The Preacher's Kid: High School - 7. Hatred, Love, and Then…

Gentlemen, thank you for coming. Coach Hicks brought your boys in after a rather serious altercation. I have to say that I’m surprised that three of our top athletes would hold such a blatant disregard for policies regarding fighting on school grounds.”

Fuck! Coach Hicks was glaring at the three of us. Mr. Wallace had this stupid principal face going. Mr. Harper was looking at Donald with disgust written all over his face. But the worse look was from Dad. He was in shock. He looked like he couldn’t believe he was called into the school because Matty and I were in a fight.

“Coach Hicks, would you tell us what you saw that caused this meeting to take place?”

“I was leaving the gym, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw Mr. Harper sprawled out on the floor. Mr. Jordan was moving toward him, looking like he was preparing to throw another punch. Mr. Hamilton was quite literally in the middle of everything.”

“So you didn’t see any fighting actually take place?”

“No, sir. I stopped whatever was going on and immediately brought the three boys to your office.”

“Were there any witnesses to what happened?”

“No, sir. I didn’t see anyone in the vicinity.”

“Well then, Mr. Jordan. There was apparently some kind of altercation that took place. Would you like to tell us what caused this disagreement?”

“No, sir. I’d rather not say.”

“Mr. Hamilton?”

“No, sir. It’s a personal matter that doesn’t need to be shared.”

“Mr. Harper?”

“Yeah! I’ll tell ya what happened—they’re fags! These so-called athletes were gettin’ all lovey-dovey on each other, and it made me sick!”

“Mr. Harper! While I may not be able to discipline you for fighting on school grounds, you should know that you’ve just earned a three-day suspension for that hate speech.”

“What? You can’t—"

“Harper! Stop talking now!”

“But—”

“I said, stop talking before you get yourself thrown off the team for the rest of the school year!”

“Yes, Coach.”

Whoah! Not that I care all that much, but from the look on Mr. Harper’s face right now, it totally sucks to be Donald. Fuck! I can’t even look over at Dad. He must be so fucking ashamed of me right now.

“Thank you, Coach Hicks. Now—Mr. Jordan. Were you and Mr. Hamilton showing any type of physical affection in a public space?”

“No, sir! Eddie and I were just talking before class. We pretty much do that every day—talk a bit before last period. Then I go to the theatre and Eddie goes into the gym. Happens all the time.”

“Mr. Hamilton, can you tell us what was said that might have offended anyone who could hear you?”

“I’d rather not, sir. Matty and I were having a private conversation. Whatever Harper thought he heard was probably heard out of context.”

“That’s bull! I heard you tell Jordan you loved him—disgusting!”

“Not a word, Harper. You don’t get to speak unless you are asked to speak. Get it?”

“Sorry, Coach.”

“Mr. Wallace, may I speak, sir?”

Oh great! Dad couldn’t keep quiet—oh, nooooo!!

“Yes, Reverend Hamilton. Go ahead.”

“You may or may not be aware that both Eddie and Matthew missed school on Friday. There was a rather serious family issue that had to be dealt with—along with a trip to the emergency room. That’s all I can say at this point—at least until we can speak in private.”

“Yes, I believe that can be arranged—after I deal with Mr. Harper’s suspension.”

Mr. Wallace started typing into his computer and shook his head. Damn! What did he find?

“Mr. Harper, I see that today’s suspension will be your second this year. Unfortunately, that means this one will be for a full week.”

“What? That’s bull—”

‘Son—shut the Hell up! You’re diggin’ yourself into a deeper and deeper hole.”

Now, one would think if you had a dad who was as scary-lookin’ as Mr. Harper, you would take his advice and shut the hell up. But no. Donald couldn’t let it go. God! I wish he had!

