Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2005 15:11:24 -0800 (PST)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Twenty-four...

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 Twenty-Four: Three levels of Fear...

I woke up earlier then normal, considering Monday morning is usually the
day I take an extra ten minutes of sleep.  I took an extra long shower,
making sure to think of Matt in my morning ritual of masturbation.  I
shaved off the few tiny stubbles on my upper lip that make me look older,
but I just don't like them at all.  I'd prefer not to have any.  I haven't
asked Matt what he thinks of that, but I am not sure if I want to know.
What if he wants me to keep them?  At this point, I think I'd rather not
know.  If he likes them, then he may want me to keep them and I'd be
obligated to keep them for him.

I got out of the shower and checked out my figure.  I am still a tiny bit
skinner then I'd like to be, but not skinny like many of the kids in my
classes.  My happy trail is coming in well too.  Matt likes to point that
out, making me blush how he enjoys running his fingers along it.  I think
maybe he's a bit jealous of it.  He doesn't even have signs of one yet.

The peach fuzz on my ass is starting to come in a bit thicker.  Don't get
me wrong, it is still very light and not visible, but the feel is
wonderful.  It's not like Matt's, whose ass is one-hundred percent silky
skin.  Although, I am not sure if I care about my ass or not because Matt
hasn't taken interest in my ass like I have taken interest in his.  I guess
I can't worry about everything to do with my body or not.  I cannot control
how my body grows up; I just have to hope it grows up to Matt's liking.  Or
he has to grow to like what my body does.

I woke Ben up after I got dressed.  I ate breakfast and made small talk
with my mom.  Christmas vacation was coming up in a week's time, and my mom
was interested in what I may want for Christmas.  I could think of one
thing, but wasn't about to let my mom know.

"Just get me something cool.  Surprise me maybe.  Or maybe a new game," I
said.

"Ok honey.  Have a good day," Mom replied, as I walked out the door.

It was rather chilly out this morning.  I could see my breath in the air.
It wasn't just the air that was chilling me; I had a weird sensation this
morning.  That night I had a weird dream.

I was walking through an orchard with Matt, or at least that's who it
appeared to be.  Even though it didn't resemble Matt that much, my mind was
tricked into believing it was him.  It was really sunny and the clouds were
moving fast across the horizon.  The birds were singing in the warm breeze.

Matt and I stopped at a creek, which was crystal clear and shallow.  We
were going to take our shoes off, but they weren't on our feet, so we
crossed the ice cold water.  Odd that it was cold, yet the weather was
warm.

We continued walking, but the blossoming flowers and green trees became
increasingly dead-like.  The sky darkened with overcast and the trees
became bare.  The warm breeze grew chilly and thick.  We continued walking,
but before we knew it, the entire orchard became foggy.

We began to hear voices -- low spooky voices, as if they were from the
dead.  We ran as fast as we could, struggling to avoid the grips of the
voices, telling us to `come back, we won't hurt you.'  We moved quickly
through thick brush and dead trees before we came to an opening.

The opening was the end of dead orchard.  There was bright light from the
sun, green grass and thriving wildlife.  Right in the middle of this open
field stood one enormous tree.  We slowly walked for the tree.  We looked
about the wildlife, squirrels cracking nuts, deer chewing grass,
butterflies fluttering through the air, rabbits hopping and birds flying
by.  It was incredibly peaceful.

We came within about ten yards of the tree, with its long reaching
branches, almost stood like a man.  There were thousands of
blossoms...beautiful flowers on its limbs, birds nesting in the outreached
arms, squirrels scaling its thick trunk, and an owl, enormous eyes peeking
from within its dark hole, centered perfecting on the trunk.

The tree spoke in a very deep and pleasant voice.  It told us that it
wouldn't hurt us.

We asked what it was doing here in the middle of nowhere.

The tree began to chuckle, evilly...a deep ground shaking laugh.  The
animals that made this tree home didn't respond to its deafening laughter.

The tree grew angry and the birds from its branches sprang forward upon us,
striking us repeatedly.  They hit Matt with their beaks in stunning
precision upon his chest.  He fell to the ground.

The birds stopped attacking me, but I fell to the ground also, not from the
attacks, but in response to Matt falling.  I looked at him and he looked
back at me.

The alarm woke me up after that I believe.  I say `believe' because I am
not sure about any more of this dream.  I didn't remember having it until
the chilly breeze hit my face on the way to the bus stop.  It made me feel
uneasy, as if it were telling me something.  I had no idea if I was being
overly cautious or if I was reading too much into a strange dream.

I arrived at `our' special meeting place and Matt was not there.  I waited
for him to arrive. He never did.

School went by slowly with my mind on why Matt didn't show up for school
this morning.  Everything ran through my mind from just being late for
school to Matt's being dead.  I planned to call him when I got home if I
didn't see him today.



