Graft Gang, Chapter 6
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From the beginning of Chapter 1:
It was a seedy part of town but Matt didn't care. He knew just the kind of spot he was heading for, a perfect fit for the night's activities. Not that he was worried; he knew exactly what he was doing and exactly what he was capable of. You see Matt was a power bottom, born to take a pounding and love every minute of it. At 22 years of age, he'd been fucked more times than he could count...
But that confidence would be tested tonight, and possibly fail him. As he drove to the Gang's secret warehouse (he could find it in his sleep by now he figured), he thought back at the 3 years of college that had gone by in a blink of an eye, just as people told him it would. His Sports Management degree was going well, he was near the top of his class, and it could take him in so many directions, especially as he planned to get a Master's degree to help his career move along quicker. Something along the Business or Finance lines of sports seemed most interesting to him he thought.
Gymnastics was going good, but at the college level he had learned just how difficult it was to rise to and stay at the top. Still, the practices and meets kept him in top shape; he had put on more muscle and more definition over the past few years, even if his heart was barely into the long practices needed to compete at a high level.
Graft, of course, had been his ticket to all of this, and had been a blast in of itself. It wasn't uncommon, especially in the first year, to come back to his private apartment after a weekend of festivities with 12, 15, even 20 loads or more of stud semen up his ass. After three years he figured he had had so many gallons of jizz fired up his hole that his rectum could have populated the world a million times over!
Still, things were changing, even if no one wanted to say anything. A total of 10 members had left the group since he started, they either moved away or just quit. It was nice to see that Ben and Will, the former rugby students, and Devin and Mack, former football players, had all left the group and were now two monogamous, dating couples! He didn't see much of them any more -- I mean, how could have a current gymnast met former rugby and football players and become so chummy with them -- it would have caused too much suspicion if anyone put things together. But it made him smile to wonder what the sex was like for four tops, none of which who EVER bottomed for the group. Probably fucking hot, Matt thought!
Only two new recruits had joined during that whole time, Matt thinking that Paul was slowly winding things down, taking the group to its present 10 members. Still, there was plenty of dick, ass, sweat, fucking and cum if any member wanted it, and Matt was still a horny fucker most of the time.
But the past school year had been particularly tough for him on a personal level. He had seen Tim a lot less since last September, and especially since they had all come back from Christmas break. Tim always seemed to have an excuse that he was too busy, too tired, many times ignoring him, even acting distant towards him at practice. Deep down inside, Matt wondered if Tim too, now at 31, was just tired of the group and ready to move on. Or maybe he was just getting tired of hanging around a 22-year old junior year college gymnast.
He never forgot what Paul told him at the dinner party before he was admitted to the school, "But it's not as easy as it sounds, and some have failed. Relationships change, people mature and some want to move on, interests change, people get lazy and out of shape and can be kicked out. What if you met someone special?" That last part always stuck with him, always bothered him somehow. He HAD met someone special, but it was someone who wasn't interested in a relationship. That much he now knew, for certain.
He thought how tonight could be awkward, maybe even disastrous for his future. Marty had contacted Matt that there would be a final Graft end-of-the semester party two weeks before they'd be leaving campus for the summer, the party happening tonight. Getting any closer to the end of the school year just got too busy for everyone, faculty, staff and students alike.
Marty said all 10 members would be there, which of course included Tim, who had been MIA for so long. The party was supposed to start at 8, but Marty had asked Matt if he could meet him earlier to talk before anyone else arrived. He just needed some quiet time with his bottom to go over some of that night's wild activities before the excitement really began, and besides, Marty knew Matt usually got there early anyway, so Matt thought this was the perfect opportunity to just talk to Marty alone.
Matt would usually get even hornier when he pulled up to the warehouse, but tonight as he got closer, the feelings were different, somehow off a bit. He opened the gate with the key he had been given years ago, and closed the gate behind him. He used the opener he had also been given for the garage, and he saw that Marty was already here, his car parked in its usual spot. He went in, punched the code, and went downstairs to the basement.
Marty was there waiting for Matt with a smile, looking so studly, and they gave each other a heartfelt hug. "You look good enough to eat Matt, as always, how are you?"
Matt looked at this man who had done so much for him, who looked out for him and was so instrumental in almost every facet of his life for the past three years, and thinking about all of that, he started getting tears in his eyes. "Matt, what's wrong," Marty said with worry in his tone. "You know we look after our own in this group, you can tell me anything, ANYTHING, I won't judge, and I will always try to help."
