Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 07:11:12 -0800 (PST)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Twenty-nine

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-Nine: Revelation

       I woke early the next morning to the sound of birds chirping and it
was much earlier than I would have liked to be up, but the early day's
light kept me awake.  I enjoyed the wildlife like feeling of the morning
and I saw a few deer off in the distance getting morning nourishment.  The
fire was nothing but a pile of smoldering ash.  Matt stirred in my arms as
we had managed to stay together the entire night considering how much
trouble I had staying asleep.
       "Mornin' sunshine," I whispered to Matt.
       He looked at me and smiled.  Instead of greeting me a good morning,
he leaned up and kissed me.
       "Eww -- mornin' breath," I said mockingly.
       "Like you don't have any of your own," he shot back giggling.  "And
yours taste like you're a cocksucker."
       "That's because I am," I confirmed.
	We laughed together at the irony of the joke.  Calling someone a
cocksucker in school was considered insulting, yet Matt just called me one
and I didn't mind it at all.
	We made out for a few minutes despite having morning breath and I
didn't seem to mind and neither did Matt.  Our kissing lead to morning wood
and of course that needed to be taken care of so we jacked each other off
under the covers of our warm blanket -- both of us shooting on our own
stomachs.  We stayed in bed the entire morning because it was too cold to
get out and Our bodies had made a nice warm environment inside the sleeping
bag and blankets and we didn't want to ruin it by getting up.  That was
broken when we heard Mr. Ducker speak on the walkie-talkie.
	"Matt?  Will?  Someone there?"
	Matt stumbled out of bed, hollering at how cold it was and he
grabbed the walkie-talkie and jumped back in bed, smashing up against my
knee.  I let out a yelp and before Matt answered his dad, he kissed my
knee.
	"Matt?  Hello?" Mr. Ducker repeated.
	"I'm here dad," Matt said.
	"Good.  Thought maybe this thing wasn't working.  How are you two
doing?"
	"We're doing fine.  A bit cold, but fine."
	"OK -- so when you coming home?"
	"Pretty soon."
	"Good.  Why don't you bring Will home and we'll have a nice long
chat.  You had breakfast yet?"
	"No, not really."
	"What would you like?  Eggs?  Pancakes? --"
	"Eggs, biscuits and gravy," Matt quickly said.
	"OK -- sounds like you're hungry."
	"That's because we are," I interjected.
	"Yeah, we are dad.  We'll be home soon."
	"Breakfast will be ready in twenty," Matt's dad paused, "yeah,
twenty minutes.  Can you make it home by then?"
	"Yes.  We'll be there."
	"Good."
	"Bye then," Matt said.
	"Bye."
	Matt put the walkie-talkie down and we looked at each other in
amazement.
	"What do you think your parents are up to?  Your dad seemed awfully
nice -- offering us breakfast and all."
	"Yeah -- I know.  And he wants me to bring you home too.  What's
that all about?" Matt added.
	"Beats me -- maybe he wants to beat me!"
	We both laughed, but it kind of died quickly when we realized it
might actually be true.  Was Mr. Ducker being nice to get me to come to his
house in order to beat me?  I really didn't think it was so, but it sure
was a possibility.
	We cleaned up our makeshift campsite and were on our way to Matt's
house.  It wasn't hard to find the way out of the reservoir as we just
followed the same path that led us in.  Once back into civilization, we
were met with heavy traffic.  Saturday morning's traffic was much thicker,
but we managed to stay on the narrow shoulder all the way back to Deerfield
Village.
	We rode up into the driveway where we found my parents car.  I
stopped almost immediately and felt scared. I started shaking and
apparently Mr. Ducker had told my parents to come here.
	"What do you think they're up to?" Matt asked.
	"I have no idea really.  Think we should -- uhmm -- go somewhere
else?" I asked.
	"No -- think we should do this thing.  We have to face them
sometime."
