The next thing I knew, it was morning. Friday. The last day of the week from hell had finally arrived. I had no classes with or reason to see Brad or Matt today. I had one more day to avoid the inevitable. Who would it be? The day passed and so did the weekend without seeing either of them. In fact, I don't think they were at school on Friday. Maybe they couldn't stand me anymore. Matt hated me for loving Brad, Brad hated me for loving Matt. I think I'm just going to move. I need to leave this stupid state and all its stupid people. The problem is that the names, faces, and circumstances would change, but the trouble wouldn't. Sunday night. I was sitting in my room reading Midsummer Night's Dream for class AP English when the phone rang. Reading about love and romance made me feel more like Lady Macbeth- out,out damned spot. I let the machine get it. The recorded sound of my voice filled the room. Then it was followed by Matt's voice.
"This is Matt, I don't know if you're there or not, but I just had to say something. I was wrong. I know you love Brad. As much as it pisses me off, I know that. I should never have come between you. I was just desperate for your attention and what I did was the only way I could think of to get to you." I reached over and picked up the phone.
"Matt, I'm here."
"Oh." He sounded surprised; it was followed by an interminable silence.
"Um, Andrew, I um, well, I guess you heard what I said."
"Yeah. I just don't get why you didn't say anything before."
"I don't know. I was scared I guess. I've never felt this way about anyone before, so I guess I just didn't know what to do."
I just lay silently on the bed. He just sat silently on the phone. Neither had a clue what to say next.
"Brad came over here Thursday night."
"He did."
"Yeah. My mom overheard us talking so she knows about us."
"About me or about Brad?"
"Both. She was asking me about you. She wanted to know if you were a good person, whether or not you loved me. Do you?"
"Yes." He replied without hesitation. That surprised me.
"You do?" I was unconvinced.
"Yeah. Look, I gotta go, some guys from the team are coming over."
"Okay. I'll see you later."
"Bye.
"Bye."
I hung up the phone. I just sat on the edge of the bed staring at the floor. My mind was both whirring and blank at the same time. For the first time in my life, I was seriously considering running away from home. I could gas up my truck and hit I-75, I-85, I-95 or I-20 and leave Georgia in the dust. In a matter of hours I could be in Florida, South Carolina, Tennessee, or Alabama. I could make New York City in 18 hours, Chicago in about 15. I was planning my escape. The only problem was what I would do once I got there. About an hour passed. The phone rang. I let the machine get it. It was Matt. One of his teammates got sick and the others decided to go on home. It sounded suspicious, but I now had an invitation back to Matt's house. I accepted. It was 6:30. I drove up in Matt's driveway about 20 minutes later. The traffic lights on Sugarloaf Parkway were killers. Matt met me at the backdoor and we went into the kitchen.
"Where are your folks?"
"My Dad had a stockholder's meeting in London, so they took a long weekend there. They'll be back tomorrow afternoon."
"What happened to Derek?"
"That was a cover. They weren't coming. I just couldn't bring myself to ask you over. Especially with what happened with Brad."
"What happened with Brad?"
"Spilling his guts within earshot of your mom."
"Oh that." I said, "Did you know that Brad dumped me."
"He did? What'd he do that for?" I couldn't tell if he was hopeful, surprised or exactly what his reaction to the news was.
"He said he knew I loved you and not him."
"Oops." He said chuckling a bit. He looked over at me. I was dead serious. He stopped laughing.
"Do you?" He asked.
"I think so."
"Even after what I've put you through?"
"Amazingly dumb, isn't it?"
"No- if you can even still pretend to love me after that, then it must be the real deal. Right?"
"Hadn't thought of that."
He had been standing on the other side of the island from me. I was sitting on a barstool. He came over and sat on the next stool. He faced me. We stared at the floor between us for a few moments. Then our eyes met. We leaned in towards one another. He moved quickly. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me. Deeply. Passionately. He kissed me like a lover kisses. I could feel the heat of his breath against my face. I could feel his fingers on the back of my neck as he brushed the shorter hairs at the bottom of my haircut. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back.
"What's the matter?"
"It's too soon."
"No. Brad isn't in the picture anymore- right? It's just you and me."
I sat motionless for a moment.
"If you don't feel right, then that's fine, I guess. Just don't go home right now. I want you here, with me."
"Okay, but just for a little while."
I got up and went over to the couch and sat down.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"No."
He rustled around for a second or two before walking to the couch. He sat right next to me so that our legs were touching. I could feel strength pulsating from his body. I was so emotionally drained; I just leaned over and put my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in close. We stared at the black TV screen. I felt his mouth touch the top of my head. I could feel his warm breath on my hair. A few minutes passed as I thought about the fact that I knew Matt, in all his annoying glory, was holding me in his arms. I couldn't hold back any longer. I lifted my head and leaned back the other way. He knew instinctively what to do. 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. His arms let go and I felt the full weight of his body pressing me into the upholstery. It was the most amazing feeling I've ever felt, the weight of your lover. His hands were running through my hair as mine rubbed his back. I started to unbutton his shirt. Once they were all undone, he sat up and pulled it off, then his white cotton undershirt revealing his insanely perfect chest and stomach. Any half horny human being would have blown his load just looking at Matt. I suddenly felt ugly, unworthy, I felt ashamed of my own body.
Then he looked down at me. One look from those deep, sea foam green eyes and any thoughts of my unworthiness vanished without a trace. He kissed my neck, and moved around my face while his fingers slid up underneath my shirt. My white polo 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. Deeply. Passionately. He kissed me like a lover kisses. I felt his cock head against my ass. I felt it slide in, the feel of flesh against flesh sending shock waves up and down my body. Slowly, rhythmically, he pushed in and pulled out, while his tongue invaded my eager mouth. I could feel his chest rubbing against mine. All the anxiety and frustration of the last several days no longer existed and were replaced with speechlessness. Heavy breathing and the wet slurp sound of anal fucking and Matt's short grunts had replaced the sounds of sniffling that had filled my ears recently. The sweet earthy smell of his breath filled my nose and his breathing grew quicker and shallower. I could feel his cock swelling and I knew he was close. He made his little squeeky grunt and I could feel him filling me up- pumping harder than ever. My own cock went and shot my load all over his stomach. 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 and sliding back out of my ass. I just lay on the couch looking past his mussed hair. He was relaxing more every second. I could feel the tension draining from his body. His breathing slowed to an even rhythm- after a few minutes, I realized that he was asleep. Suddenly, he seemed extraordinarily heavy. His muscular body was constricting my ability to breathe. I tried to stir. He put the side of his head on my face. His ear lobe went in my mouth and his hair brushed my forehead.
"Matt."
He moved slightly. He slid his body further up mine. My cum had gone from slick to sticky. He rolled over and off onto the floor. He hit with such force that he bounced. I looked over at him. He was rather comical looking- topless, pants down to his knees, ruffled hair, and a looked of shocked bewilderment on his face. He looked up at me with a confused expression.
"You fell asleep." I informed him. "Was I that boring?"
"No." He said reclining on the floor. He got up, his beautiful, sculpted ass passing right by my face. I couldn't resist. I stuck out my tongue and licked it as he stood. He looked behind himself at me, a mischievous grin passing over his face. He jumped up on the couch and squatted over my head. He rubbed his ass on my nose and mouth while poorly singing, "Sit on my face and tell me that you love me..." by Monty Python. I was laughing too hard to say or do anything. But my cock loved it. He tried to get up but tripped over his pants that were now down to his ankles. He fell face first onto the floor. I seized the opportunity. I got down on the floor over him, grabbed his neck with one hand and guided my cock with the other. He knew what I wanted. He just lay there on the floor. I felt the warmth of his ass as my rock solid cock passed through this ass and touch his cherry. I pushed. My cock, not being overly grandiose slid in without complaint. Slowly, in and out I fucked him. He started to moan softly as I fucked harder and harder. I could see his cock getting bigger, pressing into the carpet. I wondered if that was hurting, but he didn't seem to mind. I could see the moisture of heat rising on his back. I put my mouth to his ear and whispered.
"Fuck yeah, that feels good. Oooh, damn you're good, Matt. Your ass is perfect. Yeah, that feels great. Ahhh." Harder and harder. I could hear the rustle of his body against the carpet fibers. I could hear him mouthing, "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder." So I did. I was close. I pulled out and let it fly all over his ass, legs, back, and even hair. I leaned over his heaving form and licked up every last drop of my jizz. He rolled over and looked up at me. He had the imprint of the carpet all down his body. I straddled his midriff, leaned down and kissed him again, exploring as much of his mouth as my tongue would allow.
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~ hope you liked my story! Comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated.
...Drew.