****** Hey, people, how's it going? It's Friday, and I know this is late, but I did some more mental researching, talked with Matt about it, and have come up with the next part of our relationship. So read on! ******
The fiasco at Matt's house ended as soon as it started. Maybe Mr. Walls decided on sweeping his son's peculiar activity under the rug. I do know that my relationship with his son started growing with leaps and bounds in the weeks before Christmas.
My dad required me, my brother and himself to go Christmas shopping at Target one rainy day. I immediately called Matt to tell him so he could meet me there and I wouldn't be bored out of my mind. As it would be, my dad and my brother are sickeningly straight, so I didn't communicate with them all that much. I'm not fooling myself, I did act gay sometimes, but for the most part even my brother couldn't tell that I was. We walked in the store and there he stood. Like a shining example of what I wished all guys looked like. He was wearing an Old Navy pullover with dirrty (yet another song reference) colored jeans covering his Timberland boots. God, he was getting hotter every day. With the mulling sounds of Wal-Mart around us, I saw only him. And I'm sure he saw only me.
"Ok, son, we have to get stuff for the tree." My dad knocked me out of my trance.
"Oh, ok." I didn't want to be obvious. I walked probably 20 feet and looked back. He was still there looking around cautiously. I waved my hand subtlety for him to follow behind me.
I saw my dad turn a corner with my brother following. I looked back and saw Matt walking down the aisle. "Come on." He took my lead and turned left when my dad and bro went right. I turned several complicated turns to try to dislocate myself from them, but not enough to where Matt couldn't find me. I waited at a wall for him till I saw him walk by.
"Matt!" I shouted. He turned around and saw me. He came back and pushed me against the wall and started kissing me, slipping his tongue inside and me letting go to whatever he wanted. Even though I knew we were so in public, no one was immediately around, so I just kept giving in. I could smell his Tommy cologne enclose around me, and I slipped my tongue out of his mouth and down his neck to his chin. My dick was rapidly growing. "God I missed you. I want you all the time, baby." He muffled something as he was licking everywhere around my earlobe and neck area.
"I want you right now...in the Wal-Mart." (It's common knowledge that in the south you add the 'the' before Wal-Mart, K-Mart, Target, most restaurants, etc. A bit of useless knowledge!)
"You want me here?" I looked around. "The gardening section isn't exactly ideal."
"I don't care." His mouth contorted to give a side smile that melted my entire body. I got hot all over and gave in to that face.
"Alright, wherever." As horny as we were, having sex there wasn't great. So, of course, where else would we go besides the bathroom? I saw no sign of my dad or my brother as we crossed the vast store. As he saw the bathroom sign, he grabbed my hand and started running.
"It's late, no one'll be in here." He said. We walked in, and jumped each other. I ripped off his jacket and his T-shirt. His jeans were hanging dangerously low on his hips, as the V muscles were almost at the start of his pubic hair. "Thought you'd like that."
He pushed me up against the bathroom wall, and I couldn't control my incessant laughter. (I don't know...I think it's a defense mechanism?) His hairs on his chin tickled my own, and I ran my fingers through his hair. The blond tips were beginning to get overgrown with brown, but it was still beautiful. I ran my hands down his back to the top of his boxers and felt below them.
"You want those off, too, huh?" He smirked in a very sexual way. I quickly agreed, and my hands began unbuttoning and unzipping. Pretty soon, his dick was rubbing up against my leg. "Trae, can I fuck you?"
That stopped me dead in my tracks. I did want that kind of intimacy, but not here, not yet. "Baby, not now, okay? Do you understand?"
He was undoubtedly upset, but he let the aspect of getting his cock sucked rule. "Yeah I understand." He held it, and said, "As long as you get me off somehow!"
"You know I will." I got on my knees of the dirty-ass floor. His penis was over me, swelling and waiting in anticipation. I kissed his thigh, and it rubbed against my cheek. "I'm just messing around." But pretty soon, I let the head enter my mouth. It tasted so good, and the pre-cum was oozing out slowly, allowing for lubrication (that he wouldn't yet need.)
"Oh my God that feels amazing." Below him, there I was, making him feel whatever he wanted. Sometime in the process, he had pulled my fleece sweater and t-shirt over my head to where I was completely shirtless.
"Oh, I'm close...so close," he moaned, "Keep doing that, yeah." His mouth was open with a smile, as mine was enclosed around his rod. All of the sudden, I felt the first rope of cum shoot out of him, and down my throat. I tasted most of it, but got little time to savor it. He shot several more until my mouth was full. His dick came out of my mouth and he kept my head around his crotch stabilizing himself. His strong hand rubbed my neck, and I felt wonderful.
"I guess the bathroom is our place, huh?" He pulled his jeans up, and got myself dressed. My shirt had gotten slightly wet from the sink, but I rushed, and put it on anyway. He turned to me, and said that he simply loved me. I had managed to relax myself even though I was in a public bathroom, so I kept talking to him, just casually chatting.
We both came out of the bathroom at the same time. He was right behind me, always carelessly strolling. He often reminded me of a little boy. The man-child that played high school every Friday night had me completely. One of the biggest turn-ons was the arrogance that he portrayed to everyone--except me. When we were alone, the softie in him came out; he would play with me like a child. When we slept together (just slept!), the bonding that we shared was greater than any sex could ever be. That was the biggest turn-on that there could ever be. I never knew what love was until the winter of 2001.
As soon as the season started, Thanksgiving had arrived. My father had always allowed me to take a friend to my aunt's house in Alpharetta, which was about 80 miles from my home. But this year, being only the first Thanksgiving since my mother's death, my father gave me a strict rule: I could have no friends come with me nor my siblings. I was sure-fired that my boyfriend was going to have this day with me. After all, it was our first holiday together.
