Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2005 19:06:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter 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 Four:  All things equal, Matt wins
July 21st ...

Anthony and I arrived at Matt's house around Noon.  Mr. Ducker already had
hot dogs on the grill and the pool was sparkly crisp and clean.  It was a
very nice pool, diving board and a nice little rocky waterfall for
decorations.  It was a hot day, as usual, upper 90s. We put our presents in
the living room and our overnight bags up in Matt's room and joined the
family out on the backyard patio.  They were smart to put an overhang patio
cover over their deck.  Danny and Matt were sitting at the table
chit-chatting.

"Hey."

"Hey guys" Matt replied and stood up.

"Hot dogs will be ready soon" we heard Mr. Ducker say.  The table had all
the fixings on it already, chili, pickles, relish, mustard, ketchup and
cheese.  Matt's sister was no where to be found. I suspect Matt didn't care
and neither did she.  Minutes later the hot dogs were on the table and we
were eating down.  They were pretty good I suppose, coming from a Canadian.
I'm use to homemade chili, something my dad has mastered.  We had canned
chili, not my personal liking, but I complimented them anyways.

We talked while we were waiting for our 40 minutes were up.  Matt's mom
wouldn't let us into the pool for at least 40 minutes after eating so we
wouldn't get cramps or anything.  Finally we ran up to his room to get
changed.

"You can use the bathroom down the hall to change if you want."  Matt said.

Anthony grabbed his trunks from his bad and walked out the door, as I
searching for my trunks I noticed Matt taking his shirt off and slipping
off his slippers.  I was down on my knees digging for my trunks in my bag,
having difficulty finding them, I was directly in front of Matt, not but 5
feet in front of him.  He turned around and just dropped his shorts right
there in front of me, divulging his very hot round butt to my viewing
pleasure.  I just stared.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  I was staring at a
very nice set of buns on a very nice boy, and before I knew it, he was
slipping up his trunks.  He grabbed some towels off his bed and walked out
the door, never even looking back at me.

Anthony walked back in the room and asked "Where's Matt?"

"Huh?...Oh he's down stairs going to the pool.  I'll be down in a second."

Anthony left and I finally found my trunks.  I thought for a second, but
decided to just change right there, figuring they wouldn't be coming
back. Damn that was nice.  I it happened so fast I didn't even have time to
take mental pictures or didn't even get semi-hard.  I was surprised at
Matt's level of shyness, or lack thereof.

Minute later I was outside by the pool, both Anthony and Matt were already
in the pool.  I did a half running dive cannon ball right next to them.  We
spent a good three hours playing, wrestling and doing diving challenges off
the diving board.  Matt won easily, making the by far the most impressive
summersault dive.  Anthony won for making the biggest splash, getting water
all the way up toward the deck, and I didn't win anything but the comforts
of feeling on two hawt boys.

The one thing from our wrestling matches that stood out in my mind as we
were finishing up was the one time I accidentally grabbed Matt's crotch
area trying to avoid a dunk by Anthony.  I quickly let go once I realized I
had a handful of boy banana!  I felt embarrassed a bit, but my whole body
was being held under water by Anthony and I never noticed Matt's reaction.
By the time I got out from under Anthony's grip, Matt was attempting to
dunk Anthony in retaliation as if nothing had even happened.  So I shrugged
the whole thing off, only taking in its significance after the wrestling
match.

When we were done, we got our towels and briefly dried off.  Mrs. Ducker
said "Boys, why don't you go upstairs and rinse the chlorine off and get
dressed.  We'll have dinner around seven" and off we ran upstairs, towels
around our waist.

Matt spoke up first, "get in the bathroom and we'll rinse off" as he ran
into the bathroom. We followed him in the bathroom as he turned the water
on cold and hopped in the shower, leaving the curtain back.  He rinsed
quickly, grabbed a new towel and started drying, leaving the water running.
"What you waiting for?  Someone get in the shower."

I jumped in, of course leaving my trunks on as Matt did, and quickly rinsed
off.  Matt left the bathroom and when I was done, Anthony did it next and
then turned the water off.  By the time I got back to Matt's bedroom, he
was partially dressed with shorts and a shirt and was sitting on his bed
drying his hair off.  I grabbed my clothes and stood there.  Where was I
going to change?  So I walked back to the bathroom where Anthony was just
starting to dry off.  I said "Let me get changed and you go grab your
clothes.  I'll be back in a second."

