I spend the rest of the week wondering about Saturday. He said to
wear just workout clothes, as it's an informal lesson geared towards his
brother, not me. I spend the rest of the week trying to pick out which
outfit to wear.

	Ian, Jake, and Chance are at my house on Saturday when I'm getting
ready to go, and I still haven't decided which clothes to wear.

	"Oh my goodness, Liam," Jake groans. "Just pick a fucking outfit
already, you little girl."

	"This 'little girl'," I say. "Out-measures you and can kick your
ass. I don't know what to wear. I've got so many options. Chance, what do
you think of this outfit?"

	I hold up a gray sleeveless and pair of gym shorts, and he snorts.

	"What?"

	"You're acting like it's a date," he says. "It's just a private
session."

	"To try to get Matt more comfortable around people," I say. "What
if my outfit puts him on edge? I know Sensei Adam said to just wear workout
clothes, but do you think I should wear my gi instead? That will cover up
more of my body, maybe that would make Matt more relaxed?"

	"Just change," Ian rolls his eyes. "Before you miss the time. Show
up late, and it'll make Matt think you're someone who can't be on time."

	"He's lives around the corner," I start changing, and Jake makes a
disgusted noise in the back of his throat. It wasn't all the long ago that
he'd be changing right there with us. That's as far as he'd take it, as
though, he's raised in a fairly hateful family, and has never liked gay
activities. "Should I bring a change of clothes? Or do you think I'd be
fine? I don't want to walk home in sweaty clothes, though. Crap, I'd need
to shower there, too, if I changed. I don't think I should do that. I'll
bring some, anyway, just in case."

	I shove an extra change of clothes into a spare backpack, then my
friends leave and I head over to Sensei Adam's. I arrive just before seven
and knock on the door. Sensei Adam answers it in shorts and a sleeveless,
barefoot, and lets me in.

	He leads me upstairs to a room with four gray walls, each one with
a dragon painted on it, a different dragon on each one. Gold, red, blue,
and green are their colors, though each has purple for outlines and such,
and purple touches here and there, and purple eyes. They look amazing. I
knew Sensei Adam made money through the dojo and his blog, but I never
thought he'd be able to afford a professional painter to do not one but
four things that large and complex.

	This room has a few cubbies on one wall, along with mats covering
the floors, a couple of training dummies, and a few other pieces of
equipment. The room is fairly large. Then again, it's in this neighborhood,
which gives four rooms on the second floor, and two bathrooms. First floor
has a massive master bedroom and bathroom, a study, the living room, dining
room, and kitchen, and an unfinished basement that the residents can finish
themselves to their liking.

	From what I saw when we went from the door to this room, Sensei
Adam's house has an open-concept design for the kitchen, dining room, and
living room, and the rooms upstairs were probably expanded to be a little
bit larger. I only saw five doors, which means that one bathroom is
probably part of a room, probably Matt's. Two bedrooms, a martial arts
studio, a bathroom, and a closet. Or maybe just one bedroom, and an office
or gaming room, or something. They definitely took out one room for
expansions, though.

	It's still a nice house, and it isn't until we're doing warmups
that I see out the window of this room and realize that they have a
pool. The neighborhood has, like, five pools in it. Tessa mentioned before
that Sensei Adam had one of the five pools, but I guess it never actually
meshed for me, never actually registered completely.

	The thought of the pool leads me to the thought of Matt in swim
trunks, or a speedo, and that thought gets me hard. He's probably pretty
damn sexy in anything he wears. I wonder what he'll wear to this training
session, if he shows up at all. He seems to favor long-sleeves and baggy
pants.

	Sensei Adam works me hard, teaching me a few things, for once, that
I didn't know before. Things that I don't think he normally teaches
students, but it's something new for me, so I have to work to learn them,
and as a result, work up a pretty good sweat.

	"Is it alright if I take my shirt off?" I ask. "I'm getting really
hot."

	"Go ahead," Sensei Adam tries not to smile. "But mind the
audience."

	"The audience?" I ask, turning and looking around, spotting Matt
standing by one wall, wearing a black gi with a black belt around his
waist, three white stripes on it. He's got on black socks, too. "Hey,
Matt."

