Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 15:03:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Ten...

Disclaimer

This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys.  If
you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which
you live, do not read any further.

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Chapter Ten:  Sweet Mighty Ole God
January 1992...

Christmas vacation was a well needed relief, but it's a time I didn't get
spend with Matt or Anthony much.  The Duckers had flown back to Canada for
Christmas and was gone for several weeks, returning only a few days before
school started back up.  Anthony had been eye balling some girl in his
science class, and apparently called her on many occasions over the break.
Within a week, they were officially going out -- big deal in Jr. High.

Anthony's birthday came and went with no more then a small birthday party
involving Matt and I, cake some presents and that was it.  His birthday was
on a weekday so we had his party Friday Night instead.  We came directly
over to his house after school and started the party from there.  We tossed
the football around for while and went inside.  It was a bit chilly, mid
40s probably so we didn't play long.

Ms. Nichols met us at the dinning room table.  "What would you three like
for dinner?  Pizza Hut or Dominos?"

Anthony thought for a second.  "Dominos mom."

"Ok, I'll order so dinner will be in about thirty minutes."  She walked
over to the phone and called the pizza in.  We sat around the table just
talking about everything.  Ms. Nichols went back to her room while we
waiting for the pizza.

Anthony said "hey, I'm going to take Lilly to a movie next Friday.  Ya'll
want to come along?  Mom said I can't go alone with just her, but if all
four of us went, it'd be ok."

"Sure" I said.

"Sounds fine with me.  I'm sure my parents will let me."

"So you really really like Lilly huh?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to have the same weird feelings with her as you did Kat?"

"I don't know.  Guess we'll find out huh."

Matt then asked "What movie did you have in mind?"

"Not sure.  I haven't looked at what's on."

We fumbled through the newspaper looking for listings.  Anthony had the
idea that it should be a date-type movie -- no big action movie.  We were
only looking for possibilities, as Anthony would ask Lilly later about the
movie.  By the time we had a few ideas, the pizza had arrived.  It was good
as usual, although I like Mr. Gattis better.  While we were eating,
Ms. Nichols brought out a cake, bearing the numbers 1-3 on top.  Anthony
was now officially a teenager, the last of us to reach their pinnacle of
childhood and their threshold of teenagehood.  From appearances, Anthony
looks just as old as I do, and Matt looks like the younger one.

After dinner and cake, we watching some TV in his room while talking about
whatever, and fooling around.  Anthony kept flipping through the channels.

"Look, there's a hot chick.  She's got big boobs."  We laughed as if we'd
never heard the word before.

"Boobs.  He said boobs."  Matt giggled.

"Are Lilly's that big?" I asked.

"Shut up Will, you dork!" I think I hit a nerve.

"Oh, so they are flat like your comeback?"

He shoved me off the end of his bed where I was sitting, and I fell
partially on top of Matt.

"Oowe!  Get off me moron!"  Matt screamed and shoved me back.

We were all laughing and calling each other names.  Anthony went back to
flipping through the channels again.  "Look, there's another one!"  We all
looked at the TV.  The lady on the TV started to strip her clothes off.
Anthony gawked.  But the TV cut away as she took them off, showing only her
panties fall to the ground through her legs.  "Damn!" Anthony exclaimed.

"Figured." I said.

Matt crawled up to the cabinet below Anthony's TV, where the Nintendo games
were.  He was shuffling through them.  He was on all four, with is rear end
aiming straight back at us. Now I had two shows.  Anthony remarked.  "We
want to see women, not men Matt" and then we laughed.  Matt looked over his
shoulder at us and wiggled his butt.

"You can look, but no touching" Matt said.

"No worries from me." I immediately said.  Anthony about repeated my exact
words.

"Let's play some games!"

"I'm looking at women on TV Matt."

"You've been looking for the last thirty minutes, time to have some fun for
a change."  Matt slipped a game in and turned it on.

"Fine, I'll kick your ass then."

At that, Matt and Anthony were fighting each other on some baseball game.
I started in on being the commentator. I would comment when one was doing
good, calling the other `sucky' getting them laughing and calling each
other names.  They played a close game, Matt winning by a run in the final
inning.  That got Anthony all in an uproar calling him lucky and how his
guys cheated and this and that.  It was all in good fun, but Anthony got up
and said he was going to the bathroom.

While he was out of the room, Matt looked back at me and said "you want to
play?"

"Naw, that's ok. I'll beat me anyways."

"Fine, then I won't give you my surprise."