Matt started to compose himself and started. "I so don't want to let you down Coach, but I don't think I can do this anymore. I know that Paul said this could be harder than it seems and he was right. I've had feelings for Tim since the beginning, and they've grown over time, but I couldn't act on them, and I know you told me to stay away and you were right. But I don't think I can interact at 100% with other Graft members feeling the way I do, and I don't see how I can be around Tim feeling the way I do about him."
Matt's eyes were welling with tears now as he continued. "I'm going to quit the gymnastics team so I don't have to be around Tim as my coach - it's just gotten too hard - and I've saved up some money over the last 3 years, and I'll take student loans out for the rest. I'll finish up my senior year here and then I'll move on. I can't be at the same school as Tim after this year - like you said, he'll NEVER settle down!" Matt was full on crying now, his hands in his face, his emotions out of control, heartbroken that he had so much, but couldn't have the one thing he really wanted.
With his head in his hands, Matt didn't see a figure come out of the shower area, a figure dressed in a cobalt blue shirt with dark jeans, the clothes accentuating a perfect physique. "What if I AM ready to settle down?" Tim asked.
Matt's head snapped up, Marty now full on smiling, Matt looking towards the showers at the most perfect specimen of a man inside and out he had ever met, Tim's hands hanging onto his jean pockets, his muscular arms looking like they were carved from marble.
"What?" That was all Matt could get out, trying desperately to wipe his eyes.
"Matt," Tim now walking up to the gymnast and continuing, "I've liked you from the start as well, you got in here," he pointed to his heart. "I never thought I'd ever let anyone in, never thought I'd allow myself the possibility of getting hurt, but you Superboy got in there and got in there quickly. But I couldn't say anything to you or Marty about it, I didn't want to hinder your college experience and the opportunities you'd have being in the Gang and at this school. So for your sake I said nothing, and even though I didn't want to, I kept my distance."
Both Tim and Matt were now holding each other's hands, both with tears in their eyes. Even Marty was getting choked up. "Matt," Marty started, composing himself again, "I'm sorry - I seriously never knew. Tim just told me how he felt about you about a month ago, how he didn't want to be part of the group anymore, and how he's been avoiding you like the plague in case he just broke down and told you all this himself. So you see, both of you assholes have been avoiding each other for similar, stupid reasons, and you should have trusted me and told me all this shit early on you douche bags!"
All three of them laughed.
Matt just continued to look at Tim, but then said to both the guys, "but what about school, my scholarship, I can't be practicing under the gymnastics coach during the day and then be under him getting fucked at night." That made all three of them crack up. "Such a smart man, from day one," Tim thought, "so crazy for this guy."
Tim flashed Marty his perfect smile, which caused Matt to look at the Coach as well. "There's a lot that's been going on that you don't know Matt," Marty said. "Paul is going to disband the Gang effective immediately." Matt's jaw just dropped. Marty continued, "Paul is 48 and has been dating lately himself. I guess he wants to let someone in too, wants to settle down. The guy deserves it, don't you think?"
Matt just nodded his head in agreement. "Plus" Marty kept going, "Rob and I have sort of a thing on the side ourselves. We've always liked each other a lot, liked being around one another, we have an amazing amount of stuff in common, and we'd like to try out an exclusive relationship ourselves." Marty started rubbing his chin with one of his strong hands, "Been an interesting experience figuring out, between the two of us, who's gonna be the one that night to take at least a 9 inch dick up their ass. But it's been fun." They all laughed.
"So you see," Marty said, "with all three original Graft founders out, it doesn't make much sense to keep it going. Plus we've been pretty fortunate no one finding out about us throughout all of these years, so it seems time to pack it up while we're still ahead."
"But what about all the other stuff I brought up, the team, my being here?" Matt asked.
"I'm glad you brought that up baby," Tim said, his gorgeous blue eyes focused on the same on Matt. "Rob's boss is finally retiring, the `fucker' as he likes to call him. So Rob is moving up to Athletic Director, so he'll need someone to take his place. I've actually been doing a lot of work for him this past year, which is another reason why you haven't seen me around as much. He's asked me to be the new Assistant Athletic Director for the entire school." Matt was so happy for him, knowing how good this would be for Tim, the guy was smart and worked so hard and deserved this promotion.
