Brad

"I think I need to go home." I said flatly.

"Sure."

He drove me straight home. We'd been gone less than an hour. I went inside, straight upstairs to my room. My mother had been on the deck and heard me come in. She could sense in my footsteps that there was trouble in paradise. I ran into my room and flung myself onto the bed. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. I could hear Matt driving away. I felt horrifically guilty. Matt meant what he said, I knew that now, but it was too late. I had blown it big time- again. I had hurt him too. The list of people I was hurting was growing entirely too fast. There was a knock on my door.

"Come in." I knew it was my mother.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She knew better.

"I take it it didn't go too well with Matt."

"I fucked up big time."

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

"Matt tried to tell me something and I just shut him down."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

She turned and left without another word. I heard her footsteps on the deck below my window. I heard voices. There were some of the neighborhood kids playing in the pool. I wanted desperately to fast forward my life. I wanted to see how all this would work out, that would make going through it a lot easier. I gave Matt enough time to get home, and then I called him.

"Matt, this is Drew."

"I know."

"Look man, I'm sorry about what I said, this whole thing just sucks. I know you meant what you said."

"So?"

"So, I want to apologize, I guess."

"For what? You don't trust me, you don't like me, and you think I'm a spoiled brat whose used to getting his own way. I know. Brad told me. I just wanted to change your mind."

"You talked to Brad?"

"Yeah, he called me yesterday afternoon."

"What did he say?"

"He told me what you really think of me."

I couldn't think of anything to say. I'd never told Brad what I really thought of Matt. It wasn't any of Brad's business what I thought of Matt. I made my decision.

"Matt."

"What?"

"It isn't true."

"What isn't?"

"What you said to me at JoAnne's...I feel that way about you too."

He was silent. This was an enormous gamble, but I took it. What if my original suspicion was right and I'd just fallen for it? What if it was the other way around? What if Brad was after me to keep Matt from getting what he wanted? Why am I such a hot commodity all of a sudden? If we can't just have sex and nothing else, then why can't we go back to the way things were? Matt still hadn't responded.

"Matt? Are you still there."

"Yeah. Come over here."

"I'll be there in a minute"

I ran out of the house, my dad was walking through the den on his way to the kitchen when I almost knocked him over. I was out the door before he could say anything. When I got to Matt's house, I drove around back and parked where I usually did. His parents weren't home.

"He met me at the back door. We went inside. There was someone sitting on the couch. He had short black hair. When he heard us come in, he turned around. Brad. What the hell?

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"We need to talk."

Matt pushed the coffee table out of the way, pulled an armchair around to face the couch and motioned for me to sit in it. He sat next to Brad on the couch. This looked like a warped version of the climactic scene of "Chasing Amy."

Matt started, "Brad called me on my cell phone and I stopped by and picked him up. When you called, I decided to get this whole crappy mess straightened out. So, Andrew, who will it be? Brad or me?"

My mouth went completely dry and I couldn't make a sound. They both looked at me, hoping that I would pick him.

"I can't. You're asking me to pick between you...I can't do that."

"Sure you can," Brad assured.

"No, Brad, I can't. You mean too much to me, I don't want to hurt either of you."

"This hurts a hell of a lot worse." Matt said.

"I know."

"Try making a list of pro's and con's. What are your favorite and least favorite things about us?"

I looked at Brad like he must be crazy. On the exterior, Matt was the obvious choice. By strictly material standards, Matt was gorgeous, rich, sweet, and best of all: crazy about me. But, Brad...I don't know. The only one that could ever please me was the son of a preacher man, right? I looked at each of them, pleading with them not to make me do this. Decisions were never something I was good with, especially when it really mattered.

"I can't." I said finally. I got up and walked toward the door.

"Who fucks better?" Brad asked, as I opened the door to leave.

Matt gave him a dirty look, but Brad just shrugged.

"Why don't you fuck each other?" I asked and walked out. I was half way across the gravel when Matt's voice called out from behind me.

"Andrew, wait!" I kept walking. "Andrew, please." I stopped. I could hear a sense of pleading desperation in his voice. I turned around. Matt leaped into my arms and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me so tight that I could barely breath- he was strong. Brad stood on the steps watching. I returned the kiss as passionately as I could at the moment. When he stopped I lowered him back to the ground.

"I shouldn't have done that." Matt said

"Yes, you should have."

"Brad." He looked up at me hopefully.

"You're a good friend, thank you for some great times. See you on Monday."

