Date: Tue, 9 May 2017 11:37:40 -0500 From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com> Subject: The New Life of Matt King Chapter 8 This story may contain sexual acts between males, persons below the age of consent, and relatives. If this offends you or is illegal for you to read where you're at, please close this website and go elsewhere. This story is fictional and entirely the work of the author's imagination. And resemblance to persons, places, or things, real or fictional, are entirely coincidental, and any views stated do not necessarily reflect those of any companies or organizations which do exist in real life, nor necessarily reflect the views of the author. This story is the property and copyright of the author, do not share, reproduce, repost, or any other such act which is illegal to do without the author's permission. 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In the last chapter, Liam noted that Matt wasn't at school, and after school, met up with him, learning that Matt was helping Joey come out of his shell a bit and teaching him how to play violin and dance. At martial arts, Adam had Matt fight one of the sensei, and Matt dislocated the arrogant man's wrist. ~~Chapter Eight – Depressing Things~~ [Matt] "Joey," I tell him after reading Adam's text. "We need to talk." "Talk!" He exclaims, and I sit him on my bed, then sit next to him. "Your aunt and uncle are here," I say. "It's your mom's sister, and her husband. They're going to take you in. That means that you'll be leaving here. Don't cry, and don't protest. They're nice people - we made sure of that. And they've agreed to take you to lessons at the dojo, too, so you'll get to see me and Adam on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and they're going to bring you by once a month, so that I can keep teaching you violin. You'll get to keep seeing me, you'll just be living elsewhere. Do you think you can do that?" "No!" He exclaims, throwing himself against me and wrapping his arms around my neck. "Not going!" Adam's had issues before with boys getting too attached to him, seeing him as an older brother or as a father, but never have I had that issue. Joey's the first one I've taken to, probably because I'm finally coming out of my shell. This is hard. I don't know how Adam's managed to do it so many times. And Joey doesn't want to leave. It's only been a week, and I'm find it super hard. "Joey," I say. "You have to leave. I promise, though, that you'll get to see me twice a week, unless something comes up that happens. And when you hang out here for your violin lessons, we'll make and eat brownies, too, okay? I promise, Joey." "I don't wanna go!" "Well, you gotta," I say. "You weren't supposed to be here for long - just until we could locate someone who could take you in long-term, and your aunt and uncle are perfect for you. Let's go meet them, they're nice people." Joey clings to me, so I carry him downstairs to meet his aunt and uncle. He doesn't want to go, and it takes us almost an hour to convince him to go. He's scared, and that's understandable. I just hope he'll be fine. His aunt and uncle are good, but he's had a lot of bad in his short life, which might affect him in a negative way. "Trust me," Adam says once they've left. "It doesn't get any easier. Anyway, I should be heading out, got my weekly private session to do." "Bye," I tell him. "I'm heading to the park." It's a little bit earlier than normal, so I text Liam to inform him of the change in plans, then get ready to go and grab my instruments. I almost don't notice the crowd already at the table when I get there, I'm too focused on Joey. I miss him already. When I sit down, I can't think too well, and end up only strumming for a few minutes, ignoring the crowd, who are waiting, both patiently and impatiently, for me to start. I'm here early, they can deal. "Liam, Matt!" A voice shouts, and I look up to see Ian and Chance walking our way. "Hey, Ian," Liam greets them as they approach. "What's up?" "Saw you guys already here," Ian sits on the table on the side of me opposite Liam, while Chance sits next to me. "We were coming to see if we could hang out with you two, since you don't normally leave this early. What's up with Matt?" "Joey," Liam answers. "The foster kid that Adam was taking care of for the last week, got placed with his aunt and uncle, and I think Matt was a little too attached. He's in a funky mood." "Shiny Happy People," Ian says. "Huh?" Liam asks as I start to play the song by