Anthony let and I changed and then Anthony did the same in the bathroom.
Finally we were all back in Matt's room just making small talk.  It was
only a little after five.  We still had about two hours before dinner, and
my stomach was getting cranky already.  My hunger should make dinner that
much better I thought.

"That was a lot of fun" Anthony started.

"Sure was, we outta do that more often." I said.

"Yeah, but my pool is better then the stupid community pool, because
there's no piss in it."

That comment made us giggle, Matt giving a very unusually silly giggle that
made me light up in a smile.  I was smiling already from giggling, but his
unique giggle made me smile extra long.

"That's for sure" Anthony replied.

"That's my pools first pool party and hopefully it won't be its last."  A
moment of silence, when Matt asked me "When's your birthday Will?"

"October 9th"

"And you'll be 14 right?"

"Yup"

"How come?  Did you fail a grade?" He smirked.

"Nope.  My mom had agreed with my 2nd grade teachers that I needed to
repeat the grade because I was having difficulties reading.  I had speech
impairments as a young child."

"Doesn't that suck?" He asked.

"Not really.  I barely remember it and to me it feels like I'm just the
same as everyone else, except I'm a year older then most.  Besides, I'll be
getting my drivers license before both ya'll."

"What do you two wanna do now?" Matt asked.

"Turn on the TV" I suggested.

Matt grabbed the remote and turned it on.  It was on MTV when it came on.
"Cool, I like this song."

"Yeah, I like MTV.  I didn't get any channel like this back up in Canada.
Now I practically don't change it off."

"You seen any of the EnVogue videos?" I asked.

"Yeah, I like them."

"I have their CD.  Listen to it quite often."  It was the only CD I owned
and could only listen to it using my dad's Radio.  We sat there watching
MTV for a sometime, all the while making small talk about school and
what-not.  The time passed rather quickly when we heard someone walking up
the stairs.

Mrs. Ducker appeared in the doorway and asked "Dinner will be ready in ten
minutes.  Wash up and come on down to the table."  We washed our hands and
headed down stairs where Danny was already sitting.  We sat and made more
small talk.  Dinner was served shortly after.  The steak and potatoes were
superb. Apparently this is what Matt asked for to eat for dinner.  Can't
blame him, it was very delicious, and I complimented Mr. and Mrs. Ducker on
their cooking.  So did Anthony.

After dinner, Mrs. Ducker told us "Boys, can you go into the living room
while we clean up this mess and we'll call you in for presents and cake in
a few moments."

"Sure"

"Yes mom"

And we left.  We sat around talking and making jokes.  We even made hints
at what we thought Matt was getting for presents.  I even hinted at what I
got him, but he didn't catch on.  We were all a bit excited, having fun and
everything; subtle hints fell on deaf ears.

After a few minutes, Matt's parents called us back in.  We sat around the
table where the cake was, with 13 candles afire and presents on one end.
We sang Happy Birthday, some with more energy then others, and he blew out
the candles and we all cheers, as if it meant something.  I suppose it was
a special occasion for Matt, he was officially a teenager now.

Mr. Ducker served cake while Matt started to open his presents.  He got
some cool clothes from his parents, come music CDs and some cards with cash
from relatives elsewhere. I think Anthony is the one that gave him a
Rockets cap and an Olajuwon jersey -- some good hometown gear.  I gave him
a new basketball.  Apparently we're trying to Americanize Matt quickly.
After all, he won't get much Hockey coverage down here.  He was very happy
and thanked us all.

"Thanks Mom and Dad.  Thanks Anthony for a jersey of some guy whose name I
cannot even pronounce.  And thanks Will for the basketball."

"I figured you can shoot some hoops in your spare time over at the
recreation center down the street."  It's true; he only lived like a block
from the subdivisions basketball courts.  "And then we can shoot hoops
while we're here too." We all made small talk and finished eating our cake
and by then it was around 8:30.

Mrs. Ducker spoke up "Well boys, you retire to your rooms.  Your father and
I will be heading up to bed.  We have work tomorrow so we'll be gone before
you wake up most likely.  Sarah will be here to keep an eye on things."

