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This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further.
Matt and Mickey Chapter 3
The next day, Marc and I stayed close to our scout master; we didn't want to be anywhere near Mickey and the other Eagle Scouts. Marc was really upset, every time he thought about the events of last night, he'd start to tear up, we didn't want any questions asked so I did what I could to keep his mind off of it. It helped me to take my mind off of it as well, I wasn't as emotional as Marc but I was also feeling hurt and used.
Thankfully that was the last day of our trip and as soon as it was time to head home, Marc and I were the first ones to climb into the back of Richard Larson's dad's Suburban. Mr. Larson dropped us off at my house; Marc told him that he'd call his mom and dad from there. When we walked in there was a note from my mom waiting on the kitchen counter. She had gone out to dinner with some friends and said that I should just order a pizza or text her and she'd pick something up for me on her way home. Once he realized we were alone and wouldn't be interrupted, Marc hugged me tight and let the tears flow.
I felt bad for him but I didn't know what to do. I was a victim too and I had my own emotions I was dealing with. The bottom line is, I love Marc and seeing him feel this way, well, I've never felt more helpless in my life. I've never been ashamed of being a little guy before, I'm pretty athletic, girls, and Marc, think I'm cute but right now it's just making me feel useless. There is nothing I could have done to stop what happened to us last night, if I'd tried, who knows, Mickey might have beaten the shit out of me then let his friends have their fun anyway. Mickey never threatened me outright but I'd also never put up to much of a fight, I don't know what would have happened last night if Marc and I had said no.
"It's ok Marc," I said soothingly, as I rubbed up and down his back, "we're home now, no one's going to hurt us here."
"Oh Matt, I feel so disgusting," Marc sobbed, "they used us like a pair of fuck-rags last night and we didn't even fight back, I feel so ashamed."
"Hey, you don't have anything to be ashamed of," I said through my own tears, "If we'd tried to fight them off they would have just kicked our asses, than fucked us."
"I know," said Marc, "that's what I'm so ashamed off. Look at me; I'm just a scrawny little wimp who can't even protect his own ass."
"That's not what I see when I look at you," I confessed.
"It's not?" asked Marc.
"Not even close," I stated, "I see a really cute guy who is smart and funny and fun to be around and, well, I think I'm in love with him."
"Do you really mean that?" asked Marc.
"I know the timing isn't perfect," I admitted, "but you're my best friend Marc, more than that even, and yeah, I mean it, I love you."
"I love you too Matty," said Marc, "I never told you but I've had a crush on you ever since you walked into English class on the first day of school."
I held Marc for a few minutes longer, while we both regained control over our emotions.
"What are we going to do about this," asked Marc, "I don't ever want Mickey to touch us again."
"I don't want that to happen either," I admitted, "but I think we need time to think about this and decide what the best course of action is."
"Yeah, ok, I guess that makes sense," Marc agreed.
"For now, why don't we go take a shower," I asked, "I feel kind of gross."
"Definitely, I just want to wash their filth off of me," Marc admitted.
We headed up to my room where we stripped off our soiled scout uniforms then went into the hall bathroom to take a shower. We washed each other but where careful when we did our backsides, both of our little rumps were sore after the pummeling they'd taken the night before. We also kissed but it wasn't like the kissing we'd done before. Usually we kissed passionately and aggressively, it was more like a struggle for dominance, but not today. Today our kissing was gentle and reassuring, it was almost as if we were saying "it'll be ok, we have each other," each time our lips came into contact.
After our shower, we put on fresh clothes and I ordered us some pizza with the money mom had left with her note. We ate quietly, each of us silently wrestling with our own internal demons. After dinner, Marc called his dad and said he could pick him up. While we waited we snuggled on the couch and I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair.
"I like that," Marc whispered.
"Like what? I asked.
"That thing you're doing with your fingers," said Marc.
"Oh, I didn't even realize I was doing it," I admitted.
"Well make a note of it for the future," said Marc, "it feels nice."
"I like playing with your hair, it's soft," I stated.
Marc smiled at me then gave me a soft kiss on the lips. That's when we heard the horn honk and he had to leave.
"I'll see you in school tomorrow," said Marc.
"Ok, see you then," I replied.
"Hey Marc," I called as he headed for the door.
