Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2005 16:24:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter 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 Nine:  Witness to a Crime
November 1991...


Anthony has had a rough few weeks.  He didn't make the basketball team
after all.  He didn't show anything toward that, but I had the feeling deep
down he was genuinely disappointed.  After the dance, he didn't dump
Kathryn; rather he went on another movie date.  After that he was the same
way as he was after the dance so he ended it with her shortly after that.
It was the talk of the school for a whole `one' day.  Yeah, Jr. High 13
year olds have nothing better to talk about. He seemed very relieved and
much more alive after the split.

In gym class, it was football time.  We would be playing flag football in
gym class for the next month or so.  The classes were split into eight
teams.  The coaches thought it would be appropriate if I was captain of one
of the teams -- how thoughtful.  They are perverts I swear.  I mean, why
else would they watch a bunch of 12 and 13 year old kids undress and change
clothes every day.  Since I was captain, I got to pick three people I
wanted on my team. I immediately picked Matt.  He hadn't played much
football at all.  Just some ball tossing with me and Anthony after school
occasionally.  The other two kids I picked were I picked Brian and Quincy.
They were of the athletic stature to fulfill the needs of quality players.

The coaches fill out the rest of the rosters for the sake of speeding up
the process and ensuring there was approximate equality.  I knew I was
making a mistake by picking Matt.  I was dooming my team to be on the
bottom.  Each team was getting three or four quality kids, while I
restricted myself to just two.  The quality of players dwindled fast after
only a few kids.

I found this a good opportunity to teach Matt a little more in-depth about
football.  This isn't like normal football, where you have to try out and
stuff, no pads, no helmets -- none of that stuff -- just a football and two
flags and your regular P.E. uniform.  We actually won our first game by
some small miracle.  We played very good defense, the other team turning
the ball over a lot.  Think that's the only way we won considering we only
scored one touchdown.  Our second game we got slaughtered -- out scored by
at least five touchdowns. During our third game the following week though,
some tension built between Matt and another boy on the other team named
James.

I threw the ball to Matt about ten yards down the field.  I only throw it
to him because he's my friend and I prefer to let him have a chance, like
most the kids on my team.  Matt bobbled the ball upon trying to catch it
and James came in to jar it loose, but he really just tried to jar Matt
from his feet.  James knocked Matt flat onto is face into a partially muddy
spot on the ground.  Matt was on his hands and knees with mud all over the
front of him.  I ran over to them and yelled at James.

"What the fuck is your problem dude?"

"What's your problem?" James replied.

"This is flag football, not tackle you dipshit!"  I was upset.

 "If the pussy can't handle a little knock down, he should go back to
peewee football" James mocked.

I was furious at that comment, but I wasn't looking to pick a fight.  "Just
don't do it again" I growled. I turned around and helped Matt up.  "You ok
Matt?"

As we started walking back to our side of the field he indicated he was.  I
helped scrap some of the mud off his shirt.

After a few more plays we turned the ball over.  About three minutes later
we had the ball back and driving down the field.  Quincy had made a few
nice plays after I threw him the ball.

The next play, the other team had Quincy covered like stink on shit so I
looked around and noticed Matt open.  I quickly threw him the ball.  He
made a spectacular catch.  It really wasn't spectacular, just spectacular
for him.  He turned around and started down the field only to be met face
to face with James again.  I saw James bend down and reach for Matt's
flags, but instead grabbed him around the waist.  Matt lunged forward to
avoid getting his flag yanked, but James pulled down hard on his gym shorts
and they fell easily.  I briefly saw the bare buns of Matt before James
fell behind him and blocked out what happened next.

I was running toward them when I noticed a few kids laughing and giggling.
Matt stood up quickly, pulling his pants back on.  I was pissed.  I was in
full sprint toward them and when I got wind of what really happened, I
knocked James as hard as I could flat on his face into the ground.  I was
furious and wasn't backing down this time, but coached saved his ass.