“Mr. Harper, on your way out, you will need to sign the required papers regarding your son’s suspension. You will then wait for him at the Senior lot entrance and follow Donald off school property. I’m truly sorry that this is how things have worked out for you and Donald. I must tell you, however—if there is a third offense during the current school year, your son will be expelled from school, and you will need to find another school for him to finish his Senior year.”

“Let’s get out of here, son. We have some talking to do when we get home.”

And then it happened. Donald-fucking-Harper showed the world that he’s a total and complete idiot.

“I’ll get you, Hamilton. You are sooooo dead!”

“Mr. Harper! You will now be escorted off property by the school’s resource officer. A final decision on your expulsion will be made within 24 hours. You will be hearing from us. Now, I must ask you to leave.”

Harper and son left Mr. Wallace’s office, and the idiot slammed the door shut. I have to say—Wallace totally kept his cool and apologized to us for what we just had to witness.

“Coach Hicks, I believe we are done with you for now since we have no witnesses or proof of an actual fight. I will send Mr. Hamilton to the gym after I finish with him.”

Mr. Wallace picked up his phone and asked someone to contact Matty’s teacher and let her know that Matty was in the office and would be in class shortly. God, how I wish we could go now! I wasn’t looking forward to the next few minutes.

“Now—Reverend Hamilton, can you share with me the information you alluded to regarding Friday?”

Dad looked at Matty, and he nodded his head to let him know he could tell Mr. Wallace what happened.

So there it was. Dad explained pretty much everything that had been happening to Matty over the last few months and how he came over to the house bleeding from getting beat up by his dad. My dad also explained how Matty would be living with us until his father was released from the hospital. He told Mr. Wallace everything except the gay stuff. Thank God for that!

“Well, that explains what happened on Friday. Regarding what happened this afternoon, I must advise you boys to be aware of your surroundings and behavior. Now, I’m not going to make any assumptions about your relationship. I’ve known both of you for three years, and I’m completely aware that you are as close as any brothers can be.

“However—even though our school has a zero-tolerance anti-gay policy, whether you are or aren’t an LGBT student, as you now know that police can’t guarantee your safety. You boys have been excellent students and athletes during your time here, and I want that to continue being the case.

“Matthew—you have my full support during this trying time. Do yourself a favor, and don’t let the less enlightened students bother you to the point that your temper overrules your common sense.

“Eddie—I’m still not entirely sure of your involvement in today’s incident. Quite frankly, it doesn’t matter. Just be careful out there, okay?

“Reverend Hamilton, I’m sorry to have called you in and interrupting your busy schedule. However, I’m glad that you were able to shed some light on Matthew’s situation. Quite frankly, I can’t think of a better solution than the one you’ve come up with. You and your family have my full and unbridled support.”

“Thank you, Mr. Wallace. While it saddens me that young Mr. Harper has created a rather unpleasant situation for himself—it pleases me to know that my boys have your support.”

And that was it. I didn’t have to come out to Dad in front of everyone, and we all headed back to where we needed to be.

Baseball practice went well, and I feel like we are ready for tomorrow’s game. I hit the showers and headed to the parking lot. Matty was in his usual spot playing a game on his phone and looked up at me, smiling as I got close.

“Well, that was a shitload of fun, huh?”

“Oh yeah! Let’s do it again tomorrow, k? I just dread getting home and hearing what Dad has to say. Hell, he’s probably figured a lot of shit out by now.”

We were pretty quiet during the drive home. Matty held my hand the entire way, which seemed to help me calm down a little bit. Unfortunately, it didn’t keep my heart from jumping up into my throat when we pulled the 4Runner into the garage.

“I’m gonna tell him, Matty. Dad needs to hear it all from me—not from anyone else.”

“You want me there with you?”

“Hell yes! I need you beside me.”

“You know he’s gonna be totally chill with you like he was with me the other night.”

“God, I hope so.”

Matty and I went inside and found Mom in the kitchen fixing dinner. Damn! It sure smelled good! She was making stuffed pork chops, which just so happens to be my all-time favorite meal! Uh-oh—why is she making my all-time favorite meal?