	"Yeah," I muttered.  "Easy for you to say, your dad didn't sound
like he wanted to kill you."
	I saw Mrs. Ducker poke her head through the kitchen window curtains
and it was too late to turn back now as they knew we were here.  A second
later, Mr. Ducker was standing at the back gate waving for us to come in.
	"Just a sec," I yelled over to him.  I looked at Matt then.
"Listen-whatever happens, we stick together a'right?  You back me -- I back
you.  We want to be friends.  Try not to use the word `boyfriend' as that
may backfire on us.  And don't let them know what we did last night and
where we went -- might need it later."
	"Yeah -- didn't think of all that," Matt replied.
	"Well -- I had a lot of time to think about it last night."
	We rode our bikes up and leaned them against the fence.  Mr. Ducker
didn't say a word as we walked in the back entrance into the kitchen.
Immediately I smelled the aroma of breakfast being cooked and hear the
sounds of bacon sizzling.
	"Sit down boys," Mr. Ducker finally said.
	We sat at the breakfast table-- putting our backpacks and sleeping
bags down beside us.  My parents came in from the living room when they
noticed we were here.
	Mrs. Ducker said, "Breakfast will be ready shortly and are you boys
hungry?"
	Matt and I nodded -- both a bit too scared to speak and we both
stared at each other.
	Everyone sat at the table with almost no conversation.  The only
talking was about the breakfast and it was rather spooky. As soon as
Mrs. Ducker started putting the food on the table, Mr. Ducker started to
speak.
	"Boys we have come to realize you two -- uhmm -- how to say this,
are not happy with how we've treated you."
	My mother jumped in, "That goes for us two also.
	"We've only done," he continued, "what we thought was best for you.
So you see, we didn't intend to keep you apart, we only thought that by you
two not seeing each other, your temptations that -- young boys have, might
not surface.  We figured, if in your healing process, it would best serve
you to encounter as little temptations as possible."
	"But what about just being friends?" I jumped in calmly.  "We have
to live our lives.  We can't have friends?"
	Our parents started dishing up the food.  I grabbed a few pancakes
and poured syrup on them and I saw Matt dishing up his requested biscuits
and gravy.  Even though my stomach was growling just minutes ago, I had
somewhat lost my appetite, but I managed to eat anyway.
	"Like I said," Mr. Ducker continued, "we didn't intend for it to be
this way."
	"It sure seemed intended to me," I barked, looking over at my dad.
"You took my bike away; you changed your work hours just to be home to baby
sit me -- afraid I might run off or sum'in?"
	My dad spoke up, "You rode your bike over here just to be with him
-- what was I suppose to think?"
	"We're best friends?  What do you expect?"
	"But --"
	"But what?" I broke in, getting a little frustrated.  "We're best
friends and is it so hard to believe that we'd wanna hang out and play?
You've kept us apart like we're rabid dogs or sum'in?"
	"Don't you yell at me," Dad commanded.
	"NO!  I'm tired of this.  You kept us apart long enough.  I've had
it.  I'm sick and tired of all this crap.  I hate church!  I hate how you
want to keep us apart.  It's fuckin' bullshit.  I ain't gettin' fixed.  All
you've done is bummed me out.  "I was in a daze.
	I think I struck a nerve.  All four parents looked quite shocked.
Everyone had stopped chewing their food to listen to me and I blurted out
more than I wanted to.
	"You hate church?" my mother asked.
	Before I could answer, my dad stepped in, "Church is helping you
heal son," he said in a very deep frustrating voice
	"DON'T!" I yelled back.
	"Don't what?" he questioned.
	"You think church is helpin' me?  You think for one second Pastor
Jennings has given me one ounce of help?"
	"Of course!" my dad shot back.  "He's helped lots of confused kids
get back to normal."
	"BULLFUCK!" I roared.  "All those kids are lyin' to him.  They all
just lie so their parents will leave'em alone."
	"What?" my mother asked.