"Ok, good night mom, dad."

Anthony, Matt, Danny and I went up stairs to his room with his present and
start talking.  Matt took his shirt off, and put on his new jersey, perfect
size for him to grow into.  "Nice jersey, thanks a lot Anthony.  How do you
pronounce this guys name?"

"O -- Lie -- Jew -- wan"

"O -- Lie -- Jew -- wan"

"I'm more of a Jordan fan, but the Olajuwon jerseys were cheaper" Anthony
said.

"Going for the cheap gift I see" I questioned.

"No!  Olajuwon is the hometown player.  We don't even know who Matt likes
in the NBA yet."

Matt jumped in then "It's ok.  Olajuwon is fine."

Danny was getting tired and left to go to his room, leaving just me and the
two hot boys alone for the night.  We turned the TV back on, MTV again of
course, but after a few minute, Matt was opening up his new CDs.  "Turn the
TV down; I'm going to put my new CD in."

I turned the volume down and we started listening to it.  Matt yawned.

"Tired already Matt? Anthony asked.

"I'm still getting use to the time here; I was two hours ahead, so it feels
like 10:30 to me still a little."

"And that wrestling match wore me out to a little" I put in.

"Yeah, you should be tired from holding your breathe so much.  I was
dunking you all day long you weakling" Anthony was enticing me on I could
tell.

"Oh please, it was you and Matt against me, and then you still barely won."

"I was only against you because you were groping me." Matt interjected.

WHAT?  Was I hearing what I think I was hearing?  Matt said I was groping
him? How the hell did he know?  I mean it was a wrestling match after all.
We were all touching each other in all kinds of place.  Maybe he's talking
about the time I accidentally grabbed his crotch?  "I was not groping you!"
I defended myself.  I must have been red in the face from my sudden
embarrassment.

"Ahahaahaha!" Anthony busted out laughing.

"You were getting all touchy-feeling on me, rubbing my chest and nipples."

Oh my!  I was in a rotten position.  True I had done that, but it wasn't
done on purpose or was in any way done for self gratification.  "I was just
wrestling with you, I wasn't doing anything purpose."

"Come to think of it," Anthony started in, "you were putting your hands all
over me too."

Oh my god!  They were double teaming me and I was starting to get
frustrated and I'm sure I was beat red by now.  I can't believe how this
has turned out.  "What?" I exclaimed back.

By this time Matt had a very evilish grin on his face and was trying not to
crack up.  His lips started making hissing noises from trying to hold his
laughter back. I looked at him, then back to Anthony when I noticed he had
a huge grin on his face too.  Then all at once, they both busted out
laughing.  They got me.

"Oh that's so wrong!" and I jumped on top of Matt who was sitting next to
me, placing him in a headlock.  Matt never stopped giggling and soon
Anthony had jumped on top of me, grabbing me around the neck with his
hands, and another bed wrestling match ensued.  We got to the point where
each of us was attempting to cause physical pain to one another, seeing who
would surrender first.  The pain I was receiving in my right shoulder was
intense.  Anthony had me in some sort of hold where my shoulder was cranked
backwards in a ways, and my other arm was still holding down and around
Matt's neck and my hand was right up inside his right armpit.  Even through
this pain, my mind was instantly teleported to the feeling of his bare
armpit, all smooth and warm, and I didn't want to compromise this position
by surrendering at this time.

The more we struggled, the hotter we got and I could feel the dampness
between us, and the dampness of his armpit didn't go unnoticed.  I started
to feel a bit hot myself, and not just temperature wise.  I started to get
firm and I was now worried.  I had to surrender or take the risk of being
discovered hard.  My crotch area was squished between Anthony on top of me,
and Matt underneath, up against the small of his back.

I had to act fast, so I blurted out "I give, I give!" and Anthony let go
and rolled off next to me.  I regrettably remove my arm and hand from
around Matt and his armpit.  We all laid there panting a little.  I reached
up for my nose with my "armpit" hand and pretended to sniffle, but I did it
to get a good sniff of my hand, to get a whiff of what Matt's armpit must
have smelled like.

