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Chapter 5 - Home, part 2
The next morning I woke early, and I was glad I did. Both of us were still nude, still on top of our sleeping bags. I woke him up and suggested that we may wish to climb in our bags, in case my dad came in. Matt sleepily did so, and I crawled into mine at the same time. As I laid there, thinking about what we'd done since that night in the dorm room, I heard the soft snoring sounds, which I knew to be Matt's. I tried to return to sleep, but found myself thinking too much about that night before, the few days in the cabin, and the night in our dorm room. I don't know how long it was before I checked the big clock my dad had on the wall near his drawing table, but it was now 7 AM. I knew my mom would be awake, possibly my dad as well. And it was also possible that he might walk in here soon, but I wasn't sure. I knew he had an art job, so he might think he could slip in and do his work quietly and not wake us up. I reached to the floor and found my briefs, and pulling them into my bag, I slipped them on. I crawled out of the bag, and found Matt's shorts, and gently slipped them into his sleeping bag so he could find them easily. I found my shorts and pulled them up, and then took a look at the sleeping Matt. I felt an urge to kiss him, but his face was turned in a way that I couldn't. But his cheek was exposed, so I bent down and kissed his cheek. I then left the studio, crossing the patio to the living room.
Mom was up, and in her chair in the living room (which she sat in to do her morning devotions). Dad was up too, making his coffee. Mom asked if I wanted breakfast, and I told her that if we could wait for Matt, that'd be better. She agreed, more open to waiting this time. But she did go fix breakfast for her and my dad. Dad asked about going into the studio, and I told him he could, that Matt was a heavy sleeper. So, after dad and mom had breakfast, dad headed in there. I went to shower, wanting to get the sweat and cum residue off of me. By the time I got out, Matt was in the hallway, waiting at the bathroom door. His hair was all disheveled. I looked down and saw the board shorts that I had slipped into the sleeping bag, resting low on his hips. I looked in the kitchen, and didn't see my mom, so I cupped his package. He smiled at me, and whispered "Dude! Not now, you know." as he tossed his head, pointing to the kitchen. He slipped by me into the bathroom, and closed the door. I stood there long enough to hear the sound of pee streaming into the toilet, and the flush. I walked into the kitchen, and mom was starting breakfast. Soon, Matt joined me, and we all sat at the table and ate. Mom asked our plans for the day. I mentioned the mall, and then the harbor or Laguna Beach, or maybe even Balboa. She commented that it sounded nice, and she wished she and dad could go too. I was glad when she said they couldn't. Dad had an art job to do, and she had one of her women's things at church. After breakfast, Matt excused himself and went back into the bathroom to shower. I went into my room and changed. Matt did take a long shower, and I wondered if he was jerking off in there, like he told me he liked to do. Mom left around 9 AM, which was the time Matt came out of the bathroom. He was still in the board shorts. The house was empty, except for dad being in the studio. I really wanted to play, but felt I couldn't, that I had to be careful. I asked Matt if he jerked off in the shower, and he said he had. He said he woke up fully boned, and reached down to start jackin', when he saw my dad at his drawing board. He thanked me for putting his shorts in the sleeping bag, because he was fully boned and didn't want to get out of the bag to get them. He told me he'd stayed in the bag a bit to allow his boner to shrink, and then slipped on his shorts, and got out. He said my dad was cordial in greeting him, and they had chatted a bit before Matt came over to the rest of the house. We then started to discuss our plans, and he was open to everything. He said everything was fine, as long was we got to a drugstore so he could get some lube. As he said that he smiled, and reached over to cup my balls. I smiled back, and said I knew a spot. We both went to my room where all his stuff was, and got dressed. He didn't bother to put on underwear, simply opting to put on a loose fitting t-shirt and flip-flops. I dressed up a bit more. I grabbed my keys, and we got into the car, heading out to the mall.
We got there just as it opened. It was quiet still. We went to the arcade and spent about $10 each on games. We then took a walk around the mall, hitting some of the shops, but not buying anything. We also checked out the girls that were there. Not too many of them yet, since it wasn't even noon. I knew Matt was bi, and he knew I was more into girls as well. He commented about one of the girls having a body like his sister, which led him to ask if I'd been jerking off at all fantasizing about her. I confessed that I hadn't - that all of my jerk off sessions were fantasizing about someone else, which he knew meant him. We finally left around 12:30, and headed down a main highway that led to the Pacific Coast Highway, where we turned north to Laguna Beach. Laguna traffic was busy, but not weekend intensely busy. We stopped of at Heisler Park, walking around a bit and talking. It turned out that Matt was a very good people watcher, observing all the ones who were tourists, locals, gays, and making commentary. By now we were hungry, so we went back to my car, and drove down PCH through Laguna, into Dana Point, where we went to a restaurant that I liked in the harbor for lunch.