	"That's right.  They're all just lyin'.  No one's bein' fixed.  I'm
gay and you ain't changin' that!" I was born that way and nothing can
change it.
	My parents were in disbelief.  I saw Matt turn back to his food and
eat some more -- sort of taking advantage of the argument between me and my
parents to get some food down.
	"Is this true son?" Mr. Ducker asked Matt.
	Matt nodded.
	I returned to my calmer voice and added, "Church isn't workin'.  We
just want to be two normal boys in high school.  We want to be able to go
over to friends house's and hang -- go to the mall with them -- shoot hoops
and everythin' other teenagers do.  Why do you have to keep us chained to
our houses like prisoners?"
	The parents didn't respond.  I went back to my bacon and pancakes
while others started to continue to eat as well.  Matt started in on
seconds and a few minutes later, Danny had come down stairs.  He looked
quite shocked at the feast of a breakfast that was prepared and he didn't
say a word while he grabbed a plate full and joined in.
	The silence was becoming awkward, so I tried to plea with them
again.
	"You're gonna have to accept us the way we are.  I'm not changin'
and I know Matt ain't either.  We're gay and that's -- that's just it.
We're gay.  We still have our lives to live and our childhood to enjoy.  So
just accept it."
	"That's an awfully lot to ask for," my dad said rather calmly.
	"No -- it's not.  It's the only thing to really ask for," I
replied.
	"Yes it is.  It's a lot to ask to accept our son is a perverted
heathen."
	"We're not perverted heathens!" I grunted.  "Just because we like
sum'in most other people don't like doesn't make us perverts."
	"I can't allow you to --"
	"This is my life!" I screamed
	"William's right," my mother jumped in and she started to plead her
case to my father.  "He's old enough to make his own decisions.  Only a few
more years and he'll be off living on his own.  We can't continue to baby
him."
	My father bowed his head in disbelief.
	"Son," Mr. Ducker said to Matt, "we'll do what we can.  I know you
don't like church as we could tell from the first few times we took you and
that is why we sort of stopped.  We came to the realization a few weeks
back, that you are who you want to be and we're having less and less of an
influence on that.  If you want to be friends with Will, that's your
choice.  We just want you to be happy."
	I saw Mrs. Ducker get teary-eyed.
	Matt's face beamed.  He finished swallowing before asking, "Why'd
you make me go if you knew I didn't like it?"
	"We thought it was the right thing to do.  We figured we should at
least try and your Mother and I have spoken quite a bit about this since we
first started going to church and --"
       "Why did you beat me?" Matt bellowed
       There was a sudden silence except for Danny's chewing.
       "I -- uhh -- it was just I was scared and angry.  I didn't want a
gay son.  I didn't want you to be gay -- that's all I could think of and I
thought of how shameful it'd be if everyone knew you were gay."
       "You're ashamed of me?  You don't want me?"
       "Oh goodness no!" Mrs. Ducker quickly interjected.  "We love you
dear and of course we want you.  You're our son and no matter what you do
or whatever you want to become, we love you."
       "Yes -- I love you son," Mr. Ducker said.  "I am very sorry for what
I did.  I will never be ashamed to admit my son is gay."
       Once I heard him say that, I felt a sigh of relief.  But realized I
didn't want him telling the whole word.
       "We'd prefer that you not tell anyone actually.  It just makes it so
much easier if no one knew.  Kids at school are real morons and we just
want to be treated like ordinary kids."
       "That no problem really," he said.
       I turned my attention back to my parents then.
       "Do we have an understandin'?" I asked, hoping for the best.
       My dad kept his eyes at his plate but my mother looked at me and she
looked like she wanted to cry, but held back.
       "Of course we do," she said.  "Right Thomas?"
       But my dad didn't respond.
       "Thomas!!!!"
       "Yes, of course we do."  My dad turned his head up and looked at me.
"I love you son, and if you two want to be ordinary teenage boys, then so
be it."