I asked her where Dad was, and Mom said he was in his office. We told her we were going to have a talk with him.

“I think that’s a good idea. Are you going to tell your father about—"

“Yeah, he needs to hear it from us—not from who knows where.”

Mom pulled me into her arms and told me she was proud of Matty and me. Well, fuck. That started the tears.

“It’s okay, Eddie. You don’t have a thing to worry about, okay?”

I sighed and nodded my head as I pulled away. Matty then took Mom in his arms!

“Thanks, Mrs. H.—you have been so awesome through all of this. I know my mom is looking down and smiling cuz she knows you have my back.”

Mom kissed Matty on the forehead and smiled. “I love you boys. Both of you mean the world to your father and me.”

Matty took my hand, and we walked to the other side of the house to Dad’s study. When we got to the door, I took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in!”

We walked into the study, and before we sat down, I asked, “Dad? Can we talk?”

Dad smiled at both of us and invited us to sit on the small sofa on the other side of his office. He got up and sat in one of the chairs across from the sofa.

I don’t know what the fuck happened! Before I could say a word, the tears just started pouring down my face, and my lower lip started to tremble. Matty put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.

“It’s all good, Eddie. I got your back.”

“Eddie? You don’t have to cry, son. Whatever you have to say won’t change the simple fact that you are my son. You are and always have been my pride and joy.”

I kinda-sorta nodded and started. “Papa?”

“Wow! You haven’t called me ‘Papa’ for at least ten years. I kind of like it.”

“Dad, I’m sorry—”

“What on Earth are you sorry for?”

“It’s true. Everything Donald Harper said is true. Matty and I love each other. He’s my boyfriend.” There. I finally said it—and with that, the dam burst, and I was sobbing.

Dad got out of his chair and squeezed onto the sofa between Matty and me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.

“Eddie. You should never apologize to anyone for being who you are. And just in case you need a reminder—you are one of the kindest, happiest, genuine young men I have ever known. The fact that you are my son only makes me that much prouder, knowing that I get to have you in my life for a long, long time.”

“But I don’t want to disappoint you. I want you to be proud to have me for your son.”

“Clayton Edward Hamilton—the third—I couldn’t be more proud of you than I am at this very moment. What you just told me has to be the most difficult thing you could have said to me in your entire life. But you did it! And that makes me so very proud of you. Am I surprised? Not so much. Am I disappointed? Not one bit!

“You are my son—period. I love you totally and completely. You know, when we watched Boy Erased the other night, I knew at that very moment that there was absolutely nothing you, your sister, or brother could ever do or say that would make me love you less.

“And Matthew—I don’t think I could be happier that my son has picked such an outstanding young man to stand by him in his life. I’ve always considered you a part of our family, now—it seems you really are! And that makes me so very happy!”

I pulled my head up from Dad’s shoulder and looked at him. I must have had a funny look on my face cuz he looked back at me and asked, “What?”

“I have to ask one thing—are you really my father? Or are you some alien being that grabbed my real one and switched places?”

Dad tilted his head back a howled with laughter. “Why on Earth would you ask such a silly question?”

“Cuz I never expected you to be this cool about my being gay. I mean—who are you?”

“Eddie—you’re seventeen years old. Your mother and I are not supposed to seem cool to you. It’s nice to know that you feel that way, though.”

Dad looked at Matty and smiled, “Hey! Apparently, I’m cool!”

“Yeah, you definitely are, Mr. H.”

Right on cue, my stomach growled like I had some kind of wild animal hiding out in there. “Oops! Guess I’m kinda hungry.”

“Well, dinner should be about ready. Your mom made your favorite tonight, and we sent Nathan over to Simon’s house for a sleepover. It’s just the four of us tonight.”

“Why would you do that? On a school night, even?”