As we left and returned to the car, Matt asked if there was a pharmacy or drug store close by so he could get some lube. I knew that there was a Thrifty up the road a bit from the harbor, so I headed up the street about a mile to the place where the strip mall was. Matt suggested that he should get it, since I got the last tube. I pulled into the parking lot, assured in the fact that since I was in Dana Point and not my hometown, no one would recognize me. Still, I knew that a few of my church friends lived in this area, so I was glad Matt volunteered to go in. He seemed to take forever, when it took only 5 minutes. But I was worried about being discovered. Matt came out, small brown bag in hand, and walked back to the car. "Got it," he said, holding up the bag, then putting it in my glove compartment. We took the street we were on farther up, ending up in San Juan Capistrano. From there, we headed down another street that paralleled the freeway, then through the bluff top neighborhoods of Capistrano Beach. Finally, we got back to San Clemente, drove through town, and headed home to change before going to the beach. A lot of my church friends were there, and it was a nice warm afternoon. Matt and I played Frisbee, swam a bit, but mostly talked with my friends. Matt started to take an interest in one of the hotter girls in the group - a different one than he talked to on Sunday. He seemed to be going somewhere with this girl - I recognized his body language when he was making the small talk that gets him closer to a girl. "He likes the cute ones, doesn't he," asked one of my friends, a girl named Tina, whom he had flirted with the other night. Funny thing was, now that he'd blown her off, Tina seemed to be warming up to me. Soon, she and I were talking, not even paying attention to Matt. As the afternoon turned into evening, most of the group started to leave. Matt and I packed up, although he was still talking to the girl. I walked up, feeling the odd-man out. I waited at the street corner as he kept talking to her, finally turning towards my car as he finished. When he caught up with me I commented about how I felt we were back at school, since he made so many girlfriends there just as easily as he did here. But he was quiet for a second, and then leaned towards me and whispered "yeah, but this girl won't fuck me in the ass like you will." He grinned. We got to my car, and made the quick drive to my parents, showered off, dressed, had a quick bite for dinner, and then headed off to the college/career Bible study. As we sat there discussing various Christian topics, I looked at Matt, thinking about the lube in the glove box of my car, and how I'd fuck him tonight.
Bible study ended around 9 PM, and as usual, a group of us went to Denny's for a late dinner. Tina was there, and Matt flirted with her, and soon, she was pretty much flirting with him. All of us left the restaurant about 11 PM, heading our own ways. I again waited at the car for Matt to talk to Tina, amazed at how he ticked her off just a few hours before, and now, here he was, talking to her. He chatted for several minutes while I had the engine running, and then finally came into my car. "Dude! I thought that maybe I was gonna have to leave you with her." Matt smiled. "Yeah, I was thinking I might be able to get something from her tonight. But," he stopped as he buckled up his seatbelt and pointed towards the glove box, "I want you tonight."
We were very late to my home, and I knew my parents would be in bed, and possibly both asleep. We came in quietly, Matt carrying the bag with the lube, went to the bathroom, and then headed to the studio. The light was off, which was good, because as soon as I closed the door behind me, Matt stripped off his tank top and swim trunks, and stood naked and erect in the middle of the room. The streetlight highlighted his body from the side, which got me erect, and I too was soon naked. We started to make out, which was very intense. Much more so than the night before. Our bodies and cocks pressed together tightly as we French kissed and felt each other all over. It was passionate, and soon Matt broke the kiss, and took the bag of lube out. He opened the tube, put some lube on his hand, which he then slathered over my fully erect cock. Then he put some more on, squatted a bit spreading his legs wide, and lubed up his hole. He closed the tube of lube, tossed it into his duffel bag, and then got on his knees on the floor in front of his bed, laying his arms on the bed. The invitation was obvious. I got down on my knees behind Matt, holding my lubed-up cock up to his ass, and with the other hand, I spread his ass cheeks a bit. I pressed the head of my cock against his hole, feeling hesitation at first. But then it slipped in. It seemed just as welcoming as it had been in the cabin. I slowly moved deeper into Matt's ass, finally feeling my cock press against his prostrate. Matt had been letting out some small groans of pleasure as I moved into him, but now he let an "Oh!" slip out as I pressed my cock against his prostate. Soon, I started to fuck him, moving rhythmically back and forth. I released his cheeks, and took both hands to grasp him on his hips. My fucking intensified, and soon the semi-darkness of my dad's studio was ringing with the sound of my belly slapping Matt's ass. It didn't take too long before I could feel the sensation, and soon I was unloading my jizz into Matt's hole. As I did, I bent over, with my chest on his back. I left my cock in his ass, feeling my juice draining into him. Our sweat mingled between us, and I found myself wanting to stay in his ass. After a few minutes I did pull out, and grabbed the towel that I had hidden under my sleeping bag for cleaning up. I wiped up Matt's hole, and then my own cock. As I was doing that Matt started to stroke his fully erect cock. I placed the towel on the floor, and laying on top of it, positioned myself to take him in my mouth. Matt ran his fingers in my hair as I sucked his cock, until I felt the pulse and the explosion of his cum in my mouth. I stayed on him, taking in as much as I could. After I pulled off of him, we crawled up onto our respective beds, and talked about things for a bit, every once in a while touching each other hands or arms. We fell asleep with our fingers interlocked.