"Mr. Cordova!" I heard.

I just looked up and over at the coaches moving closer to us.

"This is flag football, not tackled."  Apparently he didn't see what had
happened previously.

"But James..."

"No buts Mr. Cordova, now hit the showers, you're through for the day."  I
was pissed.  He let James off the hook and he started it.  Now I was
heading to the locker room while Matt was staying behind to get picked on
and hit on some more by that bitch.

I was walking back to the locker room, just about left the fields and up
next to the building when I heard someone call from behind me.
"Will...Will?"

I turned around and Matt was running up toward me.  "Hey, what you doing?
Why aren't you playing with the team?"

"I don't want to play any more.  That guy's and asshole."

"No shit.  I'm glad coach threw me out though, cause I was about to hit him
if he got back up.  Then I would have really been in trouble."

When we got into the locker room I looked at the clock.  "There's still 10
minutes before the rest of the guys are coming back.  Damn this sucks."  We
sat in front of our lockers, not changing or nothing, just sitting.  Matt
was mumbling something under his breath -- something I couldn't
understand. "What?" I asked.

"That bastard knocked me into the mud and dirt.  I have dirt in my hair and
mud on my face and arms.  I'm all dirty; I can't go to class like this.
What am I suppose to do?"

"You need to rinse off.  You can take a shower before everyone else gets
here."  I said this knowing full well he wouldn't take a shower if all the
kids were here.  I don't blame him, I wouldn't either and no one else does.

"I don't have a towel."

"Go shower, I'll get a towel from coach."

He went off into the direction of the shower, and I went to the coach's
office hoping a coach will still be there.  I knocked on the door as I
entered.  "Anyone here?" I asked to the room.

"Yes, can I help you" a voice came from within one of the back offices.

A girl came out.  It was one of the coach's assistances.  "I need a towel,
do you have one?"

"Yes.  Follow me."

I followed her to the back of the locker room to a storage room.  She
unlocked it and handed me a towel.  "Just give it back to me when you're
done ok?"

"Sure thanks a lot."

I took the towel and headed toward the showers.  As I got closer, I heard
water running.  He must be rinsing off now.  I stood at the entrance to the
showers.  Matt had his back to me, bare butt in full view.  I immediately
gawked.  I was astonished at how hot he looked with water running down his
bare back and buns.  I set the towel down on the bench by where his clothes
were.  I took another few moments to look over him and then left to go back
to my locker.  I just sat, in remembrance of what I just left.  Matt walked
in a few moments later towel around his waist, clothes in hand.

"I can't believe that bastard pants me in front of half the school."

"All those kids were laughing at you; they get a good look at you?"

"Yup, in all my glory.  It's the most embarrassing thing ever."

"They were only laughing because they've never seen one so big before."  I
was trying to cheer him up.  He was visibly down -- embarrassed and angry.
It didn't help at all.  He just sat, leaning forward with hands covering
his face.

 He perked up a moment later and said "Mind turning around so I can get
dressed?"

I looked at him, then down at his pile of clothes, his boxers right on top
of them.  "Sure."

I turned around and heard Matt get dressed.  On any other normal day, I
would have tried to peek, but I was not in the mood and I know Matt wasn't
in any mood either.  Moments later the locker room was flooded with
bickering bodies.

During 5th period Language Arts, we were discussing something about verbs
or what-not, when I got summoned to the AP's office.  Mrs. Wellington
called my parents and informed them I was being too rough in gym class and
I would have to serve D-hall after school.  D-hall sucks ass.  It's like
detention, but served after school hours so you have to spend your free
time doing school work in complete silence and utter boredom.

When I got back to class Anthony asked "What was that all about?"

"I got D-all."

"Today?"

"Yes."

I had previously informed Anthony of the incident during lunch.  I had left
out the part about Matt being pants and humiliated in front of twenty or so
kids.  I could see in Matt's eyes he didn't want everyone to know about
that.