"Yeah," said Marc.
"Everything will be alright, I love you," I stated.
Marc walked back and hugged me tight.
"I love you too," said Marc as he sealed it with a kiss.
My mom got home about a half hour later and of course she wanted to know how my trip had been. She had been worried about me and the move, and was glad that I'd made friends. She was even glad that I got involved with scouts, which she knew was very out of character for me. I told her that the trip had been fine and talked about the waterfalls we'd seen at the park. As long as I talked about those falls I didn't have to think about last night. I was kind of amazed how closely I'd paid attention because it felt like I talked about those falls until I was out of breath.
Mom told me about her weekend and then we sat around the living room watching Sunday night TV. I was quiet but mom didn't push me to find out what was wrong. Mom and I have a good relationship, she knows that I'll always come and tell her about my problems after I've had a chance to think about them. The problem this time was bigger than anything I'd ever dealt with before and I couldn't tell her what happened to me. For the first time in a long time, I wanted my dad. I envied Marc, if we told our parents what had happened to us, he'd have his daddy to protect him, mine was in another country and I felt vulnerable and alone.
I didn't sleep well that night. I kept dreaming about the night before. At first I just played the events over in my head but then the more it repeated the worse it became. I dreamed that we had tried to fight off the Eagle Scouts only to have them beat the ever loving shit out of us. Even though it was only a dream, I will never forget the sight of Marc's face all bloodied and bruised. I woke up in a cold sweat sometime around 5:30 and couldn't go back to sleep, the only way I was going to get that image out of my head was when Marc walked into English class in a few hours.
I usually get a ride to school with Mickey and his dad in the morning because mom teaches early classes at the college but since I was up so early, I got dressed and asked her if she could give me a ride. Mom gave me a questioning look but didn't say anything until we got to school. We pulled up in front of the entrance but before I could hop out, mom put her hand on mine.
"Matthew is everything alright?" she asked.
"Sure mom, I'm fine," I replied.
Man even I wasn't convinced by my answer.
"Honey you know you can tell me anything, right?" said mom.
I almost started to tear right there in the car. My sweet, caring mother was offering me the protection I craved, all I had to do was tell her what happened, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't stand the thought of what it would be like to look in her eyes after she found out what had happened to me.
"I know mom, I'm ok, really," I stated.
I know she didn't believe me but there wasn't time to talk about this now so we said our goodbyes. I usually see Mickey in the halls during the morning periods but I went out of my way to avoid him today. I didn't even want to look at him. I wanted to look at Marc and I got to English class early but he wasn't there. Student's kept filing in and taking their seats and eventually the bell rang, still, no Marc. That really ruined the rest of my day, I was having a hard time dealing with my emotions all on my own and I was worried about him. The day dragged on and all I wanted to do was get home so I could call Marc.
At swim practice that afternoon I wasn't much use so I told the coach I wasn't feeling well and he just let me sit on the bench. Every time one of the other guys would look at me in my Speedo I'd get nervous. I couldn't decide if they were just being friendly or if they were looking at me the way Mickey did, like they were trying to figure out a way to get what they wanted from me. I hated him for making me distrust people like that and the more I sat there the more I realized, he'd never really been my friend. Marc and I were just play things to him, something he could use to get off then cast aside. He was nice to us so he could continue using our bodies and sure, we'd gone along with it because we enjoyed his body as well, but we were just horny freshmen, we didn't know better. We certainly didn't deserve to have him share us with his friends like a couple of bachelor party blow up dolls.
Practice finally ended and I walked home. I called Marc as soon as I walked in the door and he answered on the second ring.
"Hey, you weren't in school today," I said in greeting.
"I know, I just couldn't face it," Marc sniffled.
"It was hard for me too," I admitted, "it might have been easier had you been there though."
"I'm sorry Matty," said Marc, "I wanted to be there with you but, I just got scared."
"It's ok Marc, I'm not mad at you," I replied, "I'm mad at this whole fucked up situation."
"What are we going to do?" asked Marc.
"I still don't know," I confessed, "Maybe we should just forget about it and tell Mickey to leave us alone."
"We can't do that Matty," said Marc, "we can't let him get away with this."
"Why?" I asked, "Why can't we just make it go away?"