Surprise?  What could he possibly surprise me with?  I thought for a
moment.  I wasn't sure what he really meant, but I wanted to find out.
"Ok, fine.  I'll play."  I grabbed the controller and we started the game.

"If you win, I'll give you the surprise.  And you must promise not to tell
Anthony about the surprise."

"What if I lose?"

"You get nothing!"

"Fine, you're on.  I'm gonna kick your ass."

The game was going quickly.  I was much more familiar with the game, so I
was beating him easily.  Anthony had come back into the room and was
rooting Matt on.  By the end, I didn't care about the surprise; I beat him
easily by eight runs.

Around nine, Ms. Nichols came in and told us to keep it down.  She was
going to bed and we shouldn't stay up too late.  I never figured out what
parents mean by `too late' considering we always stayed up past midnight.
Does it really matter since we don't have school tomorrow?

We played games, talked about everything, and in general had a good time.
But it was coming up on midnight and we were getting tired.  Anthony left
the room to get ready for bed.  Matt and I spread out the sleeping bags on
the ground in front of Anthony's bed.  Anthony has a small bed, so only one
person can sleep in it.  There won't be any bed sharing at Anthony's
sleepovers.

When Anthony re-entered the room, he turned the light off and closed the
door.  He did a sprint run-jump over us and onto his bed lightly whacking
Matt on the head with is foot.

"Oowe!  Watch it dork!  You hit my head."

"So?  Can't hurt nothing up there" Anthony shot back.

"It's all hot air up there" I pointed out.

The TV was providing the only light in the room.  There was no light coming
in from his window.  I took my clothes off and laid my side of the sleeping
back.  I heard Matt doing the same, but kept my eyes watching the TV.
Anthony however, made it our problem that he was undressing.  I felt
something hit low on my legs.  A second later, one of his socks landed on
my face.  I quickly jerked it off and yell "Stop that you dweeb!"

"What he do?"  Matt asked.  But before I could respond I saw Anthony's
shirt land on his head.  Anthony laughed.  Matt quickly threw it back in
Anthony's direction.  A second later, I was bombarded with Anthony's
shorts.  Again I threw that way off into the opposite corner.  Thank god he
has nothing left to throw.

A second later I heard Matt scream "What the fuck?  Oh my god that's
gross!"

I looked over quickly as I caught Matt throwing something away.  "What?" I
said.

"He threw his underwear at me!"

I looked up at Anthony who had an evil grin on his face.  "What's with
that?" I said.

"I didn't need them anymore.  I'm in bed" Anthony said.

I thought for a moment.  He threw his boxers at Matt.  He's not wearing
anything now?"

"You're naked?"  Matt asked.

"Yeah, it's cool.  I tried sleeping naked one night and it's great.  It
feels so awesome!"  Both Matt and I were silent.  "Well, don't try it now.
And don't either of ya'll get any ideas!"  I am not available" and he
lifted his chin up in a sarcastic grunt.  I can't believe this!  Anthony is
no more then six feet from me and he's completely naked!  Damn.  I couldn't
help but think of how lucky those bed sheets must be.  "You should try it
sometime." He said but quickly added "but not tonight.  Do it in your own
bed."

"I can't believe you Anthony.  You're completely naked.  That's not right.
There is just something morally wrong with that.  Don't you dare fall off
your bed tonight!"

Matt spurted out "Yeah, none of that funny stuff."

I went back to watching TV.  I should say, I went back to looking at the
TV.  My mind wasn't working enough to be watching it.  I still can't
believe Anthony is doing this to me!

After a little while longer Anthony said he was going to bed and he turned
the TV off.  It was completely dark.  There was no light at all, except for
the diminutive amount coming from the clock.  It was awfully cold sleeping
on this floor.  I couldn't get to sleep for some reason.  Who am I kidding?
I couldn't sleep because Anthony took all his clothes off no more then six
feet from me and I can't stand it!

I finally settled down a bit.  I was facing away from Matt and the bed.  I
heard from over my shoulder.  "I'm cold."  Matt whispered.

I leaned my head back but didn't move my body.  I couldn't make him out.
It was too dark.  "What?" I asked.

"I'm cold.  This floor is cold."

"I know I'm cold too."  Then I retuned to my previous position.  A moment
later I felt Matt moving closer to me.  I opened my eyes.  I was facing
away from him, but I didn't want to move to see him.  I felt him drape an
arm over my stomach and scoot next to me.  I felt his warm skin come in
contact with my cold back.  I looked out of the corner of my eye at nothing
in particular.  I was wide awake.  I didn't resist him at all.  I felt the
back of my thigh get warm.  He moved so close, I felt his warm breath on
the back of my neck, and then his warm lips touch me.  The hair on the back
of my neck literally stood on end.

