The next day dawned bright and beautiful, with the blue sky rising out of the redness of the clouds in the distance. Even by Georgia standards, it was a warm day for February, nearly 70 degrees. It was the first day of the rest of my life. For the first time in eons, I looked forward to going to school. I knew that Brad would be there. I felt enormously happy. My mother wanted to know why I was so uncharacteristically cheerful.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, the concern evident on her face.
"I'm great." I'd replied, entirely too exuberant to be believable. Everyone at the table knew something was up.
"What's her name?" my father wanted to know.
I couldn't help but blush. That told them that there was someone. I dared not tell them that the 'her' was actually a 'his.' Whether this meant I was actually gay or not, I would never survive that still intact. I thought our dear father would have a hernia when my older sister had a tiny rose tattooed on her ankle. If he found out about Brad, there would be a murder investigation going on in my wake.
School came and went. As I was walking outside, Matt walked up behind me.
"We need to talk." I was growing very tired of that phrase.
"We don't have one goddamn thing to talk about Matt." I refused to meet his eyes.
"Yes, we do. It's the little issue of compensation for my silence." He whispered.
"What if I say no?"
"You don't have a choice." He sound a bit more menacing this time.
"I don't? Really..." The anger rose in my chest. I cannot believe I ever fantasized about this jackass.
"Imagine the scandal." Matt said, theatrically waving his hands in the air for effect, "Picture it: small southern town. Everyone knows everyone else. All one big happy family. Imagine the heartache and the tears when the people of this fair city find out that the son of their elected police chief is fucking the son of the pastor of First Presbyterian Church. What will all the little old ladies think of dear sweet innocent Brad? Sitting there in church week after week looking all prim and proper. Ha! Imagine the indignation! The ignominy!" he said, trying to sound very literary. He was trying to spoof The Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Either that or Jim Carrey's version of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. "All dressed up in his suit and tie. I can't get the picture of him naked spread out on a table with you fucking as hard as you could." He whispered with a devilish twinkle in his eye.
As we passed a bench, I sat down. He stood in front of me.
"Fine," I began- being careful to keep my voice low, "What do you want? Do you want to watch? Is that it, you pervert? Can't get your own piece of ass, so you come after mine?"
He looked slightly offended. He started sucking his teeth and slowly shaking his head. "No, no, no. For an honor student, you're awfully slow on the uptake." The mocking condescension dripping from his every word. It was all I could do to resist the temptation to rip out his trachea and shove it up his ass.
"I'm not after the scrawny thing you call a 'piece of ass.' No, no, what I want is just one ass in particular. Yours. Not Brad's, not both, just you and me going at it."
"I would rather fuck a llama." I said rather loudly.
"Since that is just sick, I will kindly disregard that last comment."
"Go ahead. What harm would it do for people to find out? This town needs to be shaken up." What did I just say? I'm still not entirely sure.
He looked at me with a deeply patronizing look. Continuing with his extreme condescension, "Need I remind you, kind sir, that your father has been chief of police for a scant three years and has been brought up on excessive use of force charges on several occasions."
That was a low blow. His smirk widened.
"You must clearly have forgotten that my father is the circuit court judge for the 4th circuit federal court in this fair city. I've been feeling a bit reckless lately, I think I just might commit some infamous crime and have you framed for it. Or better yet, that shit head you like to fuck. Can your cock go through plate glass Herr Andrew?"
I was enraged, but stuck- this guy was obviously off his rocker and I didn't want to piss him off more than I already had. If anyone had sense enough and be crazy enough to actually do something like that, it would be Matt. Come to think of it, he was known for being reckless and had nearly gotten a number of people arrested and maimed in the course of his antics. But I was equally determined not to let him rule the day.
I saw Brad coming towards us. The moment he spotted us, he froze dead in his tracks. Matt was gloating over impending victory too much to see me slowly shaking my head at Brad, who turned and went off in another direction.
"So," he resumed abruptly, "What's your answer? Suck my cock or have your life destroyed? The choice is yours."