	His face turns bright red, and he looks like a deer caught in
headlights. When did he show up? I got so focused on learning the new moves
that I didn't notice the door open and the god of all that is lust-worthy
walk in.

	I actually forgot the purpose of me coming here.

	"Glad you decided to join us," Sensei Adam says to his
brother. "You're more his size, why don't you spar with him for a few while
I rest? I'll correct forms if needed."

	Matt shakes his head.

	"Then get out," Sensei Adam says. "You know this room is for
training. Guess you changed your mind about being hot, Liam?"

	"Huh?" I ask him, then realize what he was saying. "No, I'm still
hot. Sorry, I was just wondering when Matt came in, I didn't notice him. A
lapse in my observational ability. I am hot, though," I pull off my
shirt. "Thanks. I wasn't sure you'd let me."

	"Private lesson," Sensei Adam shrugs. "You get hot, feel free to
take off your shirt - but leave it at that. Matt, you stay, you train."

	Matt huffs, then bows and steps onto the mats. Sensei Adam backs
off, then tells us to spar.

	I've checked out a few other dojos before, to see about learning
forms Sensei Adam does not teach, and when I see them spar, it is just them
practicing a move on someone else. A strike or kick and a block. Over and
over and over. Sensei Adam does that, too, pitting two students against
each other to practice, but he also has us spar using other moves, just
requiring us to use the moves he taught us that session in the mix. Gone
are katas and learning set movements to pair each strike or kick with, and
in is learning to figure it out ourselves. I find learning this way to be
much easier, personally, which is why I like his dojo.

	I consider myself a good student and a decent martial
artist. Sensei Adam is the only person I can't beat at the dojo - I can
even best the other two sensei. Ian and I tie a lot. I pick up moves
quickly, and felt that I was already starting to master the moves that
Sensei Adam just taught me.

	But try as I might, I can't score a point against Matt. He blocks
every move I make, every strike and every kick, new and old, and if I
manage to block him, he still hits me, just with something else. He doesn't
give in, either. He uses an open hand to strike, and I'm grateful that he's
pulling his hits, too. He does it at the last second, so that he barely
taps me. Matt is definitely a martial arts master.

	I've seen Sensei Adam fight for real before, against someone he
said was his uncle, though the guy was probably a little bit younger than
him. When they sparred, their style was aggressive, it was rough, and it
was not something I wanted to be on the other side of. That was the hardest
I'd ever seen Sensei Adam spar before.

	Matt doesn't fight with that rough, aggressive style his brother
used then, but rather, the forms that I know, and it takes me a few moments
to realize that he's adjusted his style to me. He's not using the rough and
aggressive form of the 'family style' against me, but the same forms I
know. I can't help but wonder how he'd fare against his brother with their
family style. He definitely has to know it.

	Sensei Adam calls for us to stop, and we do, facing each other,
both of us covered in sweat, with me breathing heavily and Matt's breathing
perfectly normal. We bow, and then Matt bows to his brother, steps off the
mats, bows to them, then leaves the room, bowing before he leaves. Sensei
Adam and I only bowed when we stepped onto the mats, but I guess to Matt,
this room counts as a dojo, so he bows upon entering and exiting.

	"I think we can end this session here," Sensei Adam states. "You
seem to have gotten the moves down pretty well."

	"I can't believe him," I say. "You're the only person he's ever
sparred with? He's good. I've been doing this since I was five, and he
could best me as if it were nothing. And he was pulling his blows at the
last moment, too, so I wouldn't get hurt."

	"Pray you're never on the side of his physical anger," Sensei Adam
laughs. "I've never seen him get physical when he's angry, and I hope that
never happens. I've felt those punches against the gloves, and trust me, I
can't take more than a few before I start to get sore."

	"Can Matt best you?" I'm surprised by his comment.

	"Matt can do whatever he wants," Sensei Adam laughs. "He picks up
moves faster than I can teach them to him. He's a natural and a
prodigy. He's been able to beat me for a few years. Hopefully, this calms
Matt down a little, he actually went right to training with you, and that
was while you were shirtless. He hates it when I'm shirtless around him,
because it makes him uncomfortable just being around someone who is. I'll
talk to your father on Tuesday, but let him know that, if it's alright with
him, I'd like to keep this up, doing this every Saturday. I think it'll
benefit Matt. If you want to wear your gi from now on, feel free to; I
forgot that Matt doesn't have actual workout clothes. Thanks for coming
over. I'd say you can take a shower before you head home, but you'd just
change back into your sweaty clothes."