"I'm so sorry you thought I didn't care," Tim added, both he and Matt welling up with tears.
"That means," Marty continued, "that I am going to need help coaching and running the department and getting the guys up to speed. I was thinking you could help me out a bit your senior year as a student assistant -- which pays a bit - then get paid a modest but regular salary to do the job when you STAY HERE as a grad student to get your Master's after next year."
Matt was floored, this was not the kind of disastrous night he had in mind. He was beaming inside. "But I'm not sure I can afford any of this, you're still talking about 3 years of school and this place is not fucking cheap!" They all laughed again, Tim looking Marty's way and smirking, waiting for the response he knew was coming.
"I've talked to Paul. When you take Paul, Rob, Tim and myself out, and you exclude Tony, Jimmy and Luke who have already long graduated, there are only 3 students left in Graft, you and the two other guys. Paul will figure out how to keep the scholarships going, so you don't have to worry about your senior year. As far as the 2 years it will take you to get your Master's Degree, if you work enough hours for the Athletics Department, your tuition is basically waived since you'll be an employee. But you will also get paid some, so you will have a bit of money for room and board. I'm kind of hoping, though, that you and Tim can think up an idea about where you might be able to stay for at least the next three years."
Tim just looked at Matt now. "What do you think pretty boy, you think you might want to try living with the new Assistant Athletic Director? I hear he's got a small but nice, clean cottage house right off campus with a reaaaaalllly comfy bed."
Matt just started to cry and threw himself into his new boyfriend's arms, whispering to him over and over again "yes, yes, yes, yes..."
They just stood there in a warm embrace. Marty grabbed his keys from his pocket, "I'll leave you two to figure out the details. Matt, I assume you can give Tim a ride home?"
Matt just nodded his head in the affirmative, refusing to let Tim go from around his man's perfect neck. Though all choked up, Matt was able to get out "Thanks for everything Coach."
"I love you guys," said Marty. "You'll both always be part of my family, and family takes care of one another. But next time you keep secrets from me that are hurting one or both of you and I find out, I'm going to kick your asses!" Marty started to walk up the stairs to leave, but Tim just had to chime in with, "In your dreams old man." Marty continued walking up the steps without turning around, laughing the whole rest of the way up.
All of a sudden Matt looked at Tim and said "What about the party later?"
"You cute, silly boy," Tim said, kissing his man on the nose, "There was never any party. We wanted to get you here. I wasn't sure how you felt or how you would react, but I needed to tell you EVERYTHING, and so Marty set this up. Like he said, Graft has been disbanded effective immediately. Rob is going to get some movers to start moving stuff out of this basement starting this weekend, then I think Paul and Rob are going to work on getting this old warehouse sold off."
Matt looked into those incredible blue eyes, so rare, he thought again for a redhead as he had learned, those eyes made so much more powerful by the cobalt blue shirt he was wearing. He leaned up and gave his man a long, passionate kiss. "That's the first real kiss I've ever given you," Matt whispered.
Now it was Tim who tried not to tear up. "Well I hope it won't be the last one tonight. So many times I wanted to invite you to my house, share parts of my life with you, but I knew if I did I might mess it all up for you, and I wouldn't risk that. Why don't we go back to OUR house and finish this night off properly," Tim said, with a giant squeeze of Matt's ass cheeks. Matt just let out a small groan and nodded in agreement, as Tim moved in to give Matt his first real kiss back as well.
They arrived at Tim's place, and Matt thought it was the nicest place he had ever seen. Of course he was a little biased at the moment. "You want the fifty-cent tour?" Tim asked, his chest pressed against Matt's back, his arms snuggling his man, his lips tickling Matt's neck. All Matt could say was, "Just show me the bedroom -- the rest can wait until tomorrow."
"You know," Tim whispered into Matt's ear, "now that you'll be living here, there are some rules you'll have to follow. No slutting around for more than 20 hours a day or so -- I mean, we're going to have new jobs and..."mmmpphhhh" was all that came out as Matt whirled around and stuck his tongue down his boyfriend's throat. "Got it stud, anything else?" Matt asked, eyebrow up and the cutest smirk Tim had even seen.
"I guess the rest can wait `til tomorrow too," Tim finished, leading Matt by the hand into the bedroom. When they got there Matt saw a small but tastefully decorated room, cherry wood furniture which seemed to match this classy man of his. Matt jumped on the mattress and looked at Tim and said, "Comfy, just as advertised. Come here stud."
Tim crawled up to Matt, who was now also on his knees, and in one swift motion, Matt jammed his body into his stud boyfriend's steel frame, shoved his tongue down his throat and grabbed Tim's ass like Matt's life depended on it. All of a sudden, Tim resisted and pushed him away a bit. Matt was shocked, however, his disappointment only lasted a moment.
"I want to make love to you, Matt," Tim said through watery eyes. "It's probably the first time I've ever made love to a guy -- I want this to be special." Matt was choking up, this fine man of his never stopped surprising him - but not really a surprise, when he thought about how much this man felt inside, even if Matt was really only seeing it for the first time.
"Take your shoes and socks off pretty boy and get back up on your knees on the bed with me," Tim said. They both quickly dispensed with their footwear and met each other in the middle of the bed chest to chest. "This is my first time doing this this way with a guy Matt, so I'm kind of a virgin, so take it easy on me, ok?" They both just laughed and hugged each other.
As Matt continued to laugh with his head back, Tim went in and started kissing the nape of his man's neck, taking in all the scents of this beautiful boy that had eluded him. While Matt was groaning, Tim worked his hands under Matt's shirt, massaging his sides, grazing his nipples, feeling the smooth, muscular chest in his strong hands. Tim stopped kissing his neck just long enough to very slowly remove Matt's shirt over his head, and then Tim quickly removed his own, both of their tight buddies already showing faint signs of sweat.
Tim started down Matt's torso, licking between his pecs, slobbering his left nipple, Matt's hand on the back of Tim's head, guiding him to it. Tim kissed down Matt's abs, down his happy trail, tonguing his torso the entire time, trying to control himself from ripping Matt's clothes off and banging away like he was used to with every other guy. But not this time, not with this guy.
"Get on your back love," Tim told him, kissing him gently on his lips. Matt smiled and did as he was told, Tim immediately on top of him, gyrating their groins together as Tim continued his tongue assault on Matt's shoulders and arms, his own powerful hands squeezing both sides of Matt's torso. Down he went until he reached Matt's groin, Tim now biting at the fabric above the bulge in Matt's pants, Matt squirming in pleasure and muttering, "Ohhhh my god baby, you feel soooo fucking good," Tim just looking up with those incredible blue eyes and smiling.
Tim unzipped Matt's pants and slowly took them off, then went back on his crotch, wet now as Matt was leaking uncontrollably. "Mmmmmm you taste so good," Tim said, as he licked the fabric of the underwear, tasting what he could, taking in the smell of his man's groin, while his hands moved over Matt's chest, up to his face, his index finger finding its mark in Matt's mouth. Matt devoured it like it was his last meal, then "Ohhhh MY God!" came from Matt's mouth.
Tim had removed Matt's underwear and was tonguing Matt's shaft from the side, up and down slowly, spit covering the shaft, until Tim couldn't take it anymore and engulfed Matt's rod down to the pubes. His man was now sweating profusely, the heat emanating off Matt's crotch incredible, Matt holding onto the sheet, the groans steady now as Tim slowly, sensually, licked Matt's cock from head to shaft. "Oh baby," Matt said, his hands now on the back of Tim's head, "I missed you soooooo fucking much...aaaaghhh," Matt cried out as Tim deep throated the shaft one more time.
With Matt's cock in his mouth, Tim expertly removed the rest of his own clothes, both men naked now. Tim moved his body over Matt's and shoved his tongue down his boy's throat, two sweaty musclemen melded into one body, both men groaning into the other's mouth. Matt now pulled Tim into him even closer if that was possible, by pressing his hands into Tim's perfect ass, their two tongues fighting for supremacy through the spit and the groans.
"Your turn," said Matt, as he got up from under Tim and moved and placed his head on the pillow by the headboard. "Scoot up here and give me that glorious, ivory rod of yours stud."
Tim smiled and planted his body on top of Matt's chest, and slowly shoved his dick in front of Matt's face. Matt leaned forward and licked the sweaty balls, causing Tim to arch his back and moan in ecstasy. "Best fucking mouth eeeeever," came out of Tim's groaning lips. Matt just smiled and started licking up the shaft, his tongue hitting every vein, the smell driving Matt out of his mind, he couldn't wait to get up to the head. It didn't take long for Matt to tilt Tim's rod down himself and engulf the stud's dick down to the root.
"FUUUUCK," came out of Tim, as he took his hand and played with Matt's hair, thinking life couldn't get any better than this. Here was his beautiful man, his cock down Matt's throat; Matt taking it down to the root like it was nothing now, constant moans coming out of both of them, Matt's hands holding onto Tim's perfect ass, making sure his man's dick wasn't going anywhere. Matt loved the power he felt having Tim's dick hitting his tonsils, pleasing his man, the sweet taste of precum pouring down his throat, holding onto Tim's sweaty ass muscles which felt like two hard, polished boulders against his hands, Tim's smell intoxicating.
Tim's breathing became erratic, Matt could feel Tim getting close, Matt pressed Tim's ass into him, shoving more of his man's cock down his throat. "Oh god pretty boy, no, not yet," Tim breathlessly and barely got out. Removing his dick from Matt's mouth, Matt now with a pouty face, causing Tim to laugh and kiss Matt on the lips, tasting his own manliness on this boy, "You're too fucking adorable, Matt," Tim would tell him this time and many times afterward.
Tim scooted down, then scooted Matt down flat on the bed, and lifted Matt's legs, and buried his tongue in the boy's crack, causing Matt to squeal and squirm on the bed. "Ohhhhh, there's that beautiful fucking smell of a real man's ass I missed," Tim said, now kissing around Matt's hole, gently biting his ass cheeks, now back spearing his tongue in and out. "Could do this all fucking day pretty boy," Tim continued, his powerful hands now spreading Matt's cheeks as he shoved his face between the boy's globes and slobbered his tongue all around, driving Matt insane.
"Ohhh god, Ohhh god Tim, just fuck me already," Matt pleaded then squealed almost frantic in a high pitch "please fuck me Tim, PLEASE!" Tim just smiled, "Get on top of me and suck my cock while I eat this perfect ass out properly." Matt, almost disappointed, did as he was told, and got on top of his man, facing away, his ass in Tim's face, his head above Tim's dick.
Almost simultaneously, Tim spread Matt's ass cheeks as far as they could go and plunged his tongue into his man's hole, while Matt, not one to wait for instructions, spit on Tim's dick, rubbed it in quickly, then threw his throat down to the root of Tim's perfect 8 inch dick. Both mean screamed their moans, sweat pouring off of their incredible muscles, both bodies squirming as much as they could given they weren't going anywhere.
Tim threw his head back as Matt expertly moved and rotated his hand up and down Tim's dick while deep throating him with every thrust. "Ohhh baby, oh my god, oh my fucking god," was all Tim could get out, Matt determined to work the first load out of his man. "STOP," Tim screamed, and moved from under Matt. Now face to face and kissing him, Tim said, "no my love, you're gonna be the first to blow tonight." Matt gulped and smiled at the same time.
Tim put Matt on this back again, grabbed some lube off the nightstand, and rubbed some on his dick and onto Matt's hole. Matt just stared at his man and smiled, receiving a gorgeous smile back. Tim moved in between his legs and slowly pushed his cockhead into Matt's rectum, Matt just closing his eyes in bliss, "keep going stud, just keep going, fuck it into me," Matt was begging his man now.
Instead of the quick plunge he was used to and known for over the years, Tim steadily but very slowly pushed his dick into Matt, and after what was really just a minute, all 8 inches finally came to rest up Matt's chute. Tim leaned forward and quickly shoved his tongue down Matt's tonsils while he slowly, very delicately moved his dick in and out of Matt's ass.
Matt was on fire, he wasn't used to this kind of treatment from this Adonis but he was enjoying every agonizing moment, the usual prostate jolts he felt replaced by a slow, perfect pressure that was driving him mad with excitement. Matt's legs now comfortably entwined behind Tim's back, he enjoyed the pleasure of being oh so carefully impaled by his stud boyfriend.
"You like the way that feels baby boy," Tim whispered, now picking up the pace a bit, sweat pouring off of him down onto his man, Tim licking the sweat off of Matt's neck, enjoying the taste of this boy he was pleasing. Matt looked into Tim's eyes and all he could say was "I so fucking love you."
Tim just kissed his man and got back up, now holding each of Matt's legs out and up, his cock still slowly but rhythmically spearing Matt's hole, Matt squirming and sweating with pleasure. Instead of thrusting in and out all the way, Tim began to leave his dick in almost to the hilt, moving back only an inch so that he could hit Matt's prostate quickly over and over again. Tim hissed out in one long breath, "That cunt of yours is so fucking tight and wet."
Matt's breathing became erratic, he grabbed for his dick and started jerking it, the electric jolts coming faster now, Matt needing to cum so bad, more than any other time in his life. Tim could sense this and removed Matt's hand from his cock, and took each of Matt's hands in his own, Tim's knees now under Matt's legs, as Tim quickly, expertly shafted Matt while their hands were intertwined, their eyes locked onto each other.
Matt's head now turned side to side, the boy moaning and swearing uncontrollably, as Tim's pace picked up as his cock pounded in and out of Matt with a blur of motion, Tim's sweat pouring down his muscle frame, Matt's hands squeezing Tim's for dear life. Tim could feel Matt's body tense up and, with hands still interlocked, he pulverized Matt's prostate, pounding into Matt with a ferocity he thought he had left behind for the night.
Matt looked up at Tim and screamed, "FUUUUUUCK," as his own cum splattered against his neck, his chest, filled his ab ridges, Tim ramming his dick into its new, permanent home. Matt continued to fire away, Tim counted 5, 6, 7 shots as Matt's cum turned to a dribble now, Matt's head back, swimming in delirium, panting and sweating and cursing whispers.
Their hands still locked, Tim suddenly slowed down and in a breathless whisper screamed, "oh my god," as his cum began to fill his baby's hole, Tim grunting and groaning as Matt's ass was filled with jizz, Tim trying not to fall over from the best orgasm of his life; Tim now falling onto Matt, his arms around Matt's neck and shoulders, the men frantically kissing, cum still pouring into his boy's hole, Tim's thrusts slowly weakening, his body a sweaty pile of limp, shiny muscle on top of Matt's compact, sweaty frame, Matt's cum slippery and sticky between the two studs.
After they had recovered enough to move, Matt looked at Tim and said, "If that's how it's going to be all the time, I'm not sure I can follow that only 20 hour slutting around rule you mentioned." Tim just smiled the biggest smile ever at his bright, beautiful boy and they just laughed, holding each other for long moments, neither moving, neither speaking, basking in their togetherness.
Matt woke up the next morning, afraid for a second that what had happened was just a dream. It didn't take him long to smile, as Tim's massive bicep kept him in a vice lock and from moving. He stirred a bit which awakened his red-headed demigod. Tim stretched and reached for something on the nightstand. "Open your mouth," he told Matt, which Matt did and was greeted with a peppermint drop on his tongue, Tim giving himself one as well. "I didn't want to get up to give you a proper morning kiss," Tim said as he planted one on Matt. "Good morning to you to," Matt said through his smile and weary eyes.
The two of them just kissed for a while, Tim running squiggly lines down Matt's chest and abs, Matt reaching up and playing with Tim's perfect torso, kissing him and running his hand across his cheek. Tim looked down and said, "so I want you to come and visit my parents, if that's ok. They know all about you, I've been telling them for a while that I've been crushing on this guy and I can't tell him."
Matt got this sad look on his face, that his man was hurting for any amount of time made him unhappy. But that feeling quickly faded. "I want you to meet my parents too. I finally came out to them over Christmas break and they were not very surprised and they said they trusted me. I kind of told them the same things about you." They both just busted out, giggling and kissing and crying at the same time, so happy they had come to where they were now.
"I'd like that a lot Matt," Tim continued. "And maybe we can take in a Coldplay concert while we're at my folks, they'll be playing in Seattle and it's not that far a drive away."
Matt just looked at this man that he could feel he was falling in love with more and more every minute he was with him, "I'd really like to do all of that Tim," he said, now playing with Tim's chest more fervently. Matt continued with a smirk, "But we don't have to go right now...do we?"
Tim just smiled and pulled the sheet over them. From under it, anyone listening would have just heard more whispering and lots of laughter.
They could always laugh.
The End.
Authors Note: Thank you all for reading and putting up with my first try at erotic writing, which turned into a much, much longer story than I had anticipated. Your feedback was so appreciated. After Chapter 5, Matt's character would have just been doing what he did at the Halloween party over and over again, so it seemed like the right time to go back to the beginning and bring the story full circle. As for Matt and Tim's future together, well I leave that to the readers' imaginations...I'm sure they will do just fine, as long as Matt's ass holds out.
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