"Because, what they did was wrong," said Marc.
"I know but..." I began.
"But nothing, they fucking raped us," Marc exclaimed.
"Oh shit, I gotta go," said Marc, before I could respond to him.
While I sat there with the phone in my hand wondering what to do next, Marc had bigger problems to deal with.
"Who did what?" said Eric, Marc's older brother and Mickey's friend.
Eric had picked up Marc's school work for him and was walking into his room to deliver it when he overheard our phone conversation.
"Uh, uh, nothing," Marc stuttered.
"Don't tell me nothing, I know what I heard," said Eric.
"It's nothing, really," said Marc in a panic, "You just misunderstood."
"Bullshit, you said someone "raped us," did someone hurt you," challenged Eric.
"Well, see, me and Matt..." Marc began.
"Matt the new kid? Did he do something to you?" asked Eric.
"No," Marc exclaimed, "they did it to him too."
Uh oh, way to keep the secret Marc.
"Did what? Marc if you don't tell me what's going on I'm gonna get dad and you can tell him," said Eric.
"Well, the other night on the camp out, uh, Mickey and uh, some of his friends, well they took me and Matt out into the woods," Marc began.
"And?" challenged Eric.
"And well they uh, kinda, uh, made us do some things," said Marc.
"Made you?" asked Eric.
"Well yeah, I mean we were tied up so it's not like we could..."Marc started.
"Tied up? Marc what the hell happened, why would you be tied up out in the woods?" asked Eric growing more angry and concerned.
That's when Marc lost it. His bottom lip started to quiver and then the tears started to flow down his cheeks. Eric sat next to him and put his arm around his brother in an attempt to comfort him. Sure they got on each other's nerves but Eric had always looked out for his little brother and he was fairly certain something serious had happened to him and was determined to find out what it was.
"Marc, you need to tell me what happened," said Eric, once Marc had started to calm down.
"Oh Eric, it was terrible," Marc confessed, "M-Mickey and s-some of the other Eagle Scouts, t-they took m-me and Matt out into the woods and t-they, t-they raped us."
After admitting what had happened, it was easy for Marc to tell his big brother the rest of the details. Eric's face remained impassive but beneath the calm surface, his blood was boiling.
"Stay here," said Eric as he got up and walked out the door.
Mickey had been working on his homework when the doorbell rang. He got up to answer it and was surprised to see Eric standing on the front step.
"Hey dude, what's going on?" asked Mickey.
"So you get off on raping little boys?" shouted Eric as he landed a punch right in the center of Mickey's face.
The punch sent Mickey reeling backwards and Eric wrestled him to the ground before he fell.
"What did you do to my little brother?" shouted Eric, as he landed another punch.
"I-I-I," Mickey spluttered through the blood running down his face.
"What did you do to his friend?" shouted Eric as his next punch landed with a sickening squishing sound from all the blood.
"Eric," shouted Mr. Tailor who had come to the door when he heard the commotion, "what the hell is going on here?"
"Why don't you ask Mickey," shouted Eric, "Tell him what you did you sick fuck!"
Mr. Tailor pulled Eric off of his son and sent Mickey to clean off his face. Mr. Tailor knew Eric well, he and Mickey had been friends for years, he tried to calm him down and get an explanation for the fight.
After Marc had so abruptly cut off our conversation, I went to put the phone down when it started to ring. My mom called and told me to meet her out front; she'd just pulled into the driveway and wanted to take me out for an early dinner. I knew what she was doing, she wanted to get me alone where I didn't have a room to run off to and try and get me to talk. Her plan didn't work though, throughout dinner I kept repeating that I was fine and that there was nothing to worry about. I don't think she bought it for a second but I put up enough of a wall that she decided to back off and think of another tactic. This is a new experience for mom, usually I tell her all my problems and she's never had to work to get something out of me before. We left the restaurant and headed home, when we pulled into our driveway we spotted a police cruiser parked out in front of the Tailors house.
"Hmm, I wonder what that's all about?" said mom as we walked inside.
We didn't have long to wait for an answer. A few moments after we got home, Marc, his mom and his dad knocked on our door. The moment I saw Marc and his tear stained cheeks, I started crying. I knew that he must have told his parents what had happened and now they were here to tell my mom.