	"I brought a change, just in case," I say. "Is that alright with
you?"

	"Go ahead," he replies. "It's the door right after this one."

	"Thanks," I bow, then leave.

	The bathroom is bigger than ours are. Separate tub and shower, each
able to probably fit three or four people comfortably, a decent, expensive
vanity, toilet, and all-tile walls. I go into the shower after turning it
on, letting the hot water wash over me.

	Seeing a sweaty Matt makes me want to jack off, but I'm not at
home, so I'll have to save that for after I get home, even though it'll
undo the shower. Oh, well.

	After the shower, I dry off, then get changed and go
downstairs. Matt's in the kitchen. Hair looking like he took a shower, too,
body dressed in a usual, dark outfit that covers most of him, devouring
what I think was a steak. I notice that there are plates with cookies and
brownies on them everywhere, including beside Matt. Most of them are
wrapped in plastic.

	"Bully," Matt glares at me.

	I look Sensei Adam, who just mouths 'roll with it'.

	"I'm heading home," I tell him. "Thanks for the lesson, Sensei, and
it was fun sparring with you, Matt. It's been a long time since I had to
work that hard against someone. And a long time since I lost a match,
too. I'm sure if I sparred your brother, I'd lose, but I'd rather not test
that. See you at school on Monday."

[Matt]

	Liam left a little while ago. I finished eating the leftover steak,
which Adam told me he was planning on having for lunch tomorrow, and went
to my room. Not before I just stuck my tongue out at him, though.

	As I'm getting changed into pajamas for bed, my phone beeps. I
check it.

	Unknown: Not sure if you ever put my number in your phone - this is
Liam.
	Me (to Liam): Shoo.
	Liam: Can't, it's a text. :P
	Me (to Liam): Only until I figure out how to block you.
	Liam: Sparring with you was fun, but it wasn't fair that I was
shirtless and you were clothed. Should be equal, there.
	Me (to Liam): I was hot, and I didn't strip.
	Liam: I was also wearing shorts and a sleeveless, you were dressed
in a gi. I was told to wear workout clothes, not my gi. Who made it unfair?
	Me (to Liam): Adam. He knows I don't wear clothes like that. And he
knows it makes me uncomfortable being around someone dressed like that.
	Liam: Try sleeping with your socks off.
	Me (to Liam): Huh? Why? And how did you know I did that?
	Liam: Gut instinct. You were wearing them for training, even though
it makes the mats feel a little more slippery. You're damn good, to be able
to spar on them with socks on.
	Liam: Just try sleeping with your socks off. I'll be there every
Saturday for private sessions for awhile, since I'm advanced enough in
advanced lessons.
	Liam: It'll be hard to fall asleep at first, but you'll get used to
it, I promise. Do that, and I'll wear my gi next Saturday. But you have to
be barefoot, too. Don't do that, and I'll wear gym clothes again. And be
shirtless the entire time you're in there.

	I just stare at that last text. I tell him it makes me
uncomfortable, and he threatens to do it unless I don't wear socks when I'm
sleeping. Adam lied to him about why he wanted him here today, but then
told him he wants him back every Saturday. He lied to Liam about why, most
likely. He probably let me win. I had to keep pulling my punches because he
wasn't trying hard enough.

	After a few minutes, I decide to try it, and take my socks off
before crawling under my covers. He's right, it does take me awhile to fall
asleep with them off. It's not comfortable at all. But he's really cute,
and so I want to try it for him. I want to spar with him again. I liked
touching him, even if it was only briefly and just to hit him. And he
looked so hot when he was sweaty, too.

	Crap. Now I've got a boner. That was probably his plan all
along. Before I can take care of it, though, I'm asleep. When I wake up,
the boner really needs taken care of, so I go into my bathroom to take care
of it, then pee, clean up, and go downstairs. I play my guitar in the
basement all day.