“I knew we had a lot to talk about, and I didn’t want Nathan to put a damper on things. Of course, I thought we would talk about the incident this afternoon—and we probably will still talk about that some. But in the meantime—let’s have some dinner!”

We walked out to the kitchen and found Mom putting mountains of amazing food on the table. “How are my boys?”

“I’m good, Mrs. H!”

“I’m hungry, Mom!”

“And I’m cool, Mags! Who would have thought?”

Dinner was amazing! Of course, Dad had a couple more surprises up his sleeve.

He told us that Sunday’s sermon was going to be all about unconditional love. He asked Matty if he could talk about him and his situation. At first, Matty wasn’t completely on board, but then Dad said he truly believed that Matty’s story might just save a young person’s life and maybe more than just one. Hell, Matty couldn’t stand in the way of that!

“Mr. H.—if I can make one kid stop being afraid, or even save his or her life, then yeah—say whatever you need to.”

“Eddie? I will talk about you, too.”

“Dad! Please don’t!”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let people know who I’m talking about. 99% of the time I talk about you kids, no one has a clue who I’m talking about.”

“Okay, I know I can’t stop you. Matty, this is all a part of the torture PKs have to go through their entire lives. It’s torture, I tell you!”

“Well—now that I’m part of this crazy family, I guess I’ll have to be getting my own share of torture, right?”

I just smiled when I saw Dad roll his eyes. I told Dad that even though I was cool with the family knowing everything, I just wasn’t quite ready to handle the whole school knowing our business.

We finished dinner, and Matty and I helped Mom with the dishes before heading upstairs to work on our homework.

I decided to let Matty use the desk, and I settled in on the floor, leaning against the bed. I was just five minutes into my AP History assignment when I heard, “Oh, Fuuuuuuck!” from Matty.

“What’s up, Matty?”

“Have you looked at your phone yet?”

“No. Haven’t had a chance with everything that happened today. Why?”

“Get ready, dude.”

I opened my phone and couldn’t believe what I saw. My phone was practically exploding with messages! I started reading some of them, and they were mostly shit like, “It’s all cool” or “I gotcher back” and “Happy for ya!”

But then I saw one that said, “Fucking faggot!” and my heart sank to my toes.

“Matty? What’s happening?”

“Oh, fuck. That asshole has crossed the line!”

“What are you talking about? Is it Harper?”

“Yeah. C’mere and look.”

I got off the floor and walked over to the desk. There is was. Donald-fucking-Harper posted on his Instagram, “Yeah, there fags and there boyfriends. Heard it for myself.” He posted my Instagram pic of Matty and me on the docks at Lake Norman in our swim trunks and our arms around each other’s shoulders—smiling, of course.

“Oh, fuck! Matty, what do we do? The whole school knows.”

“There’s nothing we can do, babe. At least 99% of my texts are positive and supportive, including the ones from the football team.”

Guess what? I started crying. It was too much. “Can you get Mom and Dad? They need to see this.”

Matty kissed me—that helped me feel a little better—and went downstairs. All I could do was stare at Harper’s Instagram. Jesus! What an idiot. There fags? How the fuck did he get to be a Senior? Stupidity. Just plain stupidity.

Mom and Dad came into the room with Matty and stepped aside so they could see the post.

Mom was the first to say something. “Dear heavens, didn’t anyone teach that boy proper English?”

“Matthew told your mother and me that you’ve been receiving a lot of support from other students. I hope that’s helping you through this, son.”

“I haven’t looked at more than a few. But what I’ve seen is good—but Dad—what do we do now?”

“I think I know what to do, Eddie.”

“What?”

“I think we go to school and act like everything’s cool. When people come up to us and show us support, we thank them. When people look at us funny, we just move on. If someone says something ugly, we ignore it and get on with the day.”

“Matthew—I think that’s a very intelligent approach. Mags? What do you think?”

“I agree with Matthew, but I would take things one step further. Take a look at your messages from the people who support you boys and when you see them tomorrow, be sure to thank them.”