       I didn't have a mirror to look at, but I'm positive I was glowing
like a lightning bug at that very moment.  I didn't want to show my
happiness in front of my parents, so I tried to keep it as hidden as
possible.  I turned and looked at Matt an our eyes met and we smiled at
each other.  I wanted to kiss him right there and then, but I couldn't.
I'm sure Matt felt the same way.
       "Thanks for the breakfast and hospitality," my mother said, "but we
must be going as we have errands to run."
       "Can I stay?" I asked.
       "Honey, you saw Matt all day yesterday, you should come home and
maybe clean that room of yours."
       "What happened to lettin' us be normal kids?"
       My parents paused for a moment, and then my mother spoke up.  "OK,
fine.  Be home by three."
       I mentally jumped for joy.  My parents walked out the back door and
disappeared.  A moment later, we heard the car pull away and we grabbed our
bags and headed up to Matt's room.
       "I can't fucking believe that!" Matt cheered as he shut the door
behind us.
       "Hell yea!" I replied as Matt jumped into my arms and blistered me
with a feverish kiss.
       "As much as I enjoy kissin' you," I said, "we can't be seen like
this.  I mean, we're freakin' lucky our parents aren't killin' us right
now.  Let just be good friends and try not to push it too much."
       Matt's eyes shrank.  "You mean you don't wanna be my boyfriend?"
       "Oh no!  I do -- I do.  I mean we still can't be actin' like
boyfriends even though our parents seem to accept we're gay."
       "OK, that makes sense.  So what you wanna do?  We've got like four
hours before you have to go," Matt said.
       "Well -- I dunno `bout you but I feel nasty and I need a shower."
       Matt suggested we shower together and I gave him an evil grin, but
said we shouldn't for the same reason we can't be seen as boyfriends.
After our showers, we bummed around his room watching TV and listening to
music.  We caught up on a lot of things we've never had time for -- normal
teenage boy stuff.  We talked about our friends and what we should and
shouldn't tell them, which turned out to be nothing.  We decided that even
though our parents were fine with our sexuality, we didn't want to risk
being outted or losing friends over this.  We'd have to continue our normal
straight-guy appearances in school and play the game.  I suggested we try
and go with Eddie, Mitch and Jeff to the mall soon.  I had to pass up on
the last time and I felt like I was drifting away from them and I was in
such a funk for so long I almost forgot they were my friends.
       I told Matt about Aaron and how he helped me conceive of this whole
plan to get away and stand up to our parents.  I described Aaron to the
point I felt Matt was getting jealous that I was admiring another boy so
much.
       Before we knew it, it was coming up on three in the afternoon so I
had to leave.  On the bike ride home, I contemplated all that had just
happened in the last twenty-four hours.  Matt and I went from being ruled
strictly by our parents, we ran off to spend a day together, and we stood
up to our parents -- getting their approval to release the strings attached
to us.  It was so amazing, I was as happy as I've almost ever been.  I
couldn't have imaged I could have been so strong against my father.  It was
surreal.
       When I got home, I was shocked to find my parents hauling my broken
TV out the front door.  I saw that they had also taken out my shattered
stereo and some other trashed belongings.  I knew then that things had
changed.
       "Hey, there you are," my mom said.
       "I'm home on time, I swear!" I said.
       My parents laughed.  "It's OK.  We know you are," Mom said.  "We
just wanted to help you clean up your room.  We'll fix up your door
tomorrow after church and we'll see about getting you another TV.
       "Sound good?" Dad chimed in.
       "I guess.  Are we still goin' to church?" I asked.
       "We've had a little talk about this," Dad said, "and we figured we'd
let you decide if you wanted to go or not.  Your mother and I will be goin'
just like normal and you can come, but we won't force you.  We aren't gonna
force you into any more private fixin' sessions with Pastor Jennings
either, but we would like it if you did come.
       I wasn't sure what to say so I didn't answer.