	I don't wear socks to bed again, and it still takes me forever to
fall asleep. At school, Liam asks me if I tried it. I nod at him, and he
asks how it was. I can't figure out a way to answer. He glances at the
teacher, then grins at me, and a moment later, he shows me his phone. I
frown until I realize that he wants me to check mine. I do, and find a text
from him.

	Liam: How did it go?
	Me (to Liam): It was uncomfortable. I didn't like it.
	Liam: Shame. Keep it up, though. I promise, I'll wear my gi to the
lesson on Saturday if you do it all week. But no lying, I'll know.
	Me (to Liam): How will you know?
	Liam: I asked your brother to check every night. :P
	Me (to Liam): You're a demon.
	Me (to Adam): You're a demon.
	Adam: What did I do this time?
	Adam: And you shouldn't be texting in school.
	Liam: I know. :P
	Me (to Adam): You know what you did, demon.
	Liam: Are you cool with me eating with you again? I don't like it
when someone has to eat by themselves.
	Me: Fine. Demon.

	"Liam!" Mrs. Cox suddenly snaps. She was teaching. "Are you
supposed to be texting in class?"

	"No, ma'am," he grins at her. "Sorry, ma'am."

	"Stand up and read out the texts," she orders.

	"Okay," he stands up, and I feel my face heating up again. "Matt
was starting to look anxious, so I sent him a text saying 'Are you doing
alright?' He replied with 'Stressed'. I then asked him, 'Would you like me
to eat with you at lunch today, so you're not by yourself? I know you
didn't last week, but I don't like it when someone eats in a room by
himself.' Then I sent him another text saying 'We can talk about whatever's
stressing you then, too, if you want. I know how boring social workers can
be.'"

	That's a total pile of bullshit. I mean, he did ask about eating
with, but that's all he's honest about there.

	"Let me see your phone," she holds out his hand, and he hands it to
her, flashing her a grin. Now she's going to know he's lying. She reads the
texts, then nods and gives it back to him. "I'll let you off with a warning
this time, Liam, but don't do it again. Next time, do it before school
starts."

	"Yes, ma'am," Liam grins. "Thanks. Sorry about that, I just know
that he stresses quickly, and wanted to see if he was alright."

	Liam sits back down, and Mrs. Cox resumes class. At lunch, Liam
sits with me. We eat in silence, as we did the last three times, and he
watches me eat. As he does, I can't help but sneak looks at him. I saw his
body on Saturday, and know what he looks like underneath. He's toned and
developed and muscled, just like me. He probably doesn't need to work every
day for that, though.

	Thinking about that makes me hard, and I feel my face heat up in
embarrassment. Hopefully, he doesn't notice that I'm hard. He'll probably
hate me if he knows that he makes me hard. He'll probably call me a faggot
or something, and tell everyone I tried sucking him off or asked him to let
me fuck him, or something.

	"I will devour your soul."

	He looks at me, confusion on his face. I'm not sure where the
comment came from. At first, I think he's going to be rude, but then he
just laughs.

	"If anyone were to devour my soul," he says. "I'd want it to be
someone as hot as you."

	He's definitely weird.

	Lunch ends, and not soon enough, the school day. I want to spar
with Liam again, so when I go to bed, I have my socks off, even if I don't
like it and it's uncomfortable. I do that every night, impatient for
Saturday to come and go so I can start wearing them again, and on Saturday,
Liam shows up at seven for the private lesson, dressed in gym clothes.

	"I've got my gi in my backpack," he grins at me when he enters the
training room. "Figured I'd not wear it over. Sensei Adam said I could
change in here, did he know you were in here?"

	I shake my head.

	"Mind if I change?" He asks. "I can go into the bathroom, if you
want, but I don't really mind if you see me."

	I'm not sure. I don't like it. I mean, I do like it. At the same
time, though, I don't think I'd feel comfortable. As I'm trying to
formulate an answer, Liam strips down to his underwear, and just seeing him
do that makes me both uncomfortable and hard. I hope he doesn't see my
bulge. I can see a bulge in his gray boxer-briefs. I'm glad I'm not the
only one who wears them. They're just more cozy to me than boxers or
briefs. Mine are dark green right now, not gray. I meant boxer-briefs in
general, not just gray ones.