REM, and that gets me into the grove of playing. After the third song, I start up a fourth, and Liam speaks. "Shouldn't you be doing this song with an electric guitar?" "Nope!" I grin at him, moving into my rock version of 'Can You Feel the Love Tonight' from the Lion King. After that, someone requests "Counting Stars' by OneRepublic, and after that, I play a few more songs of my own preference, then I pack up my guitar and we start to leave. As we're walking away, we come across an albino boy wearing a white t-shirt with a gray design on the left side that stretches up to the collar and the right shoulder, white skinny jeans, and white sneakers. He has a white jacket tied around his waist, his hands in his pockets. "You're pretty good," he greets us. "Hey, Finn," Ian greets him. "He is, isn't he?" "You know him?" Liam asks. "We go to school together," Ian nods. Ian goes to some uppity rich school. He complains about the snobs all the time. "I'm in the eighth grade," Finn nods. "A year above you guys. Was going for a walk when I noticed you playing. Where'd you learn?" "I taught myself," I answer. "Name's Matt." "Nice to meet you, Matt," Finn says. "We're heading out to eat," I say. "Want to come with us?" "You're seriously not bothered by my appearance?" He frowns, looking bewildered. "How?" "What do you mean?" "Most people feel uneasy around him!" Ian laughs. "He dresses like that because it makes people think he's a ghost and puts them on edge. Decreases the amount of people who stare at him for too long, especially with his eyes being red." "Eh," I shrug. "He's just albino, nothing special. He's lucky he doesn't suffer from some of the conditions others do, such as burning quickly in the sunlight. No smell of sunscreen, or sign of it." "You can smell sunscreen on someone three feet away?" Finn asks me. "Not if they're not wearing it," I answer. "It's bright out, so you'd definitely need it to keep from being burned. You're fit and healthy, no sign at all of the usual symptoms without proper care. I can smell something lightly vanilla on you, though." Liam sniffs, then takes a step forward and sniffs, then he turns and looks at me. "Damn, Matt," he says. "I couldn't smell it until I was right in front of him!" "Because you have an inferior nose," I respond. "My nose is superior to yours in every way. Want to hang out, Finn? I officially challenge you to see who can eat more." "Don't take the bet!" Liam, Ian, and Chance all shout, and Finn jumps. "Why not?" Finn asks. "Matt will eat out the entire restaurant," Liam says. "And then go somewhere else for dessert!" "Ever eaten at the Wolf's Dragon?" Finn asks me. "Once," I nod. "Their food is delicious!" "If you can eat," he counters my challenge. "Six entrees, three appetizers, three sides, and three desserts, I'll pay for the meal for all of us. If you can't, then you'll pay for it. If you can't afford it, then I'll pay for it, but you'll owe me a huge one." "Challenge accepted!" Twenty minutes later, the five of us arrive at the Wolf's Dragon, where Emily, the hostess, greets us and seats us. "David!" She yells across the room to a guy around her age, who just walked into the lobby. "Tell the kitchen to get ready! We've got the devourer here!" "The devourer?" David looks at me. "Oh, crap. Adam's brother." He turns around and goes back into the hall. "'Oh, crap'?" I ask Emily. "After last time," she says. "I asked your brother about your appetite, and he told me that that was mild compared to what you can do, especially when your nerves aren't affecting you. Glad to see you're more relaxed. Would you all like to order your drinks now, or in a few minutes?" They all order soda, and I order chocolate milk. "Chocolate milk?" Finn asks. "What teenager doesn't just go for gold and get soda, if their parents aren't around to stop them?" "Parents are dead," I respond. "I just don't like soda." "Really?" He asks. "What teenager doesn't like soda?" "How do you know I'm not ten?" I ask. "Everyone always thinks I'm ten." "Ian's mentioned you before," he says. "Not to me, to some of his other friends, but near me." "I'm actually twelve," I state. "I turn thirteen next month, on Halloween." "So you really don't like soda?" "He doesn't like fizzy drinks, period," Liam explains. "That includes sparkling water or juices." "Damn," Finn says. "That's really weird." "And you aren't?" "We'll call this a stalemate." "Isn't that what you call your dick?" "Matt!" Liam exclaims just as Emily returns with our drinks, and she's smiling, though