It was a slightly sweating musky smell.  I could tell he hadn't used any
deodorant since the day's activities.  It was very nice.  I wanted to just
lean over right there and get another long whiff of his underarm.  But that
would be too obvious.  It would disgust both of them I'm sure.  Why would
anyone want to inhale the aroma of a young teenage boy's armpit?  I laid
there, my mind spinning from that thought.  Why would anyone want to inhale
the aroma of a young teenage boy's armpit?  It was hawt to me.  But when I
got thinking about, it sounded very disgusting, but I was not disgusted at
all, rather turned on.

"As usual, I win." Anthony claimed.

"Oh please. I was sandwiched again by ya'll two."

"That's twice in one day."

"Well, how about next time I take you and Matt on in a game of b-ball? Then
we'll see who wins."  I knew that was a match up I could win.

Just then the song on the CD changed and Matt perked up.  "Oh man this is
my favorite."  He jumped up and made some dancing type motion on over to
the CD player and turned the volume up a bit, but not too loud as to bother
his parents.  Wasn't too much of a problem was his parents room was
downstairs on the other side of the house.

"Yes, this is their best song." Anthony said.

We all just listened for a few minutes.  I got up from the bed and fumbled
through my overnight bag.  I went to the bathroom and gargled some
mouthwash and took a piss.  I returned and grabbed my sleeping back and
unfolded it between the TV and Matt's bed.  Anthony got up and grabbed his
sleeping bag as well, but Matt spoke up.  "What are you two doing?  Just
sleep in my bed.  It is big enough for us all."

"Ok" I said, but then I realized I sounded too eager.

Anthony asked "isn't that a bit too weird?"

Matt replied "Why?  We wrestle and touch all over each other there.  How
would this be any different?  My bed is huge and plenty of room for three."

I was just happy they asked these questions instead of asking me why I was
so eager to jump in bed with Matt.

"I don't know" Anthony answered.

"I don't have cooties." Matt remarked.

"Neither do I" I quickly added.

A moment of silence; Anthony seemed a bit reluctant.  Matt finally said
"It's better then sleeping on the hard floor" and that was all the
convincing Anthony needed.

"Ok sure, but I get the outside in case I feel uncomfortable."

That settled that.  Matt had been able to do what I have always been too
gutless to do -- get Anthony to share a bed to sleep in for the night.
None of us were ready to hit the sack yet, but were just preparing for a
long night of chit-chat while lying in bed.  It was only about 10:30 by
this time, so sleep is still a few hours off.

"I have an idea" Matt proposed.

"What?" Both Anthony and I practically said at the same time.

"How about we play some card game, and the loser sleeps in the middle and
the winner gets to pick where he wants to sleep."

We both thought for a moment and agreed.

"What game do you know how to play?"  Matt asked as he grabbed a deck from
his desk drawer.

"Rummy" I said.  We play that together sometimes.

"Rummy it is" Matt claimed.

Something didn't feel right.  He agreed to that awfully fast.  Does he know
how to play rummy?  "You know how to play Matt?"

"Yes of course, why else would I agree?"

"Ok."

Matt said "here Will, you deal."

"Ok" I grabbed the cards and shuffled a tad bit more. I thought I'd be a
good idea to explain the rules for winning and losing so I started to
speak. "Ok, first person to reach 500 points wins, and when that person
reaches 500 points, the one with the least amount of points is the loser,
and must sleep in a man-sandwich."

We all giggled at that descriptive comment of what the loser was facing
tonight.  I dealt each person 7 cards and we started.  First hand was kind
of quick. I went out rather quickly, putting me up 95 points to Anthony's
55 and Matt had eaten 25.  Second hand, Anthony dealt and the hand was a
long drawn out battle.  No one able to go out and ending in a stale, I
scored 145, Matt 135 and Anthony.  By the end of the 5th hand, I was
leading with 345 points, Anthony was a close 2nd with 290 and Matt wasn't
doing all that well, eating points on several occasions, and was in a long
shot 3rd place with 165 points.  The 6th hand I got a lot of good luck and
good cards, getting all 4 aces and blowing both Anthony and Matt out
scoring 210 points, breaking 500 easily.  Anthony ended up in 2nd and Matt
a dismal last with 145 points.