"Hello?" I heard Mrs. Ducker answer the phone.

"Hi, it's Will.  Is Matt there?"

"He didn't come to school today."

I perked up.  I already knew that, but the fact that that is the first
thing she said instead of just answering my question caught my attention.

"Can I speak to him?" I asked.

"I don't think he can.  His father kept him home today.  He wasn't feeling
well I believe."

"Is he sick?"

"No, he just isn't well."

"I don't get it," I said.

"It's not easy to explain.  He just isn't well and can't talk to you right
now.  Maybe later," she replied.

"Like in a few hours?  Tonight?" I inquired.

"I am not sure."

"Can you just tell him that I called please?"

"Sure," she said.

I hung up the phone a bit perplexed -- uneasy about how she dodged the
question.  He was either sick or he wasn't.  I couldn't imagine why he
would have been kept home if he wasn't sick.  School was important to them.

With Matt on my mind, I had to find a way to think about something else for
the time being.  It was doing me no good just sitting around contemplating
every possible scenario that could be the reason for his apparently
"sickness."


 I decided to spend some time with Ian.  We played basketball, which has
become common with us.  After that, we threw the football around some.  He
was really cute trying to throw like a pro.  His back foot kicked up
awkwardly and made him look kind of girlish, but it was definitely cute.

It was really too chilly out to break much of a sweat, so I presumed Ian
wouldn't take a shower, therefore I didn't try and take a sneak peek.  Plus
I really wasn't in the mood.  By then, my mind had drifted back to Matt and
I told Ian I was going in.


The next morning, I again waited for Matt and again was disappointed to not
find him at school.  I made do by hanging with some friends that walked by.

Classes went by fast because I got my mind off Matt, and into school work
and friends.  Eddie noticed I was a little down, which I was, but wasn't as
down as I had been the previous day.  I lied and told him I had a headache.
I didn't want to talk about it.

When I got home that afternoon, I called up the Ducker's and tried to get a
hold of Matt.

"Hello," a girl's voice answered.

"Hey, is Matt there?"

"No, he can't come to the phone."

"Who is this?"

"It's Sarah.  Matt can't speak to you now, so you can go."

"No, wait!" I said.

"What?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"You know very well what's wrong with him," Sarah said with a demonizing
voice.

I felt a chill run down my body.  I was confused and could only think of
one thing.  "What do you mean I know?  Your mom wouldn't tell me a thing."

"That's good.  Now be gone," she said as she slammed the phone down.  I
stood, still holding the phone, baffled.  I wasn't sure what to make of
Sarah's weird behavior.  I felt like I had to speak with someone about
this, preferably Matt, but felt like it wasn't the right time to go on over
there.



Saturday, I awakened early with the intention on going over to Matt's house
and find out what is going on.

"Good morning Will," Mom said as she poured some coffee.  "Is there
anything you want from the store?"

I thought for a moment.  "Nope.  I'm fine."

"What do you have planned for today," Mom asked?

"I was gonna go over to Matt's if that's ok."

"Sure.  Would you like a ride?"

"Oh no, that's ok.  I like riding my bike."

I fixed some cereal and ate quietly in deep thought, as I scanned the funny
pages.  My mom sat across from me drinking her coffee, reading the
newspaper.

I checked the time.

It was only nine-thirty; still way too early to go over.  His parents (and
probably even Matt) would still be in bed.  I couldn't believe how early I
woke up.

I was bored... just sitting, waiting, and mentally agonizing over my
situation.  I got up and brushed my teeth then went back into my room.

Later, my parents said they were leaving for the normal Saturday morning
errands and were gone.  I watched cartoons until about ten-thirty. Then, I
left.

When I got to Matt's house, I noticed the car gone.  I dropped my bike off
in the front lawn and knocked on the door.

Sarah answered the door, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Matt.  Is he..."

"You can't see him," she interrupted.

"But what the fuck is wrong?"  I got angry.

She just stared at me,her eyes glaring into mine.

"Matt!" I yelled to the empty hallway behind her.

"You have to go now," Sarah said in a calm voice, but I could tell she was
agitated.

"Why..." I tried to ask as the door shut.

I knocked on the door again.  Then after a minute of no response, I pounded
on the door.  "What's wrong?" I yelled.  I backed up slowly, realizing no
one was going to answer the door.

I walked back to my bike, picking it up, straddling it, I stood in anger
scanning each window for any signs of life.  I rode across the lawn and
onto the driveway.  I jumped off my bike and walked back to the back gate.
I looked around.  I about gave up when I saw some movement inside.  I knew
it wasn't Sarah because of the hair (and it was too short for her.) It was
Matt!

He walked to the backdoor, and before opening it, he looked over his
shoulder.  Then he quietly came outside, closing the door as if not to make
any noise.

"What the..."

"Shhhh," Matt cautioned. "Come here," he motioned.

I followed him back behind the garage.

"What is going on?  Are you sick or what?  No one will tell me a thing!"

"Quiet!"

Then Matt lunged forward and planted a kiss on my lips.

He parted me with his exploring tongue.  He moaned and his hands were all
over my body, touching every part of me that he could.  I couldn't do
anything but respond.  I about swallowed his tongue, but he was sucking
just as hard as I was.

I finally broke the kiss.  "What the fuck is going on already?!"

Matt's eyes dropped to the ground, "They know."

"They know..." I said slowly, connecting the dots in my head.  "They know
that we're gay," I whispered almost inaudible.

He just nodded his head.

I stood, shocked.  I was more then shocked.  I felt like my stomach had
just been scooped out with a dull rusty spoon and fed to a dog.  My knees
quivered.

"How?"

Matt, still holding on to me tight, didn't respond.  I looked down at him,
his head buried into my shoulder.

"Matt?  Are you crying?"

"My sister saw us kissing one time when I left the door cracked.  I think
she told my dad and she's been spying on us ever since.  I think."

"Holy shit!"

"Then she must have just told my dad because he just flipped Sunday night.
He took me up to my room and preached about sins and being gay and shit."

"And he has kept you out of school too?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know.  He wants to turn me straight before I go back, I think."

"But..."  I stopped in mid sentence when I heard Matt whimper again.

"...and he beat me."

"Beat you like `hit' you?"

Matt looked up again me for the first time since the kiss and made eye
contact.  His eyes were watering pretty heavily, tears flowing down his
cheek, his nose bright red.  I immediately used my hand to wipe his tears
away.

He turned around and lowered his shorts to show me his ass.

I gasped in response, seeing his heavily bruised behind.

"He whips me at least twice a day, telling me," then using his best
fatherly impression, "`You're not gay, bastard, not gay'" Matt cough
lightly, tearing up again.  "He just says that over and over as he beats me
with his belt."

By this time, my eyes were watering up.  I just embraced him in a tight
hug.  "I don't know what to say."

"I love you Will.  I can't stop loving you just because my dad says so."

"I love you too.  Matt, I loved you ever since we kissed in the theatre
that one time.  I knew it.  We can't let your dad stop us from being
together."  I wasn't sure what I was really saying.  My mouth was on auto
pilot just saying what flowed from it.

"I can't take this much longer.  I don't know what I'm going to do," Matt
whimpered again.  I could feel the dampness on my shoulder again, as he
cried.

"I don't know either.  What does your mother do?"

"I don't know.  She hasn't said anything.  She must...just watch."

"I can't believe she just stands there watching your father!"  I felt angry
by this, but wasn't surprised at all.  "Your parents have known since..."
My mind clicked -- the light bulb blew its fuse.  His parents have known
all this time, yet they apparently haven't called my parents.

I quivered under the sudden realization.  I felt faint.  I stumbled
backwards and bumped into the garage wall.  I slide down onto my ass.

"Will..." Matt said as he shook my shoulders.

"You're parents..."  I panted.

"What...my parents what?"

"They haven't told my parents yet, but they can anytime they want."

"I know."

My hands started shaking and I started hyperventilating.  "I'm scared now.
What are we going to do?"

Matt squatted down to be on level with me.  He leaned forward.  We met with
a kiss.  I closed my eyes and rubbed his back as we shared our grief in
unison.

"OW!"

I was suddenly being attacked.  I jumped up and found my ass covered in
ants.  "GOD DAMN ANTS!

I started beating at them.  Matt joined in.  "Damn, they're all the way in
my underwear."  I lowered my jeans and searched around for any remaining
ants.

Just as I was satisfied all the ants were gone, we heard a car door shut.

"Oh shit," Matt said.

He ran around the corner of the garage.  as I followed.

I stopped short, but it was too late.  His parents were there, in the
backyard, going into the house.  They turned to see us standing there.

No one said a word.

Mrs. Ducker finally went on with her business, taking the groceries in.

"What are you doing here Will?"  Mr. Ducker said in a calm voice.

"I came to see what was wrong with Matt.  And I think I found out."

"Ok.  Then maybe you should be going now then.  You got what you came for.
You don't need to hang around any longer.  No one wants to see your
perverted actions around here."

"WHAT!?  I yelled.  "Perverted actions?  We are not perverts!"

"Fags are perverts.  They are sinners.  You're going to hell unless you
change.  Has your father not taught you better?"

"I'm not going to hell.  You can't tell me that!" I said in defiance.

Mr. Ducker's voice became agitated, "You are...and I will not let Matt be a
pervert.  I will not let my son be a fag and do heathen shit."

"You can't tell him..."

"Will," Matt jumped in, "I'm not gay.  You're not helping."  He seemed to
be pleading with me.  "STOP!  Just let it go, please..."

"I..."

"You better get out of here now," Mr. Ducker said.

I stood for a moment, then slowly walked off.  As I walked past the car,
Mrs. Ducker was unloading more bags from the trunk.  I made eye contact
with her.  She had genuine concern on her face.

"How can you let him beat Matt like that?" I snarled in disgust.

I jumped on my bike and rode off in anger.

I was scared, I was pissed.

But I realized I may have made it worse for Matt now.  For all I knew, he
was getting beaten again -- another lashing of hatred on his raw bottom.

I got home shortly.  My parents were still gone.  I went straight to my
room and cried softly.  I didn't want Ben to hear me so I turned the TV up
louder than normal and shut the door.  I couldn't believe what happened.

I was effectively out to someone I hated now -- someone who could destroy
my life in an instant, someone who is already destroying my boyfriend's
life.  I couldn't stand it.  I was so angry and pissed, but those emotions
reared their ugly heads in tears.

One of my worst fears was happening right before my eyes.  Matt was being
stripped from my arms.  I felt like when I got home and hugged my pillow, I
was hugging it because I couldn't hug Matt anymore.  It was like he had
turned into a pillow, a fluffy hollow being.



An hour later, my parents came home from their errands.  I came out to the
dinning room to greet them.  My mother inquired why I was home so soon.

"Why are you home already honey?"

"Oh, Matt had chores and stuff to do."

"Oh OK.  Do you mind getting the bags of mulch out of the back of the car?
Take them around back by the patio please."  It was more of a command than
a question, so I obligatorily complied with her request.

SUBJECT AGREEMENT: You need to either pluralize the mulch by making them
"bags" or change the "them" in the next sentence to singular, "it." They
must agree!


As I walked back inside, I heard the answering machine `talking.'  My dad
was there listening when the message changed from some insurance dude to
Mr. Ducker's voice.

`This is Gregory Ducker.  We need to talk about Matt and William.  We have
some issues to discuss if you could give me a call back when you get a
chance.  Thanks, talk to you later.'

I stopped in my tracks and stared at my dad, who slowly turned from staring
at the answering machine to me.  "Do you know what that is all about?"

"I...have no idea," I lied.

I thought I had previously reached a level of fear I would never reach
again, but I was wrong.  I had topped that level and was swimming in it.  I
was more scared right now than ever before.  Mr. Ducker was going to spill
my secrets to my parents and there was nothing I could do.

"Ok, then I guess he can wait."

I stood still, waiting for his next action.  He put the pen down and went
back towards his bedroom.  I saw him disappear around the corner into the
hallway when I finally inhaled my breath again.  I felt a little sigh of
relief, but I knew Dad was going to call him eventually.  I went to my room
and tried to come up with some sort of plan.  I was drawing blanks.

I could call Mr. Ducker and pretend to be my Father, but I doubt that would
work, plus my dad would still call him.  I could go back over to Matt's
house and plea with him, but I'm not sure if that would help.

I'd just have to try and lie my way through this.  Act as if Mr. Ducker is
over-reacting to what he thought he saw.  I couldn't think of anything
better to do.  My mind was running at a hundred and fifty miles an hour
with no brakes.  I was rowing up shit creek without a paddle.

I went back to my room and turned the TV back up.  I sat in solemn silence.
I wasn't watching TV, wasn't thinking, or paying attention to what was
going on around me.  I was in a state of disbelief.

I was shaken back to reality when I heard dad yelling from his bedroom.  I
listened as best I could.  He threw some curse words around like they were
nothing.  I went to my door and looked towards his room.  The door was open
but I couldn't really see my dad.  Every now and then along with his
emotional outbursts, his arm would suddenly fling into view.  I knew he was
on the phone with Mr. Ducker.

Suddenly, I realized that the peak of fear I had reached before was just
now shattered by a new level.

My knees quivered almost violently.

I could barely stand. I felt light headed.

I retreated back into my room and sat on the corner of my table.  I knocked
everything on the table over -- my alarm clock went crashing down onto the
floor -- my lamp falling over onto my bed.  I sat here for another minute,
trembling. Then, I heard my dad finish his conversation.

I looked back toward my parent's room in utter misery.

My dad turned.

He looked directly at me.

His face was ten shades redder than I've ever seen him.

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Questions and/or Comments?

Thanks to Frank for proof reading and editing :)
wcordova98@yahoo.com

New Chapter??  I'm sorry I dont know when.  Christmas holidays are coming
up.  I'll get quite a bit done then.

Thanks to all those who have writen in.  I know this sotry is dragging
on...I'll be ending soon...With a very very interesting ending...believe
me...:)