Even Matt was shocked with the coldness of that.

"Matt. See you later." I turned and walked away. I left them standing side by side, looks of anger on their faces. I'd royally screwed up. I had been right all along; I didn't deserve either of them. I drove down the street and waited a few minutes. I snuck back to his house on foot. The backdoor was unlocked, so I crept in. Matt's car was still outside, so I knew he hadn't left to take Brad home yet. I looked around for them. I heard sounds coming from upstairs. I slowly, silently went up the stairs. The door to Matt's room was open. Boy did I get an eye full.

There was the two of them on Matt's bed. Both were stark naked. Brad was on top, face fucking Matt as hard as he could. I could see the muscles of Brad's ass moving with each stroke. Matt's cock was hard as a rock and needed some attention. It was leaking pre-cum. I stood in the open doorway watching the hottest scene in history. Both were enjoying this moment. I backed out the door and hid myself as Brad moved off Matt's face.

When I looked back around, they were 69'ing. Brad's head was bobbing up and down on the mountainous shaft of Matt's cock, his hands rubbing up and down his thigh muscles. My own cock stood at full mast in my jeans as I watched the two hot, horny teens sucking. I couldn't resist. I walked over to the bed, wet my finger and shoved it up Brad's ass as it moved over Matt's body. Brad looked up.

"Go away." He said.

I pretended not to hear.

"You had your chance- now fuck off."

Matt stopped; Brad's legs were in his line of sight, so he didn't know what was going on. He craned his neck to see around Brad's thigh. He saw me and pushed Brad off him. He got up. I turned and left.

"Wait!" he yelled. "Wait. It's not what you think."

He got up off the bed and trotted after me, his still erect cock bouncing wildly glistening with Brad's saliva. I got to the top of the stairs when he grabbed my arm.

"Please, don't go!"

I yanked my arm out of his grasp and ran down the stairs. He followed. He got to the door and was still calling after me. I disappeared down the driveway. I was still going pretty fast to get away. By the time I got home, there were four messages on my cell phone voicemail from Matt. He tried to explain that he didn't think I cared so he decided that Brad needed some attention. But that he still loved me. He didn't love Brad- that was just sex. He wanted me to come back. I didn't want either of them. I was so disgusted with the whole thing I just wanted to vomit.

A few days passed and I didn't speak to either of them. Matt had tried to talk, but I just brushed by him. Brad hadn't even attempted to talk to me and that suited me just fine. After a few days, my initial disgust subsided and I decided that I would stick with Matt. Matt was a serious person who would never have kneeled before me in a public place unless he truly meant it. Maybe Brad and he had been a desperate moment of weakness. Apparently Matt had those moments from time to time.

Wednesday afternoon, when Matt came out to his car to go home, I was waiting for him. He looked keenly at me.

"Matt, we need to talk." I said. "I'm an idiot. I know you meant what you said to me and I know I didn't respond like I was supposed to. I don't know what else to say except that I'm sorry and that I love you and that I want to be with you and that...well." He didn't smile. He just unlocked his door and got in. I tapped on the window. He drove away. Well, that didn't go very well. I must have really hurt him. Once I got home, I was out back in the pool; I wasn't in the mood to swim, so I was just sitting on a float, drifting around. My mother appeared at the sliding glass door.

"Drew, honey, there's someone here to see you."

"Who is it?"

No response. I looked over to the door. Instead of my mother was Matt. He was dressed very well, even more gel in his hair than usual. He'd obviously gone out of his way to look hotter than ever. I just laid there, my wet body glistening in the late afternoon sun. We just looked at each other for a while. He came over and sat cross legged at the edge of the pool. Neither of us said anything. We didn't need to. We just sat there looking at one another for a rather long time.

"Let me get dressed." I got out of the pool and went upstairs. When I came back down, Matt was in the kitchen with my mother.

They hadn't seen me yet, so I remained hidden. My sister was upstairs in her room and my dad wasn't home yet.

"Mrs. Gerrish, how long have you known about me and Andrew?"

"This guy named Brad came by one night and I overheard them talking. Your named was mentioned. Drew and I talked about it a little afterwards. Other than that, I don't know anything."

"Okay."

She was cooking dinner and Matt was standing behind her.

"Matthew, do you love my son?"

"Yes. I do. More than anything."

"I love him too...I just don't want to see him get hurt. I know he will. I don't want it to be you that does it, that's all."

"We've already done that. Drew and I have crushed each other a couple of times but we're still alive."