it's not her usually, happy work smile, but one that says she heard me. "That's not appropriate!" "Here are your drinks," Emily says, naming each one as she puts it down. "And a chocolate milk for you. Would you like to order your appetizers?" "More milk, wench!" I order after draining my glass. "Jeez!" Liam exclaims. "That's twice in a row!" "I just sang for an hour!" I look at him. "I'm thirsty! Plus, the milk acts a good lube for my throat, since it does get a little bit sore from singing so much, especially when I do different voices." "I am so glad you five are the only customers right now," Emily mutters. "That just means you can spend more time with us!" I exclaim. "I'd like two orders of mozzarella sticks, an order of nachos with cheese sauce, an order of chips and salsa, an order of jalapeno poppers, an order of toasted ravioli, an order of breadsticks, and two orders of cheesy breadsticks." "Okay," she says after writing the order down. "And the rest of you?" "Wait, you were ordering that for you?" Finn's eyes are wide. "They don't call me the devourer for nothing!" "You only just heard that," Liam looks at me. "Order your mozzarella sticks already," I say. "I wanna steal them." "You're getting two orders of your own!" "So?" The rest of them order their appetizers, then Emily heads off to the kitchen. It's pretty quiet today, I wonder why. According to Adam and Liam, it's usually getting packed around lunchtime on a Saturday. No matter! It only means we get our food faster and fresher! "Why are you flipping through the desserts menu already?" Ian asks. "Matt loves his desserts," Chance laughs. "They make up about half of his lunches at school!" "I'm losing the bet, aren't I?" Finn asks. "Yes," the four of us respond just as Emily arrives with the first round of appetizers. When she leaves, he speaks again, "I really wasn't expecting to lose. You don't look like you could pack away that much food." "Watch me," I stick my tongue out at him, then start devouring the deliciousness that this place offers. "So what," Liam says. "Were you going to have be the thing that Matt owed you?" "I don't know," Finn hastily responds, blushing. "It's stupid." "You need to have more confidence in yourself," I tell him. "Don't talk with your mouth full," Emily clears our table of the empty dishes, putting more down in front of me as Liam, Ian, and Chance laugh. "It's quite rude." "You love the rude ones, don't you?" I grin at her. "Shut up," she rolls her eyes and takes our entree and side orders, then leaves. "So two chocolate milks," Finn looks at me. "Then orange juice?" "Don't question it!" "So what were you thinking?" Liam presses him. "Being using that as weight to make him perform for you is pretty shitty, in my opinion." "Not what I was doing!" Finn raises his hands, blushing. "I just...don't have any friends. People just stare at me really weirdly, and you just seemed to be unaffected by it, so I was just...never mind. It's stupid." "Hoping we'd hang out?" I ask. "And of course I'm impervious to it, I grew up with Adam, who has a whore. If that's not-hey! That's not fair!" "It's an order book," Emily waves the book she smacked me in the back of the head with. "And I'm not a whore. I've never even had sex before." "Yet you want a baby," I grin at her, and she looks confused. "Adam had you on speakerphone when you two were talking. His hands were busy, but I won't tell you what he was doing with them, because that would be inappropriate." "Wasn't he knitting?" "Yes." "That's what you consider inappropriate?" Finn asks. "He's just screwing around," Liam laughs. "You should've seen him just a few weeks ago - getting him to say even a syllable was nigh impossible! So Emily's your brother's whore?" "I'm not a-never mind!" Emily exclaims. "Jeez! You boys just feed off each other, don't you?" "In more ways than one," I grin at her, and her cheeks turn as red as the marina she just put in front of me. "Behave," she says. "I know your brother." "How well do you know him?" She huffs and walks away. "Your brother knits?" Finn asks. "Scarves," I nod. "We make scarves for charity. We're preparing them for winter, as plenty of people will need them. We make them out of yarn and fabric. We were doing yarn on that particular day. We're almost done with our goal of one hundred." Some other people show up, and the restaurant slowly fills, and we leave, heading to Finn's house to hang out, since he does seem kind of lonely. He really needs to boost his self-confidence. "Wow," Finn says