"Matthew, what's the matter sweetie?" said mom as she put her arms around me and tried to comfort me.
"I think I can answer that question," said Marc's dad, Mr. Ryan.
"I wish someone would," said mom.
"During the scout trip over the weekend, Marc and Matt had a run in with the Tailor boy and some of his friends," said Mr. Ryan.
My mom was still trying to comfort me and as Marc's dad started to explain things, I could see Marc was crying and his mom was doing the same for him.
"What kind of run in?" asked mom, growing more concerned by the second.
"It appears that the older boy's took these two out into the woods and forced them to have sex with them," said Mr. Ryan.
"Oh my god," said mom as she hugged me tighter.
"Matthew, is that true?" she asked.
All I could do was sob on her shoulder.
We sat in my living room and Mr. Ryan told my mom everything he knew. Marc and I sat next to each other with our mother's on either side, still holding us, still trying to provide what comfort they could.
"...So that's when our other son, Eric, over heard Marc and Matt talking on the phone about what happened. Then he went over to have it out with the Tailor boy," said Mr. Ryan as he finished with the details.
"Matthew why didn't you tell me about this?" mom sniffled.
"W-We were afraid," I confessed.
"Sweetheart you know you can always come to me, you never have to be afraid to tell me anything," said mom.
With that said, I told my mom the hardest thing I've ever had to tell her.
"I didn't know how to tell you I was gay," I sniffled, "and I was afraid of what you'd think of me, I was afraid that you'd think I wanted this to happen because I let Mickey do things with me before."
"Honey, just because you agreed to something once, that doesn't mean the other person has a right to do anything they want to you, whenever they want to do it," said mom, "and I love you no matter what, I could never be ashamed of you."
"Is that how you feel too?" Marc's mom asked him.
"Yeah," Marc whined, "I-I love Matt and I was afraid you'd hate me when you found out and think that maybe we deserved what happened to us."
"I don't know where you boy's got these idea's," said Marc's dad, "We love you without question Marc, and we won't ever let anyone hurt you, no matter what you've done. I'm sure Matt's mom feels the same way."
"Absolutely," mom agreed.
Marc and I began to calm down after that; in fact, I began to feel a huge sense of relief. It had been hard but at least now our parents knew what Marc and I had been hiding from them and it was like a huge weight was lifted off our shoulders. The only thing left to do now was to deal with Mickey.
Once Eric had explained everything to Mr. Tailor, Mickey confessed. He was a bad liar and he knew his dad would see right through him, so he decided to man up and tell the truth. Even though it was embarrassing, he admitted to having sex with me and Marc and did his best to tell his side of the story about the scout trip. Mickey explained how he had forced Marc and I into doing things with him in the past and how we'd grown to like it and had willingly engaged in sex with him on many occasions. He didn't see what he and his buddies had done to us as rape but rather just another incident of rough sex that he thought we'd enjoy once we got used to it. It never entered into his mind that we'd object to being forcibly fucked by 6 guys. It also never occurred to him that maybe the reason we'd gone along with things before was because he was twice our size and could have beaten the living crap out of us had he wanted too.
In the end, Mickey took the fall for his friends. It turns out that the other Eagle Scouts didn't realize they were forcing themselves on us; Mickey had convinced them that we would be into what they'd done. Marc's dad was a deputy district attorney and he didn't believe their story for a minute but he also didn't think we'd be able to prove differently in court. Marc's dad also gave us something very real to think about. Given that we lived in such a small town, if this case went to court, everyone in our school would know about it and we still had three and a half years of high school to finish. Marc and I didn't want anyone to know what had happened so bearing that in mind, the adults worked out Mickey's punishment.
Mr. and Mrs. Tailor agreed to send Mickey away to a private boarding school a few hundred miles away. He would be entered into a sex offender rehabilitation program and he was forbidden from coming anywhere within 100 feet of me or Marc. Mr. Ryan assured them that if Mickey violated the agreement in anyway, then we would press full charges against him and he's spend some quality time with prison system. It wasn't a perfect solution but it allowed Marc and I to feel safe and to keep our dignity rather than have all the details of that night become public. I slept over at Marc's house, for the first time after all of this drama unfolded, the following Friday. When I saw Eric I couldn't help but run over and give him a big hug.