	Liam pulls on his gi and ties his belt around his waist, then looks
at me and grins.

	"Want to start sparring?" He asks. "Or want to wait until Sensei
Adam comes in?"

	We spar for a few minutes before Adam comes in, and when he does,
he just watches us for a bit, letting us keep sparring, then teaches Liam
some more moves. I already know them, but then he shows one I don't know. I
didn't know he knew moves I didn't know. I guess it makes sense, though,
since he's my teacher.

	After that, Liam and I spar for a bit, then we stop and take
showers, him in the hall bathroom, me in the one in my room, then I get
dressed and go downstairs to eat. Liam comes down, and Adam offers to give
him something to eat. Always good to consume protein after a workout. Good
for helping the muscles recover.

	Liam takes him up on that offer and sits next to me while Adam
brings out some of his protein cookies. They're not bad. They're actually
good. They're slightly different from regular cookies, and aren't as
delicious, but they're still good.

	Liam compliments Adam on the brownies, then grabs his bag and heads
home, after telling me he'll do the gi again next Saturday if I manage to
sleep every night without socks on and do the training without them.

	I look at Adam, who just grins at me.

	"You're a demon," I say.

	"Maybe," he says. "But you two are so obvious."

	"Huh?"

	"Nothing," he grins again, then disappears off to his room.

	I finish my food, then head up to my room. That's twice now I've
seen Liam without his shirt on. Both times, I got really hard. I know it's
just for martial arts, but still. It's not fair. What's not fair is that
he's so hot, and lets me look at him as if it's not a problem, but I'm
ugly, and he probably doesn't want to see me shirtless.

	As I'm getting ready for bed, I think about the fact that he
probably sleeps naked. He's so cool. I wish I could be like him. The
thought of him naked gets me hard. Crap. I already took a shower. I even
took care of the boner then, too.

	I make a decision to sleep in just a t-shirt, not my regular pajama
shirt. Now to pick out which one. That's really just me delaying doing it,
I don't want to. But Liam can, and if he's gay, I need to be able to be
comfortable around him how he likes it. I'll probably give up at some point
before I actually fall asleep.

[Liam]

	Matt actually went without his socks for the whole week. I think. I
had to explain to Sensei Adam on Tuesday about why Matt called him a demon,
I hadn't really told him what I'd do. That was a private promise to Matt.

	But the fact that Matt did it all week tells me that Matt, despite
his shyness and self-consciousness, wants to open up, wants to break out of
his shell. It also tells me that I can win battles with him.

	Originally, I was thinking he was straight, but now I'm starting to
wonder if he's a little bit curious. After all, we just met, yet he did a
request like that. Plus, he's popping boners around me all the time. I
don't think most guys going through puberty pop boners around the same guy
every time, but have them a fair bit more random.

	Plus, who would push themselves like that for some guy they've
never met before? I wonder if he knows he was barefoot after his shower. He
was dressed ready for bed, so probably didn't even think about it.

	I had fun letting him watch me change, too. I hope it's not just
wishful thinking, but that there is actually something more to it. I need
to set up a day we can just hang out. I'm booked next Saturday, up until
the martial arts lesson, but maybe the one after that?

	My phone beeps, and I check it. Matt sent me a photo, and as soon
as I open it, I pop a boner. It's Matt, looking grumpy, but also
shirtless. And fucking hot. He's got a body I'd kill for, and I'm the kind
of guy with the kind of body other guys our age would kill for.

	Me (to Matt): Are you trying to make me pop a boner when I'm trying
to go to bed? I was just getting comfy, too, and now I gotta take care of
this!
	Matt: I've seen you shirtless twice. I don't think I could do this
while you're here, so here. We're even. Ish.

	That...was seriously his thought process on this?

	Me (to Ian): Matt just sent me a photo of him shirtless, and damn
is he hot. He definitely makes us look average. And his reasoning? That
he's seen me shirtless twice, but doesn't think he couldn't handle getting
shirtless around me.
	Ian: Admit it - you've got a crush on a weird guy.
	Me (to Ian): Indeed. :D
	Matt: I'm ugly aren't I? Forget I sent it.

	Did he seriously miss the part where I popped a boner because of
him?

~~END OF CHAPER 3~~

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