"This feels better" Matt whispered -- his breath warming my ear when he
said it.

I only replied.  "Yes it does."

"You feeling warmer?" he asked.

"Yes, please don't move."  I moved my arm and placed it on top of his.  I
grabbed his and with mine and held it tight against my stomach.  He rested
his cheek on the side of my neck and shoulder.  I felt warm now.  Not just
from the body heat we were sharing, but from the warmth his heart was
sharing.  I felt like I was being held, like a baby.  It was extremely
comforting having him hold me like this.  The warmth of Matt and his
comforting grip nuzzled me into a sleep of astronomical proportions.

I awoke the next morning still hand in hand with Matt.  We had barely moved
at all during the night.  I noticed his leg was draped over mine now.
"Morning" I heard Matt whisper to me.

I slightly startled me.  "Good morning Matt."  I just lay intertwined; a
smile broke across my face.  I felt Matt smile back, as if he knew I was
smiling at him.  "What time is it?"  I felt him lift his head then back
down.

"Nine thirty."

I started rubbing his arm.  Then I moved my foot and started rubbing his
leg.  I made a point of feeling his lower left, just above his ankle, in an
attempt to see if he had leg hair.  With all the cold weather lately, I
hadn't had a chance to see if he started to sprout.  I rubbed my toes up
and down slowly.  I couldn't feel anything at all, but warm smooth skin.

"What are you doing?"  He started to lightly giggle.

"Nothing."

"Sure."  He giggled again.

"Is Anthony still asleep?" I asked.

"I think so."  Then Matt peeled away from me and got onto his knees.  The
cover dropping down leaving my upper body exposed.  A chill raced through
my body, I was suddenly cold.  I rolled over onto my back, stretching and
krinking my stiff bones.  Matt was checking to see if Anthony was awake or
not.  I saw him gently shake his shoulder.

Apparently Anthony didn't respond because Matt slid down and sat Indian
style with his back against the bed.  He was facing me with his legs no
more than a foot from my face.  I turned my head and inspected his knee and
lower leg.  Hairless just as I had predicted from my earlier explorations.
He saw me checking him out.  I reached up and with one finger, dragged it
from knee to ankle, feeling up his sensational aroma.

Matt giggled.  "That tickles."

"Sorry" and I blushed lightly.

"I need to take a leak."  He got up and left the room.

A moment later I heard Anthony yawn.  Yawning is contagious.  I yawned
back.  I heard smacking of the mouth from up on the bed.  I presumed
Anthony was awake now.  He rolled over and looked down at me.

"Morning birthday boy."

"My birthday was four days ago."

"So."  I was silent for a moment.  "How's it feel to be a teenager
finally?"

"I dunno.  The same I guess.  I need to pee bad."  He sat up and almost
stood up but stopped short.  I just looked at him.  "Uhmm...can you hand me
my boxers?"

I laughed, just realizing he was still naked from last night.  "Oh so now
you want your underwear huh?  You didn't seem to want it last night when
you flung it at Matt."  Matt walked in at that moment.  "Hey Matt, Anthony
wants his underwear back."

Matt cracked up.  He bent over and picked the discarded boxers off the
ground.  "You want these back?"  He asked.

"Yes, give them back dweeb!" Anthony commanded.

Matt laughed some more, but threw them back anyways.  Anthony slid them on
under the covers and then went to the bathroom.  Matt grabbed his clothes
and started to get dress.  "Get dressed.  Ms. Nichols is fixing breakfast
already."

Breakfast was great.  Anthony's birthday party was great in general, but
the sleep was the best.  Best nights sleep I've ever had on a floor before.

Next week's school went by fairly slowly.  Matt was back to his normal self
in gym class. The harassment Matt had been getting was completely gone.
Matt was slowly turning back to his old self in gym class.  Friday finally
came around.  I was off to a movie with Matt, Anthony and his date, Lilly.

Even though Anthony had received a nice bundle of money for his birthday
just a week ago, we went to the dollar theatre because that is where the
movie was that Lilly wanted to see.  The dollar theatre is nice because it
only cost a dollar for the movie, but the popcorn and drinks are heavily
priced.  The theatre can charge a dollar because apparently it doesn't
employ a janitor.  The theatre floors are dirty, sticky and icky.  Thank
God the lights are too low to see them.  I swear if you could, it'd look
like the bottom of a dumpster.