We were off the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I was allowed to spend the night with Matt. School was in 5th period, and all I could think of was to get out of 5th period, 6th period, and out of the school so that I could get to him. Going to 6th, I saw his back turned to me at his locker. Now it was pretty common knowledge at the school, most of my friends knew, and a few people I didn't even know had heard about it, but I really didn't give a shit. But Matt was a total closet case: only his best friend Brett (a girl) knew. I didn't want to embarrass him or worse, so I just walked up to him and whispered quietly "Hi Matthew."
He turned to me. The goatee was just trimmed yesterday, and his sideburns had had a touchup, too. But I had warned him to not touch that beautiful golden shaggy hair for a while. "What's up?"
"Nuthin'. I have so much homework to do." He said.
"But it's the holidays! What part of 'holiday' do these teachers not understand?" We began to walk down the hall toward the parking lot. We wanted to hold each other's hand so badly, but in this fucking world, we couldn't. We got in the car. It was my car this time and having the keys in my hand, I got in the drivers seat. He opened the door and looked at me.
"What??" He looked a little upset, but not wanting to say it.
"Um, can I drive?" I was relieved but still wondering why that was so hard to ask.
"I mean...yeah? Whatever." I scooted over and let him get in, and I didn't want to upset him.
"Matt, why do you want to drive today? You always drive." I asked easily.
"Well," he seemed embarrassed, "because when I'm sitting over there I feel like..." He trailed off into mumbling. "I feel like...I'm less masculine or whatever. But don't let this worry you, you can drive if you wanna."
"No, no, Matt it's okay. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Drive whenever you want." He eased up, and we started to drive to my house. I hugged just sat and hugged onto his muscular arm. That was the first day that I started to notice the differences in the relationship. He played football, he was taller than me, he was stronger than me, and he was more popular than me: he needed the control factor to be strongly on his side. And hey, that was okay with me. If he wanted to be a little dominating, that was fine with me.
"Hey, have you ever had sex in a car?" He brought up the topic so easily that I felt stupid having never done it.
I nervously laughed, "No, have you?"
"No I haven't either...but can we sometime?" He looked over at me with seductiveness. He was actually serious. I will never forget this. "Could you do it now?"
"While we're moving?! Are you crazy?"
"Just to give me head?" He started squeezing himself there, and I could tell that he had a hard on. And definitely I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth anyway. I knelt down to the steering wheel as he pushed the seat back. I unzipped his jeans and his dick was waiting there for me as always. He gently put his hand on my hair and pushed me down. I opened my mouth--tasting and smelling his manly scent was intoxicating. I took it all in, savoring only Matt. I forgot totally about being in the car. His pleasure was my only concern. I bobbed up and down on his shaft, licking his head tenderly. I turned my head sideways and ran my lips up and down the side while jacking him off slowly.
My pace slowed when he finally had to pull off the road. "Morgan Road," he moaned in between sighs, "I love coming here to be alone, but this is our place now, baby." The car came to a stop on the gravel, and he turned the engine off. This amplified his whimpers, and made me incredibly turned on.
I could always tell when he was beginning to reach orgasm. The manly bass groans became high pre-adolescent cries that were more pure and sexual than a "porno-moan." He gripped my head, rubbed my neck, and tried a little to make me feel enjoyment. He soon began pulsing his hips up and down, gripping my shirt and letting his load down my throat. I swallowed his cum, and I thought about how many people said that it was gross. Swallowing Matt's cum was so great. It was like having a part of him in my stomach and becoming marked, becoming his.
I sat up, and he was still panting. Sweat was dripping down his neck, despite the November weather. "Oh my God," he began to regain his breath. "That was...wow."
Suddenly I felt so in love. We hadn't yet said that to each other, but we were beginning to feel it. While the car was parked all alone, I slid over even closer to him and nuzzled his neck. I sighed with contentment and closed my eyes. It would be getting dark in about an hour (being 4:00) and I wanted to watch the sunset with him.
I dozed off. The next thing was his smooth voice coaxing me awake. "Trae I have to tell you something."
I opened my eyes slowly. He hadn't moved; I was still against his shoulder, and he was listening to music on the radio very faintly. "What?"
"Just sit up." I did.
"I wanna tell you something that you're not used to hearing from me."
"Um...okay. Is it bad?"
He touched my face with his hands. "No, baby, no. Not at all!"
"Oh, okay then."
"Well um, even if you're not, I can't help it. This is the first time I've been with a guy for this long, and for some reason...my heart chose you." Though I didn't know exactly what he was saying, my own heart was speaking the exact same language.
"Wow...what are you saying?" My eyes looked directly into his. There was no world to me except for Matt's eyes.
He sighed. "I love you." I said nothing. It felt better than I could've ever imagined. All of the feelings that you get during sex could never amount to the pleasure that I was overcome with at that moment. "Please, no matter what you say, say it gently. I've never revealed myself this much."
"Oh God, Matt, there's nothing else I could say but--I love you, too. Matt Walls I love you. I love you..." I kept repeating it, and got tears in my eyes but I didn't care. In his eyes I saw something different.
It was definitely pleasurably warm, but it was different. Words couldn't explain it. It was like a mix of love, lust, honor, and a desire to protect. "Trae, whatever happens between us, I will always love you. If you want, I'll listen to Mariah Carey everyday!"
"There's no need, I have my hero right here." I decided to keep on: "Everyday is a fantasy, and I have my dreamlover."
"Oh God."
"As long you wont be a heartbreaker."
I really thought hard about this. I really wanted this chapter to be as perfect as it could be. Our relationship has gone through many changes since this (other lovers {thanks, Daniel!}, sexual flops, family, tragedies, and breakups.)
I hope you all liked this. Sam311311@msn.com Trae