once we enter his colorful room. "I got the impression from Ian that you had a lot of anxiety, and wouldn't talk a whole lot around people, especially in crowds. You've been...nonstop." "He's covering up his nerves by goofing off," Liam laughs. "I find it cute, and it's one of the things I like about him. Wow. Your room's...colorful." See? His carpet is bloodred, his walls are sky blue, his ceiling is dark green, his bedclothes are dark blue, his curtains are purple, and so on. He's really decorated his room with colors, despite all of his clothes being white or near-white in color. "Get out of the closet, Matt," Liam orders. "Look!" I walk out of the closet, holding up my find. "I found lube!" Finn turns bright red again. "It's strawberry kiwi flavored," I say. "Hey, Finn - you're all awkward and everything, but you've done it before?" "No," he answers, turning redder. "That's jack-off lube, and it was in a locked box. I only fantasize." "Stop being obnoxious, Matt," Liam says. "I also found a dildo," I pull it out of my back pocket. "You fuck yourself with it? It seems clean." "I sanitize," Finn quickly snatches it out of my hand. "Leave my stuff alone! It's depressing enough not having any friends, now you're teasing me about not having done it before." "Want to?" Chance asks. "Huh?" Finn looks at him, and I repeat him, looking at Chance and earning myself a glare from Liam. "I know I'm not quite as big as your dildo," Chance says. "And think of myself as straight, but I just get off with my hand, too, unless I get horny enough with these guys. At three and a quarter, I'm sure I can satisfy you a little bit." "Can I film?" "No!" Liam exclaims. "Jeez, Matt! Stop this!" "Or what?" I ask. "You'll stop giving me blowjobs? Speaking of - how come you never wait for me to give you one and just start cuddling?" "Do you want to blow me?" "Sure," I say. "But not right now, I want to watch Chance have sex with Finn." "You're being obnoxious." "So you've said." Finn hesitantly agrees to let Chance fuck him with us watching, and the two of them start to get undressed with the rest of us still in the room. Ian also gets undressed, since it seems we're having a miniorgy, but I just want to watch, which is why I asked Finn if he was alright with it. Liam and I pull some chairs away from Finn's table and sit on them to watch, sitting as close to each other as we can. Finn's slender, but his muscles are well-defined, his smooth, pale white skin giving him the appearance of sculpted marble. His dick sticks out at about three and three-quarters of an inch, cut, while Chance's is three and a quarter, just as he said, and a little chubby, just like him. Uncut, too. Chance is kind of attractive, with the small amount of fat that's on his body. He's the only one of the team who isn't built of muscle, keeping a layer of fat to smooth out his features a little bit. Ian's body has a perfect, even tan, and his three-inch, cut dick sticks out as well, though it's quickly wrapped in his hand as he watches Finn and Chance get on the bed. Chance has Finn lie on his back and lift his legs up, and Chance first lubes up the hole, then his own dick, then slowly enters. There really isn't much to it after that, though it makes me want to try doing something with Liam right now. It doesn't feel right to do it with others in the room, though. At least, to me. Plus, I really just want to suck him off. Watching them is hot, though, and it's cool. When Chance finishes, he lies down, and after Finn recovers, he asks if he can try fucking Chance. "Chance only tops," Ian quickly interjects, taking his hand off his dick. He didn't get off. "But I'll bottom for you, if you want." [Liam] Okay, that got me really horny, and I really want to do something with Matt. Specifically, get fucked by him. But I'd rather not do it around someone else, I'd feel weird doing that. We go back to Matt's house to hang out, leaving Ian and Chance to whatever they're doing with Finn, and while I'm not expecting anything to happen, I know Matt's going to at least mention it. "So," Matt says once we're in his room and sitting on his bed. He's shirtless and barefoot, and I'm the same. "I'm really horny, but I didn't want to do anything with someone else in the room." Well, that was faster than I expected. "Same here," I admit to him. "Seeing them fucking like that only made me want you in me more." "You want me to fuck you?" "Yeah." "I was going to suck you off," Matt tells me. "What did you want me to do first? Suck you, or fuck