Another great thing about the dollar theatre is it is always empty.  I've
been in it where there was me and only two other people I could see.  When
we entered the theatre room, the lights were still dimly light, and I could
see only a handful of people there.  Lilly picked the seats in the very
back row.  Usually I like near the front, but it seems Lilly is in charge
this time.

Lilly sat on the far left, Anthony next to her, then me and Matt on the
right.  The movie was...just there.  It wasn't good.  It wasn't bad.  I
don't know how it was because I had a hard time watching it.  My mind was
wondering all over the place, from school to stupid stuff.  I lost track of
time, but sometime during the middle of the movie, Matt nudged me with his
elbow.  I didn't responding thinking he accidentally did it, but after the
second and third nudge I looked at him in question.  "What?"

Matt pointed at Anthony and Lilly with his eyes.  I looked over and was
stunned to see them kissing.  I glanced back to Matt with a look of shock.
It's like we communicated with our eyes.  He nodded in the affirmative.  I
looked back at Anthony.  I could only see the back of his head and that was
it, but they were really going at it.  They weren't just kissing, they were
making out.

I felt a hand on mine.  I looked back and Matt had his hand on top of mine.
I looked up at him.  His eyes were mesmerizing.  He just looked at me.  His
eyes were soft with compassion.  He had that look on his face again.  His
whole demeanor turned soft.  He moved a little closer to me, all without
removing his eyes.  He moved his hand and grabbed my hand, his other hand
moving around resting on my shoulder.  He moved his right hand up from my
hand and brushed up against my neck.  He rubbed the side of my cheek with
his thumb -- back and forth, side to side.  We never lost eye contact.  I
grabbed him from behind his neck.  He leaned forward and his soft lips
touched mine.  I got dizzy inside my stomach as I felt light tingling.  I
got hot all of a sudden.

I closed my eyes.  I felt him push a little -- his hand squeezing my
shoulder a bit.  He moved back away from me.  I opened my eyes in
disappointment.  I questioned why?

I started to speak, but he placed a finger over my mouth to hush me.  He
rubbed my lips with his finger.  He glanced down at what he was doing.  My
heart was racing, I couldn't move, I felt paralyzed with fanaticism.  He
leaned forward again and placed his lips on mine.  It was the most amazing
feeling, like someone had hooked me up to an I.V. of bliss.  My whole body
gave a great thunder.  Lightning had struck my heart.  I was pumped to
life.  My tongue adventured to the surface of his lips.  His mouth opened
and our tongue's exchanged a moment of one.

Matt gave a low groan.  I was high on testosterone.  My world was spinning
before me.  I opened my eyes are parted our passionate kiss.  He looked
back at me with his big blue eyes.  I saw something I had never seen
before.  I didn't know what it was, but didn't want to waste time trying to
figure it out right now.  I explored his eyes for a moment.  I leaned
forward at the same time as Matt and we just about ate each other.  We
exchanged another passionate kiss.  He kissed like a god.  He kissed like
he was massaging my heart with his mouth, his tongue his mind.  He was
rubbing up and down my back.  My hands lost all connection with my mind,
and took on a life of their own.  I was starting to huff through my nose
fairly deeply as was Matt.  I ran my hands through his hair.  Our tongues
excavated each other's mouths.

Then a loud explosion of argument from the movie broke our correlation.  It
jolted us back to reality.  We both looked up at the screen, then back at
each other.  We both just smiled.  We went back to watching the movie.  We
held hands for the remainder of the movie, which I managed to watch and
understand now.  All my crazy worries from previous were washed down the
drain.

I didn't even check to see if anyone was watching, or if Anthony was
watching.  For those few moments, I was lost in the sands of time.

That night, lying in bed I thought back on that moment.  We never once said
a word to each other.  I pretty much knew I was gay, but was Matt gay?  Why
would he kiss me like that if he wasn't?  I was confused.  I replayed those
moments in my mind a few hundred times at least.  I was moaning just
thinking about it.

My dad had taught me a thing or two about relationships.  First and
foremost, that being gay is wrong.  That is putting it lightly.  He uses
words that describe it as a perversion -- the work of the devil, the
inherited sins of demons, paganism -- a person without morals and dignity,
without care for the human race or respect for ones body.  I had always
questioned whether I was doing such a thing, but tonight not only was that
question answered, I chopped it down with an axe and thunderous crash.  I
always believed what my dad was teaching me; I have no reason not to, but
this was different.  I had only briefly kissed a few girls, never once felt
anything other then obligation.  This felt so natural -- so inherent.

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