Eddie stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “What do you think, Eddie? We’re both pretty strong dudes and can rise above this.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. We really don’t have a choice, do we?”

“No—and if you think about it, half the school already thinks we’re some kind of couple, so I don’t think things are going to be too crazy.”

My phone rang, and it was Carrie. I told Mom and Dad I needed to get this and answered the phone.

“Eddie?”

“Carrie! I guess you saw, huh?”

“Yep. How are you and Matty doing?”

“Okay, I guess—we’re both a little shocked that he did this.”

“Well, we sent you a text, but I’m thinking you haven’t seen it yet—but you should know that the rest of the squad is here and walking up to your door. You need us right now.”

“What? Oh my God! I’ll be right down to let you in!”

I ended the call and told everyone that the squad was at the front door. They got together and decided to come over and be with us!

I ran downstairs with Matty right behind me. As soon as I opened the door, we were both smothered with hugs from six of the most remarkable people on the planet. Dad invited everyone in and led us out to the patio while Mom went into the kitchen and made up a pitcher of iced tea.

After all the hugs were shared, Dad went back into the house. Mom brought out a tray with glasses and the pitcher of tea. “Oh my! How long has it been since I’ve seen all of you together in the same place? Thank you for coming over. I know my boys are going to need your love and support more than ever now!” Mom turned around and left us alone.

Eric—quiet, unassuming Eric was the first to speak, “Okay, I just want to know how that boy got through high school without learning the basics of the English language. I’d offer to tutor him, but the word is already out that he’s been expelled—and that he’s blaming Eddie and Matty.”

“Yeah. First, he got suspended for calling Eddie a fag—in front of Mr. Wallace. When he looked it up on his computer, he saw that it was his second offense of the school year and made the suspension a week. When he threatened to hurt Eddie while he was leaving the office, Wallace turned the suspension into an expulsion.”

Eric shook his head in disbelief. “And he thinks his Instagram post would be getting even?”

Carrie was next to talk—and boy! Did she ever!

“Okay. The reason I wanted to get everyone together was so we could present a united front in support of Eddie and Matty. Strength in numbers and all.”

Brandon leaned toward me for a fist bump. “Dude, you know we got your back here. I talked to a lot of the guys on the team, and they’re totally cool. Pretty much everyone said as long as we have the best shortstop in the district, who cares who he sleeps with?”

Jax got up and walked up to Matty, standing over him with his fists on his hips. “Okay, Matthew Jordan. You and I are tight. We’re an awesome pair on the football field. But the first time anyone suspects me of playing on your team, I will have to make sure they know the truth. But, I do have to say that having the quarterback diggin’ dudes sure does open the market up for the rest of us!”

Finally! Everyone was laughing and telling Jax to sit his ass down. I love these guys!

“So guys,” Bella took Carrie’s hand in hers and continued. “Carrie and I were talking earlier, and we decided that there was no way Matty and Eddie were going to face this alone. We’re coming out to you guys right now, and if anyone says or asks anything at school, we’ll be honest with them about our being a couple.”

“Whaaaaaaat?” Lisa had the same reaction I had this morning. “You two are girlfriends?”

“Yeah. Bella and I have been together for quite a while now. We just didn’t want y’all to think the guys were the only gays in the squad.”

“They aren’t.” All eyes went to Eric. “I’m gay, too. And I have a boyfriend who’s in the show I’m doing now—a college boy!”

“Whoa! You guys! I don’t know what to say!” Aaaaaaaaand boom! Here come the tears!

“Guys, Eddie and I are blown away that you all would stand up for us like this. Y’all rock!”

Jax answered with, “Hey—we’ve been together since middle school. We’ve always had each other’s backs, no matter what came up. No way we’re going to stop now!”

Wow! I was just blown away. Carrie asked if we would read some of the texts that were still pouring into our phones. There was so much fucking support, and a lot of people were trashing Harper for his language skills. I was feeling pretty good by the time everyone got up to leave.