I could hear her smile. "I'm sure you have."

"Mrs. Gerrish...what do you think of me?"

"You seem like a nice person. I hope you'll join us for dinner."

"That would be nice."

"Good."

I walked in. They both took a step further away from each other.

"Matt will be staying for dinner." Mom announced.

"Good." I said. I was a bit nervous about him meeting my father, but he needn't know that Matt was anything but a friend from school.

"I should call your parents and tell them you're here."

"They're not home."

"Where are they?"

"They're semi-retired, so they travel a lot. I think they're in LA this week."

"So you have your house to yourself?"

"Most of the time."

"Well, if you ever get lonely, there's always room here." My mother offered.

My mother just invited my lover to stay with us. Wow! Who'd have thought that day would ever come.

"Really?"

"We have a guest room that would be perfect for you." She said with a smirk.

"That'd would be nice sometime."

My dad drove in the driveway and parked under the carport. We listened as he came in. Once he was there, the proper introductions were made. He seemed to be in a decent mood tonight- that was definitely a good thing. My sister was summoned and she came clunking down the stairs. She was properly introduced to Matt. At, 14, my sister's pretty perceptive, but I doubt she thought anything was out of the ordinary with his relationship to me. Nonetheless, we made a point of just being friends around the dinner table. Conversation was light, not much but the usual banter and what we did today and so on. I could tell that Matt was accustomed to eating alone.

After dinner, my dad decided that we should play a board game. He did that occasionally. Often when a new friend came over- that gave him a chance to see his/her personality- he had been an FBI profiler before he retired and decided to run for public office. Now do you see why I was worried about him meeting Matt? It wasn't that he's mean or overbearing or suspicious of my every move- although he can be. It's because the man is brilliant to the point of being scary when it comes to figuring people out. I was afraid he'd spot Matt and me instantly- after all, never underestimate the power of denial.

The encouraging thing is that he had to like the friend before he would bother to find out more about him. I objected but was overruled. Dad knew that I didn't want to subject Matt to a night of Gerrish family board games. We played his favorite: the original version of Trivial Pursuit in the solid light blue box. I still don't know if they ate the last remaining camel in Arizona and as long as it isn't my camel, I couldn't conceivably care less. The game went well enough. Afterwards, Matt excused himself and went home around 9:00.

"What did you think of Matt, Dad?"

He stared thoughtfully at the wall for a moment.

"Typical adolescent, I think. Unsure of himself, shy around guys, cocky around girls. Not one to judge, but he may be gay."

"Matt's gay?" my sister Melissa asked.

"Could be. He does a pretty good job of covering it."

"If he is?" I asked.

My Dad astounded me when he just shrugged and picked up the newspaper. "It's a mad, mad world, son. They're folks of all kinds out there."

"Gay people don't bother you?"

"Not really. Heterosexuals cause a hell of a lot more trouble. I've never arrested a single outwardly gay person." He sounded somewhat proud of that lack of achievement.

"What about hate crimes?" Melissa asked.

My father just looked at her. "Hate crimes are perpetrated on homosexuals, not by them honey."

I was stunned. My mom looked around the corner, she too was surprised by his answer.

"And," he continued, "I think you and he are together." He studied my reaction, "Tonight's meeting didn't just happen. You wanted me to meet your lover as a regular guy, right?"

My jaw hit the floor. I didn't know what to say.

"What makes you think that?" I managed to stammer.

"Andrew, I know you think I'm not around much or that I don't pay much attention to you, but I do. Guys come over here crying in the middle of the night, sneaking out of the house to `meet about a project,' guys calling on the phone pretending to be other guys. I might be an old fart, but I'm not stupid."

"If it were true, how would you feel about it?"

"I don't like it." He sounded tense.

"And?"

"And...I still don't like it. But, it's your life- you have to suffer the consequences."

"But so will you."

"If the guys at the station give me crap about it, I'll fire their lazy asses," he raised his voice. That was my dad. "But, there are a few rules."

"What's that?"

"Just like if you were dating anyone else...no alcohol, if you insist on having sex at least be safe about it, don't stay out too late on school nights, let us know where you're going, and so forth. You're 17, there's not a damn thing I can do to stop you."

I almost peed on myself I was so excited and relieved at that reaction. That was the last reaction I'd expected. I'd expected to be upstairs packing for the homeless shelter right now.

"Are you really sure your not mad?"