After my gloating and boating, I said I choose the outside, leaving Anthony
to sleep against the wall and Matt squished in a man-sandwich.  Only a few
minutes later did I come to a realization.  It almost seemed to me that
Matt didn't really know how to play rummy properly.  Maybe he was use to a
different style or a different kind of rummy with different rules.

Matt left for a minute, I suspect to use the bathroom and I took my shirt
and socks off, preparing for bed.  When we were all in the room, Matt
flipped the light off, leaving the TV as the only source of light and we
all stripped down to our undies and hopped in bed. I could feel the warmth
of Matt next to me.  His arm and leg brushing up against mine, sending some
chills down my spine.  Just as Matt had said, there was plenty of room.  I
had no problem moving about and adjusting myself to my comforts without
hitting Matt upside the head.

"I told you there was plenty of room" Matt pointed out, almost proud of
himself for proving himself correct.

"Yeah, sure seems as though there's plenty" I said.

"Just no farting" Anthony jumped in.  That got us all giggling.

After a few moments of silence and just watching MTV, I decided to say
something.  "Well, happy birthday Matt.  You're now officially a teenager,
welcome to the wonderful years of crazy teen chaos."

"Thanks.  I don't feel any different though."

We laughed.  "Of course not.  You aren't actually any different. Its just
that life is suppose to get more complicated as a teenager. "

"I know." Matt said.

He looked at me when he said that, and only then did I realize I was
staring at him with a smile on my face.  I turned my head quickly to look
back at the TV.  "I had a lot of fun today.  We need to do this more often"
I requested almost.

"Sure" Anthony chimed in.  Matt just nodded his head.

Just then Matt perked up.  "Oh crap, forgot something."  He jumped up from
between us and ran off the end of the bed.  I had noticed he was wearing
shorts, and not stripped down to his boxers.  This caught my attention
because if made me feel a bit weird.  Maybe Matt didn't intend for use to
sleep together in our boxers and I just assumed wrongly.  On the way out
the door, he flipped the light on.  I wondered if Anthony was in his boxers
or shorts like Matt.  It would be complexly embarrassing to be caught as
the only one who wore his boxers to bed with two other boys.

I had to find out.  I turned slightly as to pretend to want to talk to
Anthony.  The covers had been ripped pretty far down when Matt jump up and
off the end of the bed.  Oh good!  Anthony was also in his boxers.  That
was a relief.  And then I noticed something on his right side down by his
boxer rims.  He had a scar! A scar! A scar!  He had a scar and it was
running down beneath the rim of his boxers! Holy crap he had a scar.  I
thought I had imagined that whole episode months ago.  Wow that's amazing.
I felt almost relieved and hard at the same time.  My little risk I took
was indeed a risk and not a fantasy.  This was very interesting turn of
events.  I looked up at Anthony who was just staring at me.

Oops...he busted me staring at him, at his scar.  "Where'd you get that
scar from?" I asked hoping to avoid more embarrassment.

"It is a birthmark.  You are born with them."

"Oh yeah, that makes sense" and we giggled together.  "What do you suppose
Matt forgot?"

"Dunno"

"So since today is Matt's birthday that makes you the youngest here."

"Yup, I'm the youngest and should be pampered as such" Anthony retaliated.

"Well if you want us to treat you as a baby that can be arranged."

"Baby?  Who's the one who lost twice to me today?  Wouldn't that mean you
lost twice to a baby?"

I laughed sarcastically as Matt re-entered the room "Hey, sorry about that
guys.  I needed to take my pills."

Pills?  Interesting, I didn't know he took pills.  Wonder what kind of
pills.  I wasn't about to ask him either.  We talked briefly until we were
all really tired, and it was after midnight by now.  Matt said he was going
to bed and turned the TV off.  I closed my eyes and tried to go to bed;
thoughts of Matt's half-naked boy brushing up against me occasionally kept
my mind flowing, disabling any sleeping ability.  I tried miserably to
clear my mind of everything, but was unable.  I tossed and turned,
figuratively and occasionally literally, trying to fall asleep.  I finally
opened my eyes and glanced at Matt and Anthony.  I looked at the clock.  It
was after one in the morning.  Anthony would be in a deep sleep like normal
and Matt, I don't know.  I keep looking at him and was shocked when he
whispered.


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