We had decided that we would all meet in the parking lot and walk into the school together. God, I love these guys!

After we climbed into bed, I surprised myself at how calm I was—and how every cell in my body was exploding with love for the amazing boy in my arms. We were lying on our sides, facing each other, with our hard cocks rubbing against each other as we talked.

“Eddie, I’m so proud of you. I’m so full of you. I feel you in every inch of my body. When I breathe in, it’s like I’m breathing in you. I know I’m the luckiest boy in the entire world to have you in my arms and my life.”

We kissed with a tender, love-filled passion like I’ve never experienced before. Hands were exploring the bodies we were still learning to find our way around. It was like our tongues were doing this hot and sexy dance instead of fighting for control. And our cocks were sticky and wet with precum.

“Dear God, Matty! The things you do to me! These feelings—I can’t describe them to you because every time I get them, they’re like nothing I’ve ever experienced! Matty! Damn! Just saying your name overpowers my senses. Every pore—every cell in my body is bursting with you. I can’t believe it took so long for this to happen, but I sure can’t wait to make up for lost time!”

Another kiss—even more passionate than the last one. And then, out of nowhere, Matty’s entire body went rigid, and I felt the powerful jets of spunk fill the small spaces between our bodies and slicking my own cock—which exploded just seconds later.

I grabbed my boxer briefs from the floor beside the bed and cleaned my boyfriend and me. We fell asleep that night facing each other—our foreheads touching and our arms wrapped around each other.

I must have rolled over during the night because when the alarm went off, Matty had become the big spoon, and he was holding on tight! I loved the feel of his hard cock snuggled in between my ass cheeks. All I could think about was how wonderful it’s gonna be when that big boy slides inside my ass. Damn! I can’t wait for that to happen!

We got to school, and everyone was waiting in the parking lot. I was surprised Matty leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before telling me that he loved me. Damn! That boy will never stop surprising me!

The squad walked into school together, and I was surprised that most everyone hardly gave us a second look, let alone say anything to us. We went right to the cafeteria and put our shit down at our table. This time I went to get our coffees.

When I got back, about four or five football players were talking to Matty. I started to panic a bit until I saw smiles on their faces and a few of them laughing. When I got to the table, I gave Matty his coffee, and Evan Trayner, one of the wide receivers, came up to me and slapped me on the shoulder.

“Dude, thanks for takin’ this dickwad off the market! All those girls thinkin’ they were gonna have a chance with Jordan now have to come to us for their needs!”

“You’re welcome? I guess?”

Even then leaned in to me and softly said, “Ya know, we kinda always thought somethin’ might be goin’ on with you two, so when it became public knowledge, it was really no shocker. And just so you know—pretty much everyone is cool with it. You got nothin’ to worry about.”

I just smiled and looked at him. “Thanks, Evan. That means a lot to me.”

“Hey—it’s a new world, and idiot assholes like that Harper dude are the exception. The funny thing is he probably thought he was gonna make a shitload of trouble for you and Jordan. But the reality is that it forced us to realize that the only thing that matters is how accurate Jordan’s passes are—and how well you drive that ball into the outfield.”

Then it happened. Evan Trayner pulled me into a hug and told me the jocks had our backs. But when he pulled away, he turned around and announced to the entire cafeteria, “Nope! Still straight! Didn’t catch a thing! Look out, girls!”

The whole place cracked up, and we were soon surrounded by people from all walks of school life—patting us on the back, wishing us well, and generally throwing their support in our direction. A few kids asked if Matty and I would think about joining the school’s Gay/Straight Alliance, and Matty promised that we would think about it, but he didn’t know if we would have enough time.

The rest of the day went pretty much the same way, and I was riding high when it came time to head to the gym to get ready for the afternoon game with Davidson High School. They were a pretty good team, but we were much better.