you?" "I'd rather suck you off or get sucked than have you suck me," I admit. "I kind of prefer getting off on my own, or as a result of what I'm doing or having done to me, over getting sucked." "Really?" Matt asks. "You're weird." "You're one to talk!" Especially with his recent personality shift! I can understand coming out of a shell, but boy did he change in a huge way in just a month and a half! "You love my weirdness!" He flashes me a cheeky grin, and my heart melts for him all over again. "Can you fuck me?" I ask him. "Please? If you're ready, that is. If you're not, I'm happy sucking you off and cuddling you." "I don't have lube." "You don't?" I ask. "I thought you did." "Maybe I do," he shrugs. "Are you saying you want to try me raw?" I ask. "Fucking me without lube or anything?" "Maybe," his cheeks turn pink. Yup, that's it. "I've got flavored lube. Adam bought it for me the other day. I'm not sure why, he's never bought me lube before. Don't really need it to jack off, since I've got a foreskin. Got a preference on flavor?" Coming out of his shell, yet still entirely naïve in some ways. That, or just plain oblivious. "None," I kiss him on the lips. "For the first time, let's see how we both like it without. If you decide you'd rather have lube, then we'll do that." "So how do we do this?" I can tell he's nervous, he's shaking a little bit. "Light on or off?" I ask him, knowing that I only managed to suck him off that time because we were in the dark, and so I couldn't see him, and that relaxed him. "On," he takes a deep breath. "On." He then removes his pants and underwear at once, hastily throwing them to the ground, probably so he doesn't change his mind. I get to see his dick for the first time, and it's as beautiful as the rest of him. Just over four inches long, around average in thickness, maybe a little thicker, with the foreskin completely covering it. I quickly remove my pants and boxers, tossing them to the ground, then lie on my back and lift my legs up. "Just enter me," I say. "Finger me if you want, first, or just go straight in. I like both." Matt opts for the latter option, pushing his dick into my hole. It hurts a little bit, as his dick is bigger than Ian's or Chance's, but I just moan as he enters me. The lack of lube makes it rougher and more painful, but sometimes, I like it. This is one of those times, and Matt really gets into it after a few tentative thrusts. He leans forward, pressing his lips against mine, before returning to his movements, and he starts speeding up. I'm getting close to cumming, too. "The one time I come in without knocking," a voice says, and we jump apart. I smack my head into the headboard, and Matt freezes up, looking at his brother in terror for a moment before shoving me off the bed and crawling under the blanket. "Matt, now do you understand why I got you lube?" Matt just whimpers under his blanket while I stare at Sensei Adam in shock and fright and pure embarrassment. Sensei Adam leaves, telling us to finish up, and not to come out unless we're fully clothed, since he doesn't want to do my lesson with us being naked. Did he seriously just tell us to finish up? There's no way either of us can do that! It takes me a few minutes to get Matt out from under his blanket, and he's pretty much just dying of embarrassment and fear. He's terrified that Sensei Adam's going to hate him and kick him out. I think he missed the part where Sensei Adam basically told him the lube was for us to use when we had sex. He's an idiot, but at least he's my idiot. When I finally talk him out from under his blanket, I tell him we should get ready for martial arts, and he gets a devilish grin. Five minutes later, we're downstairs, looking at Sensei Adam, who's reading something on his laptop in the kitchen. "Finally," Sensei Adam looks up at us and stares. "What the hell?" "You said fully clothed," Matt states. "We're fully clothed." We are. Matt broke into his winter gear, so we're covered from head to toe in clothes. Winter boots, pants, shirts, jackets, hoodies, hats, scarves, gloves - everything. Only our eyes are visible. "Go upstairs and get ready for lesson, you two dumbasses," Sensei Adam says. "I've got a new charge, Matt, and he'll be joining us in there. Behave. And let me know if you two need condoms." "If we need condominiums or condiments?" Matt asks. And he was dying of embarrassment five minutes ago. "Condoms for your dicks," Sensei Adam plainly states. "Now go upstairs and get dressed." "Sir, yes, sir!" Matt salutes