The sickening thing is that, 72 hours ago, I would have jumped at the chance to suck Matt. Now, I had an attachment to Brad. To do anything with Matt, I would be violating Brad and whatever it was that we had, even though Brad said he would understand if it ever came to that.
"Alright then, let's go. But just this once, right?"
"We'll see," Matt said, noncommittally, "Depends on how good you are."
We got up off the bench.
"My car's busted. You'll be giving me a ride home today," Matt announced.
We walked toward my truck in silence. I was both elated that maybe a fantasy or two might come true, but I was horror struck at how horrid Matt really was. He wasn't the kind, nice guy I thought he was, but was really incredibly vindictive. Apparently, lust can make you overlook glaring character flaws.
We drove through town and arrived at a beautiful, stately mansion on DeWalt Avenue. It certainly beat the split-level hovel I lived in. It looked like it was airlifted from a plantation, two and half stories, white wood, black storm doors, big white columns on the front porch. We drove around back. A woman was pulling weeds out of a flowerbed. We parked as she walked towards us.
"Hey, Mom. This is Andrew, a friend of mine from school. He gave me a ride home."
"Well, that's nice," she said in a very middle-aged woman voice, "Hello, Andrew. I'm Patsy. I'm Matt's mom. It's a pleasure to meet you." She pulled off her dirty gardening gloves and shook my hand.
"It's nice to meet you," I said in a feeble attempt to appear relaxed.
"Yeah, Mom, we're going to go inside for a while."
"Will Andrew be staying for dinner?"
"No, he'll be going in about an hour."
I smiled politely and followed Matt into the back door of his house. We went through the house and up the stairs. Sure enough, we went straight to the bedroom. The curtains were open and I could see Matt's mom down below still working on her flowers and my dark blue truck on the gravel. The room was white and rather girly looking, really. I had expected much more.
"This room doesn't look like you."
"My dad won't let me decorate. It's like living in a fucking museum."
As I looked out the window, Matt walked up behind me. He leaned his head against my arm. I'm sure he would have put it on my shoulder, but he was too short. He wrapped he arms around me and pulled me away from the window.
"Do you know how much I dreamed about this moment?" He asked, trying to catch my eye, but I kept averting it. "I used to lay in bed and jerk off to my mental picture of you."
I recoiled. I felt dirty. "Well, you got me. Your method sucks ass, but you succeeded."
"Yes...I...did." He drew out the words to emphasize his point.
"Don't you think it would be better if I were enjoying this too?"
"Aren't you?" He asked, sounding a little hurt.
My eyes bugged out at him. "Are you kidding? I'm here because you threatened to have either Brad or me thrown in prison for crimes you would have committed. Hell no, I'm not enjoying this. Several days ago, maybe. To be honest, I used to jack off to your mental picture in my head. Then I found out what an asshole you really are. Now I just want to throw up on you." I yelled, pacing around the room.
"It was just a ploy to get you alone. I could never do it otherwise." He whined, flopping down on his bed and staring at the floor.
I paused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I would have asked you a long time ago, but I was afraid."
"Of what?" I snapped back.
"You."
"Me? What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're smart, you're funny, and you are amazingly beautiful, people like being around you. I'm just the spoiled, good-for-nothing rich kid nobody can stand." For just a fleeting moment, I thought he might cry. I folded my arms and stared in total disbelief.
He continued, "If I knew you felt anything for me, I would have asked you a long time ago, but I thought you'd think I was a fag or something. I just wanted you. I wanted to be with you, to hold you and to be held by you. That's all."
The guy I'd fantasized about for years was sitting on his bed baring his little soul to me yet my usual dispassionate self was filled only with revulsion. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The nerve- he must be insane.
"But I blew it."
"You can sure as shit say that again. I can't believe this. This is just too much. You. You!" I sputtered, "What the...why did...ugh...gaherisgn."
I looked over my shoulder at him. He looked all sad and rather penitent sitting there. There were tears streaming down his face. He sniffled loudly.
"Well, now that's attractive," I said sarcastically, and turned my back toward him.