	The rest of the day went cheerfully great.  I cleaned my room up
and for the first time since my dad trashed it, it resembled a real
teenager's room.  I was still deprived of a few essentials but it was
better than it's ever been.
	Dinner was exceptionally good that evening.  I was always depressed
and never made eye contact with either my mother or father, but tonight, I
not only made plenty of eye contact, we had a normal family dinner-table
conversation.  Benjamin was rather shocked but then again, he's been
shocked all day long.  My parents explained what had happened and how
things were changing for the better.  That's at least how I took it, and it
was better.  They even gave Benjamin the option to stay home from church
too and he was overjoyed by this.  I knew he wasn't intending ever to go
back there, but by dinner time, I had made up my mind to go back at least
for the time being.
	I wanted to let Aaron know of the good news as he had inspired me
to formulate my plan and to stand up to my parents -- I had to let him know
how things had gone.  I wanted to convince him to stand up to his parents
and stop lying and he needs to have a life too.
	Sunday morning when I was getting ready for church, my parents were
surprised to see I wanted to go, but I didn't let them know I was going
solely to tell Aaron about my success.  However, when we arrived at church,
I was scanning the crowd for the apricot hair I admired, but had difficulty
locating him.  During sermon, I saw Aaron's parents, but not Aaron himself.
	After sermon, I confronted his parents to ask where he was and when
they turned to face me; I instantly saw sadness in their eyes as they held
each other closely.
	"Where's Aaron?" I asked almost afraid to know their answer.
	"Will, he -- he ran away," the old man said.
	"What!?"
	"He left Thursday night.  Left a note said he wouldn't be back," he
said.
	The old lady added, "Why?  Why would he run away?  It makes no
sense."
	"Where'd he say he was goin'?" I asked.
	"Said he was runnin' away with a friend.  But he don't have any
friends to run away with," the old man said.
	"Don't have any friends," I repeated.  I felt the boldness of
Saturday morning brewing back in my belly.  "You wanna know why he ran
away?  Maybe because he don't got no friends?  You've got him trapped in a
pointless meaningless life."
	"But he just turned a corner last year.  He was healin' great.  He
was --"
	"He was not fixed!" I interrupted harshly.  I didn't feel like
Aaron running away was the right thing to do, but I felt like I had to
stick up for him.  "He was not fixed -- or healed or whatever you wanna
call it.  It ain't possible.  He was lying to you!  He was just sayin'
those things to get you to back off.  He was depressed because you were
tryin' to force him to do shit he didn't wanna do.  You were takin' his
childhood away from him.  No wonder he left."
	Aaron's mother shrilled in disgust -- in disbelief I would say such
harsh things to their face.
	I wasn't surprised his parents wouldn't understand.  But I was
surprised Aaron took such desperate steps and we had talked about running
away on several occasions, but I never imagined he'd go through with it.
	I was somewhat bummed out for the rest of the day.  Even though we
went out and they got a new TV just for me and then to the hardware store
to get new trimming and door for my room, it was bitter sweet. I was still
in amazement at the turnaround.

	The next morning, reality set in as I saw Matt waiting for me in
our meeting location and he was visibly happy.  He was wearing a smile I
hadn't seen him wear to school in a very long time.  I almost grabbed him
and gave him a huge hug right in the middle of the cafeteria but resisted
for obvious reasons.
	As soon as we crept into our secret room behind the theatre stage,
we were in each other's arms and sharing a kiss.  It was intense to say the
least.
	"I can't believe it.  I can't believe our parents are letting us
see each other," Matt whispered.
	"Me either.  It's really unbelievable ain't it?"
	Matt giggled before planting another kiss on me.
	"You know what else is unbelievable?" I asked.
	"What?"
	"How big you're becomin'."
	"What?" he asked confused.
	I slid my hand down the front of his shorts and found my fingers
twirling in the forest of his pubes and I squeezed his firming dick.