I woke up the next morning in my bag - I must've crawled in during the night. I looked at Matt, and he was also in his bag. I looked at the clock - SHIT! 7:30 AM! I got up, pulled on my clothes, ran into the house to shower and have breakfast, and headed to my church job late. My boss scolded me, but that was it. When I returned home at lunch Matt was up and talking to my mom. We had lunch together, and Matt asked me to drop him off at the beach on my way to work. We took off; I dropped him off and told him I'd get him at 4:30 or so. My afternoon dragged on, but I finally left and went to the beach, finding Matt chatting with some pretty brunette from the church group. We got home, where dinner was waiting, and then we decided to head up to the mall for a movie. When we got there we found seats in the far back corner, and as soon as it went dark Matt took my hand. We held hands during the entire movie. As the closing credits started we dropped our hands, and I noticed that he was tented, as I was too. I knew he had only the shorts on, no underwear, and I was so tempted to go down on him right there. We headed out of the theater, our hands in our pockets to hide our boners, Matt said he was hungry, so we headed to the Bob's close by for a late dinner. By the time we were done it was nearly 11 PM. But the thought of him with no underwear, so ready there to be sucked, drove me wild, and as we got close to the car I looked around, seeing if there was anyone there. I couldn't wait. As I went to his side of the car to unlock the door, I pushed Matt against the car, and forced my hand into his shorts, grabbing his cock. I kissed him hard on the lips, and he opened his mouth to receive my tongue. I then undid his fly, and broke the kiss, and then squatted in front of him, pulling his shorts down to his knees and taking his semi-stiff cock in my mouth. Matt held onto my head as I bobbed up and down on his growing cock. The whole thing totally excited him and it was less than a minute before his cum flowed from his cock into my eager mouth. I took all his juices and then pulled off him, licking him clean. He pulled his shorts up, grabbed my crotch, but I stopped him. He gave me a surprised look, and I told him I wanted to go someplace where he could do it. We got in my car and drove to the nearby high school, going into the empty, dark parking lot. I pulled into a spot farthest from a light, and Matt quickly undid my fly, and helped me pull my shorts down, along with my briefs, and then he gave me the most eager, most intense blowjob he'd ever given me yet. After I shot my load in his mouth, I pulled everything up, zipped up, and we drove home. It was nearly midnight. We went directly into the studio, stripped naked, and crawled into our bags.
The next day, Thursday, was a free day. We both woke late, with dad working on something in the studio. I had to surreptitiously get my briefs and slip them on, and pulled myself out of the bag. I mentioned to my dad that Matt and I wanted to drive to the observatory at Mt. Palomar, and he said he'd like to join us. So, after Matt got up, and we had breakfast, we packed the things to make a lunch, and got into my dad's car for the drive to Palomar. It took well over an hour to get there, and up at the elevation of nearly 7000', it was cooler. We made our lunches, and then took in the observatory. We left the mountain in the early afternoon, and dad suggested we go to Julian, which sounded good since we were close. We got there before 2 PM, and took in the sights. We left there about 3 PM, and got home about 5 PM. Mom had dinner done by 6 PM, which we ate out in the backyard. Matt suggested we see if any of my buds were available, and I made a few calls. One of my buddies was willing to hang out, so we went to his house, where we watched a couple of movies on HBO. We left his house and got home by midnight. For some reason, neither of us really were thinking of sex, but we went to bed, stripping naked as we had been, and talking while we touched each other gently until we fell asleep.
Friday was the last full day Matt would be with us, and I had to work. I got to work on time, and at lunch I came home, taking Matt to the beach on my way back to the church. It was a busy day, since we had to get ready for Sunday. Vacuuming, cleaning bathrooms and making sure the coffee was prepped for Sunday took a while. I left the church a bit late, got to the beach, and got Matt. He was talking to the same brunette again. As he left, he got a hug, and then she ran up to him and handed him a piece of paper. As we walked back to the car he showed it to me - it was her phone number. We headed home, and my parents suggested that since it was his last night we eat out at a nice place. I agreed, so Matt showered and dressed nicely, and we went to a nice restaurant in Dana Point, having a good dinner. During dinner Matt would frequently brush his leg against mine, and one time touched my leg with his hand. I was getting horned up during all this and knew I wanted to fuck him one last time that night. After dinner we got home, and Matt and I hung out with my parents watching TV until they went to bed. Matt and I stayed in the living room until after the 11 PM news, and then we went into the studio. Before I had the chance to say or do anything, Matt grabbed me, pulled me to him and kissed me passionately, forcing his tongue into my open and receptive mouth. We quickly and haphazardly stripped off each other's clothes, and got down on our knees while still kissing. Then Matt pulled away from me, and turned himself around, and backed into me, spreading his ass cheeks and guiding his hole over to my cock. I knew what he wanted. But I was surprised he was doing it without lube. He continued to crawl backwards towards me, and then placed his ass on my cock tip, and slowly pushed himself down onto my cock. OH MY GOD! It was not easy. I could see how well lube helps. Matt worked himself slowly down on me, but I could tell it was hurting him too. He pulled off of me, and crawled on his hands and knees to his bag, pulling out the tube of lube. He opened up the tube, came over to me, slathered it on my cock, and then reached around and applied it to his hole. "Get up, John, and go sit on the edge of the bed." I obeyed him, getting off the floor and sitting on the edge of my bed. Matt walked towards me, his nice cock sticking straight out. I reached for it, but he slapped my hand away from it. Then he started to straddle my legs, moving slowly up so that his chest was in my face. I took my cock and pointed it up, and slowly, Matt positioned himself with his hole on my cock tip. He slipped down, and my cock fed into his hole easily. I kissed his smooth bare chest as he began to ride my cock, slowly moving up and down. I began to undulate too, moving up when he came down so my cock went deeper into his ass. He was groaning softly as we fucked, and after a few thrusts he bent down to kiss me. We kissed passionately as we fucked, and the whole thing so turned me on that I shot my load in just a few minutes, feeling it was a huge load as well. Matt stayed on me for a couple of minutes, allowing me to run my hands over his naked and smooth chest, shoulders, arms, thighs, belly, and finally to his cock. I wanted it so badly. He then pulled off of my cock, and stood in front of me as I eagerly bent down and started to suck him. This time Matt face-fucked me, thrusting his cock into my mouth while I sucked on him. He must've been super horny too, because he shot his load in less than a couple of minutes. But this time he splashed his cum all over my face, and I licked off what I could. I took the towel from its hiding place, wiped my face down, then his asshole, and finally my cock, which was red with irritation from the fucking. Matt went over to his bed and laid down on it, on his back, allowing the dim streetlight to highlight his awesome body. I went over to him, and moved to being on top of him, placing cock against cock. I bent down, started to kiss him as I pressed myself against him. For several minutes we made out, humping and grinding, both of us having a second climax with a bit of cum. I got off of him, cleaned he and I up, and then went to my sleeping bag, falling asleep quickly.
The next day, Saturday, was when Matt was to leave. We had breakfast with my parents, and then took a quick trip to the beach. We went back home around lunchtime, had a quick lunch, and then Matt needed to go. As I walked him to the car my dad joined us, so I couldn't really say anything. There was no need to. His look said it all. We had both enjoyed a week of friendship and sex. He commented about staying in touch before school started, and I agreed. We gave each other guy hugs, and he shook my dad's hand, and then he was gone.
A couple of days later my parents got a letter from Matt, as did I. Theirs was a thank you letter with some cash. Matt wanted to help defray the food expenses for the week. My parents thought he was a very nice, very well brought-up Christian "boy". If only they knew he liked to get fucked by their son, and that he and I performed oral on each other multiple times, sometimes under their noses! My letter was VERY different. I had some cash to defray all the gas, but the letter expressed how much he had enjoyed himself during the week, and without being explicit, he mentioned our "talks" in the studio, or the "chat" we had by my car after the movie. The letter also has been "sealed" with his cum, like he'd done before. As soon as my mom was down for her nap I jerked off reading the letter and reliving all the events of the previous week.
School started several weeks later, and Matt was my roommate again. But the girl he'd gotten frustrated about that first night we had enjoyed sex with each other was now more open to him, so the first few weeks nothing happened. Then, just before Thanksgiving, she dumped him, and the night before we'd go to our homes for the holiday, we gave each other head. The rest of the school year was a blur since it was our senior year. We simply had no time for sex. We ended our sexual relationship without it really ending - it just stopped. Matt and I remained friends after college, but eventually life pulled us in different directions, and we lost touch. But that summer of my 21st year was awesome because I had done what I'd wanted to do for years: have sex with a hot guy. Thank you, Matt.