to him, then we head upstairs, changing into our gis in his room before entering the dojo room. Standing in there is a boy around fourteen or fifteen, with wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes, his skin pale, with freckles on his cheeks and nose. He's kind of scrawny, and he's got a mean face. "You're seriously going to train me with these homos?" The kid asks Sensei Adam. "You mean my two best students?" Sensei Adam asks. "Matt can kick my ass, and Liam's above my staff's level in skill, as is his best friend. And I told you that Matt is my brother." "So?" The new kid asks. "I don't want them trying to rape me, the fucking homos." Before Sensei Adam can stop him, Matt has thrown the new kid to the ground, his knee pressing into the kid's chest. "I'm King Matt," Matt's voice is eerily quiet and calm. "And I'm an ass-kicker. I have eyes only for Liam, as proven when I didn't get up while watching three other boys have sex with each other. The fact that you're whining about me raping you when I had just met you tells me one of two things. The first is that you're an idiot, and the second is that you want me to fuck you as hard and as rough as I can, and might even be into bondage, if it's rape you're whining about, not just me putting the moves on you or trying to do something with you. "Now," Matt continues as the kid tries to get him off of him, but fails. "I know for a fact that those with violent or aggressive pasts, such as those who ended up in juvie, aren't supposed to make it into this house, as Adam didn't get that changed yet, since it was considered a threat to me at the time, which means that your social worker is new, and she lied to Adam. I'm going to make one thing clear, kid: shut your mouth, behave, and don't make a fuss. I'm not going to rape you, as I'm only into Liam, and you need to remember that. You're not my type, so keep dreaming and stop projecting. Try to hurt anyone, try to break anything, and I will unleash that pain unto you tenfold. You will behave, and you will not act out. Juvie will be a dream compared to the horrors I will inflict upon you, should you try to hurt someone while in Adam's care. Do you understand me?" Matt's voice quiet, eerily calm voice sent a chill down my spine, and when I look at him threatening the kid, his canines almost look like fangs, his eyes just a little bit narrower, a primal force within that gaze. Matt looks absolutely terrifying, and yet I doubt he's changed even slightest. He's someone projecting a vicious beast into his appearance. How the hell? His poor victim can only nod and whimper, and Matt gets up, then lets him up. Only once he does that does he appear to return to normal, and he takes a deep breath, then looks at Sensei Adam. "You knew I was gay, didn't you?" You need to make up your mind on whether or not you're scared of people knowing you're gay, Matt. Everyone at school knows, Sensei Adam was clearly trying to hook us up, and he even bought us lube, and it's not as if anyone could really do anything to screw you over. ~~END OF CHAPTER EIGHT~~ Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it! As always, any feedback, be it questions, comments, suggestions, etc. can be sent to me at kingkurt1339@gmail.com – I try to respond to every email! You can also follow me on Twitter @KurtMKing now, too! There it is, people, the answer to the question of who it was Finn had sex with! That's the #3 question I get asked, though #1 is no longer relevant, seeing as it got answered (Adrian's connection to Xander), so this is technically the former #2 question, but who cares? Anyway – if you didn't see it in my last chapter, I've got a massive YA fantasy story I've been working on that I'm now posting!. If you want the details, let me know! I did some math, too, and it turns out that last month (April), I posted 88,968 words between 16 chapters of three stories (two here on Nifty, one elsewhere). That's the equivalent of a full novel in my demographic and genres. I've also been asked (more so lately than before) if I'm published anywhere else, or if I'm looking for a publisher. I am, but not for these stories, being published on royalroadl.com with other stories. My big project can also be found there. At this time, I'm not looking to publish a book version of this story or NLXK (the latter of which I do get asked as my #4 question). The Kingverse will remain exclusively on Nifty for the time being. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it, and look forward to Chapter 9!