When I got into the locker room, I was afraid some of the guys might start acting weird about a gay guy in there with them. Nope! Everyone was just so fucking cool. I couldn’t believe how worried I was about shit that never seemed to happen!

The game went great! When I got to the plate for my first at-bat, I saw Mom, Dad, Matty, and the twerp in the stands and cheering. Seeing them there made me realize just how much Matty was a part of my family, which brought me this huge rush of joy.

Unfortunately for the opposing team’s pitcher, that huge rush of joy translated into a line drive deep over the right-field wall for a two-run homer! Wow! I can’t believe it wasn’t even a week ago that I felt like my whole life was going to cave in because I had feelings for the hot boy next door. Now we’re a bonafide couple, everyone seems to know, and no one seems to give a shit!

After the game, Dad took us all out for a celebratory dinner and Matty, and I soon found ourselves upstairs with our homework. I’ve never done my homework so quickly in my entire life! You see, I had to get my hands—and mouth—on Matty’s amazing cock.

Apparently, my boyfriend had the same idea going through his gorgeous head—he finished his homework about ninety seconds after I did, and we were both buck-ass naked and making out on the bed.

Matty kept telling me how proud he was to sit with my family this afternoon and that he thought his heart was going to explode when I hit that home run. “Now you know how I feel whenever you and Jax connect for a big play.”

Matty then pushed me onto my back, holding my arms up above my head. He looked deep into my eyes, and I swear it felt like he was touching my soul. “Matty, it’s time. Please—I want you inside me. Can you make love to me? Please? God! I need you!”

“What?? Babe—I’ve never done that before—not with anyone!”

“You think I have? All I know is that this was the second most amazing day of my life, and I want to celebrate with you making me yours in the most complete way I can think of.”

“Second most? What was the most amazing day?”

“The day you kissed me and told me you were in love with me. Nothing will ever top that day as far as I’m concerned.”

“Ohhhh, man! You’re gonna make me fucking cry again! I would love to make you mine, babe. I just don’t want to disappoint you and suck at it, ya know.”

“Eddie Hamilton, you are the most beautiful boy—inside and out—on this entire planet. I can’t for the life of me think of any way that having your amazing cock inside me is going to be anything but the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

Well, fuck me! How could I refuse my Matty after that?

Matty reached over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and pulled a bottle out of the drawer.

“What’s that?”

“Lube. Silicon lube, to be exact. It’s super slick and doesn’t wear out.”

“How do you know about—”

“Online. Mine’s not restricted.”

Matty poured some of the lube into his hand and began to apply it to my already throbbing cock. Holy shit! That was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever--

What the fuck? How did I just nut? Jesus, I’m so bad at this sex thing!

“Oh God, Matty! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen!”

“I did. Now you’ll last longer when you’re inside me.”

“Do you want me to get a towel or something?”

“Hell-the-fuck-no!!”

I couldn’t believe what Matty did next! He scooped my nut up with his hand and reached behind him. Holy fuck! He was using my nut to lube and loosen his ass! Bam! That got me super-hard and throbbing in an instant! So. Fucking. Hot!

“You ready to fill me up, Eddie?”

“Yeah. But no matter what happens, we hafta keep quiet!”

“That’s going to make this whole thing even hotter if you ask me! I don’t get to use words to tell you how much I love you. I can only show you with my eyes.”

God, my boyfriend says the most amazing things! The next thing I knew, Matty had wrapped his hand around my cock and lined it up with his ass. He took a deep breath and pressed down. This is where I get to tell you how fucking hot it is to be lying on your back while looking up at the boy you love and watch his face as your cock slowly makes its way inside.

Jesus! What a fucking incredible feeling it is, too! The silky-smooth heat that was surrounding my cock was like nothing I’ve ever felt. Apparently, Matty was feeling things like he’d never felt, too!

“Jesus, Eddie! This feels amazing! Hurts a little but feels sooooo much better than it hurts!”