"What was that for?" asked Eric.
"You know what it was for," I smiled.
"Yeah, well," Eric blushed, "I told Marc that if anyone ever touches him again he better tell me right away, that goes for you too."
"Thanks Eric," I smiled.
"Yeah, thanks," added Marc.
"Anytime guys," said Eric as he patted us each on the back and went to his room.
We had dinner with Marc's parents that night and it was just like any normal sleep over. We watched some movies, played some video games, goofed around with the dogs, and then it was time to go to bed. Marc and I stripped down to our underwear and crawled under the blankets together.
"You know, I've been thinking," said Marc, "You haven't been here very long but we sure have been through a lot together."
"I'd say that's putting it mildly," I chuckled.
"My point is," said Marc, "I'm never going to find anyone else I've shared so much with so I think, well, you're just going to have to be my boyfriend."
"I thought I was," I replied.
"Oh, well, this just makes it official then," laughed Marc.
"You're such a dork," I smiled as I leaned over and kissed him.
"Yeah, I am a dork, but you know you love it," laughed Marc as he kissed me back.
"No argument there," I admitted as we started to make out.
Our kissing was gentle at first, like it had been in the shower, but the more we kissed the more passionate we became and the struggle for dominance began. My tongue darted in and out of Marc's mouth, when I pulled out of his, his tongue probed into mine. Our cocks were like steel rods in our briefs as we ground into each other, I humped Marc and he bucked his hips in time to meet my thrusts.
I pulled my lips away from Marc's and kissed all over his face, I kissed lower, sucking on his neck. I made my way down Marc's body until I was nestled between his legs. I was about to take off his underwear when I stopped myself, he looked so hot in his tighty whities I wasn't ready to get rid of them yet. Marc's boner was pushing his briefs out like a pup tent and I began to lick the head of his cock through the tight fitting cotton. I was turning Marc's briefs into a steam bath and he begged me to take them off. When I thought I had teased him enough, I pulled his undies down and greedily sucked his throbbing cock.
"Hey, you're hogging all the fun," Marc smiled.
I moved into a 69 position and Marc practically ripped my underwear down to my knees. He engulfed my cock and I began to gently hump his mouth while I bobbed up and down on him. We were almost like a piston, when my mouth would come up on his cock, my hips would force my cock down into his mouth. Marc then added to the pleasure by fingering my asshole while he sucked me. I pulled my mouth off of Marc's cock and continued to enjoy his sucking and fingering while I spread his cheeks and started to lap at his tight little hole.
I was tentative at first, I'd never licked his asshole before, but it really seemed to be turning him on, he sucked my dick harder and fingered me faster. I began to stab my tongue into Marc's hole and was rewarded with a series of low guttural moans that sent shivers through my cock. When I'd eaten Marc's ass as long as I could, I pulled out of his mouth, pulled his legs up over my shoulders and started to fuck him.
"Fuck yeah Matty, fuck me hard," Marc moaned.
I was only too happy to comply as I thrust my hips into my lover. I had Marc's knees pinned to his chest as I came down on his ass with all the force I could muster. His hole was so tight and warm; it felt like heaven to my cock. After all that sucking my cock was ready to burst, I held out as long as I could but soon began to drive my cock deep into Marc as I came.
I pulled out of Marc and collapsed on the bed. When I calmed down and caught my breath, I noticed Marc furiously jerking his cock. After all the pleasure he'd given me, I wasn't about to let him just jerk himself off. I pushed Marc's hand away then straddled over him. I lowered myself onto him and impaled my ass on his stiffy.
"Mmmm, yeah that feels good," Marc moaned.
He slid in easily and I came to rest on his pelvic bone. I began to rock my hips back and forth, fucking myself on his pole. It felt so good having him up my ass. As much as I loved being in Marc, I also loved being fucked, and I was glad I had a lover that could give me both.
Marc grabbed onto my hips and pulled me down on him while he thrust his hips upward, pushing his dick further inside. I was jacking my cock as fast as I could and when Marc shot his load into me, my cock went off for the second time and I coated his chest and tummy with my seed.
We kissed, then started feeding each other the cum from Marc's belly. We licked each other's fingers clean, then kissed each other good night and fell fast asleep.