"I just..." but he couldn't finish. His throat was filling with phlegm and choked out the words. So, he just sat there, silently staring at the floor. If I hadn't been so filled with disgust, I might have felt sorry for him. Was this just an act, like the tough guy routine he'd pulled earlier? Was he really crying or just playing the sympathy card? With a cop father and a parole officer mother, sympathy was not a concept I was taught as a child.
I just stood there, in his room staring in complete bewilderment. He just sat there. His cheeks were turning red from the embarrassment of losing control. That was the part that got to me. He was embarrassed to be crying in front of me. That meant he was serious. I turned to face him. For a baseball player, he was a bit of a pansy, but I thought, what the heck? I already had forgiveness in advance from Brad for this little indiscretion, so why not take full advantage of it?
I said to myself, 'Do I trust him? No way in hell do I trust him? Do I go through with it? He's got as much to lose if this gets out as I do, so maybe he'll keep his mouth shut. So, this'll be fun- right?'
I turned to face him. He looked up at me. I smiled. He wiped his nose on his shirtsleeve. I walked over to him and opened my arms. Slowly, he slid off the bed and we embraced. I could feel the warmth of his body pressing against mine. I put my chin on the top of his head as he settled into my shoulder. We stood there like that for a few moments. He looked up at me, his face had calmed down a lot, there was less puffiness and his cheeks had returned to a semi-normal shade. I looked at him. I stared at the bridge of his nose so that it looked like I was gazing into his eyes without actually having to do it. I'm sure he was gazing as deeply into mine as he could get. His head tilted sideways as he kissed my neck. I felt the warm wind of his breath blowing over my skin. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. The roughness of his lips passing over the tiny hairs of my neck sent shockwaves down my back. His strong bat swinging hands glided gently against my chest rubbing the edges of my body, passing over the nipples, and back down the sides again. I reached out and touched the sides of his face as it moved around my body. My fingers passed over his ears and proceeded through the sandy blondness of his close cut hair. His hands met behind my back as he pulled me in closer. His perfectly neat hair was becoming increasingly ruffled as I moved my hands through it. Without warning, his face rose to meet mine and we kissed deeply. All my fantasies were coming true. He fell back onto the bed and I straddled his midriff. Reaching down, I started to undo the buttons of his shirt; one by one I proceeded slowly down. His smooth muscular chest was heaving with every breath. When I finished, I pulled back the edges of the shirt to reveal the perfect chest. I leaned down and kissed his neck. Sliding down, I sucked a nipple while rubbing the edges of his stomach. He did not have washboard abs, but it was still very trim with the slightest bit of hair right at the navel. His skin was oddly cold. Brad had been warmer. I could feel Matt's cock pressing into me through our pants. I leaned forward and kissed him, putting my hands on either side of his shoulders and lifting my ass off his dick just an inch. I sat back and started unzipping my pants. I pulled out my own pulsating cock. I slid up his torso and he opened his mouth. Grabbing onto the headboard of his bed, I started to move my cock in and out of his hot, wet mouth. I couldn't help but let a little moan out as I fucked his face. With the exception of an unbuttoned shirt and unzipped pants, we were both fully clothed. To me, that adds to the eroticism. I could feel my cock swelling as I started to fuck faster.
