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LETS MAKE MATT 04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Near silence was broken as Salvador tried doing a `pushup' from the table, Ferguson's ball torture keeping the area below the waist sensitive to even a tiny bit of movement.
"We better get the cuffs on him!" Jake grew alarmed, tossing Matt aside.
"Are you okay?" Peter said, squatting down at Matt's side.
Rolling over, Matt winced as the forest floor gave abrasive action to his back. Still, he kept his mind attuned to Peter, hovering over him like an angel sent from above. "Why didn't you try to contact me, Peter?"
"I was mixed up, confused, I didn't know what to do. If it wasn't for Stewart I don't know..."
"Stewart? I didn't know you knew Stewart," Matt reacted with surprise.
"He didn't tell you?" Peter questioned him.
"Stew and I met up not more than a month ago. He didn't say he even knew you. In fact, way back in college he never mentioned your name."
"Because I asked him not to."
They were interrupted by groans of pain, as Ferguson released the tension on Salvador's ball-stretcher, him making comment, "Have it your way, but right after you `relieve' yourself his balls get tied up again."
What the two, Peter and Matt, didn't know is Jake evened out their bet over the fight, Peter's uncle allowing Jake to fuck Salvador.
"Now that's gonna really hurt," Matt says as he turns his head towards the picnic table.
"What is?" Peter asks.
Matt tells from his knowledge, "Like Sal has never been fucked?"
"Never been fucked? You're kidding me right?"
Confusion filled Matt.
"Salvador and I used to do frat parties all the time. He didn't tell you?"
Sitting up, more alert, Matt says, "No. It can't be. That's not what Sal told me. He said he used to send `you' off to parties to be used as a boytoy. He never said he went along."
Peter digs deeper, "Salvator ever tell you he went to boarding school?"
"Yeah. Said he fucked half the dormitory." Now he had doubts as Peter shook his head. "He didn't fuck half the dormitory?" Matt questioned.
"Not even half. More like half the dormitory fucked him!"
Matt again lay back, this time not feeling the prickly underbrush at his back. He did a quick crunch upon hearing Sal sigh in pain. At least it was what he thought. His pangs of pain turned to pleasure as Jake slowly moved his fucking tool in and out of Sal's ass canal. He was drawn into pain again as Ferguson grabbed him by the arms and dragged him upwards til his head hung over the edge. Before inserting his cock into Sal's mouth, he warned of biting, saying he would do more than roast Sal's balls.
"I can't believe it!" Matt now was astonished, kneeling on one knee. "He's like... loving it!"
True to Matt's words, as the two got into sync, moving in a rhythm, Salvador did likewise, trying to bury as much cock in his ass, same time working Peter's uncle's cock.
"I can't believe it!"
"You said that," Peter replied, lightening up a bit.
"Sal is like swallowing the whole thing. I.. can like see it moving down his throat!"
"Yeah," Peter replied, "Chris Kristofarou taught him how to do that!"
It astounded Matt to no end. First he told Peter about Sal disavowing any knowledge of Chris being gay and now stating what Peter already knew.
"Matt?"
"Huh?" Matt asked, still watching the push'n'pull action, Sal sandwiched inbetween two cocks, working throat and ass.
"Matt, look at me."
"What?" he said more in his natural voice, this time looking at Peter.
"I know I don't deserve this, but do you think we can have another go at it?"
It was a lot for Matt to digest. Here, the guy he learned to love ditched him, then dropped out of campus life before graduation, only to resurface at a trying time of his life. "I... I don't know Peter. I'm kind of confused by all this... what with Sal and..." It then occured to Matt, "Is your uncle going to `allow' me to go? Doesn't he have his mind set on roasting my balls too? Hell, I don't even want to think about it!"
Peter chanced placing his hand on Matt's shoulder, letting it drop down his back. Calming with touch and words, he said, "My uncle isn't going to roast `anybodys' balls."
"But he said... he had the lighted stick right there, ready to burn Sal's balls... he..."
Matt's back, for the third time, bit into the ground foliage, as Peter bowled him over. After a minute of mouth to mouth conduct, Peter lifted his head. "Nothing's going to happen to you Matt. Trust me."
At this moment, Matt did trust Peter's word. Pending, was Sal in the balance between hurt and harm. "What about Sal?"
Separating, Peter's shirt lifted from Matt's barechest, he reported, "They were never going to do anything but a little stretching on his balls or whatever they could get away with. After all, this is not the first time the three of them have partied together."
It first shocked Matt, then wittled away the thought to actually not knowing as much about Sal. "I know I'm going to contradict myself, but in a way I'm surprised and another way not at all surprised."
"I know you've had enough surprises for one night, but can you stand one more, Matt?"
"What tha?" he said, looking over Peter's head, seeing a familiar face attached to the bod standing there. "Stew? What are you doing here?"
He shifted his gaze back on Peter, when Peter says, "Probably the last part of the puzzle you don't know. I've been spending the last few years in New York with Stew."
"With Stew?" Matt exclaimed. "But you never said..." he said to Stew.