"That sucks" Anthony said.

"Why'd you get D-hall?" Ian asked.  Ian doesn't have lunch with us so he
was oblivious to what had happened.

"I almost got in a fight with a kid in gym.  He was picking on Matt so I
knocked him on the ground.  Coach broke it up before anything else
happened."

"Oh" was all he said.

D-hall was a bummer.  It sucked royally.  I didn't have any homework or
school work to do, so the D-hall teacher, some bitch, makes students
without work just copy line for line out of a dictionary.  I'd rather have
Chinese water torture.  When I got home, my parents inquired about what had
really happened.  I told them the truth.  "I was ready to punch him in the
face if he had gotten back up." I said.  "But coach broke it up first."

"Well it's good you're standing up fro your friend but you have to use your
head William.  You can't let yourself get in a fight over something stupid
like that" my dad said.

"Standing up for my friend is stupid?" I questioned.

"It is if you are going to get in a fight about it."

That didn't make any sense.  I am not going to let my friend get picked on
and beat up while I stand by and watch it happen.  I knew I couldn't out
argue my father so I left it alone.

"And to make matters worse, your friend Ian has been over here in a panic
about needing help with his math, but you were in D-hall.  So he has had no
help at all.  See what you've done now?"

What the fuck?  He's blaming me for not being able to help Ian now?
"That's not my fault.  I can't control who needs my help and when."  I was
getting upset now.  They seemed to want to blame me for everything now.

"Don't talk back to me William.  It's your fault, no two ways about it.
Now get your butt over to his house and help him."

"Fine" I said and was out the door.

I knocked on Ian's front door a moment later.  Mrs. Hutchinson answered the
door.  "Hi Mrs. Hutchinson, does Ian need some help?"

"Yes, he was asking about needing your help with some Math homework.  He
went over to your house several times."

That's odd, why would he need to come over to my house several time.  I
knocked on his door.  He opened and let me in.  "So you need help with
Math?" I asked.

"No" was his reply.

"Then why were you asking my parents about..."  My light bulb is slow
sometimes.  "You knew I had D-hall.  Why were you asking for my help?"  I
was curious but still very much frustrated in general.  The day wasn't
going that great.

"I just wanted to ask some questions."

"My parents are all mad at me and they blamed me for not being able to help
you because I was in D-hall."

"Oh, I'm sorry" he said as he looked down at the ground.

I can't resist the puppy-dog-pathetic look he gets on his face when he
feels ashamed. I calmed down and said "It's ok.  It's not your fault."  I
sat down next to him on his bed.  He looked back up at me and smiled.  "So
you had some questions?"

"Well, sort of."

"You either have questions or you don't.  There is no in-between"

"I do, but I don't know how to ask them.  It's sort of embarrassing."

"I've seen plenty of embarrassing things today; this cannot be worse then
Matt being bare-naked in front of the gym class."

"What?!" he exclaimed.

Oh crap.  I said too much.  I wasn't supposed to tell him about that.  Matt
will be upset.  But I can't deny it now.  I didn't respond fast enough for
Ian's liking.

"You saw him naked?"  Ian asked.

"What?"

"Did you see Matt naked then?  You said he was bare-naked in front of the
whole class.  You didn't mention that earlier.  The kid pulled his pants
down?"

Ian was definitely smarter then most for sure.  He made those connections
quickly.  "Yeah, the kid did, but I didn't see him naked.  I only caught a
glimpse of his bare behind."

Ian giggled.  "Can I ask you a question?"

"That's why I'm here right?"

He giggled again.  Then turned his head down -- glaring into the floor.  I
just looked at him waiting for it.  A few moments passed.  I could see him
struggling to ask the question.  "Just ask the question."  He was unfazed
by my comment.

"I don't know how to ask it."

I thought for a moment.  Maybe reverse psychology will work.  "Then don't
ask" and I got up and walked to the door, purposely opening it slowly

"Wait!" he exclaimed.  I stood at the door.  "Close the door please."

I closed it and sat back down next to him.  "Just ask, it only hurts the
more you think about.  Just spit it out."

"Ok fine."  He paused for a moment.  "Why does...your dick get hard?"  "I
was shocked.  I wasn't expecting this.  I must have had the most
dumbfounded look on my face because Ian turned scared.  He turned frantic
almost.  "Oh I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry so sorry!  Just forget it.
Forget I asked it.  I'm sorry" He just about started crying before I
grabbed his arms.

"Stop it Ian!" I almost yelled at him.  "It's ok I swear.  You didn't do
anything wrong."  He just looked at me.  "Shouldn't you like ask your dad
about this?"  I was too confused, too embarrassed to talk to him about
this.  I wasn't entirely sure I should be the one telling him stuff like
this.  I wasn't his parent.

"I can't ask my dad something like that.  I'd die if I did."

"But your parents should tell you things like that, not me." I was
uncomfortable with this.  I can't figure out why either.  No more then just
six hours ago I was watching Matt's bare buns run with water, wiggle and
shine in blessed purity, but now I'm as fragile as a glass kitten.

Then I realized something.  Do I even know the answer to that?  I mean, I
know why my dick gets hard, but I don't know how to answer that question.
I was taking too long for Ian's liking again.  He spoke up.

"Who did you ask about that?"

"I didn't ask anyone.  I guess maybe that's why I am not entirely sure why
your...why a person's dick gets hard."  I couldn't look at him in the eye
any longer.

"It just gets hard for no reason?"

"No, there is a reason.  It's part of human nature.  Like part of the way
humans make babies."

"Oh.  So it's supposed to get hard?"

"Oh of course.  It always does it when you least expect it to."

"Like right now?"

"Yes, like right now."  Oh geez I looked at him.  He had a shit-eating grin
on his face.  Was this happening to me?

"You're hard right now?"

"No.  But I was a few minutes ago."

"Ok."

"Why does it feel good to rub it when it's hard?"

Ok.  These questions aren't getting any less comfortable.  I considered
telling him to ask his father again.  But I couldn't.  "Because, if it
didn't feel good, the human race would go extinct."  I giggled in my head.

I got him confused with that one.  He tried to figure it out, but couldn't.
I decided to turn the tides on him.  He was being outgoing for one of the
few times since I've known him, maybe I can peel some information from his
brain.

"You ever get anything to come out of your dick when it's hard?"

"You mean pee?"

"Other then pee I mean."

He was confused once again.  "No.  You can make something other then pee
come out your thing?"

"Yes."

"How?  Does it hurt?"

"Doesn't hurt at all, in fact it is one of the best feelings in the world.
All you have to do is when you're hard; rub your dick for a long time until
it happens."

"Until what happens?"

"It."

"It?"

"Yeah...the feeling happens and that is when that other stuff comes out
your dick.  It's called jacking off."

"I've heard of jacking off, but I had no idea what it was."

"You should try it sometime."

"Can you show me?"

This has gone up to a whole new level of intrigue.  I don't know how far I
should take this.  On one hand, I've never had any sort of sexual
experiment with another person and here was a great opportunity -- a
willing and curious little boy, ripe for the taking.  On the other hand,
this was completely new to me and I don't want to take advantage of a
friend, not to mention his mother is no more then twenty feet away in the
other room.  What if we got caught?  Ian seemed to answer the dilemma for
me.  Before I could really answer him, I saw him lower the front of his
pants, dick sticking straight up.  He had a beautiful three inch hard on
that was glistening with anticipation.  I gawked and almost swallowed my
tongue.  My eye's felt like they popped out their sockets.  I sighed
heavily.

Ian giggled.  "Show me will you?"

"I can't do this Ian.  You are too young.  You need to do this kind of
stuff on your own. I'm sorry."  I got up and started for the door.  I
opened the door, but before I left I turned around.  I saw he already
lifted his pants back up.  His head was low.  "I'm sorry Ian.  It's not
your fault.  You have nothing to be ashamed of.  You have a nice dick, you
should be proud of it."  I left before he could respond.

What was going on?  Everything was too confusing, moving too fast and my
mind couldn't handle it all.  I felt sick almost, like I was going to
heave.  I got home as fast as I could and went straight to the bathroom,
shutting the door behind me.  I bent over the toilet in vomit formation.  I
sat there thinking of what just too place.  My mind was clearing up.  I got
up and sat on the toilet.  I was hot, and hard as an iron pike.  I pulled
my pants down and started to massage.

I closed my eyes and replayed my memory.  I saw a nice three inch boy cock
staring back at me.  He didn't have a single strand of hair as I could
remember.  He was cut and I remember the light twitching, as if it was
pulsating with life.  He had a nice small smooth ballsac hanging just below
it.  It was a light pink tone, highlighting against the pale white of his
scrotum.  He had a small round head just waiting to be touched.  I couldn't
hold it any longer.  I pulsed and my boys hit flight.  I moaned lightly.
It was great.  It was the first time I had ever in my life, seen another
boys dick.

After sitting on the toilet for another few minutes, I started to feel
uncomfortable.  I felt like I took advantage of little Ian.  I should have
never even answered those questions in the first place.  It was wrong.  I
knew it was wrong.  I should have stopped myself before it had gotten out
of hand.  I beat myself up over this for the rest of the day.

The following day in gym class, the bickering started.  You could hear
things, what others were saying, about the incident the previous day.  Matt
was embarrassed by it. He was quiet in the locker room.  He is usually
perky.  He was timid.  He completely changed his whole demeanor in the
locker room.  He changed as quickly as possible to leave as little as
possible time to be exposed to anyone.  I couldn't help but shake my head.
It was a disgrace.  It was Friday, so we played basketball.  The gym class
did, but Matt sat in the corner holding his knees.  He didn't want to look
at anyone, speak to anyone, and be involved in anything to do with gym
class.  Watching him only mad me more pissed at James then ever.

In Language Arts class, my entire demeanor changed also.  Ian and I didn't
speak at all.  We were both withdrawn and quiet. Anthony noticed something,
I could tell, but didn't make much mention of it.  I jacked off at least
once a day to my memories of his openness.  I felt like I was continuing to
take advantage of him each time.  It only drilled deeper and deeper into my
skin.  It was eating me alive.  I would need to confront him sooner or
later, just to see what he is thinking.  I can't help but wonder if he
feels taken advantage of.

He is only a curious 11 year old boy.  I am the older one; the 14 year old
who is suppose to be mature, and more responsible.  I only felt like a
dirty low-life pervert.

I was an emotional rollercoaster.  I went from angry, pissed and on the
verge of violence in gym, to quite dark and withdrawn in Language Arts.
The mixed emotions were getting me all confused.

Friday after school activities seemed all normal.  Matt told Anthony about
what really happened, in detail.

"He tripped me, and grabbed me around the waist and pulled everything down.
I hit the ground face first.  I even got dirt in my mouth."

"You're kidding me?" was all Anthony could say.

"My butt and glory was just flapping out in the open for all to see.  Kids
were laughing and pointing.  I even remember one kid saying how small I
was."

"Damn that sucks."

"I heard some kids making fun of me in gym today.  I couldn't even play
ball today I was so pissed.  I have never been so humiliated in my entire
life."

"I could only imagine.  I would have broken that guy's nose.  He's lucky I
wasn't there."

I stepped in real quick.  "You can't let this ruin gym class for you.  You
were humiliated.  We've all been embarrassed before."

"Yeah, but you didn't have your dig-a-ling hanging out for the world to
laugh at."

"We don't have to play against James's team again though."

"Too bad.  That means you can't pull his pants down and shove mud down his
throat" Anthony said.

That got us laughing.  It's good to see Matt not bummed out.  I think he'll
get over this incident fairly quickly -- hopefully by next week.  Anthony
changed the subject.  "How was D-hall?"

"God did you have to bring that up?"  Anthony and Matt broke into laughter.
"It was horrible.  What do you think?"

"Did you have to copy from the dictionary?"

"Yup."

"Matt asked "Copy from a dictionary?  What?"

"The D-hall teacher makes you copy line for line from a dictionary if you
don't have school work to do.  It has to be worse then getting teeth
pulled."

The rest of the play time at Anthony's went normal.  We tossed the
football, played some games and stuff.  It as if nothing in our lives was
wrong.  On my walk home though, I couldn't help but think about Ian.  It
was too strange what happened between us.  I didn't want to lose his
friendship over something silly like this.  I figured I better go on over
to his house this evening and see how he's feeling.

When I got home, I put my bag away and grabbed some water.  I was out the
door in less then five minutes.  When I knocked on Ian's door, he opened
up.  "What do you want?"  He still wasn't looking at me in the face.

I sat on the bed next to him.  "I just wanted to know how you were doing?"

"Why do you care?"

"I am your friend.  Why shouldn't I care?"

He just grunted at that comment.

"Ian, I'm sorry I ran out on you like that, but jacking off is something a
boy is supposed to do in the privacy of his own bed, or bathroom."  He kept
silence.  "I don't think you're weird or anything.  You didn't know.
You're just a curious boy that's all."

He finally looked back at me.  For the first time since I walked out on
him, he looked at me in the face.  "Did you mean it when you said I had a
nice dick?"

"Of course I meant that.  You have a great looking dick.  You should be
proud of that."

He smiled.  "Really?"

"Absolutely.  Did you try to...you know...get off?"

"You mean make that feeling?"

"Yeah."

"Nope.  I haven't been hard since yesterday."

"Well, you know you can make yourself hard, you don't have to wait for it
to happen."

"Oh?"

"Just start playing with it, rubbing it up and down.  It'll get hard that
way."  I felt the tension dissipate from the room.  "You're only 11, you
just started puberty."

"What's puberty?"

I thought for a second.  "Puberty is like...it means to grow into a man.
Pretty soon your dick will grow larger, and you'll grow some hair on it.
And get hair in other places.  Stuff like that."

His eyes were fixed on my face.  He was fascinated for sure.

"Like where?"

"Like under your arms for instance.  See?"  And I lifted my shirt so my
underarm was exposed.  I didn't have much hair but only a few strands.  But
he got the picture.  He giggled.

"Well, I'm glad we were able to talk.  I hate not being able to talk to you
at school.  It was really boring."

"Me too" he said.

I reached over and ruffled his hair.  He giggled some more as did I.  "If
you ever have any more questions, just ask ok?"

"Ok."

"I better be going.  I have stuff I need to do."  With that I was gone.
The weekend went fairly fast, but then again, what weekend doesn't?

The following week was much the same in gym class.  Matt still was
apparently embarrassed and mockingly harassed.  It was subsiding though as
each day went on.  James seemed to find someone else to pick on for this
week, but I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of him and his cronies.
Thankfully, Thanksgivings holidays were coming up next week.  Gym class was
starting to annoy me.  Matt may have been getting over it, but I surely
wasn't.  I am going to keep an eye on those assholes.

In Language Arts, Friday's tension was gone.  Ian and I were back to our
normal selves, Anthony completely oblivious to anything between us.
However, I felt like we had a special bond now.  I felt like I could trust
him with anything, just about anything.  After all, this is the boy who
just bared his stiffy to me the other day.

Ian in school is very shy.  I never see him talking to anyone except me and
Anthony.  He doesn't talk about any friends, if he has any.  He's a sweet
kid, but he confuses me.

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