"Don't swallow!" I said. I was close. Closer. Like a hurricane welling up in my gut, I felt it coming, rising from within me. Then is blasted forth into his mouth. The feeling was so intense it was like my body couldn't decide whether it should explode or rip in half. My legs burned with exhaustion. He didn't swallow. I leaned in and kissed him, transferring all my juice into my mouth. I rolled over next to him, unbuttoned my pants and slide them down just enough. I took some of the jizz into my hand and lubed up my ass. I swallowed the rest. He had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I mounted his throbbing cock and guided it slowly toward my asshole. Slowly, I eased myself onto it, letting it press up against the sphincter and then pass right on by it. It amazed me how this position looks so easy in porn, but is actually exhausting for your legs. Very slowly, I started pumping up and down. He lifted and lowered his body to my rhythm. It hurt a little bit as I felt his skin sliding against mine and his dick poking my insides. Matt's dick was noticeably larger than Brad's. His arms went down onto the bed and his fingers started to clench the sheets. His mouth opened as he started gasping for air as the intensity of the moment increased, his lips pulled back showing his perfecly straight, white teeth. I felt the cold metal of his zipper poking my ass on every down stroke. He leaned his head back at a sharp angle, his Adam's apple bulging. The only sound he could make was a short squeaking sound. I could feel his body sliding against the bed as his body tensed up. I felt this warm wetness filling me up. My own cock blew its load without even being touched. A fresh load of my own cum flew out. The first blast made it all the way to his eyebrow, the rest to his collar and chest.. As the orgasm subsided, he looked down at me sitting on him. I was panting and gasping for air. I rolled off of him and laid face down on the bed and just remained perfectly still, my head turned so that I could see him. After a few minutes, he stirred.
He sat up and looked over at me. He got on his knees and came over towards my body. He leaned down and I felt his breath on my ass; I felt his nose brush against the skin. His hands gently lay upon my flesh, separating the two mounds of my ass. His face slowly descended into it. I could feel his tongue moving along the interior of the crevice. I could feel his tongue lapping up his cum that was leaking out of my stretched asshole. I just laid there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of the wetness of his tongue, the brush of his lips, and the heat of his breath all concentrated on my ass. My erection was growing again and I felt my dick being pressed into the mattress, so I arched my back just slightly to relieve the pressure. His hands moved up the smooth flesh of my back beneath the cotton fabric and came to rest on my shoulder blades, pushing my shirttail up to my neck. I heard the rustling sound of his leg moving to my other side and I felt pressure on my back. He was sitting on my back, supporting himself with his knees. He had his back to me and was massaging my ass with both hands. I could see the shadow line where his body and mine joined. It looked as if his back rose out of my own. I could feel him shifting his weight back and forth. I wanted to move, to explore his body but I was trapped beneath him. He moved. He laid himself down on me, the full weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. I could barely breath but the sensation was phenomenal. I had my head turned so I saw his face come towards mine. I could feel his rock hard dick pressing against my hole. His collar was rubbing against my shoulder and it tickled.
"How do you like me now?" He breathed into my ear, his cock finding my asshole again. This kid was a machine...
I couldn't even respond. I just laid there with a huge grin spreading across my face. I could feel the slender piece of flesh passing in and out of the slabs that were my ass cheeks. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he picked up speed and power.
"uh,uh,uh,uh" were the only grunting sounds I could hear, and the rustle of the bed. The bedsprings were mercifully quiet, although the bed did bump the wall occasionally, but the bed was against as exterior wall, so it didn't matter. All I could see of him was his hand on the pillow by my head. I felt that warm sensation as his cum filled me brim full, yet again. He laid back down on me full force, his dick still inserted in me. Slowly, it started to go soft again, and I felt it receding. I could hear the roar of his breath as it passed over my ear. I stirred, he got up and stood by the bed. I rolled over and looked at him. He looked comically askew. His usually well groomed hair was sticking up in all directions, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging off one shoulder, his pants open and held up only by his black leather belt. I felt the same way, hair a mess, shirt pushed up to my neck, pants pulled down just below my ass. I sat up on the edge of the bed and admired his pink, semi-erect cock hanging through the opening of his black silk boxers. He came back over to me and we kissed deeply and I leaned back again. We rolled over so that I was on top. I bent down and took a long deep breath from the brown fabric covering his beautifully sculpted ass. I smelled the mustiness of a teenage butt. I licked the cloth and felt the dryness entering my mouth. My first attempt at rimming had been lackluster, maybe it deserved another try.
My hands slid under him and unbuckled his belt, he lifted up just enough that I could do that. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down just far enough to expose what I needed. It was both gross and alluring. I know this is supposed to be erotic, but all I could think was, "This is what shit comes out of- I'm not putting my face in it." So, I contented myself to the exterior. Maybe I'll try again later.