"Sorry for the delusion," Stew replied, "but we had our reasons."
As with the other two, Stew looks up when Jake makes a loud outcry. Thrusting forward as hard as he can he unloads his balls into Salvador's ass.
Using Peter's shoulder as he rises up, Stew tells, "Excuse me guys. My turn!"
"His turn?" Matt this time belches out in surprise. "But..."
Peter smiles, saying, "Salvador's ass has tasted Stew's cock almost since the night we arrived at Alstadt."
"But Sal said... it was the other way around. Stew never said..."
"Remember how you were telling me that every time Stew and Salvador helped you out with finances with something like the cuddle up party and you claimed there was more money gathered than due?"
"Yeah?" Matt asked back, knowing more was to follow.
"Same night Salvador sold' his ass to any guy paying his premium of $100.00 to take their chance'."
As the two got up, dusted themselves off, Matt inquires, "Why didn't he tell me the truth? Why did Sal put on such a dominant attitude when all along his behavior was the opposite?"
"Love?" Peter guessed.
"Love? He was ready to turn my ass over to Jake and your uncle. You call that love?"
Peter giggled.
"What?"
"You put up a good fight, Matt... made it seem realistic."
"What are you talking about... putting up a good fight?"
"It was all part of the scene, you and Salvador the actors, Jake and my uncle as the audience. Did you know Salvador `wrote' the script himself?"
"Come again?" Matt asked in the old-fashioned way.
As they watched Stew fucking away at Sal's ass, Peter's uncle let loose his load down Sal's throat. As soon as the cop pulled out, Jake took his place, his balls churning up a new load.
"It's one of Salvador's fantasies he hoped to play one day. From what you experienced you probably thought Salvador was in agony with the leather strap lashing him furiously by my uncle?"
"Never mind. I don't want to know. I've had it about up to here for one night," He measured from his feet to his hand at his forehead.
Taking Matt's hand in his, Peter suggests, "Why don't we go to my place tonight?"
"You're place? That's like on the other side of the planet!" He thought of New York City.
"No," Peter realizes Matt's thoughts. "Stew and I rented an off season ski chalet. Got it at bargain price."
"I suppose then," Matt sides with Peter.
"Oh. One more thing."
Taking Matt's hand, Peter leads him over to the picnic table where Sal is getting his fill of cum.
As soon as he notices, Peter's uncle losses interest fast in the other two working Salvador over, his interest turned towards Matt.
Acting evasive, Matt backs off.
"Nah, you don't have anything to fear," his uncle replies to the backing away. Taking Matt's hand, placing it in his own, he cheerfully says, "Sorry I had to work your gut over. I kind of got a little too carried away. Tends to happen when ya get into an intense roleplay."
"I'll say," Matt replies, rubbing his hairy stomach with his hand.
"So, I take it you two are a couple again?"
Matt wondered what bad luck the answer `no' would bring him so resorted to, "Yeah. We're going to try to work on it."
Clasping hands, his uncle asks, "Say, either of you got a need to empty your balls? You can pick either end?"
"Um, no thanks," Matt replies.
Peter says with a smile, "He's saving up for maybe later?"
Matt puts it, "After tonight anything could happen!"
Peter's uncle wishes them both a good evening, cordial as if at a tea party.
"Oh, wait a minute there," he calls out to the two. "Almost forgot. Salvador wanted you to have this Matt."
"What's this?" he takes the wad of bills in his hand.
"I don't think you want to know too many details but after we're done here, we're taking your friend back to Jake's place. We're having a private party, with Salvador as the `main dish'."
They begin to leave. Peter's uncle, stroking his meat up to replace Stew, who rotates to Salvador's head after loading up his ass, informs them, "Don't expect Stew home tonight. He'll be hanging with us."
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Things changed radically for the lot of them. Matt wound up going back to New York City with Stew and Peter. As soon as Matt stepped foot into the modeling agency Stewart worked for, his life changed forever, the boss claiming Matt would be giving Tyler Lough competition without a doubt. An upfront salary advance of twenty-five thousand dollars was enough to make him change his mind about going back to the sticks. At least he figured he had the deli to fall back on if things turned sour.
It was Peter who came up with the brilliant idea, phoning his uncle, giving him an idea of means to keep Salvador chained' to the area. During the week he maintains the deli. On weekends Salvador hires himself out, Peter's uncle as his business manager', attending leather parties. Jake always makes sure he's on the guest list!
Stewart remains free to roam, occasionally getting together with Peter and Matt. They find themselves ever grateful to him for bringing them back together. After dinner at their pricey apartment, the three head for the bedroom, Matt and Peter showing their appreciation. Sometimes Stew brings a dinner guest!
Officer Ferguson is planning a special party for Salvador this weekend, the guest of honor being Mr. Mackie. You remember him? The bigot who got on Salvador's nerves the first time they met? Unknown to Ferguson, Mackie and Salvador have become old `friends', Mackie doing him everytime he drops into the store. Mackie, a retired construction worker, will often bring some his buds over to the store after hours and have a gay ole time!
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And they lived happily ever after...
Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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