Matty slowly stroked his cock as his abs flexed and released as my cock stretched his amazing ass. He took one more deep breath, and before I knew what was happening, he dropped himself down so that my entire cock was now deep inside him.

“Let me just stay here for a second. I feel so full. Soooo fucking full of my beautiful boy!

Matty leaned down and deeply kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he asked me if I was ready. I reminded him that we had to be quiet. He smiled at me while he looked into my soul. Fuck! That was one hot look!

Matty pulled himself back up and began to move up and down on my cock slowly! Jesus! I was fucking my boyfriend! I’m not a virgin anymore! The feeling was—fuck! There are no words!

I looked up and got even more turned on by the look on Matty’s face! My boy was in heaven. He threw his head back as his muscles would tense and release—tense and release—tense and release.

My cock has found its new home. It will never want to leave this amazing place known as Matty’s ass!

Without even thinking, I found myself lifting my hips and meeting Matty’s movements. After a couple of minutes, Matty leaned back a bit, putting his hands on the bed behind him. His hard cock was bouncing up and down and was pouring a shitload of pre all over my abs.

Matty roughly whispered, “Oh fuck! So good! There’s the spot! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!”

Matty’s cock literally exploded nut all over me, the bed, and I swear some even his the carpet on the floor! But, I have to tell you, the way his ass flexed as he was shooting was all it took for me to fire some of the most intense shots of nut deep into my boy.

Matty totally fell forward and collapsed on top of me. I took his face in my hands and started to shower him with kisses. I think he might have blacked out. Instead of kissing me back, he was whispering “oh fuck” over and over.

I was surprised when my cock just popped out of Matty’s ass. That’s what brought him back to earth. “Noooooo! I wanted it in there all night!”

“Did you like it, babe? How did it feel?”

“Eddie—all I could think was that I was giving you the one thing I could only give someone once in my lifetime. Just knowing that you—Eddie Hamilton—was inside me was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. I’ve jerked off to this dream for way too long. And now, you’ve made my greatest dream come true, and it was a thousand times more than I ever imagined it could be!”

“Wow! I’m so glad I didn’t fuck it up! But you have to make me a promise, Matty. Next time—you get to make my dream come true!”

How is it possible that you can be totally and completely in love with someone, and every time you turn around, you find yourself even more in love?

But, no matter how much we were in love, we were both a sweaty, sticky mess! We decided to hop in the shower and clean ourselves—which led to stroking each other off to yet another amazing nut!

When we walked back into the bedroom, we discovered what hot boy sex smelled like! Wow! Not the most pleasant scent in the world. I went back into the bathroom and grabbed the Febreeze, and freshened up the room.

It was a little after midnight when we fell asleep. I was on my back, and Matty was on my chest with my arms around him.

The next two days at school were just like Tuesday. Our big “issue” wasn’t an issue at all, and I was feeling kinda stupid for thinking it was going to be such a big deal.

Thursday was another game day. We got on the bus right after lunch and headed over to East Mecklenburg to play one of our crosstown rivals.

Mom, Dad, Matty, and the twerp were all there to cheer us on—okay, to cheer me on—and I had another great game. I had a single, a double, and was walked on purpose for my third at-bat. We handily won the game 7-3.

After our showers, we walked out of the fieldhouse, and the family was there waiting for me. There was a hug from Dad, a hug and a kiss from Mom, a sideways bro-hug from the twerp, and a hug/message from Matty.

What was the message, you ask? Well, if you could’ve seen the boner in my pants, tonight was the night Matty was going to make me his!

The family made their way to Dad’s car and told me they would meet me back at the school. I loved my family more than I ever have right then—even the twerp. Okay. Okay. Even Nathan!

I don’t remember much after saying goodbye to the family. I remember hearing someone yell, “Fucking faggot!” and then a sharp pain across my back. I remember falling to the ground and then a thud to the back of my head.

Blackness—there was just blackness now.