"I was pissed as hell at first. I almost kicked you out of the house the night Brad came over here. I didn't overhear what you two said, but I did come in to see what was going on and overheard you and your mother talking. But, I thought about it and decided not to. You'll be moving out in a few months anyway."

I was ecstatic. After a few minutes, I calmed down enough to call Matt and give him the good news.

Sunday afternoon, I went over to Matt's house. He met me at the door. We sat on the couch watching TV.

"What's on?" I asked.

"Nothing much. Just junk."

"Really? I know what I want to be on."

"What's that?"

"You."

We both laughed at my pitiful pick-up line.

"All right, then, buster. You just hold on to your ass, daddy's a comin'."

He moved over and positioned himself over me. He leaned down with his mouth and kissed me again. I could feel his tongue moving around in my mouth, rubbing up against my teeth. I reached around his shoulders and pulled him in tightly. I never wanted to let him go. I wrapped my legs around his. He kissed my neck, and moved around my face while his fingers slid up underneath my shirt. My shirt came up over my head as I lifted my arms into the air. He looked back down at me. His lips went to my nipple has he sucked one at a time.

He brushed the stubble of his cheek against them. The sensation of his facial hair against my hard tit was unbelievable. One of my hands was on his back, the other in his hair. His lips moved down my body as I felt the moisture of his mouth dotting my torso and stomach. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He sat back and returned my stare. I have never seen anything so beautiful before or since.

I put my hands behind my head and cleared my throat. His face descended toward me again. He brushed his nose over the denim of my jeans; my cock was beyond ready. He put my legs over his shoulders and his tongue in my open pants. I could feel his breath blowing across my pubic hair, the feeling of his lips brushing the edges of my cock. I felt the warm wetness and I knew that my cock was in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip while his head bobbed up and down.

He stopped, undid his own pants. He leaned forward and kissed me. The sweet earthy smell of his breath filled my nose. He leaned back against the other arm and I got between his legs and sucked slowly. I sat up and beat my own cock right in front of him. My own cock went and shot my load all over his stomach and chest. He slid up against me and smeared my cum all over both of us. His arms let go and his whole weight pressed onto me. I could feel his whole body gasping for air and his stomach and chest expanded. His head rested next to mine and I could feel his ears brushing mine. I could feel his cock deflating against my inner thigh. I just lay on the couch looking past his mussed hair. I just laid there gasping for breath. He got up, zipped up his pants and walked toward the kitchen.

"I'm hungry. You?"

I had been so wrapped up in the moment, I hadn't noticed that I was starving. I looked up over the back of the couch and watched him.

"Drew? You alive?"

"Yeah." I said dreamily laying back on the couch and reliving the moment in my mind. "I'm hungry too."

I could hear him open the refrigerator and start pulling things out.

"What are you doing?"

"Fixing dinner."

"You cook?"

"Yeah. I cook most of the food in this house."

"Your Mom doesn't cook?"

"I love my Mom, but she can't make cereal without burning down the house."

We both laughed.

"What are we having?"

"Depends on what my love wants."

"I'm kind'a full of you right now." I said. He shot me a coy look and resumed searching the fridge.

We eventually ended up grilling T-bones on the back porch. We talked for a while. Matt is a huge Civil War guru. So, he told me about different battles, Sherman's burning of Atlanta on his march to the sea. He told me about how the Union Army marched just north of here on its way to Vicksburg in Mississippi. I don't know much about history, but just seeing him get excited about it made me want to pay more attention in American History class. We just sat out on the back porch and talked as the sun went down.

I called home and told them that I was eating with Matt and that he was an exceptionally good chef. I just stared in amazement at him, sitting in the little white rocking chair, just slowly rocking back and forth and looking out over the expansive back yard. He lived right on the edge of a developed area and the house and land behind it had been part of a plantation years ago. There were still several old buildings there. I asked what they were for. He took me on a tour. When we got back up to the house, we sat on the swing. Oh my God that was a beautiful scene- just the two of us laughing and joking sitting on a swing on the back porch of a 140 year old plantation home.

"My folks'll be home in a few minutes." Matt said.

I looked over at him. Neither of us wanted me to go home, but I didn't object. I felt stupidly girly when I got home and found my yearbook from last year and just sat staring at his picture. He looked hot then and he looked even better now. Matt McConnelly is like a fine wine: he just keeps getting better.

Hopefully, you're still enjoying the story. Just so you know, this is my first story ever...so constructive criticism is always appreciated.

~Drew.