	"I said I can't believe how big you're becomin'."
	Matt's eyes widened.  He looked at me and smirked.
	"You're almost as big as me," I said temptingly.
	"I am -- I am?!" he said cheerfully.
	"Of course you are.  I have a year on ya -- what'a expect?"
	"Can we measure to see?"
	Matt said this almost to the point of glee and I had never noticed
if he was ashamed of being smaller than me, but I didn't care.  I think
maybe I struck a tendon in his emotions when I suggested he might be as big
as me.
	Matt pulled a ruler from his backpack and started dropping his
shorts.
	"What?  Why you have a ruler with you?" I asked.
	"I use it in math -- you know to make straight lines for graphs."
	"Oh -- I just draw them and don't care if they're crooked or not."
	"Let's do you first," he suggested.
	"You gotta get me hard first," I teased.
	Matt grinned then unzipped my jeans.  He rammed his fist down into
my boxers and fondled my dick.  I closed my eyes and focused my mind on
something else to make it difficult, but he was winning.  I felt my jeans
and boxers hit my ankles.  I wasn't fully erect yet when I felt the cold
steel of Matt's ruler.  It was very anti-helpful.
	"Woah! -- that's cold," I muttered.
	"Get hard already!" Matt replied.
	"You gotta make me,"
	I closed my eyes back up and focused on the one thing I knew would
make me shrivel -- my English teacher -- naked.  Matt was stroking away
like there was no tomorrow but was failing miserably.  I had overcome the
odds of a playful hand.  That was until I was jolted back into reality from
the warm wetness on the end of my dick.  I looked down at Matt and he was
backing away with his head.
	"Did you just?" I questioned.
	Matt didn't respond to my words, instead he stuck his tongue out
again and touched my head.  My dick jumped quickly from shrivelness to
hardness.  My attempts to stay soft were busted wide open by a sensation I
couldn't resist.  Matt leaned forward again and kissed my dick.  I was
fully hard now.  Matt quickly placed the ruler underneath my dick and
started measuring.
	"Five -- and," and he paused, "and three quarters!" he yelled.
	"Wow -- I'm that big?  I hadn't realized."
	"My turn," he said.  "You have to make me hard now."
	I looked down at his tenting shorts, then back up at him.  I
lowered the front of shorts and boxers and pinned them back with his balls
and paused a moment admiring his throbbing dick.  Matt giggled.  I poked
his cock then looked up at him.
	"OK -- I think I got it, try measuring now."
	"Matt handed the ruler to me and I placed it in about the same
place he had measured me from.
	"Seven and --"
	"Seven what?!" Matt exclaimed.
	"Oops -- wrong way," I laughed.
	I turned the ruler around to measure the correct way.
	"Five and -- and about a half.  Yeah that looks right -- five and a
half."
	"Oh so I'm not as big as you?" Matt said as he looked away.
	"Look at me Matt.  I don't give a shit.  If you were only four
inches I wouldn't care one bit.  I love you for who you are.  I love that
your dick tastes sweet and I love how sexy your body looks.  Please don't
compare yourself to me.  There's always gonna be someone bigger than you so
why care?"
	"You don't care?" he asked -- his eyes glancing up at mine.
	"Nope.  I love it the way it is."  I bent down in front of him and
came face to face with his softening dick.  I engulfed it in one full swig.
It sprang back to full life and Matt moaned.
	"See?" I said as I stood back up -- adjusting Matt's shorts back to
normalcy.
	"OK.  I get it."
	"How about we go out on a date?"
	"What?" Matt said.
	"A coupla weeks ago Eddie asked me if I wanted to go to the mall.
I figured our parents will let us go now."
	"As a date?"
	"Well -- it'll be a date to us, but to everyone else, it'll just be
a bunch of guys hangin' out at the mall."
	"Sounds great," Matt said excitedly.

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Coming March 17th -- Chapter Thirty: